BTS ONESHOTS - b X b

My World (Sugamon)

Namjoon giggles, his cute dimples adorning his face. Hoseok laughs with him, patting his back. "It's good to see you, Namjoon. It's been too long," Namjoon nods. He moves closer, ready to hug his best friend, who opens his arms. They were both more than ready to share a hug. A cold hand wraps around Namjoon's arm though, pulling him into a chest before he recognizes the scent of familiar cologne.

"I'm sorry, but we really must be going," he says, his voice rough and low. Namjoon knew that what the future held for him wasn't that good, but he couldn't help but let his heart bloom in warmth when he feels arms wrapped steadily around him. He smiles, closing his eyes and leaning against the warm body of his boyfriend. God, how he loved him.

His boyfriend liked pretending that he doesn't care, but Namjoon knew that is was untrue. He managed to smuggle himself into the elder's heart.

The drive was silent, and his eyes were harshly pointed at the road. Namjoon didn't care. As hard as his boyfriend's glare was, his hand was still lovingly gripping on his thigh. Namjoon places his hand in his, letting out a small "Yoongi,"

Yoongi holds his hand but doesn't reply. He just keeps his gaze on the road and his left hand tightly on the steering wheel. Yoongi stayed silent. Namjoon didn't care. He knew he was in trouble, but what could Yoongi do? The most he would do was not spoon him when they would sleep.

Maybe he would fork him. He didn't know. And he didn't really care either. He knew Yoongi loves him. "Yoongi, please pull over," he says, his voice quiet but confident. Yoongi briefly glances at him, before sighing and flicking his blinker on. They turn left, and Yoongi pulls up in a parking lot. Namjoon smiles. He unbuckles himself and moves onto Yoongi's lap. He just leans on the older's chest, listening to the rhythmic beats. Namjoon stays there, taking note on how Yoongi's heartbeat accelerated when he kissed his shoulder. "You should let me touch-"

Yoongi presses a finger against Namjoon's plump lips. "You should be quiet or your punishment will be worse," he warns, his tone cold but his eyes warm.  "But please, I was good," he whines. "I didn't do anything, I don't deserve punishment," he puts on his pouty lips. "But what I do deserve," he says, slowly trailing his finger down Yoongi's torso. "Is your di-"

"Namjoon," Namjoon stops. "I was going to punish you for being so close to Hoseok," he says, cupping Namjoon's face and tucking a strand of hair behind his ear. "But now I just want to go home," Namjoon smiles. He successfully got himself out of a punishment. Namjoon situates himself back in his seat, buckling and eagerly holding onto Yoongi's cold hand. His hands were much bigger than his, but he didn't care.

He loves Yoongi.

Yoongi pulls out of the parking lot, driving right home. Namjoon walks up the driveway, waiting for his much more lazy boyfriend. Yoongi comes behind him, just leaning against him. Namjoon turns around so he's not having Yoongi leaning in his back, and wraps his arms around him. "I love you, Yoongi,"

A smile graces Yoongi's lips. "I love you too, Namjoonie, now come on, it's getting cold."

Namjoon slips off his shoes, heading to the kitchen. He opens the refrigerator, grabbing a juice box before closing the metallic door. When he turns around, Yoongi is there. He nearly jumps. "Ah! Yoongi, you can't do that! It scares me," Yoongi just looks at him. Namjoon uncomfortably stabs the straw through the opening, taking a sip. "Yoongi?" He was about to wave his hand in front of his face when Yoongi steps closer, grabbing his face. "Do you know why I got so upset when he almost hugged you?" He asks, gentle and soft.

"No, why?"

"Because then he would be holding my whole world, and that's not fair."

Yoongi kisses him. "Because you're mine."