| Returning The Favour || Yoonmin |

Ch21 ~ War of hormone

(+) First of all Yoongi, do you think you're slick? Cuz you're really not, we all see you copping a feel of the Jibooty and then licking ur lips afterward 😂😂😂😂⬆⬆⬆

Yoongi wiped the smirk off his face and pulled the towel from Jimin's head. "Jesus Christ Jimin, it's just a towel, no one turned out the lights." Jimin froze on the spot, his heart stopping as he realised Yoongi's eyes were the first thing he saw. When Yoongi realised, just seconds after the younger boy had frozen on the spot, he widened his own eyes and felt the blood rush to his cheeks once again. The plump organ at the centre of his life line beating through his ribcage and pulling at his heart strings. He felt his breath hitch as his eyes drifted down to the open slit of his mouth, eyes dilating just a little as he felt his eyelids start to close. And then... he realised, WOAH WOAH WOAH YOONGI WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!! His mind screamed. He shot his eyes open and pulled away so fast he fell backwards against his closet.

"Oh my goodness!" Jimin was shook out of his trance by the impact of Yoongi's back on the closet, startled by how hard he had crashed into the wardrobe. Yoongi winced at the lingering pain in his backbone as he tried to sit up against the closet. "Are you hurt at all? That was a hard blow to the back." Jimin was centimetres away from his face, so close he almost went for it for the second time... but chickened out the last minute, Jin's voice ringing out in his head as he thought about the consequences of his actions. YOU DO LIKE HIM! YOU'VE FALLEN FOR HIM! I TOLD YOU SO! And he wasn't going to give Jin the satisfaction of being right for the thousandth time in his life.

"Uhm..." Yoongi blinked several times before he looked away and hurried to his feet. "Y-you should get into the shower, you smell like you haven't bathed in forever." He hid his face, the blood still throbbing in the under-surface of his cheeks as he imagined what he'd do to Jimin, if only he wasn't so damn pure, it made him feel guilty for having such filthy thoughts about the younger boy. He was near angelic, near heavenly and too untainted to be dirtied by his hand. Jimin was transcendent, ethereal... perfect... nowhere near where he ranked himself on the food chain.

"It's only been like a week since I showered, don't be mean hyung." Jimin grumbled, getting up from where he was staring into Yoongi's eyes before he scrambled into an awkward standing position. "But yes, ok fine I'm going. The grease in my hair was starting to annoy me." He walked into Yoongi's in suite bathroom and closed the door behind him.

"Jesus..." Yoongi breathed, breathed in oxygen like he'd been deprived of air for a lifetime. He grabbed at his chest, banged at the door of his heart, cursed his coronary organ for beating so loudly, the Gods above complained of the noise. "What the fuck was that?!" he laughed, caressing the left side of his face with his free hand and carding through his silver bangs. At this point, all he could do was chuckle quietly to himself... because his heart hadn't done that since he first met the devil incarnate, four years prior to his encounter with this divine being called Park Jimin...

~♤~

Yoongi trudged down the stairs, his energy drained as he lumbered onto the sofa. He let out a sigh so heavy he thought it might weigh him down if he ever got up from his comfortable position. He was so tired, he hadn't noticed the three boys looking curiously at him from the kitchen door way. "Hyung?" Jihoon finally spoke up from the dining room table. "Did that fast round with Jimin upstairs tire you out that much?" Yoongi heard him, but he didn't possess the amount of energy required to look up and glare at his younger brother.

"I didn't fuck him." He grumbled, scowling at the ceiling.

"Then what was that noise we heard just now?" Jungkook snickered, his casual palm still supporting the weight of his neck and head. "Sounded like something fell, a.k.a, Jimin's pants."