grim ; yoonmin [original]

029

029

JIMIN knew it was morning when the inside of the building began to shine in hues of light blue. he knew the sun had rose when the hallway outside the studio shone with streaks of soft yellows.

"maybe we're fated because you're supposed to help scythe and i get his body back."

they've been discussing the possibilities for why they were meant to be in each other's lives. none of them seemed like a plausible enough reason, sadly.

"i think your scythe is weird." jimin voiced thoughtfully, instantly offending yoongi. "how dare you?" he refrained from gasping, but felt a pang in his chest for the scythe.

the weapon was on him at all times, but sometimes it was dormant and others it was fully aware. luckily, it wasn't conscious at the moment. if it were, jimin would be put on it's hit-list right under seokjin, who happened to be the only person to make said list.

"he complimented my butt." jimin reminded, turning his head to look at yoongi's profile.

after staying in the studio all night, their positions shifted every so often. sometimes they sat, others they kneeled, and now they were laying on their backs.

"because it has exquisite taste." yoongi wasn't looking at jimin. instead, he had his eyes closed and his hands were clasped together and resting on his stomach.

jimin watched the way they rose and fell peacefully, reminding him of the soft waves from a lake. a strange aura of serenity was protruding from yoongi and it made jimin feel alert.

"it's weird. it's a weapon who likes my ass." he continued on, finally settling eyes on something else.

"and i'm an immortal who wants to be in your ass." it was a joke to jimin and a lust-filled truth to yoongi, who would admit a thousands times and more, that park jimin had the body of something sinful—just the way yoongi liked it.

"have you no shame?" the younger gasped dramatically and flung a hand to his chest theatrically.

"save it for the musical, sharpay." yoongi pulled himself into a sitting position, leaving jimin laying at his side. he outstretched his arms over his head and cracked a small smile when he heard a satisfying pop. he didn't know exactly what he cracked, but he didn't care either, all that matters is that it felt good.

as this was happening, jimin was in awe. his throat automatically constricted at the undeniable beauty that was the creature beside him.

"an angel." he didn't mean for the words to come out, but it was too late to reclaim them now. yoongi's brows furrowed and he looked in the direction of the door.

"hoseok?" his eyes scanned around finding no one, which only made him more confused. he turned back to jimin who was blushing madly and trying to shield his face by looking away.

"sorry," jimin said shyly, "false alarm."

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idk when i'm posting this, but i just want y'all to know that i've written like five chapters and i'm aju shook