Survival Instinct // Namkook

chapter 50 - Jimin's pov

Jimin couldn’t sit still the entire ride. The hum of the engine was the only thing steadying his racing heart, but it did little to calm the storm of emotions inside him. The night had dragged on forever, each minute crawling by as he counted down to morning. Every bump in the road seemed to echo his anxious excitement. He was finally going to see Yoongi again, his lover, after what felt like an eternity apart. His fingers drummed against his leg restlessly, unable to contain his energy.

He stared out the window, watching the dark horizon slowly shift into the familiar skyline of the city. The first light of dawn was creeping in, casting long shadows over the ruined buildings. His mind was filled with nothing but Yoongi—the man he longed for, the one person who could bring him comfort in this broken world.

As soon as the jeep pulled to a stop, Jimin’s eyes darted around, scanning for that familiar figure. The moment he spotted Yoongi standing among the others, his heart leapt into his throat. Without a second thought, without waiting for anyone’s permission or even caring who was watching, Jimin bolted from the car.

Nothing could hold him back anymore. His feet barely touched the ground as he ran, his breath catching in his throat with the sheer excitement of seeing Yoongi again.

“Yoongi!” he called out, his voice filled with joy.

Yoongi turned just in time to catch him as Jimin jumped into his arms. The force of Jimin’s embrace almost knocked Yoongi back, but he steadied them both with ease. Jimin buried his face into the crook of Yoongi’s neck, breathing in that familiar scent—rough, earthy, and something uniquely Yoongi. The warmth of Yoongi’s arms wrapping around him was everything he had missed.

“You missed me, Kitten?” Yoongi’s deep, rough voice rumbled in Jimin’s ear, sending a shiver down his spine. The nickname, his nickname, was like music to his ears.

Jimin pulled back just enough to meet Yoongi’s gaze, his heart swelling at the sight of those dark, intense eyes. He didn’t even bother answering with words—he didn’t need to. Instead, he cupped Yoongi’s face, pulling him into a deep kiss, pouring all of his pent-up longing and love into it.

Yoongi’s lips were warm and familiar, and the world seemed to fade away as they kissed. It didn’t matter that they were surrounded by people, by the chaos of the city waking up. All that mattered in that moment was Yoongi—his rough hands holding Jimin close, his steady heartbeat beneath Jimin’s palms, and the undeniable connection they shared.

Jimin sighed into the kiss, his body finally relaxing for the first time in days. In Yoongi’s arms, everything felt right again.

As soon as they broke the kiss, Yoongi set Jimin back on his feet, but his hand stayed firmly on Jimin’s waist, guiding him toward the headquarters. They walked through the hallway side by side, Yoongi’s presence grounding Jimin despite the racing of his heart. It was like every step brought him closer to a calm he hadn’t felt in so long—and yet, his body buzzed with anticipation. He knew what was waiting for them once they reached the privacy of Yoongi’s room.

The headquarters bustled around them, people moving about their tasks, but Jimin barely noticed. His focus was entirely on Yoongi, on the way Yoongi’s jaw was set with that familiar determination.

By the time they reached Yoongi’s room, Jimin’s pulse was pounding in his ears. Yoongi didn’t say a word as he pushed open the door, pulling Jimin inside. The second the door clicked shut behind them, the air between them shifted, charged with something electric.

Jimin’s breath hitched, and before he could even process it, Yoongi had him backed against the wall. His eyes were dark, filled with that intensity Jimin loved. The way Yoongi looked at him, like Jimin was the only thing in the world that mattered, sent a shiver of excitement down his spine.

Yoongi's hands were on him immediately, rough but never hurting, and it was exactly what Jimin craved. His touch was demanding, fingers digging into Jimin's waist as he pressed their bodies together, claiming him with a force that made Jimin’s knees weak.

“Missed you so much, Kitten,” Yoongi growled lowly against Jimin’s ear, his breath hot against his skin. The sound of that nickname sent heat pooling low in Jimin’s belly.

Jimin's hands fumbled for Yoongi's shirt, desperate to feel his skin, but Yoongi was faster. He gripped Jimin’s wrists and pinned them above his head against the wall, a smirk playing on his lips as Jimin let out a soft whine of protest.

“Uh-uh,” Yoongi murmured, his voice dripping with authority. “You know the rules, Kitten.”

Jimin’s heart fluttered at the roughness of Yoongi’s voice, the way he always took control in these moments. He loved it—the dominance, the feeling of being completely at Yoongi’s mercy. It was a dynamic they’d fallen into so naturally, and Jimin wouldn’t have it any other way.

Yoongi kissed him then, hard and claiming, his lips crushing against Jimin’s in a way that left him breathless. Jimin melted into it, letting Yoongi take what he wanted. The kiss was rough, teeth grazing lips, but it was exactly what Jimin had been longing for.

“You’re mine,” Yoongi muttered against Jimin’s mouth as he pulled back slightly, his fingers still holding Jimin’s wrists tightly above his head.

Jimin’s heart skipped a beat at those words, and he nodded, breathless, his body already aching with need.

“I’m yours,” Jimin whispered, his voice barely audible, but he knew Yoongi heard it. He always did.

Yoongi’s lips curled into a satisfied smirk as he kissed Jimin again, rougher this time. His free hand roamed over Jimin’s body, his touch firm and commanding. Jimin arched into his touch, a soft moan escaping his lips.

Every touch, every whispered word, every bite of dominance had Jimin’s pulse racing, his body responding to Yoongi in ways that were second nature by now. He loved it, loved the way Yoongi handled him like he was both fragile and unbreakable at the same time.

“You like that, don’t you, Kitten?” Yoongi’s voice was a low rasp in Jimin’s ear, his hand sliding down to grip Jimin’s thigh and lift it around his waist.

“Yes,” Jimin gasped, his breath shaky as Yoongi’s hand wandered, teasing him in ways that made his mind fog with desire. “I love it.”

“Good,” Yoongi replied, his tone dark but filled with a possessiveness that made Jimin shiver with excitement.

Jimin gave himself over to the moment, to Yoongi’s rough but careful hands, to the way his lover took control of every movement, every sound, every sensation. There was no place Jimin would rather be than in Yoongi’s arms, being held down and loved in the way only Yoongi knew how.

And as Yoongi’s lips trailed down his neck, leaving a trail of burning kisses, Jimin couldn’t help but think that this—right here, wrapped up in Yoongi’s rough affection—was where he belonged. Always.

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Ok! That's the furthest I can go without feeling awkward...you gotta use your imagination for the rest.

I'm not writing that (⁠;⁠;⁠;⁠・⁠_⁠・⁠)