grim ; yoonmin [original]

035

035

SUNKEN collarbones and hollow eyes is what jimin saw when looking at the mirror. this time, it was jimin who was watching yoongi, who looked exhausted.

"you aren't that bad of a dancer, yoongi. just keep practicing the move and you should get it." the instructor went to replay the part of the song yoongi couldn't get quite right.

"jimin, i'm tired." the reaper whined, spinning around lazily to face the boy.

jimin stared at him for a bit, debating whether or not to listen to his pleas to stop. "one more time, ok?" jimin pressed on. "this is torture!" yoongi cried out.

"you should be working in hell, you'd suit it." though yoongi was joking, something about the statement made jimin gaze at him more sharply.

"what?" yoongi tilted his head to the side and swiped his bangs back, only having them return to their rightful place on his forehead.

jimin stayed silent. he made no move to turn the stereo back on and no move to step away from the amplifier.

so yoongi decided to move towards him instead. he stood barely a foot away as he gripped jimin's arms tightly. "did i say something wrong?" genuine curiosity laced his voice and jimin faltered slightly.

"you always find ways to remind me that you aren't human."

yoongi stepped back, his defensive shield going up instantaneously. "oh?" his tone was hard as was his glare on jimin.

"don't you get lonely?" the boy asked timidly, wanting to reach out and pull yoongi back into his orbit. but he didn't.

"i live forever. of course i get lonely." when it came to jimin, yoongi was never able to hold back from expressing himself in ways that made him vulnerable; in ways that made him human.

jimin wasn't like yoongi, though. he couldn't understand just how much he hurt, but he could empathize. and whenever jimin was upset, taehyung would do whatever he could to distract the older.

so, jimin concluded that he'd be yoongi's taehyung.

"we don't have to dance anymore. let's do something else." brightness washed over jimin's features again, warming up the reaper. "what do you want to do?"

yoongi's mind raced with a thousand things he could do with and to jimin. a smirk, cheshire-like and primal, took over his features.

he inched closer to jimin who was unable to move back, since he was already in a tight nook of the room.

the younger boy held his hands up, coming in contact with yoongi's chest, keeping him stationary and unable to move any further. but compared to yoongi, jimin was a feather, invading his space was something the reaper could do effortlessly.

so he leaned his head in close to the length of jimin's neck, exhaling a warm breath of air. he eventually brought his lips up to jimin's ear.

of all the inappropriate wishes he could whisper into his ear, he decided not to. after all, jimin was his favorite toy to play with, and he wanted to make the moment stretch for as long as he could.

He had all night to tug at the boy's emotions and needs.

"let's go skating." he pulled back with the most innocent expression he could muster, watching jimin's face heat up in embarrassment, anticipation, and attraction.

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