mine | yoonmin

twenty

sorry for the wait!
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a few weeks later, nayeons body was found dead, but there were no fingerprints so the weapon wouldnt lead to namjoon.

yoongi had moved in with jimin, so the same incident wouldn't repeat; and frankly the little loved living with the male.

he could get cuddles when he wanted, kisses when he wanted, and he could see jimin face to face rather than through a phone screen.

that one morning though, yoongi was feeling a little bratty.

he had refused to wake up, and he kept demanding for things.

jimin would be lying if he said yoongi wasn't stressing him.

he had been trying to give the smaller a bath, but he ended up chasing yoongi around.

"yoongi! get over here!" jimin groaned as he chased the, fully undressed, little around the house.

"mm..nu!" yoongi giggled as he stuck out his tongue, turning around to wiggle his bum before running away again.

although, before he could speed up, jimin caught up to him and lifted him into his arms.

the little whined as he kicked and shifted, pouting. "down! down!"

jimin ignored him as he walked to the bathroom, setting yoongi in the tub. the little began to thrash around in the water, "n-no baf! no baf!" he whined loudly.

jimin glared warningly at him, "five spankies and early bedtime." he said. yoongi gasped.

"n-nu! nu s-spankies!!" said as his lips trembled.

jimin sighed, "im sorry baby, but this is your punishment." he hummed and went to begin washing yoongi.

"daddy, der ish a spidah on chu head!"