lonely || yoonmin

18

[nsfw warning for like the entire chapter lmao + not smut]

yuta almost screamed, subconsciously buckling his pants up at the same time. "who- who are you?" he whisper yelled.

"his 'boyfriend,'" yoongi panted, making quotation gestures while smugly grinning.

yuta's jaw dropped.

"don't worry, it was a joke."

yuta visibly relaxed, however the concern was still very evident on his face. "well, uh... what happened to you?" he asked.

"don't worry, yuta," yoongi said, holding his side, still panting. "i can take jimin home."

yuta frowned for a second before stepping out of the vehicle. he shook his head and found himself walking away without willing himself to do so. but he didn't question it any further. he didn't question it because he knew he was supposed to be walking away, and he was happy with it.

yoongi snapped, the car revved up, and he was suddenly in the drivers seat, speeding away to jimin's apartment. yes, maybe he could've just snapped and they'd have appeared right at his place there and then, but yoongi didn't want to overly confuse any of the bystanders— plus, he was exhausted.

soon after arriving, yoongi snapped the two of them inside jimin's apartment, jimin now laying on his couch and yoongi collapsing to the floor.

he rolled over to his back and took a deep breath, massaging his wound. yoongi winced, rubbing a hand down his face. he never slept, but maybe it was time to just... take a little nap...

————

"oh, my god! yoongi, get up! please, please, please wake up!" jimin screeched frantically. he pushed and pulled yoongi, trying to shake him awake.

it wasn't right! demons were not supposed to sleep, so jimin had every right to be panicking. but suddenly, yoongi's eyes fluttered open and a smug grin spread across his face.

"good morning, mr park."

jimin's eyes widened. "that's all you have to fucking say to me?" he shrieked. "i thought you were dead!"

yoongi chuckled woozily, "it's all jokes! aren't i hilarious? i must be such a pleasure to be around."

"yoongi...?"

"that battle was so funny. i almost died! it was crazy!" he sat up, waving his arms around as he made gestures to relive the fight.

"uhm... yoongi..." jimin furrowed his eyebrows. it was like some thirteen year old medieval boy possessed him.

"oh! and i think i came for the first time! it was incredibly satisfactory! i never knew!"

"yoongi!"

"yes, jimin?"

jimin sighed, "are you okay? you- you're all fucked up!"

"now, jimin, you know i don't like swearing," yoongi slurred, rolling his eyes. he snapped his fingers in attempt to teleport to the sofa, but instead he was met with excruciating pain. he doubled over, groaning.

"damn it, yoongi." jimin shook his head, hauling the broken demon to the bathroom.

"ooh, this is great fun. i've never been dragged before."

jimin rolled his eyes, plopping yoongi in the bathtub. "i'm going to wash you and clean you up," he explained. "while i'm doing it, can you please explain what happened out there? and- and where tae is?"

yoongi crossed his arms and looked away. "i don't want to speak about it."

"yoongi, i need to know!" jimin spoke, exasperated.

"well, fine," yoongi sighed. "i'm just going to take off my clothes first."

it took a minute of awkward stretching and pulling, but yoongi finally got all his clothes off. and when jimin saw the mess in yoongi's pants, he almost gagged. yoongi really did cum. that's... gross, jimin thought. his cum glowed. was that a demon or celestial being thing? ew.

"what's gross?" yoongi asked tilting his head.

"uhhh, just the fact that i haven't showered in like three days!" jimin lied.

"oh, okay! well, if you'd really like to know: anubis, hel, and hades were defeated," yoongi said as jimin started his bath, "but it was a very tough battle. i got very injured and taehyung didn't make it back!"

jimin stopped dead in his tracks. "he didn't...?"

"well, from what i saw. i left as soon as i could."

jimin felt a pang of relief wash over him. good, taehyung's (probably) okay. jimin could live with that. he could wait a little longer until taehyung got back... if he did get back. jimin sighed, turning off the water and pouring bubbles into the bath.

"is this what you humans call a bubble bath?" yoongi asked, waving his hands around the water. "this is spectacular! when i go back to hell, i must show the others."

jimin sighed, ignoring the malfunctioning demon. "just- take your bath and, uhm, clean yourself, okay?"

yoongi fake saluted, and started to slather the soap up his arms as jimin zoomed away. he couldn't help but notice yoongi's size... he didn't want to look, but he definitely did steal a few glances whilst he was in the bathroom.

"your thoughts are very dirty, jimin!" yoongi snickered from the bathroom. jimin combed his fingers through his hair, sighing one more time.

what messed yoongi up so bad? and- and what happened to taehyung?

before jimin could worry himself any further, a battered and bruised, glowing being appeared before him. and then, the glowing began to fade.

"fuck- taehyung!" jimin rushed to the angel's side, shaking the boy. "are you okay? please, answer me, please!"

taehyung's eyes blew open. he giggled, "hey, jiminie! wow, is that blood?" he said, looking down at the open wound on his forearm. "i guess it is! hey, minie, can i hold your hand?"

jimin felt exasperated. how did they get messed up so bad? is it a celestial thing— when they get all fucked up they act like idiots? he didn't know what to do.

taehyung grabbed jimin's hand and began to plant kisses all around his wrist. "ah, you're my soulmate jimin. but just between you and me? i think i'm in love with hobi! haha!"

"tae...?" jimin averted his gaze, seemingly uncomfortable.

"yes! i wanna make little nephilim babies with him! and make love and give him kisses! i wanna cuddle him all the time! but don't tell him i told you this!" taehyung giggled, lazily pointing his finger at jimin and poking him in the chest.

"i- i won't..."

and then, a naked yoongi emerged from the bathroom.