click. | yoonmin, taekook, namjin

love bites.

Yoongi makes a joke. Jungkook doesn't take it as a joke at all.

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It isn't that Yoongi minds when he first wakes up to a warmth that is Jimin on top of him, sucking and biting the skin on his neck.

Who's he to complain? The first few seconds of it are nice. That is to say he's half-conscious and his body feels like a sack of bricks, so it takes the first few seconds to remember why it's happening in the first place.

"Shit, Jimin," he murmurs, sighing as his body wakes up with him and feels a whole lot more than he's ready for. His hands slide up onto Jimin's back. "What are you doing?"

The sucking on his skin stops, and the lips give him a moment, a few inches of space. His warm breath is still there, though, leaving any hope for Yoongi to not be turned on right now dead in a ditch. "Winning us a bet," Jimin informs after a pause. Then he goes back to kissing.

That's when Yoongi comes to his senses and remembers the real reason for this wake-up call.

"You're kidding," he says, face drooping into a frown as the mood is officially ruined.

Jimin pulls away again. "Hey, can you mark me up here?" he asks, ignoring Yoongi's mood change and pointing to his collarbones. "It's too bare."

"Jimin," Yoongi sighs as he brings himself upright. It's hard to do; his arms feel like churros right now. "Why can't we just fuck like normal people?"

"Because we're not normal people," Jimin replies like maybe Yoongi's forgotten. He taps his collarbones again, because they're really bare right now and they need to be purple. "Plus, I already said I don't wanna fuck till this whole thing is over. Not to mention that we are not about to lose to those little shits."

Yoongi grunts his begrudging agreement. "Sometimes I forget they're our friends." Which, in complete honesty, is not untrue. And when push comes to shove, Jimin's right about another thing; they're not normal people.

Yoongi leans forward, lips ghosting over Jimin's skin like he's made his decision, and his eyes flutter shut as he starts sucking marks into the spots where they're absent.

This whole thing had started so suddenly. The sudden part was probably his fault; Jungkook and video games in the same setting means you watch what you fucking say.

The four of them were just hanging out together, as usual. And as usual, Yoongi was kicking Jungkook and Taehyung's asses at Mario Kart.

It's the one thing Jungkook sucks at, and Taehyung isn't exactly a video game connoisseur, so it made sense.

That didn't make it any easier for the younger couple - no, solely Jungkook - to deal with, but the whole thing was ample entertainment for Jimin, who was out of the rotation this time. (They only have three controllers at Jungkook and Taehyung's place, so they take turns).

"Fuck. Seriously?" Jungkook groaned as he reached the finish line in tenth, Taehyung having crossed it just moments before in ninth.

"I wasn't twelfth that time, Jungkookie!" he exclaimed, half-joking and half-serious as he planted a kiss on Jungkook's cheek. It had no effect on the sour look and the steam blowing out of the kid's nostrils.