soft boy | y.min [DISCONTINUED]

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☆[smut warning later on]☆•

"Oh shit, shit, shit!"

Jimin totally forgot what day it was.

He looked over at the clock to find out he had 20 minutes before Yoongis private jet arrived and Jimin hasn't even brushed his teeth not to mention, got out of bed. Angel glared at him from the corner of the room, almost as if she knew what Jimin was thinking.

He quickly jumped out of bed and- "fuck where is the toothpaste? Holy shit, did I forget to buy it, again?" Jimin groaned and just pulled out some Listerine from the cabinet, swishing it in his mouth as fast as he could.

In a whopping 10 minutes Jimin managed to get dressed, put some makeup on and feed Angel before running out of the apartment. He hummed as he reversed out of the apartment buildings parking lot and drove off to pick up his soon-to-be husband.

5 minutes till the plane supposedly arrives and google maps was telling him it was gonna take twenty.

Not if you're gay and panicked!

Jimin drove like a mad man and just barely made it on time to the terminal. Was he even at the right airport? In a quick daze he looked over and saw a plane arriving to the private runway. No- now's not the time to think of Americas next top model, Jimin.

He quickly informed the desk employee about the private jet, of course it required his credentials which were right in his po- oh. Oh fuck. Oh fuck.

"Aha- must've uhm, left them in my bag." Jimin stuttered out to the uninterested worker.

"I'm sorry sir but you're gonna have to wait here till the passengers arrive or leave." Jimin nodded and mumbled a quick, "Stuck up asshole" before going outside.

Why couldn't he just go out there? Dumb rules.

Jimin approached the crowd and just lazily waited for Yoongi to get off. Speaking of get off, Jimin hasn't done it in weeks. Yoongis busy schedule had Jimin jacking of to stock images of his own fiancé. Even though it was nice, he needed some touches pronto.

Among the crowd of people he quickly spotted a mop of platinum blond hair and felt a rush of energy, so he naturally ran. Yoongis security noticed him before the rapper did and quickly pushed him away.

"Wha-- oh my god guys this is my fiancé!" Yoongi smiled, full gums and helped Jimin up, connecting their lips in a passionate kiss. It'd been 3 months. What do you expect?

The security guards flushed in embarrassment and turned away from the rapper as Jimin and Yoongi practically groped each other in front of thousands of people.

They pulled away from each other just to smile and for a little eskimo kiss.

"Hi baby, wanna go home?" Yoongi smirked and oh-- he means go home. Jimin bit his lip and pulled Yoongi along to the sleek new Jaguar he recently bought with some saved up money.

Yoongi beamed at his husband and hugged him as tight as possible.

"I'm so happy for you! You finally saved up to buy this bitchin' ride baby!" Jimin smirked and quickly entered the vehicle with his husband in toe.

The ride home was full of obvious sexual frustration. I mean wow, you could smell it. They still exchanged pleasantries but both of them knew what was going to happen at home. Jimin pulled into the parking spot and parked as fast as he could.

"Let's hurry, I'm quite hungry." when Jimin looked at him he didn't expect to see his husband eye-fucking him, following the curve of his hips all the way to his crotch till he dragged his eyes up to Jimin's pupils.