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[ 3 years ago]

The night hadn’t gone quite the way Yoongi wanted. The men he’s seen were either sleazy as hell or just plain brutes. He knows he’s not in any position to be choosy though, given the 3 months of overdue rental he has hanging over his head.

“You can fuck me for ₩ 5 mil,” He purred in the brute’s ear, “Bet I’ll be tighter than all the boys you were grinding up against.”

The brute scoffed, “ ₩ 5 mil?! Are you joking? You know that everyone’s here for a good time and free fucks right? And you’re not that pretty, babe.”

Yoongi leaned back, face heating up. “A simple no would have sufficed. No need to be so fucking rude,” he snapped.

The brute sniggered, “Just letting you know the deal. If you’re looking to hook, maybe you should park yourself at the curb outside.”

His face burned in embarrassment. Stumbling off the bar stool, Yoongi let the crowd suck him back in as he moved through the sea of sweaty, gyrating bodies, putting as much distance as he could between him and the fucking brute.

As the night wore on, Yoongi couldn’t bring himself to try again, despite the bodies that kept grinding up against him. The brute’s words just kept coming back to mock him. Maybe he needed more liquid courage, he thought.

Shrugging off the stray pairs of wandering hands, Yoongi moved towards the bar, pulling out the last few bills from his back pocket.

“2 double tequila shots please.”

He downed them in quick succession.

“Hey kid. My boss wants to buy you a drink. You want another double?” Came a raspy voice at his ear.

Whipping his head around and taking a step away, Yoongi was met with large dark brown eyes on an angular face. His eyes traveled down the man’s body. Expensive suit.

He swallowed, gathering his courage, “Sure. Who’s your boss?”

The taller guy stayed silent. Once the drinks were in his hands, he turned around and walked away.

“Come on, he doesn’t like to be kept waiting.”

***

Entering the VIP area, Yoongi was met with three men seating at the table, two of them sprawled casually on the leather upholstery while the one at the end sat a little straighter with his legs crossed, dark piercing eyes already fixed on Yoongi.

4 other guys stood by the side.

Yoongi was nudged forward by the taller guy and he stumbled, face flushing dark again.

“Alright, I got him up here. Can Kook and I go now?” Taller guy asked.

The guy who was staring at Yoongi snorted and said, “Fine. Go,” without looking away from Yoongi for a second.

“Wait for me!!” The last guy said before they all scurried out of the room. Leaving just Yoongi, the boss, and 4 … guards.

To Yoongi, he simply patted the seat beside him and gestured with a little tilt of his head, “Come sit with me, kid. Have your drink.”

Yoongi’s mind was going a mile a minute. There was something in the man’s voice, smooth yet firm, imposing and almost deceptively sweet. He’s clearly rich and fucking hot. Yoongi really likes the tattoos running up his neck.

But a guy like that probably wouldn’t need to pay to fuck anyone. He sighed internally… well. But this guy is obviously the hottest and richest of everyone that he’s met tonight. Yoongi’s already been indirectly called a prostitute, not like he can sink any lower. He might as well try to see if he can get some money out of it.

“If you’re not interested, you are free to turn around and walk back down. I’m not in the habit of wasting my time.” The man said coolly, seemingly displeased with Yoongi’s lack of movement. Yoongi remembers the taller guy’s words, “He doesn’t like to be kept waiting.”

Yoongi gulped before scrambling forward, settling down on the edge of the seat beside the man. “Sorry, Sir. I — I was thinking about something else.” He mumbled, gaze glued to the table.

“Drink.” He said, pushing the glass towards Yoongi.

Yoongi downed it, feeling the smooth burn down his throat and the heat pooling in his belly, firing up his courage. He licked his lips. He can do this.

Turning to the man, he held his gaze and said, “Thanks for the drink. You wanna fuck me?”

The man’s eyebrows shot up, clearly surprised at the sudden boldness, although a tiny, dangerous smirk soon pulled at his lips.

“Predatory. I’m going to die.” Yoongi thought silently.

“I don’t know. Are you any good?” the man asked, a glint in his eyes.

Yoongi swallowed. “Bet I’ll be the tightest you’ll ever have.”

The man’s gaze darkened, sweeping down from Yoongi's face, his throat, the damp shirt that was sticking to his skin, landing on his lap. “I won’t be so sure about that, kid,” He murmured, “I’ve had a lot of tight asses.”

Yoongi pouted unconsciously, unsure how to respond, causing the man to smile almost softly before it was wiped away.

“C’mere. Why don’t you show me what those lips can do, first.” He said casually, palm slipping across the small of Yoongi’s back, guiding him to straddle his lap.

Yoongi’s eyes brightened. Kissing, he’s good at kissing.

He swung his legs over the man quickly, reaching for his face gently before slotting their lips together. Yoongi likes to kiss. He takes his time, licking, biting, sucking on the man’s plump lips. Occasionally pulling away to press soft, wet kisses against the other’s lips, before diving back in.

He’s not sure how long they kissed but he finds confidence in the pleased hums that he’s drawing from the man.

He feels the man’s hands on his hips, nudging him back as he pulled away. He stared at Yoongi, eyes blown, before asking “Mmh. Alright. Come on then, your place?” He turned slightly before lifting Yoongi off his lap without much effort, standing him between his leather clad legs as he looked up, “Are you close by?”

Yoongi bit his lip, eyes darting away. He can’t bring this man back to his tiny, dirty apartment. Also… he needs to talk about the money…

“ ₩5 mil?” He blurted out, with zero context. He almost palmed his face.

The man’s eyebrows raised again, confusion settling in. “ ₩5 mil?”

“To fuck me.” Yoongi said calmly, keeping his eyes fixed on dark brown orbs, even though his heart was beating the fuck out of his chest. He heard a scoff coming from the corner of the room.

Yoongi’s eyes fell away, embarrassment creeping up his neck for the second time that night. He’s heard stories about people selling their virginity for ₩10 mil, even ₩20 mil. He’s not even asking for that much, is he really that unattractive?

Suddenly, he thought, “RIGHT, I never said I’m a virgin! Stupid! That’s the damn selling point!”

Before he could make another pitch for it though, the man simply said, “Sure,” before standing up.

Yoongi’s eyes widened as his head shot up, locking his gaze with the man again. His eyes were … sharp, penetrating, as if he was trying to look into Yoongi’s soul. But all he said was, “So where do you live?”

Yoongi bit his lip again. “Can we go to yours?”

“I don’t bring my fucks home.” The man said with in a blasé tone, a snicker coming from one of his lackeys. Yoongi flushed.

The man shot an irritated look in their direction, “Yah. Y’all are fucking noisy tonight. Go get the cars around.”

“I — I live in Daerim.” He said softly, “I — sorry, Sir, but I don’t want to —“

“That’s too far off anyway. I’ll just get us a room. Come on.” He said, cutting Yoongi off and tugging him out of the lounge.

*** 

The moment they entered the hotel room, the man pushed him up against the wall, kissing him again. This time, the kiss was rougher, wetter.

Pushing him away a little, Yoongi rasped out, “Wait wait — What’s your name? Do — do I just call you Sir?” He knows the receptionist addressed him familiarly as Mr Park but beyond that, he doesn’t think he has heard the man’s name being spoken tonight. Yoongi thinks he should at least know the name of the man who’s taking his virginity.

The man was silent, staring at him, an assessing look in his eyes. He stares at Yoongi a lot.

“Park Jimin. And you, kid?”

“Yoongi. Min Yoongi.”

“Pretty name. Now kiss me again, Yoongi.”

Their make out session started from the hallway to the king sized bed and ended with Yoongi writhing under Jimin, after he stripped Yoongi of all his clothing, leaving smooth, milky pale skin on display. Jimin’s bare skin was warm and hot, pressed against his own. Their cocks were both already leaking and hard, Jimin grinding down into Yoongi and drawing soft moans from the kid below him.

“I’m assuming you have condoms and lube? Go get them.” Jimin ordered, pulling back and sitting up against the headboard beside Yoongi.

Yoongi’s breaths was falling loud and heavy. He gave his cock a stroke, thumbing at the slit.

“Stop touching yourself, kid. Go get the condom,” Jimin said sharply.

His hand fell away quickly and he scrambled off the bed, reaching for his jeans that had been thrown to the side. He climbed back onto the bed, straddling Jimin’s strong thighs and handing him the condom and lube.

“Open it. Roll it on me.”

Shaky hands rolled the condom down Jimin’s thick shaft before giving it a quick pump. Yoongi swallowed. He’s really big.

“Never been fucked by someone so thick? Don’t worry, it’ll fit.” Jimin teased.

Yoongi gulped.

[***************]

“Come on, kneel up.” Jimin said just as Yoongi felt lubed fingers prodding at his hole. Yoongi’s only ever had his own fingers and a smallish dildo up his ass before though, so he hopes it’s not going to hurt too much when Jimin fucks him with his thick cock. But the man was gentle, fingering and scissoring him for a few minutes until Yoongi was a whimpering mess, digging his fingers into the muscles of Jimin’s shoulder, as he hid his face in the man’s neck. The stretch was just a little painful, Jimin's fingers gentle but still a little more insistent than when Yoongi does it on his own. The pain was mixed in with tiny bolts of pleasure though as the boss' fingers managed to find the right angle, putting pressure against his prostate.

“You really are fucking tight.” Jimin husked, “Want to fuck you now, lift up a little, baby.”

Yoongi lifted, feeling the tip of Jimin’s cock pressing at the rim of his ass, his heart pounding. Slowly, Jimin pushed his cock in, breaching his hole inch by inch. Yoongi gasped, eyes squeezing shut as the stretch started to burn, even if Jimin was being gentle. Jimin’s cock was nothing like his fingers.

“Fuck, it fucking hurts, fuckfuckfuck,” Yoongi thought, biting so hard on his lip that he is pretty sure he draws blood. He chokes back a muffled sob, gripping tightly onto Jimin’s neck and squeezing his eyes shut, as Jimin finally bottomed out, a low and deep moan escaping his lips.

“Fuck, you’re right, kid. Definitely the tightest.” Jimin moaned, head thrown back against the headboard. He snapped his hips up and moaned again, hearing Yoongi’s hitched gasp in his ear.

Yoongi is freaking out. He doesn’t know what to do. The intense pain in his ass is causing him to panic and his breaths come a little quicker, shallower. He can’t — he can’t stop now though, he needs the money. If he stops now, Jimin will just throw him out without paying him. “Will it get better? It gets better right? It's supposed to feel good?” he thought frantically.

“Yoongi? You okay yeah?” Jimin’s hand came up to palm the back of Yoongi’s head, ruffling softly, “Hey, kid. Look at me.”

Yoongi’s heart thumped furiously. He doesn’t know what to do. His chest feels like it’s in a vice as he stays frozen on Jimin’s lap, gritting his teeth so tightly that his jaw started to hurt too.

“Kid. Hey.” Jimin pressed, as he tried to pry Yoongi’s face from the crook of his neck. But as he shifted, his cock rubbed harshly against his stretched rim, causing a sharp pain to shoot through Yoongi again, a pained whimpering cry falling from his bitten and bleeding lips and his nails dug deeper into Jimin’s neck.

He breaks.

“Sir— I’m s-sorry it really hurts. I didn’t— didn't know it would hurt like that— I’m sorry.” Yoongi finally cried out, muffled sobs escaping his lips. As his shoulders heaved and his body trembled, every little movement caused his stretched rim to scream in protest, more tears spilling from the corner of his eyes.

“What— Fuck, fuck kid. Please don’t tell me...” Jimin muttered, trailing off as the situation caught up, more soft curses falling from his mouth. He pulled out as slowly and gently as he could, lifting Yoongi’s hips with one arm wrapped around his lower back, the other caressing soothingly down Yoongi’s side, but Yoongi couldn’t help the pained sobs when the thick cock dragged past his sensitive, over-stretched rim. His hole was felt like it was burning.

Jimin finally settled him back on his lap with Yoongi clinging on to him. “Sorry, kid.” Jimin murmured, “You’re okay, you’re okay, now… Hush. God, what the fuck were you thinking, seriously.”

Yoongi sobbed, blabbering incoherent apologies against the butterfly tattoos across the back of Jimin’s neck. His ass was stinging and sore. He’s not going to get anything from Jimin and he’s going to get evicted from his apartment in the morning. He can’t do anything right, fucking useless. He cries harder even as Jimin ran his palms up and down Yoongi’s back, reassuringly strong.

[***************]

“Alright, calm down now… Yoongi. Hey. Kid, let go of my neck now. Look at me… Kid. Don’t make me ask twice.” he commanded softly after a few minutes of letting Yoongi cry it out, fingers pulling gently at the nape of Yoongi’s neck.

Sniffling and wiping the tears that were still streaming down his face, Yoongi pulled back, keeping his eyes lowered, fixed on Jimin’s chest.

“Eyes up here, please.”

Yoongi’s eyes welled up again when he looked into Jimin’s dark eyes, fresh, fat drops of tears spilling from inky black cat-shaped eyes.

Jimin thumbed the tears away gently before he asked, firm voice gravelly and low, “You’re a virgin?”

Yoongi nodded, eyes quickly darting away.

“Hey, eyes on me, baby.”

Yoongi’s eyes snapped back obediently.

“Was that what the₩5 mil was about? You were selling your virginity out there tonight? ”

Yoongi nodded again, wordlessly. He sniffled. Eyes blinking innocently back at Jimin.

“Fucking stupid.” Jimin scolded harshly, grasping the kid’s chin and shaking lightly .

Yoongi flushed, lips pursed in an unhappy pout before he mumbled, “I just really needed the money for my rent by tomorrow or my landlord is going to take everything of mine and lock me out.”

“Well then at least do some planning for it instead of just walking into a club and finding your target! You’re a fucking virgin, did you not think that was an important thing to say from the outset? Did you not think it was going to hurt if your first time wasn’t done properly? Do you know the kind of people that come to Dionysus?”

Yoongi sniffled and hiccuped, “S-stop scolding me. I said I was sorry,” more tears rolling down his fluffy, flushed cheeks, lips still in a tiny pout.

Jimin sighed, heart clenching a little at the sight. He usually has little patience for innocent virgins— there’s nothing wrong with them, don’t get Jimin wrong. He just doesn’t think anybody’s first time should be with a mafia boss that’s just looking for a tight hole to de-stress.

But for all his stupidity, the kid really was fucking cute. It was why Jimin had ordered Tae to bring him up to the lounge in the first place.

Yoongi suddenly said, “You can still fuck me, Sir. If— if you finger me more and for a little bit longer. I’m sure I can take it.”

Without missing a beat, Jimin slapped the side of Yoongi’s head with just enough force to knock some sense into his thick skull, “What the fuck is wrong with you, kid? You literally just had a mild panic attack from my cock up your ass.”

Fresh tears welled up in his eyes for the nth time that night as he answered desperately, “But I need the money, Sir! I won’t have an attack anymore, I promise!”

Jimin pulled the kid against him, sighing softly into his ear, “You can’t just control attacks like that, Yoongi… we are not going to fuck again tonight alright. Get that out of your head. It’ll be too painful for you anyway.” On hearing the kid’s despondent sobs, Jimin ruffled his hair and continued, “Yah. I’ll still give you the money, go pay your landlord and keep your things, alright.”

Yoongi stilled, “You— you will still pay me? But... I haven’t done anything…” he mumbled against Jimin’s tattooed neck. He turned slightly, breathing in the light scent of cardamom, with a hint of cedar.

Jimin smells good. Safe.

“Yeah, well. You are a really good kisser, and you weren’t lying about your ass being tighter than all the ones I’ve had, even if you missed out an important fucking detail. ₩5 mil is small change for me.” Jimin said, fingers tracing gently up the curve of Yoongi’s spine.

Yoongi sniffled again, “I can give you a blowjob? I — I’ve given blowjobs below. He said I was good.”

Jimin smiled to himself before patting the kid’s back, “I’m good. But thanks for the offer. Now will you lie down for me? Let me just check your hole to make sure it’s nothing serious.”

Yoongi’s face burned, “I’m — I’m sure it’s okay. Y-you don’t have to check.”

“I want to, baby. Come on, lie down.” he ordered, pushing Yoongi back and guiding him down to lie on the bed.

Yoongi had hid his face in the soft pillow when Jimin came back from the toilet with a towel in hand. He blushed furiously when Jimin pulled his cheeks apart, wiping his hole gently, cleaning the leftover lube and precum. He felt Jimin’s fingers gently pressing and prodding. He whimpered, it obviously stung quite a bit.

Jimin sighed softly, “It looks pretty tender, but I think you’re okay. We should get some salve on it though. Do you have any at home?”

Yoongi turned to look at the man, shaking his head as he chewed on his bottom lip worriedly.

After a moment of silence, Jimin caressed the swell of Yoongi’s bottom before he said, “Come on then, baby. I’ll take you back to mine, I have some salve that will work before I get my men to send you home.”

Yoongi turned to look at the heavily tattooed man, “Your place?” Jimin had been so against them going back to his place earlier.

“Mmh. I don’t usually like letting strangers in to my personal living space but well, I guess I’ll make an exception this time. Come on baby, get dressed.” Jimin said, squeezing Yoongi’s pale thigh.

***

As he was getting dressed, Yoongi looked at Jimin sliding on his shirt, covering up the half sleeve on both his arms. “He’s really handsome and kind”, Yoongi thought a little sadly, “I wish... I didn’t only have him for tonight. Maybe... No.”

“Sorry for making you waste your money on this room.” Yoongi said in a small voice, as he pulled up his jeans.

“It’s alright, I didn’t actually have to pay for it.” Jimin shrugged nonchalantly.

“You didn’t? What is it that you do, Jimin?” he asked curiously.

Jimin paused buttoning up his shirt, sharp eyes locking on to Yoongi’s own again, “You really don’t know who I am?”

Yoongi frowned before shaking his head slightly, “No…”

He chuckled, a little darkly, “Ah kid, I’m… I own a few small businesses, bars, restaurants, clubs, import-export, this hotel. The club we were at tonight, Dionysus? That’s mine too.”

“This hotel?! The club?!” Yoongi choked out.

Jimin smirked.

“Ahh….” Yoongi said, still coughing, “You must be very good at what you do, to own all these at your age. Isn’t this hotel really expensive? And Dionysus is really really popular…”

Jimin shrugged again, almost dismissively, “And what do you do, kid? Final year of uni?”

Yoongi grimaced, “Ah, no… I’m a waiter… sometimes I work part time at the Regent Hotel too, when they need a back up pianist for the lounge. I like that job, even if they don’t need me very often… I like to play the piano.” he trailed off, shyly.

Jimin smiled, “You do have pianist’s hands. I’m sure you play beautifully.”

A pretty blush bloomed on the apples of Yoongi’s cheeks as he shrugged in response.

“How old are you, Yoongi?” Jimin suddenly asked, “22? 23?”

Yoongi giggled, “Is that why you call me a kid? I’m 26.”

Jimin’s eyes bugged out, “You’re 26?! Ahhhh, hyung-nim, I’m sorry then for calling you kid…” he laughed, “you seem just like a baby!”

A tiny pout formed on Yoongi’s lips, “How old are you then, Jimin? I called you Sir!”

“I’m 25, hyung. And I never asked you to call me Sir, you did that on your own.” he said, a soft, cheeky grin on his face.

“Mmh... but you don’t feel 25 at all, Jimin… And wow… that’s crazy. You own so many businesses at this age? That’s amazing…” Yoongi asked in awe, eyes blown wide in wonder as he gazed at Jimin.

Jimin grinned as he thought, “Fuck. He’s really like an innocent baby.”

“Mmh. some of it are family businesses that got handed down so. Anyway hyung, let’s go.” Jimin said, reaching for Yoongi’s hand.

Yoongi blushed as he stuttered, “Y-you can still call me Yoongi, if you like. Or b-baby. I don’t mind.”

The mafia boss smirked, devilish grin on his face, “I knew you were a baby. Okay, baby.” he teased softly.

***

Yoongi couldn’t hide the wince as he settled into the back of the car.

“Okay?” Jimin asked, “You wanna lie down instead?”

Yoongi shook his head, face heating up, “It’s okay.”

After they were traveling for only 5 minutes, Yoongi started to regret not saying anything. Because every time the car hit a bump, he had to bite down on his lip to stifle a pained whimper, fists clenched in a white knuckled grip on his lap.

He caught the driver’s eyes in the rearview mirror at one point, one of Jimin’s lackeys, and saw the knowing glint in his eyes as the car hit another bump, an ugly smile that he quickly tried to wipe away.

Yoongi flushed, embarrassed and miserable, as the car swerved just a little again.

“Lie down, baby. It’s gonna be a bit of a drive.” Jimin suddenly said, tugging Yoongi down to rest his head on his lap, not giving him the chance to say no. He shifted Yoongi around until he was lying face down, cheek smushed against Jimin’s strong thigh.

Yoongi let out a quiet exhale of relief, and a contended sigh slipped from his lips as Jimin started threading his fingers through Yoongi’s soft locks.

“Thank you, Jimin.” he said softly as he closed his eyes, not even sure if the young boss would hear him.

***

Even though Jimin had said that the drive was going to take a while, they arrived in just under 10 minutes.

“We’re here.” Jimin murmured, scratching the elder’s head lightly.

Yoongi yawned and pushed himself up carefully. He reached for Jimin’s hand again automatically and laced their fingers, blinking blearily as the young boss tugged him out of the car.

They were in a gated compound and the house before his eyes was … fucking ginormous.

Yoongi’s jaw dropped, “Y-your house is huge, Sir… I mean — Jimin… Your whole family lives here?”

Jimin grinned at Yoongi’s slip up, he’s not gonna deny that he likes hearing the elder call him Sir. It’s too bad they only have tonight. Jimin would love to spoil and wreck this innocent kid, hear this baby moan and call Jimin hyung.

Shaking the lustful thoughts away, Jimin replied, “Kind of. My brothers and I — my brother’s family too. Tae and Kookie, my right hands that you met earlier at the club. They live here too.”

“Your parents?” Yoongi asked, curiously.

“They passed away when I was a kid.” Jimin said, voice detached and cool.

Yoongi squeezed Jimin’s hand in apology, “I’m sorry.”

The mafia boss pressed a kiss to Yoongi’s temple, “Come on, let’s fix your butt.”

The elder giggled, letting himself be dragged up the stairs and into the house.

***

“Strip, baby. Then lie down on the bed.” Jimin said as they entered what he presumes is Jimin’s room, which, like the house, is fucking ginormous. It’s tastefully decorated, glass walls and dark wooden flooring, the king sized bed sitting on a raised platform. There was a balcony with beanbags and a recliner, the view overlooking the skyline of Seoul in the distance.

“His room is bigger than my apartment.” Yoongi mumbled under his breath, pouting sadly.

“C’mere, baby.” Jimin said, settling on his bed and patting the spot in front of him.

Yoongi shuffled forward, removing his jeans and boxers before sprawling down on Jimin’s bed, letting out a blissful sigh as soon as his face touched the soft, downy sheets.

“Not fair— why is your bed so freaking comfy.” Yoongi whined, kicking his legs petulantly. He raised his arms and grazed them up and down the cool sheets, the smell of freshly laundered sheets wafting past his nose. He pouted.

Jimin snorted, smacking the elder on his perky ass and causing him to yelp, “Ouch! Sir, that hurts!”

The mafia boss grinned when Yoongi didn’t even bother to correct himself this time (or he didn’t even realise, whichever), manhandling Yoongi closer as he turned to face him, prominent pout on his lips.

“My sheets are freshly laundered, stop rubbing your sweaty, grimy body all over it.” Jimin teased.

Truth be told, he really is a little bit of a clean freak and would make sure he showers before he lies on his bed. He once kicked a sleeping Jungkook right off his bed when the younger had fallen asleep on top of it, still in his work suit. Needless to say, it never happened again.

But evidently, for some strange reason, Yoongi is making him break all his rules tonight. He better get the kid out fast. Jimin is getting way too comfortable with him.

When Jimin pulled Yoongi’s soft cheeks apart, the elder turned away immediately, hiding his face in his arms. His ears were tinged red and he clenched his ass unconsciously at the feel of Jimin’s fingers on his bum, which only caused him to let slip a soft whimper when that action irritated his already tender rim.

“Relax, baby. Calm down, it’s not going to hurt. This salve will make it better, promise.” Jimin soothed, as he applied a generous amount of the cool gel over the tender, puckered hole, a single digit sliding in just a little to also coat around the insides of the rim. Yoongi’s breath hitched.

Jimin was done in less than 2 minutes, screwing the top back on and patting the elder’s bottom.

“Alright, get dressed.” Jimin ordered and passing the tube to Yoongi, he said “Take this home with you, okay? Apply it tomorrow as well. Can you do that?”

Fingers wrapping around Jimin’s, he took the tube from the mafia boss and nodded, mumbling a soft thank you. He remained motionless on the bed, even as Jimin got up to head to the bathroom. He heard the tap turn on and off.

Yoongi feels irrationally upset, he doesn’t want to leave Jimin.

“Yoongi?” Jimin queried, stepping out of the bathroom, “Come on, baby. Get dressed. I’ll have one of the guys send you home before it gets too late.”

Yoongi got up slowly, a sulky pout on his lips. He guesses he has outstayed his welcome, judging by the way Jimin is chasing him out. He could feel Jimin’s eyes on him as he tugged on his boxers and jeans, but he didn’t look up. He was afraid that the moment he looked into Jimin’s eyes, he would beg the younger to let him stay.

He shuffled forward once he was dressed, keeping his eyes down until he stood before the young boss, hand reaching out for Jimin’s one last time, “Okay, ready.” he said softly.

Jimin was quiet, unmoving.

Yoongi bit his lip, fingers playing nervously with Jimin’s own. He knows Jimin is staring at him.

Then the young boss let out a soft, “Ah.” before he reached into his pocket, pulling out a money clip. Yoongi’s eyes widened at the stack of cash as Jimin placed it in his palm.

“Keep this for yourself. I’ll get my guys to wire the other money to your account.” Jimin said as he handed his phone to Yoongi, “Give me your account number.”

As Yoongi was inputing the last few digits, he realised that this really was it. Once he gives his account number, Jimin’s going to wave him off and he’ll probably never see the man again. He handed the phone back with shaky fingers and wished desperately, that Jimin had asked him to key in his phone number instead.

“Thank you.” he whispered, stamping down on the burning urge to cry.

“Alright, come on.” Jimin said, pocketing his phone before leading Yoongi down the stairs by the small of his back.

***

“Jinhyuk-ah,” Jimin called out to one of his men, “Send Yoongi home please, then you can get off your shift.” Yoongi’s really not sure why Jimin needs so many guards around, but it’s not his place to ask.

“Ok hyung,” a brown haired guy said, walking towards them. Yoongi doesn’t recognise him from the club. Like Jimin, he has tattoos crawling up his neck, and also a series of stars inked on the back of his hands. Unlike the lackey that drove them from the hotel, Jinhyuk looks… kind.

Just as he took a step out of the door, Yoongi suddenly turned around and threw himself at Jimin, hiding his face in the younger’s neck. He doesn’t know why he feels so clingy or why he doesn’t want to leave Jimin. He wants Jimin to ask him to stay.

The mafia boss chuckled lowly, a wry grin on his face. His fucks usually only last for an hour or two, it’s a quick stress relief with no names exchanged (they usually know who he is, not the other way around), no numbers, no money, just mutual sexual gratification. He’s in and out of their apartment or the hotel room before any emotional connection is formed. It’s fast, convenient and exactly what he needs.

But with Yoongi, Jimin learnt his name, his mannerisms, the sound of his whimpers, little snippets about his life. He spent a few long hours with Yoongi and at the end of it all, he didn’t even come. 

So he knows what Yoongi wants. As the night progressed, Jimin found that Yoongi is actually an open book, so very easy to read. And now? This baby wants to stay with him. But Jimin’s world is not for someone like Yoongi. He’s far too innocent, too naive, a little too pure.

As endeared as the mafia boss is with the elder, as much as he wants to spoil him, wreck him, baby him, he doesn’t think it’s a good idea. So he pushes the elder back gently, tilts his chin up towards him and leans down slightly to kiss him a last time, long, slow and deep.

A goodbye kiss. A kiss that tasted a little of melancholic hope, of missed opportunities, of maybes and somedays.

He pulled away, brushed a kiss across Yoongi’s forehead and closed his eyes for a brief moment. Maybe if they had met under different circumstances, maybe in another life.

“It was nice meeting you, Min Yoongi. Take care of yourself, will you? Don’t go around getting into trouble like tonight, you may not meet someone as nice as me the next time.” Jimin teased, tapping Yoongi on his little button nose, even as he felt a slight twinge in his heart at the thought of the elder meeting someone else.

He’s going to make sure to transfer Yoongi enough to last him for a long time, though, just so he won’t have to entertain the thought of doing something like this again.

Yoongi’s hands tightened around Jimin’s waist, biting down on his chapped lips as he stared into the younger’s eyes. Jimin’s saying goodbye and it’s making him want to cry.

“Yoongi-ah. Your first time should always be with someone who matters, who knows how to make it good for you, and I’m sorry to have somehow taken a little of that away. Don’t go around trying to sell your tight little virgin ass, or yourself for that matter, again like you did tonight. Will you promise me that?” He continued softly.

Yoongi’s breath hitched, breaking his gaze from Jimin’s, eyes dropping to the younger’s chest. He wants Jimin to be his real, proper first time. Jimin, who is gentle and so very kind. He wishes, now more than ever, that he hadn’t fucked up earlier tonight. That he had practiced more, weeks ago. Stretched himself more so he wouldn’t have had trouble taking Jimin tonight. Because he knows that Jimin would have made it good for him. He wished he hadn’t ruined it.

“Yoongi?” Jimin asked, bending down a little to catch the elder’s gaze before tilting his chin back up.

“I… I won’t do something stupid like tonight again. I promise.” the elder said shakily, his throat tight. His feelings are all over the place. He doesn’t want to let Jimin go.

Jimin smiled, fluffing the elder’s hair, pleased. “You’re a really good boy, Yoongi. Take good care of yourself hmm,” he said lowly, voice soft yet firm.

“C-can I have one more kiss please, Sir?” Yoongi asked in a small voice, so very politely, his cheeks a dusty pink.

Jimin’s heart clenched, “Ahh Yoongi-ah. You really are the sweetest baby.” He pulled the elder close and slotted their lips together, licking on Yoongi’s bottom lip and slipping his tongue in as he opened up obediently. He kept the kiss soft, sweet and wet — the way, as he has come to learnt tonight, Yoongi likes. After a few minutes, Jimin forced himself to pull away otherwise he was going to end up dragging Yoongi back up to his room.

“Thank you for taking care of me tonight.” Yoongi said softly before pecking Jimin on the cheek and turning away, walking quickly down the steps and out of Jimin’s life.

***

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When Yoongi woke up a few hours later on his own lumpy couch, having crashed the moment he stepped into his apartment, it was to a series of loud bangs on his door.

“Yah. Min Yoongi! I said I need the rent today or I’m kicking your little ass out.” He heard his landlord’s son shouting from outside. 

He swallowed, heart suddenly pounding as the bangs became aggressively louder. He’s not sure if Jimin has given him the money yet... he swiped up his phone and logged in quickly to his banking account. 

He rubbed his eyes in disbelief. 

Did his balance say ₩50.5 million?!!!?? Is he dreaming that extra 0??

He swallowed again. Hard. He stared at his balance. “Ok…It’s really not disappearing,” Yoongi thought. “I really have ₩50 million??? Did Jimin hear him wrongly? He’s pretty sure he said 5...”

“YAH MIN YOONGI I KNOW YOU’RE IN THERE! OPEN THE DOOR RIGHT NOW!”

“Kahou-ssi, it’s not even past 8 in the morning.” Yoongi gritted out, steeling himself as he swung the door half-open, keeping himself partially hidden

The jerk simply shrugged, slimy smile on his face as he leered down at Yoongi’s tight jeans that he had worn to the club, “Do you have your rent or am I throwing you out, pretty boy? Otherwise—” he attempted to push the door wider, as though intending to take a step into the apartment. 

“I HAVE IT.” Yoongi shouted, pushing the guy back. His heart was racing. The last thing he needed was to be stuck in an enclosed space with this creep.

“Here, look. I’m transferring it right now. Give me a freaking second,” he muttered, fingers flying across his screen as he transferred ₩4.5 million to his landlord’s account before showing the record to the jerk. 

A look of disappointment crossed Kahou’s face before he clicked his tongue and rolled his eyes. “Let’s see how much longer you last, pretty. One day you’re gonna take up my offer of discounted rates, mark my words.”

Yoongi feels sick. “I’d rather freeze out in the streets than have your grimy hands anywhere near me.” He thought, disgusted look on his face.

The jerk whistled as he walked away. 

Yoongi slammed his door shut. Leaning against the closed door, he stared down at his phone. He still can’t believe the number he’s seeing. 

Balance: ₩46,000,000.

He wishes he could call Jimin, ask if there was a mistake. Ask if he wanted the money back cause he didn’t even get to fuck Yoongi like he was supposed to. Ask if he slept okay. Ask if he wants to go for coffee. 

He just really wishes he could call Jimin and hear his comforting voice again.

“How can I feel so strongly for someone I just met?” Yoongi thought to himself. 

He sighed morosely, giving himself 2 minutes to wallow in self-pity before shaking it off and getting ready for work. Even though his reserves have multiplied 10 times of what he expected, it’ll run out before he knows it, with how fucking expensive everything is these days and with how the tenants in this building are constantly being forced to fork out protection money whenever the stupid muscles come around. 

Yoongi needs to keep working hard and make sure his hours don’t get cut further. The last thing he needs is to fall behind on his rent again. He’s heard about the alternative repayment scheme that the jerk, Kahou, has suckered his neighbour into and he does not want to have to ever entertain that thought.

Yoongi sighed again. Why is it so hard to survive in Seoul??? He still dreams of one day being able to just play the piano for a living, or to write music for people. Maybe… okay, maybe with this extra bit of reserve, he can afford to book in a short studio time, indulge a little. Maybe.

He pushes himself off of the door. Time to get back to real life.

***

“How was the boy toy yesterday? He looked like a solid 8.”

“Don’t call him that.” Jimin snapped. In the quiet of his office, the sharpness of his voice fell like the crack of a whip. 

Taehyung’s lips parted in surprise at the harsh tone in his boss’ voice, thick eyebrows disappearing up into his hairline.

Jimin froze before his cheeks darkened in embarrassment. He cleared his throat before shuffling the papers on his desk distractedly.

“Okay... how was the kid yesterday..?” Taehyung tried again.

“He was fine. Has Kook cleared the deliveries yet? I don’t want any more trouble from the port.”

Silence.

Jimin looked up, a brow arched questioningly. 

Taehyung clicked his tongue before replying, “Hmm. Yeah, we got that sorted. You were right, there’s another crate missing in there, a crate that was clearly loaded on at Gunsan but has disappeared into thin air.”

“Fuckers are really stealing from me when the shipment is out at sea? Sneaky bastards. Now that we know when they’re doing it, track them down, Tae. This better be the last fucking shipment I lose, it’s 10 fucking crates too many.” Jimin gritted out, voice threatening and low. Fuckers really don’t know who they’re messing with, he thought.

“We’re already on it. Kook will get us a name by tomorrow.”

“What use do I have for a fucking name, Tae? Either bring the thief or thieves here or give me their fucking hands in a bag,” the mafia boss snapped.

“Yes, boss.” 

Jimin could feel the burning, pointed gaze of his Second in command boring through his head but he ignores it in favour of reading the document in front of him and hopes the man would just go away.

“What?” He growled, after a tense minute of Taehyung just staring at him without saying a word.

“You tell me, wasn’t last night supposed to help you fuck out all that stress and anger that’s been building over the last week?” Taehyung asked lightly and when Jimin’s eyes cut to his Second, gaze dark and angry, he was met with a cool stare, “Thought you said the kid was fine.” 

Jimin let out a harsh breath as he raked his fingers through his hair. “He was fine. I just… didn’t fuck him, not really,” he finally muttered, reclining back in his chair and staring up at the ceiling. He keeps thinking about the kid and recalling the sight of him walking away and he’s not sure why.

“Oh. Why not? He looked sexy and was clearly looking for a hook up, you were eyeing him the whole night.”

“I don’t know. Maybe cause he was also a fucking virgin and started crying in my lap after I stuck my cock up his ass?” Jimin shot back.

Taehyung’s eyebrows disappeared into his hairline for the second time that night, “The fuck? An honest to god virgin? In Dionysus? Tell me you’re joking.”

The mafia boss scoffed, “Nope. Stupid kid walked into the lion’s den without even knowing it, and then tries to sell the boss of that den his ass without letting anyone know it’s a fucking virgin ass.”

“And? What happened?”

Jimin gave him a deadpanned look, “What do you think happened? Tears from a sobbing guy on my lap don’t make me hard. Patched him up and sent him home obviously. God, he was fucking tight though. Maybe you’re right. I seriously need a good fuck.” 

Taehyung rolled his eyes, “Yes, please, WE all need you to have a good fuck, Jimin. Go stick it somewhere and stop biting our heads off all the damn time. Do you want me to bring you Sungwoon again?”

Jimin huffed, “Shut up and get out of here. I am capable of getting my own fucks.”

Taehyung smirked, “Tonight, please. You better fuck it out or Kook and I will tie you down and suck you ourselves. Tonight, Jimin.”

Jimin pinched the bridge of his nose before tonguing his cheek irritably, “Well Tae, seriously, if that’s what it’ll take to shut the both of you up— Why don’t you come here and suck me off right now.” 

The mafia boss rolled his chair back and spread his legs. He looked at his Second before gesturing to the floor between his knees.

“Come on. On your knees.”

Taehyung blanched, “Right, shutting up right now.” 

The door slammed closed. 

Fucking brat.

***

That night, lying on the couch in his dingy apartment, the familiar angry shouts from the fighting couple in apartment #627 traveling through the crappy thin walls, Yoongi feels, for the first time in a long while, desperately and unbearably lonely.

Yoongi has always been a bit reserved, an introvert (unless he knows you really well), kind of a loner. He’s never really been good with social interactions, to be honest. He got teased a lot in school for being just a little too quiet, a little too quirky, a little too soft. He never understood why it was so wrong or frowned upon for a boy to be sensitive or soft. Boys have feelings too, boys need to feel loved too. Even if his brute of a father always seems to think otherwise. 

Yoongi, toughen up. Yoongi, don’t be so sensitive. Yoongi, stop dreaming. 

As he got older, he learnt to stand up for himself a little more, to push back when he got shoved around unfairly just for being who he is. 

But he still met assholes everywhere he went. It was just his fucking luck, really.

So he doesn’t have many friends, and none that are in Seoul even though he’s been living here for a few years. Sure, he has neighbors, colleagues, acquaintances but he doesn’t think he would call them his ... friends. And now, with the long shifts that he does at work and the number of demanding, unreasonable customers that he deals with on a daily basis, Yoongi barely even has any energy left to engage in more social interaction during his down time. He’d rather catch up on his sleep.

So really, it’s not like Yoongi is a virgin entirely by his own choice. He blames it on his completely shitty luck and the number of assholes that cross his path on a daily basis. Because as much as he would like to finally know what it feels like to be fucked, he’s also a bit of a romantic at heart. 

He wants to be loved and pampered and spoiled... Unfortunately, all his dates in the past were either assholes and dumb oafs that were only interested in having a tight hole to ram into or jerks that judged him for never having had sex before. 

On hindsight, his “brilliant” idea of selling his virginity was really a product of stupidity, sheer desperation and a random google search. Yoongi is not a prude. Sure, he’s never been fucked before but he’s watched porn, given a few blowjobs, he’s fingered himself till he’s a weeping mess and used a dildo to help himself get off. He knows that some guys do find him hot. So he had thought, as the number in his bank account rapidly dwindled down and neared the reds, “Well, I have to lose my virginity at some point anyway, I might as well get some good money out of it. And how difficult can fucking be? Right?”

After a little research, Yoongi had decided that Dionysus seemed like the perfect place too because it was supposedly the hottest club where the rich rich rich people liked to party. According to a thread by soft_babie, it was also where this guy offered to pay him ₩10 mil, just to fuck him and he wasn’t even a virgin. His eyes had bugged out when he saw that post. ₩10 mil would cover Yoongi for at least 6 months of his rent (with protection) and then some!! He just has to do this one time. He can do it.

Looking back, Jimin was right. He was fucking stupid. There could have been safer ways for him to sell his virginity than walking into Dionysus and stupidly asking his targets for ₩5 mil. Sometimes, Yoongi thinks he was maybe dropped on his head as a baby. 

Yoongi sighed. He misses Jimin. Is it strange to miss someone that you’ve only met for a few hours? He thought.

Picking up his phone, Yoongi sees that it’s close to midnight. He has the day off tomorrow cause the restaurant was overstaffed again and his name was randomly picked for a cancelled shift. Just another instance of his amazing luck — gets randomly picked for a cancelled shift but never for the winning lottery prize.

Hmm. Maybe… maybe he’ll get to see Jimin again if he goes to Dionysus. He’s going to have to blow some money on getting a cab there at this hour but… he does have ₩46 mil…

Yes, he should do it. What does he have to lose, Yoongi thought.

He scrambles up from the couch and winced at the slight twinge in his ass, gets ready hurriedly before he can overthink and talk himself out of it.

