Hyungie plaything {Jikook}

48(M)

A/N: Hehe, I hope no one forgot about me! It doesn't feel like I've been gone for long because the days just fly by, hehe. Sorry for the wait! I'll see you next weekend! 💕
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"Let me make you feel smooth, from head to toe."

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Jimin's feet barely seemed to touch the ground as he raced through the forest, bursts of laughter escaping him that were almost breathless, the cool night air feeling refreshing against his flushed cheeks, while his heart raced, not just from the running, but from the sheer thrill of it all.

He was all about that chase, especially relishing the sounds of their frustrated voices trailing behind him, which made winning all the more satisfying, while, the moonlight filtered through the trees, casting playful shadows on the forest floor, as if nature itself were joining in on the game.

"Jimin-ah, stop! Baby, come on, it's just a vitamin shot!" Jungkook yelled from behind, his voice a blend of annoyance and desperation that made Jimin giggle.

Even as he tried to sound calm, Jimin could hear the growing urgency in Jungkook's voice.

"Liar! You're all liars! I'm not falling for it again!" he hollered, refusing to glance back, Taehyung not far behind, huffed and puffed close behind, desperately trying to keep up.

"Yah! You little punk! Stop running! I swear, if I catch you-"

"Taehyung-ah!" Jungkook's sharp shout echoed through the night, making Jimin look back just for a second. Even in the dim light, he could see Jungkook shooting Taehyung a fierce glare.

"Call him a punk again, and I'll shove your head in that pond!" Jungkook warned, making Taehyung stop short and throw his hands up in a dramatic surrender, rolling his eyes in exaggerated disbelief.

"Seriously, Jungkook? I'm the victim here!" Taehyung protested before sprinting off again.

"Yeah, and you're also an idiot," Jungkook shot back, eyes still locked on Jimin, who was wearing the biggest, most mischievous grin as he neared a small clearing.

"Baby, it's just one tiny shot! It won't even hurt!" Jungkook tried again, voice laced with frustration mixed with coaxing. But Jimin? Not convinced.

"You think I'm forgetting what happened last time?" Jimin retorted, spinning around to halt dramatically in the middle of the clearing, chest heaving from the effort, breaths loud in the damp, quiet air of the forest.

Pointing an accusatory finger at Taehyung, he stood firm, his fury practically radiating from him. Taehyung stumbled to a stop, panting as if he'd just run a marathon.

"What now?" Taehyung groaned, frantically wiping sweat from his forehead.

"You told me it was just a fever shot! But it wasn't, Taehyung! It was a butt injection! A freaking butt injection!" Jimin exclaimed, his voice echoing through the trees as he planted his hands on his hips like a pouting kid.

"Do you know how traumatized I was?!" he demanded, an adorably angry pout forming on his lips while Taehyung stared at him, utterly lost.

"What are you talking about?" Taehyung asked, brows knitting together in disbelief.

"Don't play dumb! You jabbed that giant needle right into my backside, saying it wouldn't hurt! But it did! It felt like you were trying to turn me into a human kebab!" Jimin shouted, stomping closer.