Little Space

domestic

"You are being such a fucking asshole!" Jimin screamed, stomping his foot.

Yoongi groaned into his palms. "I'm not the one being a little shit and yelling for no goddamn reason!"

Jimin was fuming. He was ready to wring Yoongi's neck. "What the fuck is wrong with you?!" he practically growled.

Yoongi threw his hands up. "Fucking nothing! You're overreacting, Jimin!"

"I am not overreacting!" he yelled, pulling on his hair. He stomped angrily down the hallway and slammed their bedroom door.

Yoongi angrily threw his book down. Not even a minute later, Jimin opened their door and stalked back out into the living room with crossed arms.

"So maybe I'm overreacting!" His cheeks were red and flushed and his chest was rising and falling quickly.

Yoongi stared at him before bursting into laughter. Jimin giggled as well and walked over to Yoongi, perching on one of his thighs. The elder was wiping tears from his eyes.

Jimin only giggled and kissed Yoongi's cheek. "You can't go to work tonight, hyung. You're overworking yourself."

"Jiminie, I have to," Yoongi whined. "If I don't, I could fall behind on—"

Jimin pouted, tilting his head down and sticking out his bottom lip. "Daddy."

Yoongi practically melted. He let out a muffled whine and hugged Jimin tightly. "You're killing me."

Jimin giggled, clinging to Yoongi as well. "'S my job."

~

Jimin was cooking dinner, all dressed up in an apron and everything. He was humming to himself by the stove. Yoongi walked in after a particularly nice nap and slipped his hands around Jimin's waist, nosing behind his ear.

"Morning, sunshine."

Yoongi grunted in response and kissed Jimin's ear. He drew patterns on Jimin's stomach with his fingers and kissed down to Jimin's neck.

Jimin shivered and tried to shove him off. "Quit it, hyung. I'm cooking," he smiled.

Yoongi only continued. He pulled Jimin flush against himself and nibbled lightly on the younger's skin, sighing heavily.

"You're gonna make me burn it." Jimin laughed lightly and subtly turned his head, letting Yoongi have more room.

Yoongi shrugged. "This feels so domestic," he muttered into Jimin's honey skin.

Jimin smiled. "We're married."

"I know." Yoongi kissed Jimin's temple before resting his chin on the younger's shoulder. "I like it."

"I like it too." Jimin turned his head to kiss Yoongi's hair. "You're pretty."

Yoongi laughed breathily through his nose. "Right."

"You are!" Jimin giggled. "Pretty, pretty hyung."

Yoongi tried to suppress his smile. He wished it was possible to stop yourself from blushing so hard.

Jimin didn't even have to look at him. "You're pretty when you blush."

"Shut up," Yoongi mumbled. He playfully hit his head gently against Jimin's.

"You look like a strawberry when you blush. Strawberry hyung. No! Snow strawberry hyung. No... Sugar strawberry hyung."

"Sugar?" Yoongi grimaced a bit.

Jimin shrugged. "You're pale!"

"You don't have to remind me." Yoongi ran his hand down Jimin's arm slowly, watching the difference between his skin and Jimin's.

"Pretty sugar. My sugar hyung."

"You're such a little shit."

"I know," Jimin laughed.

Yoongi kissed his forehead again before wrapping his arms around him tighter. He snuggled his head into Jimin's neck and sighed, kissing his shoulder as well.