After a shower, he applied more of the salve that Jimin had given him, sighing at the cool sensation against his tender rim. His face heats up as he’s reminded of the feeling of Jimin pulling his cheeks apart, fingers gently prodding at his hole.

He shakes himself out of it.

He slips on a pair of skinny, ripped black jeans and an almost sheer white shirt. Fluffs his hair, puts some blush on, and plumps his lips with his favourite cranberry gloss. 

Staring back at his reflection, he nods in approval, he thinks he looks kinda cute. 

***

When Yoongi stepped onto the dance floor at Dionysus, the music was pulsing and loud, the low thrum of the bass sending trembles that he could feel through the floor. It was hot despite the air conditioning. Sweaty bodies mingling together in the dark, the strobe lights occasionally flashing out faces of euphoric joy, of lust, of dark desire.

He heads towards the bar.  

Now that he’s here, Yoongi’s not quite sure how he’s supposed to find Jimin, or whether if he’s even here in the first place. The guy, Jimin had called him Tae, was the one that had brought him up to the VIP lounge on the upper floor so it’s not like he can just waltz in there on his own now. 

He looks up to the upper floor but it’s too dark, too far back for him to make out anything visible. 

He sighs. Waving the bartender down, he got himself a beer. As the mug was placed before him, he leaned across the bar and shouted over the music, “Do you know who owns this club?”.

The bartender snorted. “Who doesn’t?”

“Is he here?”

The guy arched his brow, “Who? The boss?” 

“Yeah, the one who owns this club.”

The guys stares at Yoongi, a curious look in his eye before he lifted his chin towards the upper floor, “He’s usually up there if he’s around. You look a little too young to be asking around about the boss, kid. Be careful.”

Yoongi giggled, wrinkling his nose cutely, “I’m not a kid. Anyway, thanks.” 

He turns around and stares up at the upper floor again. He sees shadows moving but that’s all he can make out. Be careful the guy had said. 

Yoongi isn’t that naive, he knows there’s something dark and dangerous about Jimin. No one has that many guards around for no reason. The tattoos covering Jimin’s skin, the little scars that he vaguely recalls feeling across the man’s chest — Jimin’s clearly not your normal, clean cut businessman. 

Yet, he can’t quite put his finger on why he’s so inexplicably drawn to the younger man. From the few hours last night, Yoongi saw that the dark and dangerous Jimin was also gentle, funny and kind. He remembers being held by Jimin in his arms. He remembers feeling safe.

Even though Jimin is younger than him, he didn’t feel or act like it. He carried himself in a way that spoke of confidence, grace and quiet authority with an underlying hint of something dangerous, lethal. When he looks at Yoongi, he makes the older want to submit to his touch, to lay himself bare. Jimin makes Yoongi want to be good for him. 

He chugs his beer before letting himself be pulled into the sea of gyrating, swaying bodies. He might as well enjoy the music while he’s here.  

Yoongi finds a spot nearer to the stairs leading down from the lounge and lets himself get swept up in the music, fingers racking through his already damp hair, head tilted back as he moved with the pulsing beat of the dance tracks.

***

Yoongi’s not sure how long passed as he got lost in the music, the feel of friendly hands skimming across his waist, the sounds of people occasionally singing along. It eased the loneliness in his heart. 

A sudden hush fell and the swaying of bodies slowed, even amidst the music that continued to thump. 

Yoongi looked around, then caught a few people walking down the stairs from the lounge and in that moment, his breath caught in his throat. He saw two suited men striding down and following closely behind was Jimin, looking fierce, imposing and so devastatingly handsome.

Yoongi’s heart aches.

He takes a few steps forward with the crazy thought to intercept Jimin in his path, but then he froze in his track.

Because someone else was coming down behind Jimin. Someone else whose hand was clasped in Jimin’s own. The young boss was leading the boy forward, the same way he did with Yoongi just last night. Except that this boy was a lot shorter that Yoongi, blonde and really fucking sexy with his fishnet leggings and tight denim shorts.

Yoongi’s heart dropped.

He’s not sure why, when he decided to come back to the club tonight, that he never considered the possibility that he might see Jimin with someone else. It’s not like he didn’t know from their interactions last night that Jimin fucks around, hell, the young boss had told him that himself. 

He never considered the fact that even if he wanted to see Jimin again, that didn’t mean that Jimin wanted the same or that he would give two fucks about Yoongi. The younger didn’t even bother to ask for his number because really, he was just another warm body for that night, a warm body that probably gave him a lot more trouble than his usual fucks. Like the one he’s currently holding by the hand.

So he knows he has no right, zero right, to feel hurt or sad or possessive over the fact that Jimin’s hand was wrapped around someone else. Because Jimin was never his to begin with.

But that didn’t stop his heart from dropping, didn’t stop the sour burn that was building in the pit of his stomach, didn’t stop the crippling ache that was quickly wrapping around his chest.

Yoongi feels stupid.

“Move.” 

Yoongi was suddenly shoved aside from where he had stood frozen in his track. Caught off guard, he stumbled and his clumsy ass fell back on the ground. He whimpered as his sore bottom hit the hard floor before he quickly turned on his hands and knees instinctively and tried to get up. 

Even against the background of the pulsing music, he heard, so very clear and distinctly— 

“Kid— Yoongi?” 

Yoongi froze, still on his knees, burning face hidden and his eyes glued to the floor. 

“Jimin. Jimin. Jimin,” was the only thought racing though his mind.

He held his breath. Didn’t even dare to move a muscle.

Then a pair of shiny leather shoes came into view and a hand was carding through his damp hair, tilting his head up. He was faced with Jimin’s piercing dark eyes and a slight furrow between his brows.

Yoongi exhaled a harsh breath.

“Ahh, it is you.” Jimin murmured just loud enough for his ears, his ring adorned hand caressing down the side of Yoongi’s face, sending a shiver through him. His eyes fluttered close. 

Yoongi swallowed. His heart was pounding so fucking fast. He thinks he might throw up. 

“Look at me, baby.” Jimin said, his voice authoritative and low as he tilted Yoongi’s face up by his chin. The elder’s eyes snapped open, his glossy lips parting slightly at the pet name. A thumb grazes across Yoongi’s bottom lip.

Jimin then crouched down before him, resting on the back of his heels. They were attracting attention from the crowd around them but Jimin didn’t seem to care as he held Yoongi’s gaze.

“What are you doing back here, Yoongi? Didn’t you promise me not to do anything stupid anymore?” the young boss asked gruffly, an underlying hint of disappointment colouring his voice.

The elder bit his lip as his eyes fell away, not liking the annoyed look in Jimin’s eyes. “Not doing anything stupid, Sir.” he mumbled softly, fingers picking at the ripped hole exposing the pale flesh of his thigh.

“What? And hey what did I say, eyes up here, please.” Jimin said, nudging the elder’s chin. 

Yoongi’s gaze lifted back up, his lips pursed in a little pout, “Not doing—“

“Hyungie, can we please go now?” a lilting voice interrupted from behind Jimin.

Yoongi frowned instantly and when he looked towards the source of the voice, he saw the cute boy that Jimin was holding on to earlier. The boy was looking down at him, a slight scowl on his small, round face. Yoongi’s bottom lip protruded even further and he puffed his cheeks in frustration.

“Go wait in the car, Minjae.” Jimin ordered without looking away from Yoongi, whose heart clenched on hearing the statement. He doesn’t want Minjae to wait for Jimin in the car. He wants stupid Minjae to go far away.  

Yoongi frowned harder, brows snapping together as he watched the boy strut off huffily, a guard following closely behind.

“Yah.” Jimin’s irritated voice cut through his thoughts as Yoongi’s cheek was nudged back to focus on the young boss, who was now looking completely exasperated and a little peeved.

But stupid Minjae has made Yoongi peeved too.

“Who is he, Sir? Why is he with you? Are you bringing him back to your place?” Yoongi asked boldly, his tone almost accusatory. His lips were pursed in a petulant pout, angry sparks of jealousy flaming an illusion of false courage, as he glowered at Jimin. 

Jimin arched a brow at Yoongi’s tone, clearly unimpressed. Even under the dim lighting, Yoongi saw with startling clarity that way that Jimin’s eyes darkened, a muscle in his face twitching from the clenching of his jaw. 

Yoongi gulped, the initial burst of courage fizzling out at the hardening of Jimin’s expression and the elder’s inky-black eyes dropped again. 

His head shot up when Jimin spoke again, in a tone so cavalier and cold, “I’m not sure how that’s any of your business, but Minjae is with me because I need a fuck and yes, I am bringing him back to my place. Now tell me why you’re back here after what I told you last night. Don’t make me ask again.”

Yoongi didn’t know it was physically possible for words to hurt you this much. But it felt like Jimin had intentionally reached into his chest, pulled his heart out and then ripped it apart. Just for kicks.

Tonight, Jimin is neither gentle nor kind.

***

The moment the harsh words left his mouth, Jimin felt like he kicked a fluffy kitten with the way that Yoongi flinched. His heart stuttered in his chest and he bit the inside of his cheek.

Elbows propped on his thighs, Jimin dropped his head to his chest and exhaled heavily.

He’s been sick and tired of everyone questioning his every move today. 

From Tae first thing this morning to Namjoon coming at him for his decision to put a bounty on the little punk that was trying to undercut him in Itaewon.

Even his fucking associates tried to test his patience by   switching their posts around after he told them specifically to stay their fucking ground. Now he’s a dozen men down from an unnecessary scuffle just because people forgot for a moment that his word was the fucking law in the streets of Seoul. 

So all he wanted tonight was a hard and fast screw, someone pretty to suck and ride him hard without any sassy back talk or attitude— Not to be faced with Yoongi back in Dionysus after he specifically told him to stay out of trouble, and his bratty attitude. 

Which... in all honesty, Jimin would probably have found kinda cute if he hadn’t had such a bad day. 

Yoongi had wrapped his arms around himself in a protective hold, shoulders hunched with his head ducked down. Jimin should just kick Yoongi out of the club and continue on his way to the hotel with Minjae (despite what he said earlier, he really doesn’t bring his fucks back to his place, even if Minjae was someone he frequently called), but he knew he wouldn’t… couldn’t do it. 

Despite sending Yoongi away last night and telling himself to get the kid out of his head, Jimin knows that he had already let him slip under his skin the moment he decided to bring Yoongi home. For some reason that he’s still trying to figure out, this awfully cute and innocent looking kid has somehow managed to stick his ass down and claimed a soft spot in his heart. 

Gyrating bodies were moving and circling around them again as the crowd got swept back in the music, people probably losing interest after realizing that the mafia boss wasn’t going to be smacking anyone around tonight.

Jimin stared at the top of Yoongi’s dark head and heard him mumble something under his breath. Did he say, “for you”?Jimin frowned before sighing loudly, he was sick of not being able to hear anything that Yoongi was saying tonight save for his sass about Minjae.

The mafia boss stood up, shaking off the stiffness in his legs before gripping the sides of Yoongi’s arms and pulling him up, the elder’s body soft and pliant against his hold. Once he was on his feet, Jimin laced their hands and led the kid back with him, in the direction of the lounge. 

The dance music faded to a muffle when the glass door of the lounge swung shut behind them.

“Get out.” Jimin ordered sharply.

Yoongi, with his eyes fixed on his slightly larger hand clasped firmly in Jimin’s own, heard the lackeys scrambling around. 

The muffled pulsing music from below boomed when the door was pulled open, then faded out when it shut again.

Jimin strode forward and sank into the curved leather upholstered seat. He pulled Yoongi down to straddle him, the elder’s breath hitching as he settled into the mafia boss’ lap, his free hand reaching out to steady himself against Jimin’s chest.

Jimin didn’t miss the slight wince that crossed Yoongi’s face. 

“Sorry,” he murmured, warm hands caressing at the elder’s hips, “did you at least remember what I said about applying the salve?”

Yoongi nodded, picking at the buttons on Jimin’s shirt, still not looking at him.

Jimin sighed. Now that he has Yoongi on his lap, he’s not sure where to start. 

But then Yoongi spoke first.

“I came here cause I wanted to see you,” he said in a small voice, “I’m— I’m sorry if that’s stupid.”

Jimin bit the inside of his cheek, considered how he should respond. 

“Just— just really wanted to hear your voice, to see you again.” Yoongi continued in a whisper, “I’m sorry if I was... nosy, earlier. I— I know I had no right to ask you that... I didn’t mean to be rude, Sir. Just got really jealous...” Yoongi said, the last three words almost inaudible, his soft round cheeks darkening visibly under the soft lighting in the lounge.

Why does this kid make me so fucking soft, Jimin thought, I’m in so much trouble.

“Why did you want to see me again? What is it that you want with me, baby? Can’t be the sex since I almost tore your ass up,” The mafia boss asked wryly, “Is it the money?”  

Yoongi shook his head vigorously, palms patting lightly against Jimin’s chest as he protested, “No no no— it’s not the money, Jimin, it’s not! Which reminds me, you gave me too much! You can take it back!!”

Jimin snorted. “It’s yours to keep, baby. Mmh. What is it then? What do you want?” he asked again, a curious glint in his eyes.

The elder lifted his shoulders in a half shrug, lips pursed in a tiny pout, “Just… want you.”

“I’m not good for you, Yoongi-ah. You don’t even know who I am,” Jimin muttered darkly.

Yoongi cocked his head, like a little puppy, as he answered, “I know enough. You’re Park Jimin. And you’re handsome, smart, gentle and kind... maybe a little scary but...” He trailed off with another little shrug.

The mafia boss snorted, “Baby, you haven’t even seen my scary yet.”

Yoongi picked at the buttons on Jimin’s shirt, wrinkled his nose, “But you were scary just now. When you stomped on my jealous heart. That was mean.”

Jimin tongued his cheek, stared at the boy in his lap. Older, yet exuding such an air of innocence, the feel of one that’s pure like the driven snow.

He said, in a quiet voice, “I’m sorry, baby. I wasn’t trying to stomp on your heart. I mean, I was a little pissed but Minjae ishere because I need a fuck tonight. It’s just what I do sometimes— Fucking people, I mean. I wasn’t saying it to stomp on your heart.”

Jimin rubbed his nose a little awkwardly. He’s not sure why he’s explaining his fucking habits to Yoongi.

Yoongi huffed a little sigh, “I know. You said.”

“I said?”

“Yeah, that you’ve had a lot of tight asses.” Yoongi replied in pout.

“Ahh.”

“But— why can’t you just stick with one?” The elder asked so very innocently, fixing imploring dark eyes on Jimin.

Jimin barked out a surprise laugh, “I’m— I’m actually not sure what to say to that. I don’t know— I mean, why stick with one when there’s so many to choose from?”

Yoongi wrinkled his nose, “That sounds like me when I’m choosing ice cream flavors.”

The mafia boss snorted.

They were interrupted by an almost perfunctory knock on the glass door before it swung open and Taehyung strode into the lounge.

“Why do you have one kid on your lap and another waiting impatiently in the car? Having your appetiser before the main? Classy as always.” He asked, with a single raised brow.

Yoongi’s body tensed and he pressed a palm against Jimin’s chest possessively as he turned to look at Taehyung, eyes round and wide, his bottom lip jutting out in a prominent pout.

Taehyung’s eyes widened and Jimin snickered. He wasn’t kidding when he said the kid’s fuckin cute.

“Fuck. I don’t remember him being this pretty.” Taehyung commented, a little breathily.

Jimin curled an arm around Yoongi’s back then and pulled him in tighter. The elder turned back to the mafia boss with a pleased little giggle before slipping his hands around Jimin’s neck.

Jimin could feel his Second’s burning gaze and when he looked across Yoongi’s shoulder, was met with an assessing look and a raised brow.

He kept his face blank, expressionless. 

After a 10 second stare down, Tae rolled his eyes and asked, “Guess I should send Minjae off on his way?”

Yoongi suddenly whipped around excitedly, “Yes, please,” he said with a gummy smile on his face.

Jimin couldn’t help his snickers from breaking out even as he pinched the kid’s ass.

Yoongi yelped, “Sir, that hurts! My bottom is still sore, please be gentle.”

Jimin rolled his eyes. “Your rim is tender but your butt cheeks are fine and pinch-able, brat.” He said before pinching Yoongi again, drawing a muffled squeak as the elder hid his face in Jimin’s neck.

“Please send Minjae off on his way, Sir.” Yoongi whispered against the tattooed skin, pink tongue slipping out to lick and tease.

Jimin hummed, “Mmh. I don’t know, baby... Tae said I have to fuck my stress out tonight or he’s going to tie me down and suck me off himself...”

Yoongi clicked his tongue irritably. He whipped his head around and shot Taehyung the dirtiest look imaginable before turning back to Jimin, who was now biting his cheek to keep from smiling.

“Y-you... you can fuck me, Sir. The salve helped and I don’t hurt anymore.” Yoongi offered.

Jimin’s face darkened instantly and he flicked Yoongi on his little button nose, hard.

The elder yelped in pain and covered his nose, eyes tearing up immediately, “Owwww,” he moaned.

“Lie to me again and I’ll spank you so hard you’ll have to go bottomless for a week.” The mafia boss warned.

Yoongi sniffled, wiping his eyes with the back of his hand. “I’m sorry, Sir,” he mumbled, “just— just want you to stay with me.”

“Fuckin stupid.” The mafia boss muttered in response, even as his heart softened.

Yoongi huffed. He hugged Jimin and whispered pleadingly, “Won’t you please tell him to go? You have me tonight, Sir. Ipromise I’ll be good.”

Jimin looked to his Second and gave a slight nod before adding, “Let him take one of the cars. It’s late.”

To say that Taehyung was surprised would be an understatement. 

It’s not that Jimin was looking so very soft and whipped right now, slouching in the leather seat with a cute kid in his lap. 

The mafia leader does have a soft side that comes out with the ones he loves. A soft side that peeks out with his hyungs, with Tae and Kookie, with some of the orphans that they’ve taken under their wing.

But these are people that have been by Jimin’s side forever, or people that have proven their loyalty to him.

No, what Tae is surprised by is the softness shown to a pretty kid that just showed up last night.

He clucked his tongue against the roof of his mouth, cocked his head to the side. The boy’s pretty, sure. But so is Minjae. 

This is interesting.  

“Alright, boss. I’ll let the guys know.” he said after a pregnant pause before taking his leave. 

The grilling will have to wait.

***

As the door closed behind Taehyung, Jimin thinks he feels Yoongi smiling against his skin before the thin arms around his neck tightened. He returns the hug, palm caressing down the elder’s spine.

Yoongi pushed himself back so he could see Jimin’s face. Tapping his nose gently, he whined softly, “I think you broke it.”

Jimin scoffed, “Please. If I wanted to break it, I’d make sure there’s also blood dripping from it. Where’s the fun otherwise.”

The elder’s eyes widened like saucers and he quickly covered his nose protectively, “No!!!” He squeaked, voice muffled behind his palms.

The mafia boss sniggered, tugging Yoongi’s hands away against soft noises of protest before grasping him by the chin. He tilted the kid’s head left and right, making a show of inspecting his button nose before shrugging, “Looks a little crooked now but definitely not broken.”

“Jiminie! It’s not crooked!” Yoongi said, aghast, as he tried to look down at his nose, eyes crossed cutely. 

Jimin bit his cheek again. Fucking cute.

The elder covered his nose self-consciously, lips pursed in a tiny pout.

“Jiminie?” The mafia boss asked, with an arched brow. 

Yoongi blushed and mumbled, “Sorry, Sir. It— it just came out.”

Jimin’s heart feels like he had too much fucking coffee, palpitating all over the place. Seriously, what the fuck.

But on the surface, he says coolly, voice casual and steady, “It’s fine. Nothing to apologise for.”

Yoongi grinned shyly, his round cheeks puffing up like mochi and he whispered almost inaudibly, “Jiminie, Jiminie.” 

Then he pouted again before sticking his nose in the other’s face, “Jiminie, it’s not crooked right? Please tell me you were joking.”

Jimin cackled, throwing his head back against the leather seat. He reached out and grasped the elder by his chin before pecking him lightly on his little nose.

“No, baby. Still as pretty as before.” He said as he pulled back, watching a rosy blush bloom across Yoongi’s soft cheeks. 

Yoongi pressed closer and moved to kiss Jimin, tilting his head a little. But when their lips were inches apart, Yoongi paused, breathing heavily. Licking his lips, cat shaped eyes blinking innocently, he asked so very sweetly, “Kiss now, Sir. Please?”

Jimin gave in, surging forward and crashing their lips together. The kiss was desperate, wet, messy as they bit, licked, tugged and sucked. 

Not the slow, sweet and languid kissing they did last night. This tasted of lust and arousal, eagerness and possessiveness.

Jimin’s heart stutters. Then soars.

[TBC]

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Yoongi digs his fingers into the muscles of Jimin’s back, kissing him deeper and sucking on his tongue. It’s hot and sweet, and Jimin’s lips taste so very soft— unlike the harsh, aloof demeanour that he portrays. His kisses are intoxicating and with every lick and bite, Yoongi finds himself sinking a little deeper into a man that he barely knows, but with whom he already feels a strange sense of connection.

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As much as Jimin wanted to laze around the house and get to know Yoongi a little more, there were things that he needed to deal with at the office and people that he needed to see. He’d send Yoongi home but knowing his Second, the kid’s things are probably already being moved right this moment. There's a reason why Taehyung is his most trusted.

He wondered for a split second if he was perhaps overstepping his boundaries given that Yoongi’s only known him for barely 3 days.

Really.

Who is he to barge into the kid’s life and move him out of his apartment? What if Yoongi likes his place even though it’s managed by a sleaze?

Jimin’s always been a good judge of character though and he doesn’t want to be presumptuous but he thinks the kid’s latched on to him, unconsciously or otherwise, like a lifeline ever since Jimin picked him up that night. So if he’s honest, he really doesn’t think Yoongi’s going to mind very much that Jimin is moving him out of his shitty apartment building.

“Baby,” he decides to ask anyway.

“Hmm?” Yoongi responds, turning to him as he buttons up his shirt.

They’re both about the same height even if the elder is of a much slighter build, so Jimin had thrown him one of his shirt and a pair of pants that no longer fits him. The shirt hangs off him a little but it’ll have to do until the mafia boss either takes him home for a change of clothes or just takes him out to get a fresh wardrobe entirely.

“Do you like living at your apartment?”

Yoongi’s bottom lip juts out immediately as he shakes his head, looking to the floor. He sighs, button nose wrinkling cutely as he said, “Hate it, but I’m kinda stuck. It was one of the cheapest I could find when I first moved here but my stupid desperate ass didn’t read the agreement properly before signing it like an idiot. Now I’m stuck in this lease for the foreseeable future with terms that allow them to charge me crazy interest every time I’m late…” 

He continues as he slips on his pants, without even pausing to take a breath, “AND I can’t even terminate it without having to pay them an insane amount of money… for a place that's a complete dump. Do you know I can’t even get them to come fix my leaking pipe without them demanding an arm and leg? Don’t get me started on the heater that won’t stop rattling—” he stops abruptly.

He peeks back at Jimin and flushes when he catches the mafia boss’ intense gaze… and arched brow.

“Sorry,” he mumbled, “Talking about the stupid apartment really triggers me… Anyway, I hate it but I don’t really have a choice until the lease runs out.” He ended with a helpless shrug as he tightened the belt around his waist.

“Mmh.” Jimin hummed, nodding in acknowledgement. “Definitely not going to be an issue moving him out then.” He thought silently as he slipped on his jacket.

“Where are we going, Jiminie?” Yoongi asked as he sits on the bed to wait for Jimin to finish getting dressed, his legs swinging lightly, bare feet knocking against the side of the bed.

“I need to head into the office. Couple of things I have to sort out.” He said, buckling on his watch.

Yoongi stared at Jimin, running his eyes appreciatively over the length of his body. He looked sharp, a commanding presence in his dark suit, softly gelled hair casually parted to the side. But coupled with the dark tattoos running up his neck and peeking from under his sleeves, it cloaked the young boss with a predatory, almost deadly aura.

A part of Yoongi feels like he’s biting off more than he can chew, that he really should be more wary… even fearful, of Jimin and who he is. But he can’t quite bring himself to.

Not after seeing the younger, all sleepy and soft in bed. Not after seeing him look at Yoongi so very fondly, during breakfast when he sat on his lap. Not after having experienced the sweet, soft kisses that Jimin gave him.

“You said you’re not working right? Want to come with me? I’m going to need a couple of hours though. You’re probably going to get bored but if you can wait, we can get lunch together later,” Jimin suggested, interrupting his thoughts.

He walked towards the elder and pulled him off the bed, dropping a kiss against his forehead.

Yoongi smiled brightly, nodding eagerly as he squeezed Jimin’s hand, “Yes, want to come with you, please. I will wait.”

He’s not looking forward to having to leave Jimin at the end of today.

***

Jimin wasn’t kidding at all when he said that Yoongi was probably going to be bored. There was no “probably” about it.

The work place was your standard corporate building with standard corporate people milling about. Jimin’s office was your standard CEO office, boring and dull. Yoongi was actually a little surprised considering the beautiful and modern décor of Jimin’s house.

He parked himself at the sofa and entertained himself with his phone for a while before moving to explore the bookshelves that lined the office. He spotted an interesting book about the history of the yakuza and sank into it, devouring the book in over an hour or so.

He got bored after, staring up at the ceiling and humming a tune mindlessly, as he sat slouched on the couch. It’s only been about two hours or so but he hopes Jimin won’t have to take very much longer.

Different people came in and out of Jimin’s office throughout the time he was there but no one seemed surprised to see him sitting there, barely paying him any mind. Except for when Jungkook barged in without even knocking.

Jimin didn’t even look up when he heard the younger man’s voice, engrossed in the document before him.

“Yoongi-ssi, my pancake king! Taetae told me you were here,” he said cheerfully, causing the elder to grin back naturally, “What are you doing?” he asked, flopping down beside Yoongi, and copying his actions in staring up at the ceiling.

Yoongi giggled, “Hi Jungkook-ssi. Nothing. Just daydreaming.”

He raised his head and looked towards Jimin who was still engrossed in whatever document that he was reading, speaking lowly to the guys sitting across from him.

“Hey. Wanna see the roof garden? It’s the only cool place in this concrete and metal trap.” Jungkook piped up beside him.

Yoongi’s eyes widened excitedly, “YES, please. I’m so freaking bored.”

Jungkook grinned, lips pulled up in a devilish smile as he sprung up from the couch, “Let’s go. I’ll bring you!”

But the moment Yoongi moved to follow the younger out, Jimin’s eyes snapped to him, “Yah, where are you going?”

Yoongi paused mid-step, turning to Jimin and wondered if he was supposed to stay put, “Uhmm, Jungkook-ssi is going to show me the roof garden… can I go please?” he asked in pout.

“Hyung, I’ll take care of him, don’t worry.” Jungkook said easily, slinging an arm around the elder.

Jimin narrowed his eyes at the younger, suspicious of the cheeky smirk on his face, “A hair out of place on his pretty head and I’m breaking bones, Kook.”

Tinkling giggles bubbled from Yoongi’s chest, his cheeks blooming red as Jungkook rolled his eyes and pulled the elder out of the room.

“Stay with Kook, baby!” Jimin’s shout trailed after them.

***

The roof garden is indeed cool. It looked so different from the other parts of the building with random art pieces scattered amongst pretty, lush greenery. The art pieces looked like they are all from the same collection – a series of colourful and quirkily painted ceramic figurines of animals and abstract shapes.

The garden overlooked a view of even more concrete buildings separated only by winding roads. It was grim, but if you look up on a good day like today, you’d be face with fluffy clouds and blue skies, and that’s always pretty.

Yoongi mumbled, “It’s like some strange art gallery up here.”

Jungkook cackled, “THAT’S WHAT I SAID TOO!”

They settled under a rustic looking gazebo, Jungkook sprawling out on the bench with Yoongi following suit. The younger drew him easily into a conversation about music and the exchange of words flowed freely between them once they found out that they had similar music inclinations.

At some point during their chat, Jungkook sat up and pulled out a sleek metal case from his pocket, taking out a stick of cigarette.

“You mind?” He asked Yoongi, grinning when the elder shook his head lightly.

“Cool. You want one? I rolled it, got some weed in it.” Jungkook said openly, offering a stick to Yoongi, piercing gaze fixed on the elder’s face as if to gauge his reaction.

Yoongi has smoked before. He used to smoke a lot when he first moved to Seoul, felt that it helped to ease the edginess and stress that constantly shadowed his mind. He decided to quit though when he was going through one of his get fit and healthy phase – which didn’t last very long at all but surprisingly, he was able to kick the habit of puffing a few sticks every day. He still smokes one occasionally, but usually only when he’s with company. He’s never smoked weed before though…

Yoongi bit his lip, curiosity tickling at his fingertips.

“I’ve never smoked weed before,” he admitted innocently, looking at Jungkook.

The younger grinned, “I don’t smoke it a lot, but it’s nice to get a buzz going sometimes. Here, try it. There’s only a little mixed in, you’ll be fine.”

Yoongi gave in.

***

By the time Jimin called Yoongi on his phone and told him to come back down, he was starving and seriously ready for lunch. His light buzz had faded completely but had left him with a sudden yearning for kalguksu.

Jungkook has been such good company though and had even fetched him a delicious cup of hot chocolate from the cafeteria when he mentioned that he was craving for it. He wondered why the younger didn’t seem to have to work though.

“Jungkook-ssi -"

“You can call me Kook, hyung. I can call you hyung right?” the younger cut in.

Yoongi beamed, “Yeah, you can call me hyung, Kookie.”

Jungkook snickered, “The hyungs call me Kookie too.”

“Don’t you have to work, Kookie? You’ve been hanging with me for hours.”

“Nah, not much to do right now,” he said vaguely. He pushed himself up from the bench and chirped, “Let’s go before hyung sends out a search and rescue for you.”

Yoongi giggled at the image of a search team storming the roof garden looking for them.

***

The mafia boss gave in to Yoongi’s request for kalguksu, telling him that he knew just the place for it.

The restaurant that Jimin brought him to was really really fancy though and Yoongi felt awkward the moment he stepped into the posh waiting area, but Jimin was clearly a regular as the host bowed and greeted him warmly before leading them to a private room. With his hand clasped in Jimin’s own, Yoongi couldn’t help but feel just a little more at ease.

That ease evaporated instantly when he flipped open the menu and saw the prices, blanching at how in the world kalguksu can be so damn expensive.

“Ji-Jiminie… it’s really expensive…” he whispered across the table, “I – I don’t think I can afford it,” he said, eyes darting to the side as his face heated up. Well he could technically just use what Jimin had given him that night but… he really thinks he should spend his money wisely.

Jimin’s eyes widened at the slightly unexpected comment, “Ahh—”, he said reaching across and lacing his fingers with Yoongi’s own, “Don’t worry about that, baby. Just— get anything you want, they’ll put it on my tab anyway.”

Yoongi looked at Jimin uncertainly, chewing on his bottom lip. He is really hungry and he already smells the delicious broth…

“Okay…” he whispered, “Thank you, Jiminie.”

The mafia boss smiled, pressing a kiss against the back of Yoongi’s hands.

***

Lunch was a pleasant affair.

Yoongi knows that expensive food doesn’t always mean that it’s going to be delicious, but this kalguksu, that he’ll probably only get to try this one time, is freaking amazing.

He moans lowly as he slurps up the last of the soup, dark lashes fluttering close, much to Jimin’s amusement.

“I’ll feed that to you everyday, just to hear that pretty moan,” the young boss said cheekily.

Yoongi blushed, ducking his chin. Heat flooded his cheeks from a combination of shyness at moaning so openly over simple food and the thought of Jimin feeding him everyday.

If only.

“Room for ice-cream?” Jimin asked.

Yoongi’s eyes lit up and he nodded a little shyly, licking his lips in anticipation.

The mafia boss grinned, reaching out to cuff the elder under his chin as he muttered to himself, “Fucking cute,” before pressing the button to call for the server.

When the ice cream was served, Jimin slid it to his side of the table. A smirk grew on his face as he watched Yoongi’s eyes follow the ceramic bowl.

“Want some?”

Yoongi nodded, pretty cat shaped eyes raising to meet Jimin’s, “Yes, please.”

Jimin pushed his chair back from the table, “C’mere,” he said lowly.

The elder’s eyes darkened and a knowing smile pulled at his lips before he stood up and made his way around the table to Jimin. He straddles the man’s lap without being asked, hands reaching out to steady himself on the younger’s shoulder.

Jimin feeds Yoongi his creamy ice cream, one little teaspoon at a time, in between teasing exchanges of sweet, frosty ice-cream kisses.

Yoongi couldn’t stop smiling.

***

By the time they left the restaurant, Yoongi’s tummy was warm and sated. Being the sole focus of Jimin’s undivided attention over lunch has also left him feeling so very special and exceedingly pampered.

He climbed back into Jimin’s lap the moment they slipped into the back of the car, hugging the younger close, “Thank you for lunch, Jiminie. It was sooo delicious.” he said softly.

“Mmh. You’re welcome.” Jimin murmured, nosing the back of Yoongi’s ear.

Yoongi suddenly felt the man tense a little before he pulled back to stare at the elder, a calculating gaze in his eyes.

“Were you smoking on the roof?” Jimin asked, blonde head tilted curiously.

Yoongi’s lips parted in surprise, forming a little circle as a soft “Oh.” escaped him.

“You smell it?” he asked, rubbing behind his ear before he nodded, “Yeah, with Kookie. We were talking about music— do you know we both have such similar taste? It was nice, I haven’t had such a long discussion about music in a while,” he said.

“Huh. Knew I tasted it over ice-cream,” Jimin mumbled almost distractedly. The hint of ashy bitterness was barely there but the mafia boss has always been strangely sensitive to it.

Yoongi rubbed at his lips. “Sorry— Kookie bought me hot chocolate. Thought that would have washed it out and then the kalguksu too. But it was just one stick,” he said in a tiny pout, raising his finger cutely.

“Mmh,” Jimin acknowledged, lips pressed together as he considered his next words carefully. He’s a little annoyed at Jungkook for offering Yoongi a stick when he knows full well how Jimin feels about smoking, and how the mafia boss has been pressing Jungkook to kick the habit.

For all the vices that they deal with, one might be surprised by Jimin’s aversion towards something as mild as smoking tobacco. But it’s precisely because of all the vices that Jimin has seen and dealt with, that he knows first hand of all their effects and what they can do. Not to mention that he seriously hates the ashy aftertaste of cigarette smoke against one's tongue. So the mafia boss keeps to a pretty strict and perhaps, one might even say clean, lifestyle... when it comes to the variants of drugs at least.

And well, as for the vices of sex and alcohol... Those are a little hard to escape.

“Are— are you mad?” Yoongi asked softly, lips downturned at the sides as his fingers grazed over the bare skin of Jimin’s neck.

“Not mad, baby,” he was quick to assure, caressing his palms up the elder’s side.

“But I don’t like it— smoking, I mean. Don’t see the benefits of it at all, think there are better ways for people to relieve their stress if that’s what they’re after,” Jimin said,  “Also, I’d rather not taste an ashtray when I’m kissing someone,” he added candidly with a wry grin on his lips.

Yoongi’s cheeks burned in embarrassment, pretty fingers rubbing at his lips again self-consciously, “Sorry,” he repeated in a hushed whisper, eyes dropping shamefully to Jimin’s chest.

The mafia boss huffed a laugh, tugging the kid closer, “No, baby. Not saying you taste like an ashtray, I meant that generally.”

He pulled back, tilted the elder’s chin up and pecked him on his pouty lips, “It’s a habit? Or just a social thing?” he queried.

“Social. I used to smoke a lot more when I first came to Seoul but I kicked that habit.” Yoongi said quietly.

Jimin hummed then he said seriously, “Yoongi. I told you you’d never have to do anything you don’t want to— and you don’t. But… I want you to stop smoking, socially or otherwise. And regardless of whether you are with me or not. Can you do that?”

Yoongi’s heart clenches at the thought of not being with Jimin. Of course his stupid brain only focuses on that part of Jimin’s words. He’s never really been a big social smoker to begin with, so he doesn’t think it’s going to be a problem. He looks into Jimin’s dark eyes, wants to be so very good for him. He nods obediently and says softly, “Okay, won’t smoke anymore. Promise.”

The mafia boss grins, pleased. He pressed another kiss to the elder’s lips.

“Good boy,” he murmured.

Yoongi squeezes his thighs around Jimin’s waist, buries his blushing face in the crook of the younger’s neck.

***

Taehyung called when Jimin was waiting for Yoongi to come out of the changing room.

The elder had tried to resist Jimin’s attempt to buy him new clothes, telling him with wide, innocent eyes as he shook his head, that he really doesn’t need it. But he eventually gave in when he saw that Jimin was simply not budging.

“I like buying you things, Yoongi. Please, just let me.”

He had initially picked out the cheapest t-shirt and a pair of ripped jeans that he could find. When he went back to Jimin with them, the young boss had took it from his hands and told him to go pick out even more. The elder had done so poutily, mumbling about how those already costs more than his rent. He dragged his feet while Jimin looked on with a bemused expression.

"Yah, who the hells looks so sad about shopping. Get at least ten more outfits so you can try them all out together," Jimin told him before calling for one of the employees to help Yoongi out.

“It’s done?” He asked, the moment he brought the phone to his ear.

“Yeah, I’m going to text you the address. The guys are unpacking everything at the new place now, just the way they found it, but he doesn’t have a lot to begin with so it shouldn’t take too long,” Taehyung reported.

“By the way… Ran into some trouble with Kahou’s boys when we were moving his things out. Had to drop a few bodies, sorry if you hear anything,” his Second added, the low thrum of his voice lacking any sense of remorse at all.

Jimin snorts, “Right. Thanks, Tae.”

“Where are you guys?”

“Apgujeong.”

“Mmh. Jimin-ah… I know you’re having fun doing the happy couple stuff and all, and you told Kook you didn’t want to be disturbed for the rest of the day. But... I’m really going to need you tonight at the meeting with Jiyong. We really need him on our side and I don’t think I can handle him on my own.”

Jimin straightened in his seat, scratches at his jaw, “Yeah, of course. I’ll come back around once I settle him in the new place,” he assured his Second, without missing a beat.

“Okay cool, see you later then."

The changing room door swung open and Yoongi walked back out in Jimin’s clothes, and a high pile of clothes in his hands.

“Yah, you were supposed to come out and show me how they look!” Jimin complained, standing up.

Yoongi froze, “Uhm… they’re just t-shirts and jeans… and well, she gave me these 2 jackets too,” he said, gesturing to the staff who was helping him with the pile of clothes as she brought them to the counter.

“Jiminie… they’re so expensive,” the elder said softly as he approached the younger, wrapping his arms around the other’s waist, lips pursed in a tiny pout.

“You don’t like it?”

Yoongi bites his lip. He actually really really likes the designs and the material is so soft, and the leather jacket looks so sleek… but he’s not used to wearing something that costs more than his rent…

He sighs softly, “I do… but—”

“Then we’re good,” Jimin cuts him off gently, pushing Yoongi’s hair back and kisses his nose.

Yoongi pouts, wrinkling his nose and leaning forward to rest his head against the younger’s shoulder, “Jiminie’s too nice to me,” he said quietly, uncertainty marring his voice.

The mafia boss pauses at the quiet, insecure tone.

“Yoongi-ah.” He said softly into the other’s ear, “I’m going to tell you what I told the guys last night.”

He feels Yoongi turn his face into his neck.

“I don’t know what we’re doing— I picked you up the first night cause you’re cute. I was watching you for a while, couldn’t keep my eyes off you… I’ve never had to pay to get someone to sleep with me though,” he snorts,  “I’ve never brought any of my fucks home and I don’t do relationships. We barely know each other beyond our names, age and little random shit about our lives.”

Yoongi’s fingers tightened around his waist, he presses himself closer.

Jimin ruffles the back of his head, continues, “But I’m very very fond of you, Yoongi. Something about you makes me want to take care of you, protect you, spoil and pamper you like you won’t believe.”

He turns, murmurs against the elder’s ear, “I like making you giggle, gasp and moan. And baby, you’re such a good boy for me, it’s fucking hot.”

Yoongi had wound his arms so tightly around Jimin’s waist that it was veering on painful, but Jimin didn’t mind.

“So while we figure out what exactly this is, will you let me be nice to you and take care of you? Buy you everything that I think you deserve?” He asked quietly, turning to kiss the side of the elder’s head before he added, “Also... I think the staff are eavesdropping on our conversation.”

The unexpected observation coaxed a quiet giggle from Yoongi, who released his hold on Jimin’s waist before pulling back to look him in the eyes. He leaned forward and pressed his lips against Jimin’s, smiled into the kiss unwittingly.

“Okay,” he said simply as he pulled away, “Want— want to talk some more later, please. But not here?”

The mafia boss hummed in agreement, tugged Yoongi towards the counter to pay and get out of the store.

***

After settling into the back of the car, Jimin said, “Alright I’m just going to come right out and tell you something crazy, but like I said, let me take care of you okay?”

Yoongi cocked his head cutely, turning a curious gaze to Jimin, “What is it?”

“Mmh. I got you a new place and Tae has moved all your stuff over. You said you hated your apartment right?”

“… W-what…” Yoongi mumbled, in quiet disbelief.

“Yeah…”

“… What?” The elder repeated, staring at Jimin, hand finding the other's and clasping tight, “I don’t— how much— b-but the lease—”

Yoongi had so many questions running though his mind, where does he start.

