Between Blood and Desire ~ YoonMinSeok

Fractured Loyalties.

Authors pov

Two days Later...

Two days had passed since Jimin’s life was upended by the truth.

Now, he and Yoongi sat in the living room, the silence between them palpable, thick with unresolved tension. Jimin’s gaze remained fixed on the carpet, while Yoongi’s burned into him, demanding answers.

Finally, Yoongi broke the silence, his voice sharp and disbelieving as he stood. “What?”

Jimin sighed heavily and stood up as well, his movements slow, deliberate. He turned to face Yoongi, his expression a mix of frustration and disbelief. “I was shocked too when I heard it from the doctor, but it’s true,” he said, his voice unwavering. “Hoseok is pregnant with my child. Not yours.”

Yoongi froze, his mind racing as the words sank in. A bitter laugh escaped his lips, cold and cutting. “I don’t believe this shit.”

Jimin shrugged, his lips curling into a mocking smile as he stepped closer. “Fine with me,” he said smoothly. Reaching out, he grabbed Yoongi’s chin, forcing him to meet his gaze. “But let me remind you of something, Yoongi. You and Hoseok? You were never meant to be. Everything Hoseok has—everything he is—is mine.”

Yoongi’s eyes darkened as he slapped Jimin’s hand away, anger flashing across his face. He moved closer, his voice low and laced with venom. “No, Jimin. Hoseok was always mine. He couldn’t stay away from me. He didn’t even think twice before letting me fuck him—and he enjoyed every second of it.”

Jimin’s jaw clenched, his fury bubbling to the surface. He grabbed Yoongi’s hair and yanked it back, forcing him to look up. “You’re disgusting,” he spat, his voice trembling with rage.

Yoongi let out a humorless laugh, his lips curling into a smirk even as his head was pulled back. His hand shot up, gripping Jimin’s wrist, his tone dropping to a whisper. “Disgusting? This is nothing compared to what Hoseok loved. I’d grab his hair just like this—pin him down, make him scream my name as I pounded into him from behind.”

Jimin’s eyes blazed, his grip tightening, but Yoongi continued, his voice like a sinful melody dripping with poison. “You want to know what he’d beg for, Jimin? He’d beg me to go deeper, harder. He’d claw at my back, his voice breaking as he moaned for me to never stop. And I didn’t—because he didn’t want me to.”

Yoongi’s voice lowered further, taunting, his words coated in a twisted mixture of lust and triumph. “His lips would tremble when I kissed him, and his body... God, his body would arch against mine like he was made for me. You’ll never know that side of him, Jimin. That’s mine.”

A guttural growl tore from Jimin’s throat as he shoved Yoongi onto the couch, his anger boiling over. He straddled him in one swift motion, his hands wrapping around Yoongi’s neck, his grip firm and unrelenting. “You bastard,” Jimin hissed, his voice raw, filled with hatred.

Yoongi laughed, his breathing labored as he stared up at Jimin with defiance. “Is... that al-alll you’ve got?” he stuttered, his voice shaky but mocking.

Jimin’s grip tightened for a moment, his knuckles white as he tried to channel his rage. But then he stopped, his shoulders slumping as he let out a deep, frustrated sigh. He shook his head, his voice heavy with exhaustion. “Get out of my house, Yoongi.”

He stood up, stepping back as he tried to compose himself, but his vision blurred with unshed tears. Without another word, he turned and walked out of the living room, leaving Yoongi behind.

Yoongi sat on the couch, gasping for air as his hands flew to his throat. His chest rose and fell with each labored breath, and for a moment, the room was silent except for the sound of his breathing.

Then, without warning, tears welled up in his eyes, slipping down his cheeks as he sat there, alone.