Our Happiness Was Planned

You Are Me, I Am You

A/N: Y'all, I just gotta say, I'm really proud of how this chapter turned out. 😊

Jimin is playing a puzzle game on his phone and giggling at the cute characters and animations while Yoongi looks on fondly, when an alarm on the older's phone goes off. “Oh, it's 8:00. Let's eat something and then I'll devour you.” Yoongi smirks, and Jimin keens softly, only able to nod. “Here, baby. I got your favorites.” The older hands Jimin a bowl of kimchi jjigae, and another bowl of sliced strawberries and bananas with poppyseed dressing on top.

Jimin totally isn't going to tear up.

He's not tearing up. He's not-

“Aww, Jiminie.” Yoongi wipes away the omega's tears with the pads of his thumbs. “I just want to take care of you. Do you want to save the food for later?”

“Yeah.” Jimin sniffles. “Except the fruit.” He grabs the bowl, and Yoongi watches him devour it like he hasn't eaten in days. Yoongi himself nibbles on a few strawberries before setting the bowl aside and clearing his throat.

“Baby.” His voice is soft and doesn't betray the desire he suddenly feels for the omega.

Jimin looks up at him, his lips red and wet with fruit juice. “Hmm?” His cheeks are still slightly puffed out, and he swallows the rest of the fruit as he licks his lips.

“Come here.” Yoongi grips Jimin's waist and pulls him into his lap. “You're so damn irresistible.” He crashes their lips together in a passionate kiss, growling softly as Jimin's hands move up to tug gently at the alpha's hair, his short fingers curling in the smooth raven locks. The omega rolls his hips gently, creating just enough friction on their covered erections to be maddening. Yoongi allows it for a moment before his hands tighten on Jimin's hips.

“A-alpha~” Jimin whines and desperately tries to rut his hips against Yoongi's.

“Look at you.” Yoongi smirks. “So needy already and I've barely touched you. Strip, baby. Show me what a good little omega you are.” Jimin pulls back enough to slowly lift his (read: Yoongi's) shirt over his head, grinning as he gently tosses it aside. He's wearing gym shorts, so it's an easy task of sliding them off as well, leaving him bare for only Yoongi's eyes to see.

“Your turn now.” Jimin crawls forward and rids the alpha of his shirt, and his fingers fumble with the zipper on his jeans. Yoongi smooths the younger's hair back before trailing his fingertips down his face, his chest, and his abs, smirking before helping to remove his own pants and toss them to the side. Jimin takes a moment to appreciate his alpha's naked body. Smooth, pale skin illuminated by the moonlight and sparse lighting in the room. Dark hair that frames his face and makes him look like a dark prince whose only purpose is to ravage Jimin. Soft lips that seem like they were made to kiss only Jimin's.

“Jimin...” He growls low in his throat, his possessiveness taking over as he pushes the omega onto his back and looms over him. They're about the same height, but in that moment, Yoongi looks so much larger and taller than Jimin, making the omega feel small and vulnerable.

Which, of course, he is. Vulnerable to everything the alpha wants to do to him.

“You are mine, Park Fucking Jimin, you gorgeous omega.” Yoongi punctuates each syllable with a kiss to different parts of the omega's body. His hip bones, his ribs, his chest, his neck, his abs, his thighs. He saves his lips for last, and he kisses him hungrily, licking away the remnants of juice from his plump lips. One of his hands reaches down between their bodies to stroke his omega to full hardness until he's writhing and rolling his hips in a silent plea for more.