T W I N K | | yoonmin {COMPLETED}

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Dominance (n)
When a lets the girl know he is in charge. A.K.A. Who wears the pants. But don't get confused, dominance is not, "Go make me a sandwich !" That's being a jerk. To be dominant is to lead the girl into another room. To steal her away from her friends, because you can. To tell her your plans for the night because YOU decided what to do. A dominant man is calm and collected, a gentleman, confident, but respectful as well. Woman are often attracted to dominant because they are leaders. To be dominant is to be a MAN.

-Urban Dictionary

Y O O N G I

When we get to Jimin's house, we wait patiently while Jimin opens his front door. When he gets it unlocked we walk in the living room and it is cleaner than I remember.

"Jimin, you're home. Who have you brought with you?" A feminine voice asks as a middle aged woman walks in form the kitchen.

"Mom, these are my friends: Jin, Namjoon, Hoseok, Taehyung, Jungkook, and... Yoongi." Jimin says as he points at each one of us. His arm drops after he says my name, seeming disappointed.

"Well, hello boys. I'm Jimin's mom. Thank you for coming to help. Can I get a few of you to help me in the living room and the kitchen? Jimin, you need to go make sure the upstairs bathroom is clean." Mrs. Park says.

"Namjoon, you and Hoseok can help me in the living room, Jungkook, Charlotte, and Taehyung go help Mrs. Park in the kitchen. Yoongi, help Jimin." Jin says with a small smile.

Every one goes their separate ways except Jin, ready to receive my wrath.

"Jin, you pabo. You realize you just put me in a small room with that twink, right?" I ask, pointing at him and watching his smile get wider through squinted eyes.

"And? He get's along with all of the rest of us. This will be good, quality bonding time, Yoongi. It'll be fun." Jin tells me, turning to walk away.

"It'll be fun for you to watch." I mutter and he hums in agreement as he walks into the other room. I walk to the stairs and make my way to the upstairs bathroom, finding Jimin bent over in front of the sink, looking for something under the counter.

After a few seconds, I clear my throat and Jimin goes to stand up, but he hits his head on the counter. He grabs the back of his head and stands up straight, looking at me with surprise.

"H-hello." Jimin stutters.

"Are you okay?" I ask, taking one step closer to him which puts me only a few inches away from him. I take his head into my hands and turn it so that I can see the back of his head.

"I-I'm fine, Yoongi. You don't have t-"

"Just let me look, pabo." I say, running my hands through his soft hair to check for bumps.

I've been waiting all day to do that.

"Y-yoongi." Jimin says, sounding embarrassed.

"Yes?"

"The bathroom?" He asks, looking at me as I set my hands on the counter on either side of him, leaning forward a half an inch.

"What about it?"

"Shouldn't we clean it?" Jimin whispers.

"Probably." I whisper, studying his face.

"Why aren't you cleaning then?"

"Because this is more fun." I whisper and his eyes widen a tad bit more in surprise.

"What is more fun?" Jimin asks, gaining his confidence back slowly.

"Teasing you. Let's work." I say stepping by back away from him to see what needs to be cleaned.

"How long have you guys lived here?" I ask as Jimin starts wiping down the counter.

"About a month."

"Is it just you and your mom?"

"No, there is my little brother, too. But he is in a boarding school."

"So how did you, alone, get this bathroom dirty enough that your mom thinks it needs to me cleaned?"

"My mom is kind of a neat freak but she hasn't had the time to get the house cleaned fully yet so... that's leads us to this: a cleaning spree right before company is supposed to be coming." Jimin explains.

I clear my throat with a smile and it takes Jimin a second to get it, but when he does, he hits my bicep. I grab my arm and pretend like he hurt me. His hands reach out to massage my arm and his face contorts to show a face of nurture.

"Where does it hurt?" Jimin asks and I smile wide.

"What?" Jimin asks, confusion washing over his face.

"I was joking, it doesn't actually hurt." I say with a smile.

"You dumb- you dumb butt." Jimin says, getting flustered as he pushes me away.

"I'm a butt?" I ask as I take a Clorox wipe out of the bottle that was sitting on the counter behind Jimin.

"Yes, you are a butt. Please stop being a butt."

"But not being a butt is no fun." I whine, with a gummy smile and closed eyes.

"Stop it. You need to clean." Jimin says, taking authority.

"Ooh, dominance. I like it." I say with a sly smirk.

"You wouldn't be saying that later." Jimin mumbles to himself.

"You wouldn't be muttering smart remarks later." I say.

"You're right. I'd be calling you a slut. My whore. Not a dumb-butt." Jimin says with his infamous eye smile and innocence playing on his face.

"God, are you something else."

"I know I am. Do you?" He asks, looking me straight in the face with a look of dominance and challenge.

"I do. Would you like to see?"

"I would love to." He says, innocence making a reappearance.

"Good." I say, turning around and bending over to clean the bathtub.

"What? Are you just going to leave me hanging?" Jimin asks, whine coming back out.

"Wow, you are such a switch."

"Yes, I am. But that means that you are too."

"You literally just changed within seconds. You are such a switch and it is so adorable, but hot at the same time."

"I wouldn't switch for some people." He says, getting embarrassed.

"There's no need to be embarrassed because I don't know what that means."

"It means that people normally see me as a sub and I would be willing to continuously stay a sub for certain guys. But it depends on the guy and what they like. The only reason I am a switch is because you always need that masculine one in the relationship but not all guys are willing to be that way. I think it widens my horizons if I am a switch." He says, twiddling with the hem of his shirt. Lord, I forgot he was wearing exactly what I like on people.

"Clear your calendar for next Saturday." I say, going back to cleaning.

"Why?"

"Because I want to take you somewhere." I tell him.

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