By the time the fairies made their way back, the boat was already set up in front of them. They noticed Jungkook collecting a bag, and the map.
Yes, it was down to one bag now.
"Shouldn't we turn the boat around before getting onto it?" Asked Jimin.
"We are," Answered Hoseok, "Yoongi come here."
How many more places did they needed to travel too to finally be safe? Jimin also remembered about the 'mission', the reason he was here at the first place. And thought if Yoongi took any care of that.
He'll remember to ask him later. Jimin was remembering a couple of things at a time, speaking of that, his hickies were finally healing.
Jimin now wished he woke up during the time that happened. Back then it was embarrassing to be walking around with them. But now he wouldn't mind for it to happen again.
1. Would it hurt? Maybe, because the marks were purple. 2. Would it feel ticklish? 3. Would it feel nice?
And the main question..
4. How are hickies even created?
But I couldn't just walk up to Yoongi and say 'Yeah so, can you give me hickies again?' That'll be weird as heck.
"You sure have a great imagination," The angel chuckled.
Jimin shuddered at the sound, it was Yoongi, "What do you mean?"
"Babe, you said everything out loud," Yoongi said with a smirk, "I don't know how to answer your questions though."
"I hate you so fucking much. And that stupid smirk-"
"Hey, hey, let's not go far with this," Yoongi pulled him closer, ignoring his arms and legs swinging around. Pretty much begging to be set free, "It's not like I can make you say random words against your own will. You said that yourself Park Jimin."
Jimin couldn't say anything after that statement, and his full name at the end emphasized it even more.
"Aw, I get it. Are you embarrassed?" Yoongi went further with his remarks, "I can answer the last question though. No, I can't give you hickies."
Jimin grew more and more flushed after every word the angel uttered out. A part of him wanted to ask why, but he didn't want to die here.
"-Because I'm going to teach you," Yoongi finished calmly as he placed Jimin on the grass, he knelt down, "Bring your arm up to your mouth."
Jimin followed his instructions and put his arm close to his mouth.
"Then just suck on the skin."
Jimin stared at him blankly, "How?"
"Do we really need to bring you back to kindergarten? I'm pretty sure you know what suck means," Yoongi raised an eyebrow, "Right?"
"I do.. but," Jimin stared at Yoongi, then at his arm.
The angel sighed, he brought up his own arm to his mouth, "Look, just put your mouth on your skin, and just suck."
Yoongi then lowered his arm and showed Jimin the light red mark.
Oh, Jimin nodded and did exactly what the angel did. He pressed his mouth into his arm, then he.. well you know what he did.
He at last stopped because he felt a bit of pain.
Jimin then looked at his arm, he didn't know what he was expecting but he felt disappointed.
Yoongi noticed that, "What's with that look on your face?"
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Guardian Angel
FanfictionA fantasy where Min Yoongi, one of the last few guardian angels, is sent down to help a distressed high-school boy with secrets, or otherwise Park Jimin. It all started with a mistake that little shit Hoseok did which forced the two to live with ea...