Jinmin SF|OS

마흔여덟

Banter Relief
"The S in Seokjin stands for Spice— and Sexy."

"Hey you," Seokjin called out, one hand on his hip and another holding a sock by the tip of his fingers, "am I not good enough for you?"

Jimin exploded with laughter, water shooting out of his nostrils and becoming a coughing mess, eyes becoming teary, "w-wh—at?! What a-are you talking about?!"

"I found this sock underneath your side of the bed! And I obviously couldn't find the pair so I know what you've done to this. You could at least tell me if I wasn't getting you off right!" Seokjin shouted, ears turning red and neck vein close to popping.

The raven on the other hand rolled off of his seat and laughed even harder, a hand holding his abdomen as his face crinkled, "I— it's not— I don't use it!"

"What else can you use with a sock, Jimin! A single sock! No pair! Just this dusty, musty sock!"

"What if I lost it? People lose socks all the time, you would know since you do the laundry." Jimin explained, standing up and wiping the mess he made on the table.

Seokjin gasped in the most offended way he could, "I don't particularly volunteer to wash the clothes, you leave them around. Like a shedding snake."

"Anyways, just tell me if you use this sock to jack off." The blonde added on, rolling his eyes.

"And what if I do?" Jimin asked, a sly smirk on his lips.

"Then that's unfair, because I like to believe that I'm pretty good in bed. I mean sometimes you even come first, right? So that must mean I'm amazing and we don't have problems in the bedroom." Seokjin answered, lightly shaking the sock he held in his hand.

Jimin walked over to his lover and took the sock, chucked it in the dustbin and held Seokjin by his waist, "angel, you're pretty darn good in bed. What if you're so good that I just keep wanting more? But I'm afraid that your old man body won't be able to take my youthful energy so I keep it to myself whenever I have a boner and use the sock?"

"First of all, you're an asshole, I'm still pretty youthful— I can take it. And secondly, you compare my ass to a sock? This is the most offending thing I've ever heard, I should be throwing dishes at you right now and cancelling the wedding!" Seokjin exclaimed, lightly hitting the raven's chest which made him chuckle.

"I think this is how serious our fights will get from now on, I enjoy it."

"But did you really use it?"

Jimin saw how serious Seokjin's eyes was and he couldn't help to tease the older male. Opening his mouth to answer, "will you be mad if I truly, from the bottom of my heart, said yes?"

"Probably? I'm being compared to a sock!"

The raven spent a good minute laughing before pacifying his lover with a quick kiss, "no I don't use it, I save my energy for bed."

Now it was Seokjin's turn to laugh, "two rounds is all it takes for you to tire out? Save energy my ass."

Jimin's eyes widen at the comment, "like I said, I'm being considerate! You're barely conscious after the second round!"

"Maybe because I was bored to death." The blonde jabbed at his lover, a playful glint in his eyes.

"Oh— I see how it is. You're bantering with me right now, aren't you? Pulling my leg? Because you want something?" Jimin asked as he connected the dots in his head, raising a brow.

He's seen and experienced all this before, Seokjin irritating the living hell out of his loving boyfriend just to get what he wants. Persuading, coaxing, and provoking, the blonde always tried to get under Jimin's skin— or you know, maybe his lover just wanted to do plain childish banter. Whenever they've separated for long periods of time, the elder was prone to lashing out childishly and seeking attention (mostly because his subordinates don't react the same way to his jokes).