Jimin pulled the man close, “It’s in one of my buildings so… you don’t have to pay for it. I’m going to get my guys to look at your lease with Kahou— that’s who you dealt with right? We’ll pay the termination or whatever crap fees if we have to, but I’m pretty sure we’ll find a way to get around that. I don’t want you to worry about him, baby... Let me deal with it okay? … I really didn’t want you staying there anymore. It’s not safe.”

Yoongi’s not sure how he feels about Jimin just swooping in and carting him into a new life, with expensive food, new clothes and a fucking apartment. He feels… he feels… overwhelmed.

“Are you pissed?” Jimin suddenly asked.

Pissed? He supposes maybe some people would be, but Yoongi… Yoongi can’t deny the spark of delight, the shy, joyful happiness that’s bubbling deep under the mess of his emotions, at Jimin’s extravagant gestures in his attempt to take care of Yoongi. It feels a little too much like the idle daydreams that he used to fantasize about, of meeting a prince charming who will sweep him off his feet.

“No… Not pissed,” he said softly, fingers tracing the veins on the back of Jimin’s hand.

“Overwhelmed,” he mumbled. He rests his head against Jimin’s shoulder, exhales a soft sigh.

***

“The apartment is really homely and nice.” Yoongi thought silently, biting his lower lip.

Light wood flooring and powder blue walls, with simple and modern furnishings. It’s clean and bright. Unlike his apartment. His old apartment.

A high, fluffy queen sized bed sits in the middle of what Yoongi presumes is the master bedroom. There are two toilets in this apartment. He has an ensuite.

Jimin’s guys had unpacked his things and were clearing out the boxes. He casts an eye over the place, it looks like they brought everything from his old place, even the dirty but comfy old throw that he leaves by the sofa is now sitting on the new plushy grey couch.

Even his withering plant sits by the window sill.

Yoongi turns to Jimin, bottom lip jutting out, puss-in-the-boots eyes fixed on the younger, “It’s so nice…” he said so very softly, in pout.

Jimin grins, hugging the elder to his side as he surveys the space, “It really is, huh. I’m glad you like it.”

“I love it,” he whispers in a trembly voice.

***

“You’re working tomorrow?” Jimin asked, leaning against the counter and watching as Yoongi made them some tea.

“Mmhmm. I have full day shifts for the rest of this week, then the hotel needs me for the weekend,” he replies, pouring boiling water into the mugs.

“Jiminie… I know you said that I don’t have to pay rent. But I want to— I want a rental agreement for this place.” He said quietly, staring down at the mug as he fluffed the teabag.

“Okay, I’ll get it drawn up.” Jimin agrees easily. He senses the slight discomfort and the last thing he wants is to take away from Yoongi’s sense of independence. There are other ways for him to spoil the kid.

“Thank you,” he says sweetly, gummy smile on his face as he pushed Jimin’s cup to him.

“I know you said you wanted to talk a little more, but I’ve got a meeting to get to so I need to run in a bit,” Jimin tells the elder.

“Oh… I wanted to have dinner with you.” Yoongi said sadly, lips pulled down at the corners.

“Sorry, baby. Tomorrow, perhaps? I’ll call you.” Jimin suggested, leaning across the counter to kiss Yoongi lightly.

After their tea was cleared away, their goodbyes took a while. Yoongi clung on tightly, reluctant to let Jimin go. He was irrationally afraid of the thought of waking up alone just to find that the last two nights were a dream.

“5 more minutes, please,” He mumbled against the younger’s neck.

Jimin laughed, caressing his back, “That’s like the third 5 more minutes, baby.”

Yoongi’s thin arms wrapped around his back tightened even further, not letting up at all.

The mafia boss was minded to just let his baby have his way for a while, but his phone rang at that moment, the loud ringtone echoing against the silence of the apartment.

“Yeah.” He said as he picked up the call with a swipe.

“Hyung— we really need to go.” Jinhyuk’s voice came over the line, a little urgently.

“Yeah, one minute.”

After he slipped the phone back into his pocket, Jimin gave the elder one last squeeze before reaching back to tug his arms arms away, against pitiful sounds of protest.

Jimin chuckled and pressed a firm kiss against Yoongi’s chapped lips, “Don’t pout, baby. Tell you what. I’ll give you a ring when I’m done. If it’s not too late and you’re still awake, we can maybe go for supper. Okay?”

Yoongi’s face brightened instantly, a tiny smile pulling at his lips. He gave Jimin a quick peck, “Okay.”

***

The meeting with Jiyong lasted throughout the night.

While the Park family has always ruled the streets of Seoul, and even more so after the death of Jimin’s parents, there are still pockets of territories that are in the hands of other old families.

Families that Jimin’s parents had a good relationship with, people that were all like brothers to Jimin’s appa. People that had also stood by Jimin’s side when the Park heirs hunted down the scumbag family that had taken out his parents that fateful night.

But sometimes, even brothers fight and there’s been a turf war brewing amongst these families over the last year.

If he’s honest, it really doesn’t concern Jimin as long as they stay within their lines. He really doesn’t care who runs what and what they do within those lines. He really doesn’t care who runs what and what they do within those lines. But when these fights start to spill beyond their territories and start to rile up Jimin’s areas, sparking unnecessary revolts, that’s where he gets annoyed.

So he’s stepping in and reaching out to the other family with the most influence after the Parks to rein the rest in — The Kwons.

The Kwon family holds just a couple of areas north of the Hangang river. The areas are small but strategic with the best access to the main ports of Seoul, so there is always someone eyeing them and the Kwons need to hold firm.

But the real strength of the influence of the Kwon family runs deep under the streets of Busan, where Jimin is keen to expand.  He thinks this may be the perfect opportunity for him to scratch Kwon Jiyong’s back here in Seoul and get something in return in Busan.

Jiyong is a reasonable man and as the negotiations flowed after a couple of drinks in, Jimin finds that he really likes the guy. He’s sharp, discerning and pretty damn shrewd, and that’s a quality that the mafia boss has always appreciated.  So the conversations had gone on longer than he thought it would, but it was going well. Namjoon and Taehyung looked pleased, perhaps even a little relieved.

Jiyong said he would like Jimin to come down to Busan for a few days, speak with his father.

The mafia boss is happy to agree.  He thinks their families are going to work well together.

He doesn’t miss the frequent glances that Jiyong casts towards Taehyung throughout the evening though, and hopes that wouldn’t cause any unnecessary problems.

***

By the time Jimin had the chance to look at his phone, it was already way past 12 and Yoongi’s messages sat amongst the list of notifications on his screen.

[7:08pm]

I went to the store and got A LOT of ramyeon. See.

[7:08pm]

[image]

[8:01pm]

I ate ramyeon. See.

[8:01pm]

[image]

Jimin snorts at the adorable picture of his baby slurping ramyeon.

[9:45pm]

The apartment is really quiet… I hope your meeting is going well!

[11:05pm]

It’s 11:00pm… baby’s tired but I really want to go have supper with you. ˚ ‧ º·(˚ ˃̣̣̥ ⌓˂̣̣̥ ) ‧ º·˚  Are you almost done?

[11:40pm]

Wish you could hug me to sleep, Jiminie. (◞ ‸ ◟ㆀ)

[11:40pm]

[image]

Jimin’s heart clenches at the picture of a pouting Yoongi, round cheek smushed against the pillow, a soft, pleading look in his pretty eyes. Yoongi looks tired though and considering how little they slept last night, he’d rather that his baby rests for the night instead of bringing him out for supper.

<Ahh, such a pretty baby. Are you still awake?>

The reply is almost instantaneous.

[12:45am]

YES! Can we go for supper now??

<It’s really late, baby. And you look so tired, don’t you want to just go to sleep?>

[12:48am]

(◞ ‸ ◟ㆀ) Can’t sleep. Want to see you…

[1:09am]

( 。 •́ ︿ •̀ 。 ) Jiminie?

***

“I’ll be about an hour. Go grab some food and come back around?” Jimin said.

“Okay hyung. We’ll head to Gimgane just around the corner. Want us to pack your favourite?” Jinhyuk asked the mafia boss.

“I’m good. Get it for Namjoon and the rest though. Everyone will probably be too wired to sleep for a while.” Jimin said before getting out of the car.

He hurries across the lobby, says a soft thanks to the woman holding the lift.

She lowers her eyes immediately in recognition, bows a little.

Jimin smiles tightly.

When he raps loudly against Yoongi's door, he could hear scrambling noises from inside the apartment. He covers the peephole with his palm on a whim, wonders what his baby will do if someone were to come knocking in the middle of the night.

He hears shuffling, the sounds of locks immediately starting to slide open before it goes silent.

He smirks. He’s seriously going to flick Yoongi hard if he’s reckless enough to just open the door.  No sense of self-preservation at all, this kid.

Silence.

Huh, interesting.

He knocks again, harder this time.

He feels his phone buzz in his pants. Good thing he silenced it for the meeting.

<Baby calling…>

He grins. Lets it ring.

[1:33am]

Jiminie… where are you? ( ╥ _ ╥ ) Someone’s knocking on my door and I can’t see who it is!!

[1:34am]

Jiminie!!!! ( ╥ _ ╥ ) I’m going to call the police. I’m scared.

Jimin snorts. Time to call it off before his friends storm the place.

“Yah, baby it’s me. Open up,” He calls out, knocking again as he removes his hand from the peephole.

The scrambling starts again before the locks turn and the door is flung open.

“JIMINIE!" Yoongi cries out, throwing his arms around the mafia boss, “Were you trying to scare me?? Why are you so mean!!!!” He moans pitifully. He hops up and wraps his legs around the younger’s waist, trusting the mafia boss to carry him as he clung to Jimin like a baby koala.

Jimin laughs, stumbling a little at the sudden extra weight before he steadied himself, grasping Yoongi’s bottom and hitching him up as he walked into the apartment with his baby koala, kicking the door shut.

Still chuckling, he said, “Good job, baby. I was testing to see if you were reckless enough to just open the door in the middle of the night to anyone. Just like how you walked into Dionysus and tried to sell this pretty ass to anyone,” he teased, squeezing Yoongi’s pert little ass.

Yoongi nips at his neck playfully, “Stop using that against me… you scared me, Jiminie.”

Jimin grins, turning to kiss at a fluffy cheek, “I’m sorry, baby. But you did well hmm, I’m proud of you.”

Yoongi hugs him tighter, “You didn’t reply my messages, I thought you had to go back to the meeting again.”

The mafia boss settles them down on top of the covers of Yoongi’s bed, the elder still clinging to him.

“Thought I’d surprise you. And how can I go back to the meeting after you sent that fucking adorable picture.” He murmured.

He taps the elder’s ass, “I’d hug you and fall sleep here together but you know how I feel about sleeping without showering. It’s already killing me to lie on your bed in my grimy clothes.”

Yoongi giggles against Jimin’s shoulder, breathing in the younger’s scent. He still smells nice, the underlying scent of cardamom and cedar, something that Yoongi has quickly come to associate with the notion of safe protection and warmth.

“I don’t mind,” he quips.

“Yeah, cause you’re a dirty little brat. Did you shower just now, huh? Or did you just change into your pjs like a lazy boy?” Jimin questioned, pinching the elder’s waist.

“Nooo, I showered!!!” Yoongi said, screeching as he twisted away from Jimin’s ticklish fingers.

Jimin snickered, hugging the elder close again and nosing at his temple.

“How was the meeting?” Yoongi asked quietly, fingers tracing at the dark butterfly tattoos. He really likes Jimin’s ink.

“Mmh. Really good. We have to go to Busan for about a week though, meet a few more people.” Jimin mumbled, eyes already closed even as his hands continue to run gently up and down Yoongi’s back.

“Oh. When are you going?” Yoongi asked.

“In a couple of hours actually.”

Yoongi sighed at the thought of not getting to see Jimin again for awhile, “I’ll miss you…” He’s getting awfully attached, maybe it is a good thing that Jimin is going away.

The mafia boss grinned, “You can text me all you want, I’ll call you too hmm.”

Jimin does end up semi-cuddling Yoongi to sleep, even though he refused the elder’s attempt to get closer under the covers. The kid was obviously exhausted and it didn’t take long before he fell into a deep slumber.

The mafia boss untangles his limbs from Yoongi, drops a kiss against his soft cheek before leaving the room.

He leaves a note, locks the door quietly behind him with the extra key that Yoongi had slipped into his hand earlier.

***

With Jimin down in Busan, they don’t see each other for the next week and a half.

Yoongi fell back into his normal routine, save that he now lived in a much nicer apartment. His neighbours are friendly too, even though he’s only met a few of them so far.

He also went for the interview at the music store and was told that they will come back to him in a couple of days. The boss, Hyunwoo, is really nice and super knowledgeable about music. Yoongi really hopes they give him the job.

Then he’d quit the damn restaurant.

Jimin being away in Busan didn’t mean that they stopped talking though. The young boss had said that Yoongi could text him all he wanted… so he did.

[3:45pm]

Saw a cute kitten. See.

[Image]

[1:21pm]

Had really yummy kalguksu. Was only ₩ 5,000!!! See.

[Image]

[11:13am]

Jiminie, what’s your favourite color? Mine is blue.

[5:45pm]

I went for the interview at the music store!! I think they liked me… but I have to wait for a few days to know if they’ll give me the job. I hope I get it!! ( ๑ ˃̵ᴗ˂̵ ) و

[3:16am]

Had a nightmare, Jiminie… Wish you were here. ε=ε=( っ *´ □ `) っ

<Jiminie calling…>

[8:11am]

Thank you for calling, Jiminie. (´,,•ω•,,)♡ ❤

[10:29am]

Please tell Kookie I found the CD he wanted!! Actually, can I have his number please?

[10:21pm]

Really miss you, Jiminie. When are you coming home?

Jimin didn’t always respond to him immediately, but he made it a point to call Yoongi every night, even on days that he couldn’t speak for very long.

Their calls quickly became the favourite part of Yoongi’s day.

***

The day that Jimin was due back in Seoul, Yoongi was bouncing off the walls. He worked the early shift and was back home by late afternoon.

Jimin had said he would be arriving around 4:00pm and will come by Yoongi’s apartment after. With Seoul’s rush hour traffic, it’ll probably be late evening at the earliest, by the time Jimin arrives. It gives Yoongi sufficient time to prepare dinner for them. He knows that Jimin likes his meat dishes, so he’s going to make dakgalbi with a side serving of salad.

Then he hopes that they will spend the rest of the night in bed. He had cleaned himself very thoroughly. He considered shaving himself to make sure he’s smooth again for Jimin, but he … wanted Jimin to do it for him. He likes the warm feeling that curls around his heart when Jimin takes care of him.

Yoongi has not come in over a week thought and is desperately horny. Jimin had made him edge himself during their call two nights ago and the elder had almost died, begging for permission to stop stroking himself. His balls are so heavy and full.

If Jimin decides to fuck him tonight, he’s not sure how long he’ll last and hopes the younger will not tease him for too long.

[4:45pm]

Just left the airport. See you soon, baby.

Yoongi sends a quick text back.

<◦ °˚\(* ❛ ‿ ❛ )/˚° ◦ I’m making dinner!!!>

[4:49pm]

Can’t wait. :)

Yoongi decides to tease.

<I also showered and cleaned myself everywhere. ٩ ( ● ˙ ▿ ˙ ● ) ۶ … ⋆ ฺ >

[4:51pm]

… Good to know.

[4:51pm]

Are you smooth everywhere as well?

Yoongi flushed.

<No… ( ๑ •́ ‧̫ •̀ ๑ ) Want you to do it for me, please?>

[4:53pm]

Okay, baby.

Yoongi grins excitedly. He can’t wait to see Jimin again.

***

Just as he’s switched off the fire, Yoongi hears the turning of his locks, the door opening and closing with a click.

“Hey baby, I’m here,” Jimin calls out, the sound of the mafia boss kicking off his boots echoing in the doorway.

“Hi Jiminie, are you hungry yet?” Yoongi asks, his voice happy and bright while he sets the table.

Strong arms circle his waist and he’s embraced in an affectionate hug, the familiar smell of cardamom and cedar filling his nose. A gummy smile spreads across his face instantly.

“Hi, now that smile’s a sight for sore eyes,” Jimin rasped, kissing Yoongi’s rosy cheek as he squeezed the elder tight.  Yoongi turns in Jimin’s arms, pursed his lips asking for a kiss.

Jimin grins and obliges. He kisses Yoongi tenderly and sweetly, biting and sucking on his lips softly before slipping his tongue into his pouty mouth, squeezing the elder’s bottom as breathy little gasps fall from his lips. Yoongi’s fingers dig into Jimin’s neck and he presses himself closer. He sucks on the younger’s pillowy lips, hums in quiet satisfaction. Their kisses get wetter and more intense as Jimin kisses the elder deeper, their tongues sliding sweetly against each other’s.

“Tastes so fucking good, baby,” Jimin husks, thumb rubbing circles against his baby’s smooth jaw before he lunges back in to suck on plump lips.

Yoongi starts grinding against the young boss unconsciously, whimpering at the pleasurable friction as his cock quickly fills up and stiffens. His hips then stutter to a stop and he pulls his lips away, hiding his face in Jimin’s shoulder as he tries to calm down, panting heavily.

But Jimin doesn’t let up. He traps the elder against the table between his arms, bites and sucks on the sensitive spot behind Yoongi’s ear.

His baby keens.

Jimin then nudges Yoongi’s legs apart with a leather clad thigh.

“Spread them,” he growls against the curve of Yoongi’s ear and a whimper spills from reddened, pouty lips. His baby’s arms tighten around his neck but he spreads his legs obediently, letting out a low and dirty moan when Jimin grinds a strong muscled thigh up against his hardening bulge.

Heat prickles under Yoongi's skin and arousal floods his veins. He’s fucking overwhelmed.

Jimin’s mouth latches on to the soft skin on Yoongi’s neck, starts to work a bruise into the pretty white canvas, his palm slipping under the kid’s shirt and rubbing up against heated skin. He continues to press his thigh against the heated warmth of Yoongi’s clothed cock, grinding up softly and loving the desperate moans falling from the other’s parted lips.

Yoongi whimpers, keening lowly from the back of his throat even as his hips try to back away from the intense and pleasurable friction of Jimin’s thigh, but he’s trapped against the table with his legs vulnerably spread and there’s nowhere to run.

“Sir— S-sir, p-please please, going to come. P-please,” he begs.

Jimin grins at the desperate pleas, kissing his baby’s rosy red cheek hard before pulling his thigh back, letting Yoongi breathe a little easier. He considered picking the elder up and just taking him to the room to fuck him now, but he thinks there are a couple of things that they should talk about first.

Jimin has always had a dominant streak in him which carries over into his sexual preference. He  likes to lead, to control and tends to gravitate towards people that are softer, more pliant and submissive in nature.  While he’s not into the heavy Dom/Sub scene, he has occasionally picked his hook ups from a low-key BDSM club just by Dionysus.

Yoongi on the other hand, is a lot purer and more innocent despite being a little older. From the way that he reacts so very naturally and obediently to Jimin’s words and directions (even beyond their sexual scenes) tells Jimin that the elder is a submissive through and through. Jimin doesn’t think that Yoongi knows very much about the Dom/Sub scene though, and thinks that his reactions are more instinctive than anything else.

So Jimin needs to make sure that Yoongi understands and is going to be okay with some of the things that Jimin wants to explore with his baby. He needs to know where exactly the boundaries are, and thinks they should continue that long overdue chat that started during their shopping trip, before they do anything further.

After their breaths had slowed back to their regular pace, their arms still wrapped softly around each other, Jimin looked down and chuckled at the large, wet patch against Yoongi’s soft cotton pants, his cock tenting the soft material of his pants almost obscenely.  Yoongi flushed when he realised where Jimin’s gaze had landed, pulls himself closer to hide against the younger who smirked. In a swift move, he hitches the elder up to wrap his thighs around him, hands grabbing at his soft bottom before walking them towards Yoongi’s ensuite and settling him on top of the marble counter.

He leaves the bathroom then comes back with a small bag in hand.

“Got you something, before I forget about it,” he said as he places the bag in Yoongi’s lap before he starts to tug off his clothing. Yoongi’s eyes flitter between the stripping mafia boss and the small but heavy box inside the bag. He casts an appreciative eye over Jimin’s body as he sheds his clothes, revealing the beautiful ink canvas against strong muscles, his pretty lips going a little slack.

The mafia boss catches his slack jawed look and he huffs a laugh before saying, “Open the box, baby.”

Yoongi straightens up, licks his lips before turning his attention back to the bag which he now realises says Rolex on the front. He frowns. He pulls out the dark box out and flips it open, letting out a tiny gasp at the shiny, sparkling watch sitting on the small pillow. I t’s like Jimin’s but just a little smaller with a sleeker design. It’s so pretty.

“Jiminie…” Yoongi whispers, “What’s— For— for me?”

“Mmh. You said your watch broke right,” the young boss said casually as he stepped into the shower and pulled the glass door shut, the shower turning on.

“Yeah my ₩ 20,000 watch…” he mumbled under his breath. He had only mentioned it in passing during one of their calls, telling Jimin about how annoying it was that he had to keep pulling out his phone to check the time.

He strokes the face of the watch with his finger. It’s really so pretty… Again, as with all the things that Jimin buys him, this small watch alone probably costs as much as his half year rental.

He’s been struggling with wanting to maintain his whole independence, to not get swept into Jimin’s extravagantly luxurious world. Yet Yoongi has always been so very soft for the pretty things and honestly, he's really been loving the low thrum of delight that tickles under his skin at being at the receiving end of Jimin’s attention and pampering. He picks up Jimin’s watch that he had placed on the counter as he was stripping, places the two Rolex side by side.

They look like they got matching watches, Yoongi thought gleefully and tried to smother the giggly laughter that escaped from his lips.

The glass door swings open, steam billowing out as Jimin emerges, unabashedly naked, wet and fucking hot.

Yoongi swallows, “Towels in there,” he croaks out, pointing to the cabinet.

A towel wrapped around his waist, Jimin focuses his attention back to Yoongi, “You like it?”

Yoongi smiles shyly and nods, “Uh huh… It’s really pretty… thank you, Jiminie. But you really didn’t have to… I was just ranting that day and my watch was like, ₩ 20,000!!”

Jimin grins, pleased, “I know I didn’t have to, I wanted to.” He puts the watch away, leans forward and kisses the elder, feels Yoongi’s lips stretch into a wide and happy smile. He tugs the soft sweater off his baby, then lifts him off effortlessly from the counter.

“C’mon, take your pants off,” he orders, patting Yoongi’s hips before grabbing the supplies and sitting down on the closed toilet seat.

Yoongi blushes, quickly does as he’s told.

Jimin pulls him between his legs, wipes him down before rubbing the foaming cream into his skin before shaving him with quick but careful swipes.

“Baby can’t do this yourself?” He asks softly, glancing quickly up at Yoongi before looking back down.

The elder flushed, hands fidgeting behind his back, “I— can, but— wanted you to do it for me, sir.”

Jimin murmurs lowly, “Baby’s spoiled, huh?”

Yoongi’s cheeks darken further, shrugs a little shyly, “It feels good when sir takes care of me… I like it.” he mumbles.

Jimin grins to himself. When he’s done, he wipes Yoongi down then gives him a little smack on his bottom, “Alright, go wash baby.”

Yoongi pecked him on the lips, “Thank you, sir.”

***

Yoongi steps back into the room wrapped in a fluffy white towel. Jimin was slipping on a pair of sweats and broke into a smile at the sight of the elder swaddled in the giant fluffy towel. He  stops Yoongi when he sees him reaching for another pair of cotton pants.

“No pants, baby. It’s going to come right off anyway,” he says lowly, cheeky smirk on his face.

Yoongi blushes, pulls the bottom of his oversized sweater further down his milky white thighs as he shuffles on his feet by the dresser.

“C’mere,” Jimin beckons him forward to where he had settled on the edge of the bed. Once Yoongi is near, he tugs the elder in by the back of his thighs, lifting the slighter man onto his lap.

“Doing okay?” He asks lowly, kissing a fluffy cheek.

Yoongi nods, hugs Jimin close, “Really missed you... Will you fuck me tonight, sir?”

“Mmh. Baby’s eager huh? Want me to open up your pretty little hole with my fingers? Slowly and gently,” Jimin murmurs lowly, “then fuck into you so deeply you’ll feel me for days hmm.”

Yoongi shivers, squeezes Jimin between his thighs as he mouths wetly against Jimin’s neck. He pressed his fingers so hard into the younger’s back that he’s sure it leaves little pink crescents.

“Yes, please,” he whispers in a breathy moan.

The mafia boss chuckles lowly, “Going to make you a whimpering, wet mess.”

He pats Yoongi’s hip, "But before that, I want to talk to you about your limits and boundaries first, okay?”

Yoongi lifts his head, looks at Jimin curiously, “Limits and boundaries?”

“Mmh,” Jimin nods, humming. Well, he guesses now’s as good a time as any. He leans back against the bed, spreads his arms behind him and looks up at the elder, “There are... some things that I’d want to try with you. Need to make sure you understand what we’re doing, where your limits are so I know not to cross them.”

Yoongi bites on his bottom lip, uncertain look painted across his face.

“Don’t look so worried,” Jimin chuckles, cuffing Yoongi under his chin, “It’s just like our calls the past week, I’ll ask you some questions, you answer, you can ask me questions too. Okay?”

Yoongi pursed his lips adorably, gives a slight nod, “Okay.”

Jimin lifts him off his lap, settles against the head of the bed before pulling the elder between his legs to rest against his chest. He slips his arms under the soft sweater, wraps them around Yoongi’s thin waist.

“Ahh— baby you made dinner. You hungry? Want to eat first?” Jimin suddenly asks.

Yoongi shakes his head, “Want to talk— but,” he turns around to catch the younger’s gaze, “Jiminie’s not hungry?”

The mafia boss kisses his cheek, “No, I’m good for now.”

Yoongi grins and flips back around, snuggling against Jimin’s chest, holding on to his hands around his waist.

“Okay, I know you’re a virgin, kind of. Tell me what you’ve done before. Baby said you're good at blowjobs?” Jimin said lowly, nosing the back of Yoongi’s ear.

Yoongi squirms, nods shyly, “Yes— you liked it right, sir? When I sucked you? Even though I couldn’t suck you all the way down...” he said with a little pout, “sir’s really big.”

The mafia boss grins silently, “You have the prettiest mouth. I loved it when you sucked me,” he agrees.

Yoongi beams, cheeks a dusty pink.

“Go on, what else?” Jimin nudges.

“Uhm... rimming? I had an ex-boyfriend who really liked to eat me out... You know, I’m not like a virgin virgin, sir. I.. I’ve used dildos before? But they’re small... not— not thick like sir’s cock,” he trails off softly.

Jimin tightens his arms around the elder at the slight shakiness of his voice that had almost gone unnoticed, “It scares you?”

Yoongi suddenly turns around, hiding his face in Jimin’s neck as he hugs the man. T he mafia boss feels the heated flush from his baby’s cheeks.

“I— I know it’s silly... I really really can’t wait for you to fuck me. Want to feel you inside me, Jiminie. Really,” Yoongi mumbles against his skin and squeezes Jimin’s waist, “But— but it was painful that time... what if— what if I’m not good enough?”

“Good enough?”

“Not good enough cause I can’t take your cock...” he says in a small voice, “and make you feel good. But— but I will try okay, even if it’s painful. Promise I’ll make it good for you this time.”

Jimin’s heart stops.

“Baby,” Jimin says quietly, so very seriously, “I want you to listen to me, and listen well.”

Yoongi’s breath hitched at the gravely voice, hugged Jimin tighter.

The mafia boss exhales softly, runs his palm up the elder’s back, grips the back of his neck and squeezes lightly, “First times can be painful if you don’t take your time or prep enough, and I will always be sorry for leaving you that memory.”

Yoongi voices a protest, “It’s not—”

Jimin pinches his ear, “Yah, did I not say to listen?”

The elder pouts, then presses his lips together. He listens.

“But we’ll prep you a lot more this time round, take my time to stretch you out on my fingers until you’re begging to come even before I fuck you,” he said teasingly.

Yoongi tenses, presses his hips down against Jimin.

Jimin continues softly, “I’m not going to tell you it’ll definitely not be painful at all. Some people are just more sensitive and it’ll sting but that will fade... And baby, you’re supposed to feel good from it. If you’re not, then I’m not doing it right, not you,” he ends off wryly.

“So please, I never want you to get hurt just to make me feel good. It doesn’t work that way, baby. Okay?” Jimin murmurs against the curve of Yoongi’s ear.

“Okay.” Yoongi repeated in a soft whisper.

“And no lying to me about it if it’s painful, you hear?” The young boss said, palm sliding down to tap at his baby’s ass in a gentle warning.

The elder nuzzles at the mafia boss’ shoulder, “Yes, sir,” he mumbles.

Jimin pulls Yoongi back, kisses his forehead, “Okay. Blowjobs, rimming, dildos. What else? Were there things you did that you liked or found hot? Things that made you come hard? Things that you don’t like?”

Yoongi shrugs, a little embarrassedly, “Uhm. I liked it when I got rimmed? What else is there? I mean… it’s nice when I get to come? And... I really like kissing. Love love love it, you like kissing me right, sir? I’m good?” he asks innocently, sitting back up to look at Jimin.

Jimin tugs the elder back into a hug, laughs softly into his shoulder, “Nice when you get to come… seriously,” he repeats in a bemused tone as he shakes his head, “but yes, I do love kissing you. I said you’re a really good kisser remember?” he teased before pulling back and drawing Yoongi into a sweet kiss.

His baby grins.

He turns Yoongi back around, hugs him to his chest again before continuing, “Hmm.. what else you ask? ... Bondage? Never been tied up? Blindfolds? Spanking? Whipping? Chastity device?”

Yoongi starts shaking his head, with increasing intensity, with each word that falls from Jimin’s mouth.

“Noooo— sir those sound like punishments!” Yoongi says in pout, leaning his head back to try and catch Jimin’s gaze.

The mafia boss chuckles, “Some people like things like that. They can be sexy.”

“Whipping? Chastity?” Yoongi asks skeptically.

Jimin grins, “Why not. Don’t kink shame people. I see you agree that bondage and spanking can be sexy then?” he commented in a playful tone.

Yoongi wriggles from Jimin’s hold to turn and face him again, “You want to whip me and put me in a chastity device?” he asks, eyes widening.

The mafia boss laughs brightly, cupping the elder’s fluffy cheeks, “No, baby. Don’t worry, you’re safe on those. Spanking and bondage though..” he trails off.

Yoongi pursed his lips, “But spanking sounds like I did something wrong... Like when you flicked me really hard,” he mumbles, rubbing his nose at the memory before continuing, “I’ve never been tied up though… I guess... I think it can be sexy?”

He imagines Jimin tying him up, being helpless and vulnerable under his strong hands. Letting Jimin touch him, tease him, all over.

Yoongi swallows. Yeah that’s hot.

He glances back up at Jimin, sees an amused look on his face.

“Were you just thinking of me tying you up?” He teased with a knowing glint in his eyes.

Yoongi flushed, “It’s hot,” he admits as Jimin grins.

The mafia boss then said, “Spanking can be hot too, y’know. There’s punishment spanking and fun spanking, depending on whether you’re a good boy or not,” a soft smirk on his lips.

Yoongi giggles, “Sir does like to spank my bottom, I noticed…”

Jimin snorts, “Baby, those are love taps cause you have such a cute little ass. Not spanks.”

The elder bursts into giggly laughter, “Then I’m going to be such a good boy. You won’t ever have the chance to spank me,” he said with a mischievous grin.

Jimin grins, pinching Yoongi’s waist, “Cheeky.”

He shifted the kid, hitched his legs across his thigh, palm caressing up soft, ivory skin as he hums thoughtfully, “Lingerie?”

Yoongi rests his head against Jimin’s shoulder, gives a light shrug, “Never tried them.”

“Orgasm denial?”

Yoongi straightens up, bites his lip as he turns an interested gaze to the younger, gives an imperceptible nod of his head, “Like edging?” he asks softly, “like that night..?”

Jimin’s lips quirked up, “Like that night.”

“That was hot...” Yoongi agrees, “But... also drove me crazy.”

The mafia boss chuckles lowly, kisses his baby’s temple, “I like edging you. So fucking pretty when you’re desperate.”

Yoongi blushed a lovely pink, turns his face into Jimin’s neck.

Jimin hugs him close, impossibly endeared by his baby, “Okay, anything else you want to ask?”

He feels the kid shake his head, soft hair brushing against the side of his face as he hugs Jimin back tightly.

“One last thing then. You’ve been such a good boy for me, Yoongi… and you always listen so well,” Jimin murmurs, “but I want to make sure we’re on the same page so I’m going to lay down three important rules and I want you to tell me if you can keep to them. Okay?”

Yoongi lifts his head from the safe comfort of Jimin’s shoulder, leans back to catch his gaze. Jimin’s arms are wrapped warmly around his waist, the look in his dark eyes gentle and kind.

“Okay,” he replies, with a little nod.

“This is the most important— I want you to always be honest with me, no lying. White lies, half truths, lying by omission— none of those at all. Can you do that?”

Yoongi rubs at his little button nose and nods, “No lying, or you’ll flick my little nose?” He asks in pout.

Jimin resisted the urge to coo, bites the inside of his cheek, “Pretty sure I said I’ll spank you so hard you’ll have to go bottomless for a week,” he recounted with a little smirk.

“For every lie?” Yoongi asked, with eyes widened and parted lips.

Jimin arched a brow, “You planning to lie a lot?”

His baby shakes his head vigorously, “No— no lying.”

The mafia boss pressed his lips together, suppressing a smile, “Okay, good.”

“You won’t lie to me, too?” Yoongi suddenly asked, eyes dropping to Jimin’s chest, fingers tracing the lines of coloured ink.

Jimin stares at his baby, pretty dark lashes fanning across his soft round cheeks, his lips cutely pursed. Yoongi’s question gives him pause.

“There are… things about the work I do, that you don’t have to know about. So there may be times where I don’t or won’t tell you things but it’s because I’m trying to protect you. But anything that involves you and I, I won’t lie to you too. Okay?” He said, cuffing Yoongi’s chin to meet his eyes.

Yoongi isn’t that naive, he knows there are scary things that Jimin does and he’s happy to not know everything about them. He trusts Jimin to protect him.

The elder looks up with a tiny, cheeky smile, “Okay, and if sir lies, I can spank you too, right?”

Jimin throws his head back in laughter before he fixes Yoongi with a dark gaze, “No. Spanking is only for you, baby. You think a spanking will work on me?”

Yoongi pouts with a shake of his head, “My hand will probably hurt more.”

The mafia boss snorts.

Yoongi looks at Jimin with a narrowed gaze, “I will think of a punishment.”

Jimin grins, “You do that.” He plants a kiss against pouty lips again before continuing.

“Alright, then I want you to remember three colours, red, yellow and green. Do you know what the colours mean?”

Yoongi quirks his head to the side, “Like the traffic light? Stop, wait and go?”

Jimin smiles, “Exactly. Those are your safe words. We may sometimes do things that get really intense, or things that you perhaps have never experienced before. When you’re in a certain headspace, it may become difficult to voice your thoughts. I need to know how you’re doing though… so I will ask you for your colours. Red means to stop everything I’m doing, yellow means you need me to slow down, you need some time and green means you’re enjoying the fuck out of it and to please keep going.”

Yoongi giggles at his last words, round cheeks flushing, “Okay sir, will remember my colours.”

“Last rule—” Jimin says lowly, “No coming unless I say you can. If you come without my permission, I’ll spank you. And then I wont let you come again for a month.”

Yoongi shivers at the deep, authoritative tone, cock twitching under his oversized sweater, his hands squeezing Jimin’s waist. He hides his face back against the younger’s shoulder, asks softly, “W-what if— but what if I can’t help it? Like— like if sir edges me really hard and I can’t hold it back or… or maybe it happens so quickly or it’s an accident. I don’t want to be bad.”

Jimin hums, “Do you trust me, baby?”

The elder nods immediately, “Yes sir.”

“Then trust me to be able to read you well and know your limits okay? I’m not imposing this rule just to punish you or trap you into being bad, baby” he snickers softly, caressing up Yoongi’s smooth back, “I already know that you’re a very good boy… you realise you already ask me for permission every time?” He asks with a grin.

Yoongi nods against Jimin’s shoulder, “It felt right… Sir likes it when I’m polite.”

“See, always so perfect for me.”

Jimin feels the heat from his baby’s cheek, the stretch of his smile against his skin.

“Okay!” He pipes up, patting Yoongi’s hips, “Now, does baby want to eat first or come first?”

Yoongi giggled, “Want to come first, please,” he whispers before a soft gasp falls from his lips when Jimin slips a hand under his oversized sweater and starts fondling him gently.

The mafia boss lifts the elder, turns and lays him down on the bed before slotting their lips together, drawing him into a sweet kiss, tongues swirling and licking against each other. He continues to fondle Yoongi’s smooth balls, fingers slipping further down to tease at his rim.

Yoongi gasps into the kiss, spreads his legs wider without being asked.

Jimin ends the kiss with a nip against Yoongi’s jaw, reaches down to tug his sweater up over his head, fluffing his hair before the elder sinks back into the soft pillows.

“Turn around, baby,” he murmurs, stripping off his own sweats.

Yoongi flips around on his front, hugs the fluffy pillow to his chest and grinds down softly, hums at how good it feels to rut against the downy sheets.

Jimin mouths across the little moles on his baby's milky white shoulder, trails butterfly kisses down the smooth arch of his back, licks at the cute dimple just above his perky little bottom. He reached out for the lube sitting on the bedside table but then instead of uncapping it, places it down beside Yoongi.

He leans down, licks the soft skin of his baby’s fucking pretty ass, then gives it a playful little nip.

“Sir!” Yoongi squeaks, his hips jerking forward.

Jimin grins, palms the soft, bouncy cheeks and says, “lift up, baby. Gonna eat you out.”

Yoongi’s breath hitches audibly. Oh god, he hasn’t been rimmed in so long. He slides his legs up underneath him eagerly, lifts himself on his forearms and knees.

Jimin spreads his baby’s cheeks, licks a wet stripe across his pink, puckered rim.

Yoongi moans at the feel of Jimin's wet, velvety tongue, pushing his ass back unconsciously.

“So fucking pretty,” the mafia boss mutters before leaning back in, smooth tongue licking and prodding against Yoongi’s sweet, wet hole.

Soft whines spill from the elder’s lips as Jimin’s licks become sloppier and his sucks more vigorous with little nips against Yoongi’s pale cheeks, leaving behind dusty pink marks. He spreads his baby wider, starts fucking him hard with his tongue.

“S-sir, mmmh— so— so good ohmygod.” Yoongi whines softly.

Yoongi’s cock is already leaking, thick pre-cum hanging from the tip of his flushed cock. Every time he jerks forward from the pleasure of Jimin’s mouth, more pre-cum beads and drips from his pretty pink cock and a dark, wet patch quickly forms below his hips.

Jimin pulls back, reaches for the lube. He rubs his smooth, slicked fingers against the wet and puckered rim, then slowly slips one finger in easily, fucking his baby with the thin digit.

Then a second finger slips in, then a third, stretching the soft muscled rim as Jimin pumps in and out gently. When he crooked his fingers slightly, Yoongi suddenly gasped, his bottom clenching at the zing of pleasure that shot up his spine when Jimin’s fingers fuck into Yoongi’s sweet hole at just the right angle, like pressing against a button that flooded his senses with a thrilling buzz.

“Oh fuckkk—“ Yoongi whimpers, biting into his arm.

The mafia boss smirks, fucks in harder, “Baby’s so fucking tight, going to feel so good wrapped around my cock hmm.”

He fingered Yoongi for so long that Yoongi’s thin arms were starting to shake from holding himself up. His hole was nicely stretched, his balls heavy and full, and his cock was dripping, messy and wet.

Yoongi’s skin was prickling and his head, heady with arousal.

“Sir, sir, please— ready, w-want to feel you, ughmhhpf” he moans softly, pushing back against Jimin’s fingers.

Beads of perspiration are slipping down Jimin’s temple as he runs his palms up the graceful dip of Yoongi’s sweaty back, pushes him gently to lay back down on the bed. A soft whimper falls from the elder’s lips when his stiff cock rubs against the damp and downy sheets.

The mafia boss covers Yoongi with his body, presses a kiss against the back of his neck.

He reaches for the condom at the bedside table, rolls it on himself before resting his hard cock against the elder’s pale cheeks.

He grinds down softly.

Yoongi keens, his back dipping beautifully as he pushes his ass back against the heavy cock, “Fuck—fuck me, sir. Please—”

Jimin nips at Yoongi’s ear lobes, reaches down to position his cock at the rim.

But Yoongi suddenly wriggles against the younger, scrambling to turn around, “W—wait wait, Sir, want— want to see you please? C-can I turn and face you?”

Jimin chuckles, “Mmh, of course, baby,” he says, lifting himself off the elder.

He nudges Yoongi onto his back, lays between his spread legs. Jimin slips a pillow under Yoongi’s hips to raise his bottom, then lifts the elder’s left thigh. He pushes his cock teasingly against the puckered hole, the head slipping in easily, then he pulls out again.

Yoongi whines at Jimin's teasing, “Sir— please,” he says licking his reddened lips.

Jimin grins, threads his fingers through Yoongi’s sweaty hair. He kisses his temple just as he starts to slide slowly, inch by inch into his baby’s sweet, tight hole.

