Advent calendar | Yoonmin [English]

"Are you sure that's such a good idea?"

"Yes, why not?"

"We can't drink much because you have to work tomorrow."

Yoongi glanced at Jimin, wondering if he really meant that.

"We drink together all the time in the evenings. Besides, it's not about drinking."

"But it's cold and..."

"We can still have sex later if you're worried about not getting your money's worth, you little lecher."

Yoongi gave Jimin a fleeting kiss on the lips and then pressed his coat into his hand. Jimin pouted. He had been caught out. He had been eagerly waiting for Yoongi all day today too. And now he wanted to go to the Christmas market with him as soon as he got back.

"Why don't we go tomorrow?"
"Tomorrow's not an option. The Christmas market is only open until 9 o'clock today anyway. Now get dressed."

Resignedly, Jimin slipped his coat on. Yesterday he had had a very interesting day after their late-night fling. It wasn't that he hadn't been able to walk because of the pain, as many stories after anal sex always reported. But it had felt strange. And Yoongi had been right that it would probably have been more comfortable for Jimin if they had used a condom.

That was why they had decided not to have sex again yesterday and now Jimin longed for the touch. Painfully.

Okay, that was probably an exaggeration. But he didn't know how much longer he would have the chance to feel Yoongi like this.

"Are you done?"

Jimin tied the bow of his second shoe, stood up and nodded. Still pouting. With a soft look on his face, Yoongi wrapped an arm around his hips, pulled him close and gave him a soft, long kiss.

"Come on, it'll be nice."

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It was really beautiful. Fairy lights and shining stars were strung across the entire Christmas market. It smelled of bratwurst, mutzen and mulled wine and lots of other goodies. Christmas music was playing at the various stalls. The atmosphere was relaxed, hardly anyone was in a hurry. Only occasionally did someone push their way through the crowd because they just wanted to grab a sausage or something similar before they had to move on.

Jimin warmed his cold hands with his cup of mulled wine and looked curiously at the crowd. Everyone was too busy with themselves and their companions or looking at the stalls' displays to pay much attention to them.

It felt almost normal to be here with Yoongi. Unmasked, but thickly wrapped up.

Yoongi held a wooden stick with a thickly powdered pastry in front of Jimin's nose. The pastry was steaming. Jimin blew carefully, only to regret it the next moment and then burst out laughing.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry!"

He gasped as Yoongi tried to knock the icing sugar out of his scarf. Jimin hadn't thought that the slightest breeze would make the light icing sugar fly, blowing a cloud in Yoongi's face.

He collected himself and, still with tears of laughter in his eyes, wiped some icing sugar from Yoongi's cheek.
"Are you Powder Suga now?"

He struggled to hold back a snort. Yoongi wrinkled his nose briefly at the bad pun and then shoved the pasty into Jimin's mouth.

"I'm sweet enough as it is. No need for extra sugar."
"I know."

The reply sounded muffled, due to the full mouth. Still, Jimin leaned over and gave Yoongi a fleeting kiss on the lips.