Little Space

how convenient

Jimin was walking through the hallway of their apartment when a force threw him against the wall and he gasped as his back hit the wallpaper. The surprise made him shut his eyes. Suddenly, there was hot breath against his neck.

"Fuck, hyu—"

Dark hair obscured his vision as the elder started kissing up his neck. Jimin's knees gave out, but Yoongi was quick to catch his waist. He nibbled on the younger's ear, then breathed hot air into it, causing Jimin to gasp again and run his hands through Yoongi's newly dyed locks.

"Hey, Jiminie," Yoongi whispered.

Jimin opened his mouth, but nothing came out except for a heavy breath. He whimpered when Yoongi grabbed his wrists and pinned them over his head, kissing and sucking on his neck again. The cool metal of his ring was a weird contrast on Jimin's warm skin. Jimin tilted his head, allowing Yoongi more access. The elder's teeth nipped on the choker he was wearing. Jimin's stomach warmed and he began to shake. Yoongi's fingers moved up to his shirt, tugging the buttons open.

Jimin tried to struggle against the hold on his wrists. He wanted so badly to touch Yoongi too. Yoongi only held him tighter.

"Hyung, plea—"

Yoongi cut him off, moving up to his face and staying only centimeters from touching their lips. Jimin tried to lean forward, but Yoongi pushed him back. Yoongi breathed shallowly, switching his gaze from Jimin's lips to his eyes. Finally, fucking finally, Yoongi leaned in and connected their lips.

Jimin's whole body soared. He whined, making Yoongi giggle into his lips. Yoongi released his wrists to run his hands through Jimin's ash-blonde hair. Jimin immediately started grabbing Yoongi's neck, pulling him closer.

"Fuck, Jiminie. Blonde hair and a choker. What are you trying to do to me?" Yoongi whispered against Jimin's mouth.

Jimin bit down on his own bottom lip, staring at Yoongi's eyes. "And your black hair? What do you have to say for yourself? You look so hot that it's fucking ridiculous."

Yoongi growled and attacked his lips again. Jimin revelled in the feeling and reached his hands under Yoongi's shirt. Yoongi pulled on Jimin's hair, making him gasp heavily for the third time. Yoongi took his chance to lick into the younger's mouth, pulling little mewls from his throat.

Jimin started to giggle. Yoongi pulled back and licked his lips, confused. He looked down at Jimin, who was biting his lip to stop laughing.

"What?" Yoongi asked, trapping him tightly against the wall. "What's so funny?"

"Nothing, Daddy," Jimin giggled. "It just tickles."

Yoongi closed his eyes as he let out a soft groan. He rested his forehead against Jimin's. "You always go into little space at the most convenient times, don't you?"

Jimin laughed and kissed Yoongi's nose. "Mhm!" He got out of Yoongi's hold and skipped to the living room.

Yoongi leaned against the wall and chuckled softly. He shook his head with a smile and followed Jimin, deciding that cuddling under fuzzy blankets with hot chocolate would be just as good as his original idea, if not better.