-This is pure fiction and definitely not to be taken seriously/as offensive! I began this story as a joke however I began to like the plot I'd created and I've wanted to publish it for a while and I did but on a second account I never use with no followers and it just didn't have the same effect.

-Mature topics (drugs, sex, death, etc) I'm so sorry, mother...

-Mpreg... if you don't like that then sorry? don't read if it bothers you that much, however, this is a big part of the plot, plus,,,,, who the fuck needs science anyway amIright?!1/1/1

-Omegaverse is referenced but does not have a substantial role in this story.

-I'm sorry if you don't like it but that's your tea, not mine...

and so, without further ado, here's the coffee, sis

Yoongi threw the pen down in distress, he couldn't perfect this god damned answer, it was missing something but he just couldn't place his finger on it, he added in the elements on the answer guide and even some of his own knowledge but something still wasn't right and it was starting to aggravate him. His shoulders slumped at the soft, yet stern voice of his friend, "Yoongi. Relax, you've probably just stared at it too long." He looked up at the mention of his name and sighed, the boy before him was seated on the bed of their shared room, chewing lightly on a pen with his own book resting on his legs.

The two had been the closest of friends for years; "it's not that! I know something is missing! Oh, Jimin I'm going to fail once again!" Yoongi's cheeks had begun turning a scarlet shade in anger and Jimin would be a liar if he said he did find the base in Yoongi's voice rather startling, sure he was used to hearing Yoongi be stern, but truly pissed off was rare; it was scarier than anticipated, especially when his eyes seemed to darken and his eyebrows knitted together in a frustrated glower.

Jimin stood, looking over Yoongi's shoulder at the answer, "you have some grammar mistakes but other than that, it's perfect, you doubt yourself far too much. Just take a break, rest your eyes and that tiny little brain of yours" Jimin chuckled, flicking the back of Yoongi's hair as he returned to the bed.

Their friendship had always been pure, innocent... true and perhaps that was why Jimin loved Yoongi so much. They had just a simple friendship for years - both cringing at the thought of anything else until a few years back, Yoongi had almost drowned and Jimin was the one to save his life and afterwards Jimin slowly became more and more protective, infatuated with the idea of being the one to always be there for his best friend until the infatuation became burning cheeks and breathless interactions - something deeper than wanting to help... Jimin came to realise he wanted Yoongi... needed Yoongi, forever. He needed Yoongi to love him back.

Jimin still recalls Namjoon's reaction upon their break-up, his boyfriend at the time simply smiled, he had seen it coming the moment Yoongi would have a mental crash, Jimin was there to cushion his fall, the first time Jimin held the fragile child Yoongi had passed to him - it was Yoongi's little brother but Namjoon knew Jimin had begun to imagine as such happening with their own child, and truly he didn't mind after sometime - his spite turned into happiness at the thought of the two finally being together, it was probably the reason the duo were able to push away the awkwardness that overhung them sometimes and get along as well as they did.

The current trip the two were on - simply academic matters, had become unsettling to Namjoon and he had warned the younger to be careful; the warning was returned by a bored "Namjoon, it's Yoongi and I going on a school trip, not mission impossible. We'll be fine." Namjoon's trembling words had been long forgotten by Jimin until later that night when Jimin was awoken by a small groan and the older boy practically falling out of his bed to escape to the bathroom, Jimin followed, his mind buzzing with concern for his best friend "J-Jimin 'm fine, jus' go back to bed."

"You're clearly not fine! Yoongi look at me! Oh." Jimin gasped, spinning the man before him around, gulping at the sight of the red smoke that clouded Yoongi's cheeks and a sweaty forehead "Yoongi?" The latter, however, did not respond; his stare lingered upon Jimin's face. Flashbacks of Yoongi's dream prominent in his mind and he couldn't help but let them take control of his actions

"Jimin, help me" Yoongi slurred, leaning against the white porcelain sink "you - ugh" He groaned, rocking back on his heels, his hands gripping the icy porcelain of the sink and sweat stuck his hair to his head, "j-just get b-back to b-bed - gah, Jimin! Fuck, just - I'll do it, go back to your room." Jimin shook his head and gripped onto Yoongi's arm, trying to help the burning boy - he wasn't sure what exactly was wrong with him but Jimin knew he had to help Yoongi no matter what.

