running wild in my mind, sprinting through fields of dead flowers in the midst of winter.
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sh at te ri ng
"don't you look pretty tonight." yoongi smirked at the blushing jimin, sipping on the wine with his eyes trained on the brunet.
a deep blue shirt showed his shoulders from the cut off shoulders, a small cross charm dangling from the choker. skinny jeans showed off his amazing thighs, yoongi's smirk widening as he got to them.
"shut up yoongi. i look stupid."
"oh trust me baby," the elder whispered, barely even heard over the loud chatter of the dinner guests, eyes darkening even further with flaming lust. "you look far from stupid."
baby, jimin blushed crimson, raking a hand through honey locks to distract himself. holy shit, he called me baby.
"wanna get out of here?" jimin gave a strict seemingly-knowing look at his hyung. but looking back and seeing his father only steps behind him with angered eyes, he gave a haste nod.
"get me out." jimin pleaded as yoongi took his small hand, weaving them through the clusters of wealthy snobs. confused glances and suspicious looks were thrown at the two males, some of the younger women not liking how jimin was stealing yoongi's attention.
jimin's cheeks went a deeper rubicund, weirdly liking how yoongi's large hand cradled his own baby one. but his thoughts were hit like a train when he was dragged outside again.
"they won't come out here for a bit. they need to get through the alcohol first." yoongi said, wine glass barely containing any of the blood-red substance, causing him to throw it at a wall.
not out of anger.
out of boredom.
"tell me park jimin," the elder stood against the stone railings of the porch, jimin's eyes leaving the wide and vast courtyard to meet irises with yoongi. "do you happen to know a jungkook?"
"no... why?" lies.
"just wondering."
you're a born liar, jimin, a selfish no good liar.
