"Dr. Park will see me next?"
Though his words were innocent, his smile betrayed something else altogether.
Especially as he leaned in further, his forehead gently bumping against Jimin's.
Correction.
Especially as he leaned in further, his forehead gently bumping against Jimin's finger.
"The doctor just went into that room." Jimin deadpanned before poking him away. "You're free to join it whenever you like."
"I have an appointment with Dr. Park though." Yoongi groaned as he fell back onto his hands.
"Do I look like a doctor to you?"
Truth be told.
If his furtive gaze hadn't betrayed anything, his propping his hands onto Yoongi's thighs had now given everything away: Jimin didn't give a single damn about this conversation.
If he had.
He wouldn't have stood on his toes, pushing down harder on Yoongi's thighs, to peer at the bedroom door.
If he had.
He wouldn't have leaned in, more than exposing himself to Yoongi, as he realized he couldn't see through wood.
If he had.
"More like a nurse."
He wouldn't have let Yoongi snake his arms around him just as slowly as his lips brushed against his ear.
"Short dress and all."
To tell him that it was a shirt or to tell him that it was a shirt?
Jimin's answer came in a pleasant chill as Yoongi chuckled right in his ear.
"A nurse." Jimin lightly scoffed as he set his feet on the ground again. "And you dare say that you're not perverted?"
"I haven't had the time to be a big boy." Yoongi whispered as he brought him closer. "So, sue me."
"Head."
Their noses had bumped.
"Number."
Their lips had brushed.
"1."
Yet.
Yoongi's suppressed groan was only a consequence of Jimin's fingers.
Creeping up his inner thighs, they left painfully pleasant ripples coursing through him.
Troubling him to no end just as Jimin's enchanting dark chuckle.
"Have I maybe scarred your ego?"
Contrary to his sleeping demeanor, Jimin seldom smiled when conscious.
Still.
These rare occasions.
This tantalizing chuckle of his.
Excited, Yoongi.
"The word should be 'stroked'."
"Is that so?"
Yoongi most definitely had to close his eyes as Jimin's fingers slipped further.
The action in itself seemed accidental but Jimin's gaze proved otherwise.
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