"_______ did what?" Yoongi asks again, blinking in bewilderment at the younger boy fidgeting in front of him. Of all the traits you had, things he both liked and disliked, teasing to the point of cruelty was not something he had experienced.
"She didn't mean it seriously!" Jimin explains quickly. His hands flutter agitatedly around, as though trying to reassure Yoongi with fluttering touches over his arm. "We were honestly just joking around but she kept talking about it and – I don't know – I guess it's just sorta sticking with me."
Yoongi surveys the younger boy with narrowed eyes, trying to figure out if he was lying to save your skin. Jimin's eyes are open and honest though, his fingers pressing into Yoongi's bicep as though he could get him to understand with a stronger grip. For a long moment, there's silence, but Yoongi eventually relents.
"Come here," he mutters, pulling the other into his lap. Jimin cuddles against his chest immediately, tucking his head into the crook of Yoongi's neck so his hair's tickling the elder's jaw. Yoongi grazes his fingertips up and down Jimin's arm, snuggling the boy in close. "You sure you're okay? It's not legitimately upsetting you?"
"I'm sure," Jimin nods, punctuating the sentiment with a kiss to the underside of Yoongi's chin. "Besides, we all know she's the same way, so it's not even like she could mean it badly."
Yoongi chuckles in agreement, his fingers stilling on Jimin's arm. Jimin snuggles in closer, eyes fluttering closed as he contemplates napping in Yoongi's lap for a long, long while.
"Jimin," Yoongi starts carefully, thoughts already forming in his head. "Would you like to help me with a little game?"
His tone's so even, Jimin knows something's up; he looks up at the blonde boy with a grin. "What kind of game? What do we do?"
"I was just thinking we should remind _______ what her place in this relationship is."
Jimin grins widely up at the older, enjoying the glint in Yoongi's eyes. As much as the three of you loved each other – as much as they loved you to pieces and back – Yoongi had the ability to come up with some borderline evil plans and Jimin was more than happy to be an instrument in one.
"What do we do?" he demands. Yoongi grins, shifting Jimin in his lap so he can whisper in the brunet's ear. Jimin's eyes go wide, the smile slipping as he hears exactly what the plan is, and he quickly starts to wonder if he should have agreed this easily. But Yoongi's nothing if not incredibly persuasive, and he has his hand running flat down Jimin's chest as he whispers, until he's palming Jimin through his pants, making the younger boy squirm on his lap.
It's not long before Yoongi's talked Jimin around into full support of the plan and Jimin's whimpering on Yoongi's lap, trying to stay still as the older boy fists his cock and yanks Jimin's orgasm out of him with a vengeance. The younger boy slumps into Yoongi's chest, panting, and knows he was convinced long before Yoongi had even laid a hand on him.
You're staring at nothing, spacing out at the kitchen sink, when you feel it. Yoongi startles you out of your daze, curling his hand around your shoulder in a way that most people might take as comforting. Instead, it sends a shiver down your spine and you go practically statuesque as he slides closer, molding himself to your back. This isn't comforting; this is predatory, and it sends a thrill through you even through the confusion. Yoongi's has a tendency to let you – and Jimin – know when he wants to pull a scene just because the three of you are so busy, scheduling tends to be a necessity.