“Ohh, J-Jimi-Jiminie—“ Yoongi gasps and keens as Jimin slowly fills him, his fingers digging into the muscles of the younger’s back, scratching across smooth skin.

Jimin pushes in all the way, watching his baby’s face intensely until he finally bottoms out. He pauses, lets Yoongi adjust.

The slight sting from his stretched hole is overshadowed by the intense and overwhelming feeling flooding Yoongi, from having Jimin so deep inside him.

Yoongi is breathing hard against Jimin’s ear.

Jimin kisses the elder’s cheek, “Okay?” he rasps, voice tight and low.

Yoongi moans, dark head thrown back exposing his pretty, pale neck, incoherent words spilling from his lips, “Fuckk, Ji-minie— Full, so deep— good, Jiminie— so good. Mmh— p-please.”

Jimin laughs, rumbly and low. He starts to pump his hips slowly, fucking into Yoongi. His pretty Yoongi.

Every time that Jimin fucks deep into Yoongi, his thick cock places just the right pressure against his baby’s prostate. The intense pleasure causes Yoongi to arch his back so very prettily and the sweetest sounding mewls, like a fucking kitten, spills from his pouty, bitten lips as he begs and pleads for more.

“Ji-Jiminie— going, going to c-come. Please, Sir please may I come?” Yoongi begs, fingers scratching down Jimin’s back leaving a trail of red marks as the mafia boss continues fucking him hard and deep.

“Going to come just from my cock huh?” Jimin growls, “Look at you baby, so fucking wrecked and pretty. You look so good on my cock." He nips at Yoongi's ear, whispers dirtily while he continues fucking into his baby's hole, "Going to tie your hands behind your back, make you bounce on my lap next time... Watch you fuck yourself on my cock until you come. You'd like that huh?”

Yoongi keens again as the familiar zing travels up his spine from Jimin’s deep thrusts, hot breath against his ear, “Sir— p-please— fuckk yesss, baby’s a good boy, want- want to bounce on your lap and make you feel good. Oh fuckkk-," he breaks off into a low moan as his belly tightens, "Sir- sir please, please may I come?”

“Yeah, come for me, baby. Now—” Jimin rasps lowly with a quick snap of his hips.

Yoongi spills all over his soft stomach and up his chest, emptying his release from the past weeks of endless teasing from the mafia boss. He breathes heavily, his chest heaving with each harsh exhale while Jimin continues to fuck into his baby. The elder’s thighs are still wrapped around Jimin, shaking uncontrollably from the intense orgasm.

Then Jimin’s hips snap hard into him again, grazing the sensitive spot deep inside him that only Jimin seems to be able to find and Yoongi couldn’t help the loud and obscenely filthy sound from escaping his parted lips.

“Fuckkkkk—” Yoongi cries out hoarsely, his back arching up again, eyes squeezed so tightly shut.

The mafia boss moans, dirty and low, as his baby squeezes his hard cock with his fucking tight ass. “You feel so fucking good, baby. Mine—” he growls, pulling his cock out almost to the tip before he slams back in, with one deep thrust.

Yoongi whimpered, he feels so fucking hot all over, clenching his tight warmth all around Jimin until the younger’s orgasm breaks through, his hips stuttering erratically as he comes. He continues to thrust in and out slowly until his orgasm tapers off.

On seeing that the elder was half hard again, the mafia boss reaches for his cock and starts to stroke him.

"Umfffgghh," Yoongi lets out a high pitched keen and he squirms at the intense sensation of Jimin’s warm hand over his sensitive cock.

“Sirrr— ohmygod p-please,” he moans softly. He doesn’t even know what he’s pleading for, his head buzzing and pleasantly hazy.

Jimin continues stroking him as Yoongi mewls softly, turning his face into the pillow. His hips buck up and he fucks into Jimin’s fist, chasing the second orgasm that’s skimming his fingertips teasingly. But his movements also cause him to fuck back again on Jimin’s half hard cock.  Yoongi is almost delirious, sinking into a cloud of pleasure as he’s surrounded by Jimin.

Jimin pressed warmly against the length of his body.

Jimin’s scent filling his nose.

Jimin’s cock still deep inside him.

Jimin’s hand tight around his cock.

Jimin. Jimin. Jimin.

When the mafia boss whispers in his ear, “Show me what a good boy you can be. Come for me again, Yoongi. Now—” Yoongi moans loudly, entire body tensing and his muscles pulled taut.

Yoongi feels the intense heat curling around his belly before thick ropes of cum spurt up his chest, as he comes on command.

“Fucking hot—” Jimin moans, “Such a good boy, baby,” he praises lowly, stroking the elder through his orgasm.

The couple lay in a heated mess of tangled limbs, Yoongi’s hands wrapped around Jimin’s neck, his ankles still crossed loosely at the younger’s lower back, thighs quivering. Their breaths falling heavy against each other.

As they cooled down and their hearts returned to their normal pulse, the mafia boss couldn’t ignore the feeling of sweat and cum spreading messily between them any longer. He lifts himself off Yoongi, starts to pull out from his baby’s warmth.

“Noooo—” Yoongi protests softly, ankles locking Jimin in, “Stay please, Jiminie.”

Jimin huffs a laugh, kisses the elder’s round cheek, “C’mon baby. We should clean up then we can cuddle like I know you want, okay?”

“No. Want to stay like this. Cuddle here, now.” Yoongi said, voice muffled against the younger’s neck.

Jimin snorts, “We’re dirty and messy, baby... look at all your cum between us. God, you really came a lot.”

Yoongi blushed but he just shakes his head, pulls Jimin tighter against him.

The mafia boss smirks, “Dirtiest baby, I swear. 5 minutes then I’m carrying you to the bathroom.”

5 minutes turn to 10 before Jimin forcibly lifts them both off the bed and to the bathroom, laughing in exasperation while Yoongi clings to him like a baby koala.

He pulls his cock out from the elder’s hole against soft little moans, before settling him down under the shower.

He lets Yoongi cling to him while the warm water cascades down their naked bodies, caressing his baby’s back affectionately and peppering soft kisses against his cheek and temple.

Yoongi eventually pulls away, cheeks a pretty, dusty pink. He kisses Jimin softly.

“Thank you, Jiminie.” He murmurs, rubbing their noses together.

The mafia boss smiles, “Thank you. Baby was so good.”

Yoongi grins shyly, kisses Jimin again.

***

While Yoongi heats up their dinner, Jimin changes the bedsheets.

His heart skips a beat at the domesticity of their actions. He worries, for a moment, about bringing Yoongi into his world.

But he thinks they’ve sunk a little too deep now. There’s really no turning back.

Not for him at least.

Jimin doesn’t want to turn back.

Yoongi needs to know who he is though. Needs to at least know what he’s stepping into.

The mafia boss stares at the elder puttering around the kitchen.

There’s so much they need to talk about.

But then Yoongi turns around, smiles at him, happy and bright, “Come sit, Jiminie.”

Talking can wait.

[TBC!]

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It’s confirmed— Yoongi is an amazing cook, chef, stove god, whatever. Point is, Yoongi = amazing food. In every sense of the word. 

Jimin had moaned out loud at the first bite of Yoongi’s dakgalbi when the sweet and spicy flavour of the marinated meat flooded his mouth, the tender chicken complemented by the freshness of the crisp julienned vegetables he had prepared on the side. Yoongi broke out into soft giggles at the almost orgasmic look of enjoyment on the younger’s face, “Jiminie… that looks like your coming face,” he titters, covering his mouth in amusement.

The mafia boss licks his upper lip, “ Well this does taste as good as your tight little ass,” he quips. The teasing words, uttered so casually, caused Yoongi’s face to flame up like a bright tomato and he clears his throat before looking down, stuffing his mouth and avoiding eye contact.

Jimin snickers, “Baby’s shy after all that we did? After how vocal you were?”

Yoongi continues eating and doesn’t look up, even though the corner of his lips quirk up and he tangles his feet with Jimin’s under the table. 

Having worked up an appetite from the intense round of sex, the two men ravished their dinner in between quiet hums of pleasure. After his plate was wiped clean, Jimin leaned back in his seat, patting his stomach with a satisfied look on his face.

Yoongi beamed, “Was it good?” He asked shyly, scratching the back of his ear.

Jimin hums in approval, rubbing his foot against the elder’s bare ankles. “The best,” he said looking at Yoongi with the softest gaze, “thank you for dinner, baby.”

Yoongi gave him a gummy smile, “I liked cooking for you, for us… I don’t cook that much when it’s just me alone,” he shared, tone going a little wistful, his smile falling. 

“Well, you can cook for me whenever you want. I'd be lucky to have such good food on a regular basis."

The mafia boss cocks his head, observing the slight pout on his baby’s lips, the gloomy look that was starting to cloud his face.

"What’s wrong?” 

Jimin’s question seemed to startle him but he just shakes his head lightly. He paused then bites down on his lower lip, and paused again as his eyes dart around furtively before landing back on the younger, “Are you— can you stay? With me? Tonight?” he asked in a small voice, stammering.

“Ahh—” Jimin starts. His eyes shot up to the clock hanging on the wall and he muttered a soft curse. He had lost track of time, head filled only with thoughts of Yoongi for the last few hours, and it was already slightly after 10pm.

“I can’t tonight, baby,” the mafia boss said softly, his tone regretful and apologetic. There’s a lot that requires Jimin’s attention at the moment and while he’s managed to clear a good part of his evening so he could spend it with Yoongi, he does have to meet back with Jiyong at Dionysus in ... damn it. 25 minutes. And later tonight, he needs to head down to meet with the police commissioner for his monthly round up, without the risk of prying eyes. He looks up at the clock again, surprised that Jinhyuk hasn’t come knocking. They’re starting to cut a little close. 

When Jimin started pulling his legs away, Yoongi straightened up, “You’re— you’re leaving right now?” he asked, “B-but, Jiminie you said— you said you’ll cuddle me. I— but I don’t want you to go now, can’t you stay a little while,” he pleads, lower lip trembling involuntarily.

Jimin's heart clenched and he swallowed a sigh. He did plan to cuddle Yoongi and tuck him in before he headed out. He knew that this first time was going to be intense for Yoongi and he shouldn't be leaving him on his own so soon after. But they had spent a little longer than expected on their whole talk and he is now, for lack of a better word, fucking late.

Right on cue, the sound of the buzzer echoed through the apartment. The mafia boss eyed the way that Yoongi slumped in his chair, almost defeatedly. The kid’s teary eyes are wrecking havoc to Jimin’s heart and in all honesty, he's more than a little worried.

The buzzer blared again.

Jimin untangled their legs and mumbled a soft “be right back” before striding out of the kitchen. 

***

The moment Jimin disappeared from his sight, Yoongi’s eyes welled up and he quickly swiped his tears away. He’s not sure where this nervousness, this itch in his chest is coming from but he really really wants Jimin to stay for a little longer. He’s feeling awfully clingy and he doesn’t quite know how to deal with the rawness of his emotions, but... the last thing he wants is to annoy Jimin or cause him trouble so he’s going to suck it up and not be a nuisance. He should be glad that Jimin has already spent so many hours here.

Yoongi swipes at his falling tears again, takes a deep breath to compose himself. He stands to grab a glass of water and was gulping it down when Jimin stepped back into the kitchen. Yoongi plasters a brave smile on his face, “You’ll go now?” he asked, voice a little shaky, “Can I have a hug and kiss first, please?” he couldn’t help the words from spilling out, fingers digging into his palm.

“Baby— c’mere,” Jimin murmured, tugging the older close and combing his fingers through his fringe, pushing his hair back and pressing a kiss against his forehead, “Do you— do you want to come with me?” he asked suddenly. 

Yoongi's heart leaps.

“C-come with you? Now? I— I can??” he replies, shining eyes hopeful and bright as he bounced on the balls of his feet, fingers clutching the hem of Jimin’s shirt.

Jimin grinned at him, caressing his chin gently, “If you’re sure you’re not too tired? I need to deal with a few things and we’re going to be out for a while... I’ll probably need you to stay with Kook at some points but you know, you can come home with me after, or we can come back here again, whichever,” he shrugged.

Yoongi was already nodding eagerly, “Yesssss want to come, not tired AT ALL, Jiminie. I wanna see Kookie too!”

Jimin chuckled, “Okay then, go change? It’s chilly out. I’ll wash up here,” he said, patting Yoongi’s bottom.

The elder planted a kiss on the mafia boss' cheek before scurrying off.

***

“Yooooongggiiii hyungggggg!!” 

Yoongi giggled, hand tightening around Jimin’s own and hiding behind the young boss a little shyly as a few heads turned to look at him. People bowed on seeing Jimin as he led Yoongi further into the VIP lounge, walking towards Jungkook who was sitting at a corner booth with another man, waving his arms frantically.

“Hi Kookie,” Yoongi beamed, leaning in for a hug when the younger reached out to him with open arms.

“Sit with Kook for a while, okay baby?” Jimin said, nudging the older down.

“Kay,” Yoongi nodded as he sank into the plush, velvet couch beside Jungkook. He tugged on the mafia boss’ fingers, tilted his chin up and pursed his lips, silently asking for a kiss.

Jimin leaned down to press a quick kiss to his lips, then his cheek before pulling away. "Be good,” he said and turning to the youngest with a narrowed gaze, he warned, “and you, watch him and don’t get him into any trouble.”

Jungkook gives his boss a cheeky little salute.

Yoongi giggled. He likes Jungkook, the boy may look intimidating at first glance with his tattoos and ripped arms but Yoongi is drawn to the younger’s bubbly personality and toothy, bunny smile. He feels like he’s found a good friend in Kookie. They’ve really only spent time together that one afternoon on the roof, but after Jimin shared Jungkook’s contact with him when he was in Busan, they’ve been texting a lot over the last week.

Their texts started out about music, continuing from where they left off on the roof but eventually evolved into exchanges of funny memes, then Yoongi whining to Jungkook about missing Jimin, the younger complaining to him about his weird on/off relationship with Taehyung, and Yoongi confiding in Jungkook about his first time.

“So did you finally get the D yet? Was it good? Did you cry?” Jungkook asked in rapid succession the moment Jimin was out of hearing range.

“KOOKIE!” Yoongi whispered harshly, reaching a hand out to cover his mouth as his wide eyes darted to the still unknown stranger sitting across from them. A stranger who cackled immediately on hearing Jungkook’s question. 

The younger licked at Yoongi’s palm, causing the older to squeak and pull his hand away, shooting the boy a grossed out look. 

Jungkook smirked, “That’s just Yugyeom, don’t worry, he’s cool,” he said, gesturing at the other with his chin, “Soo?? You did it right? Jimin hyung definitely looks more relaxed... Was it good or meh???” he pressed, brows wriggling mischievously. 

Yoongi flushed, “None of your business!!”

The younger whined, “Ah hyungggg, come on tell me! Did you really manage to convince hyung to not use a condom and to fuck you raw? Must be intense?”

“Okay! I’m gonna go see if Namjoon hyung needs my help,” Yugyeom said, popping up and dashing out of the booth as Yoongi covered his red face with his palms.

“I regret telling you anything,” Yoongi muttered but the younger boy just snickered and hugged the older, “Awwww Yooonnggiii hyungggg, you’re so cheeky in text but sooo shy and cute in person.”

Yoongi pouted. He sighed, leaning forward to rest his head on top of his folded arms on the table, turning to look at Jungkook. “It really was the best... I think I may have cried a little and he did use a condom,” Yoongi said in a hushed whisper. 

Jungkook grinned, leaning down and mirroring the older’s posture as he faced him, “It didn’t hurt right? You liked it? I told you it’ll be okay if hyung stretches you properly,” he whispered back.

“Yeah... he stretched me a lot and even rimmed me,” Yoongi replied with a little giggle, “It still stung a bit though… Jiminie’s really thick,” he said looking at Jungkook with wide, round eyes, “but it felt sooooooo good, Kookie. Jiminie has the best tongue too, it was so good.”

The younger giggled at the blissed out look on his hyung’s face, “Congrats on finally losing your v-card… properly. I still can’t believe you didn’t get to come for almost two weeks before this though. I’d have died of frustration.”

Yoongi turned and hid his face in his arms, shoulders shaking as he giggled. He thinks it was probably why he came so hard and so much. He wonders if it’s strange, that he really kinda enjoyed Jimin teasing and edging him all week and not letting him come. He still remembers that intense feeling of desperation, of his orgasm being so close yet so far. Remembers the pride that bloomed in his chest when Jimin praised him for being so well-behaved and so very good for him.

He shakes himself out of it, turns back to face Jungkook who was tapping his fingers absently against Yoongi’s arm.

“Kookie…” he whispered again, “have you been tied up before?”

Jungkook’s fingers stopped moving, “Tied up? Yeah I’ve been tied up a lot… OHH, wait, you mean like… in bed.”

Yoongi frowned at the younger, “Well yeah… where else would you be tied up…”

Jungkook laughed, sounding a little nervous, “Nowhere, uhm yeah, I have. Taetae has a bit of a bondage kink. I like it sometimes, it’s pretty hot.” He grinned at Yoongi, "Why do you ask….”

Yoongi blushed, shifted a little closer to the other and speaking in a hushed, secretive voice, he shared, “Jimin talked about tying me up too… It sounded a little scary... but then I imagined him holding my wrists tightly, touching me everywhere, teasing me, not letting me run... it does sound kind of hot,” he ended with a giggly laugh. 

Jungkook scrunched his nose, snickering, "Hyungggg, you're so cute. Were you guys talking about kinks??” he asked, poking Yoongi playfully in his ribs, “Tell me more, tell me tell me.”

The older jerked at the ticklish jab and gave a shy little nod, “Only a little bit… like bondage and blindfolds… spanking… lingerie. He also mentioned chastity device but I can’t see why that would be hot though… it sounds… not nice at all,” he said, nose wrinkling.

Jungkook hummed and gave a little shrug, “Hmmm I don't know. I’m not into it either... but I guess some people like being controlled that way? Knowing you can’t come or even get hard unless your partner releases you. It's a little like orgasm control right? Just that your dick is... locked up. In someone else's control.”

A pensive look falls over Yoongi’s face. He supposes maybe it is a little bit like orgasm denial but … a lot, a lot stricter. The chastity devices that he’s seen before on porn sites always look kind of daunting though. 

No, he still doesn’t think he will like it.

“Did you say lingerie?” Jungkook asked with a cheeky grin, “Figures Jimin hyung would ask that. He always had a thing for pretty boys in lingerie, so predictable.”

Yoongi’s heart dropped, “W-what... Jiminie likes pretty boys in lingerie?” he repeated quietly.

“Yeah duh, have you not seen Minjae in his fishnets? I once walked in on him giving hyung a lap dance HERE in nothing but an almost translucent nightie, it was wild,” Jungkook recalled, shaking his head at the memory. The younger then froze, eyes darting back to Yoongi’s face.

Yoongi feels his face crumbling at that unwanted tidbit of information, his brain conjuring up the image of Jimin getting a lapdance from Minjae here in this room. An upset pout tugs at his lips and he frowned, picking at the hem of Jungkook's frayed sleeves.

“Ahh h-hyung," the younger stuttered.

“When he asked about lingerie... I just shrugged disinterestedly,” Yoongi interrupted, biting his lower lip, "I've just never thought about it..."

“Ah Yoongi hyung—” Jungkook continued, “Sorry, I forgot— it’s not— I didn’t mean, you don’t have to— hyung isn’t—”

“I should just tell him I like it, right? That I’ll wear sexy lingerie for him if he wants,” Yoongi cut the younger off again, “I don’t want him to go back to Minjae…” he ends off, voice wobbly and soft.

Jungkook presses his thigh against Yoongi’s under the table, nudges his elbow at the older, “Hyung... no, you shouldn’t do things you don’t like just to please somebody. Jimin hyung’s not like that when it comes to sex,” he lowers his voice even more and Yoongi shifted closer to hear him, “I think… I think you’re really really special to Jimin hyung… you don’t have to worry about Minjae, he’s just somebody in the past. I’m sorry to mention him.”

Yoongi sighs, cheeks puffed up and he closes his eyes.

"Also, hyung is already so pretty, you don't need lingerie to get Jimin hyung riled up. He already looks at you like an idiot when you're fully clothed," Jungkook teased.

Yoongi giggled then and turned to hide his blushing face in his folded arms, "I'm telling Jiminie you called him an idiot," he said, voice muffled.

Jungkook scoffed, "No you won't, you need me alive so I can send you cute pictures of hyung whenever we're away. Anyway, scoot, I really need a stick. Come on, let's go out for a bit,” he said, nudging Yoongi up.

The older takes pause, remembers his promise to Jimin. He may feel tempted if he goes out with Jungkook. Shaking his head, he lies back down on the table, "You go, I'm lazy," he mumbled.

Jungkook prods his side, "Hyunggg, I'm not supposed to let you out of my sight. Come onnn."

"I won't go out! I'm just going to rest here until you come back, not like there's anywhere for me to go..." he lifts his head and peers around, Jimin still looks deep in discussion, Taehyung and Hoseok by his side.

Jungkook sighs, sits back down, "Never mind then."

"Kookie, who's the guy that Jiminie's talking to?"

"Mmh, Kwon Jiyong. He's the heir to this... corporation. Hyung's trying to ... collaborate with him."

"Ahh... hey Kookie, gooooo. I'm just gonna sit here anyway. You're going to drive me nuts with your bouncing leg. Just go and come back fast."

"Ugh, okay fine. DON'T GO ANYWHERE, I'll be back."

Yoongi waved the boy away, lies back on the table. The lounge is freezing, he's glad Jimin got him to throw on more layers. He's wearing a new sweater that Jimin got him from Busan. It's so fluffy and comfortable. He rubs his face against the soft material and giggled to himself. The sweater is new but already has a hint of Jimin's cologne, probably from when the younger cuddled him on their drive over here. Just as he's about to nod off, he feels a tingling in his bladder. 

Damn it. Just when he's getting so freaking comfortable.

Yoongi drags himself into a sitting position, glances around. He's not sure if there's a toilet in this lounge, but there's definitely one downstairs. He slides out of the booth, walks behind the line of men just standing around and heads toward the door. Honestly, he needs to ask Jimin why he needs so many men just standing around uselessly. He should get them to help out at the busy bar downstairs. 

He snickered to himself.

"Oh, Yoongi-ssi, do you need something?" Jinhyuk asked just as Yoongi pushed the door open, the other's presence startling him a little.

"Ah, Jinhyuk-ssi, I just... need to use the bathroom, is there one on this level?"

"Just straight ahead, I'll come with you," he said.

"Oh nooooo, it's okay!!" Yoongi said, waving his hands frantically, "Just straight ahead right?"

"Hyung! Namjoon hyung says to do it now," someone called out to Jinhyuk from the steps, out of Yoongi's sight.

Jinhyuk looked uncertainly between the voice and Yoongi, his movements hesitant.

"I'm just gonna go use that toilet," Yoongi said with an awkward laugh, "I'm okay, Jinhyuk-ssi, you don't have to accompany me. Go do whatever important thing it is that you have to," he said with a smile, turning and speeding towards what he thinks is the bathroom.

He feels the floor vibrating from the music below and hums to himself softly.

"Heh, found it," he mumbled, pushing the door open and whistling at the fancy ass bathroom. The toilets downstairs are already fancy but this is a whole other level.

Just as he was washing his hands after using the toilet, he hears someone stumbling in and the door slamming hard against the wall. Yoongi jumps, snapping off the tap as he looks toward the entrance of the toilet.

"Damn it, hyung. Told you not to challenge him, he'll drink you under the table. You better sober up before Boss notices."

"PFFT, that cheating bitch was definitely diluting his shots. I'm smacking that smug little grin off his face the next time I catch him," a gruff voice responded.

Yoongi swallowed dryly as two men rounded the partition wall. He whipped his head back down, pretends to wash his hands again, grabbing a paper towel and casually drying off before moving towards the door. He smells the heavy stench of alcohol as he nears the two men, his heart starting to race. 

Just a few more steps and he'll be out.

TW*********************TW

"Yah, the fuck is a pretty kid like you doing up here," the drunk guy said, stepping right into Yoongi's path, "this is the VIP level you know?"

Yoongi takes a step back, tries to slip around the other way but he was stopped by the second guy.

"Think he asked you a question, kid."

Yoongi swallowed, "Please move, I'm with Mr Park." 

Drunk guy scoffed, stepping closer and forcing Yoongi to move back, "Sure... Just another one of his groupies I see, did you sneak up here trying to get into his pants?" he reaches out to grip Yoongi's chin, cages him against the door of the toilet stall.

Yoongi swiped his hand away, "Stop or I'm gonna scream," he said shakily. The two men are taller and heavier than him, there's no way he's going to overpower them. He takes a breath, prepares to scream bloody murder. 

But the guy read his mind.

He slammed his gross palm over Yoongi’s mouth with a smack, awful sour breath fanning over Yoongi's face as he snarked, “Scream? What good would that do, pretty… Here's a better idea. Why don’t you use that pretty little mouth to show me how well you can suck, instead huh? If you’re good… Maybe I’ll help you get in with Mr Park…” he trails off with one hand sliding down Yoongi’s side and reaching back to grope his ass.

Yoongi freezes at the man’s unwanted touch, he wants to scream but his chest is tight and he’s struggling to breathe. He wants to push the man away but he can’t seem to get his hands to move.

He wants Jimin.

Where’s Jimin.

The guy removed his hand and immediately slams his mouth against Yoongi’s, biting down on his lip and causing Yoongi to cry out. He then used his feet to kick Yoongi’s legs apart, pressing up hard and rough against him.

Tears fall from Yoongi’s eyes and the band around his chest tightens even further. He gasped, trying to breathe but the man's gross and wet lips are all over him.

“S-stop p-please—,” he chokes out against the other.

He can’t breathe.

Where’s Jimin.

The bathroom door slams open with a loud crash.

"The fuck are you guys doing."

The man was finally, finally ripped away from Yoongi and he sinks to the floor, hugging his knees as he heaves. His hands are so cold.

Where's Jimin.

He hears bodies being slammed around, glass breaking.

Where's Jimin.

"Yoongi-ssi," Jinhyuk says softly, placing a hand on the older's shoulder.

Yoongi flinched, "N-no no, s-stop please," he cries.

"Hyuk, go get hyung."

"K-kookie?" Yoongi whipped his head up, eyes blurry from tears but when he sees the younger, he sobs, "Kookie. W-where's Jimin?"

Jungkook rushed forward, "Yeah hyung. We're getting Jimin hyung right now okay. He's coming right now. I'm so sorry, hyung... can I, can I hold you?"

Yoongi shook his head vigorously, "N-no. W-want want Jimin, p-please," he begs. Fresh tears spill from his eyes as the cut on his lip starts bleeding again.

"I told you to fucking watch him, Jungkook," Jimin said coldly as he strides into the bathroom, heading straight for Yoongi huddled on the floor.

The older bursts into tears on finally hearing the voice of the man that his heart has been calling out for. He scrambles up and throws himself at Jimin, clutching on tightly to the younger's waist as he sobs. His shoulders heaved as he hides his face in the crook of Jimin's neck.

TW ********************* TW

***

Jimin's heart broke when Yoongi flung himself at him the moment their eyes met. He hugged Yoongi back tightly, pressing soft kisses to the side of his head and running his palm over his shivering back.

"It's okay, baby, you're okay now," he hushed as the elder dug his fingers so hard into his side that Jimin is certain he'd bruise tomorrow. 

He eyed the two men laying on the floor, his gaze burning a hole in their motionless bodies. One of them suddenly moans, clutching his head as he regains consciousness. "Fucking hell," the guy groans.

Yoongi flinched so hard at the sound that Jimin stumbles back a little. He squeezed the nape of Yoongi's neck, kisses his temple before he murmured, "Baby, I want you to go with Kook for a while okay? Just in the hallway," he ruffled the older's hair gently.

"N-no," Yoongi protests, shaking his head and holding on tighter, "Jiminie, p-please. C-can we please go home?" he whispered. The mafia boss' heart clenched at the raw, broken plea.

The second guy was also awake now and both men were staring up at the mafia boss with dread in their eyes, ashen faces, pale and in disbelief. He needs to deal with them.

"Bring them here," Jimin orders.

He shifts Yoongi a little to his side, presses the kid's face into his neck protectively. 

He stares down at the kneeling men before him. They're clearly not his men but they're up here on this level, so they must be Kwon's.

"Which one of you touched him?"

The men remained deadly silent, sweat beading at their temples as they trembled visibly, their fists clenched in a white knuckled grip on their thighs.

"Both?" he asked, deceptively nonchalant, "Both touched him?"

He turned to Jungkook, "Break both their arms."

With swift, unnerving precision, Jungkook snapped both sets of arms from their sockets one after another, and two sets of blood-curling screams filled the toilet.

Yoongi whimpered, pressing closer to Jimin and fingers digging even harder into his waist.

As the men squirmed uselessly on the floor, moaning in pain, Jimin stepped forward and ground his heel down on the palm of the man that he just knows in his gut, is the main perpetrator. The man screams, his body spasming and writhing in agony.

"Ji-Jiminie, p-please, wanna go," Yoongi cries softly.

The mafia boss takes a breath, reins in the boiling rage that's flooding his veins and reminds himself that his baby's here and he doesn't want to frighten him any further. He turns to Yoongi, cupping the back of his head, "I'm sorry, baby. Let's go hmm," he murmured.

"Throw them in the vault," he says to Jungkook, then turning to guide Yoongi out of the bathroom. He pulls the thin arms from around his waist, laces his hand with Yoongi's and tilts the older's chin up, intending to press a kiss against his lips but Yoongi turns his face away.

He swipes the back of his hand over this lips, whimpering as the cut splits again, "N-no. D-dirty," he whispers, looking at the floor, eyes tinged with shame.

Jimin sees fucking red.

He spins around and gives a sharp kick to the man's jaw, the sound of breaking bones echoing against the walls.

*** 

"Will you let Jinhyuk bring you to the car while I have a word with Jiyong?" the mafia boss asked as they paused outside the lounge, bending his head to catch Yoongi's gaze.

Yoongi shook his head silently and tightens his grip on the younger's hand.

Jimin pulls Yoongi close, cards his fingers through his damp hair with his free hand. Grazing the apple of Yoongi's cheek, he said softly, "Baby, I know you're really scared right now... but I promise you, nothing bad is going to happen to you anymore, okay."

Taehyung steps out from the lounge at that moment, a knowing look in his eyes.

"Tae's going to go with you too. I trust him with my life and he's going to stay with you until I'm done here. Nothing is going to hurt you again, I promise," Jimin reiterates, thumbing his baby's round cheek.

"You promise you won't be long?" Yoongi asks, voice shaky and raw.

"15 minutes tops, not a minute longer. Or I'll have to give you a thousand kisses," he said, hoping to coax a smile from the elder. But Yoongi just sniffles and gives a resigned nod, "Okay."

The mafia boss swallowed a sigh, looks to Taehyung.

His Second reaches out and places a hand on Yoongi's shoulder, "Come on. This way, hyung."

Yoongi's fingers tighten around Jimin's briefly before he lets go with a sigh, letting Taehyung guide him down and Jinhyuk following closely behind.

***

"Everything okay?" Jiyong asked as Jimin came back to the table, raw and boiling fury raging in his chest, his jaw visibly clenched. Tonguing the side of his cheek in irritation, he crossed his ankle over his knee and raised his eyes to the man that he's actually come to have some measure of respect for.

"Your men saw fit to come into my place, behave like disrespectful fucks and attacked someone who they're not even worthy of looking at. So, no, everything is not okay," Jimin said coldly.

The older's eyes flickered to his seconds in command, who paled at the blazing look on Jiyong's face.

"I like you, Jiyong, and I think our families will work well together. But the next time any of your men step out of line in my house, I will not even give you the courtesy and respect that I'm showing now. I will make them regret being born. And I will, come after you."

"I apologise if there was indeed trouble caused. My men should know better so trust me, I will get to the bottom of this. But I'm sure there's no need for threats of this nature, Jimin," Jiyong responded, voice steely and strong.

Jimin chuckled, ominous and completely unamused, "I don't think you understand the gravity of what your men did today but I'm sure you will once you go down to the vault. But let me just make it clear to all of your people here," Jimin paused, casting an eye around, "That if any of you ever come into my house and force yourself on my people or act like uncultured swines that can't control your cocks, I will do you a huge favour and shoot your dick off."

He stands up, rolls his shoulders and looks across at Jiyong.

"Your men's in the vault. I trust you'll deal with them appropriately. Let's continue this tomorrow under better circumstances," he said curtly before stalking out of the lounge.

***

Jungkook was leaning against the wall outside the lounge, expressionless face and body in a tense line. He pops up the moment the door swings open and Jimin steps out.

“Talk to me,” the mafia boss asked immediately on spotting the younger.

“They were only in there for just under 5 minutes, hyung. We checked the cameras outside.”

“Kook," Jimin snapped sharply, "The fuck does that matter to me? I can fuck a guy and snap his neck in 2 minutes, the time they’re in there doesn’t tell me shit."

Jungkook flinched at the harsh tone.

"What the fuck did they do?” 

“They- they claim that only one of them touched Yoongi hyung, groped and kissed him. Then we came in,” Jungkook stated, “I— hyung was pressed against the toilet door when I saw him. I— I don’t think the fucker got very far.”

“You don't think he got very far? He got fucking far enough the moment he placed his hands on him, Jungkook,” the mafia boss snarled.

The younger swallowed, his Adam’s apple bobbing. The guilt weighed heavily on his shoulders and it showed, “I’m sorry, hyung,” he whispered, hunching down. But the mafia boss was in no mood to be kind or magnanimous or to coddle the youngest who he's always had a soft spot for. He was far too pissed off about Yoongi getting hurt.

“Kick your fucking habit, Jungkook. And when I say watch him, you damn well keep your fucking eyes glued to him until I tell you otherwise,” Jimin growled, striding down the stairs, shouldering past Namjoon and ignoring the older’s call of his name. 

He needs to get back to Yoongi.

***

“Okay?” Taehyung asked simply, eyeing his best friend and boss.

Jimin runs his fingers through his hair, tugging at the strands in frustration, “I shouldn’t have brought him, Tae. This never would have happened if I just…”

“Yah, stop,” he cut Jimin off firmly, “We don’t do that, remember. We don’t talk about should haves or could haves cause it’s useless. It happened, we deal with it. Do you need me to take care of them?”

The mafia boss shook his head, “I'm letting Jiyong deal with it. I expect them dead by the time the sun rises. If they’re not, you finish the job.” He huffed a sigh, “We’re also supposed to meet with Commissioner Lee later. Can you sort that out?”

Taehyung nods then tilts his head towards the tinted windows, “Go on then, I’ve got it covered here. Pretty sure he’s been staring at you the moment you walked out those doors.”

The windows wound down right on point, revealing his baby’s little round face, “Jiminie, it’s 14 minutes and 50 seconds,” he said softly in pout, showing the mafia boss the timer on his phone as it counts down.

Jimin’s heart clenches. “Right on time then, baby,” he said gruffly, pulling the door open and sliding in. The older climbs into his lap once he’s settled in, winding thin arms around Jimin and nuzzling his face into the crook of his neck, pressing the entire length of his body as close as he could to Jimin’s own. The mafia boss hugs him tightly. It feels like he’s cuddling a ball of fluff, with the way the older’s thin frame was swallowed by the oversized sweater.

He caressed his baby’s back in between gentle pats of comfort and assurance. Jimin is relieved that the shakes have subsided. The arms around him go slack after only a couple of minutes, soft puffs of air flitting across his neck as exhaustion pulls Yoongi under and he falls asleep on the mafia boss' shoulder.

The drive home takes half the usual time given how late it was, and the empty roads.

"Circle around, Jinhyuk," Jimin ordered softly as they neared the house, not wanting to wake the kid from his recent slumber. It'll be easier for Jimin to carry him once he's deeper in sleep.

But despite his best efforts, Yoongi stirred awake the moment the mafia boss shifted in his attempt to lift his baby out of the car. Jimin brushes Yoongi's hair from his forehead as the older blinks at him, looking a little lost.

"Sorry, was trying not to wake you," Jimin murmured. Yoongi shakes his head, gives a little shrug of his shoulders before pushing himself up and sliding off Jimin's lap.

The mafia boss pulls him out of the car, their hands clasped warmly together despite the biting cold of the wintry night, as they walked up the steps and into the house.

***

The mouthwash was the first thing that Yoongi reached for the moment he stepped into the bathroom, wincing as the antiseptic ran over the cut on his lip. He rinsed a few times before Jimin tugged him gently away from the sink, “That's enough now, baby,” he murmured, “You’re okay... I'm going to kiss you now, will you let me?”

Yoongi swallowed thickly, gives a jerky nod, “P-please,” he whispered.

Jimin presses his lips against his baby’s with the lightest of kisses, like fairy wings skimming across his pouty, pink mouth. Yoongi’s breath catches in his throat, fingers tightening across the waistband of Jimin’s pants. 

A tear falls, landing on the mafia boss’ cheek. Jimin pulls back, thumbs at the wetness.

"S-sorry," Yoongi stutters, swiping at his eyes, "won't cry anymore."

"Don't apologise, I'm the one that's sorry," Jimin said, the tone of his voice grave and low, "I'm sorry for causing those tears to fall."

Yoongi shakes his head in protest, "Jiminie didn't. Jiminie is good and safe."

The mafia boss exhaled a quiet sigh. He reached for the hem of Yoongi's sweater, tugs it up along with his shirt, the older raising his arms pliantly.

"Shower? Or do you want to soak?" Jimin asked quietly. Yoongi's eyes lit up, for the first time that night since he left Jimin's side.

"W-we can? It's not too late?" he asked, hopeful voice tinged with just a shadow of apprehension. "We can do whatever you want," Jimin replied, pushing him gently towards the tub and flipping the tap on to start filling it up. There's nothing he won't give to Yoongi at this point.

When they finally sank into the warm, bubbly water, they let out similar moans of pleasure as the heat from the scented water wrapped themselves around tensed muscles, soothing their frayed nerves. Yoongi pulled Jimin’s arms tightly around his waist. He rests his head against the strong set of the younger’s shoulders, lets himself sink back into Jimin’s body. The mafia boss feels him release a shaky sigh, his thin frame shuddering before going lax again.

Jimin presses his lips against the soft, pale throat, kisses up the curve of Yoongi's jaw, "Yoongi-ah," he murmured, "do you want to tell me what happened tonight?"

The older stiffens instantly, fingers tightening around Jimin’s arm. "But it feels like a bad dream," he whispered and after a moment, "I just— just wanted to use the bathroom. I thought it'll be okay. I really didn't mean to cause any trouble, Jiminie."

"Baby— you didn't cause any trouble—"

"I did— you told me to stay with Kookie and I didn't listen. But I... I wanted the man to stop, Jiminie. I told them I’m with you and I said stop but he just…” Yoongi pulls Jimin’s arms around him, impossibly tighter and curls in on himself.

Jimin's already broken heart, shatters. 

He shifts the older around, the bubbly water sloshing around them and he hugs Yoongi to his chest, palm squeezing the nape of his neck. He whispered gruffly, voice laced heavy with regret, "I'm sorry, baby. I'm sorry that I didn't get to you earlier, but I promise you that they will not hurt you anymore. You never have to worry about them again, okay? And none of this, none of it at all is your fault. You did nothing wrong."

Yoongi sniffled against his shoulder, squeezed his waist. "Jiminie's safe. Just need to stay with you and Yoonie will be okay," he mumbled.

The mafia boss swallowed a sigh. It seems like he's the one bringing trouble to Yoongi's world. Can he really keep Yoongi safe? The two scums are out of the picture, but how many more are there?

"Jiminie, I don't want to talk about this anymore..." Yoongi pleads.

Jimin runs his hand down the older's back, "Okay... no more," he gives in. 

"Want more bubbles, please," he mumbled.

The mafia boss couldn't help the snort from escaping as he eyed the mass of bubbles in the tub, "Baby— any more bubbles and I won't be able to see your little face anymore," he said wryly.

Yoongi huffs a shaky laugh, scrunches his shoulders and flips back around to rest against the younger. He cups the purple foamy bubbles in his hands, blows at the fluffy foam and giggles when it flies and lands on his button nose.

Jimin smiled to himself, relief flooding his veins at the sound of Yoongi's giggle. They're going to have to talk about this again at some point, maybe ask Jin hyung for some help. But he thinks he can let it go for now... It's going to be a while before Jimin is comfortable letting this kid out of his sight again.

Yoongi suddenly spins around, splashing the mafia boss in the face and causing him to wince as the soapy suds hit his eyes, sliding down his cheek.

"Sorry," he giggled, "Jiminie, want to wash your hair for you okay. Don't move." He reaches for the shampoo at the foot of the tub, turning back with his hands cupped. Straddling the mafia boss' thighs, he lathers the liquid in his hands before massaging the foam into Jimin's hair, scrubbing gently with a soft smile on his face. Jimin moans, the firm but gentle press of his baby's fingers against his scalp felt fucking amazing.

Yoongi snickers, "Jiminie has his coming face again."

The mafia boss snorts, eyes closed, "I think everything you do causes me to have a coming face." After a few minutes, Jimin opens his eyes. The head massage had stopped but Yoongi's hands were still playing with his hair. He stares suspiciously up at the kid, who was clearly doing something with his hair, going by the intense look in his eyes as he bites on his lower lip.

"Yah."

