Collision

Chapter 68

"A mountain kitty!" Jimin chirps, chuckling as he splashes some of the water and of course, it lands right on Yoongi's lap.

Yoongi swears he doesn't remember hissing, but he skids away with a hiss as he glares at both of the wolves, who are now full-out cackling as they lean against one another, white with bubbles of soap.

"You- you just- the fuck did you just call me?"

"Gukkie told us yesterday that you're like a mountain cat," Jimin says between wheezes, grinning so widely that Yoongi wondered if his face hurt. "Because you hate water and pretend you don't like anyone, but offer so many cuddles!"

Taehyung nods. "And you're so cute, like you have these cat-eyes, all narrowed and grumpy, like this big cat that I used to play with. She was always grouchy too! Always would swat at me, and hiss, but then when I would lay down she would come lick my face, then walk away like nothing happened."

"I am not fucking grouchy," grumbles Yoongi, admittedly, in a very grouchy manner.

Jimin giggles again, delighted. "He's pouting, oh my goddesses."

"I do not pout," Yoongi snaps, lips instantly sucking back till they were pressed in a firm line and certainly not pouting. Because Min Yoongi does not pout.

Taehyung smirks, head cocking to the side. "You pouted. You totally were pouting. You're just like a mountain kitty. Hissing, cat-eyes, grumpy, and hates water. Lil' Meow Meow."

Yoongi chokes on his spit, blinking wildly as he stares at Taehyung in complete utter disbelief. "Lil'... Meow... Meow," he drawls out slowly, painfully.

"Yep. Lil' Meow Meow."

Face blank, Yoongi actually wonders how all of this came down to being called a fucking mountain lion by naked wolves in a bathrub, having their first bath. It was so absurd that it was comical.

Jimin only laughs brightly, Taehyung smirking by his side, and Yoongi just shook his head in mild disbelief. He wasn't really sure why he was surprised by anything at this rate, considering.

"Fucking wolves," Yoongi grunts, crawling back over to the tub and returning his hands to Jimin's orange hair. The Omega sighs, pliant, and tilts his head so that Yoongi has easier access.

It wasn't long until Taehyung reached out to help. He grabs the washcloth and follows the same things that Yoongi has done to him, but Jimin's body. He started at his legs, scrubbing gently, and would occasionally glance up at Yoongi, lips pursed in a silent question.

Yoongi would nod, smiling gently, and then rinse Jimin's hair. The silence wasn't tense, something that mildly surprised Yoongi, but he did feel like he wasn't sure what to say. Jimin was sweet, reminding Yoongi absently of cotton candy, or maybe the sun that appears on a cloudy day.

He wasn't really shy, but he was gentle as he was mischievous, which, honestly, Yoongi took a little too long to figure out that it wasn't just Taehyung who caused mayhem. Jimin had his own little devil horns that were harder to see behind that angelic face.

But unlike Taehyung, he was also more insecure. Questioned himself more, tended to need more reassurance, while the Beta would step up and give everything Jimin needed without even stopping to think about it.

Yoongi admired that, actually.

"You guys are good together," he comments distantly, handing Taehyung the towel so he can finish drying Jimin's legs, since Yoongi wasn't really big on crossing that boundary. Even if Taehyung has been rather lax.