Yoonmin - Gangsters love better

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"I told you to show him around, not pretending to rape him!" Jimin could hear Yoongi's voice. It was dimmed and seemed like it was coming from far away.

There was another person with Yoongi; "I'm sorry Hyung..." Tae mumbled, honestly seeming to be upset.

"That's it V" Jimin could hear a hand, ripping on clothes, Yoongi dragged Tae away, "you'll paint the backyard. And you'll not be allowed to say just ONE fucking word until you're finished, I don't care how long it takes."

"But Yoongi-hyung-" Tae was interrupted by a door slammed shut and Jimin could recognize Yoongi how he went upstairs slowly, sighing softly over and over again, then the boy felt himself drifting off again.

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Warmth... that was the first thing, Jimin recognized when he woke up. He slowly opened his eyes, looking around just to find he was laying on the matress of the supreme floor again... but not alone. There was a blanket wrapped around him and another figure, that he was curled up against. Suga's arm was protectively wrapped around Jimin's shoulders, still pulling him close, even tho he was sleeping.

Jimin's eyes widened for a split second but then he eventually sighed and dropped his head back onto Suga's shoulder. He was confused by the things that had happened before he had lost consciousness; he realized that V had just been joking around but... could there be some truth between those words? Moving on from the memory to his blackout, Jimin started to ask himself, how long he had been gone. He even had to admit, that he didn't realized how tired he was, in the first place.

He decided to slowly sit up and sighed. Carefully rubbing his eyes with his palms, Jimin jawned deeply. Then he looked down on his body. There was a strange fabric around his legs and upper body and the weird feeling of creases due to the huge size of his clothes made Jimin wonder. He only just then realized that he had on strange clothes, which looked like something V would wear and he blushed, throwing a judgeful gaze over his shoulder at the sleeping gangleader.

When he was about to stand up however, the boy felt a light pressure against his stomach, pushing him backwards into the bed again. He looked down and found the gang leader's arm still holding onto him. His eyes following the arm to it's owner, Jimin giggled silently; Yoongi's mouth was opened slightly and he looked like a baby. The younger blushed slightly, when he realized the strong contrast to Yoongi's usual, mostly intimidating appearance. He had never seen the gang leader so vulnerable, and suddenly Jimin realized that this man was just a human like himself.

It made him smile widely, without him actually knowing why. The boy carefully slid his finger over Yoongi's hand and then picked it up, laying it on the minthair's chest instead. He was about to leave, when he stopped in his tracks and turned around again. Jimin leaned down slowly not daring to wake up the grumpy gang leader and kneeled next to him. Then he bent down fully and brushed his lips over Yoongi's cheek in a featherlight kiss.

When he went down the stairs, he suddenly realised what he had just been doing. Confusion hit him, like a stone was thrown into his face. What the hell even was that? He decided to just shrug off the thought and went through the actually huge building. When he reached the ground floor, Jimin suddenly spotted another door, he didn't see before, since it was carefully hidden behind a huge magnolia.

After short hesitation, the curiousity overwhelmed him and Jimin crept towards the secret door. When he attempted to open it, it wouldn't move. Frustrated of the denied reavealing, the boy turned around, just to nearly let go of a loud scream, if it weren't for the hand, softly pressing against his mouth. There was Namjoon, standing in front of him, his face expression unimpressed and slightly amused.