sunshine • myg + jhs

11

"hobi it's green!"
he goes pale.
"you don't like it?"
"no, oh no no. precious boy. all worried." i tassle his hair and look back in the mirror.
"i absolutely love it!"
"mint suits you."
he comes closer, and i look at him in the reflective glass that is displayed in front of me.
"pastel matches your personality."
he brushes my messy, damp hair away from my forehead, then turns me to face him.
his hands rest in the small of my back and i can feel how slender they are.
how prettily made they are.
"you're pastel as a person. so caring. and cute. and small."
his words make me nervous.
maybe the voice.
maybe the eyes.
maybe the fact that he's a big, tall, sexy, man.
"and i absolutely love green, especially when it frames your pretty little face, min yoongi."
i look away.
i can't look at him while he compliments me.
"you're extremely intimidating." i say, straining to keep my voice from cracking
he chuckles, his eyes lock in on my lips for a few seconds before he looks back to my eyes.
his fingers slip easily into my back dimples before he pulls me closer to him.
i used to hate my dimples.
i've always felt that they were too feminine.
but right now they're my favorite thing to ever exist on my body.
i shiver, thinking of all he could do with the fingers that rest on my back.
"make you nervous?" he breathes.
"not really," i squeak, looking down.
the butterflies in my stomach have migrated to my throat apparently.
he lifts my chin so our eyes meet.
"may i kiss you, min yoongi?"
i gulp, nodding yes.
his lips meet mine quickly.
he tastes like candy, and i can't get enough.
if anything, i want more.
he grips onto my waist and pulls me closer.
soon, my back is pressed against the sink.
my hands tangle in his hair as our lips lock together hungrily.
he clasps my bottom lip between his teeth, tugging at it lightly before making his way to my neck.
his name leaves my mouth in a sigh as he bites down just enough to induce pleasure.
that only eggs him on more.
"say it again. my name sounds angelic when rolling from your tongue," his voice is raspy and quiet and so so tempting.
i just want to touch him.
everywhere.
he pushes his hips forward, our bodies pressed together, almost air tight.
i feel his buldge press against mine and it sends shock waves through my body.
i breathe out his name again, as he'd asked me to do.
"i need you, yoongi." he says, both of us a bit short of breath.
"then have me, please."
he kisses me again, opening the door leading to my bedroom.
we stumble over to my bed and he lies me gently on my back.
his knee wedges its way between my thighs and i gasp at the feeling, giving him the perfect opportunity to slip his tongue between my lips.
his body grinds against mine and i hear him groan lowly.
he sits up and unbuttons his shirt, i take mine off as well.
he eyes me, hungrily.
and i'm suddenly aware of all the tattoos that wouldn't make sense if you weren't me.
he leans back down, unable to control himself long enough to get his shirt off completely.
i slide it over his shoulders, taking in how his bones curved into his body.
i fling the white cloth over somewhere that i don't pay attention to, then he pulls away slightly and looks me in the eyes.
"you want to, right?"
"yes, yes hoseok i do,"
he smirks and sits up straight.
his eyes roam my body again, and i can't help but to press my hips up a bit.
"patients, sweetheart." he taunts, "i'm just taking in the view."
"touch me, hoseok, please." i beg quietly.
his thumbs slip slowly over the front of my torso, his fingers, down my back.
i press my hips up slowly.
i need more.
his fingers finally meet right above the hem of my pants.
he slowly undoes my buttons, and lowers my zipper.
"hoseok," i sigh.
he finally gives in and removes the remainder of the tight black jeans from my legs.
my clothed erection, begging him for attention.
his lips connect with mine again as he undoes his pants between our bodies.
he sits up once more to remove the leather from his long legs, then comes back to kiss me again.
his lips lead down my neck and to my chest.
my eyes are shut gracefully as i start to intertwine my fingers into his thick hair.
they jolt open, though when i hear my door click.
hoseok quickly removes himself from me as the door flies open.
"hey i'm home and i got- OH FUCK!"
he slams the door back and starts shouting apologies from the other side.
"i'm so sorry! if i would have had a headsup i would have gone to kookie's! hi hoseok, i'm jimin! you have very nice legs! and i like your tattoo!"
i'm a bit upset we didn't get where we were going, but i'm not mad.
normally i would be.
but i'm not.
i'm howling.
as is hobi.
"don't laugh at me! it's yoongi-nim's fault!"
we laugh harder.
jimin blows a breath and angry footsteps lead away from the door.
we laugh a bit longer and steady our breathing, the moment long gone by the time we're through.
he stands and cracks his back.
"careful!" i scold, "you're really going to hurt yourself one day,"
he chuckles and tosses me his shirt.
"i have clothe-"
"would you wear it for me, love?"
he kisses my forehead and pulls his pants back on, pulling my shirt over his head.
i dont bother with pants.
the shirt is rather big on me.
and i live with jimin.
he's seen me pantsless before.
we step out of my room and make our way to the living room where jimin sits on the phone; with his boyfriend i assume.
"jimin-ah?" i say.
he turns towards us, red faced.
but stands anyway, bowing to greet hoseok.
"hello hyung, i'm jimin."
hoseok bows as well.
"i've heard a lot about you," he smiles.
"as have i. and again i apologize. if i had known-" jimin begins, but hobi cuts him off.
"don't apologize it's our fault. i didn't lock the door. and hyung didn't tell you i was over."
"yeah jimin really, don't worry about it, you're fine. it was just kinda funny the way you screamed." i say pulling him into a hug and ruffling his hair.
"it startled me a bit! i haven't seen you in a sexual situation in like... five years. now that we're this close it's like if i were to see Ji Hyun like that. just weird!"
hobi and i laugh again.
"i know, i know. how about i bake some brownies to make up for it, hm?"
"okay. and jungkook is on his way, over. and you aren't allowed to get mad."
i roll my eyes.
it's an old hatred.
but still an apparent one.
"what do you mean? i'm ecstatic." i say.
i go into the kitchen and begin to make the food, hoseok following.
"he's very cute. a sweet little boy. i can tell that he's-"
"i know all that he is. he's my best friend. you don't have to observe him for me. trust that fact."