Trophy Husband ✅ (JinxRap Line) | By Dew

2- Yoonjin

Seokjin's outfit

Yoongi worked silently in his studio, the periodic ticking of the clock and whisper of brush against his canvas the only music. Not a single breeze flowed from the door opening behind him but Yoongi still smiled, feeling more than hearing the silent steps.

"You should be asleep", he whispered, putting the brush down. Hands smoothed down his chest, a warm body engulfing him from behind.

"Namjoon and Hoseok will come back late", Seokjin's pout could be heard in his words and Yoongi smiled wider, "the bed is too big."

"You could have called me", Yoongi looked down, at the bare and soft skin of Seokjin's soft feet pressed against the harsh, unyielding marble, "the night is cold."

"Hmm", Seokjin's chest rumbled against Yoongi's arm, breath warm and sweet, "Nice painting. Am I as pretty as your art?"

With that the arms left Yoongi's body, prompting him to turn around. Blue, the same shade as the one his brush had bled on the canvas, covered the brown body he knew so well. Moonlight seemed to bounce back from the smooth skin, creating a glow brighter than any star.

"You're prettier than any art."

The man smirked, lips so tempting Yoongi questioned why he wasn't kissing them, "Lovely, but considering how much attention you have given this painting today, I don't trust your sugar coated words."

"My attention is all yours, you can ask for it anytime", Yoongi leaned his body forward, pressing his soft lips against the bob of Seokjin's throat. He felt the soft sigh under his skin.

"But that's the issue", his hair was grasped in a harsh grip but Seokjin didn't move his head, let Yoongi take a random spiralling path across his neck, "I should not have to ask for it."

"I'm sorry", the younger gasped against the skin he had just bitten. Seokjin yanked his hair harder, "I'm sorry, Jin hyung."

The night air settled coldly on Yoongi's shoulders but the heat of Seokjin's skin warmed his body. He dragged his lips to the crystals adoring the pale ear, sucking on the cold jewels. Seokjin shivered, kissing Yoongi's jaw, cheek, whatever his mouth could seek.

"Forgive me, Hyung", Yoongi whispered again, lips against Seokjin's cheek, bodies plastered together. The coldness came back to bite his skin when Seokjin pushed them away.

"Later", and he got up, leaving Yoongi wide eyed and just a little drunk on the taste of his body, "Get back to your painting."

Yoongi followed the command at once, straining his ears to hear Seokjin's movement. The soft steps walked out the room only to return moments later. Seokjin came to stand behind his husband, placing something metallic on the marbled floor.

"My dear husband", the whisper landed in his ear and Yoongi watched as Seokjin extended his arm forward, paint-covered fingers hovering just inches away from the blue canvas, "Shall I ruin it as a punishment for your neglect?"