skin tight [y.m]

16

the innocent waiter was not somebody yoongi would have picked to be currently grinding against park jimin.

nor was he someone that yoongi felt like he could attack.

but he had to do something.

jimin was struggling against his hold desperately, pushing him away.

"hoseok!" yoongi shouted, stepping out and walking towards the two.

the only problem was, he was frozen with absolute terror as he watched hoseok take out a knife.

"yoongi! we've been waiting for you!"

"what do you want?"

hoseok played with strands of jimin's hair. "did you really think you could get away with stealing taehyung from me?" he chuckled menacingly.

"taehyung came onto me, hoseok. i never wanted him," yoongi breathed out.

hoseok smirked, "do you know how it felt to watch your lover practically fuck your best friend?"

yoongi hitched a breath at the flashback that hoseok's words brought back.

taehyung pulled himself onto yoongi's lap. "wanna make out?" he asked, slurring his words. yoongi smelt the alcohol on his breath.

"but hoseok.." yoongi stuttered.

"what hoseok doesn't know won't hurt him."

"jimin's not my lover," yoongi snapped in return. the younger boy felt tears well in his eyes as he looked at the floor.

"oh, shut up, you couldn't make it more obvious, yoongs," hoseok rolled his eyes.

"now stay silent, or jimin dies."