Spicy Bangtan || Ot7

Yoonjin|Only Angel pt3

Jimin said Yoongi’s gonna be obvious, but the messenger doesn’t care. He just needs Seokjin to notice either way. So the demon strides over to the conference room (seriously, he thought Hell was going to be all hellfire and suffering, not filled with meetings at dawn and company gossip by lunchtime) in his tight-fitting slacks and flowy white blouse with a wide v-neck. He’s going to give out important details today for their attack on Heaven and the demon wants all of Seokjin’s attention. Mostly on his ass and the pretty makeup Jimin put on him. His efficiency at his job too, Yoongi supposes, but mostly really on his ass.

During his presentation of Heaven’s interiors and the date of the attack, Yoongi would stand with his weight on one leg, effectively accentuating his hip and bum. He also took every opportunity to bend down to get new rolls of the blueprints from under the long table, even though it looks tiring and unnecessary to do. His efforts seem to pay off after his presentation when see notices Seokjin’s eyes never leaving him, even when other members of the board were already asking Yoongi questions about his information and opinions on the plan.

Yoongi stands next to Seokjin, situated at the other end of the table, while other demons, mostly generals, gave their input and presentations. The tension in the devil’s body is rolling off him in waves and Yoongi has to bite his lip in order not to snicker. He bends a little to whisper in Seokjin’s ear, “How’d I do, sir?”

“Good, as usual.”

“Is that all?” Yoongi asks with exaggerated brattiness. He’s almost kissing the devil’s ear.

Seokjin tsks quietly before answering, “We’re in a middle of a meeting, Yoongi. I need to focus, so stop asking me irrelevant questions.”

“Oh, right. Of course. You’re the boss after all. Demon boss,” Yoongi hums. “Boss daddy.”

His quiet giggling ceases immediately as a palm lands on his ass. The crack reverberated around the room, which made everyone look in the direction of the two. Thankfully, Seokjin’s hand was already back on the table. He waved it and said, “Ah, excuse me. There was a mosquito.” The other demons let out oh s and ah s before the presentation picks up again and everybody focuses on Namjoon, the defense general, talking about how many soldiers would be needed for the attack.

Yoongi spends the rest of the meeting rubbing his spanked asscheek and contemplating when it would be the most rewarding time to call Seokjin “boss daddy” again.

The team finalizes their plans and decisions before they file out of the conference room, Seokjin and Yoongi staying behind. Apparently, according to Jimin, the whole building knows of whatever flirting the two are up to and Yoongi’s surprised to see that they don’t really care. A lot of them are even amused. Namjoon and Hoseok, the secretary general, actually like to see Yoongi make Seokjin frustrated when they’re in meetings with the board or infatuated when the devil comes to meet with them after work a.k.a right after Yoongi reports to his office.

“What the fuck was that?” Seokjin asks, or demands, to be more accurate, as soon as the door shuts.

“What was what?” Yoongi hums as he looks down at the devil still on his chair, acting oblivious. Seokjin already got rid of his horns, something he now always does whenever it’s just the two of them. “Did you know that mosquitoes don’t actually exist in Hell?” his tone like that of an educational video narrator.

“I can make them exist in Hell,” Seokjin replies. He even smirks, obviously pleased with his rebuttal. Yoongi knits his eyebrows at the answer.

“Ehh, Seokjin! I’ll get bit and my skin will get all red,” he whines out, not caring how shameless he’s being.

“Oh, how red?” the devil’s tone drips with interest. He finally stands and eyes the skin exposed by Yoongi’s shirt. “I’d like to see that.”

Yoongi sees the taller man lean down a little, obviously going for a kiss, and he does something uncharacteristic of him. He pulls back.

When Seokjin’s confused eyes look back at him, he gives him a coy look instead. “Ah, I need to go meet up with Jimin now. We’re going out with some of his trainees, Taehyung and Jungkook. They’re the really cute ones.”

He moves away from Seokjin’s space, ready to flaunt out of the conference room to leave him hanging. But Seokjin’s hand was quicker as he grabs onto Yoongi’s waist and pulls him back towards his chest. “You’re really going to just leave me like that, Yoongi?” Seokjin pouts, his tone whiny. Now that’s just unfair, he’s using my tactics now , Yoongi thinks as he considers his options.

Seokjin’s tail is rubbing along the outside of his thighs now and Yoongi chuckles. He hasn’t realized until that moment that Seokjin gets as desperate as he does. It reassures him that the feeling is mutual. That’s what makes him decide to stand on his tiptoes to land a short peck on Seokjin’s pouty lips. The devil chased for more, but Yoongi wriggled in his hold. When Seokjin continued to whine like a kicked puppy for more kisses, the messenger flapped his wings wildly which made the other finally let go of him.

“Have fun with Jimin and his cute trainees, Yoongi,” Seokjin says solemnly, but the mirth in his eyes gives him away even through his pretend wiping away of tears.

“Oh, I will,” he says as he walks towards the door. Yoongi turns his head back to Seokjin to blow a kiss and add, “boss daddy.”

He hears Seokjin squawk a little as he quickly shuts the door to the conference room, giggling at all the possibilities of the nickname. Wearing today’s outfit and going the extra mile at making Seokjin frustrated and desperate in public has definitely paid off if the sting on his ass is anything to go by.

"Yep, worth it"