Jimin's moan was beautifully obscene, so thick with need and want. He ground back against Yoongi and yeah, he was hard too. It was just trickier to tell, his pants were so tight, they kept his dick secured in place. Which actually made this all the more painful. He rutted against Yoongi as he kissed him, feeling all over Yoongi's body, slipping his fingers up his shirt to feel the soft skin of his back.

Oh yeah, little Jimin knew what he wanted, there was no doubt there. And he wanted Yoongi.