Yoongi didn’t exactly know what to make of the whole situation, his little sister’s boyfriend (that he had allowed to get drunk) had tried to get him to touch him, and he would’ve been lying to himself if he said that his hand hadn’t been itching to inch up just that much further, just a little more, and he could have known what Jimin sounded like while being pleasured. He imagined he would be whiny, pretty noises falling past his pink lips- No. , he needed to stop this. Jimin was right next to him in his car and he should not be risking these types of thoughts right now- , he shouldn’t ever! Hani was dating this boy; he didn’t want to hurt his sister. He knew his head was a little ed up but just how ed up did he have to be to be thinking such things about Jimin like this? He sighed and shook his head subtly, making sure Jimin wouldn’t catch on to his conflicting thoughts. The elder glances out of the side of his eye to find Jimin burrowing into his sweatshirt (damn him for being so ing cute) and he looked like he was having his own internal battle. He offhandedly wondered if Jimin was having the same types of thoughts as him, thoughts as to what could have happened if Yoongi didn’t tell him no and then the repercussions of what would have surely happened afterwards. Then he noticed the little peek from Jimin but he stayed quiet, deciding to take his time driving the male home; he only finally managed something out as he parked in the driveway of Jimin