Window to Window [Rewriting 1/24]

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SMUT AHEAD!!! IN THIRD PERSON!! BTM!JM!! ENJOY THE SIN! THE CHAIR JIMIN'S IN IS A WHEELY SPINNY CHAIR IN CASE I FORGOT TO MENTION THAT BEFORE THIS! (YOU CAN LISTEN TO THE YOUTUBE VIDEO WHEN THEY PUT ON THE MUSIC,,, FOR IMMERSSIVENES. DON'T HAVE TO BUT YOU CAN.)

3rd Person//

"Yoongi, what's going on?" Jimin tried to calm Yoongi by grabbing his arms, and Yoongi didn't even know if he was embarrassed or angry anymore, all he knew was that he was fuming. "Yoongi, talk to me."

"You should talk to me before uploading things like that!" Jimin's grip on his arms loosened and he tilted his head to the side with his brows furrowed as if Yoongi was speaking a different language.

"What are you talking about?" Yoongi noticed though, oh he noticed, he noticed that little tug at the ends of Jimin's lips, he could very well imagine the shit-eating grin that Jimin was holding back.

"Don't play dumb, take down the picture or I- or I'll..." Yoongi let out a frustrated noise and Jimin had the nerve to laugh at him.

"Or you'll what, baby?" Even though the nickname pulled a bit at his heartstrings, it also made him even angrier and he snatched his arms away from Jimin's filthy little hands.

"Don't you fucking baby me," Yoongi spoke through gritted teeth, and he grabbed Jimin's shirt by the collar. He tried to not think all too much about the way that Jimin's Adam's apple bobbed with a nervous gulp. "Take. It. Down. Or I'll..." And he was back at square one. Jimin didn't look amused anymore, if anything he looked frightened (which is closer to what Yoongi wanted that a laugh to the face, so no complaints there), but the way that he was biting down on his bottom lip might've suggested something else entirely.

"You'll what, 형?" Jimin sounded out of breath, and Yoongi could feel some of the anger slowly seep away and get replaced with a very foreign feeling. "Punish me?" Jimin wanted to laugh, wanted to wiggle his brows and play it off as a joke. But he was completely 100% serious, and he thought Yoongi might've sensed that because his grip on Jimin's collar tightened ever so slightly.

"Punish you?" It was Yoongi's time to laugh, and he savoured every last bit of that laugh. "Is that what you want, Jiminie?" Jimin couldn't help the shiver that ran down his spine as Yoongi gently ran the back of his hand down Jimin's cheek. Yoongi only smirked. "Should I take your silence as obedience?"

Jimin gulped and tried to sputter out an answer, a witty comeback, something. But he never got a chance to. Yoongi pressed the sole of his shoe (cue Jimin: who wears shoes inside?) to the chair that Jimin was sitting on. His foot as right there between Jimin's knees, between his thighs as he kicked out and let Jimin and the chair hit the wall behind them. "Good." Jimin didn't know what to say or do, all he could do was gulp and grip the arms of the chair harder.

Yoongi looked actually intimidating, something that Jimin never thought he'd see or think. He wasn't intimidating in a bad way, it was in a more intimidatingly hot and sexy way. He took his goddamn time, Yoongi, excessively swaying his hips from side to side as the distance between him and Jimin got shorter and shorter until it was virtually non-existent.

"You got any mixtapes around here?" Yoongi turned away to the 'shelf of music', just as Jimin was leaning in to steal a kiss from him, but Jimin was kind of relieved because he needed time to cool down. "Ooh~ like the sound of this one."

Yoongi held out a cassette with the words 'indie rock sex' scribbled on it with a sharpie. He felt dumbfounded by the pure confidence that was dripping off of the older at that moment, there was no hesitation in his movements and not a quiver in his voice. It's like he'd calculated every move he was supposed to make in immaculate detail, rehearsed them to perfection to push all of Jimin's buttons just right. "I thought you were a virgin." Jimin murmured grumpily, and he was blushing profoundly as he did.