grim ; yoonmin [original]

044

044

AND here they were again;

cheeks flushed in heat, hands kneading and gripping at fabric and skin, breaths panting in a disorderly fashion.

yoongi jerked jimin's hips closer towards his, causing a satisfied sigh to erupt from the boy's mouth and into his own.

jimin's hands ran up and down yoongi's neck that was slick in warmth before rubbing his fingers through the small hair at the nape of his neck.

"we should–" jimin pulled away for air, while yoongi brought his lips to his jaw, "–stop." jimin's sentences were barely audible as he writhed against yoongi and the mirror behind him.

his dance class had just ended and he needed to get to a private vocal lesson he was holding.

yet at the same time, he felt grounded in his place. the feeling of yoongi was something so captivatingly dangerous, that he couldn't help but be drawn in.

"but princess," yoongi mumbled against jimin's skin, "we just started."

"do i look like fucking sofia the first to you?" jimin grunted when yoongi began sucking and biting on his neck.

not understanding, nor caring for the reference, yoongi bitterly obliged. he took a step back from jimin and regained his oddly chill composure, whereas jimin was left panting and rumpled in his clothing.

once unattached to to yoongi, jimin smoothed out his clothing and readjusted his pants that seemed to become uncomfortably tight.

he didn't have time to be turned on.

yoongi took in the state of jimin and had to will himself to not advance forward again.

it had been a few days since he's seen jimin. in fact, he hadn't seen the mortal since their last encounter at the other's apartment.

however, when yoongi walked into dance class today alongside jungkook, it was like the two had their eyes zeroed in on each other.

their current state was inevitable and had already been engraved within their future the moment their eyes locked.

yoongi didn't care much for jungkook after that.

the demon had gone off after taehyung who sassily swayed his hips out of the building, amused, but also slightly disturbed about how interested jungkook was in him.

it took time for the two boys to truly grasp the reality they were now faced with. the idea that there were supernatural beings associated with them was still something that shook them, but it was less spooky than initially.

yoongi smirked once he noticed jimin still hadn't moved to actually get to his vocal lesson. "aren't you going to leave–"

"i swear, if you call me princess again i'll throw a cross at you." jimin snapped with a huff of his breath.

yoongi laughed. loud.

it was a sight that offered a gummy smile and him gripping at his hips.

it was opposite of how jimin's loud laughter was that resulted in occasional high pitched squeaks and folding over in the process.

yoongi's eyes completely shut close as he continued to laugh. he imagined small jimin holding a cross in his small hands and boomerang-ing it at his head.

soon, the thought of a boomerang led him to think of kangaroos and oddly enough, namjoon popped into his head.

"i gotta go now, chimmie," yoongi wiped an invisible tear from his eye. jimin was stunned frozen from the sight that took place before him.

yoongi's smile was infectious and he struggled to not grin himself. the reaper's smile was wide and full of teeth and gums; it was oddly charming.

"i need to go tell namjoon he looks like a kangaroo."

the reaper winked before quickly exiting the room, leaving a confused and turned on jimin pressed against the mirrored wall.

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