"Ha! Jimin, I dare you to prank Yoongi-hyung" Taehyung said with a smirk.
"What? No! He'll kill me. No way." He said terrified.
"C'mon Jimin, don't be a pussy." Jungkook rolled his eyes. "If you decided to be a coward, why would you play the game?"
"Okay fine. I'll do it. But if I'll die, I'll drag you to the heaven with me." He huffed. Taehyung gave him a amused look, "Are you sure we are going to heaven?"
"Ugh! whatever."
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"Jimin, you can do it. I'll be a dead meat after this." He mumbled to himself.
Yoongi was sitting on the couch reading some magazines, sleeves rolled up and his glasses resting low on the bridge of his nose. Hot.
"Jimin, focus." He thought and shook his head.
He exited their shared room wearing a silk button down shirt, two buttons undone that exposed his defined collarbones and some tight black ripped jeans.
[A/n: Jimin in silk shirts 🤤🥵]
"Hey Yoongi-Hyung." The said man looked up at him with a questioning gaze. "I'm gonna hangout with Kihyun today. I'll be back later." He said fidgeting with his small fingers. "Okay, have fun. Take care." He said diverting his attention back to the magazine.
To say Jimin was shocked was an understatement. He had expected many scenarios in his head, but not this.
"I might come back late. Don't wait for me for dinner." He said. "Okay. Drive safe." Yoongi said without looking at him.
"Umm actually, Ki is gonna drive us there." He said using the nickname hoping for some sort of reaction from his boyfriend. "Oh okay. Bye. Love you." Yoongi said. "Love you too." Jimin replied pouting.
He grabbed the doorknob and looked at Yoongi for the last time. "You're not gonna ask me who Kihyun is?" He asked sadly. "No?" Yoongi replied unsure. "Or what we're gonna do?" He asked again. "No. Just have fun. Be careful though. Seems like it's gonna rain." Yoongi replied. "What if it's just us two? Just him and me. Alone." He said smirking. "That's fine. You can have friends." Yoongi said calmly. "But you have never met him before." Jimin shouted sounding a bit angrier this time. "So?" Yoongi asked still looking at the damn magazine.
'Are those models more prettier than me?' He huffed in annoyance. "What the fuck is wrong with you?" He shouted running his hands through his perfectly styled hair. "What?" Yoongi asked confused. "I'm not going anymore." He sighed and closed the door. "What? Why?" Yoongi asked placing the magazine on the table and standing up.
"YOU DON'T CARE." Jimin screamed storming into their room slamming the door in his way. Yoongi ran behind him. Thank God he didn't lock the door. Yoongi peeked inside the room and there Jimin was, wrapped in the duvet, sobbing quietly.
He looked rather cute with his hair sticking out in different directions, red puffy cheeks and plump lips. Yoongi would have kissed him right there and then but he controlled himself.
"Hey babe." He spoke softly trying to wipe the tears away from his face.
"DON'T FUCKING TOUCH ME." He screamed at Yoongi.
He sat beside Jimin on the bed. "You know that I care about you." He said softly. "You do?" Jimin asked with hopeful eyes. "Of course I do." He said taking the opportunity to wipe the younger's tears. "Well, I kinda knew that this was a prank so I thought of playing along because why not." He said scratching the back of his neck. "H-How?" Jimin gasped. "Jungkook told me." Yoongi chuckled. "That brat." He huffed.
"Also, I mean it when I said you could have friends. I'm not gonna cage you up. I know that whatever happens but in the end you're just mine." He said pinning the younger down and kissing him softly.
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