lust

5.2☾

yoongi sat on the counter, a thin blue blanket draped lazily over his shoulders. his head was tucked into hoseok's neck, eyes half closed as the younger rubbed gentle, soothing circles onto his hips. yoongi hummed lowly, content.

"your face doesn't seem to feel as warm." hoseok commented, setting his chin on the top of the older's head. he can smell yoongi's vanilla scented shampoo, his hair soft against hoseok's chin.

"i'm feeling better." yoongi says, sinking even more into hoseok's arms. he closes his eyes and takes in the flowery scent of the younger's bodywash. yoongi could feel small water droplets against his skin as they soaked through both the thin blanket and his shirt. "where's minnie?"

it felt weird by now to be alone without jimin being somewhere in the apartment. whether he was taking a nap in the bedroom, in the kitchen making food, or simply in the living room lying on either the couch or the floor, he made himself known with his small giggles and occasional sniffles (a habit the older boys had come to realize was just due to jimin's slight dust allergy and not that he was getting, or is, sick).

"he went on a walk," hoseok informs him, "he mentioned something about letting the two of us have time together."

"but we always do?"

"i think he meant alone, without him here. so we can do, ahem, things without scarring him. that's what i got from it―jiminie worded everything so...uniquely."

"unlike you two, who got it on in the shower while i was downstairs, too afraid to walk by the bathroom door." yoongi pouts, huffing cutely at hoseok. the younger smiled, pinching yoongi's pinkish cheek.

"at least i cleaned up our mess."

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jimin dropped himself to the ground when he found a decent sized hill not too far from home. he sat with his knees to his chest, the hood of his―it was really hoseok's or yoongi's, he couldn't remember―jacket covering his eyes. his cheeks were tinted a light pink color from the cold air.

he didn't say or do anything. only looked out at the sunset as he twisted a dying wildflower between his fingers. he let out a sigh, ignoring the usual cloud that would form and looked at the flower, watching as it crumbled so easily in his hand, bits of it breaking off and landing on his shoes.

"taehyung never loved me." he grumbled, suddenly feeling a new wave of anger wash over him. "he didn't love me, he only loved my body."

"i'm so stupid. i fell in love so easily with him, how could i have been that blind?" jimin mumbled. "i don't know. i didn't know the difference between feeling loved and being used. i gotta give it to that asshole, he played the caring boyfriend role well."

"i didn't know what true love was until i met yoongi and hoseok." jimin says, a smile tugging at his lips when he began to think―and talk about his boyfriends. "they show me, and each other, so much love and care. they're so wonderful, i don't know how i got so lucky."

"maybe because they're looking for love, while taehyung," jimin furrowed his eyebrows. "maybe it isn't love he's looking for, maybe it's lust."

jimin looked up at the sky, "i hope jungkook is doing good. i haven't talked to him."

he let out yet another sigh, dropping the flower and standing up, crushing dead grass off of his jeans. "i should get back, hyungs are probably worried."

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doesn't that underlined sentence sound/look familiar 👀

en knee ways. what are some of your (bts) ships 👀 i've been deciding on ships and i don't know which ones to do

,,,,,,,, so like ,,,,,,,,,, how is everyone today? i hope ur all good + happy and healthy

LISTEN I FELL AND HURT MY ANKLE TODAY this is why you should always pay attention to whatever you do and not trip over your own school shit smh