We'd make a lovely mess, together • yoonmin •

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" You're such a nuisance, Min." Jimin's voice booms inside the empty bedroom. Without any warning, he tosses the older male onto the bed, not caring about if it hurts him or not.

His jacket is already down on the floor, leaving him with just the sleevless satin top and tight bottoms.
The impact must have been a big one because Yoongi is finally awake from his unconscious state.

He groans placing his hand on the back of his head where it hurts the most. The hard clash made him go from seeing three Jimins to see six Jimins. He shakes his head frantically to stip the the alcohol from messing with his head. And slowly the fake five disappears leaving the only real one.

With stumbling feet and wobbly steps he trudge towards Jimin. He looks into his captivating eyes, that stare back at him with the hint of anger in them. Jimin is like a hungry lion and Yoongi is his prey standing right their in his den.

" Couldn't have woken up a bit earlier." Jimin comments, going towards his bed but he's being held back by Yoongi before he could even reach it.

Yoongi pins him to the wall. He almost slams his into it. His sweaty back touching the cold wall behind him made his hiss.

Jimin who's never been the panicked gay, struggled to look into Yoongi's eyes because of their close proximity. There's something different about drunk Yoongi. His aura is completely changed. He doesn't seem like the usual cocky Yoongi but rather a sexy and more intimidating version of him.

Yoongi doesn't let Jimin break off their eye contact, his hands fell onto the button of his shirt, unbuttoning them slowly. Jimin was so immersed in Yoongi's eyes that he didn't even noticed that Yoongi was now shirtless.

" You can blame my height on the genes, but I've a great physique." He takes Jimin's hand and places it on top of his firm abs. Guiding the younger's fingertips to traces out each and every abs. When the hard ripped muscles comes in contact with his finger that's when he let his gaze fall away from Yoongi's face.

Jimin's eyes went on a full zoomed in version, mouth hanging open and drool spilling out from the side totally unintentionally. Yoongi abs feels so firm and sturdy against his soft touch. Making the older look so reliable, and trustworthy.

Seeing Jimin's flustered look, Yoongi smirks to himself. It feels like he have finally won in his life.
" So, don't go hooking around with other boys." He grabs Jimin's hand before they could travel any farther. He brings it upto his face, pressing the cold hand on his booze warm cheeks. It serves like a ice pack to him.

" You're not allowed to hook up with someone."
" But-" He leans in closer to Jimin and puts his finger to shut him down.
" Shhh." Yoongi flutter opens his eyes, shaking his head a little to keep himself awake.

With a lustful look in his eyes, he stare at Jimin. Leaning in closer and closer until there was less than an inch gap between them. His lips parted away and eyes closes again. There's no mistake, he's going in for a kiss.

" You're hella drunk." Jimin rolls his eyes and give him a nice smack in the neck, one that is enough to make him pass out.
With that one smack, Yoongi is already falling to the ground with a loud thud sound following behind.

" Stay in your limits, Min." Jimin steps over his body and walks upto his bed. Not caring about Yoongi sleeping on the ground or him bring frozen to death.

But the good in his evil doesn't let him sleep with Yoongi sleeping like that, so he end up throwing a thin blanket at him but that's it, right after that he's back in his dreamland. Away from the concerning thoughts of Min Yoongi.

When the heat generated by his body because of the alcohol in his system starts fading away, Yoongi finds himself curling into a ball for warmth. He thinks about why the bed feel so rigid tonight only to open his eyes to a literal floor beneath him.

It's the break of dawn, he deduces the time with the help of sun rays entering the room. He looks at his surroundings, his expensive coat is lying on the floor along with him.

Picking himself up, he holds his head in his hands. It hurts, it hurts like hell. He could feel the worst hangover coming to life. The night before's event flash by his eyes in one go, it was so fast that he wasn't able to make anything out if it.

He just vaguely remembers following Jimin into the club and then drinking at the bar. After that all the episodes are just a bunch of blur memories.

With the help of the side table, he stands back up on his feet. That's when the backpain hit him, it's like someone has ran a fuckin' car over him yesterday. His eyes fall on a sleeping Jimin, lying like a princess on the bed.

With a raging look in his eyes, he walks towards him. How dare he to let him sleep on the floor and sleep so comfortably in the bed himself ?

" You little shit." He threw the nearest object at Jimin's face, that being a soft pillow.
The impact was so light that Jimin barely even flinched from it.

" Park Jimin!" He screams at the top of his lungs.
The ear piercing voice finally wakes him up. With a confused look and soft feline eyes, he stare at Yoongi with his morning look. His hairs are tangled and some locks falls cutely over his forhead, covering half of his eyes.

" You-" Yoongi stops mid sentence. The worst thing about hangover ? The nausea.
With a hand to his mouth, he ran upto the attached bathroom at top speed. It's gonna be a long stressful day for him.