He's Not Gone

eight

Jimin;

I wake up, my room completely dark, music still filling my ears. I rub my eyes and unplug my earbuds. I get up and turn on my bedroom light. I change into clean clothes, and grab the basket with Yoongi's clothes in it. I turn off the light before leaving my room.

I tiptoe myself to the door, making sure I make the least noise as possible. As soon as I reach the door I hear footsteps. Shit. I quickly open the door and walk out, quickly yet carefully, closing the door behind me.

I let out a breath, and start heading to the treehouse. Every step I make, the more anxious I get. I don't know if I should tell Yoongi about the incident. He's probably going to become a jealous mess, but I don't want to hide anything from him.

I climb up and enter. I carefully placed the laundry basket down, and make my way to where Yoongi sleeps. I quietly lay down next to him and try to fall asleep but I can't. I stand up and walk towards the door. I sit next to the door, and pull out my phone.

"Jimin," I hear. I slowly flutter my eyes open, and see Yoongi with messy hair, and a puffy face. "Good morning, sleeping beauty," I yawn. He helps me up, and I point towards the basket. "I washed your clothes," I say. He smiles and kisses my forehead. "Thank you."

He goes and sits on the floor, and I go and sit on his lap. "Yoongi~," I say in an extremely high voice, and he hums in response. "Remember that I told you about Mark?" "Yeah, what about that bastard?" I look into his eyes, seeing jealousy in them. I quickly turn away, and I feel myself getting red. "Well~ he may or may not kissed me, and he's-" "He fucking what?!," Yoongi yells. I flinch a little, and cover his mouth. "Listen!"

I make myself comfortable, and continue to cover his mouth with my hand. "I bit him before he could do anything else, and Jin told me last night that Mark was coming over tomorrow which is now today," I explain. He licks my hand, and I quickly pull it away, wiping it on my pants.

"He kissed you, you bit him, and he's going to your house tomorrow?," he questioned. "What the fuck!" I rest my head on his shoulder, and my hand on his chest. I can feel his chest moving up and down with every breath that he takes. It stays silent for a few second, before I feel the vibrations of him speaking. "Is he a better kisser than me?," he asks. I slap his chest as an answer to his stupid question. "Of course not, you big dummy." "Good."

9:34AM

"And that's how I almost got killed by a snake," Yoongi says. I laugh at his ridiculous story and try to cover my face. "Why do you always cover your face when you laugh?," he asks. I shrug my shoulders and look away. "Jimin," he whispers. I stay turned around, my face burning as my face gets even more red. He gently puts his hand on my face, and slowly turns my head around, making me face him. "Answer, now," he demands. I let out a sigh and look down. "I'm self conscious, and you know this," I say. Yoongi moves my head up, and kisses my forehead. "Like I've told you before, I'll help you overcome that. By loving every 'flaw' and every perfection of yours," he says as he makes air quotations around the word "flaw".

3rd person;

"I love you, Jimin," he says before kissing him. He gently slithers his hand around the younger's waist, as the younger gets closer, wrapping his arms around the older's neck.

Jimin carefully and slowly moves his hands down Yoongi's shirt, touching his now hard nipples. Jimin grinds himself against the older's member, getting a groan as a response. Enjoying the feeling, Yoongi puts both hands on Jimin's waist, and slides him back and forth.

The older unable of containing his moans, breaks the kiss, and tosses his head back. Knowing that Yoongi has a daddy kink, Jimin smirks and whispers into Yoongi's ear, "You like that, daddy?"