Jimin didn't know if it was the plea that did it or if it was the fact Yoongi had him against the wall before he could respond, his stronger hands curved gently around Jimin's hips and their lips smushed against each other's as their tongues collided haphazardly as they kissed, that caused him to give in and be completely carefree as to the next chain of events, but truthfully he didn't care, this moment was too beautiful, too exciting to analyse and all Jimin could think about was the boy pressed against him.

Yoongi was attractive, mentally and physically, he was a kind boy, he had his flaws, but none the less he was a good person - the best Jimin had had the pleasure of knowing and that pleasure only seemed to grow as their hidden emotions began to unravel the more their actions progressed.

Jimin hadn't expected the usually shy boy to be as forward as he was being... not that Jimin was complaining about it and he sighed happily when Yoongi pressed his lips against the soft, supple skin of Jimin's neck, the contentedness soon changed though, and Jimin fell into fit of gasps and yelps of pleasure as soft kisses turned into soft bites. Jimin could feel his senses slip away; all care for the consequences of this going out of the window and his mind clouded over with the thought of Yoongi. Before he knew it, he was laid upon the bed, stripping Yoongi of his clothes, the heat radiating onto Jimin's skin and he could feel it spark away at the coiled wire in himself and the prickles of heat had dominated his body and the subtle hum of gold-coffee he'd always possessed in his eyes had become a loud scream of the colour, Jimin was losing himself to this moment and he had no regrets.

"Okay?" Yoongi half growled out as he began removing Jimin's pyjama bottoms, Jimin nodded, too lost in lust to care and that was all it took for Yoongi to lose the last string of reservation he had "fuck, Jimin, you have no idea how long I've wanted to do this" he groaned into Jimin's lips, rolling his hips against Jimin's pulling out a soft moan from him. Their underwear was uncomfortable and restricting; it was irritating though quickly taken care of by Yoongi.

The feeling of Jimin's thighs at each of his sides was enough to elicit a deep moan from Yoongi; his head buried in Jimin's neck as he kissed and sucked at the supple flesh, the sound reverberating around Jimin's neck and he felt his whole body shake and scream for more.

Jimin hadn't ever done this fully, sure he and Namjoon had their moments but they never went all the way and Yoongi had done this once, a messy and awkward interaction though it was, for a small part, enjoyable.

"Yoongi mo - ugh - more! Please, more" He groaned out, gripping Yoongi's shoulders tighter and tighter as he felt the older male enter him, the small amount of preparation they'd done not being nearly as satisfying as they'd hoped but this felt different; they both went still momentarily, Jimin braced himself for what was to come, the sore feeling of being insufficiently prepared sent hot lashes through his lower half and he needed to adjust; Yoongi let him but he began to become needy, being still wasn't enough as his mind began to diffuse into nothing other than sex - Yoongi fully lost himself at the small, lustful "okay" his hips finally moving; a foreign yet over pleasurable feeling flooding their beings and Yoongi's pace picked up, moans and curses of all kinds slipping past their lips; sometimes swallowed by kisses.

Jimin tipped his head back giving Yoongi more access to his neck, his nails scraping against Yoongi's back once the boy above him complied and began to bite in violet love bites, Yoongi half hissed at the stinging upon his back, pulling Jimin's hands away, slowing down for a moment.

"S-sorry."

"Jus' don't do it again - fuck!" Yoongi gasped, pushing more into the pretty boy beneath him, feeling the rising release in the bottom of his stomach and he seemed to go faster with each passing moment.

Jimin was a mess, his orgasm was close and he felt the floating feeling in his stomach burning into his cheeks, his body shook with each thrust and gasp and moan and kiss and soon he'd released; his body buzzed in a fiery zing of pleasure and his stomach sang as his climax arose he couldn't contain the almost scream; something that's been brewing in the back of his throat since the moment Yoongi had pinned him to the bathroom wall, "holy shit" Yoongi slowed down his pace; his own stomach beginning to buzz at the sight and sound of Jimin losing himself. He was close, the swelling pleasure he could feel forming indicating he was almost there, the prickles of all kinds of emotions stabbing all over his lower half, a loud moan rolling off his lips, the movement of his hips speeding up once again as he released into the man beneath him.

