Enchanted(Yoonmin)✔

Epilogue 2

I wrote this just to say thanks to you for appreciating this work. It got more love than I expected. This will be taking place 3 years after last chapter (Epilogue).

After 3 years...

Jimin and YoonGi have bought a mansion now. To celebrate this they have organised a gathering. Jimin has worn tight pants and is standing infront of mirror shirtless. Yoongi knew time is limited but he can't resist his omega now.

“Jimin-ah,” Yoongi says and something about his tone makes Jimin squirm in anticipation.

Refusing to look at Yoongi, Jimin moves towards wardrobe. He doesn’t know if he’s trying to distance himself from Yoongi or if he’s readying himself to close the space between them. Because hell he wants his alpha.

“Jimin-ah?” Yoongi repeats questioningly, and Jimin decides very quickly what he wants. He can no longer resist as he pushes his face into the crook of Yoongi’s neck and breathes in the heady scent that’s been tempting him. yoongi came back today from a week long business trip today. That's the longest duration of separation since the day they married.

“Hyung,” Jimin whines. He wants yoongi now. Yoongi steps forward and holds him closer.

Jimin feels overwhelmed. This has been what he’s wanted for a week. He takes greedy inhales of his scent and lets his hands trace the skin of Yoongi’s biceps as he feels himself getting loose and wet.

“Yoongi,” he breathes into the alpha’s neck. He knows he must sound needy, and Yoongi’s grip on his waist tightens.

“Wait, wait, baby. We have guests coming today.” Yoongi growls when Jimin’s hands start eagerly exploring other territory underneath the hem of Yoongi’s muscle tee.

Jimin forces himself to stop even though he’s breathing hard. He swallows nervously before he pulls back from where he’s been mouthing at Yoongi’s throat. His lips feel swollen and Yoongi stares down at them for a second before making eye contact.

“Are you sure you want to do this? It’s not like we have time now. I don’t want to rush anything. I won't be slow now.” Yoongi says, and Jimin whimpers, baring his throat a little.

“Hyung, please don’t make me wait. I can’t—” Jimin fists Yoongi’s shirt. “I need—”

Yoongi growls and is on top of him in an instant, pressing down on his neck with his teeth but not hard enough to break skin. It’s enough to make Jimin crazy.

“You have to be quite honey. Don't want Haneul barging in to help screaming mom. ” Yoongi’s breath is hot on his throat, and Jimin squirms more beneath him. He feels so wet his pants are starting to feel sticky and uncomfortable as his cock stiffens inside them.

“Hyung,” Jimin whines again, lifting his hips to try and get some friction against Yoongi’s. “Kiss me. Touch me, please.”

Yoongi finally drags his lips up to the corner of his jaw before he leans down to slot their lips together. Jimin is now trying to rip yoongi's perfectly buttoned shirt apart.

“I like this shirt, Jimin-ah,” Yoongi says, but he’s laughing.

“O-oh, I’m sorry,” Jimin says and it sounds anything but sincere as he sits up to trace the exposed skin as he is successful in ripping if off of yoongi. Yoongi’s chest is rising and falling rapidly, and Jimin can tell he’s just as impatient as he is.

Yoongi catches his wrist, and Jimin parts his lips in surprise before he looks up at Yoongi just as he leans in to reclaim his lips. Yoongi’s hands are slightly cold when they come up his back, but they warm up as they explore his bare skin.