蓬鬆|fluffy°yoonmin

Fluff [26]

A full sort of pressure swirled around his cerebrum as a pair of hands gently made him lie back.

Don't stop.

He felt hot breath hit his neck.

Please.

Warm fingers making slow contact with his bare skin.

I want to do this.

Soft pants, sighs of ecstasy.

I need you.

Touch me.

Yoongi detached his lips from the underside of Jimin's jaw while his thumb drew small circles on his thigh. “Why are you crying?” the arousal was evident upon his gravelly octave, but a frown found it's way onto his brows.

Jimin took a moment to regain his breath and lacing his fingers through the ravenette's hair, pulled him in for a soft kiss.

Bringing their foreheads together, he whispered, “I'm just so...happy.”

A soft smile lit up Yoongi's features as he interlocked their fingers together and, nudging his head back, resumed his assault on the latter's neck. Jimin whined. It felt so good—

And a phone buzzed.

At once, Yoongi stiffened and Jimin could see in his eyes how much he wanted to answer that damn call, but lust was clouding his senses and he seemed lost in an internal conflict...

So Jimin forced himself to smile.

“Go ahead.” he suggested softly. “It's okay.”

It wasn't okay.

“Are you—”

“Yeah, I'm sure. Go.”

He wasn't sure.

But Yoongi still left, shooting a grateful smile as he exited the room, leaving Jimin alone, cold, and extremely uncomfortable.

He glanced down at his boxers and huffed in agitation. Just great.

_

“The way I see it,” Hoseok twirled his drink around sassily. “You aren't so interesting to him anymore.”

He yelped in pain as a kick was directed at his shin under the table. “I didn't mean it like that, Jungkook!”

Jungkook glared back. “Then how—”

“I meant sexually.” Hoseok winked at Jimin. “Spice things up in the bedroom, and everything will go back to normal.”

Jimin felt his ears go red. “What do you suggest?”

“Y'know, bondage, whips, leashes, dild—”

He received another kick. This time from Taehyung.

“He's innocent, look at how uncomfortable he is!” Taehyung pointed at a scarlet Jimin squirming in his seat at the image of Yoongi doing those things to him.

“Don't worry Jimin, just because Hoseok does it with Hyungsik Hyung doesn't mean you have to.” Jungkook smirked at Hoseok, who gasped dramatically.

“As if you two don't bang against the wall every single night—”

“Okay, enough!” Jimin tapped his fingers against the table surface. “We're in public, you guys don't have to talk about this stuff here.”

“For real though,” Hoseok sighed. “Why don't you try asking Yoongi instead of us?”

“Like, right now?”

“Yeah. Go on.”

Jimin gulped.

_

“Hey Yoongi?” Jimin slid his sneakers off and gingerly walked inside the apartment. “Yeah?” he heard from the living room.

Yoongi was lying on the couch, one leg hitched up by the armrest and the other hanging down, eyes intent upon the book he was holding. As Jimin entered, he smiled. “How did you know I would like this so much?”

“Intuitive decision.” Jimin shrugged and plopped down too, arranging the latter's head on his lap. “How far have you read?”

“Percy just fought Ares.” Yoongi chuckled. “It's so funny.”

“Hmm~”

They lay in silence for a minute, Jimin just lazily stroking Yoongi's hair, until he stopped.

“Yoon? We need to talk.”

Yoongi frowned and sat up, facing the pinkette. “What?”

Jimin bit his bottom lip nervously. “I haven't ever done this before; be in a relationship I mean, and I know neither have you, so we need to do this together, you know that, right?”

Yoongi just looked more confused. “Of course.”

“So w-why...” all of his emotions were swirling inside his chest. He couldn't get a word out.

Yoongi moved closer and cupped Jimin's face. “Baby, what wrong?”

“I feel weird Yoongi.” Jimin let it all out. “I feel as if you're hiding something from me, and like, you don't trust me anymore. You've been so distant lately, and it's worrying me so much. Yet, all you do it talk on that darn phone all day long and don't spend any time with me.”

“Jimi—”

“And if we want to make this work, I need to be able to feel loved.” Jimin felt on the verge of tears. “Secrets bring nothing but heartbreak, and you just don't tell me a-anything and I'm afraid you'll leave me and—”

He just broke down and buried his face into the crook of Yoongi's neck, sobs wracking his body. He felt arms wrap themselves around him, but they did nothing other than deepen the ache within his chest.

And it hurt so much.

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a/n; bear with me i have an idea