Besotted | Yoonmin ✔

Chapter EIGHTEEN

They rode a train to Daegu. It was a long ride and Jimin ended up falling asleep on Yoongi's lap halfway though it. As the train stopped, Yoongi gently shook the boy awake and peppered wet kisses on his neck.

"Mh, stop it." Jimin whined and snuggled back into the other's lap. "C'mon, doll. We're here." Yoongi shook the boy again.

The train then fully stopped and the passengers all stood with their bags and got off. "Jimin." Yoongi said firmly. The other only whined and blubbered something incoherent.

Yoongi ended up carrying Jimin off of the train like a child and found his mother waiting for them. The woman awed at the sight of Jimin being carried and guided her son to her car while they talked.

During the ride, Jimin woke up and looked around tiredly, confused about where they were.

"Where are we?" He asked with lidded eyes and furrowed brows. Yoongi chuckled and rubbed the boy's thigh. "Daegu. You slept the whole ride, doll."

"Hello, Jimin." Mrs. Min greeted. "Yoongi has told me so much about you and I'm excited for you to stay with us this weekend." She glanced at the sleepy blonde from the rear view mirror and saw him nod.

Jimin turned to his boyfriend and buried his face in the crook of his neck, breathing in his sweet cologne. He decided to be a tease and pressed a wet kiss on the skin and trailed his hand down his chest.

"Doll~" Yoongi whispered in a warning tone. "Yes, Doctor?" Jimin purred and gently sucked on a spot behind the elder's ear.

Yoongi hissed softly and gripped Jimin's thigh. He pressed his lips into a thin line so he couldn't emit any pleasurable sounds.

The boy giggled softly and licked the small hickey he made. When he looked at the ravenette's face, it was stoic. He wondered if Yoongi didn't like it. Maybe he was mad. Jimin frowned and scooted away, taking Yoongi's hand off of his thigh as he did.

I'm annoying him. I'm such a slut. Jimin you shouldn't have come here. His mind told him as he looked out the window at the passing city.

It was dusk and the city was lit up with beautiful neon colors and such. It was a sight to see and Jimin had never been to Daegu, only Seoul where he lived and Busan where he grew up.

Soon the car was out of the city and was driving through the countryside. After a while they approached a huge gate and once they were let in, an estate came up. Beautiful rolling hills surrounded the mansion and lovely flower gardens tied it all together.

"You lived here?" Jimin gasped and turned to his boyfriend who simply nodded.

"The maids will take your bags. Meet us in the dining room for dinner once you two are ready." Mrs. Min told them before getting out of the car.

Yoongi sighed and got out of the car, Jimin scrambling after him. "What will they think of me?" He asked quietly as he watched two maids grab their bags from the trunk of the car.

"Doesn't matter, doll. If they treat you bad we'll leave." The ravenette kissed Jimin's lips and patted his two round globes. "But you better put on a pair of pants. I don't want anyone looking at you." He suddenly whispered and tucked a hand in one of the back pockets of Jimin's little shorts.

"Don't worry," the blonde chuckled, "I only belong to you, Dr. Min."