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3.What the fu- #2

"Jimin, I like your top," you said, looking at the mochi.

"I have a name," Yoongi muttered and Hoseok spat out his sprite, choking on it.

Never mind.

"Well, I'm hungry. What snack would you like, Yoongi?"

"Jimin," the pale skinned man said, eyes still closed as he laid on the couch. "Wait. What was the question again?"

Yoongi might low-key be the soft and squishy marshmallow of all, but only to his softest and squishiest mochi.

"Nothing," you rolled your eyes before helping your husband to calm down. You can't allow him to get choked by a sprite or anything else but you.

"I'm about to lose my marbles and ship you three to Antarctica," Hoseok mumbled as he decided to just leave for your shared bedroom, with you following him.

He came here for a holiday with you, and YoonMin definitely made a (not so) good decision to third wheel together.

"What are you doing?" Hoseok asked as you leaned your back against the headboard, a serious expression on your face, accompanied by a scowl.

"Fan fiction," you mumbled, still looking at your phone. "You know, she's twenty five and he's forty. Still, why can't they love each other? Age is just a number!" You whined while reading.

"And jail is just a room," your husband said as he sat in front of you on the bed, making you roll your eyes for the nth time as you started speaking up.

"Love doesn't come from the mind that knows age, but the heart which knows no age. Love has no eyes, no age, no culture, religion, or disability. Love has no gender or race. All it takes is crazy individuals to make it happen. At least, they're both the legal age. There's consent. And that's all that matters."

"You're slower than a snail on the back of a turtle moving on butter slipping through a desert," you ranted. "I bet that you're so slow that it'd take you hours to make me come," the words slipped out so smoothly that he didn't see them coming.

Wait a minute.

Nah, no. Nope. What else could this mean?

"What the fu-"

You didn't have the time to process or say anything more as Hoseok grabbed your legs, pinning your back to the mattress. Your poor pants landed on the floor as he dug his face in between your thighs.

His actions resembled an animal that was left to starve for years, and finally given something to eat at the brink of death to remain alive. Like a thirsty dog lapping up water.

People who give heads solely for their own ego are a different kind of dangerous.

You see- no, feel that now, lost in the feeling of his soft lips on you, tasting every part of you until he pulled back, within a minute of devouring.

"So, what were you saying?" Hoseok asked with a smirk on his wet and glistening face.