Little Space

fuck that guy ur mine

Jimin was laying on his stomach on the couch, one palm supporting his head as he scrolled on his laptop. His legs were bent and kicked behind him in the air. Yoongi walked through the living room and Jimin perked up.

"Hyung!" he called. Yoongi stopped to look at him. "Will you get me a juice box?" He gave Yoongi pleading eyes.

Yoongi cocked an eyebrow as an amused smile appeared on his face. He waited for Jimin to give him an explanation.

"Shut up, hyung. Why can't I have them when I'm big too?" He rolled his eyes. "They're good~."

Yoongi laughed and walked closer to the couch. "I didn't even say anything." He knelt down to be eye level with Jimin. He gave his boyfriend a teasing smile.

"You had that judgy look on your face. So now you have to get me one!" Jimin claimed, trying to fight his smile.

Yoongi snorted and stood. He walked into the kitchen, grabbing Jimin a juice and a soda for himself. When he entered the room again, he tossed the juice box at Jimin and laughed when it caught Jimin off guard and hit him in the cheek. Jimin just rolled his eyes with a smile and kept scrolling on his computer. Yoongi sat down in the chair to the side of the couch.

"What are you looking at anyway, babe?" Yoongi asked.

Jimin shook his head. He put the straw into his juice box and held it in his mouth. "Nothing."

Yoongi tilted his head to see. Jimin changed the page before he could. He stood and jumped at Jimin, grabbing his small wrists in one of his hands and laughing at Jimin's yelp of surprise. He used his other hand to go back to what Jimin was looking at. Jimin was struggling against him, screaming.

What he saw made Yoongi blush and back up. "Jiminie, what?" He looked down at the younger with wide eyes.

Jimin was blushing furiously and trying to hide his cheeks. He cringed in on himself, tucking his face into the couch. "Why are you like this?!"

"Jimin, what are you...?" Yoongi giggled and covered his mouth.

Jimin shrugged. "They're cute," he mumbled into the couch cushions.

"I mean... Yeah?" Yoongi chuckled. "I guess so."

"D-Don't laugh at me, hyung!" Jimin whined. He covered his head with his arms.

Yoongi continued to tease him. "Actually... It'd probably look really good on you, hm?" He reached his hand down to Jimin's neck and trailed a few fingers down the soft skin. "A collar? Maybe light blue..."

Jimin shivered and shook his head furiously. "S-Stop, hyung." He sat up and closed his laptop, covering his cheeks with his palms.

"I refuse. You're too fun to tease." Yoongi reached down and lifted Jimin's chin with a few of his fingers. "I might just have to get you one."

Jimin's cheeks darkened a shade and he whined once more. "You're so fucking embarrassing."

Yoongi chuckled as he left the room. "I know. I try." He left Jimin pouting around his straw on the couch.

~

Jimin skipped behind Yoongi down the aisle as the elder continued piling groceries into the cart. Yoongi was looking down at a box of cereal when someone bumped into Jimin.

"Oh! Excuse me!" Jimin said, smiling at the man. He moved out of his way and bowed his head.

The man returned the smile a little more enthusiastically. "I'm so sorry. I wasn't looking. I guess I'll have to blame how pretty you are for that."

Yoongi nearly dropped the cereal box. He whipped around to see them. Jimin was looking down and blushing. He picked his head back up and gave him another bashful smile. "Well, thank you. Sorry for getting in your way."

"You can get in my way anytime you'd like, beautiful."

Jimin blushed darker, lifting a hand to rub at the back of his neck. Yoongi had to stop himself from growling.

"Yeah, well. We get it, buddy. You can go," Yoongi snapped. He threw the cereal box into the cart.

The guy looked over to Yoongi like he didn't notice him there before. "Ah. You're the boyfriend, I'm assuming. You're lucky. This one's very pretty." He gestured to Jimin.

Yoongi stared him down until he felt the guy get uncomfortable. With a nod, the stranger walked away with his own cart.

Jimin glared at Yoongi when the guy left. "You're so embarrassing! He was just being nice!"

Yoongi squinted his eyes and shook his head. "Nice and trying to get in your pants are two very different things."

Jimin crossed his arms and huffed.

"Oh? Do you want him to flirt with you?" Yoongi asked as he turned and began pushing the cart away.

"It's nice when someone does. My own boyfriend doesn't anymore." Jimin, tongue in cheek, followed behind him.

Yoongi stopped and narrowed his eyes at Jimin. "What's that supposed to mean? I flirt with you plenty."

Jimin gave him a judging look. "Yeah, right. How?"

Yoongi thought for a moment before he realized he had no proof. He turned around and started pushing the cart again. Jimin laughed, angering Yoongi further.

~

Jimin was sitting on the couch when Yoongi came over and dropped a package in his lap. Jimin looked up at him, his eyebrows raised in question.

"Open it," Yoongi demanded, crossing his arms over his chest.

Jimin stared at it for another minute before carefully opening the package. He pulled out a small silk, drawstring bag and glanced at Yoongi again. When Yoongi just continued to stare with the same expression, Jimin pulled the strings to open it.

The second Jimin's eyes landed on the object inside, he let out a groan and threw his head back. "Hyung, I hate you so fucking much."

Yoongi chuckled darkly. "Come on, Jiminie. Open it."

Jimin grumbled as he pulled the lacy, satin blue collar out of the bag. "Are you fucking serious?"

Yoongi smirked and bent down, taking the collar from his fingers and clasping it around the younger's neck. Jimin huffed and crossed his arms, but Yoongi could see the pink in his cheeks. Yoongi trailed his fingers over the collar and Jimin's skin, making the younger grumble though his blush darkened. Yoongi stopped at the front of the collar where the small, white bow was.

"I was right. You look great in it."

Jimin glared up at him, trying to keep his expression angry despite his excitement of having exactly what he wanted. "Why?!"

"Mine. Not that asshole's at the store. Not anyone else's. You're mine. Mine and mine only," Yoongi said. He frowned and looked away.

Jimin smiled as a familiar warmth pooled in his stomach. He stood up, feeling the butterflies spread to his head. He wrapped his arms around Yoongi, who stiffened at first but hugged him back.

"Thank you, Daddy. Love it!" Jimin said, grinning.

Yoongi stopped for a moment before smiling too. "I'm glad you like it, baby, because you can't ever take it off. You're Daddy's and Daddy's only."

Jimin giggled. "Like I'd want to be anyone else's, silly!" He swayed Yoongi side to side. "So silly. Diminie only loves Daddy."

Yoongi couldn't help but smile widely at the younger's words. He hugged Jimin to himself and played with the collar at the back of his neck happily. Jimin hummed and pulled Yoongi to the couch. He climbed into Yoongi's lap and the elder pressed kisses all over his face. Jimin squirmed and hid against his shoulder. Yoongi chuckled and let him rest, rocking him back and forth slowly.