Hello, Hello (Tell Me What You Want Right Now)

Yoonmin II

There's a knock on Yoongi's studio door and he growls under his breath. "What?" he snaps and the other person takes that as an incentive to open the door. Yoongi's about to whip around and give the person a piece of his mind when he catches Jimin's sweet berry scent and the smell of hot ramen. He swivels his chair around, mouth watering for food and for his precious Omega.

Jimin smiles sheepishly at him, holding up the cups of ramen like a peace offering. "Jin-hyung told me you'd been here for awhile. I figured you'd probably forgotten to eat again."

Yoongi reaches for the ramen, which Jimin hands over happily. He moves to sit on the couch in the corner, but Yoongi makes a noise of protest. He turns back and Yoongi has his arms open, chopsticks in one hand and ramen in the other, offering his lap to the Omega. He giggles, "I can't sit on your lap while you're eating!"

"Who says?" Yoongi counters, gripping Jimin around the waist and pulling him down anyway. Jimin squeals, trying to not let his own ramen fall. When he settles, sideways in Yoongi's lap with his legs tossed over the arm of the chair, he's met with the Alpha's gummy smile. He smiles back before promptly shoving his mouth full of noodles. Yoongi follows suit.

They eat, and Yoongi talks about the song he's working on, how it's driving him a little crazy, how it doesn't sound quite right yet. In turn, Jimin tells him about his day, about dance practice and about goofing around with the maknae line. When they finish the cups of ramen, Yoongi sets their trash on his desk and hugs Jimin around his waist, burying his face into his neck to inhale Jimin's scent, sweet berries with a slight tart edge. He's obsessed with it, wants it in his nose, filling his head, at all times.

Jimin coos, wrapping his arms around Yoongi's neck to hold him close. He buries his face into Yoongi's soft hair, inhaling sandalwood with and undercurrent of baked pastries. It's an odd combination, but fits Yoongi so well. Jin once joked that when they're together they smell like pie. He'd be offended, if he didn't like the way they smell together as much as he does.

"This is what I needed." Yoongi says, breath fanning across Jimin's skin and making him shiver.

"Hm?" he asks, wanting Yoongi to elaborate.

Yoongi noses up a little higher, trailing his lips right over the biggest scent gland under Jimin's jaw. Jimin shudders, skin sensitive, as Yoongi licks at it like he can lap up his scent with his tongue. "My beautiful Omega, here to inspire me with his intoxicating smell and dazzling looks." Jimin blushes, pink dusting across his cheeks.

"Alpha," he whines, embarrassed.

Yoongi growls playfully. "None of that. You know how gorgeous you are." He tips Jimin's head to the other side to give it the same treatment. Jimin moans under his ministrations, nerves lighting up all over his body. Scenting isn't inherently sexual, but it's hard for it not to be when it's Yoongi doing it. Jimin brings up one hand to cup Yoongi's jaw, simultaneously hold him closer and rubbing the gland there with his thumb, releasing more of Yoongi's scent into the air. Yoongi moans, panting into his neck.

Just as Jimin is about to start grinding his hips down, there's a loud banging on the door, making Jimin jump and Yoongi growl into his neck. "Aish, knock it off you two! You're stinking up the whole building!" It's Namjoon, and he sounds annoyed.

Yoongi growls loud enough to hear through the door, and it's completely possessive and protective. Jimin feels it in his bones and he whines, curling closer in Yoongi's lap.

"Yah, none of that, Yoongi-ssi. I'll come in there and pull him off you myself."

And then Jimin does something that surprises everyone, if the silence that follows is anything to go by. He growls deep in his chest, alarmingly rough and loud for an Omega. Yoongi pulls away, concerned, to see Jimin baring his teeth, hands clenching in Yoongi's jacket like Yoongi would ever push him away. "Mine," he says, eyes flashing. Yoongi is genuinely worried Jimin might bite Namjoon if he tries to enter the room.

"Christ," Namjoon sighs after a beat of quiet. "Fine, fuck it. Just air the place out when you're done, yeah?" And he leaves.

Yoongi is about to break the silence when Jimin suddenly moves, shifting to straddle Yoongi's lap and shove his face into the elder's neck. Yoongi makes a noise of surprise and then Jimin's attacking the scent gland he had been thumbing at before, sucking on it hard and making hormones rush through Yoongi's entire goddamn body. "Fuck," he groans but Jimin doesn't let up. Good thing they aren't doing any shoots soon, the makeup-noonas would have fit over the hickey Jimin is no doubt leaving. He'll be wearing scarves for a week. Or more.

Jimin starts grinding their hips together, cocks trapped between too many layers. But, in this moment, they're too impatient and in too public of a place to do anything about it. Yoongi grips at Jimin's hips to steady him, as well as himself if he's honest. His head is spinning from the pheromones Jimin is putting off as well as the hormones zipping through his own veins. Jimin finally pulls off, growling again. It's so foreign, but so hot, Yoongi fucking loves it. "My Alpha. Mine." He stresses, looking Yoongi in the eye with blown out pupils and a flush sitting high on his cheeks.

"Yours," Yoongi affirms, cupping Jimin's cheek with one hand. He pulls him down for a kiss that starts out surprisingly sweet before quickly turning heated. Their teeth clash as Jimin tries to actually climb inside of him, hips dragging sinfully together. Yoongi slides his hand under Jimin's oversized sweatshirt, trailing up his stomach and chest before pinching his nipple, just shy of too hard.

Jimin mewls and it's almost a scream, and he's cumming between them, spurting hot into his boxers and panting into Yoongi's mouth. The sweet moans he makes, the heat he's putting off, is enough to send Yoongi tumbling over the edge, cumming hard into his own pants, incredibly intense for what little they did. Jimin collapses against him, panting hard into his neck. Yoongi wraps his arms loosely around Jimin's back, resting his temple against the top of Jimin's head as they catch their breath.

After an amiable silence, Yoongi tightens his arms and Jimin perks up a little, waking up from his doze. "Can I put that growl in a song?" He asks seriously.

"Hyung!" Jimin protests, squirming in his lap.

"It's actually the hottest thing I've ever heard and I want to listen to it always." Jimin laughs and it's enough to make Yoongi smile, rocking his Omega side to side to make him squeal. "C'mon," He says, patting at Jimin's thigh. "Let's go get cleaned up and I'll take you out for real food."

Jimin pulls back, pouting. "You didn't like my ramen?"

Yoongi coos, pinching at Jimin's plush cheek. "Of course I did, baby, but after your little stunt there I'm hungry again."

"My stunt? You started it by molesting my neck!"

Yoongi scoffs. "Let's agree to just blame Namjoon, yeah?"

Jimin hums in acceptance, climbing off of Yoongi's lap with still shaky legs. They make their way to the little bathroom down the hall where Yoongi locks the door and lifts Jimin up onto the sink. He opens Jimin's pants and cleans him carefully with some wet paper towels. Jimin whines about the cold, but Yoongi just shushes him. After he buttons Jimin back up and kisses his nose, he tends to his own mess.

As he's finishing up they hear voices outside the door, and it's Namjoon and Jin. Jin must have come to haul Namjoon out of the studio. "What's that smell?" he asks, voice muffled through the bathroom door. "Did someone bring pie in? Can I have some?" They hear Namjoon gag a little and Jin says "What? I want pie!" And Jimin is laughing so hard he almost falls off the sink.

Inspiration for Jimin's growl <3: