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any of y'all ship yoonmin even the slightest bit?

"Did you find her?" Yoongi asks with hope as he meets up with Jimin after skipping school and walking around town, searching for his younger sister. "No, couldn't find her." Yoongi's hands began to shake as he looked through his phone, clicking on his father's contact. Jimin takes his phone away and hangs up the call just as Yoongi's father picks up. "What did you guys do to her?" Jimin knows its all them. There were times when Penelope came to school with a sullen look and hinted that her home was a cruel place for her. "What makes you think its—"

"Because I know, Yoongi."

"We didn't do anything enough to make her run away. S-She's just dramatic and w-wants attention." Yoongi didn't mean to say the last part. It slipped out without a thought and that angered Jimin. He shook his head. "What the hell happened to you?" Jimin whispered. He couldn't believe in who Yoongi was now. "You weren't such an asshole before so what happened?" he urged to know. What made Yoongi go from the softest boy with the kindest smile become so cold-hearted and rude?

Yoongi couldn't look him in the eye. He knew he had changed since his relationship with Jimin. And it was all his fault. "We happened, Jimin. It's because of you, that I'm like this."

And that's where confusion hit him.

"No," Jimin giggled. Yoongi's breath tickled his neck as they hid at the bottom of the stairs in a little spot they called their own. He kept pushing towards the space between Jimin's shoulder and neck, trying to take of bite of his milky flesh that smelled divine. "No! We agreed we wouldn't do this— ah!" Jimin moaned as his lover finally laid an open-mouthed kiss on the crook of his neck. His cold tongue moistened the skin taken captive and softened the surface for Yoongi's teeth to sink in. Jimin's head fell to the side in weakness, giving Yoongi more space to continue his assault. Feeling him give in, Yoongi held his hand against Jimin's neck and pushed him closer. "Yoon— ah!" he tried to get him to stop but his attempts were useless.

The mint haired boy smiled in satisfaction at the orange haired boy that had grown unconscious at his touch. "Open your eyes, baby," Yoongi cooed at him. Jimin tried to catch his breath but it kept leaving his lungs every time Yoongi spoke with a husky voice, still caught in the moment. "Jiminie," he called once again. His eyes slowly fluttered open, hazey and pupils dilated. His irises were glossy and cheeks darkly tinted, complimenting his skin. Yoongi smiled, looking down at Jimin's neck, seeing the almost dark red bruise grow into a purple one. The small mochi shivered under his touch as he ran the pad of thumb over the bruise. "I hate you," Jimin struggled to say. Yoongi smirked and licked his lips, tugging the boy closer. He hummed in agreement, not at all believing the soft words he muttered. "I'm sure you do." His lips fell against Jimin's softly, interlocking them and taking his bottom lip to suck in. "Don't—" That small movement made Jimin's insides tingle and weaken. Then Yoongi's hand grasped Jimin's waist and dipped his thumb into his jeans, toying with the waistband of the boxer briefs he wore. Jimin gasped and pulled away, grasping Yoongi's hand. His eyes were wide and alarming, cheeks darker than before. "What are you doing?" he whispered, still holding Yoongi's oversized hand in his small one. Yoongi looked away, shy. "I thought we could—"

"Not here and we've been over this." Yoongi continued to play with the waistband of Jimin's boxers. "Not my fault you're being so hot right now." Jimin laughed, smacking his head. "Let's go home before someone finds us here, you horny bastard." As they stood up, Jimin dusted of his rear end and Yoongi watched. With a smirk, Yoongi let his hand swing and collide with Jimin's sculptured butt. Jimin yelps and tries to jump away but Yoongi grasps his hand and pulls him to collide their bodies. Kissing him hungrily with a hand cupping Jimin's face and the other firmly grasping Jimin's butt. "I'm not letting you off easy." Jimin giggled, pushing Yoongi away and leaving out the door. He bit his lip, watching Jimin's sexy figure walk out the door.

He had it bad for the mochi that was more than just a pretty face to him.

"Hey! I thought you weren't—" Yoongi didn't let him finish his sentence. He shoved Jimin inside and shut the door, grasping his head by his cheeks and kissing him. A laugh vibrated through Jimin's throat, his hands kneading into Yoongi's hair. His hand went to the hem of Jimin's white t-shirt, tugging it upward and off his body. "Yoongi—"

Frustrated, he removes his own shirt and begins to unbuckle Jimin's belt. "I told you," he pauses, unbuttoning his jeans and walking him into Jimin's room. Pushing him on the bed, Yoongi undoes his own jeans. "I'm not letting you off easy." Climbing over him and letting his hands, trail down Jimin's chest, abdomen, to his middle part. Jimin gasped the minute Yoongi's palm hit him. Yoongi smirked and let himself become indulged in the wonderland that was Jimin.

It was an emergency and Yoongi wasn't answering his phone. He had asked around, but no one knew where he'd gone. When he finally got his calls returned, Yoongi had just gotten out of the shower, drenched in water droplets and Jimin's love. "Dad?"

"Where the fuck have you been?" he spat, turning on the car and putting on his seatbelt. "Where are you? I need to pick you up now. You're mother—"

"Yoongi-ah, can you hand me the towel you used? This is one is all—" Jimin paused, unaware that Yoongi was on the phone as he walked out naked. " it's all dirty with—" he was hushed with the towel being thrown at his chest. But he thought nothing of it. Yoongi's father had heard enough. Hearing Jimin's velvet voice gave him enough of an idea where his son was and he was tired. "We talked about this—"

"Dad—"

"I told you to stop messing around with that piece of shit faggot!" Yoongi's hand clenched angered at his father's words as he kept referring to Jimin as a faggot. He grabbed his shirt and leaned in to kiss Jimin Goodbye, covering the speaker. "I got to go, babe." And with that, he left out the door, slipping on his shirt and leaving Jimin confused.

The first thing his father did the moment Yoongi walked in through the door, was punch him. He knew it was coming, he was just hoping there'd be a conversation first. "You like being a little bitch?" A slap to the side of his face the moment Yoongi stood upright, causing the frail boy to stagger backward with a smirk. "You like playing with Mother Superior?" Before he could land another blow to Yoongi's jaw, Yoongi caught his dad's fist. "How dare you call him that?" Mother Superior wasn't a good term. And Yoongi didn't like the way it came from his mouth. His father's angry face became one taunting his son with a smirk. "You don't know?" Yoongi's face fell.

"YOU DON'T KNOW WHAT YOUR LITTLE BOYFRIEND USED TO DO?"

so ummm... you're welcome for the almost yoonmin smut (?) and... what did jimin do? comment before you read next chapter ;)

according to what i read, not sure if it's true or not, but mother superior is a phrase used to refer to someone who's been around the block... if you know what i mean. just fyi

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