OTP: Yoonjin/Jinsuga
Genre: Make up sex, aka: "they get into an argument, but Jin finds out Yoongi's really hot when he's mad."
Requested by my Hoe: @-cutiehobi Saranghaeyo, chingu!
"Show Me . . . 'Cuz I Don't Wanna Go"
"Yoongi-ah, please listen to me!" Kim Seokjin called out desperately, grabbing the younger's arm in an attempt to stall him. "Please, Yoongi."
"I knew I should've listened to Hoseok hyung when he said you didn't care." Yoongi muttered brokenly under his breath, and Seokjin's heart practically ripped in two at the sound of his younger boyfriend on the edge of tears.
"Hold on, what did Hoseok tell you?!" Now Seokjin could feel his blood boiling in his veins.
"That you didn't give a shit, that--that I'm up at all hours past midnight working my ass off to work on your drama crap, while you're lying down knocked out in bed as I'm yawning from lack of sleep. That you didn't give a shit about the fact that I worked so hard to make you happy and that you couldn't even pretend to give me a fake smile in gratitude. That you got all nervous last night about the dinner that you backed out completely---"
"Okay look, Yoongi---"
"Hoseok hyung warned me about how much of an asshole you were, and I didn't listen.
"I'm not mad about all that shit. I pissed off at you, however, for the fact that you told you parents your girlfriend couldn't make it. 'Girlfriend' Seokjin hyung. You couldn't even tell your parents the truth! Like, seriously?! I had to pretend I was there by coincidence. Cuz your mom recognized me, and would've flipped out if I told her the truth."
Kim Seokjin watched in horror as Min yoongi's whole body trembled, tears streaming down his face. The older male was at a loss for words, he didn't know what to say. Of course he hadn't truly meant to hurt Yoongi (he was so going to kill Jung Hoseok later), but what was he supposed to do?
"Hoseok hyung was right, you really never did give a shit about me . . . "
The words muttered under Yoongi's breath have Seokjin pulling the younger in his arms, in a back hug. "Hoseok-ah was wrong, Yoongi. I-I really do love and care about you---"
Yoongi turned and pushed them apart to face Seokjin, arms crossed on his chest. "Yeah? Then prove it. Show me you still care. If you ever did in the first place, that is."
Kim Seokjin was hurt by Min Yoongi's expression, filled with regret and doubt. Had Seokjin seriously done that to the black haired male? Seokjin really needed to fix this and asap. He was trying to focus, but Yoongi was just seriously attractive when angry.
A light blush spread across his cheeks and neck, dark eyebrows scrunched up, his whole ears a deep red (this happened often when he was pissed), plump pink lips pressed together in a thin line, in deep thought. No, not attractive. Min Yoongi was fucking HOT when he was angry.
"Well?!" Yoongi demanded, but Seokjin was too lost in the younger's beauty to be able to come up with some kind of response.
"I knew it," the rapper scoffed. "Fuck off hyung. I'm done with you." Yoongi turned on his heel ready to walk out the open doorway, and Seokjin was snapped back into reality. He rushed forward and grabbed the male by the wrist, the rapper stopping in his tracks completely. "Yoongi wait . . . please."
