Discipline || Yoonmin

A Tactic

~2 months later~

January 2017

Min Yoongi had been tortured before.

He truly had.

However, he'd never felt as close to death as the moment Park Jimin had dunked his head in a water filled tub for the umpteenth time. Spluttering and coughing, Yoongi was pulled back out once again. He was then harshly brought back down on a chair he soon found himself calling his only friend in the room. After all, it was the only thing actually allowing him to do anything in the present situation. Indeed, though he was being questioned, he wasn't exactly being given enough time to actually answer.

Before Jimin could seize him by the hair once more, Yoongi raised his cupped hands and shook his fringe out of his eyes.

"Torture 101."

All eyes in the room couldn't help but stare at Min Yoongi as though he'd finally cracked.

"Actually wait for the person to tell you that they won't answer you." Yoongi breathed as he made a moving motion with his hands. "Before torturing them."

That was easy.

"Are you going to answer my questions?"

Min Yoongi had never cursed the gods above any more than today. It was quite unbelievable how they could make someone this heartless, this good-looking. So much so that Min Yoongi actually found himself faltering as he looked up at the young man.

Though he'd been the one doing the dunking, he was also drenched. His red hair stuck to his forehead as drops of water slid down his smooth skin to his full lips. Yoongi blinked through the drops of water sliding down his own skin as he tried focusing back on his eyes. Only to swear some more as the dark eyes relentlessly peered back at him without as much as a blink.

Still this was Min Yoongi.

A flower boy soldier was not going to get through to him.

"Are you going to change the tub's water?"

Park Jimin pursed his lips as Yoongi threw him a smug smile.

"I may or may have not puked in it."

And Park Jimin would care because?

Yoongi got the answer to that question as Jimin gave his hair a good yank. Once more, Min Yoongi thanked his new trusty friend for breaking his imminent fall, had Jimin pulled any harder.

"I didn't say I wouldn't answer you." Yoongi groaned as he slightly rocked backwards on the chair.

"That's the problem." Jimin deadpanned as he circled the chair.

Yoongi's eyes widened as he felt the chair rock backwards. Only to find the back of his head knocking against a hard chest. He blinked before looking up at an indifferent Park Jimin. Cocking his head to the side, Yoongi evaded the drops of water sliding from Jimin to him.

Droplets aside, Yoongi didn't truly mind this position.

Though Namjoon did.

"Eyes on me, Min Yoongi." Namjoon called as he leaned off the bathroom's door frame.

"I wouldn't actually mind looking at you, Head Number 2." Yoongi nodded before raising his cuffed hands. Joining his index fingers, he pointed up at Jimin, followed by a small chuckle. "But Jimin doesn't want to let me go."

"I don't?"

Taehyung's eyes widened at the loud clatter Yoongi's chair made as he fell backwards. Holding an icepack to his head, Jackson could only scoff as he heard Yoongi wince. After all, Jackson still recalled the roundhouse kick he had received in the head. Just as Mark did as he held a hand to his stomach. Clearly, pity for this man was never going to be at the ready in their opinion.