BTS Boy x Boy One shots and Drabbles

Yoonmin

"hyung, are these gonna leave scars?" jimin asks from where he sits, cross legged, in the middle of yoongi's bed, staring down at the puncture wounds on the skin of his forearm. yoongi frowns. the nerve of this kid, sitting in his bed, bleeding all over his silk sheets. he's supposed to be yoongi's pet, his slave, willing to do whatever he's told out of the sheer terror of the reality that yoongi could kill him at any moment. instead he's been flitting about yoongi's expensive apartment for weeks now, sleeping in yoongi's bed and demanding yoongi buy him snacks every afternoon and just generally being an annoying little shit. yoongi would kill him if he didn't taste so good.

"no," yoongi snaps. "well, i don't think so. i don't usually check the bodies of my victims for scarring after i drain them of all their blood." he stares at the younger boy in anticipation of fear, disgust, but jimin just beams at him.

"good!" he brings his forearm up to his face, unnecessarily close, and yoongi sighs in defeat. "i don't think blood slave pet things are supposed to look like swiss cheese." a drop of blood slides down his arm to his elbow and jimin lets out a distressed noise. "hyung, can you.." jimin whines, holding out his arm to yoongi.

the elder rolls his eyes, but climbs onto the mattress and takes jimin's arm in his hands, careful to be gentle. he licks away the blood, one long stripe up jimin's arm. he watches the other squirm before swiping his tongue over the bite marks. jimin looks reluctant when he pulls his arm away, and yoongi just shakes his head. "are you sure you drank enough?" jimin asks quietly, and yoongi's arms break out in goosebumps.

jimin's hands are warm when they close over yoongi's, but his neck is warmer, and jimin presses yoongi's palm flat against his pulse with his own with a smile. "it's ok, hyung."

if yoongi could feel anything in the hollow chamber of his chest his heart would throb. instead he just frowns. "i know it's ok. i make the rules here," he grumbles, but he pulls jimin close anyways, moving his hand to press his lips into the pounding of jimin's blood in his neck. jimin just laughs, tangling his fingers in yoongi's dark hair.

"yes, hyung."