Between Blood and Desire ~ YoonMinSeok

Dominance Redefined.

Authors pov

Nightfall had draped the house in uneasy silence. Hoseok and Jimin moved about their shared bedroom, the tension between them palpable as they prepared for bed. The air was heavy with words left unsaid, emotions unacknowledged, and anger simmering just beneath the surface.

Jimin suddenly grabbed a pillow and blanket, his jaw tight as he turned toward the door.

Hoseok’s eyes widened in alarm. He quickly moved to block the doorway, spreading his arms wide to bar Jimin’s path. "Where are you going?" he asked, his voice trembling.

Jimin sighed, exasperation evident. "I’m not sleeping in the same room as you, Hoseok," he said, his tone cutting.

Hoseok blinked, tears already gathering in his eyes. "Why? What are you doing? Jimin, please…"

Ignoring his pleas, Jimin pushed the items in his arms to the floor and stepped closer. "If you want to make yourself useful for once, tell Yoongi to leave this house tomorrow," he spat. "I’ve told him to get out, but he doesn’t listen. Maybe he’ll listen to you. Because I swear to God, if I wake up tomorrow and that man is still under this roof—"

Jimin's voice cut off sharply as he reached for the door, but Hoseok threw himself in the way again, his lips quivering. "Why are you doing this?" Hoseok whispered, his voice thick with emotion.

Jimin froze, then his expression darkened. In an instant, he grabbed Hoseok by the neck, pinning him forcefully against the door. Hoseok choked, his hands clutching at Jimin’s wrist as he gasped for air.

"What did you say?" Jimin hissed, his voice low and dangerous.

Hoseok shook his head frantically, coughing softly. "N-nothing," he stammered, his wide, tear-filled eyes locked on Jimin’s face.

“Better,” Jimin muttered.

For a moment, the only sound in the room was their ragged breathing. Hoseok looked up at Jimin, his fear and sadness reflected in his glistening eyes. Without thinking, Hoseok leaned forward, brushing his lips hesitantly against Jimin’s.

Jimin didn’t move.

Hoseok’s heart pounded as he pulled back slightly, watching for any reaction. When none came, he leaned in again, pressing a firmer kiss to Jimin’s lips. This time, Jimin responded, his hand sliding from Hoseok’s neck to cup the side of his face.

The kiss deepened quickly, their lips moving with growing desperation. Jimin pushed Hoseok back against the door harder, their mouths devouring each other as anger and longing intertwined. Clothes were tugged and pulled away carelessly, their breaths mingling as the intensity escalated.

Hoseok gasped as Jimin lifted him effortlessly, his legs wrapping around Jimin’s waist instinctively. Jimin carried him to the bed, dropping him unceremoniously onto the mattress before climbing on top of him.

Jimin didn’t care as Hoseok fell back onto the bed with a sharp gasp, his wrists pinned down firmly as Jimin loomed over him. His eyes burned with fury, his chest heaving from the weight of his emotions. “You really thought you could get away with this,” Jimin hissed, his voice a dangerous mixture of pain and anger.

Hoseok trembled, his tear-filled eyes searching Jimin’s face for a glimmer of the love they once shared, but all he found was raw, unbridled fury. “I—I’m sorry,” Hoseok stammered, his voice cracking under the weight of his own guilt.

“Sorry?” Jimin scoffed, leaning closer until their faces were mere inches apart. “Sorry doesn’t erase what you did. Sorry doesn’t fix this.”