They laid beside each other for a while, faces red and hearts racing and Jimin took this time to once again observe his best friend. Yoongi's eyes to Jimin were captivating, they were kind and caring despite their sharper shape - thin and pointed inner-corners with a more defined arch and the closer Jimin looked, the lids of his eyes were uneven, a mono and a double - it was a feature Jimin was now just realising and yet found totally endearing, his beautiful eyes were hurt however, Jimin could see it; he could see the trauma in his beautiful eyes, they were like flames - beautiful and warm, enticing things that only caused harm the closer you got, the longer you stared - the more intense the truth became.

Jimin remembered, in that moment, his shy yet cheerful best-friend had many layers, his nervous habits, slight twitches, all of those odd quirks Jimin had begun to love, brought the depth of the situation into a more conscious perspective and something altered between them - something huge and oddly worrying but they had no time to process the altercation, their faces were pressed together again, the older boy leaning up and over the chestnut-haired boy, groaning at the tiny gasp he elicited when they stopped for air.

"We should go" Yoongi murmured against Jimin's soft neck, the younger boy's scent was addicting and Yoongi found himself unable to pry himself away; he was given a taste and, like a stray getting its weekly meal, he was desperate for more. It wasn't just Jimin's scent though, it was the soft laughs at the gentle way Yoongi's hands trailed his stomach, the way his freshly washed hair had fallen messily about his head; the way he looked at Yoongi as if he held the world. "Jimin?"

"Yoongi?" the chestnut haired male reciprocated, tilting his head slightly when Yoongi sat back against the headboard of the large bed situated in the room. Yoongi's heart begun racing at the soft stare Jimin was giving him, those plump lips parted slightly, the ends of his front teeth just visible and the slight sprinkle of blush that rolled its way over his cheeks and passed his button nose was overwhelmingly beautiful and Yoongi felt like he was to lose himself again. The two had barely been able to keep their hands off of each other the whole night and they were to rejoin their class in an hour, not that they wanted to, the pair also had to figure out a way of hiding the purple flourishes across their necks and get ready to go but they just couldn't seem to move.

"I like this." Yoongi smiled, hands falling to Jimin's thighs Jimin laughed lightly though there was something slightly bitter about it.

"It was sex... of course, you liked it" he shook his head slightly, rocking backward on Yoongi's lap, half smiling when Yoongi's breath hitched.

"No, not just the sex b-but this... s'just the bit after the sex was nice too - fuck" Yoongi gasped; Jimin attaching his mouth to Yoongi's neck, his straddling position meaning each movement of Jimin's hips, Yoongi felt and it drove him crazy.

"I know, Yoongi. I've enjoyed it too. I don't want this to stop once we get back but I -" a pleasured moan slipped passed Jimin's delicate mouth as Yoongi's hand slipped passed the loose waist band of Jimin's shorts "I - I want to b-be with you, Yoongi; I wan't people to know you're mine - I - I see the way the others look at you... hear the way they talk... about you and it makes me jealous - I want to belong t-to you and everyone to - " Yoongi's hips rolled, pushing Jimin up and a jolt of electricity ignited through them both at the feeling "I've always belonged to you, even when I was with Namjoon, I was always yours... wasn't I?" at the mention of the previous lover, Yoongi growled, something fierce and possessive prominent in it and Jimin felt his knees weaken.

Jimin's train of thought was fuelled by the burning prickles of lust and his sane, rational and calm thoughts abolished. His only thought right now was submitting to the alpha beneath him, belonging to the dominant man he'd grew up with and the moan of a sentence had slipped passed his mouth and it tipped the alpha over the edge "make him know who I truly belong to, alpha."

Jimin's breath cut-out momenterily as Yoongi's fangs sunk deep into Jimin's skin at the joining of his neck and shoulders - close to the scent gland, and Jimin felt the burning roll through his veins, into his stomach area as he came into Yoongi's hand and he felt the pain once again as his iris' broke colour, his unmated gold becoming a soft orange-pink. It didn't take long for Jimin to have done the same for Yoongi, his eyes becoming a deep blood orange colour and his want for Jimin grew with each wave of heat the mating mark brought him.