Addicted | Yoonmin✔

|twenty nine|

"Okay, and that's all I have saved up," Yoongi said through a set jaw as Jihoon looked at the number Yoongi wrote down. "I'm trying my best, Jihoon, but it's so fucking difficult. The economy is shit and what not." Yoongi decided to leave out the fact that his boyfriend is stupid rich, and that he felt like shit whenever he can't buy Jimin equally nice presents as the ones Jimin presented him.

Jihoon leaned back cockily, crossing his shapely arms across his chest. They were in the café, and Jimin was watching from a distance, but Yoongi had told the boy to rather keep his distance, because I don't even want you breathing the same air as that filth. "Like I said, I can help. My jobs pay well, you know." Jihoon shrugged, and Yoongi breathed through his clenched teeth. "And don't consider it pity or kindness or whatever, I'm simply looking for an employee and you're fit for the job." His eyes twinkled, and Yoongi was reminded of a spider luring it's prey into it's web.

"You shit. This is for my mom...since this is for her..." Yoong dropped his pride. "Fine, okay. Only until I have enough money. And not a fucking word of this to anyone. I will literally skin your balls and fry them with rice." Yoongi squared his shoulders, knowing he needs to not let Jihoon come under his skin. However, as much as he was willing himself to not feel anything, he could feel the itching sensation.

Burning beneath his skin.

Clawing at his scull.

"Good boy," Jihoon said, without thinking. Yoongi bit his lip without thinking, as images of their past encounters flooded his mind.

"Good boy," Jihoon whispered into Yoongi's ear as he continued thrusting. "Ever going to raise your voice at me again?"

"N-no sir," Yoongi moaned out when Jihoon thrusted into that sweet spot, causing Yoongi's head to fall back. Jihoon gripped harder unto Yoongi's hips, his fingers leaving marks of possession. Their previous argument was forgotten as the euphoria of their hormones overwhelmed their senses to a point where they could no longer discern pleasure from pain.

Yoongi snapped out of it. He bit the inside of his cheek, forcing himself to not look at the man sitting across from him. Jihoon must have noticed Yoongi's sudden flush demeanour, because he smirked condescendingly as he slipped his foot up the inside of Yoongi's leg. In return, the ravenette kicked Jihoon under the table. "Okay, text me the details. Now scram." Yoongi cocked his head to the side and watched as Jihoon flipped him off before leaving. Yoongi grinned in defeat and stood up, walking over to Jimin.

Jimin wanted to ask what Jihoon had said, but judging from the expression Yoongi had sported and the way Jihoon had glared at Jimin when he left the café, Jimin had to rather wait to ask what the talk was about. Yoongi rarely talks about his encounters with Jihoon. So, Jimin cocked his head to the way of the back entrance in the kitchen. Yoongi nodded and walked out with Jimin.

Yoongi pulled out his e-cigarette out of his pocket and held it between his lips. He took a long drag, enjoying the taste of his new cherry flavour. He blew the smoke out in rings, causing Jimin's eyes to widen in delight. "That's so cool, hyung!" Yoongi smiled at Jimin's reaction and took another drag to blow rings out again. He just needed a dose of Jimin's personality to get himself to feel better again.

Jimin held his hand out, asking for a drag himself. Yoongi has had the thing for about a week now, and he allows Jimin a few drags a day. Jimin said he likes the taste and he feels cool when he uses it. Yoongi handed it over, and Jimin took a drag easily, not even coughing like he used to. He blew out, trying to make circles, but failed miserably. Yoongi squeezed his cheeks together to let the remaining smoke out. "Keep trying, babe."

Jimin frowned and handed the device back, before Yoongi rolled his eyes at his pouty boyfriend and bringing him into his embrace. Jimin pressed his back to Yoongi's front as Yoongi continued to drag from the device, occasionally holding it for Jimin to also take a drag. With his arms wrapped tightly around his mochi's waist, they watched the sky turn to a glowing orange colour as the sun started to set. "Does it bother you when I use the e-cig?" Jimin asked softly, and Yoongi shook his head.