CRIMSON LIES (TAEKOOK)

25.(NON VERBAL) 🔞

As soon as Yoongi stepped inside Jimin's house, chaos erupted.

"Honey bear!" Hobi launched himself at Yoongi, nearly knocking him off balance.

"hobie hyung, don't let him escape!" Jimin shouted, rushing forward to grab Yoongi's waist, effectively trapping him between them.

Yoongi groaned dramatically, but the fond smile tugging at his lips betrayed any real complaint. "I was gone for two days, not a year."

Jimin pouted, pressing a soft kiss to Yoongi's cheek. "Two days too long."

Hobi, still clinging to Yoongi's shoulders, buried his face in the crook of his neck. "Did you suffer without us?" he whined.

Yoongi rolled his eyes, clearly enjoying the attention but unwilling to admit it. "No. I had peace."

Jimin gasped, stepping back with a hand over his chest like Yoongi had just stabbed him. "Yoongi, how dare you."

Yoongi smirked. "I liked the silence."

Jimin narrowed his eyes before suddenly attacking, fingers finding the most ticklish spots along Yoongi's sides. "Oh? Let's see if you still like silence after this."

Yoongi let out an uncharacteristic laugh, twisting to escape, but Hobi held on tightly, laughing along.

"I love my dumb boyfriends," Hobi cooed, enjoying the scene as Jimin continued his tickle assault.

After minutes of laughter and protests, they all collapsed onto Jimin's couch in a tangled mess, limbs overlapping, warm bodies pressed together.

Jimin sighed contentedly, nuzzling into Yoongi's shoulder. "I love this. Just us. Together. No more stupid field trips."

Hobi hummed in agreement, fingers lazily tracing patterns on Yoongi's arm. "Agreed. Now, what should we do to make up for lost time?"

Yoongi smirked, voice lower now, a little rough around the edges. "I can think of a few things."

Jimin, resting against Yoongi's chest, tilted his head up with a knowing smile. "Oh?"

Hobi grinned, leaning in close. "Tell us, honey bear. We have been waiting."

Yoongi did not answer with words. Instead, he tilted Jimin's chin up and kissed him, slow and deep, hands cradling his jaw like he wanted to memorize every inch of him. Jimin melted into it, fingers curling in Yoongi's shirt. Hobi watched for a moment, eyes warm, before reaching for Yoongi, pressing a kiss to his jaw, then the corner of his lips, before catching Jimin in a kiss of his own.

The air between them shifted, softer, heavier, filled with something deeper than just longing. Hobi's hand found Yoongi's, fingers slotting together as he pressed closer. Jimin curled against Yoongi's other side, tracing circles on his chest. They fit together so perfectly, three hearts beating in sync.

No words were needed as they moved together, quiet laughter breaking between stolen kisses, soft touches grounding them in the moment. It was not just about making up for lost time. It was about them, about the love that tied them together so seamlessly.

And when they finally pulled apart, breathless and grinning, Yoongi mumbled, "I missed you both, but I am never admitting it again."

Jimin and Hobi just laughed, pulling him up with them.

"Come on," Jimin said, tugging Yoongi toward the bedroom. "We still have a lot of time to make up for."

In a moment of intimacy, Jimin found himself kneeling before Yoongi, his heart racing with anticipation. The atmosphere was charged with desire as he looked up, seeking permission. Yoongi, with a smirk, nodded slightly, encouraging Jimin to proceed. With deliberate slowness, Jimin leaned forward, his breath warm against Yoongi's skin.