Innocent •yoonmin•

02

Jimin sat with his knees tucked under his chin, as he scanned the Netflix home screen for something to watch. Eventually, he selected Lilo and Stitch before pressing play. The boy focused on the animated characters interacting on the screen until the sound of a slamming car door brings him out of his trance. The sound of the doorbell rang throughout the house, indicating the arrival of Mr. Min. Pausing the movie, Jimin springs to his feet, checking his appearance in the hallway mirror before sprinting toward the front of the house. He takes a deep breath, opening the door to reveal a dark-haired man. The sudden movement of the door caused the male to look up from his smart phone.

"Hello, Mr. Min," the boy smiled, moving to the side to allow the elder to enter.

"Ah, you must be Jimin," he replied, stepping into the foyer," The boy I'll be babysitting this summer."

"You're not babysitting me; you're just here incase of an emergency," Jimin pouted, recalling his mother's words. He shut the front door before proceeding to lead the other into the living room.

"Of course I am, Little Boy," Yoongi smirked, ruffling the younger's hair, quite enjoying how the other's lower lip looked while pushed out.

"I'm eighteen," the boy grumbled, angrily plopping himself down on the couch once again.

"And I'm twenty-five. You aren't special," the man in the suit replied before sitting next to the now grumpy teen.

"I'm going to university this autumn. I don't need a babysitter," Jimin continued to insist, bringing his legs onto the couch with his heels touching.

Yoongi could not help but to admire the others toned thighs. As the boy adjusted in his seat, his lilac velvet shorts slowly rode up exposing the edge of his lacy panties. This action caused Yoongi's breath to be caught in his throat as he bit harshly on his lip, attempting to contain himself.

"Don't sit like that," the older of the two snapped, landing a light slap on the boy's inner thigh.

"Ow, that hurt," the younger whined, attempting to hit the other back only to have his hand grabbed before it made contact with the male.

"It's not nice to try to hit your babysitter," Yoongi stated, causing a groan to escape from the boy's mouth.

"For the last time, you aren't my babysitter, and you hit me first anyway," the younger declared, yanking his hand out of the male's grip.

"Someone's a little moody," Mr. Min cooed, watching the anger boil inside the other.

"You're so freaking annoying," Jimin exclaimed, huffing to himself before picking up the television remote and pressing play.

"Watch your language," Yoongi warned, but the younger continued watching the movie without sparing even a glance at the older. "Look at me when I'm talking to you," the elder insisted, but still no reaction from the other. If there was one thing Yoongi had learned while managing a company, you have to be firm in order for others to become obedient and respectful. Remembering this tip, he reached over and snatched the remote before pausing the movie.

"What was that for," the boy complained, glaring at the male.

"Since I couldn't get your attention with the television on, I had to turn it off, and it seems to have worked."

"Yes, now turn it back on."

"I don't appreciate your attitude, Young Man," Yoongi stated firmly," I want you to sit in the corner for ten minutes and think about what you've done." Before the other could respond, Mr. Min was already standing up, remote still in hand, and dragging one of the chairs from the dining room across the hall into the living room before placing it in the corner, facing the wall. "Sit," he instructed, his intense glare on the younger.

"I'm not five. You can't put me in time out," Jimin declared, staying in place.

"Then I guess you won't be watching tv for the rest of the night," the elder shrugged, beginning to walk out of the room.

The teen evaluated his options in his head quickly. Either he could sit in the chair for ten minutes and then watch the rest of the movie or he could stand his ground and not be able to watch the film while risking furthering his punishment. Finding the first option the better of the two, he called after the man. Hearing his name, Yoongi turned around to find the younger begrudgingly walking towards the chair before sitting down.

"Good choice," the elder affirmed," I need to change, but I trust you to stay in place. I'm setting a timer, and if it goes off before I return, you have my permission to resume the movie. Okay?" Jimin just noded in response still upset about his punishment. "Use your words."

"Yes, Mr. Min," the younger mumbled, and with that, Yoongi left, going to his house for clothes. Jimin knew he could do whatever he pleased without the other knowing, but despite his earlier attitude, he wanted to be a good boy and impress Yoongi, thus, he stayed in place. The longer he sat there, the more guilty he felt. He never disobeyed and always tried his hardest, but there was something about Mr. Min that agitated him. Regardless of his nagging, Jimin knew he should have respected the elder since he was the person his mother had selected to watch over him.

After a few minutes, he heard the front door creak open. He glanced back to see the dark-haired man enter the room, but instead of his black suit from earlier, he was dressed in ripped skinny jeans and a black jumper. Jimin could not help but let his gaze linger on the pale skin peeking from in between the tears of the pants.

"You only have a minute and a half left," Yoongi informed, drawing the younger's attention away from his legs. The boy nodded before turning around.

After what seemed like forever to the fidgeting teen, the buzzer on the timer goes off, indicating that his time is up. Standing up, he went towards the loveseat where the elder was lounging before sitting next to him.

"I'm sorry I was rude to you," the younger apologized, his head hung in shame.

"I know you are."

"Will you forgive me?" the boy questioned, finding enough courage to look into the other's dark eyes.

"Of course. You've completed your punishment without too much hassle. All is forgiven," Yoongi smiled down at the other comfortingly. "Now, what would you like for dinner?"