T W I N K | | yoonmin {COMPLETED}

//TWENTY-SEVEN\\

Hickey (n)
When you suck on someone's neck to the point of leaving a huge red mark which can also turn purple or maroon if done right by breaking the blood vessels. Fun to get. Until your parents find out.

-Urban Dictionary

J I M I N

That kiss.

It was heaven on earth.

His lips were chapped but they tasted like I've known them my entire life. His hands running up and down my torso felt like home.

I didn't ever want to leave his touch.

Then my phone rang.

Yoongi pulled back from the kiss and picked up my phone and stared at it with awe.

"Yo- wh- how?" Yoongi asks as his demo of Serendipity plays through the speaker of my phone.

"After you played the first little bit of it, I started recording it on my phone so that I had it and then I fell in love with it all over again when I played it back so I made it my ringtone." I explain and he glances between me and the phone before denying the call and throwing it on the couch to kiss me again.

"I." He gives me a peck of a kiss.

"Have." Another peck.

"Never." Peck.

"Loved." Peck.

"You." Peck.

"More." Kiss.

"You love me?" I ask.

"Yeah, and there's no way you're getting rid of me now."

"I don't want you to leave." I whisper.

"Good." He whispers before going to kiss me again before I stop him.

"There's something I need to say before we continue." I whisper.

"And what might that be?" He whispers with a small smile and annoyance in his voice covered mostly by teasing.

"I love you Min Yoongi!" I yell and he jumps off of me and onto the couch in surprise.

"You don't have to fucking yell!" He yells.

"But how else do I show my love for the great Min Yoongi?" I ask as I crawl on top of him.

"Words at a normal volume are fine." He says, going into a gay panic as I kiss his neck.

"But that's no fun." I whisper before going back to kissing his neck and giving him a very large and visible hickey.

"Oh my God, Jimin." He whispers and I stop to look up at him.

"What?"

"Well don't stop now." He says before I smirk and go back to giving him his hickey.

"What now?" I ask after I finish.

"I give you one and we go meet the group at Namjoon's." He says with his gummy smile.

"Good idea." I say as I flip us over so he's on top.

Once he's finished, I follow him upstairs so we can freshen up. Both of us make a beeline for the bathroom to admire our hickeys.

"Damn, Jimin. You're good at this." Yoongi says as he runs the tips of his fingers over the good sized hickey on the left side of his neck.

"So are you, babe." I say and he looks over at me with wide eyes.

"W-what did you just call me?" He asks as I continue to admire my neck.

"You heard me."

"Well, why did you call me that?" He asks like a child.

"It's not the end of the world to say 'babe'. Plus, I thought we were a couple." I say as I lean on the counter, facing him.

"Do you want us to be?" He asks, facing me as he fiddles with his fingers.

"I would like that a lot." I say, stepping so there's only a little bit of space between us.

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