| Returning The Favour || Yoonmin |

Ch13 ~ Toothpaste...

Jimin looked around again, in awe of the room surrounding him. After dessert, Yoongi had begged for him to stay at least one night away from the harshness of the nocternal elements, and Jimin didn't exactly jump at the idea of going out and experiencing the nature he'd endured for months, so he obliged - even if his conscience told him time and time again to brave the outside world. He hadn't gotten a good look at Yoongi's room as he was getting dressed, since the aroma of food had lead him out of the room without another move to get dressed. If Yoongi hadn't caught him in the hallway with his eyes closed, sniffing at the smell of freshly steamed rice and the sound of sizzling meat in a frying pan, into the kitchen with a black t-shirt ringed loosely around his neck instead of it wrapping around his torso. He smiled at the sight of Yoongi's well kept room and the quiet sound of music coming from his headphones, he'd probably forgotten to turn off the music when he was caught in the moment (Jimin shirtless, who wouldn't have been pleasantly shocked?).

Despite what Yoongi has been made to seem like as a person, he kept his room tidy and hassle free, hiding the lube and sex toys somewhere his mother would never think to look - in a drawer located in Jihoon's room. Now I know what you're thinking, why the hell would he keep them all in Jihoon's innocent room when he could have a better guard on them in his own sanctuary? The reason, my friend, is because if his mother were to ever see them in his brother's possession, she wouldn't suspect the kid of having anything to do with the sexual objects. Reason being, to her, Jihoon was still but a child in the way that she pictured him in her head. If she found the promiscuous objects in Yoongi's room however, she'd batter the identity of the person he'd been sleeping with, clean out of him without so much as a breaking a sweat. And Yoongi wasn't prepared to tell her about the many one night stands that had occurred in the comfort of the nineteen-year-old's bedroom.

"Here," Yoongi walked into his bedroom and handed the angel faced person an unused toothbrush. "come brush your teeth with me."

"Excuse me?" Jimin asked innocently.

"What..." Silver headed Yoongibturned back to him and looked him square in the face, hoping the assumption in his mind wasn't correct. "...don't tell me you don't know what that term means." Jimin chuckled and shook his head. God that chuckle turned Yoongi on, he could listen to it for hours on end. He was sure that if he went days with it on repeat, it would still sound like choirs were singing in his ears.

"Yoongi hyung?" Jimin tilted his head to the side. Shit Yoongi thought, realising how long he'd been staring at him for. He coughed and gestured for Jimin to go into the bathroom with him. Jimin chuckled again, and Yoongi swore he felt an erection build up in his pants.

"Ok." He said, just as he had put the toothpaste on the bristles of the toothbrush. Jimin watched attentively, wanting to avoid messing up at this point in the sleepover. "Now what you do, is wet it with water from the tap and put it in your mouth. Like this." He put the short end of the contraption, and slowly slid the long bit in and out of his mouth, a white bubbly substance emerging the longer he did it. "You got it?" Jimin nodded and mimicked the elder's actions.

"Like this?" Jimin asked in a muffled voice, a mouth full of white bubbly liquid.

"That's it, just like that..." he breathed in a sharp breath, brushing his own teeth as he watched the younger with a lustful look.

Jimin choked on some of the watery toothpaste in his mouth after a while and looked at Yoongi for help. He covered his mouth before asking "What now?!" in a full mouthed tone.

"Now it's you're decision, you either spit," he pointed to the sink. "Or swallow." Jimin furrowed his eyebrows, but shurgged off the strangeness of the activity. Why would you put something in your mouth only to spit it out? So, he swallowed the contents of his mouth.

"What the hell are you two doing in there?!" Jin let out a cautious voice from the outside. Yoongi rolled his eyes and turned the door knob to find two boys, disturbed expressions adorning their faces as they stood at the entry to the bathroom.

"And what are you guys doing eavesdropping?" Yoongi queried back. "I was just teaching him how to brush his teeth." Jin and Jungkook looked sceptical of the silver headed song writer. Based on his sexual record, it wasn't likely that he was telling the truth.

"Just?" Jin questioned. "Just teaching him how to brush his teeth?" Jimin blinked a few times, confused again. What else could he have been teaching me?

"I was! Jimin tell them!" Jimin poked his head out, leftover toothpaste on the sides of his mouth. He nodded in full agreement with his teacher. "SEE! Ya'll have no faith in me." Yoongi trudged back to the sink to wash out his mouth, disappointed in the amount of trust these people held in him.

"Well what do you expect?" Jin spouted. "You're not exactly the most innocent when it comes to these things."

"Which things hyung?" Jimin chimed in, wanting to join in on the conversation.

"Uh.." Yoongi's voice cracked in nervousness, cursed himself for his temporary loss of words.

"You haven't told him?" Jungkook asked. "Yoongi hyung is-" Yoongi covered his mouth and smiled nervously, looking to Jimin with a disheveled smile. Jungkook's muffled cries were dragged along with the rest of his body as Yoongi pulled him into the living room.

"I'll be right back." He yelled, a few fast steps after he'd pulled the fifteen-year-old away from Jimin's sight and hearing range, closing the door behind him and throwing Jungkook onto the couch.

"WHAT THE FUCK HYUNG?!" Jungkook shouted. Yoongi tried to shh him, but the younger kid just kept talking. "WHAT KIND OF KINKY SHIT ARE YOU INTO?!"

"Kookie just listen-"

"I DON'T KNOW WHAT SEXUAL INTENTIONS YOU HAVE FOR ME IN THIS ROOM, BUT I ASSURE YOU I DON'T LIKE YOU LIKE THAT!"

"Let me-" he stepped forward, making the ravenette fly off the sofa and into a lamp.

"AHH STAY AWAY! THIS'LL TURN INTO RAPE IF YOU'RE NOT CAREFUL!"

"KOOKIE!" Jungkook picked up the phone and held it to his ear, holding a threatening index finger to the nine button.

"I HAVE THE PHONE! YOU STAY RIGHT THERE WITH YOUR HORNY ASS RAPING DICK!"

"JUNGKOOK SHUT UP!" Yoongi demanded, and finally the raven headed boy halted his endless medley of words. "What the hell are you doing shouting all that in our house?! We have neighbours you know!? And even worse, I have a brother who might hear you and think we're actually screwing about, he's already so angry as it is so just shut the fuck up." Yoongi said in a serious tone as he looked the younger in the eye.

"Ok..." He answered. "I'll keep quiet about you teaching Jimin how to give head in the bathroom."

"Kookie I swear to God!" Yoongi sighed, throwing his head back as he buried his face in his hands, pacing around the room. This kid was stressing him out with all the assumptions he'd make while listening in on them in the bathroom. "I WAS TEACHING HIM HOW TO BRUSH HIS FUCKING TEETH!"

"And lie, you forgot lie."

(+) I laughed so hard writing this 😂

I wonder how much they paid him to dance like this

You touch my heart bae~~ by! - Miss A

Jimin in the background like "my boyfriend up there, yup" 😂

Yoonmin interactions make me so happy😢😍