"Hmm?" Yoongi responds distractedly. He pats at the side of Jimin's head then leans back a little as though to get a better look at the younger. He catches the mafia boss' flat stare directed at him and bursts into giggles. Yoongi falls back on his ass as he loses his balance while laughing, water splashing everywhere.

Jimin flinches again at the onslaught of bubbles in his face. "Yahhh," he complains, reaching out to grab at Yoongi's ankle and tugging him back in, "the hell are you doing," he mutters.

"Ji-Jiminie," Yoongi gasps out then pressing his lips together to hold back his laughter. He composed himself before speaking again, "can you just wait— wait for a while, please. Don't move!"

He gives the mafia boss a quick kiss then climbs out of the tub to reach for his jeans that Jimin had hung up on the rack. When Yoongi turns around, he has his phone in his hands, pointed directly at the mafia boss and Jimin straightens in alarm, "Yah, put the fucking phone away."

The last thing he needs is a picture of him in a fucking bubble bath landing in the wrong hands when Yoongi misplaces his phone.

The kid pouts, "But... but I want a picture!" 

Jimin rolls his eyes, "You have me right before your very eyes, what do you need a picture for. C'mon, put it away and come back in. You can take a picture when we're fully clothed."

Yoongi's shoulders slumped, his bottom lip jutting out, "But I wanted a picture with your foamy hair," he mumbled sadly. He heaved a dramatic sigh, placed his phone down on the counter reluctantly and shuffled back to the tub.

Jimin pushed his tongue against his cheek, eyes the dejected look on his baby's face. He exhaled an exasperated sigh. "Fine, take your damn picture," he said.

Yoongi whips his head up, excited look coloring his eyes, "Really?"

Jimin rolled his eyes, "Before I change my mind."

The older paused, biting on his lower lip. Then he shakes his head and climbs back in quietly. "It's... it's okay," he said softly, "Won't force Jiminie to take it." 

Yoongi settles back into the still warm water and cuddles back against the younger, pressing close. But the mafia boss shifts after a moment, nudging Yoongi forward and climbing out of the tub.

"Jiminie?" Yoongi calls out. He swallowed dryly, eyeing the long, muscular length of the younger's body, covered in pretty dark ink but as his eyes travelled upwards, he giggled.

Jimin turned around with a narrowed gaze at the older, a knowing look in his eyes, having caught his own ridiculous reflection in the mirror.

Yoongi laughed. Jimin supposes it's hard for him to look intimidating all the ridiculous bubbles on his head. He rolled his eyes and walked back towards the tub, this time with his phone in hand.

"Wipe your hands," he said dryly, handing Yoongi a towel before passing him his phone.

"Drop that into the tub while taking the picture and I'll spank you," he warned.

Yoongi beamed so brightly that Jimin had to look away for just a moment. He held the phone tightly, and away from the water as he waited for Jimin to climb back in.

Jimin's heart stuttered when he was faced with their faces pressed closely together in the small frame, as Yoongi snapped a photo of them. He looked away from the screen, pressing a kiss to his baby's milky white shoulder and his heart expanded at Yoongi's soft giggle.

Yoongi continues to click away.

"Jiminie, look. I'm going to set this as my home screen."

The mafia boss looked down at the photo of them, his hair styled into a fucking cone shape, their cheeks flushed from the warm bath. He's not even looking at the camera, eyes fixed on Yoongi's face.

Fuck. 

He's in love.

***

Yoongi feels Jimin stiffening behind him and he freezes, his thumb hovering above the screen, “I— is it... is that okay?” He asks uncertainly, twisting slightly to try and catch the younger’s eyes.

He feels like smacking himself. Why would he say that out loud, tell Jimin that he’s going to use their picture as a home screen like they’re a freaking couple when Jimin already said he doesn’t do relationships!! Yoongi’s heart clenches as the silence drags on.

“Sure, it’s your phone,” Jimin murmured against his ear, fingers caressing against his soft belly. The older exhaled, shoulders relaxing as he slouches back against the other, tiny smile stretching across his lips. He scrolls through the contacts, trying to find his name so he could send all the pretty pictures of them to himself. 

“Hey... Did you not save my number...” he muttered, lips pursed unhappily. He had hoped that he would find his number listed as Baby (Shut up, let him dream okay...) but he should have known better. He sighed softly as he swiped past M and continues to swipe down to Y.

Jimin snickered, “Mmh. You scrolled too fast, it’s under T.”

Yoongi frowned, fingers scrolling back up slower, “Why’d you save me under T... my name is—” 

He stops scrolling. Stares down in disbelief.

No.

He clicks on the contact name and sees his familiar number.

“JIMINIE!” he cries out, hurt and upset, tears welling up involuntarily. He had the sudden urge to dunk the stupid phone into the tub but Jimin must have seen the twitch of his hand and the phone was swiftly plucked out from between his fingers.

The mafia boss snickered again, “Right. I’ll better send the photos to you later hmm,” he said, stretching to place his phone a safe distance away, on top of the small wooden shelf.

Yoongi hunched in on himself, staring down at the disappearing bubbles, lips turned downwards. He can’t believe he has Jimin saved as My Jiminie and the other has him saved as That Dirty Kid, like he’s a dirty pest. He swallowed thickly, swiped the back of his hand across his eyes. He's not dirty...

He’s so sick of crying. His appa would smack him if he saw Yoongi right now.

He’s always nice to others. Why can’t people just be nice in return.

“Yaahh,” Jimin said with a chuckle, “Don’t sulk.” He gripped the sides of Yoongi’s arms, trying to get a look at his face but Yoongi turns away.

“Are you— Yah! Why are you crying!” He exclaimed, sounding startled and worried, “Baby! I didn’t mean— it’s not, oh god, it’s a joke!! You remember that second night I brought you home right, in my bed when you didn’t want to bathe?? It’s a joke!” The mafia boss tried to explain, uncharacteristically flustered.

But his words only made things worse.

“I’M NOT A JOKE!!!” Yoongi bawled, “YOU’RE SO MEAN AND I’M NOT DIRTY!!! I USED THE MOUTHWASH 3 TIMES AND YOU SAID IT WAS ENOUGH!!” 

“Oh fuck,” Jimin muttered, “baby, of course you’re not a joke! And no, not dirty from tonight... Fuck, I didn’t mean—” He tried to turn the older around but Yoongi shrugged him off.

“Baby I thought it was a cute name!! It made me smile when I was away, y’know! I don’t have such nicknames for anyone else!! I had you saved as Baby before but that’s just.. boring right.”

“IT’S NOT BORING! IT’S WHAT I WANT!” Yoongi wailed. Why is Jimin so stupid.

“Okay okay, I’ll change it back right now, okay. Please... don’t cry,” he said in an apologetic and placatory tone, stretching out for his phone again.

Yoongi sniffled, swiping at his eyes for the nth time that night. “You’re so stupid,” he muttered sullenly.

“Yah,” Jimin said, pinching at the soft flesh of the elder's waist, “There's no need to be rude. Clearly we have different definitions of what humor is,” he said dryly.

“Here, look. Boring contact name back in place, okay?” he said, kissing the elder’s temple and tilting the screen towards him.

Yoongi looked down and sees Baby on top of his number. He pouts, “Put the heart eyes and the heart emoji too.”

“Yeah. Don’t push it,” Jimin said, his laugh sounding a little nervous. 

Yoongi frowned, bottom lip jutting out.

The mafia boss threw his phone back in the direction of the shelf, nudges Yoongi up, “Come on, brat. Wash, bed and kisses just for you, okay.”

***

Even though it was drawing close to 3 in the morning, Jimin’s wide awake with a million thoughts running through his head and the man lying beside him was featuring front and center in those thoughts.

The moment in the bathtub had smacked him right in the face with no warning. None at all. Jimin had tried to keep his tone casual and easy as he responded to Yoongi’s statement of saving their photo as his home screen, despite the rising panic in his chest.

Panic at the realization that it’s been less than 2 weeks, but Yoongi already holds his heart in his hands.

When did he fall?

As he thinks back, trying to find the exact moment it could have happened, he draws a blank. Because he doesn’t think it’s one specific moment. He supposes the signs were littered along the way and ... he really... really should have realized sooner.

From the first night, when he couldn’t tear his eyes away. 

When he was willing to pay, to get Yoongi to sleep with him. Him, Park Jimin, leader of Bangtan who had a line of people willingly throwing themselves at him. And he couldn't look away from this one here.

When he decided to bring Yoongi home after he broke down in his arms.

When he sent Minjae away and brought Yoongi home again the next night.

When he let Yoongi stay the night, cuddle with him, let him make them breakfast.

When he got the kid a fucking apartment.

When he called him every night that they were in Busan just because Yoongi had said he wanted to hear Jimin’s voice before he went to sleep.

When he gave him a nickname (albeit one that wasn’t well received and whose revelation came at a really fucking unfortunate time...).

When his entire world stopped tonight, after Jinhyuk told him that Yoongi had been hurt.

He really should have seen it coming.

He remembers the knowing look in Taehyung's eyes when he asked his Second to get Yoongi an apartment.  

The way Jin had stared at him that morning during breakfast, as Yoongi dished out pancakes for Jimin's brother.

The surprised look on Hobi's face when he walked in on Jimin FaceTiming Yoongi in Busan, with what he knows was a sappy ass look on his face.

The way Jungkook has been trying to sneakily snap pictures of him and sending them to Yoongi.

His family already knows.

He really should have seen it coming.

He's shaken from his thoughts as Yoongi whimpers, arms tightening around Jimin’s waist and fingers digging in painfully.

“N-no no no p-please stop— stop,” his head jerks as his eyes spring open. He buries his face against the younger’s shoulder. “Ji-Jiminie—” he chokes out.

The mafia boss pulls him closer, cups the back of his head protectively and murmurs, “I’m here, baby. Just a bad dream... You’re safe now. Promise.” 

He caresses the older’s back, his touch gentle and calm despite the rage thrumming through his veins.

The two men better be rotting in hell.

Yoongi sniffles, nods his head, “Safe,” he repeats, grip loosening as he kissed the trail of butterflies across Jimin’s neck. His breathing slowly evens out again as he sinks back into sleep.

Jimin stays awake.

***

It was probably a testament to Yoongi’s exhaustion when he was still knocked out well after the sun had rise way past the horizon. Jimin was already nursing his third cup of coffee at the kitchen island, having given up on getting any shut eye after laying wide awake for 2 hours. The mafia boss still has no clue on what he’s supposed to do, with this recent realization about who his heart now belongs to. He had eventually slipped out of bed quietly, not wanting to risk rousing the older from restful slumber with his incessant fidgeting.

Jimin had settled in the kitchen with strict orders for Jinhyuk and another of his men to stay put outside his door, and get him the moment Yoongi wakes. 

He knows he’s being ridiculous. His house is one of the most secure places in Seoul but his nerves are still a little frayed.

Flashback

“I’m sorry, hyung. I—” Jinhyuk starts, straightening up from his position by the stairs the moment he saw Jimin exiting the room. 

He must have been out there for hours.

The mafia boss watches as guilt-ridden eyes fall away, the younger hanging his head in shame.

Jinhyuk has always been one of Jimin’s most trusted, the mafia boss taking him under his wing two years ago after he got into a bloody brawl at Dionysus. The kid was spiralling after getting thrown out by his mother and was desperately searching for a place to belong.

He’s found that with the Parks.

Jinhyuk’s young but strong, sharp and loyal to a fault. So Jimin knows, that the kid is already beating himself up enough for the both of them. There’s no need for him to add to that.

“It’s partly my mistake for not being absolutely clear on this with you but Jinhyuk, from this moment on, I’m making Yoongi your only priority. Until I tell you otherwise, whenever I’m not with him, you go where he goes."

The mafia boss exhaled, a calculating look in his eyes. The younger raised his head, holds Jimin's gaze.

"If any of the hyungs gives you a job when you’re with Yoongi, you tell them no. There should not be any measure of hesitance. Do you understand?” he ordered, his tone somber and low.

“Yes, hyung,” Jinhyuk nodded sharply. He stands a little taller, resolute determination painted across his face.

The mafia boss knows, from the look in his eyes, that he will protect Yoongi with his life.

End Flashback

***

Jimin was on his fourth cup of coffee and trying to make sense of the reports from Jin when he heard the shuffling of soft footsteps. He turned towards the stairs as Yoongi slowly came into view, Jinhyuk trailing a few steps behind.

“Take the rest of the day off, hyuk. He’ll be with me,” Jimin calls out quietly. He knows the kid has been up for at least 30 hours give or take.

Yoongi turns around at those words and stretches to give Jinhyuk a pat on his head, "Bye, Jinhyuk-ssi," he mumbled sleepily.

The younger's eyes widened.

Jimin held back a grin as Jinhyuk bowed and swiftly retreated. Yoongi’s puffy eyes are barely open, messy bed head and lips in a perpetual pout. He looks even tinier, swallowed in Jimin’s oversized sweater, the hem falling halfway down his thighs.

He beelines straight for the younger, climbing on the high stool and squeezing himself between Jimin and the counter, burying his face against the other’s shoulder.

“Good morning, you weren’t in bed... it was cold.” Yoongi mumbled from the comfort of Jimin’s lap.

The mafia boss smiled softly, “Morning, baby. I got up early, didn’t want to rouse you..." he said.

Yoongi rubbed his nose against Jimin's neck, "Jiminie... Jinhyuk is nice..." 

Jimin raised an arched brow, "Mmh, he is."

"Please don't be mad at him... he looked sad."

"Ahh," Jimin thought silently. His baby is a perceptive one.

"Not mad. He's a good kid," the mafia boss started, "Yoongi-ah... Jinhyuk's going to shadow you for a while okay? Just to make sure... you're okay."

Yoongi pops up, a furrow between his brows, "Why? Where are you going??"

Jimin gave a soft laugh, "Not going anywhere, baby. I just mean... you're going to see him around a lot more. He'll be there... if you need help."

"Oh," the older said in pout, "kay," he flops back against Jimin's chest.

“Are you— Yah. Did you come down in nothing but my sweater,” he said with an amused huff, one palm sliding under the soft fabric to cup the cheeks of Yoongi’s soft, round bottom, squeezing teasingly.

Yoongi stiffens, his cheeks warming up against Jimin’s skin. “I... didn't realise...” he whispered, clearly mortified at having forgotten to slip on something before coming down. He squeezed the younger between his bare thighs, "It's your fault for not letting me wear your boxers or shorts last night!!" he complained.

Jimin laughs loudly, hugging Yoongi tight and a palm squeezing the nape of his neck, “Good thing this sweater is like a dress on you then.” 

He pulls Yoongi back gently to catch his eyes, “Feeling okay? You slept for a long time.”

“Mmhmm. But I'm really hungry now,” he sits up just as Taehyung and Jungkook step into the kitchen. Their youngest hunches quickly behind Taehyung on catching sight of the couple.

“Oh. Kookieee!” Yoongi perked up on spotting the boy, reaching out for him with grabby, outstretched arms.

Jungkook peeked out from behind Taehyung, catching Yoongi’s gaze before his eyes darted hesitantly to the mafia boss.  Jimin was staring back at him, his expression cool and aloof.

The youngest dropped his eyes instantly. Jungkook fiddled with the back of Taehyung’s jacket and the other sighed tiredly.

“Hey guys,” Jimin’s Second greeted softly.

Yoongi frowned, his chapped lips pursed in an upset little pout. He looks back at Jimin and huffed, “Jiminie, don’t stare at him like that!” Holding the mafia boss’ face and squishing his cheeks, he turns Jimin’s face away from Jungkook.

“Kookie, I want a hug now,” the oldest demanded in pout, stretching out again for the boy. 

Jungkook’s eyes snapped up and he staggers forward into Yoongi’s arms. “Hyung... I’m so sorry,” he rasped, tucking his chin against Yoongi’s shoulder and arms tightening around his back. “Are you feeling okay? Are you better?”

Jimin sits underneath both their weight, motionless, his expression still unnervingly stoic, hands resting around Yoongi’s waist.

“No, I’m the one that’s sorry... I told you I’d stay in the lounge but I really needed to pee... I’m... I'm little better now... thank you for finding me, Kookie.” Yoongi mumbled, ruffling the back of the boy’s head. Jungkook sniffled, wet drops falling against Yoongi’s neck.

Jimin sees his baby’s puffy eyes welling up again.

“Noo. Kookie, don’t cry,” Yoongi said, his own voice trembly and soft, patting Jungkook gently.

The mafia boss sighed, “Yah. The both of you, don’t cry,” Jimin muttered, rubbing the small of Yoongi’s back with one hand and the other reaching up to give a quick smack to Jungkook’s ass.

Yoongi jerks away at the sharp sound echoing in the quiet morning, “Jiminie, don’t hit him!”

Taehyung coughed, stifling a laugh. The mafia boss rolled his eyes, “It’s barely a pat, baby.”

He’s going to have a chat with Jungkook separately later, but he thinks they all deserve a little reprieve today. He turns to the side, catches his Second’s eyes and nods in response at the quiet tilt of his head, knows that means the two men have been appropriately dealt with.

Jungkook suddenly turns his hug to Jimin, curling his body down. Slipping his arm between Yoongi and the mafia boss, he whispered, “I’m really really sorry, hyung,” voice rough and heavy with remorse.

Jimin sighed quietly, patting the younger’s hunched form, “I know,” he murmured.

Yoongi gave a quick peck to Jungkook’s cheek, “Now go shower, Kookie, you’re a little... smelly.”

Snorts of laughter broke out across the kitchen and Yoongi grinned. He climbed off Jimin’s lap, stumbling a little as he hopped down from the high stool, moving to the fridge. “Kookie, I’ll make soufflé pancakes for you okay.” He said, glancing across his shoulder. 

The boy’s face lit up and he nodded eagerly, “Mmh! Thanks Yoongi hyung...” He said, voice still trembly.

“You too, Taehyung,” he added, “both of you go wash up now,” he repeated, frowning at the suspicious dark stains on their rumpled shirts. 

Jimin grinned to himself. Ahh... his lazy baby nagging people to wash up. Cute.

“Jiminie. Come help me, please,” Yoongi ordered, reaching out for Jimin with lips pursed, clearly wanting the other near.

“... Baby... You wanna maybe go put some pants on first?” The mafia boss asked, pushing his tongue against the side of his cheek, holding back a laugh.

Jungkook giggled, “Ooohhh, Yoongi hyung are you free balling under there??” The usual cheekiness returning to the youngest’s voice.

The oldest dashed out of the kitchen in a flash, heavy steps echoing as he scrambled up the stairs to the sounds of laughter trailing after him.

***

Jimin really wasn’t kidding when he said he had a lot to deal with once he’s back in Seoul. He was pulled away by Namjoon shortly after Yoongi came back down (sleep pants in place), and the two men have been huddled in the living room having a serious discussion.

Yoongi ended up making breakfast for the entire family, with Jin showing up midway through to lend a helping hand. With the two culinary experts at the helm, their brunch turned out to be ridiculously extravagant.

“Jinnnnnnn hyungggggg, yesssss, is that your Speculoos stuffed french toast??? Taetae this feels like Christmas morning!” Jungkook exclaimed, sniffing the air as he walked back into the room, Taehyung and Hoseok in tow, their hair fluffy and cheeks pinked from the fresh shower.

Yoongi finished setting the table and looked up at the youngest, smiling softly. Looking at his new... friends, Yoongi feels like his heart is... bright and full. His interactions have really only been with Jungkook and Taehyung over the last weeks. While he has barely spoken to Jin and Hoseok, they were nothing but kind when they first met Yoongi, that morning he had stayed over. 

While cooking breakfast, they got into casual conversation. Jin asked Yoongi a bit about himself and then proceeded to share dad jokes which... made Yoongi giggle uncontrollably. He found it hilarious that such lame jokes were coming from someone who looked so standoffish, almost intimidatingly handsome. Talking to Jin also made Yoongi feel a sad pang in his heart, when some of his actions reminded Yoongi of his own older brother. 

Yoongi used to cook with his hyung too.

Even though they weren’t particularly close growing up, Yoongi and his hyung had a fairly good relationship. But Min Junki had escaped South Korea’s (and his parent’s) clutches as soon as he could afford to though and he never looked back. After he settled down in Paris, he had asked if Yoongi wanted to come too but the younger wasn’t keen. Despite his struggles, South Korea is home.

They’ve drifted. Yoongi hears from his hyung once in a while during birthdays, the holidays. He misses him.

While cooking, Jin declared that he’d teach Yoongi how to make the perfect poached egg. The younger had listened attentively to his every word, eyes following the older’s every movement.

but Yoongi’s first attempt was an utter failure. 

Jin had chuckled, patted him on the back and got him to try again after telling him where he probably went wrong. 

“Eggs hate me... Soufflé pancakes and steak are the ones I can do really well,” Yoongi had said softly in pout, a little embarrassed at his ugly looking egg.

Jin grinned, “Yahh, those are some of the difficult ones to master! I'm impressed that those are ones you can do well.” The younger felt his cheeks warming and flushing what he knows would be, a bright pink.

On his second try though, when the egg turned out beautifully, Jin’s quiet praises fell from his lips. Yoongi had looked up at the older shyly, beaming with pride.

The moment was immediately broken when the older then asked, “Yoongi-ah, what does an egg say when meditating?”

Yoongi pursed his lips in thought before shrugging.

“Ohmmmmmmlet.”

Yoongi collapsed against Jin’s side. “Jin hyungg, stoppp.” 

Jin had simply smirked, oozing smug satisfaction.

“Joonie, put the work down and come eat first before the food gets cold. Jimin-ah, you too.” Jin called out, pulling Yoongi from his thoughts.

“Yahh... Did you guys made breakfast for the entire city or what?” Jimin commented teasingly as he took a seat beside Yoongi.

“Jin hyung is sooo good, Jiminie... He made all these dishes so quickly and they all look so yummy,” Yoongi said, a little awestruck.

“Please, you’re even better, Yoongi... look at how fluffy and perfectly cooked these pancakes are. Amazing. These guys don’t know how lucky they are,” Jin complimented. He made a show of twisting his plate around and eyeing the pancake. Yoongi flushed, pleased, staring down at his lap. 

“Alright alright, baby here’s the best. I already knew that, let’s eat hmm,” Jimin said, dropping a kiss against Yoongi’s temple.

Yoongi snorted, turning to peck the mafia boss against his lips. There’s something deeply gratifying about hearing the happy and satisfied hums from everyone as they dug in.

Warmth bloomed in Yoongi’s chest.

***

After brunch, Jimin told a pouty Yoongi that he had a few matters to deal with together with Namjoon and they are stepping out for a couple of hours. 

“You told Jinhyuk you were going to stay with me,” Yoongi had said softly, resting his forehead against Jimin’s shoulder.

“I know, baby. I’m sorry,” he murmured, squeezing the older’s nape. 

The last thing he wants to do right now is to let Yoongi out of his sight, but this meeting took months to schedule and he knows sending his people instead of showing up himself will only scuttle the deal. He needs to be there to meet the source.

His house is more secure than the safest vault in Seoul though, so he knows that Yoongi will be fine.

“Promise I won’t be long. Taehyung and Kook will hang out with you, watch a few movies and I’ll be back. Okay?” Jimin assured, pushing Yoongi’s hair back and kissing his nose.

“15 minutes tops or a thousand kisses?” Yoongi asked in pout. 

Jimin bursts out in surprised laughter at the familiar phrase and Yoongi ducks his chin, hiding a little smile.

“Think I’m going to need a little more than 15 minutes this time, baby.”

Yoongi sighs, “But before dinner?”

“Before dinner.”

[TBC!]

Chapter Text

***

<1:47pm>

Hi.

Jimin grinned at the text message that appeared the moment he slid into the car. He swiped at the screen, starts typing back.

Hi baby

<1:49pm>

I think I ate too much… I have a little belly now. But the food was so yummy right? 

Yeah, your pancakes were the best. I have a belly now too, you fed me so many pieces.

<1:49pm>

(*´∀`*) You’re silly. You NEVER have a belly.

Jimin snorted. Another bubble popped up as Yoongi continued typing.

<1:50pm>

Jiminie. I already changed my home screen, see. Cute, right?

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Jimin’s breath caught in his throat at the sight of their bare, flushed faces pressed so closely together. Yoongi had chosen one where he had turned to give Jimin an eskimo kiss with his lips cutely pursed. 

He looked beautiful.

Jimin himself looked ridiculous, with a load of bubbles on his head.

<1:52pm>

Jiminieeeeeee. Where are youuuu

Sorry, was distracted by how beautiful you looked.

<1:52pm>

(๑•́ ₃ •̀๑) I like this one too.

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Jimin feels his lips stretching into a wide smile.

They were both looking into the camera this time but with funny faces, their noses scrunched and tongue sticking out. Jimin had clearly ran his fingers through his hair by that time, looking a little more presentable with his hair wetly mussed and less foam on his head.

Cute.

When Jimin scrolled up the history of their text messages, he realised that Yoongi had sent across a lot of pictures to himself last night. He huffed a laugh, the kid had really been snapping away.

You took a lot of pictures. I didn’t even realise.

<1:56pm>

It’s not a lot. You said we can take some more.

Some more?! How many pictures do you need?

<1:57pm>

LOTS! A THOUSAND!

<1:57pm>

No, 2 thousand!

<1:57pm>

I mean 3!

<1:57pm>

I mean 10000000000000000

… Pretty sure your phone can’t store that many pictures.

<1:58pm>

You never know until we try. We are taking more when you come back, kay?

“Will you stop smiling to yourself? It’s creeping me out.”

Jimin turned to Namjoon, laughing out loud at the dubious look painted across his face, “Yah, I can’t help it. This kid is hilarious,” he said, raising his screen to his brother-in-law. He snickered to himself again before typing out his reply.

Okay. Now tell me which one I should save as your contact picture.

<2:04pm>

 ( ๑ ￫ ‿ ￩ ๑ ) This one!!!

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It was another one that was taken last night, Yoongi’s little round face resting against Jimin’s bare shoulder, cheeks prettily pinked as he smiles softly into the camera. So fucking pretty.

Okay.

<2:05pm>

Kookie wants me to hear some new songs he found. See you when you’re back!! ( ˘ ³˘)♥

Jimin slips his phone back into his pocket, stares out at the blurring scenery as the car weaves through traffic.

“I’ve never seen you take to someone so quickly before.”

The mafia boss turned to Namjoon, huffed a sigh before looking back out the window again, “Never met someone like him before I guess,” he mumbled.

“So he’s going to be sticking around?”

“Mmhmm.”

“Cool.”

***

“Jimin-ssi, how was Busan?”

“Word travels fast, I see,” the mafia boss said, lips twitching up at the corners, a barely there smirk visible only to the discerning eye. Jimin had thought that their trip down had been kept pretty well under wraps.

“Ahh… You know old man Chung... his men’s ears are always glued to the ground and tracing your footsteps... especially when a little birdie has been telling him that the Parks are trying to push him back into place,” the older man said, a knowing glint in his eyes.

“And who exactly is this birdie whose tongue I need to cut, Seung-ho?” Jimin asked casually, in a blasé tone.

“You have enough people feeding you information, Jimin-ssi,” Seung-ho said wryly, “I’m just here to make enough to feed and clothe my family, you know I’m not a fan of trouble.”

Jimin held back a snort. Ki Seung-ho is a slippery little shit who has intel everywhere and he’s just as rich as the mafia boss, if not more. Jimin must admit that he has a grudging admiration for the man’s renowned ability to find his way out of the most damning situations. The guy literally walked out of a gun fight that left 89 dead without a hair out of place.

The mafia boss knows the only reason Seung-ho is in his office today is because he owes Song Min-sik a favour and lucky for Jimin, the Songs owe the Parks more than one.

Speak of the devil.

“Jimin-ssi, Seung-ho-ssi, apologies to keep you gentlemen waiting. Shall we begin,” Min-sik announced as the doors to Jimin’s office pushed open.

Jimin’s brows raised when he saw Minjae trailing behind, an impish little grin on his face.

“I appreciate your help on this, Mr Song. I’ve been told that getting Seung-ho in the same room is harder than you getting your son to accompany you on a business meeting. Yet you’ve managed to accomplish both, seems like today is one for the history books huh,” the mafia boss said wryly.

Min-sik rolled his eyes with a light scoff, “I’ve learnt to pick my battles with this one here,” he said, pointing to Minjae, “You think I can force him to do anything he doesn’t want to? When miracles like today happen, I just give thanks and accept it.”

Jimin chuckled.

“Well appa... if only all your meetings were with people as hot as Mr Park and dear old Mr Ki here, I’d accompany you on every single one of them.” Minjae replied saucily, running his eyes down Seung-ho’s body.

Seung-ho choked on his coffee at the younger’s come hither look, his eyes watering as he coughed.

Namjoon cleared his throat and Jimin turned to him, an amused smile playing on his lips, “Ahh. I think Mr Kim takes offence to not being included in that list, Minjae-ssi,” Jimin said teasingly, glancing back at the kid.

“Oh Mr Park, you know very well that size kink is really not my thing... Mr Kim is regretfully... tall... No offence, Mr Kim,” Minjae chirped with a bright smile.

Namjoon stared back with a deadpanned look.

Min-sik sighed, a sigh universal to all suffering fathers who are whipped for their children, “Please Minie, just sit down. Seung-ho, look, here’s what we’re proposing,” Min-sik said, handing over a folder of documents.

Jimin turned to the younger who had settled down beside him, “Listen to your old man, Minjae-ssi. He could use your sharp mind on this, you know.”

The younger grinned cheekily, “Ahh, you mean hyungie can use my sharp mind on this,” he quipped in a soft murmur. He then turned a charming smile to Seung-ho, “By the way, Mr Ki… I found your source, you know... You really should be more cautious if you’re going to rely on the young, pretty ones like us... Your little runner had very loose lips after I bought him a few drinks.”

Seung-ho’s gaze narrowed at Minjae, his lips curling a little.

The younger beamed back, completely unfazed, “It explains the drop in our proposed numbers. Your runner already gave us quite a lot of the information we need. The numbers would have dropped further you know... But... you’re kinda hot in a daddy-way, so I told appa that we should cut you some slack.”

Jimin clenched his jaw, holding back a grin. What an annoying little shit.

Min-sik heaved another weary sigh, “Minie, please. We’re all businessmen here, Seung-ho. I’m sure you understand,” He said plainly.

Seung-ho pressed his lips together, “I really liked it better when your appa worked on his own,” he muttered, looking down at his halved profits.

Minjae turned to Jimin, gave him a toothy little smile.

***

By the time the meeting was over, Min-sik had gotten himself a trade partner, Jimin secured a medical supplier for goods that would come through the Port of Ko Jung and Seung-ho got himself a whole lot of cash in his pocket to … feed and clothe his family.

Ko Jung is a deep sea port which sits right smack in the Yellow Sea. It’s a good middle ground for a lot of trade exchanges to take place but suppliers with the right connections are few. So securing Seung-ho has placed Jimin in a fairly pleased mood.

“You trust him?” Namjoon asked quietly, a contemplative look in his eyes after the trio had left the office.

The mafia boss snorts, resting his head against the back of the couch, “Hell no. Not as far as I can throw him. But we’ve got Song on our side and that old man has definitely got something on Ki Seung-ho that he’s holding close to his chest. I don’t need to know what that trump card is, I’m happy to leave him to keep Ki in line... Why? You think I should be worried?” Jimin queried.

The older shook his head slightly. Just as his lips parted, as though to speak, the doors to his office swung open again and Minjae comes back through.

“I’m sorry Mr Park, but Mr Song—” his flustered receptionist started, scurrying in behind Minjae.

“It’s fine, Na Eun.”

With a graceful fluidity that a gymnast would be envious of, Minjae swung over the arm of the couch and landed softly right across Jimin’s lap, legs straddling the mafia boss and small palms resting against his chest.

It’s not an unfamiliar position for them.

“Hyungie, was I good or was I good?” he asked with a devilish grin.

Jimin laughed, hands coming up to rest casually on the younger’s hips out of habit, “I owe you one. You didn’t tell me you got the source or that you were even involved in this...”

Minjae shrugged nonchalantly, “Sungwoon had a friend who had a friend… and appa happened to mention it. Your name came up, thought I’d help.”

“Well, I appreciate it.”

“Good. So I think I deserve a reward for my helpful contribution, right? How are you going to say thanks, hyung?” he asked, voice trailing off into his familiar, sultry tone. He leaned closer, pressing plump, glossy lips to Jimin’s cheek, his ass grinding down teasingly.

Jimin’s grip tightened on the younger’s hips.

Namjoon cleared his throat.

Minjae paid him no mind.

He pressed another kiss, this time closer to the corner of Jimin’s lips, “We haven’t played in a while, hyungie,” he whispered, his breath tickling across the mafia boss’ skin.

Jimin’s cock twitched in his pants.

“Really? Y’all are just going to do that with me sitting here?” Namjoon asked dryly.

Minjae turned to the side to look at the other, “Would you like to join us, Mr Kim? Although, I’m really not sure hyungie likes another top in the mix...”

“I’m flattered you think I don’t switch,” Namjoon intoned with the same deadpanned expression he’s been giving to Minjae’s innuendos throughout the meeting. When Minjae’s playful eyes lit up with interest though, Jimin snickered. He tongued the inside of his cheek before lifting Minjae off his lap and settling the boy beside him.

“Leave Mr Kim alone. And we’ve got work to do so get out,” he said, smacking the younger’s thigh as he rose from the couch.

“Awww... Hyunggg…” Minjae whined, reaching out to grasp Jimin’s wrist and tugging gently, “Come on, I don’t mind just a quickie too. We always said that your table’s a perfect height for me...”

Jimin paused, eyeing the dark oak desk.

“Hyungggg, and you still gotta make up to me for the last time when you got distracted by that stupid kid who fell. I still can’t believe you got Taehyung hyung to send me off without a word... rude,” the younger said, wrinkling his nose.

The reference to Yoongi was a stark, sobering reminder.

Jimin flicked the boy’s forehead hard with his free hand, “That kid who fell is your hyung, don’t be rude.”

“Owwww, hyungie. I told you this face is to be treated with nothing but utmost gentleness. Kiss it better now,” he demanded, shooting the mafia boss an indignant glare, lips pursed. Jimin snickered, giving the boy another light flick with his fingers instead before walking back to his desk.

“Get out of here, Minjae. We really do have someone else coming in.”

The younger flopped back against the couch with a resigned sigh, puffing his cheeks, “You really have no idea how much I miss your dick… hyung, how about you spare me a few hours one afternoon,” he said with a pensive look, “I’ll get someone to make a silicon model then... I won’t need you anymore... I think.”

This time, Namjoon snorted.

Jimin cackled, head thrown back in laughter, “Get out of here, you little shit.”

Minjae giggled, hopping up from the couch, “Bye hyungie. And I’m going to remember this. You owe me two now and not just one. I’ll be back to collect soon. Bye Mr Kim!” he chirped, sauntering out.

***

“I didn’t know Minjae gets involved in the other family business,” Namjoon commented idly as they were being driven home that evening.

“I don’t think he does. He’s said many times that he has no interest in it— which is a shame since he’s a great grifter with a sharp mind. He probably just got bored with his shopping and fashion shows, and was looking for a challenge. You heard him, he said he just thought he’d help,” Jimin responded.

“What are you doing with him?” the older suddenly asked, point blank, his head tilted in a genuinely curious fashion.

Jimin stilled.

“What do you mean?” he turned the question around and looked out the window. He knows what Namjoon is getting at but he’s not keen to have that conversation right now. If he’s honest, he’s feeling a little lost.

He’s never really had to think about issues like these before. He’s never felt the guilt that had slammed hard into his chest before, right after his brain had considered for the briefest of seconds to take Minjae up on his offer for a quickie, and when Minjae’s words had brought Yoongi’s face to the forefront of his mind.

“You said Yoongi’s going to be sticking around. But what does that mean. Am I still at risk of walking in on another quickie over the table? Is there going to be a Yoongi, Minjae, Sungwoon schedule that I should know about?” Namjoon asked, his face casually blank.

“What do you think?” Jimin shot back again, turning a piercing gaze to his brother-in-law, “Cause I gotta tell you hyung, I don’t know what the hell I’m doing here... never had to think about shit like that before. I just go with whatever works, whatever I feel like at that particular point in time right.”

Namjoon looked down with a small smile, then gave Jimin a firm squeeze against his shoulder, “I think you do know what you're doing. You said it yourself… you’ve never met someone like Yoongi before. Is he really like Minjae and Sungwoon then?”

Jimin exhaled a soft sigh, rests his head against the back of the seat. His baby is definitely not like Minjae or Sungwoon.

“You obviously already know what you want. You just need to be ballsy enough to take the leap and... embrace it. It’s really not that scary,” Namjoon said, giving the younger a playful smack against his thigh.

Jimin runs a hand through his hair, huffed a laugh.

***

“Jiminie! You’re back! Help!!!” Yoongi screeched as his fingers pounded vigorously against the controller and gunfire sounds blasted from the TV screen.

Jungkook was slouched against the couch, his long legs stretched out with a soft smirk on his face. Unlike Yoongi, his fingers moved easily, expertly over the buttons even though his eyes were fixed intently on the screen.

The mafia boss snorted. Everyone in the house knows not to play with Jungkook or Jin, unless you’re in the mood for a thorough humiliation. Obviously Yoongi didn’t get the memo yet.

“Game. Over.” Jungkook murmured as he delivered his kill shot then turning to Yoongi with a sly smile. He placed the controller down and rubbed his palms together gleefully before shooting up on his feet, wiggling excitedly, “Come bend over, hyung.”

“Nooooo! You cheated!!” Yoongi moaned, lying on the floor, his limbs sprawled, “Rematch!!”

“Hyung! This is the 3rd rematch! Just accept your penalty already!” Jungkook complained, bouncing on the balls of his feet, “Come bend over!!”

“JIMINIE!!” Yoongi wailed.

The mafia boss snickered at the cry of desperation, "What do you want me to do, baby?"

"Kookie wants to spank me..." Yoongi complained in pout, staring up at the mafia boss from the floor, with wide pleading eyes.

"Hey you agreed to the penalty!!" Jungkook shot back.

Jimin gave the youngest a dirty look, "You mean you trapped him into agreeing to a penalty that you knew he was going to have to suffer through?"

"Psh, semantics. Point is, we agreed that the loser gets spanked! And if Taetae and Hobi hyung laugh when the loser gets spanked, they get spanked too. We all agreed." Jungkook shared eagerly.

"Really, Tae? Hoseok? It's been that boring huh?" Jimin asked his brothers with a raised brow.

Hobi grinned back with a shrug, "Who says no to fun spankings? It helps with de-stressing too."

"Yoongi hyung, you know you can always ask Jimin to take the spanks for you. We have always accepted substitutions when it comes to penalties," Taehyung suggested coolly.

Jimin shot the idiots a death stare as Yoongi scrambled up from the floor at Taehyung’s words. He backed Jimin into the love seat, pushing him down and straddling his lap.

For a brief second, Jimin was reminded of the scene earlier in his office and he swallowed dryly. He focused back on Yoongi’s face.

"Jiminie..." his baby started, so very sweetly, his hands cupping Jimin's face gently. The mafia boss stared back impassively.

Then the older suddenly paused. His catlike eyes widened just a fraction, then a slight furrow appeared between his brows as he pulled back. Still holding on to Jimin’s face, Yoongi brushes his thumb across the apple of Jimin's cheek, then he bites down on his bottom lip.

His gaze flits across Jimin's face, a tentative look clouding his eyes.

"Baby?"

Yoongi sits back and tilts his head a little, looks into Jimin’s eyes, "Jiminie, there’s glitter on your face," he said softly, a finger tracing from the mafia boss' cheek down to his jaw.

Jimin swallowed, his eyes steady and unblinking. "I do?" he asked, lifting his hand and rubbing against his cheek. But before Jimin could say anything more, Yoongi was backing off his lap, "Need to pee," he mumbled before darting out of the living room.

There was a brief awkward silence.

"Uh— the fuck was that?" Taehyung asked.

Jimin's heart was thumping. The fuck was that. Does Yoongi… No. "He said he needed to pee,” he muttered.

"YOONGI HYUNG, THERE'S NO ESCAPING THIS! YOU CAN'T HIDE IN THE TOILET FOREVER." Jungkook hollered at the top of his lungs.

Jimin winced at the thundering shout, "Kook ah— please."

The youngest snickered.

"Was he okay today?" Jimin asked.

"Mmh, he seemed fine," Taehyung said, "You gonna ask Jin hyung to see if he can help?"

Jimin sighed, "I don't know. I mean I know he needs to talk to someone but... I need to find the right time to bring it up. He didn't want to talk very much about it last night and I don’t think I should push him."

"That's understandable."

"Or you could just let him come to you when he's ready," Hobi suggested.

"Joon hyung suggested that too. But I'm just afraid he'll try to bury it… And we all know that shit doesn't work," Jimin said softly, resting his head against the seat and closing his eyes, "I'll ask hyung what he thinks I should do later."

"And I assume we got Seung-ho, right?" Taehyung continued.

"Mmhmm, finally."

By the time Jimin had finished giving them a summary of how the deal went down with Seung-ho, Yoongi was still not back.

"YOONGI HYUNG, STOP HIDING!" Jungkook shouted again before jumping on his feet and heading towards the bathroom.

***

"HYUNG! What are you doing in there!" Jungkook's voice boomed through the door, causing Yoongi to jump.

He swung the door open, tugged the younger in and locked the door again.

"The fuck— " Jungkook said, stumbling into the bathroom, "Hyung!"

