~Park Jimin~ "A 22-year-old boy residing in a modest village nestled in Busan, shares his home with his devoted mother, their lives coloured by the stark realities of poverty."
~Min Yoongi~ "In the heart of South Korea, Min Yoongi was not a typical...
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As they arrived at the cottage late into the night, Jimin was barely keeping his eyes open. The exhaustion from their long, adventure-filled day had finally caught up with him. Yoongi glanced at him fondly before stepping out of the car and making his way to Jimin's side.
Without a word, Yoongi unbuckled Jimin's seatbelt and scooped him up into his arms effortlessly. Jimin let out a sleepy hum, instinctively wrapping his arms around Yoongi's neck as he buried his face in his shoulder.
"Hyung, I can walk..." Jimin mumbled, though he made no effort to move.
"I know, but I like carrying you," Yoongi replied smoothly, pressing a kiss to Jimin's hair before making his way inside the cottage.
The room was dimly lit by the soft glow of the bedside lamp as Yoongi gently put Jimin down on the floor. He took a moment to admire him-his soft features, the way his lashes fanned over his cheeks, the peaceful expression on his face. Jimin was breathtaking.
Yoongi slowly leaned over him, one hand braced against jimin's waist while the other reached up to caress Jimin's cheek. His thumb brushed over Jimin's bottom lip, tracing it gently.
"You're so beautiful," Yoongi whispered, his voice barely above a breath.
Jimin opened his tired eyes, looking up at Yoongi with a soft, drowsy smile. "And you're so cheesy, Hyung."
Yoongi chuckled, his lips curling into a smirk. "Only for you, angel."
His eyes darkened slightly as he took in the sight of Jimin beneath him, looking so utterly perfect. The warmth of the day's memories mixed with the quiet intimacy of the moment, making Yoongi's heart race. He dipped down, pressing a lingering kiss to Jimin's forehead, then his nose, and finally, his lips.
Jimin sighed into the kiss, his fingers threading through Yoongi's hair, pulling him closer. Their lips moved together in a slow, intoxicating rhythm, neither of them in a hurry. It wasn't rushed, wasn't desperate-just filled with love and longing.
Yoongi pulled away slightly, his breath fanning over Jimin's lips. "Are you tired?" he asked, his voice husky.
Jimin nodded but tightened his grip around Yoongi's neck. "But I don't want to sleep yet."
Yoongi smirked, his hand sliding down to Jimin's waist, fingers tracing soft patterns over the fabric of his shirt. "Then let's make this night last a little longer."
Yoongi's smirk deepened at Jimin's desperate nod. He leaned in, capturing Jimin's lips in a searing kiss, his hands roaming over Jimin's body possessively. He lifted Jimin up, wrapping his legs around his waist as he carried him back to the bed.
Jimin clung to Yoongi like a koala, his legs wrapped around his waist and his arms around his neck. Yoongi lowered them onto the bed, his large hands spreading Jimin's thighs wide as he settled between them.
