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𝓣𝔀𝓮𝓷𝓽𝔂 𝓢𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓷

Today was Friday, the day of Jimin's first party. Of course Yoongi didn't want him to go but Jimin would be sulking all day and Yoongi didn't want that.

With Yoongi trailing behind him, hands full to the brim with the brand new gifts, Jimin was happily skipping towards the living room.

Yoongi let a bouncy Jimin rip into the packets, mentally memorising where the wrappings landed in an attempt to make cleaning up slightly easier for future Yoongi. Frenzied shrieks left the lips of the small onesie clad boy and the contrast was almost laughable. However the whole adorableness of the situation cleaned wiped out any humour.

He received a sloppy kiss to the forehead in thanks and Yoongi was more than happy. More than happy to see a twinkly eyed Jimin spread out on his playmat, excitedly flicking through the pages of his new books, mumbling to himself as he decided on a picture. "Okay Jimin just stay here while I get your bath ready."

Yoongi made sure to grab Jimin's favorite bubbles and started his bath. Yoongi was ready to call Jimin over for the bath, but stopped his words on the tip of his tongue upon reaching the doorway. He leant against the wall with his arms crossed comfortably on his chest and an adoration sat happily in his stomach at the sight in front of him.
Jimin lay flat on his front with his back to Yoongi, his legs kicking joyfully above him, softly humming a tune that Yoongi was sure belonged to a cartoon and still scribbling away in his new books.

Yoongi almost didn't want to stop him, the sight too pure and just cute to want to bring to an end. But if he didn't then Jimin wouldn't talk for him for the rest of his life and he didn't want that. He found his feet moving him over towards the oblivious boy before he could even catch up.

As Yoongi stepped closer, Jimin practically flew ten feet in the air, throwing himself over his books and covering the pages with his body. "No! Kitten cant see yet!"

Jimin rested his head against one the pages, his blonde locks barely covering a half finished colouring of a character Yoongi made out to be Winnie the Pooh; but Yoongi wouldn't tell him that. "Oh yeah? Why cant i see, Jimin?"

"Because its a surprise, silly," Jimin whispered, his cheek smushed against the ink that Yoongi was praying was already dry and wouldn't leave a mark to his skin. "It wouldn't be a surprise if you saw before its finished!"

"Oh, is it a surprise for me?" Jimin nodded. "Tell you what, If you get in the bath, Yoongi will let you come and finish coloring your picture. Sound good?"

Yoongi knew he wanted to finish his coloring right there and then and not have to wait. But despite widening eyes and pouty lips, he would not let himself get swayed.

"Nuh-uh. Jimin, dont give me that face." Yoongi warned, channeling his inner authority. The same authority that always seemed to falter when met with 'the face'. "Come on. Let me wash you before you go to your party?"

Jimin huffed, little shoulders shrugging at the action, yet still pushed himself off the playmat with small ink stained hands.

As Jimin marched on ahead in a grump, Yoongi was left following suit, muttering to himself of how Jimin was lucky he looked so cute or else he'd be getting a scolding.

"Hands up." Jimin raised his hands and allowed Yoongi to take his shirt off. Yoongi still couldn't get over Jimin's perfect body. His toned abs, his thick thighs, "get ahold of yourself Yoongi." He smacked himself. Next was Jimin's shorts, and Jimin insisted he do it himself. Jimin pulled his shorts and boxers down, his dick springing up and Yoongi had to look away just so he wouldn't get any inappropriate thoughts.

"Okay get in Jimin." Yoongi said without looking at the younger. Once he heard the sounds of water splashing and a squealing Jimin he turned back around. "I can't do that. Can I?" Yoongi shrugged.

Whatever that was, Yoongi was hoping it wouldn't happen again.

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Jimin shivered as he walked up the stairs to the front door- partially out of anticipation, partially out of anxiety, and partially because he decided, against his better judgment, to come to the party in Jungkook's white shirt and a pair of jeans. The cold air seeped through his shirt, causing his pecs to twitch involuntarily. He knew he should have listened to Yoongi.

It's just a party, he thought to himself. It's just a party. So why did he have a bad feeling about this?

Upon approaching the door, he looked around for the doorbell, once finding it he gave it a big push. He was about to push it over and over again but a voice interrupted

"Coming!" Jimin heard a voice from just beyond the door. A few seconds later, the door opened to reveal Jungwoo in his signature skinny jeans and jean jacket.

"Hey Jimin glad you could make it dude!"

"Um... yeah, it's good to be here," Jimin awkwardly smiled. "Well, come on in!" He chirped. "The party's already started!"

"Uh, Jungwoo... you didn't tell me the party was going to be like THIS," Jimin timidly said, laughing awkwardly as his eyes scanned around the crowded room. "Come Jimin let's play a game." Jungwoo dragged Jimin to the kitchen. He fetched Jimin a drink and told him to drink it because it would help a lot.

Jungwoo dragged Jimin to the living room where there were a bunch of other people around his age and were sitting down in a circle. "Excuse me." Jungwoo stepped over people. Jungwoo and Jimin sat next to each other and Jimin was sat across from Jaehyun. "What a coincidence."

Jungwoo slapped a bottle in the middle of their circle and challenged them all to a never-ending round of Seven Minutes in Heaven. Spin after spin, people streamed in and out of Jungwoo's closet, some victorious and others absolutely miserable. Jimin had managed to dodge a close call with Jaehyun and watched as the lip of the bottle settled on Jungwoo. "Oh I don't think you would feel comfortable in the closet down here let's go to the one upstairs." Jungwoo stood up grabbing Jimin's hand.

Jimin trips on his way up, he hoped Jungwoo didn't see that. They made upstairs and Jungwoo guided him into the room.

"Seven minutes, and seven minutes only, Jimin." Jungwoo said, jungwoo knew that his plan was working and remembered he still had to pay Jaehyun and the boys for what they did to Jimin.

"I know the rules," he continues when he doesn't say anything at all. "I mean, I know we're supposed to kiss and all, but I get if you don't want to. It's okay. 'S dark in here anyway, and we can barely see each other. It's hot too, if your not comfortable then--"

"Jimin."

"We're supposed to kiss, right?" Jimin asks, voice wobbling. Fear, nerves, Jimin can't tell when the space between them--the space he can't see--is wound with tension and heat, and he can't decide which direction he should turn his head. Jungwoo reaches out again, his hand fumbling in the dark until it reaches his shoulder. "I'm supposed to kiss you."

Jungwoo began leaning forward and that's when it hit Jimin. He didn't want Jungwoo to be his first kiss. He wanted Kitten. He wanted Yoongi to be his first kiss. He wanted to be straddled on his caregiver's torso and plant kisses all over his face. Jimin leaned back and then felt something toward his lower region.

"Y-Your hand." Jungwoo shushed the boy moving his hand from his thigh up to his bulge. "N-No Kitten." Jimin tried pushing Jungwoo but he wouldn't budge. "Stand still." Jungwoo growled holding onto Jimin's hips. "K-Kitten!" Jimin shouted which earned a slap to the face. Jimin shoved Jungwoo and stormed down the stairs and out the door.

"Kitten?"

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「Park Jimin's jornal」

V is for vampire

Jiminie is a vampire sleeping in the alley

Jiminie is lost and need Kitten to find him

Hurry!