"Kookie..." Yoongi started softly, leaning back against the door. He doesn’t know where to start, there are so many thoughts running through his head.

Jungkook's eyes went round when he finally looked at the older's face. "Hyung! What's wrong?! Why do you suddenly look so sad!!"

"Kookie... Jiminie had glitter on his face. Did you, did you see??" he asked, wringing his hands together.

The younger shook his head, "No— why would he have glitter... what's that got to do with anything?" he asked, brows scrunched in puzzlement as his eyes ran over Yoongi's face.

"I— I know that glitter. And that scent. It's the cranberry gloss that I like," Yoongi said, his voice tight and strained. "This one, Kookie—" he continued, pulling out a tube from his pocket.

"Okay...?"

"Kookie! Why would he have this on his cheek and on his jaw!"

"I'm sorry, hyung. I’m lost... I mean... it's your gloss right, why are you surprised..."

"KOOKIE!" Yoongi gritted out frustratedly, "I didn't kiss him yet!"

Silence.

"Oh."

Yoongi had hoped, so very desperately, that Jungkook would tell him he was being silly. That he was overthinking and being dramatic.

But the younger just looked sorry. He didn't even look surprised. Why isn’t Jungkook surprised.

Yoongi's heart breaks a little more.

But beyond the crippling ache that's sinking its claws into his heart, Yoongi feels a little stupid. Sure, Jimin had said he's special, spoils him, pampers him and treats him so very gently. But Jimin had also said, why stick with one when there are so many to choose from.

Jimin never said they were exclusive. Or that Yoongi is the only one that he kisses.

Jimin never actually said that they were anything at all.

In fact, it seems like Yoongi's the one desperately clinging on to Jimin all the time.

He’s the one that went back to the club looking for Jimin. He’s the one that begged Jimin to send Minjae away. He’s the one that asked to stay with Jimin that night. He’s the one that asked if Jimin could call him when he was away. He’s the one that had asked Jimin to fuck him.

Jimin didn’t even want to fuck him anymore, after he cried that first time.

But Jimin calls him baby… his stupid heart prompts.

Yoongi shook his head. For all that he knows, baby is just a loose term of endearment that Jimin calls people he likes to fuck.

In fact… Jimin had saved him as That Dirty Kid. He’s the one that asked Jimin to save him as Baby.

Yoongi is an idiot.

"Hyung— " Jungkook said softly, placing a hand on the elder's shoulder, startling him from his thoughts.

Yoongi exhaled and gave his friend a small smile, "I don't… I don’t know why I'm sad, Jiminie never said he's my... boyfriend or anything. I forgot that he said he fucks around and that he’s had a lot of tight asses."

"Hyung, maybe it's not what you think," the younger said, "I'll... I'll ask Jimin hyung to come here and maybe he can explain?"

Yoongi shakes his head quickly. The last thing he wants right now is for Jimin to break his heart even more.

He needs a little time to catch his breath.

"Yah, what the hell are the both of you doing in there," Jimin's voice came through the door, followed by a series of sharp knocks.

Yoongi jumps, his hands gripping on to Jungkook's wrists, heart starting to race.

"What do you wanna do?" Jungkook asked.

Yoongi doesn't know.

Jimin knocks again.

"Hyung, go away. We're talking."

"I wanna go home," Yoongi mumbled. Without waiting for Jungkook's response, he turned around and swung the door open.

Jimin was leaning against the wall, facing him, "Baby? You okay?"

Yoongi raised his eyes to meet Jimin's own, "Jiminie, can I go home?" he asked in response instead.

Jimin didn't seem surprised at the question. He cocked his head to the side, a penetrating stare fixed on Yoongi's face. "Can we talk for a bit, before I send you home?" he requested.

Yoongi shook his head, "Just… just wanna go home. Don't really feel like talking or have anything to say," He's been holding himself together remarkably well, but he's not sure how long he can keep up this steady façade.

Jungkook snatched Yoongi's wrist up and tugged him away, "Jimin hyung, I'll just send him home okay."

Yoongi stumbled after the younger but they froze in their tracks when Jimin said, his voice rough and low, "Yoongi, please. 5 minutes. You don't have to say anything, just listen for a bit. And if you still want to go home after, I promise I'll bring you home."

***

They’ve settled in the kitchen, on opposite sides of the island. Jimin feels like he’s in one of his negotiations, except what’s at stake this time isn’t drugs or money. Just their hearts.

“We have a rule, no lies right? Not just for you but I promised that when it comes to us, it applies for me too,” Jimin started, his voice soft and calm despite the quiet panic building in his heart. He knows why Yoongi wants to go home. It wasn’t difficult for him to connect the dots after a while.

Yoongi nods but he doesn’t look at him, his gaze fixed firmly on his hands below the counter.

“Minjae was at the office earlier. We had a meeting with his father and he came along.” Regret settled heavily on Jimin’s shoulders as he watched Yoongi hunch in on himself almost instantly.

“It was business,” he added.

Yoongi frowned but still doesn’t look at Jimin, “That’s why Jiminie had gloss on your face? From business?”

“Minjae kissed me. Just on my cheek. So yeah, the gloss…” he trailed off.

“Kissing you was business?” Yoongi asked, head whipping up. His lips were downturned at the side, eyes widened and a little glassy.

Jimin swallowed dryly. He’s not sure how to respond to that.

“Jiminie was… was really kissing Minjae just now?” Yoongi asked thinly, a barely discernible hint of desperation underscoring his voice.

“I... I wasn’t? I mean, yeah he kissed me but,” he paused, trying to figure out the best way to respond, “The meeting had ended and he helped? So it was just a— I didn’t— ”

“Like a goodbye kiss?”

The mafia boss exhaled, puffing his cheeks in slight exasperation, “Never had to classify my kisses before,” he said with a humorless laugh. He decides to just say what happened.

“He was in my lap. He helped us to close the deal and I guess he kissed me cause he was hoping for a quickie.”

Jimin rips the bandaid off.

“Your lap... I thought… I thought you said it was business. Are... are all your business meetings like that? Is that... is that why Jiminie doesn’t stick with one?”

“Yoongi, I—”

“I know— I know you like pretty Minjae too. And you never said that you were just... mine,” Yoongi picked at his thumbnails, a sad smile on his lips, “But I guess I thought—”

“I’m sorry,” Jimin said. He doesn’t know what else to say. He’s not sure how to wipe the heartbroken look from Yoongi’s face.

“So… so Jiminie had a… quickie with Minjae before coming back?” the elder asked, voice breaking towards the end.

“No! Baby, I— he wanted but no, we didn’t.”

“Why?”

Jimin’s not even sure why. Because of Yoongi, because of the guilt that flooded his chest, because of the way that Yoongi has caused his heart to malfunction, “... I mean… I guess if this happened maybe a few weeks ago, I wouldn’t have said no?” he said out loud.

“So you did want to?”

“No, I just mean, I’ve told you before... that Minjae—”

“Yeah Minjae is someone you fuck, I got that.” Yoongi gets off the high stool, “Can I please go home now?”

Jimin wants Yoongi to stay.

Wants to tell him that he’s sorry if he hurt him, but this is all a little new to him too and he’s trying to figure it out.

Wants to tell him that he will just be Yoongi’s, if that’s what Yoongi wants.

But the last thing that Jimin wants, is to keep him against his will.

The mafia boss swallows a sigh, “Okay. Let’s go.”

They bum into Jungkook who was loitering in the hallway.

“Hyung!”

“Bye Kookie, gonna go home,” Yoongi said softly.

The younger bit his lip, stepping forward hesitantly, “I— want me to come?”

Yoongi shook his head, “Tired, just wanna sleep. See you soon kay,” he said with a tired wave.

Jimin ignores the pointed look that the younger is burning into the side of his head, follows Yoongi out the door.

***

The car ride was silent.

Yoongi was trying his best to keep his emotions in check. He had held on to that last strand of hope that maybe he really was overthinking. Maybe it wasn’t glittery lip gloss on Jimin’s cheek… just some strange liquid that accidentally smudged.

That hope fizzled the moment Jimin said that Minjae was at the office.

He’s not sure what to make of Jimin’s words and still doesn’t understand why Minjae ended up in Jimin’s lap if it was a business meeting. Is that how they do their business? Do they transact with their bodies and sex? Like how Yoongi wanted to sell his virginity?

He wonders if he is just one of the many other transactions too and when Jimin will eventually tire of him. His head and heart are both in a mess, and he feels stupid for letting himself get way too attached, when Jimin never promised him anything at all.

He feels stupid for believing that he’s special.

There’s really nothing special about him at all.

But he doesn’t know how to untangle himself from this. He doesn’t know how to let go.

“Do you have to work tomorrow?” Jimin asked, breaking the stiff silence.

“Mmh, I have a full day shift at the restaurant.”

“You haven’t heard back from the music store?”

Yoongi’s bottom lip protruded out unconsciously, “No… hopefully this week,” he huffed with a quiet sigh.

When Jimin pulled up to his apartment and turned off the engine, Yoongi quickly said, “I can walk up myself, it’s okay.”

The younger paused before leaning back against his seat, “Alright... Don’t forget to have your dinner ok?”

Yoongi nods, “Thank you for sending me home,” he mumbled softly before exiting the car.

Jimin doesn’t call him back. Of course he wouldn’t.

Yoongi’s the one that’s always pleading for Jimin’s attention.

He wills himself not to sob.

***

That night, Yoongi decided to camp out on the sofa in the living room.

He couldn’t quite bring himself to sleep in the bed where just two nights ago, Jimin had made him so very happy.

He tossed and turned for a long time. When it was nearing midnight, he realised that for the first time in almost two weeks, he’s going to bed without getting a goodnight from Jimin.

It’s funny how quickly one falls into a routine and how quickly it can be ripped away.

Even though he was the one that wanted to come home alone, he had hoped against hope that Jimin would still call, or text, or do anything that showed that he was thinking about Yoongi. But the only text he got was from Jungkook, who asked if he was okay. He told his friend that he’s fine and just needed to rest.

Nothing from Jimin. His heart clenched at the thought… the possibility that maybe Jimin will have replaced him with someone prettier, someone new that catches his eye at the club. He wanted so desperately to call the other, to ask what he’s doing and whether he’s having trouble sleeping, just like Yoongi.

But he doesn’t.

He stuffed his phone under the mass of blankets instead, tucks his hands under his head and tries to sleep. With the emotional wringing that his heart was put through over the last few hours, he had almost forgotten about the horrible night before at Dionysus.

Almost.

Until he jerked awake from a vivid replay of that night, tears spilling from the corner of his eyes. He rubs his face against the pillow, wishes for a moment that he was lying against Jimin’s chest instead.

He tries to go back to sleep but every time he closed his eyes, he recalls the feel of the heavy palm pressed against his mouth, the way his legs were kicked apart. After jerking awake the second time, Yoongi gives up. He sits up, turns on the tv and wraps the thick throw around himself. The music video that plays on the screen paints the dark room in a soft rainbow of colours.

He lets the hum of the music soothe his tense, frayed nerves.

Yoongi was wondering what the relevance of unicorns was to this girl that’s singing about the evils of capitalism on the screen when his phone buzzed under his thigh. He scrambles around for the vibrating device and when he sees the display on the screen, his heart skips a beat.

“Hi,” he said in a hushed whisper, as the line connected.

“Hi baby, it’s really late. Why aren’t you sleeping?” Jimin’s calm, soothing voice floated across the line.

"Had a bad dream, couldn’t sleep,” he muttered, sliding back down to lie on the sofa, phone clutched tightly to his ear.

The mafia boss sighed.

“How’d you know I wasn’t sleeping?” Yoongi mumbled. He can’t believe how quickly the tension is flowing from his muscles just from hearing Jimin’s voice. The background is quiet so Jimin isn’t out at the club. Yoongi feels irrationally relieved.

“Mmh, you answered the call.”

“But you could have woken me up.”

“... I just had a feeling.”

Yoongi sighed softly, eyes starting to droop as his heart softens, “Jiminie didn’t say goodnight to me today,” he mumbled.

“Ahh, I’m sorry. I wanted to call. I... wasn’t sure if you’d pick up.”

“Mmh.”

“Baby.”

“Mmh?”

“Will you let me come by?”

Yoongi’s eyes blinked open, fingers tightening around his phone. “W-what, what for?”

“Mmh… to say goodnight? Hug you a little so you can sleep? Only if you want to though.”

“I— I want… so much. But Yoonie’s heart feels really really sad, and I’m afraid that seeing Jiminie will make it ever sadder.” Yoongi said in a small, conflicted voice.

He hears the harsh exhale of Jimin’s breath.

“I’m sorry for making your heart sad,” the mafia boss said lowly, “Will you tell me what you need for your heart to feel better and Yoongi-ah… I promise I will make it right.”

Yoongi’s confused. He doesn’t know why Jimin says such sweet things to him when he’s just another boy to fuck. “Why does Jiminie want to make it right? Yoonie’s not that special.”

Jimin chokes out a harsh, morose laugh, “Not that special… Baby, you’ve been turning my heart inside out and making it stutter all the fucking time like it’s defective.”

Yoongi’s breath catches in his throat.

“You’re the only one I’ve taken home, introduced to my brothers, let stay the night, think about cuddling all the fucking time,” he huffed, “the only one I’ve given an apartment, a pet name, a 24 hour detail.”

Yoongi’s brows raised.

“I can tell you that you’re the only one who gets away with calling me Jiminie, the only one in this world who has ridiculous pictures of me in the fucking bath tub. If you’re not special, then I must be going fucking crazy.”

***

Jimin holds his breath.

The extended silence drags out.

He wonders for an incredulous second, if Yoongi hung up.

“Jiminie...” the sweet sound of his baby’s soft voice filtered through.

The mafia boss releases his breath.

Hope flutters in his chest.

“But why… why did you kiss somebody else?”

Hope withers away.

Jimin drops his head against the back of the leather seat, heaves a resigned sigh.

Trust his baby to never forget about all the fucking hard questions.

“I didn’t actually kiss somebody else...”

“He was in your lap.”

“... that, he was. I guess I didn’t stop him because...” Jimin sighed, “I wasn’t thinking, baby. It happened kind of like old times and in that moment, it was... familiar, y’know?”

“No, I don’t know,” Yoongi said, pout plain in his voice.

Jimin huffed a quiet sigh, “I never meant to make your heart sad.”

A love song plays in the background.

“Really want to see your face,” he murmured. He’s barely slept since he returned from Busan and he’s honestly so fucking exhausted right now. But his heart won’t let him rest.

He needs to see Yoongi.

“Okay,” Yoongi whispered.

Jimin’s head shot up in surprise, “Okay? Like right now?”

He hears his baby giggle.

“Mmhmm. You have the key.”

“I’ll be right up,” The mafia boss grinned, catching Jinhyuk’s smiling eyes in the rear-view mirror.

“You’re downstairs?!”

***

A few minutes after Jimin hung up, Yoongi hears the locks turning and the door beeping open. An unconscious tiny smile tugged at the corner of his pouty lips.

When Jimin unwrapped him from the thick throw and pulled him into his lap, hugging him close, Yoongi gave in. He sagged against the younger’s chest, rubbing his nose against the bare skin of Jimin’s neck and breathing in the comforting scent of muted cedar and cardamom.

He’s weak for Jimin.

Maybe he’s a sucker for pain.

He doesn’t want to fight it. He will take whatever that the younger gives him.

Jimin pulled his head back gently, cool palms cupping his face as he stares at Yoongi.

“How long have you been downstairs…”

Jimin shrugged, “Long. Went back, took a shower and came back out. Wanted to make sure you’re okay.”

Yoongi bites his lip, “I’m okay now that you’re here… but you look so tired,” he said, tracing the darkness beneath the younger’s eyes.

Jimin just smiles softly, then kisses him.

And kisses him again.

***

Jimin pulls away from the kiss at Yoongi’s slight flinch. “Sorry,” he murmured, thumb skimming under the pouty bottom lip where a small, angry cut sat.

“s okay... kiss me again, please?”

Jimin moves them to lie on the couch, stretching out and blanketing Yoongi’s body. His lips trail from his baby’s forehead down to his soft cheek, across his jawline, then the pale stretch of his neck as Yoongi turns his face, giving the younger full access.

He bites down. Yoongi’s fingers tighten across his waist, legs tangling with Jimin’s own.

The mafia boss starts sucking and nipping, small gentle bites until his baby’s skin blooms with his marks, prettily pink. The elder’s hips have been grinding up against him, slow and languid as Yoongi’s slim legs wrap around the thick of his thigh.

“Jiminie— touch me, please. Here—” he reaches for the younger’s wrists, guides them down his flank, to his bottom and up again.

Jimin pauses at the specific request then closes his eyes as realisation sets in. He stamps down on the rising rage, pressed a firm kiss to Yoongi’s cheek. Slipping his palm under the soft sleep shirt, Jimin traces down the route that Yoongi asks. He caresses down warm skin, his touch steady and assuring, gentle and light.

Yoongi melts, the length of his body going lax even as he presses close, as though losing himself in the comfort of Jimin’s touch.

“Baby,” Jimin says, so very quietly, kissing behind Yoongi’s ear, “Promise to always try and keep you safe. You always have me, okay.”

Yoongi slips his hand under Jimin’s hoodie, pressing firmly against bare skin, as though trying to reassure himself that Jimin’s there. He nods at Jimin’s words, nosing against the baby soft fabric, the hoodie thinned from countless washes. “Safe,” he whispers, eyes finally fluttering close.

Jimin stays awake, until he feels the deep, steady exhale of Yoongi’s breath falling across his neck.

Then the mafia boss allows himself to rest.

***

Jimin is roused from dreamland by a ticklish sensation against his nose. He sniffs, wrinkles his nose.

Soft tinkling giggles.

It takes everything in Jimin to keep his lips from twitching. He sniffs again, the underlying hint of sweet cranberry wash filling his senses. He feels Yoongi's finger skimming his cheek this time then across the bridge of his nose, and sweeping back to his cheek again.

"Go back to sleep," Jimin rasps, his eyes still closed, voice gravely and low from sleep.

Yoongi giggles, rubs his little nose against Jimin's own.

Jimin shifts them around, pulling the elder to lie on top of him and tucking his face into his shoulder. "Sleep," he ordered gently.

"Sun's rising... have to work, Jiminie." Yoongi said, voice muffled against his hoodie.

"Fuck that, quit," Jimin mumbled.

His baby giggled again, shoulders shaking under his touch.

Jimin thinks he'd like to wake up to Yoongi's laugh every morning. "It's crazy how happy it makes me, just to hear your laugh," he suddenly confesses.

Yoongi stills.

"I... I really like you, Jiminie. So, so much," he whispers, a little shakily.

Jimin kisses Yoongi's sleep-warmed cheek, "And I'm... crazy about you, Yoongi. Fucking crazy like you won't believe," he murmured. He feels the heated blush from his baby's cheek, the soft press of lips against his neck.

"Can... can you be crazy only for me? Just me?" Yoongi asked shyly, tentatively.

Jimin huffs a laugh, "I am. Only for you."

Yoongi's hands, pressed against his shoulder, clenches and grips on tight, "Promise?"

"Promise, only for you," the mafia boss responds gruffly, hugging the older close. He feels Yoongi's wide smile against his skin and his heart skips. "Actually, no... I'm sorry."

Yoongi tenses.

"I'm really also kinda crazy about manggaetteok," Jimin said seriously, "I have an awful awful weak spot for them... but I promise I will always be crazier for you."

Yoongi bursts into giggles, props himself up on Jimin's chest, "You're not funny!!!" he said, lips pulled up into a wide smile, catlike eyes crinkling at the corners.

Jimin tongues the side of his cheek, brown eyes sparkling brightly, "I'm fucking hilarious," he said flatly.

Yoongi huffs and snuggles back against Jimin’s shoulders, his fingers tracing the inked butterflies. Jimin runs his hand through his baby’s hair, turns to press a kiss against his forehead as he closes his eyes.

Their quiet revelry was soon broken by Yoongi's alarm blaring through the apartment.

"The fuck is your alarm so loud for," the mafia boss muttered.

Yoongi snickered as he reached under the mass of blankets, trying to locate his phone, "It's called an alarm, Jiminie... Let me up, please. Gotta workkkk," he said, struggling against Jimin's hug.

"I wasn't kidding. Just quit. You said the people aren't nice and it's not like the music store won't offer you the position..." Jimin grumbled, not releasing his hold.

"How... How'd you know the people aren't nice?"

"You told me, duh. Give me names, I'll send Kook after them."

Yoongi giggled. He sank back against Jimin's chest, sighed softly, "They like to pick on me cause I can’t be bothered to fight back... well, not all of them. Just some. And stupid Yunsoo always likes to sit the difficult customers in my section..." he said in pout.

"I'll buy the restaurant and make you the boss. How about that?"

Yoongi laughed softly, "You're silly," he mumbled, "I really have to get ready, Jiminie... can I get up, please?"

The mafia boss sighed. He pulls himself up, arms still wrapped around the older and shifted him onto his lap. He kisses Yoongi's button nose, "I don't like it that they treat you wrong," he said softly.

Yoongi picks at the string of Jimin's hoodie, shrugs, "It's not always that bad... some of them are nice. And the hourly rate is pretty high compared to other restaurants. I need the money... I'll quit if the music store offers me."

"You don't need their money... I'll take care of you, Yoongi. Just... quit after today. Please? Anyway, I'm positive that the music store will hire you. They'll be stupid not to." Jimin said firmly, with conviction.

Yoongi smiled, a shy, tiny little smile that made Jimin’s heart flutter, "… Okay, after today," he eventually whispered, so very softly.

The mafia boss grinned, "Okay? You’ll quit?? Good," he said, pecking the elder's cheek and finally loosening his arms, "Alright then, shower, breakfast and I'll send you there hmm." He moved to lift Yoongi off his lap but the elder lunges forward instead.

"Thank you, Jiminie," he mumbled.

Jimin smiled, squeezing his baby tight, "Silly baby. Nothing to thank me for... Thank you for agreeing to quit. If the music store really doesn't hire you, you can come work for me k?" He pushes himself up, Yoongi clinging to him like a little koala as he heads to the bathroom.

"Work for you???" his baby asked, a little too excitedly.

The mafia boss hums, "Mmh. You can be my... professional cuddler. Give me hugs whenever I want. Sit on my lap while I work, keep me nice and warm."

Yoongi snorts, nips him softly in the neck, "If only that was a real job."

"It is, if you want it," Jimin said seriously, setting Yoongi down on the bathroom counter, "But you think it's an easy job? I'll have you know that I'm a very demanding boss with very high standards."

Yoongi giggled, "I know, Sir. But Sir knows that I’m a very good boy right?"

Jimin smirked, his eyes darkening. He cuffs his baby's chin then hands him his toothbrush. "Brush," he ordered softly.

It came as no surprise that Yoongi was very late for work.

It didn't matter anyway, it was his last day.

***

“The fuck you doing. Where’s Taehyung?” the mafia boss asked, entering his office and seeing Jungkook sprawled upside down on his couch.

“He went with Joon hyung to meet Jiyong-ssi again, something about the plan moving faster than they expected,” the younger said.

Jimin frowned. He slipped his phone out of his pocket, speed dialled his second, “Hey, what’s going on.” Taehyung assured him that they’re just tying up some loose ends with Jiyong before he takes over control of Chung’s territory officially.

The mafia boss was presently surprised.

He knew Jiyong’s good but he wasn’t expecting him to be so efficient. He’s pretty much giving the mafia boss a well behaved district wrapped in a nice little bow in just under 48 hours— with a side gift of an inroad into the territory of Busan.

“I’m... Jiyong-ssi invited me for a drink tonight, after we wrap this up,” Taehyung suddenly informed.

Jimin paused, eyes flitting quickly to the boy on his couch, “Should I be concerned?”

“No— just a heads up. I’m— yeah, no.”

“Alright.”

After getting off the phone, he turns back to Jungkook who has swung himself to sit upright again.

“Is Yoongi hyung okay? Are you guys okay?” He asked, eyes round and wide, “Did he let you up?”

“We’re fine. I just dropped him off at work.”

Jungkook’s shoulders relaxed and he huffed a quiet sigh, “That’s good...” he peeks back up at Jimin, catches the mafia boss’ unwavering stare.

“Are you... hyung—” he started before the older cut him off.

“I’m going to put it behind us. I should throw you in the ring and make you go a few rounds with Yong Bae, let him remind you what it means to stay your ground,” Jimin said loosely, “... but I trust the guilt festering in you will do a good enough job of that.”

He eyes the younger, catches the subtle shakes he’s trying to control and knows that he must be really desperate for a smoke at this point, “How long has it been since your last,” Jimin questioned.

“Since that night,” Jungkook responded quietly.

“Good.”

Jungkook swallowed, shoulders hunched, eyes fixed on the coffee table.

“C’mere,” Jimin ordered, but his tone gentle. The younger shot up from his seat, staggered towards the mafia boss and hugged him tight. He curled in against Jimin and managed to make himself seem so much smaller despite his height, “Sorry, hyung,” he rasped out.

Jimin smacked the back of his head lightly and returned the hug, running his palm comfortingly down Jungkook’s back, easing the slight tremors. “You’re gonna be alright,” he murmured, patting him a few times before pushing him away gently, holding the younger by his shoulders.

“Got a job for you, shift your focus to something useful hmm?”

Jungkook takes a deep breath, nods.

“Go suss out the music store where Yoongi applied for that job. Get whatever info you can. You know what to do.”

The younger snorts, “Done,” he said, dashing out of the office.

***

True enough and just like Jimin said, Yoongi received a call from the music store a few days after heir conversation that morning. Hyunwoo rang and told him that he’s offering him the job, before asking if Yoongi could start immediately.

When he showed up for work the next day, Hyunwoo apologized for taking such a long time to get back. He said he had a personal matter to attend to and had to close the store for a week. Yoongi was just glad to know that everything was okay now.

Hyunwoo then shared that he actually had another manpower crisis after an employee quit on him suddenly, leaving him in a bit of a bind. But Lady Luck must have been shining down on him. After he called Yoongi, an experienced applicant with stellar track record just happened to walk into his store that very day. Hyunwoo had offered him the job and the new guy was also due to start alongside Yoongi.

[Flashback]

“Ah! There he is, right on time, Jungkook!”

Yoongi whipped around in disbelief, “KOOKIE?!”

“Hyung! Guess who got a new job!”

“Hyunwoo-ssi your new guy is Kookie?” Yoongi asked innocently, eyes hopeful and bright. He whipped back around to his friend, “And Kookie needs a job?”

  Jungkook was looking at Yoongi with a toothy grin, “Hyung, I came in here just to get that vinyl record we were talking about and saw they’re still hiring so... I thought why not! Plus I was getting sick of the boring job at Jimin hyung’s.”

  Hyunwoo snickered at Yoongi’s wide eyes, “Yes Jungkook-ssi is my other hire. You both know each other?? God, that’s a relief... I’ve had some problems with employees not getting along but I guess this won’t be an issue here!” He said, clapping Yoongi on his back.

  Yoongi was practically vibrating with excitement. He threw himself at the younger after a moment, “KOOKIE! WE’RE GONNA BE WORKING TOGETHER,” he said with a giggly laugh.

  [End Flashback]

The last few weeks have flown by and on some mornings where Yoongi wakes up alone in bed, he lies there and wonders if it’s all a dream. If you were to tell him at the start of the year that he’d one day be living in a pretty little apartment in a nice district, be chauffeured everywhere, have a best friend, love his job and to top it all off, be spoiled and pampered 24/7 by this amazingly kind, handsome, rich, sexy (did he mention handsome) guy that for some reason has just taken a huge fancy to Yoongi... he’d ask you to please go see a doctor.

But it’s not a dream.

Yoongi now works at the music store from Mondays to Fridays with the occasional off days here and there. On days that he doesn’t ride with Jimin to work, he still gets picked up by either Jungkook or Jinhyuk (depending on whether Jungkook ends up working the same shift).

He has the regular weekend spot at the Regent Hotel and plays there almost every Saturday evenings.

Yoongi gets to sleep 7 hours every day (...when Jimin lets him), fed constantly with all the good food and showered with all the pretty things that he used to only dream of having.

It almost seems like his life is going a little too smoothly and he can’t help feeling like he is just waiting for the other shoe to drop. But well... until then, he’s just going to grasp on tight and savor the hell out of it.

“Baby? You better not still be lying in bed.” Yoongi hears Jimin call out. He springs out of bed just as the door swings open, with a very unimpressed Jimin standing on the other side.

“Really?”

“Jiminie… I’m really tired...” Yoongi said in pout, shuffling towards the younger. He wraps his arms around Jimin’s waist as the younger cards his fingers through Yoongi’s messy bed hair.

“You do know we’re already late right? And everyone is waiting on us?” Jimin said, tapping the elder’s button nose.

“Sorry,” Yoongi mumbled but still not moving, hiding his face in Jimin’s shoulder. He feels Jimin pressing a kiss to the side of his head, a warm palm patting at his bottom.

“Jinhyuk got you your favorite brewed coffee from Anthracite... if you’re quick, it might still be warm when we get down.”

Yoongi’s head shot up, “Awwwww why didn’t you bring it up for me!!”

The mafia boss huffed a laugh, smacks his baby’s bottom and pushes him towards the bathroom, “I’m giving you 10 minutes before I down the whole cup, brat. Go.”

The bathroom door slams shut even before Jimin steps out of the room, the sound of the running shower following shortly.

***

“Jinhyukie, gimme please,” Yoongi said, reaching out with grabby hands as he slides into the back seat of the car.

“Hyung. Knew you were going to take a while, so I got them to make it extra extra hot. Should still be warm now,” Jinhyuk replied with a smile, handing over the giant cup.

Yoongi took a slow sip, eyes fluttering close, “You’re the best, Jinhyuk.”

“Just doing everyone a favour, you’re grumpy as hell without your caffeine fix,” the younger teased, drawing a surprise bark of laughter from Jimin.

Yoongi ignores them, continues sipping.

As the car whizzed down the highway, Jimin closed his eyes and rested his head against the cool leather seat. He’s been nursing a mild throbbing at the back of his head for the last few hours and could really do with some sleep.

But it’s his hyung’s birthday brunch.

He feels Yoongi’s lips graze his jaw then kiss his cheek.

“You okay?” Yoongi asked softly.

“Mmh. Just need some sleep,” he murmured, tugging the elder closer. His baby always smells so good, hint of subtle sweetness.

“We dont have to stay long, Jin hyung will understand?”

“I’ll be fine,” Jimin reassured, giving Yoongi a quick kiss.

The traffic was surprisingly smooth and the car soon pulled up outside the place where they were supposed to meet the other guys.

“Oh! Queen’s Park.”

“You’ve been here? One of my favorites,” the mafia boss shared.

“No, I’ve never been here but I think Kihyun works here...” he mumbled, as Jimin led him through the doors.

“Yah, finally. How dare you keep the birthday king waiting? I’m starving!” Jin complained on seeing them.

“Blame this one here for lazing in bed,” Jimin quipped, ruffling Yoongi’s hair.

Yoongi giggled, letting Jin pull him down into a warm hug, “Happy birthday, hyungie. Sorry to keep you waiting... I forgot to bring your present too... cause Jiminie was chasing me.”

“No present?!” Jin exclaimed dramatically, “You’re lucky you’re cute.”

“If you forgot my present, you can sit outside,” Jin said after giving Jimin a hug.

“What’s this fucking double standard?!”

“You’re not cute, that’s what. Now where is my present?”

Jimin rolled his eyes before handing over a small box from his pocket.

“I helped to choose that too, hyung!” Yoongi said excitedly as he sank into his chair.

“Ahh then I’m sure I’ll love it. You have good taste!” Jin replied with a grin and Yoongi’s cheeks flushed.

Jimin snorted, “Fucking biased is what you are, just open the damn thing.”

“Yah, Jimin-ah... you really do listen to hyung’s ramblings huh,” the older said softly, running his finger over the engraved diamond cuffs.

“Hard not to when you’re always so fucking noisy about it,” the mafia boss teased. His hyung has been bemoaning about how difficult it was to find a good pair of diamond cuffs. But Jimin thinks Yoongi and him had picked a beautiful one.

“Can I sit now?” Jimin asked dryly.

The older laughed, pulling him into another hug, “Thanks Jimin, hyung-ah loves it.”

The table of seven settled down as their orders were taken and drinks were served. Easy banter and laughter floated around the table and to an outsider, they look just like any other group of old friends having a meal together. Until one notices the side glances amongst the staff, the suited men scattered at random corners keeping watch, the way no one really dares to look Jimin in the eye.

But curious glances are thrown Yoongi’s way. Yoongi, who stands out in his pastel blue sweater and fluffy hair.

Yoongi, who is pressed so closely to Jimin, who draws soft smiles from the heavily inked and stoic mafia boss when he steals bites from his plate, who presses occasional kisses against Jimin’s cheek.

When Yoongi stepped away to the washroom, everyone started cooing at Jimin.

“Whipped… Hyung is so whipped,” Jungkook teased.

“Fuck off, all of you,” Jimin muttered. He turns his head towards the bar at the sound of Yoongi’s laughter, sees him conversing with an employee. Jimin frowned, “Who’s that?” he asked out loud.

Six pairs of eyes glanced towards the bar.

“He looks familiar,” Jungkook said, “Think he lives in the same building as Yoongi hyung.”

The mafia boss’ brows furrowed. They’re standing a little too close for his liking.

“Looking a little green there, Jimin. You okay?” Jin said teasingly.

“Fuck off, all of you,” he muttered again before getting up from his seat and heading towards the bar. He catches the widening of the employee’s eyes as he spots Jimin coming towards them.

“G-good morning, Mr Park. Can I get you anything?” he asked.

Yoongi whipped around, a bright smile on his face just as Jimin reaches out to pull him back by his waist, hugging Yoongi to his chest.

“Oof— Jiminie! This is Kihyun, he lives in the same building!” Yoongi introduced and Jimin nods politely.

“Hi again Mr Park. N-nice to meet you,” he said with a bow.

“Kihyun knows Jiminie too?” Yoongi asked with a curious tilt.

“Jiminie...?” Kihyun mumbled in disbelief, eyes shooting down when Jimin’s gaze narrowed at him.

Yoongi was clearly oblivious, “Mmh, Jiminie’s my... uh, my...” he trails off.

“Yours,” Jimin punctuated with a smirk, and Yoongi beamed.

Kihyun gaped, “O-oh, n-nice cool cool—” he stuttered.

“Food’s getting cold, baby,” Jimin murmured, cutting the conversation short and tugging his baby back to the table.

“Ackkk— See you later, Kihyunnie!” Yoongi said with a backward wave, stumbling after Jimin.

When they returned to the table, Jimin was met with six cheeky grins.

“Seriously, shut the fuck up,” he muttered, sliding back into the seat after Yoongi as his brothers burst into laughter.

Yoongi just looked on with a confused expression, which soon gave way to a look of pure bliss when the mafia boss turned him by the chin and kissed him.

And kissed him.

[TBC!]

Chapter Text

***

“Uhm, but Jiminie… these are really expensive…” Yoongi mumbled softly, sliding his fingers almost reverently along the top of the speakers then looking back to Jimin, rosy pink lips pursed in a tiny pout.

They were at one of the fanciest electronics store in Insadong.

After his birthday brunch, Jin had requested (i.e. demanded) a newer computer system for his games as his birthday present. Jimin is pretty sure this is the 9th present that he has shamelessly “requested” for but well, whatever Jin wants, Namjoon will give.

Jimin knows that Yoongi has been googling for speakers over the last week, and was pondering over a few different ones. Since they were at the store, the mafia boss had told the staff to recommend the best that they had. Surprisingly, the guy that attended to them hadn’t recommended the most expensive one that the store carried, but it was still way more expensive than what Yoongi had intended to spend on them.

“Good things aren’t cheap, baby…” Jimin said simply, his hand caressing the back of Yoongi’s ear idly as the elder stared at the speakers, eyes glimmering with obvious want even as uncertainty brewed behind his dark onyx eyes. “You know more about these than I do, is this brand or model any good?” The mafia boss prodded gently.

Yoongi huffed, “Are you kidding… Yes… it’s like, top 8, I mean top 5…”

“Okay, we’ll get it then,” Jimin said decisively, looking to the sales guy and giving him a nod. The guy beamed, clearly pleased with the huge commission that he was going to get out of the sale, “GREAT choice, Sir!”

“Wait wait wait—” Yoongi stopped the sales guy, whose smile dropped as Yoongi pointed to another set of speakers at the far left corner, “I just— how about that one over there?”

Jimin looked over. “You sure..? Those… look kinda ugly, baby,” he commented with a frown, “And it’s a lot smaller. I thought you wanted something bigger.”

Yoongi sighed, “It… does kinda look like a weird sized dildo doesn't it…” he admitted forlornly, causing the mafia boss to choke out a laugh, “but Jiminie, I know it’s also 1/4 of the price of this one here.”

Jimin pulled Yoongi to him, cupping his little face between the palm of his hands, “Baby, you— you know I have money right? It’s really not that expensive. If you like it, then I want to buy it for you. Okay? Do you like this more than the weird sized dildo?”

Yoongi bit on his bottom lip, tiny smile peeking out shyly across his face. He really really likes the expensive ones and just knows that they're going to look so pretty in his living room, "I do like them," he whispered.

The mafia boss thumbed the apple of his baby's pinkish cheeks, his gaze soft and fond, "Then I will get it for you." The elder pulled Jimin’s hands away then leaned forward to kiss him softly, “Okay… thank you, Jiminie,” he murmured, rubbing their noses together, “I’ll… I’ll buy you something you like too, k?? Oh, oh— yes, like a gift exchange!!" he said excitedly, bouncing on his feet.

"Tell me what you like!" he quipped, "But... I have a budget!! So like, don’t choose something too expensive…” he trailed off a little uncertainly.

Jimin snickered, ruffling his baby’s fluffy hair, “I think I’m good...” He nods to the sales guy again, “We’ll get that set.” The guy’s eyes brightened and he scampered away to close the deal.

“Hey, maybe this blender? You can make your favourite juices!! Or this toaster. It looks cute!”

The mafia boss threw his head back and cackled, “No, baby, I don’t need those!! It’s fine, you don’t have to get me anything.”

“Noooo, Jiminie! I have to buy you something too!” Yoongi insisted, “How about… that TV!… oh… wow, that’s really expensive... Uhm, okay maybe not…”

“Okay well, how about this vacuum cleaner? You like cleaning right.” Yoongi suggested with a hopeful look on his face. He started pulling Jimin around the store, pointing out random items that he thinks might be nice. Jimin tongued the inside of his cheek, held back another laugh. His baby is fucking adorable, “We... already have a cleaner that comes. And I… don’t need a vacuum.”

Yoongi huffed a little exasperatedly, “Jiminie! What do you need then?”

“Well… You,” the mafia boss said with a smirk. His grin widened as the older flushed red, all the way to the tip of his ears. He pulled Yoongi closer, murmured into the curve of his ear, “Baby… How about you… let me play with you when we get back to yours? Be a very good boy for me and… listen to everything I say.”

Yoongi’s breath hitched, hands tightening around the younger’s waist, “I— I t-thought you weren’t feeling well and needed to rest?”

“Mmh, it’s probably just withdrawal symptoms. Haven’t fucked you in a while.”

The older burst into surprised giggles, “It’s only been a few days!”

“Yeah, way too long,” Jimin murmured, nipping the sensitive spot behind Yoongi’s ear and smirking when he hears the older’s sharp intake of breath.

“O-okay…” Yoongi agreed, voice shaky and soft.

“Mmh. Okay what?”

“Will— will let you p-play with me, be a very good boy for you… I’m... you know I’m always good for you— sir.”

Jimin chuckled lowly, “You haven’t heard what I want to do yet though… you sure you can be a very good boy?” he asked, warm palm patting the older’s bottom. Yoongi swallowed hard, nods jerkily, “Yes, sir, I'm sure,” he rasped, even as his heart thuds rapidly.

Jimin beamed and pulled back, “Perfect, looking forward to it,” he quipped, cuffing Yoongi’s chin playfully as the elder blushed, pouty lips slowly pulled into a shy smile. Yoongi twined his hand with Jimin and pressed himself tightly against his side, anticipation bubbling in his heart.

The mafia headed quickly to make their payment— every minute that passes is one less minute for him to tease and edge and … love, Yoongi.

He can’t fucking wait.

After the delivery arrangements were made, Jimin hollered at the guys from across the store, “We’re heading out!”

Yoongi clicked his tongue and pulled him towards the others, “Jiminie, let’s go say bye properly!”

The mafia boss groaned and let himself be dragged along to where his brothers were browsing.

“Happy birthday again, hyungie. See you for dinner tomorrow?” Yoongi said, voice muffled against Jin's shoulder as he pulled him up into a hug, lifting Yoongi off his feet.

“Yeah, come earlier so you can help me? I’m thinking Italian.”

Yoongi nodded eagerly. He loves helping the elder in the kitchen and always gets to learn a whole lot of new tips and trick, “YESSS, I will!”

The mafia boss looked on with a fond smile.

Jin has been an immense support for Yoongi over the last few weeks and has formed a really strong bond with the younger, one that Jimin dares say rivals Yoongi's bond with Jungkook.

It's a different dynamic though and Jimin couldn’t love his brother more for it. For taking Yoongi under his wing, for helping to talk him through the assault that happened, for just being the most amazing hyung ever. He's grateful.

“Bye hyung, happy birthday again,” he said softly, patting his brother’s back.

