蓬鬆|fluffy°yoonmin

Fluff [30]

The leaves on the tree above them were ripe and green, with a few bird bitten apples hanging down from the branches.

“Beautiful isn't it?” Jimin asked, glancing above himself in wonder.

Yoongi chuckled. “Not really, compared to you.” He cupped Jimin's face with both of his hands and his gaze bore down into the pinkette's eyes. “Park Jimin, what have you done to me?”

Jimin smiled. “I don't know. Why don't you tell me?”

Yoongi took a deep breath. “You're just so fluffy, it's adorable.”

And before Jimin could further react, Yoongi stepped closer and pressed their lips together. Jimin's eyes widened in surprise. This was the first time the latter had done this. Yoongi's lips were soft on his, as if he was hesitant, yet passionate.

So for the first time in his life, Jimin kissed back because he actually wanted to.

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Jimin's eyes flew open.

His head hurt so bad, as his whole body ached from soreness. What happened? The last memory he could conjure up was falling asleep to soft piano notes in the car with—

Yoongi. Where was Yoongi?

He wildly looked around him. It was a dark room, with a couple of windows off to the side. The room wasn't actually small, by estimate it could house fifteen people. But the floor was bare of furniture, except for the chair he was sitting on.

His hands were tied behind his back, as a gag enclosed his mouth, making speech impossible. By the amount of light coming in through the window, he guessed it was at least two in the afternoon.

Jimin let out a small shudder, trying to recount all the things people did if kidnapped in movies. All that came to him, was to try to move with the chair. So he tried that, to no avail. It was nailed to the ground. Next, he tried loosening the rope by tugging on it, but it only became tighter.

Whining in despair, be tried all he could. But nothing worked. Finally giving up, he sat still, trying to work out a fake identity for himself whenever his captors would come. By now, he had come to the conclusion that somehow while he had been sleeping, a gang of robbers had surrounded the car and taken Yoongi and him hostage.

Only, where was he?

And where was Yoongi?

He dozed off, the pain in his head too earsplitting, before jostling awake by the sound of a door opening.

At once his senses heightened as he saw a man in a long green coat approach him. Dark sunglasses adorned his eyes, while boots clamoured against the bare floor. Jimin couldn't see much of his face, except for a thin scar that stretched across his cheek.

“Oh, Jimin, Jimin, Jimin...” he chuckled as he came closer, coming to stand in front of Jimin's chair. “Finally, you are here! Welcome to my humble abode, though I admit this is a rather dingy room.”

Jimin only glared at him.

“Aw, why the pout? What's wrong, little Jiminie? Missing your boyfriend?”

The pinkette's gaze widened, and he mumbled something like, what have you done to him.

“Only what he deserves. He was putting up a bit of a fight, so I was a bit, ah, distracted...”

He flexed his neck, and Jimin saw a rather recent scratch across it. He felt pride bloom inside his chest at the thought of his Yoongi doing that.

“Anyway, now that he's been taken care of, all my attention is on you, don't worry.” He leaned in.

“What do you want from us?” Jimin tried to say, but a muffled sound only came out. The man seemed to understand though, since he looked confused.

“Didn't he tell you? Don't you know anything?”

Jimin blinked. So Yoongi was keeping something from him; something regarding this man. So, gingerly he shook his head.

“Tsk tsk, that's a shame.” the man smirked. “Your boyfriend worked for me, long before he met you. And what an amazing asset he was back then.” He sighed at the thought. “Fierce, emotionless, carrying out every single order.”

“But then,” The man's gaze shifted to Jimin's shocked face. “Then you came along, and you ruined everything. You turned him soft.”

Jimin couldn't help experiencing another wave of pride after knowing that.

“So, since you took him away from me, I was thinking...what should I take away from him?” Jimin's heart palpitated.

He grasped at Jimin's chin roughly and pulled his face closer.

“What's so special about you, huh?” he rasped, his breath fanning Jimin's face. “Maybe it's your hair, maybe it's your eyes, maybe it's your...other things...”

The way he said it, brought about a sudden reconciliation of memories for the pinkette. And not the good ones; rather the ones involving drunk people and hotel rooms.

Just as this moment passed, the man ripped away the gag and ran a thumb across his lips.

“Maybe I should just wreck you. So hard, that just the sight of you will destroy him. And then, I'll just dispose of him, and keep you for myself.”

And before Jimin could really process everything, the man kissed him. Jimin squirmed and tried to pull away, but couldn't.

“You're so sweet. So delicious.”

Jimin's heart was beating against his rib cage as he was pulled into another kiss, this one rougher.

He felt a tear roll down his cheek.

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a/n; its horrible ik but just a little more until yoongi karate chops in and saves the day

pfft not really but just wait a while

+thanks for 7k holy shit???