sugar ↭ m.yg × p.jm

eight ↭ bonus.

jimin watched from the bed as yoongi wrote some things down on some paper, focusing between the notes and the book that the older had borrowed from mrs. park. sighing, jimin rolled around a bit, bored out of his mind.

after a few moments of nothing but the sound of rough scribbling, jimin groaned, punching the bed from his sides, sitting up and striding over to yoongi, standing behind the latter.

"jimin," yoongi addressed quietly, "what is it? i'm busy and i want to get this done as soon as possible for seokjin hyung."

"hyung," jimin whined, arms on yoongi's shoulders, hugging him around the neck and resting his chin on the top of yoongi's head. "let's do something. video games. anything. i'm bored."

jimin failed on trying to get a reaction from the older boy-- anything would do-- through his gestures. whining a bit more, he stared blankly at yoongi's papers, and soon enough, an idea came around. jimin felt a rush of boldness, a corner of his lips tugging up into a smirk. he lowered his head, chin now resting against yoongi's shoulder, arms hugging yoongi just below the shoulders. he turned his head to yoongi, lips ghosting over the older's ear, still not getting a reaction.

smiling, he whispers, more like whines, "babe," when he feels yoongi freeze, he goes on. "let's do something. i'm bored."

a few seconds later, yoongi's still frozen and a hint of worry suddenly hits jimin. humming curiously, he steps to yoongi's side and moves his face in front of yoongi, eyebrow raised. "yoongi? are you oka--"

jimin's eyes widen.

yoongi has officially turned into a fire extinguisher.

(i photoshopped a fire extinguisher + yoongi's face but honestly y'all might get offended so nah boi)

it was a rare occurrence-- yoongi blushing, that is. well, this red. a dark red dust had successfully covered majority of yoongi's cheeks, redder than jimin blushing whenever the mint haired boy called him the same nickname. yoongi's eyes were wide, staring at the papers on the desk.

jimin burst out laughing.

"hyung, hyung, are you okay?" he said in between laughter, earning a glare from yoongi once he'd snapped out of it.

face still as red as a beet, yoongi scoffed. "shut up, jimin."

jimin didn't reach the brink of tears, but once he'd calmed down, he spun yoongi's chair around, making him face away from the desk, earning a few sudden profanities from the older.

"jimin, i need to finish--"

"hyung, why do you blush when i call you babe? you literally started it. you're redder than i'd be."

"it was sudden," yoongi bit his lip, a faint pink shade still lingering on his cheeks. "i didn't expect..." he sighed, looking up at jimin with a serious look. "don't do that again, park jimin. i'm the only one who gets to call you babe, understood?"

jimin was shook. he watched as yoongi rolled his eyes, spinning his chair back to face the desk, resuming his writing. yoongi's words echoed in his head. it may not be a big deal-- just some jokingly said words, right? wrong. the situation had went from zero to a hundred real quick. a second ago, yoongi was stuttering and all red. half a second later, with that serious stare of his, yoongi's voice had turned husky, almost dangerous sounding, and threatening. in a good way. it's almost as if yoongi sounded jealous of something that was nonexistent and didn't have to require getting jealous over.

well, now it's jimin's turn to blush.