***

Yoongi had expected things to get hot and heavy the moment they crossed the threshold of the door but it… didn’t.

Not quite.

Jimin led him to the couch and pulled him down gently to straddle his lap, then he just looked at Yoongi — an intense stare, piercing and dark, as if he was trying to look into Yoongi’s soul. After a few seconds, Yoongi's eyes dropped submissively and he chewed on his bottom lip, fidgeting hands between his spread thighs.

“Eyes up here, please,” Jimin murmured, gentle but firm. Yoongi obeyed instantly.

“Good boy, you remember your colours?”

Yoongi nodded, “Yes, sir.”

“Want you to keep those pretty eyes on me, can you do that?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Hands behind your back, grip your elbows.”

Yoongi obeyed.

“If you let go, we’re going to have to punish you. And we don’t want that, do we?”

Yoongi swallowed dryly, shook his head in agreement.

Jimin smiled then pressed a quick kiss to pink, pouty lips before he slipped his palms underneath Yoongi’s fluffy sweater, skimming up the side of his ribs.

The elder’s breath hitched when the wandering fingers found his nipples and pinched teasingly. Jimin rolled the perky nubs between his thumb and finger, causing the boy to let out a soft whimper, back arching forward as Jimin tugged, and Yoongi's body follows the pull. The sensation sends tingles down his body, blood rushing south to his cock.

“Baby has such sensitive nipples, hmm?” Jimin murmured, rubbing the little brown nubs with his thumb. He rolls them again teasingly between his thumb and finger. Yoongi keens, pushing his chest even further out as his eyes flutter close.

“Eyes,” Jimin said lowly.

Catlike eyes snapped open, glassy and wide as they fix back on Jimin’s own, “S-sorry, sir,” Yoongi said breathily, licking his lips.

“It’s okay, intense huh? I love how sensitive your nipples are, baby. Maybe we should put some clamps on them some day. With little bells, hear them tinkle as you ride me. Would you like that?” Jimin murmured, rubbing, teasing and pinching.

Yoongi whined, dark pupils blown wide as he nods.

He’s never worn clamps before… but the thought of wearing the little bells on his nipples, making soft and pretty tinkling sounds as he rides Jimin’s thick cock sends a hot flush through his body. His cock throbs inside his pants and he mewls, squeezing the younger between his slender thighs. Jimin  looked down and chuckled on seeing the visible wet spot forming against Yoongi’s pants, “Oh, baby’s already so wet huh… that didn’t take long…” he commented, flicking softly at Yoongi's hard, wet bulge.

Yoongi flinched at the soft impact and swallowed hard. His cheeks flushed hot in embarrassment.

“Sorry s-sir, can’t h-help it,” he mumbled, forcing himself to keep his eyes on Jimin’s face obediently, despite the shame coursing through his body as his lack of control. He wants to be the best boy for Jimin, even if his cock is determined to embarrass him.

Jimin’s eyes locked back on to the elder’s at his small voice, “Hey— No, don’t be sorry, I like it... Baby’s leaking so much because I’m making you feel good, isn’t it?”

Yoongi nods shyly, “Sir always makes me feel so good, I... I can't help getting all messy and wet really quickly...”

The mafia boss grinned and pressed a hard kiss to his baby’s pouty lips, “I love that I make you feel good, make you so fucking wet so easily. Baby always listens so well to me too hmm,” he praised.

Yoongi bites down on his lip and smiles sweetly, eyes still fixed on Jimin's own.

“Now lift your hands for me, let’s get this off so I can play with your pretty nipples a little more and make you even wetter,” Jimin teased, tugging the soft sweater over his baby’s head.

Once his top is off, Yoongi grips his elbows again automatically, hands crossed behind his back obediently.

“Ahh. See— such a good boy, don’t even need me to tell you what to do hmm,” Jimin said quietly, a proud grin on his face.

Yoongi’s cheeks flushed pink again, warmth blooming in his chest as he sits up a little straighter, determined to be the best for Jimin. But he was caught a little by surprise when Jimin suddenly leaned forward and sucked on his little brown nipple, drawing out a high pitched gasp from Yoongi's parted lips.

He licked, teased and then bit softly on the nub, causing the elder’s body to writhe in pleasure. “Sir— o-oh fuck, p-please—” Yoongi pleads for mercy, dark head thrown back in desperation.

When Jimin finally draws away, Yoongi’s nipples are swollen, gleaming wet and so fucking sensitive that he almost came in his pants when the younger flicked at it teasingly.

“Sir!” Yoongi squeaked, back hunching away as he pants softly, “Please, will come—”

Jimin chuckled, pulled him back closer by his chin and kissed him sweetly. He licked softly against Yoongi’s pouty bottom lip, nibbling gently as their tongues slide against each other until the older is humming contentedly, almost purring and his posture relaxes.

Then the mafia boss flicked at the dusty brown, perky nipples again. Yoongi moaned, dirty and low at the mixed sensation of pleasure and pain. “S-sirr, oh my g-god…” he groaned, hunching forward unwittingly as his cock twitches and leaks. His pants are so wet that it’s getting a little uncomfortable, rubbing against his hard on.

Jimin's going to drive him crazy, he's sure of it.

The mafia boss snickered, “Okay, okay. Will let your nipples rest now hmm,” he said, kneading the elder’s arms and drawing him into another sweet kiss before pulling away again.

“Sir, my— my pants— may I take them off, please?” he asked politely.

Jimin nods, lifting the elder from his lap and standing him between his legs. He tugged off Yoongi’s boxers and pants, leaving him fully naked, flawless porcelain skin on display.

“Ahh. Seriously. The prettiest baby,” he murmured, caressing his palm down the side of his hips. Yoongi flushes pink. He climbs back onto Jimin’s lap quickly, hides his face in the younger’s shoulder and hugs him tight. He lets out a tiny gasp when his sensitive nipples graze against Jimin’s shirt.

Jimin laughed softly, chest expanding with a flood of affection, “Don’t be shy… c’mon baby, let me see that beautiful face.” He nudges the elder, squeezing the nape of his neck. Yoongi sits back, pretty eyes falling to Jimin’s chest and a tiny smile tugging on the corner of his lips.

“Eyes up here, please,” the mafia boss orders gently, thumb caressing the soft skin of Yoongi’s hips.

Yoongi raises his eyes to meet Jimin's own.

“Tell me who's my prettiest baby, Yoongi?” Jimin asked, unwavering gaze steady and strong.

Yoongi bites on his bottom lip, cheeks pinking so very beautifully like the soft glow of an autumn sunset, “M-me?” he whispered hesitantly, staring into Jimin’s eyes.

The mafia boss beams, “Mmhmm, you what?”

Yoongi smiled, his tiny little smile that slowly gains confidence before he answers so very sweetly, “I’m your prettiest baby.” Giggles bubbled from his chest and he lunges forward to hide in Jimin’s shoulder again.

The mafia boss snorts, so very endeared. He caressed his palm up and down Yoongi’s smooth back, “Good boy,” he murmured, “I’m not done with you hmm, sit up for me please.”

Yoongi straightens immediately, clasps his arms back behind him and sits up a little more confidently in Jimin's lap.

Jimin makes him feel so very beautiful and he wants Jimin to be proud of him.

His skin flushes warm as the younger runs appreciative eyes down the length of his body, his palms gliding smoothly from Yoongi’s calves all the way to the top of his thighs. Yoongi couldn’t help the trembling of his legs, the hitching of his breath when Jimin trailed teasing fingers up his soft inner thighs, skimming so very close to his twitching, leaking cock. Yoongi squeezes Jimin tightly between his thighs, swallows dryly.

Jimin grins up at him, so fucking sexily that Yoongi just knows, he’s going to be in for a very long ride.

Even though he was expecting it, he still lets out a loud gasp when Jimin reaches for his cock and gives it a few strokes before letting it slap back against his belly. He bites on his lip as the younger ran a finger teasingly over his slit, spreading the thick pre-cum around his head before bringing the slicked finger to his own mouth for a taste. Heat courses through the elder as he watches, eyes dark and intent.

“Mmh, I think the fresh juice routine is working out great for you, baby. Stick to it,” Jimin ordered with a smirk.

Yoongi blushes.

The mafia boss strokes Yoongi’s cock again, drawing a soft whimper from the elder as he tries not to jerk up into Jimin’s tight fist. He knows he’s supposed to stay still when Jimin plays with him. He wants to be good.

Yoongi’s entire body tenses when Jimin’s strokes start to pick up speed, his grip tightening around his shaft and god, it feels so fucking good. He pants, his soft stomach quivering as he tries desperately to hold himself together, “Sir— going, gonna c-come p-please—”

Jimin lets go of his weeping cock and it slaps back against Yoongi’s belly with an almost obscene smack, a string of pre-cum stretching from his slit to Jimin’s fingers.

The mafia boss raises his slicked fingers to Yoongi’s lips.

“Open wide,” he murmured, painting Yoongi’s pink, pouty lips with his own pre-cum before sliding two fingers in, “Suck, I want them clean,” he said.

Yoongi keeps his eyes on Jimin, hollowed his cheeks and sucked. He licked and swirled his tongue around Jimin’s fingers, making sure to lap up all of his pre-cum cleanly. Jimin’s right, he tastes mild and not unpleasant.

He continues sucking until the younger pulls his hand away and draws him into a kiss, licking gently against his mouth.

“Good boy,” he praises again, punctuating the compliment with another soft kiss.

Yoongi smiles, pleased, a spark of joy blooming and spreading across his chest. He doesn't think he will ever get tired of hearing Jimin's praises. The mafia boss shifts them around, turning to lie against the length of the wide couch with Yoongi straddling his waist.

He tucks an arm behind his head, looks up at the elder a little contemplatively. Yoongi blinks back, his gaze curious with just a shade of cautious trepidation. The older boy eyes the pretty ink traveling from Jimin’s neck and disappearing down into his chest, then rakes his eyes up the toned biceps, gaze finally returning back to Jimin’s face and the soft smirk tugging the corner of his lips.

“Like what you see?”

Yoongi swallows hard.

He nods, eyes tracing gently along the tattoos down Jimin's throat and past his partially unbuttoned shirt, his gaze sultry and pupils blown wide, “I like... a lot. Sir’s really beautiful, too… and hot,” he admitted softly, giving the younger a shy smile.

“Mmh, why don’t you show me how much you like me then. Get me hard,” he murmurs.

Yoongi’s eyes lit up with interest and he cocks his head cutely, lips pursed, “Make sir hard..? With… my mouth?”

Jimin pressed his lips together, eyes glinting. After a slight pause, he says, “With… anything you want… but you can’t go below my waist.”

He tugs Yoongi’s hands from behind his back, guides his palm across his toned stomach and drawing an invisible line, “No touching below this line.”

The elder frowns, a little puzzled as he considers Jimin’s words, “No… touching... with my hands?” He slides down Jimin's body a little, presses his bottom tentatively against Jimin's slight bulge and grinding down a little teasingly.

Jimin's free hand shoots out, grasping at Yoongi’s hip and holding him still, “Nuh uh, no grinding either,” he said with a smirk, “If you rub any part of your body against my cock, I’m going to spank you... tie you up in the corner and make you watch, while I get myself off.”

Yoongi gaped,"That's... but that's so mean!"

The mafia boss pushed his tongue against his cheek, looks at Yoongi with an arched brow, "Punishments aren't meant to be fun. You planning to disobey me for giggles?"

Yoongi pressed his lips together, shakes his head resolutely, "No, sir." he mumbled. He fiddled with his hands, heart thumping a little nervously. He doesn't want to get punished... He sighed softly.

"How... how am I supposed to make sir hard if I can't touch you?" he asked a little petulantly, bottom lip jutted out and looking back at Jimin sadly, “I don't wanna get punished.”

The mafia boss chuckled lowly at his baby's expression, "Yah, don't look so worried. This isn’t an exam and do I look like I'm out to get you?" He snorted, cuffed the elder's chin playfully.

Yoongi smiled sheepishly, shakes his head.

"You got me hard the first night we met, without too much trouble.”

"In the club?" Yoongi asked, eyes widening as he starts to connect the dots.

"Mmhmm," Jimin nodded.

Yoongi paused, eyes blinking rapidly as he recalls the fond memory of their first night at the club.

Kissing. There was a lot of kissing.

“Right,” Yoongi thought silently, “I’m really good at kissing.” He looks down at Jimin, chews on his bottom lip. He can do this, he’s really good at kissing and Jimin adores his mouth.

“May I take your shirt off?” he asked. Skin on skin always helps. He reaches for the buttons but Jimin stops him, “Mmh. Not yet.” Yoongi clicked his tongue in annoyance, round cheeks puffing up as he exhaled, lips pursed.

Jimin looks up at him, a little disinterestedly, “You gonna start? I’m starting to feel like maybe I need a short nap…” he said, opening his mouth in a faux yawn.

Yoongi’s eyes widened, “NO! No napping!” he said, leaning forward and patting the younger’s cheeks. He rests himself against Jimin’s muscled body and draws him into a slow kiss. Yoongi licks, sucks and tongues gently, then a little harder, then easing back down again.

He kisses Jimin until their lips are pouty, glossy and flushed a dark cherry red. He felt the hardening of Jimin's bulge as the kissing progressed, but knows that the other isn't quite there yet.

Damn Jimin and his self-control.

Yoongi on the other hand, is dripping like a leaking faucet again and it’s taking all his willpower to not rut against the younger’s hot as fuck body.

It’s really not fair.

He pulls away from Jimin, stares down into dark brown orbs that are now blown so prettily wide. Yoongi bites back a tiny smile. He really does love that his kisses did that.

“May I take your shirt off now, sir?” he rasped.

“Mmh.”

Yoongi drags himself up, stifling a moan as his cock rubs again Jimin’s body. He unbuttons the silky shirt with shaky fingers, goosebumps pebbling along his thighs as Jimin trails his fingers teasingly up and down.

“Sit up, please,” Yoongi requested softly.

The mafia boss falls back against the couch once the shirt comes off, stretches his inked arms up languidly, muscles pulled taut.

Yoongi drinks in the sight, swallows dryly. He smooths his palms up Jimin’s abs and leans down again, pouty mouth latching on to soft skin.

He bites down against the pretty inked butterflies, smiling when it draws a pleased gasp from the younger’s lips.

Yoongi sucks a little harder and with a little more vigour, planting a trail of his bites running from Jimin’s lower jaw, down his neck and across his chest. He fondles and scratches teasingly against the nape of Jimin's neck, sucks and bites across smooth skin until his jaw starts to ache just a little.

But Yoongi draws motivation from the endless pleased hums coming from Jimin’s mouth. The way the younger is running his palms smoothly up and down Yoongi’s back encouragingly.

Unconsciously, Yoongi starts to rut against the other while he sucks on Jimin’s skin, his cock desperately seeking out the pleasurable friction as heat curls in his lower belly. He whimpers at the sensation, his mind already clouded in a soft, pleasant haze.

Until Jimin’s palm smacks down hard against his little bottom, the sharp sound echoing in the quiet of the early afternoon, and shaking him from his stupor.

Yoongi jerks, a pained gasp falling from his lips. He clenches his bottom, the length of his body going tense as his brain catches up to what he had been doing. He breathed harshly against Jimin’s throat, heart dropping to the pits of his stomach, “S-sorry sir, I didn’t mean to.”

“Mmh, do that again and you can forget about coming today,” Jimin said nonchalantly, “We clear?”

“Yes sir,” he whispered, shoulders shrinking. His body remains stiff and tense, pinkish bottom stinging from the earlier smack and his confidence clearly shaken.

“Go on then, you were doing so well,” Jimin then murmured, squeezing the elder’s bottom and patting it gently. At the sound of Jimin's calm and encouraging voice, Yoongi relaxes and exhaled softly.

He latches his lips back against the sensitive hollow of Jimin’s throat, his weak spot. He sucks and nips until a pretty bruise blooms at the edge of his collarbone before he pulls away.

Yoongi grins, a triumphant little smile, when he feels the hardness pressing against his own groin. He giggles into Jimin's shoulder, “Really made sir get hard with //just// my kissing,” Yoongi whispered, voice tinge with a slight hint of awe and pride.

The mafia boss laughed, low and soft, squeezing his baby’s waist. “Knew you could do it," he said proudly.

Yoongi grinned.

“Does... does baby get to come now?” he asked hopefully, nosing at Jimin’s shoulder with flushed, rosy cheeks.

The mafia boss kissed his temple, “I’m not even close to done with playing, baby…” he murmured into the elder's ear. A shiver runs from Yoongi’s ear all the way to his toes, his hands tightening around Jimin’s waist.

He feels Jimin's fingers slipping between his cheeks, rubbing teasingly against his puckered hole. He breathes in shakily, tries to keep still.

“Can’t wait to fuck you, love. Always so fucking tight for me,” Jimin said softly, kissing his ear.

Yoongi’s heart skips a beat.

Did Jimin just— he swallows.

He swears—

“Come on baby, up," Jimin prods, patting his bottom and nudging him up by his waist.

Yoongi sits back up, straddles the younger’s waist again and looks down at Jimin’s face, eyes wide and his heart thumping loudly.

“You okay?” Jimin asked, brows furrowing.

“Y-yeah, yes sir.”

“Sure?” Jimin repeats, cocking his head as his gaze narrows slightly.

Yoongi nods, “Yes, sure.”

“Okay— go get the lube then. And a pillow.”

“Lube? Pillow?” Yoongi asked curiously as he climbs off Jimin, “We— here? In the living room?”

The mafia boss smacks his bottom, “Less questions, more action. Go—”

Yoongi giggles and scampers in the direction of the bedroom.

When Yoongi returned with the lube and a huge fluffy pillow in his arms, he was met with a very naked Jimin who was starting to look a little impatient.

"Took you long enough," he muttered, "C'mere."

"Sorry sir, wanted to find the warming one," Yoongi mumbled in pout.

He shuffled quickly towards Jimin who had moved to the arm chair facing the windows.

The apartment is high up and facing the street so it's not like anyone can look in, but it still makes Yoongi a little nervous to stand naked before the glass panes.

Jimin obviously doesn't have that problem.

Yoongi hands Jimin the lube and used the pillow to cover himself until the younger frowned at him and tugged it away. He placed the pillow on the dark oak storage table that sits in front of the windows, pulls Yoongi to stand in front of him.

"Now bend over," he murmured, pushing the elder's lower back.

Yoongi yelps, tipping down onto the oak table and landing softly against the pillow, his weight resting on his shoulders and arms.

Jimin kicks his legs apart lightly, "Spread them."

Yoongi's cheeks darkened.

If anyone could look through the windows now, they'd see him with his pale bottom in the air, head down and hard cock and balls swinging between his spread legs.

He swallowed, hot flush racing through his body at how exposed and vulnerable he must look for Jimin.

"S-Sir..?" he whispered.

“Yoongi-ya. I’ve been eyeing this table for a while, baby. Imagined you bent over it as I walk through the door, waiting for me with your pretty bottom on display, for me to fuck you."

Yoongi's breath hitched at the imagery.

"I thought it may be the perfect height for you, and looks like it really is huh?" Jimin chuckled lowly.

Yoongi hears the snapping of the lube cap, shivers in anticipation. He feels Jimin pressing against his ass, his hard cock sliding up between his cheeks. Then the younger paused, "Hmm... maybe just a little too short… but…"

The elder then feels Jimin's hands gripping at his hips before he tugs upwards sharply, forcing him to lean slightly forward and lift up on his tippy toes.

Yoongi gasped softly.

“There,  perfect. Now, don't move," Jimin murmured, running his palm over the elder’s little bottom. Yoongi feels the tip of Jimin’s lubed cock at his hole, pushing in just an inch, almost experimentally.

Then withdrawing again.

He sucks on his lower lip, breathed harshly. He closes his eyes and tries his best to keep still, to remain in the position that Jimin wants. He hears Jimin stepping away, settling down in the arm chair, then soft lips pressing against his bottom.

“Baby has such pretty legs too," the mafia boss said, palm caressing up the back of Yoongi’s trembling thighs, then spreading his cheeks wide. He rubs a lubed finger against his hole, a single digit slipping in.

A kiss again his bottom.

Yoongi’s cheeks burn and his belly clenches.

Despite all that he's shared with Jimin, he still can't help always feeling a little self-conscious when they play. The hot flush of embarrassment at being so openly on display, and at having the younger look at him so closely in his intimate areas.

But ultimately, the feeling of wanting to please Jimin, wins out.

He holds his position.

“Baby?” Jimin murmurs, tapping against his thigh.

“Y-yes, sir.” he rasped, eyes blinking open even though he can’t see the younger.

“How many rules do we have?" Jimin suddenly asked.

"T-three, Sir."

"Mmh, and tell me what they are?”

"No lying, remember my colors and no coming without permission," he recites softly.

"Good boy," Jimin praised lowly, caressing Yoongi's soft, round bottom, “I'm going to add one more rule to that list and we’re going to call it... tippy toes."

The mafia boss grinned to himself.

"T-Tippy toes, Sir?" Yoongi asked, a little shakily as his calves start to burn from the strain of holding his position.

"Mmh. On days that we're going to play, I may want you to wait for me in this position."

"Wait in this position?" Yoongi repeated, heart starting to pump just a little faster.

"Mmh. If I say I want you on your tippy toes, I expect to walk in here and see you waiting for me as you are now," Jimin murmured, teasing fingers running up the length of Yoongi's shapely legs, from his ankles to the back of his thighs.

Yoongi exhales shakily, resists the urge to buckle at the ticklish sensation.

"I want you beautifully bare, bent over this table, your pretty legs spread and on your dainty little toes. So your pretty little bottom is in the air, ready for me.”

The elder's whole body flushes hot.

“Think you can do that for me?” the mafia boss asked, gliding a cool palm against the elder's shaking inner thigh then cupping his balls and tugging them playfully.

Yoongi’s knees buckled in surprise this time and he falls back on his heels, a soft moan spilling from his lips. Jimin clicks his tongue in slight disappointment.

A sharp smack falls swiftly across Yoongi's right ass cheek, “Did I say you can move? And I asked you a question, baby,” he tuts, smacking Yoongi’s bottom again at the lack of response.

Yoongi keens softly, back arching prettily. He straightened his legs back again and lifted on his toes immediately, pushing his pinkish bottom up into position as he bites down on his lip. “I’m s-sorry, Sir—” he whimpered, a pleasant haze starting to settle over his head as he focuses on holding still.

"I can— do it, sir. On my tippy toes, whenever sir wants," Yoongi promises, so very earnestly.

Jimin beams, "That's my good boy," he praises before pressing two lubed fingers into Yoongi's tight hole and scissoring wide, thrusting the digits in and out.

"Fuck," Yoongi moans.

***

Jimin stretches his baby's tight hole until he's fucking three fingers in smoothly, before slipping out.

He positions his cock at Yoongi's hole, perfect height, and pushes in with one thrust, pressing warmly against his bottom as Yoongi gasps, squeezes around him tightly.

"Oh fuckk, so good, Sir. Fuck, please... Please, sir," Yoongi whimpers, begging Jimin to move.

Jimin fucks him slowly and steadily, savoring the sweet, tight grip of his baby's hole around his cock. Yoongi is seriously the fucking tightest he's ever had.

Fucking amazing.

He slips a hand around the elder's waist, gives his weeping cock a teasing stroke.

Yoongi's knees buckle and he whines, “Sir, oh fuck, please," he begs softly before quickly straightening his legs back up without being told.

Jimin is quietly impressed.

He pulls his cock out almost to the tip before snapping his hips forward again, fucking so deeply into Yoongi's hole and pushing him up even taller on his toes.

"Ohmygod," his baby chokes out, fingers scrambling against the fluffy pillow.

Jimin smirks, caressing Yoongi's hips.

He eyes the trembling set of Yoongi's shoulders, the way he's struggling to keep his heels up. Jimin knows the elder must be getting tired from holding his position but baby's trying so hard to be good, even as his body shakes.

Jimin is impossibly endeared.

He slides his palm down the slope of Yoongi's sweaty back, ruffles the boy’s dark, sweaty hair, "Okay?" he asked gruffly.

Yoongi nods and squeezes tightly around Jimin's cock in response. The mafia boss smirks. "Okay then," he murmured.

He starts to thrust harder and faster, Yoongi’s sweet, breathy whimpers like music to his ears, telling Jimin just how fucking good he feels from having the younger’s cock inside him. It flames and fires the dark, possessive thrill that often consumes Jimin’s soul whenever he has Yoongi beneath him.

The mafia boss chases his orgasm, thrusting and fucking hard until he spills into the elder's sweet, tight cavern, his hips stuttering as he fills his baby’s hole with his cum. Yoongi slumps down on the table as Jimin presses deep into him, his heels going slack as his arms give way. Jimin pulls his softening cock out then pats gently on Yoongi’s hips.

His baby pushes himself up immediately at his light touch, straightening his shaky legs even as he struggles to lift himself, “S-sorry, Sir,” he whispered hoarsely.

Jimin lifts Yoongi up by his waist to turn him around, then drawing him into a tight hug, “No, you’re okay,” he murmured into the curve of his ear. “Baby did so well for me, I'm so proud of you,” he praised warmly as Yoongi sinks into his embrace. Jimin caressed his back for a moment, letting Yoongi catch his breath, easing out of the haze in his head. Then the mafia boss heaves him easily into his arms, up in a bridal lift.

Yoongi squeaks in surprise, arms clutching around Jimin’s neck and the mafia boss chuckled. He kissed the elder’s forehead and carried him towards the bedroom, “Now it’s baby’s turn to get pampered hmm, for being such a good boy,” he said.

Yoongi giggles softly, “Baby gets to come now right?” he said in a hushed whisper, kicking his sore and tired legs a little excitedly, his cock twitching in anticipation.

The mafia boss snorts, “Yes, baby gets to come now.”

But the elder suddenly tenses, his bottom clenching as he bucks in Jimin’s hold. Jimin glances down into catlike eyes, widened and alarmed, “Sir, y-your come is leaking out!!” Yoongi squeaks and the mafia boss barks out a loud, surprised laugh.

“I’m serious!!” Yoongi whines, yelping when Jimin throws him on the bed carelessly, “Oooff—” he huffs, bouncing up slightly on the soft mattress.

“Clench that hole. Don’t move,” Jimin said, pining Yoongi to the bed with a narrowed gaze, then turns towards the bathroom. Yoongi grinned, folding his arms and staying still. His whole body is slicked dirtily with sweat, his precum and Jimin’s cum but well… the sheets are in need of a wash anyway. He’ll change them later… or get Jimin to change them for him later, he thought with a giggle.

The mafia boss returns with a warm towel and starts wiping the elder down.

Yoongi hums pleasurably, stretching out his tired muscles and pointing his toes as Jimin runs the towel up his legs, massaging him gently.

“Thank you, Sir,” he said softly.

Jimin smiled, eyeing the elder, “You were such a good boy for me today and you listened so well... Was it difficult?” He asked.

Yoongi’s bottom lip protruded out and he nods, “A little..? I’m— I’m sorry that Sir had to spank me... but I tried really really hard to stay in position and to be a good boy for you.”

Jimin’s gaze softened, “I know you did, and I said you did really well, didn’t I? You made me very pleased. Thank you for letting me play with you,” he said with a cheeky grin.

His baby’s round cheeks pinked prettily, “But tippy toes is really tiring, Sir. It’s like doing an exercise,” Yoongi confessed with a little sigh, “Baby doesn’t really like to exercise...”

The mafia boss bursts into laughter, spreading the elder’s legs and tugging him closer. He moves to rest on top of the slighter man. “Well... baby’s just going to have to learn to like it,” he murmured, kissing the elder’s nose, “cause you look so very beautiful when you’re on your tippy toes for me.”

Yoongi bites his lower lip, cheeks darkening further as he peered up at the younger through dark, inky lashes, “Okay, Sir,” he whispered in pout. Jimin huffed a soft laugh, kisses his baby’s forehead before sitting back up.

“Now turn around for me, brat,” he said, nudging Yoongi to lay on his front. Yoongi hugs the pillow to his chest, snuggles down as Jimin wipes between his cheeks.

“Show me your little flower, baby,” the mafia boss said lowly, tapping at the elder’s little pink hole. Yoongi blushed at the order, stuffing his hot face into the pillow as he slowly pushes the rest of Jimin’s cum out of his ass, breath hitching when he feels the younger’s fingers caressing and rubbing at his puckered rim as the thick cum oozes out, sliding down the inside of his thighs.

“Mmh. So pretty,” Jimin murmured, tapping against his puckered rim and spreading the cum that spilled out. He fucks it back into Yoongi’s little hole again. Yoongi mewls softly, little bottom clenching as the mafia boss continues playing with him. He ruts against the downy sheets, exhales softly at the gentle friction against his cock as Jimin finger fucks him, slowly and tenderly.

“Mmm… feels good, sir,” he moaned softly. Jimin smiled to himself, then smacks the back of Yoongi’s thigh softly and pulls his fingers away.

“Awwww,” Yoongi whined, kicking his legs out frustratedly. The mafia boss laughed, smacking the elder again before he wiped the elder down quickly. “Sir is such a tease,” Yoongi complained in pout, voice muffled from the pillow covering his face.

Jimin pressed his lips together, swallowing a laugh at the unhappy tone, “Okay, okay… no more teasing. Turn around for me, please.”

Yoongi flipped onto his back, staring up at Jimin with his lips cutely pursed. He slides his hands up Jimin’s arms and pulled him down towards him, “Kiss me please, Sir,” he requested. Jimin slots their lips together, sliding his tongue into the elder’s sweet mouth.

Yoongi kisses him back eagerly.

He wraps his legs around Jimin’s hips, rubbing their cocks together, “Mmmhhh, w-want to come please, Sir,” he begs sweetly against plump, glossy lips.

Jimin reaches down, gives the hard shaft a few strokes. “How does baby want to come?” he murmurs, sucking on Yoongi’s ear lobe.

“In— in your m-mouth? Please?” He asked shyly.

The mafia boss grinned, “Baby wants a blowjob hmm,” he said, nipping along Yoongi’s lower jaw.

“Yes, please, Sir— W-Want want your mouth...” Yoongi pleads, thrusting up into Jimin’s fist and moaning at the tight grip. Jimin kisses his way across milky white skin, down the length of Yoongi’s body, soft fluttery butterfly kisses that draw little mewls from Yoongi’s lips.

He pins his baby’s hips against the bed, licks a wet stripe up the length of Yoongi’s shaft before sucking the tip into his mouth. Yoongi gasps as Jimin tongues at his sensitive slit, his hips jerking up and bucking against the younger’s hold.

“F-Fuckk, Sir— oh fuck,” he moans, throwing his head back at the feel of Jimin’s sweet, hot mouth wrapped around his cock, back arching at the pleasure coursing through his veins.

The mafia boss pulled his lips off Yoongi’s length. “Eyes on me, baby. Watch,” he ordered, his voice rough and low.

Yoongi swallowed, trains his eyes on the younger obediently. He bites his lip, stomach quivering uncontrollably as he watches Jimin’s mouth sink down slowly on his length, deep throating the fuck out of Yoongi until his nose was resting against his bare, smooth groin.

“Ji-Jiminie— fuck,” Yoongi chokes out, lips parting as he continues to watch, Jimin’s sinfully glossy and plump lips wrapped so prettily around his cock.

The mafia boss starts bobbing his head up and down, and Yoongi seriously wished he could enjoy this longer. But the familiar heat was curling in the pit of his belly and he tenses, “P-Please may I come, Sir? Ji-Jiminie p-please?” Yoongi begs, fingers gripping on the younger’s shoulders.

Jimin released Yoongi’s cock with an obscene sounding pop, starts stroking him hard. “Come for me, baby. Let me taste you,” he rasped, opening his mouth wide and resting the pink head against the flat of his tongue.

Yoongi whimpered, hips jerking as he shoots into Jimin’s mouth. He keened softly at the sight of his cum on Jimin’s pink tongue before the younger swallows.

“Fuck, Sir is so hot,” he groaned, head thrown back again the downy sheets.

Jimin snorts, throat bobbing as he swallowed before crawling up the length of Yoongi’s body. He kissed his baby hard, slipping his tongue into Yoongi’s mouth and letting him taste the remnants of his own cum. Jimin kissed him until Yoongi’s lips were prettily reddened and plump.

“Satisfied?” Jimin asked playfully when he finally pulled away.

Yoongi hummed, “Sooo good.... Sir’s so hot... baby’s good... mmmm... lips...” he mumbled incoherently.

Jimin snickered, nuzzling into the curve of Yoongi’s neck. He turned on his back, pulling Yoongi to rest against him, his slender thigh thrown across Jimin’s hips.

The couple looked a gorgeous blend of light and dark. Yoongi’s snowy white skin, flushed pink against the toned, inked canvas of Jimin’s body. They’re sweaty and sticky, and could really do with a shower but for once, Jimin’s content to bask for a moment, as the late afternoon sun paints the room in soft, golden hues.

“Jiminie has the best lips... and cock. So good. Mmm, thick. Nice job,” Yoongi suddenly mumbled.

The mafia boss pressed his lips together, holding back a laugh. He glanced at his baby’s face, sees his eyes closed even though his lips are moving. “Mmhmm, so sweet like... yum. Mmm yeah kay, maybe— maybe later,” he mumbled again, snuggling closer.

Jimin snorts at the string of nonsensical words, cards his fingers gently through Yoongi’s hair. He presses a kiss to the sleeping baby’s forehead, embraces him a little tighter and resigns himself to a short nap.

***

After Jimin managed to rouse the elder, they sped through a shower before Yoongi was bundled up in his favourite sweater (an almost threadbare one from Jimin’s younger days) and a soft pair of shorts. He was deposited on the couch while the younger made him a cup of tea.

Then they sat, Yoongi between Jimin’s legs with his back pressed up against the younger’s chest, warm cup in his hands. He guided Jimin’s hands under the sweater to wrap around his waist. Yoongi was always a little clingier after sex, especially if it was particularly intense. The mafia boss is more than happy to oblige. His baby deserves all the cuddles whenever he wants.

“Okay?” He murmured, nosing against the curve of Yoongi’s ear. He tickles the soft skin of Yoongi’s belly.

His baby squirms, giggles.

Yoongi rests his head against Jimin’s shoulder, “Yeah, I’m okay. Jiminie...” eyeing the puppies on the TV screen, he suddenly asked, “Why don’t you have a puppy?”

“I don’t know. Why don’t you?” Jimin throws the question back.

Yoongi shrugged, “Didn’t want puppy to suffer with me. Puppies should have nice, big spaces to run around, like your garden!! Not my shitty apartment... well, old apartment.”

Jimin kissed the elder, hugs him tighter and a little protectively. “Hmm. I don’t know. Guess I never really thought very much about it. We can think about adopting one if you want,” he said offhandedly, knowing how much the elder likes animals.

Yoongi whips around, catlike eyes going round and wide, his tea sloshing in the cup and splashing against Jimin’s chest.

“Yah!!” The mafia boss groans, flinching back as wetness seeped into his shirt.

“S-Sorry— did you say that— we...”

Jimin paused. Fuck. There goes his fucking mouth again. His brain has no filter around this kid.

He gulped silently, “I said we can THINK about it. I didn’t say we are or we will.”

“We?” Yoongi asked shyly, his fingers tickling at Jimin’s chest, cheeks blushing adorably.

The mafia boss bit back a sigh. He’s fucking whipped. “We,” he repeated softly.

“Okay… cool,” Yoongi whispered, a gummy smile lighting up his entire face. He downed the rest of his tea, put the cup away and turned back to face the younger. Lifting the hem of Jimin’s damp shirt, he pulled the top off and hung it across the back of the couch.

The mafia boss watched silently as Yoongi tugged the throw from the foot of the couch and covered both of them with it, cuddling close against Jimin’s bare skin. He palms Yoongi’s bottom, breathes in his sweet scent.

Bangtan’s boss, cuddling with his pretty baby on a weekend afternoon. If some of the old families were to see him now, they’d drop dead from the shocking sight.

“Kittens or puppies?” The elder piped up, pulling him from his thoughts.

“Kittens.”

Yoongi hummed, starts throwing out random facts about kittens. And puppies. And goats.

Jimin lets his baby’s voice wash over him. For someone so pretty and tiny, Yoongi has a surprisingly deep voice. It’s tremendously soothing.

Jimin loves it.

Their conversation was starting to get a little heated when the door buzzer blared through the apartment, saving Jimin from the ridiculous discussion that Yoongi was starting to trap him in. He moved to shift the elder off, but Yoongi pressed his palms against his chest and held him in place. “No, Jiminie, you haven’t answered me!”

Jimin huffed a laugh, “I did! I said I’d save the kitten.”

“And let the dog starve?!” Yoongi stared at him in disappointment, brows furrowed.

“... As opposed to letting the kitten get sick and maybe die?”

“Well. Why wouldn’t you save both?!”

Jimin’s jaw dropped, flabbergasted, “You— you literally just asked which ONE I’d save!”

“It doesn’t mean you can’t save both!”

The mafia boss snorted, “You’re ridiculous—” The buzzer blared again, “and you better go get that door.”

Yoongi huffed and climbed off the younger, muttering under his breath as he walked towards the door.

“Look who it is first!” Jimin reminded. He turned his attention back to the TV, keeping an ear out on the conversation in the hallway. It sounds like Yoongi was speaking with a neighbour and getting increasingly excited by the sounds of his voice.

“JIMINIE! SEE! Kihyunie said he’d save BOTH of them! That’s the correct answer!” Yoongi exclaimed, bursting back into the living room. He was holding on to a wide-eyed and increasingly pale looking guy by his wrist.

Ah. Guy from the brunch.

“M-Mr Park, HI!” the guy stammered, bowing 90 degrees.

The mafia boss’ eyes narrowed at their linked hands, the bright smile on Yoongi’s face, how close they were standing.

“Did he now,” Jimin said dryly.

“Yeah, I knew you were smart, Kihyunie,” Yoongi said, turning to his neighbour with a wide grin, “hey, you don’t have to be so formal, it’s just Jiminie, you met just now at brunch!” he added, poking the guy’s waist.

Jimin tongued his cheek, irritation bubbling in his chest at Yoongi’s words, “Are you... calling me stupid, baby? For not knowing the right answer like… smart Kihyunie, was it?”

Kihyun popped up from his bow and at Jimin’s dark look, he ripped his wrist from Yoongi’s hold. His eyes bugged at the tattoos across Jimin’s very toned chest. “Oh ha ha, are you kidding, pretty sure you’re the smartest in this room, Mr Park. I wasn’t even sure what Yoongi was asking, I was just blabbering. ANYWAY—” he punctuated with an awkwardly loud clap.

“... THIS HAS BEEN FUN, but I just came to return this container and pass you the tea you wanted. Thanks for the cake, Yoongi,” he said, shoving the container over and bowing to Jimin again, “BYE MR PARK,” he blurted before turning tail and rushing out.

“W-what, KIHYUNIE WAIT,” Yoongi yelled, chasing after the guy.

Jimin rolled his eyes, stamping down on the ugly feeling spreading in his chest at seeing Yoongi running after someone else.

He wonders if this Kihyun person comes over often.

He needs Jinhyuk to give him better reports. Honestly, why isn’t the kid telling him all these fucking important information.

The front door beeps shut and Yoongi comes back into the apartment.

“That guy is seriously so weird sometimes,” Yoongi said as he heads to the kitchen. “Jiminie, do you want some of this tea from Kihyunie?”

Jimin bites his tongue. He just made Yoongi some tea! Why is Yoongi drinking more tea from someone else?

“Nope.”

“Coffee?”

“Nope.”

Yoongi walks back into the living room, sitting down gingerly as he takes a sip from yet another steaming mug. “Mmh, this really is quite good,” he mumbled, curling up against Jimin’s side.

The mafia boss repressed a sneer. It’s just fucking tea. He keeps his eyes fixed on the screen showing a doctor slicing open a corpse, Jimin’s own hands clasped tightly in his lap. He’s not exactly sure what movie is playing now, but the dark theme seems to fit his mood perfectly.

Yoongi nudges against Jimin’s arm with his shoulder, “Jiminie, cuddle me please,” he mumbles, taking another sip of his tea. Jimin slips an arm across the elder’s shoulder silently.

“What… what show is this,” Yoongi asked after a few minutes of silence, confusion colouring the tone of his voice.

“Mmh, I don’t know. Title says The Doctor.”

“It looks scary…”

Jimin hummed noncommittally.

The silence stretches.

It’s not a comfortable silence. The air between them tense and almost edgy. Like any slight movement would spark a fiery outburst.

Yoongi leans forward to place his mug on the table then turns to cuddle against the younger again. He scratches at Jimin’s thigh, picking at his pants. “Jiminie…” he whispered, “What’s... what’s wrong?” He asked hesitantly, peeking up at the other before looking back down.

“Hmm? What’s wrong?” Jimin parroted back, keeping his eyes on the screen.

“Why are you... you seem upset with me? What did I do wrong…” Yoongi mumbled, fingers twisting the fabric of Jimin’s pants nervously, lips pursed in a sad pout.

The mafia boss exhaled heavily.

After a pregnant pause, he pulled the elder closer, pressed a hard kiss against his temple, “Baby… You said if I had to choose ONE and when I chose one, you called me stupid in front of that guy! Also why are you so close to this Kihyun person. Stop making me jealous,” he blurted out in a huff. His face went red against his wishes, annoyed by how affected he was over something so silly.

