Walk These City Streets With Me (#wattys2017)(Complete)

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another mature content warning 👍🏼

As soon as Jimin shut the door, Yoongi went off. "Acquaintance? Are you fucking kidding me?" Jimin turned to face Yoongi, noticing that the older looked hurt. "Don't take it seriously, I just don't want them to catch onto us." Yoongi glared at Jimin, his eyes narrowing to slits. "Aren't we at least friends?!" Jimin sighed, and starting walking towards Yoongi. "Of course we are, but a cop and a criminal being friends isn't exactly looked upon with respect." Criminal. He knew what he was, but Yoongi absolutely hated that word. Jimin reached out to put his hand on Yoongi's arm, but he shrugged him off. "Don't touch me." Yoongi hissed, and walked up the stairs. Jimin groaned and sat down in the armchair. Why the hell is he so mad? I didn't think calling him an acquaintance would be that bad... I hope I can make it up to him. Jimin decided to bake his best dessert for Yoongi, take it up to him with drinks and blankets, and bribe him with Night at the Museum. He got out all the ingredients he needed, and began baking away. Cherry delight, he calls it. After about 30 minutes, it was done, and Jimin grabbed what he needed, slowly walking up the stairs. He nudged the door open, and walked into the room, placing the dessert, movie, drinks, and blankets on the dresser. Yoongi?" The elder came from behind and slammed Jimin against the wall. "You'll pay for what you did." "Wait.. what are you doing?" Jimin asked as Yoongi placed an arm on the wall, covering Jimin. He then leaned in, roughly kissing his lips, keeping Jimin pinned. His lips made their way down the rest of his face, sucking on his neck and collarbone, making sure to leave a mark. He then reached down and began to palm Jimin. "Yoongi, this isn't-" Yoongi shut him up with a kiss. "I don't care. You owe me." Jimin sighed in defeat. I mean, it's not like he wanted Yoongi to stop. "Fine." Yoongi smirked, then continued kissing Jimin, while grazing his hands down from the younger's abdomen to the waistband of his jeans. He pulled them off, along with Jimin's boxers. He dropped to his knees, and began sucking him off. Jimin was enjoying this, of course, but was wondering why it wasn't vice versa. Why is he sucking me off? Shouldn't I be sucking him off? Oh, whatever..." "Ah, shit Yoongi.." Jimin tried to reach for his hair, but Yoongi batted his hand away. Jimin couldn't take it any longer, he knew he was close. "Yoongi, I'm gonna-" the feeling was cut off as Yoongi stopped, and stood up. "You thought I was gonna let you come? Not today, bitch." He licked his lips and went to sit down on the bed. Jimin understood now, and he knew he deserved it. "Okay, okay, you win." He said as he followed a satisfied Yoongi under the blanket.

"You made this?" Yoongi asked as he took a bite of Jimin's dessert. "Of course." Jimin smiled. Yoongi raised his eyebrows, impressed. "You know, Jiminie, I really wasn't mad at you." Jimin looked at Yoongi. He hadn't heard that name in a while. "Are you fucking kidding me? I made all this for you because I thought you were mad, and now you tell me you weren't?!" Yoongi smiled. "You're hot when you're mad. And it turned me on a little. So I figured I'd take advantage of it." He flashed a gummy smile. Jimin wasn't mad, he was actually quite impressed that Yoongi managed to take advantage of him like that. "Alright." Jimin snuggled closer to Yoongi. Yoongi purred. "I love this movie." Jimin smiled. "I know." Yoongi took his finger and swiped some of the cherry dessert, placing it on Jimin's cheek. "Why?" Jimin asked. "Dunno" said Yoongi, as he licked it off. "I thought you liked the movie." Jimin turned towards Yoongi, pressing pause. "I like you better." They smiled, and shared a sweet, loving little kiss. "Now c'mon, let's watch, I really do love this movie", Yoongi said as he grabbed the remote and pressed play. He looked over at Jimin, who was leaning against his shoulder, already looking sleepy. He smiled, and felt genuinely happy, but a single thought kept swimming in the back of his mind.

Why am I playing him like this...