Yoongi froze, fingers going stiff against Jimin’s thigh. Then his entire body started shaking as he vibrated with soft laughter. He moved to straddle Jimin, grasping the frowny face between his palms, “Jiminie,” he giggled, “I didn’t say you’re stupid! I was just… trying to be annoying,” he snorted to himself.  “Kihyunie is right, you know. Jiminie is the smartest person, in the whole world.”

Jimin rolled his eyes, “You could have just said in this room. Now it just makes you sound insincere and like you’re trying to butter me up.”

Yoongi laughed and leaned forward to peck the younger’s pillowy lips, “Jiminie… You… nobody’s been jealous because of me before,” he whispered, shoulders scrunching up shyly.

“Well I am, and it’s making my chest very very growly, so please— stop being so touchy and chasing after... people that are not me,” Jimin declared, squeezing the elder’s hips.

Yoongi blushed. He leaned forward, pretty gummy smile on his face as he gave Jimin an eskimo kiss before snuggling close, “Don’t be growly, sir. Baby’s all yours,” he promised, soft lips grazing against tattooed skin.

Jimin’s arms circled Yoongi’s waist, drawing the other flushed against him.

“Also,” Yoongi continued in a hushed whisper, “Hyunwoo hyung asked me about you, when you came to pick me last week. Asked who you are.”

“Mmh. And?”

“I said,” Yoongi giggled, “said you’re my BOYFRIEND.” He hid his face in Jimin’s shoulder, arms wrapping tight around the man.

Jimin’s heart stuttered.

He’s never been big on labels.

He thought “Best fuck of my life” had been alright.

But... Yoongi’s boyfriend. He stomps down on a bubble of laughter that almost escaped his chest.

Hmm. He likes it.

“Mmh. Sounds about right,” he said coolly, kissing Yoongi’s round cheek. Yoongi’s arms tighten around him and Jimin squeezes back, tucks his face close and breathes in the scent of the man that he’s come to grow so very very fond, so very protective of.

“Jiminie...” Yoongi murmured, lips tickling against the side of Jimin’s neck.

“Mmh?”

“How do you know Kihyun? You’ve seen him before?” the elder asks softly.

“I don’t. Know him that is. I’ve never met him.”

“Huh. But he knows you? Actually—” he pops up, frowning at the mafia boss, “Don’t you think he seems a lil scared of you? Did you— Jiminie, what did you do to him?”

Jimin gave his baby a flat stare, “I literally just said I’ve never met him.”

“Why does he seem so scared then!”

“How would I know. Weren’t you scared too when you first met me?” Jimin said dryly.

Yoongi paused, “I— I... was. I mean, it’s different!!” He said insistently, bouncing on the younger’s lap.

“Mmh. How’s it different?”

“I was— I was trying to— you know, so it made me more nervous,” Yoongi answered in pout and Jimin bites back a smile, “But... okay, so how does Kihyun know you then?”

Jimin shrugged dismissively.

He can’t be sure how the guy knows him.

It could be because Jimin owns this building and this is a known fact to all the tenants.

It could also be the fact that Jimin is ... well, the head of the mafia that runs Seoul.

“I own this building,” he says simply.

Yoongi looks contemplative, dark catlike eyes staring into Jimin’s own.

His baby has questions.

Jimin wonders if now’s a good time to make sure Yoongi’s stepping into this… relationship, with his eyes wide open. If he runs once he hears the truth... Jimin’s just going to have to deal.

Yoongi deserves to know.

“Is Jiminie... a fair... fair landlord?” The elder finally asked, a finger tracing along the ink across his chest, Jimin’s skin pebbling in the wake of his baby’s touch.

“What do you think?”

Yoongi nods, although a little hesitantly. Jimin laughs softly, “Yoongi-yah... remember the second night we met... when I said that I’m not good for you? Or when I said you don’t know how scary I can be...”

The elder nods, an uncertain frown marring his soft, innocent face.

“I really wasn’t kidding, you know…”

But Yoongi shakes his head adamantly, bottom lip protruding out. He cuddles back close, “No. You’re good for me. I know.. I know there are maybe some things that you do that... normal people don’t. You deal with some... scary people. Like... like Kahou and— and those men that night.”

His baby shudders unconsciously, fingers digging into Jimin’s side.

Jimin tilts Yoongi’s chin up and kissed him.

Soft.

Sweet.

Assuring.

The elder closes his eyes, exhales a quiet, happy little sigh.

He buries his face back into Jimin’s neck.

“Jiminie’s good and kind. You protect me and keep me safe... And make me so very happy. Jiminie always gives me everything I want... You’re the best and I’m the luckiest.” He says, voice steady and with a measure of certainty.

Jimin’s breath catches in his throat, fingers tightening against his baby’s waist. He chokes out a strangled laugh, “I’m the best huh.”

“Mmhmm. Best for me. Mine,” Yoongi echoed.

“Baby... I want— there’s something I want… need, to share with you. Maybe a bit about my family too.” He taps against Yoongi’s bottom, “But before that, will you tell me— what exactly is it that you think I do?”

“Uhm..” Yoongi hums, straightening up again and facing Jimin with a little confused frown, “You told me that night. You have lots of businesses... like the clubs and the hotel.. and the company... Jiminie’s a boss.”

The mafia boss laughs, a little lighter this time, “And.. Jinhyuk?”

“Jinhyuk is your assistant and one of your guards. And also like a driver. Jinhyukie does a lot,” he commented, fingers caressing the inked phoenix across Jimin’s chest.

Jimin snorted.

“You made Jinhyuk my guard too. Jinhyuk helps you protect me when you’re not around,” he continued. “You… you have a lot of guards, Jiminie. Sometimes they just stand around uselessly,” Yoongi mumbled.

The mafia boss goes still.

“You… you’ve never heard of Bangtan, baby?”

The elder’s forehead scrunched cutely, shaking his head, his lips pursed.

Jimin huffed a laugh. “Here goes nothing,” he thought. He pulls Yoongi closer to rest on his shoulder again, their chests pressed together and hearts beating in tandem. Jimin squeezes his baby’s nape, “Yoongi-ya...” he starts.

Over the next twenty minutes, Jimin does nothing but talk.

Yoongi does nothing but listen.

Jimin would have been worried were it not for the occasional kisses that he feels Yoongi pressing against his bare shoulder, the soft caress of his thumb against his collarbone while Jimin speaks.

He tells Yoongi about his parents, his father and what he used to do. His growing realization that society is way too corrupted and if you want to succeed, you need to play the game.

... but if you want to play the game. You need to have the means, the money, the dough.

Jimin tells Yoongi about his father becoming part of Bangtan, eventually taking over the reins. About the deeply intricate organization that slowly grew to control the streets of Seoul and the people that have a hand in how the businesses and politics are ran in this city.

He tells Yoongi about his parents getting killed, his angry spiral into an almost self-destructive end. About Jin and his father’s trusted advisors that pulled him back from the brink of hell, channeled and turned his burning anger into discipline, determination and grit.

He tells Yoongi about his revenge 5 years after his parents’ death that solidified his status as one to be feared, despite his age.

He tells Yoongi that he tries his level best to live by certain principles. Good principles. But to stay at the top, you need to constantly be kicking people off. So he admits to the elder, with frankness and candor that he’s probably done a lot of terrible things. He’s really not a good man.

Then he asks, so very quietly, if Yoongi is sure.

If he’s sure that Jimin is someone he wants to call his boyfriend.

If he’s sure that Jimin, whose soul is as dark as they come, is deserving of Yoongi’s affection. Because Yoongi is bright and vivacious, Yoongi is one of the good ones in this world.

Jimin is not.

Yoongi doesn’t answer for a few good minutes. But his gentle touches don’t stop.

“I think— I think there’s no single definition of what a good man is. It’s like... a spectrum right. And it depends on who you are to that person... it depends on the values that we hold,” Yoongi said. He taps his fingers against Jimin’s collarbone absently as he continued, “But I know that Jiminie... is caring... strong and fiercely protective of the people you... love. I see it in how you love your family... Kookie and Taehyung... Jinhyuk... You’re loyal and brave.”

Yoongi sits up, cups the younger’s face and thumbs the apples of his cheek. His gaze soft and almost reverent, “Jiminie is also kind to children, respectful to your elders... well, most times,” he said, patting the mafia boss’ head cheekily.

Jimin snorts, pinches his baby’s ass.

Yoongi yelps, reaches down to lace his fingers with Jimin’s, a tiny smile on his lips. Pretty, ebony eyes lock with the mafia boss, “So, Jiminie is a good man in my eyes. A very good man.”

Jimin huffs, “Not sure you’d say that if you knew of all the things I’ve done, baby.”

Yoongi bites his bottom lip, eyes dropping down, “I don’t— is it selfish for me to not want to know? I just... I really like you, Jiminie...” he mumbles quietly, “I don’t think anything you tell me is going to make me want to not be with you, if that’s what you’re thinking… Even— even if you sometimes do things that maybe normal people won’t... approve of. I don’t... I don’t care but I don’t want to know. I just— just want to be with you.” He ends off with a soft exhale, round cheeks puffing up like little dumplings, his fingers spreading wide across the expanse of Jimin’s chest.

Jimin reaches for Yoongi’s hands again, gives them a gentle squeeze, “Okay. I just need to make sure you know what you’re getting yourself into.”

The elder nods, “So… so that’s why— is that why Kihyunie is scared... why people are sometimes so...” he trails off.

The mafia boss hummed, “Well. The businesses that we have are kinda legit, baby. We actually do real work,” he snickered, “We have good connections... we’re a big player in the import-export industry. A lot of people know me,” he said matter of factly, not intended to boast.

He paused.

“And well, a lot of people also know Bangtan. And who runs it. So.”

“I must be living in a bubble this entire time...” Yoongi mumbled.

Jimin gave him a wry smile, “Innocent baby like you, wouldn’t have known we existed huh,” he teased.

The elder pouted, “I had enough on my plate trying to make ends meet and sending my tapes to people that’d listen.”

Jimin’s heart wrenched.

He tucks Yoongi’s head against the warm crook of his neck. Grazing his nose against the elder’s temple, soft wisps of dark air flitting across snowy skin, he murmured, “Well… you never have to worry about making ends meet anymore hmm. I’ll take care of you. And your tapes—”

Jimin frowned, “You’re really going to make me beg to hear the latest one huh?”

Yoongi giggled, “I’m shy!”

“Kook has heard it!”

“I’ll let you hear it when it’s ready. When it’s perfect,” his deep voice becoming a little shy, “Jiminie has inspired me.”

Jimin hugs his baby a little tighter, “Fine, I’ll be patient.”

“Mmh... so Jiminie’s a... big company boss during the day and a big mafia boss at night,” Yoongi said.

Jimin barks out a laugh, “I suppose that’s not inaccurate... you’re taking this surprisingly well, baby.”

The elder shrugs, “I mean, I guess I always knew you were... you know. Different— dangerous... But... you’re still my Jiminie right,” he said softly, voice muffled against Jimin’s shoulder.

Jimin sighed quietly, “Still your Jiminie,” he echoes.

The silence that follows after this time, is neither stilted nor uncomfortable... it’s almost peaceful.

“Aren’t you scared? At all?” Jimin asked, tugging gently on his baby’s ear lobe, fiddling with the little stud.

“Mmh. No... Jiminie keeps me safe.”

“Yeah… I will,” the mafia boss said, despite the niggling doubt prodding at the back of his mind. Jimin knows that the moment word gets out of Yoongi’s importance to the head of Bangtan, he instantly becomes a target.

Yoongi will be safer having no association with Jimin at all. Maybe.

But Jimin is terribly selfish too.

He doesn’t want to let Yoongi go. He doesn’t even think he can.

So the only thing he can do now, is to make sure Yoongi is protected to the best of his capabilities.

“Jiminie...” Yoongi mumbles, “Baby’s tired, wanna nap now... cuddle me please,” his arms slipping tightly around Jimin’s trimmed waist. The younger shifts, tilting Yoongi’s head back and kissing him on his lips. His baby’s eyes are already drooping shut.

The mafia boss snickers, “How are you sleepy after all that caffeine that you just filled your tiny little body with? Huh?” He teased, planting another kiss on Yoongi’s button nose.

“Tea is relaxing,” the elder replied in pout, lips cutely pursed, “Cuddle me, Jiminie. And it’s cold...”

Jimin laughs, hitches the throw back over them with his feet and shifting to wrap his limbs around his demanding baby, “You’re the one that’s all wrapped up and you’re telling me it’s cold?”

“Yes, I’m not... hot like Jiminie.” Yoongi giggled, pressing a finger against Jimin and making a sizzling noise. The mafia boss cackled, head thrown back in glee, “Yeah okay, you’re definitely spending way too much time with Jin hyung. I’m gonna need to put a stop to that.”

He feels Yoongi smiling against the crook of his neck.

“Sleep now, Jiminie. Will make you yummy food when we wake up,” Yoongi mumbled.

As Yoongi drifted off, Jimin stayed awake. Too many thoughts in his head.

It’s funny how quickly your life can change. How meeting one person can shake up your entire world, make you reevaluate your choices, your priorities. It’s been... maybe just two months or so since Yoongi stumbled into his life, planted his cute little ass down and claimed a spot in Jimin’s heart.

He knows he’s in love, even if he hasn’t voiced it out yet. It’s a scary thought because love also means vulnerability. And the mafia boss is not friends with vulnerability.

But this new path that he’s charting alongside Yoongi... also makes him happy in a way that he has never felt before. It makes him want to throw caution to the wind.

To say fuck it, come what may.

Because being able to make Yoongi laugh, seeing the pretty gummy smile on his face, hearing his giggles, watching him blush a rosy pink at Jimin’s praises, watching him glow when Jimin surprises him with a gift, watching him moan so very sweetly when Jimin slides into him— Ignites this bright spark within Jimin’s dark soul.

The mafia boss is not used to his world being lighted up this way.

But Jimin... Jimin likes it.

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“Jin hyung!!!! Your sous chef is here!!!” Yoongi shouted as he bounded into the house. He hopes that Jin really went with Italian for tonight’s menu. He has come wholly prepared. Jinhyuk was trailing a few steps behind, with a grimace as he struggled with a huge wrapped box in his arms.

“Uh, Yoongi-ya, just in time but I need you to do a grocery run for me. The fools brought me the wrong herbs,” Jin grumbled, his hair in a fluffy mess and flour on his cheeks. He nudged his round glasses up with his wrists, smearing more flour on his cheeks in the process.

Yoongi giggled, "Hyungie, your cheeks."

Jin huffed, "I know, flour everywhere. Can you grab the paper by the refrigerator?"

The younger swiped up the note and thought to himself. The fools that Jin is referring to must be either Taehyung or Hoseok or both. Jungkook has quite a keen interest in cooking too so he usually follows instructions well — Yoongi and him are often the ones in the kitchen helping Jin out.

“What are you missing from this list? And where’s Kookie?”

“He’s out with Jimin and Joon— yah, Jinhyuk what’s that?!” Jin asked as he noticed the younger who heaved the heavy box up onto a free space on the counter.

Yoongi clapped his hands in glee, “Hyung it’s your present!!!! Thanks Jinhyukie—” he said sheepishly, noticing the tired look on his guard's face.

“What the hell is that...”

“I got you a pasta maker!!!!” Yoongi replied with a shout.

“... hyung, what’s the point of wrapping it if you’re just going to announce it...” Jinhyuk said with a deadpanned look.

The elder giggled, “Sorry, I got too excited. Hyung hyung, open it now so we can use it!!! I was so happy when you said Italian for tonight!!"

But despite all of Yoongi’s cajoling, pleas and terribly adorable puss in boots eyes that he unleashed on the elder, Jin had to say no. “It’s going to take too much time, Yoongi-yah...” he said a little regretfully, “but hey, this is really gorgeous though,” he continued, running his hand over the smooth surface of the gleaming machine. He  pulled Yoongi into a tight hug and ruffled his hair, “Thanks, Yoons. I love it. Promise we’ll use it next week!”

The younger huffed a resigned sigh, “Okay... but don’t try it without me okay!!”

“Yes yes, now these are the things that the idiots missed out on, mostly herbs and garnish. Help me out please?”

Yoongi nodded, “Mmhmm of course! Jinhyukie let’s go!!” He said, dragging the groaning younger out of the kitchen on yet another heavy lifting task on his part.

***

When they got back with brown bags in Jinhyuk’s arms, Jimin, Namjoon and Jungkook were already camped out in the living room, bottles of beer scattered across the coffee table. The mess in the kitchen was also half cleaned and Jin looked like he was just waiting for the herbs to add the finishing touches.

Yoongi called out a general greeting before going into the kitchen, “Ahhhh hyung, why’d you do everything so fast! I wanted to help you!” He said softly. The elder grinned and patted his head, murmuring a quiet thanks to Jinhyuk who passed him the bags. “The menu’s not too complex today, plus the animals outside came in with their stomachs growling," Jin told Yoongi, "Go hang with the starving animals for a bit, I'll finish up here."

Yoongi giggled then skipped out to the trio, heading straight for Jungkook. He leaned over the couch and hugged the younger, whispering in his ear, “Kookie! Come! Wanna tell you something!!” He pushed at his best friend, nudging him up.

“Yah, where’s my hello kiss and hug, brat?” Jimin complained from the love seat, frowning at the two of them. The elder shuffled forward sheepishly as the others laughed. He straddled the mafia boss’ lap and fingered the soft material of his boyfriend's pastel blue shirt. "Hey, I bought this for you..." he said with a pleased little smile. Yoongi had complained that Jimin didn't have enough colors in his wardrobe and took it upon himself to slip in a few pastel colors here and there, hoping that he'll one day pick it up. He didn't think he'd see it on the mafia boss so soon.

"Mmh. You think I didn't notice the colors bursting in my black and white closet? "

Yoongi grinned cheekily and tugged him forward into a sweet little kiss, licking tenderly at plump lips before pulling away. “And Hello, you look very handsome in pastel,” he said cutely, giving his boyfriend a gummy smile before planting a quick peck on his nose, resting his arms on Jimin's shoulder, “And I just saw you and kissed you this morning, Jiminie!”

Jimin arched his brow, “Oh? Is that how it works. Just because you’ve seen me in the morning, I don’t get a kiss and hug when I see you again at night? I’ll remember that...”

Yoongi snickered and started backtracking, shaking his head vigorously, “Noooooo noooo." Then he attacked his boyfriend with wet smooches all over his cheeks, lips and forehead until the younger snorted and pulled him into yet another kiss against his lips.

“Yahh hyung, come on already," Jungkook interrupted, "And stop being so cringey, Jimin hyung.”

The elder giggled, giving Jimin another kiss before scrambling off his lap, “Be right back, Jiminie.” He grabbed at Jungkook’s arm, pulling him out of the room and into the back porch.

***

“What’s up?” Jungkook piped up the moment the door slid shut behind them.

“Kookie,” Yoongi started, turning to the younger with wide eyes as he leaned against the wooden porch on his forearms, “I’ve been dying to tell someone this... Yesterday, Jiminie... he...”

“He what??” Jungkook pressed, after a moment of silence.

“Jiminie called me... love.” Yoongi shared in a hushed whisper before slapping a palm over his mouth, his eyes dancing with unrestrained glee.

Jungkook’s brown doe eyes widened into circles before he grinned brightly, “What? Like when? And what did you say??”

Yoongi flushed a dark red, “I mean... we were like... making out on the couch... and he said he can’t wait to fuck me. And he called me love,” he suddenly bit on his lower lip, sounding a little hesitant, “do you... do you think it’s just a slip? Like he didn’t mean it? It was just dirty talk or something?”

The younger shook his head vigorously, “No! How is love dirty talk. And I don’t... I don’t think Jimin hyung says that word loosely... I know he loves us but trying to get him to say I love you to us when we’ve already known him forever is like pulling teeth!”

“He didn’t exactly say he loves me, Kookie…”

“Yah hyung! You know what I mean. Anyway what did you say??”

“I didn’t say anything!! I thought I heard him wrong then I kinda panicked... then he told me to go get a pillow and we— you know.” The elder's cheeks heat up at the memory of tippy toes.

Jungkook slapped a hand over his face.

“So, so you think he loves me?” Yoongi asked, catlike eyes round and hopeful.

“Well.. he called you love..? And yah... hyung, shouldn’t you be asking him and not me?!”

“I can’t ask him that!!! We like just became boyfriends not long ago… and like made it official official yesterday too. Kookie, we talked soooo much,” Yoongi shared shyly, even though he looked immensely pleased.

Jungkook snorted then slung his arm around the elder’s neck and pulled him close, “Couldn’t have slipped in a question about whether he loves you when you guys were becoming official boyfriends?”

Yoongi rolled his eyes, resting his head on his best friend’s shoulder, “I didn’t want to scare him away... It’s only been like a few months.”

The younger hummed, "I don’t really think how long you’ve been together matters... I mean, do you love him?”

“I— I think so?”

“There you go.”

Yoongi ducked his head down and smiled to himself. 

“Anyway, whatever it is, you’re definitely Jimin hyung’s most precious baby—”

The door slides open swiftly and Yoongi was tugged out of his best friend’s hold and hauled back against a broad chest, the familiar scent of cedar and cardamom filling his nose.

He giggled.

“I want my precious baby back now, please,” Jimin said loudly, giving Yoongi a loud and wet smooch against his cheek.

Jungkook rolled his eyes at the mafia boss and squeezed past the couple, “Please don’t make out for too long, I’m starving,” he muttered as he slides the balcony door close behind him.

Jimin caged the elder against the wooden railings, nosed the back of his ear, “What were y’all talking about...” he murmured, nipping Yoongi playfully.

Yoongi beamed, he hasn't been able to stop smiling since yesterday. Pressing himself back against his boyfriend, he winds Jimin's arms tighter around his waist, “Talking about you. I had to clock in my daily gushes about how my boyfriend is so so so hot.”

“Next time just gush to your boyfriend. I heard he likes being praised about how hot he is, too."

The elder laughed, leaning his head back against Jimin's shoulder as bubbly giggles spilled from his lips. If sounds had colors, the back porch would be splattered with blotches of pastel pinks and orange as Yoongi's happy giggles permeated through the hazy evening dusk. Jimin squeezes his baby in his arms, pillowy lips pressing against the pale stretch of Yoongi's throat.

Then a loud rumbly growl from Jimin’s stomach pierced the air, breaking the quietly blissful mood.

Yoongi let out a gleeful snort, turning around in the younger's arms and pushing Jimin back into the house, “Yeah okay, I think we better go feed that monster first huh...”

The mafia boss smiled, tugging the elder along, into the folds of his brothers’ laughter as they settled around the dinner table.

***

“Want more potatoes, please,” Yoongi said softly, nudging at Jimin. The mafia boss stretched for the bowl at his end of the table and dished a serving for the elder.

“More sour cream?” Jimin asked, then scooping a dollop onto Yoongi’s plate at his quiet “Mmhmm.”

“Thank you, boyfriend,” Yoongi quipped, then giggled to himself.

But his words came just at a moment when the chatter around them had come to a pause, causing his soft little quip to ring loud and clear.

Hoseok coughed.

Jungkook snorted then his eyes widened gleefully at the dark flush crawling up Jimin’s neck, “Ohh.. OHH... Jimin hyunggg– are you getting shy??!”

“Ahhhh, finally made it official huh,” Jin teased.

Their youngest snickered, “Jin hyung, they’ve practically been boyfriends since after Busan when we ALL walked in on them FaceTiming like sappy idiots.”

“WE knew, but I don’t think our dear Boss Park here realised huh,” Hoseok said with a fond smile.

Yoongi peeked at Jimin through the corner of his eyes. His boyfriend’s cheeks looked uncharacteristically pink. Yoongi’s own cheeks heated up and he started stuffing more potatoes into his mouth.

Soft amused laughter floated around the table but when Jungkook wouldn’t stop goading and teasing the mafia boss, Jimin reached out to smack the back of his head. “Shut up, brat. What are you? In kindergarten? Yes... when adults like each other a lot, they will become boyfriends.”

After a pause, he added, “Someday when you and Tae grow up, you can be boyfriends too hmm.”

Yoongi choked at the jibe, coughing and thumping at his chest while Taehyung groaned loudly about getting unfairly dragged into the mess for no good reason.

“Yah, eat slowly, no one is stealing your food, baby,” Jimin scolded, patting Yoongi’s back and handing him his glass of water, "Drink."

The elder took small sips until the tightness in his chest dissipated, then turned to Jimin with an embarrassed smile. The mafia boss snorted and kissed his forehead, ruffling the soft hair at the back of Yoongi's head.

“Ahh... The fearsome Bangtan boss settling down... Eomma will be so proud, Jimin,” Jin teased. He gave Yoongi a cheeky wink, causing him to blush.

At that moment, Yoongi caught some weird looks being thrown between the guys, especially Namjoon and Jimin, their eyes darting furtively. Then Jimin threaded his fingers through Yoongi’s hair again, fluffing it up softly. He announced in a quiet tone, “Yoongi knows by the way... Gave him a quick history lesson on Bangtan yesterday and this crazy kid says he still wants to stick around.”

Yoongi turned to look at the mafia boss and found him already staring back, his dark eyes piercing and intense, “I’m not crazy,” he said poutily, “I just l-like you… a lot.”

Coos broke out across the table.

His boyfriend smiled back at him softly then pulled him into another kiss.

A loud and dramatic sigh from their youngest cut through the sappy moment. Resting his face between his palms as he stared at the couple, Jungkook pondered, “Oh when oh when will I grow up and get a boyfriend…”

In the blink of an eye, the smile on Yoongi's face dissipated and his narrowed gaze turned to Taehyung who cleared his throat awkwardly before sliding his chair back and standing up.

“Mmh. I'm going to get another bottle from the cellar. Another red okay, Jimin?”

The mafia boss turned to his Second with a wry smile on his face, “Sure.”

As Taehyung walked out, Yoongi wrinkled his nose at Jungkook. He rolled his eyes and mouthed “So stupid” at his best friend, causing the younger to also roll his eyes and giggle in response.

But Yoongi’s taunt didn’t go unnoticed.

Jimin pinched the soft flesh of his waist, causing him to yelp, his cutleries clanging onto his plate.

“Stay out of it,” his boyfriend said dryly, shooting him a knowing look.

The elder pouted, “Jiminie, you dragged them first and Taehyung is being the stupidest. You know what, he really should just man up and—”

Jimin pinched his cheek this time, interrupting him and causing the rest of his words to dissolve into sounds of protests, “Owww Jiminie—”

“Stay out of it,” the mafia boss repeated flatly, still not letting go.

“Okay okay f-fwine—”Yoongi garbled out, tapping repeatedly at Jimin’s hand.

When his boyfriend finally let go, Yoongi rubbed at his marshmallowy cheek gently then gave Jimin a dismayed, pouty look, “That hurts.”

“It was supposed to.”

“He really is the stupidest though,” Jungkook said with a sigh, “Maybe I should just go do that thing I was telling you about, Yoongi hyung.”

The elder's head whipped to his friend, “No!” he objected so vehemently that it startled Jimin and actually caused him to flinch.

Yoongi knows exactly what Jungkook is thinking of and it’s a guaranteed disaster waiting to happen. Sometimes he thinks his best friend was dropped on his head when he was a child, multiple times. A silent conversation warred on between the two, intense stares and furrowed brows shooting across the table at lighting speed.

“I’m way too old for this,” Namjoon chimed in as he observed the secretive looks being tossed around. He reached out for a second serving of pasta instead. “I’ve never been more glad that we are the old married couple, babe,” he said as he turned to his husband with a smirk.

Jin snorted, “Ahhhh... to be young and experiencing the early thrills of angsty romance. How cute…”

Jimin scoffed at his brothers and hurled a few bread rolls at Jin and Namjoon, “Please. Don’t act all pompous, you guys are baby weds. You know nothing.”

“And guys. Some of us here are still single…” Hoseok piped up, taking a sip of his wine.

“Hobi hyung—”

“KOOKIE!!”

Jungkook rolled his eyes and heaved a dramatic sigh, “Fine, fine,” he muttered just as Taehyung returned. As their glasses were refilled, Jimin steered the conversation expertly towards more neutral ground, and dinner continued amidst the chatter.

Yoongi turned to his boyfriend with a slight frown, “My cheek still hurts, kiss it better, please,” he said, tapping his face.

The mafia boss raised a single arched brow, "Are you going to be minding your own business like I said?"

Yoongi clicked his tongue and scowled at his boyfriend who just stared back impassively, holding Yoongi's gaze. When the elder continued to keep silent, Jimin raised his hand as though moving to pinch his little round cheeks again but Yoongi's arm shot up quickly to block the incoming attack, "OKAY FINE!" he muttered grudgingly. 

Jimin smirked, shaking his head fondly at his boyfriend before he leaned across and pressed a soft kiss against Yoongi’s cheek, as requested.

Then another.

And another.

Until Yoongi’s frown gave way once again to bubbly laughter and he turned to catch Jimin’s lips against his own. Jimin gives the best kisses.

They kissed, softly and sweetly in their own world.

Until Jin lobbed a bread roll at Jimin’s head.

Needless to say, dinner descended into a very messy affair.

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[Time Skip: ~5months]

Yoongi stared up at the ceiling, fingers tapping against the couch. The Mnet countdown is playing on the TV, bright and cheerful music filing the room.

He’s bored.

He wants to do something fun.

“Jinhyukkkk.”

No response.

“Jin—” Yoongi paused.

Right. He forgot Jimin had sent his guard on some task that Yoongi’s not supposed to know the details of.

He sighed, turned his gaze back to the screen where several guys were dancing.

A night out would be nice.

Jimin hasn’t brought him to Dionysus in a while and the last few times that they went, he only got to hang out in the lounge. 

He feels like dancing tonight. 

He pushed himself off the couch, creeps slowly towards the ground floor study. As he walks down the hallway, he hears soft murmurs coming from the room. YES! The door was flung wide open so that means they’re done with the serious stuff.

Yoongi sticks his head slowly out the side of the open door, peeking in.

Jimin’s standing, leaning back against the front of his table, arms casually crossed as he listens to Namjoon rattle on about something. 

Jungkook... is doing push-ups on the floor.

A giggle escaped his lips at the weird yet also strangely normal sight and Jimin’s head snaps towards him.

“Hi baby,” he said warmly, eyes crinkling at the corners as he smiles. He opens his arms and gestured the elder forward.

Yoongi beamed, moving quickly to step into his boyfriend’s embrace. He nosed against the open collar of Jimin’s shirt, “Jiminie, I’m sooo bored...”

The mafia boss chuckled and pressed a kiss against his temple, “I’m sorry we took a little longer than expected… we are done now though. What do you wanna do? Are you hungry yet? Do you wanna go to your favorite tteokbokki place for dinner?”

He lets out an excited gasp, “YES, PLEASE!” He turns to Jungkook... who’s still doing push-ups.

Seriously, he's such a weirdo. And Yoongi doesn’t even know where his best friend gets all that energy from, he knows that the boy just literally had a long sparring session with Jimin earlier this morning! Yoongi shoots Jimin an impish smile before pulling out of his embrace and skipping over to his best friend. “Kooookie!” He quipped before flopping down onto the younger’s back, causing Namjoon to snort loudly in surprise.

But Jungkook, that monster, barely flinched.

He continues pressing up and down on his ridiculous arms despite the additional weight on his back. Like nothing changed.

Yoongi sighed, bobbing up and down on his friend's back. “Kooookie—” he mumbled, patting on the sweaty back, “stop exercising already. Let’s go have tteokbokki then drinks then to the club!! It's been so long since we had a fun night out!”  

“Who said anything about the club?”

Yoongi's head shot up and he looked at his boyfriend with pretty, imploring eyes, “Jiminie, I wanna dance... please? You haven’t brought me in a while and the last times we went we just hung out in the lounge, I didn't even get to dance,” he said, bottom lip protruding out.

“I don’t recall you complaining,” Jimin said with a smirk.

The innocent looking elder flushed as the memory of his boyfriend fucking him up against the wall flashed through his mind. Followed by the memory of Jimin sprawled lazily against the couch as he made Yoongi kneel and hump his leg until he was desperately hard and sensitive, skimming the edge of pleasure and pain, as he begged to be allowed to stop.

Yoongi swallowed.

Jimin had teased and edged him for so long that night, that when he finally got to come, he swore he saw stars. The mafia boss ended up having to carry him out to the car and Jinhyuk didn’t stop teasing him for days. 

“I didn’t… say it wasn’t fun..." he mumbled in pout, cheeks flushing darkly, "but we didn’t get to dance and I really wanna dance tonight."

“Hyung—” Jungkook huffed, arms locking in a plank position, “Get up, I’m done.”

Yoongi climbed off his crazy best friend and walked back towards the mafia boss. “Jiminieee, please?” He asked again, so very sweetly, cocking his head to the side and lips prettily pursed. He smoothed his palms across the younger’s chest, grazing playfully across his nipples. The elder made sure to press the entire length of his body warmly up against his boyfriend, utilising every weapon in his bag.

Jimin's lips quirked, not oblivious to his baby's attempts. He ran his fingers through the dark fringe of Yoongi’s hair, pushing it back slightly then kissed Yoongi's pouty lips, “How can I say no when you ask me so nicely and sweetly…” he murmured.

Yoongi pumped his fists in the air cutely, drawing snickers from both Jimin and Namjoon. He threw his arms around his boyfriend and hugged him tight, “Jiminie's the best! Will get ready!!” He scurried out of the room but not before shouting over his shoulder, “Kookie STOP LYING ON THE FLOOR. GO SHOWER AND GET READY TOO!!”

Laughter trailed after him as he sped down the hallway.

He's so excited!!

***

By the time they got to Dionysus, the club was already brimming with people that were drunk from a mixture of alcohol, adrenaline, lust and the rhythmic dance beats.

Yoongi was already bouncing from the moment they set foot in.

Well actually, he has been bouncing since dinner. The few soju bombs that he had taken earlier has also brought out a pinkish flush to his marshmallowy cheeks.

“Have fun, be good,” Jimin said, giving Yoongi a quick kiss before pulling away, turning to head towards the stairs leading up to the lounge but the elder tugged him back sharply.

“Nooo— where are you going. Dance with me, Jiminie,” he said in pout, pretty lips glossy and pink.

The mafia boss chuckled, “You’ll have more fun dancing with Kook and Seok, baby. I’ll be upstairs okay.” He kissed his baby again, a little harder this time, their tongues slipping wetly against each other. Jimin hums at the sweet hint of cranberry.

He hears the distinct sounds of Jungkook's laughter from somewhere to his right.

“But I wanna dance with you!” Yoongi said pleadingly.

Jimin groaned, a little half heartedly, knowing that he’s going to end up giving in to his baby anyway. He lets his grinning boyfriend pull him into the crowd of bodies jumping and moving and swaying to the beat. When the elder spins around, he smiles so very prettily then presses himself up close and personal, hands going around Jimin’s waist as he dances and sways.

They’ve both already had quite a bit to drink and are pleasantly mellow and buzzed.

Yoongi's singing along softly and Jimin stares, transfixed.

His baby is glowing under the strobe lights, looking so very beautiful, too beautiful for this world almost. Jimin dances along, occasionally kissing at Yoongi’s cheek and temple.

The floor is packed but everyone is engrossed in the music, no one paying Jimin and Yoongi any mind. When the music starts to take on a more sultry tone, their moves change too. From the relaxed and easy sways to sharper moves and grinds. Yoongi peers at his boyfriend through hooded eyes, gyrating playfully against him as he sucks teasingly on his lower lip.

Jimin gives it back just as good.

His palms skim teasingly against his baby’s sides, reaching down to squeeze his pert little bottom and hitching him up against his groin.

He mouthes against the sensitive spot at the back of Yoongi’s ear, sucking gently while he slides his palm under the elder's shirt, pressing against hot, damp skin.

Jimin smirks at his baby's gasp, an almost whimper.

But then Yoongi pushes Jimin back playfully, putting some distance between them. He bites at his bottom lip and gives him a little wink, “J-Just dancing, Jiminie. No funny business.”

The mafia boss’ brows shot up and he started laughing, shaking his head in fond exasperation. He placed his hands above Yoongi’s waist and tugs him in again sharply, “Fine, no funny business,” he murmured before placing a kiss against Yoongi's forehead.

He doesn’t know how long they end up dancing but they’re eventually both a hot, sweaty mess.

It’s been refreshingly fun.

Jimin rarely comes down to the main dance floor anymore. But he used to. He always thought that dancing was a fun form of foreplay, getting hot and heavy on the floor before he took them up to the lounge or wherever that was a convenient place to fuck.

These days, (well, until Yoongi came about) he preferred to leave Taehyung or Jungkook to invite the ones that catch his eyes up to the lounge.

Yoongi is clearly having a ball tonight though. They really should do this more often.

But he’s now also thirsty as fuck. And god, he's tired.

“Alright, I need a drink or ten, and it’s too fucking hot down here,” he rasped into Yoongi’s ear, squeezing his waist.

His baby shook his head, jumping up and down as the music transitioned again into catchy, thumping beats, “Dance dance dance!” Yoongi chants and Jimin laughed out loud.

“YEAH OKAY, YOU KEEP DANCING,” he shouted over the music. He looked around and caught Jungkook and Hoseok in the sea of people, starts pushing Yoongi in their direction. The kid is crazy high on adrenaline, jumping and pumping his hands in the air along with the music.

It’s so fucking cute.

“YO,” he calls out, gripping the back of Jungkook’s neck and making sure Yoongi is pulled into their circle, “I’m going upstairs, stay with him.” The younger nods and starts dancing along with Yoongi, who already has his eyes closed and has clearly immersed himself back into the flow.

As he leaves the dance floor, Jimin sees that Jinhyuk is watching by the edge and a few other guys are already standing guard at strategically placed areas. He pats the younger’s back as he passes, makes his way up to the lounge.

Jimin sighs in relief when the stronger air conditioning blows across his hair, cooling him quickly as he ascends the steps.

//Yeah. He’s maybe getting a little too old for the dance floor//, he thought, chuckling with mirth.

***

“Hyung, drink—” Jungkook pushed a glass into his hand, gripping his shoulder to still him for a moment. Yoongi raised the glass to his lips and after the first sip of icy water flowed down his parched throat, he starts gulping the rest down quickly. He didn’t realise he was so thirsty.

“Gonna get a refill," he said, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.

“I’ll go—”

“It’s okay, Kookie. It’s just here, I’ll be right back. Wanna say hi to Hyunsik hyung too,” Yoongi said, pointing over to the bartender that had told him to be careful, the second night that he stepped into Dionysus looking for Jimin.

He has become fast friends with Hyunsik after and the elder has now taken to calling Yoongi the “ballsy kid” for going after Jimin so relentlessly.

It always makes Yoongi laugh.

“HYUNG!” he shouted, leaning over the bar and waving at Hyunsik who was serving someone else.

“Ah, the ballsy kid again. Here to steal more hearts?”

Yoongi giggled, “Can I have more iced water please,” he asked, sticking out his glass.

“Nayeon, refill his glass will you? And stay there kid, got something new for you to try, you’ll like it.”

Yoongi murmured a quiet thanks to the girl, gulping his water as he waited for Hyunsik to finish serving the other customer. Looking over his shoulder, he saw Jungkook watching him even as he danced. Yoongi shot his best friend a gummy smile and gave him a reassuring wave. As he turns back around, he feels a soft nudge against his arm. He looks to the side and comes face to face with two girls smiling at him. He figured it was an accidental nudge given how crowded it was at the bar. So he smiles back politely before looking away, taking another gulp of water.

“Min Yoongi right?”

Yoongi’s brows rose in surprise and he turned to face the girls again, “Uh huh,” he mumbled with a slight nod, “Have we met?” he asked with a curious tilt.

“Kim Yejin, she’s Lee Minsi,” the girl closer to him introduced before sticking out her hand with a sweet smile.

Yoongi lips quirked up automatically in response and he shook Yejin's hand, “Nice to meet you— how do you know my name?”

A slight smirk crossed Minsi's face and she cocked her head, running her eyes over him, “Everyone knows you, Min Yoongi. You’re the newest Bangtan baby right?”

Yoongi frowned instantly, not liking the tone of Minsi’s voice.

"The one that’s always following Jimin oppa around these days," she continued, lips curled into an unattractive sneer.

“I’m not— are you Jiminie’s friends?” He figures they must be if they’re calling Jimin, oppa. But she doesn't sound very nice at all.

Yejin jabbed her friend in the side then gave Yoongi a tiny smile, “Yeah we are. Don’t mind her, she’s just sore that you get to be with Jimin oppa now and he hasn’t called her in a while.”

Yoongi’s fingers tightened around his glass at those words.

//Right, another one of Jimin’s ex-partners... Great.// He clenched his jaw, stared back at her with an unwavering gaze and tries to keep his face expressionless. But judging by the smirk tugging at Yejin’s lips, he doesn’t think he succeeded.

“Anyway, we heard through the grapevine that he’s exclusive now... with you. You’re really forcing him to just stick with you huh. Don't you think that's a little selfish? Won’t he get... bored?” She rested her chin on her palm, arched an elegant brow at him questioningly.

Yoongi stiffened.

Yejin had smiled so very sweetly and innocently but her words were dripping with such condescension and sarcasm.

“I’m actually surprised that oppa isn’t already bored.” Minsi interjected, with a little wrinkle of her nose as she looked at him. “I mean... if he wanted to be exclusive, I thought it’ll be with someone sexier, more eligible like you, noona. Or even Minjae or Sungwoon. Actually... weren't you guys almost exclusive? Then you decided against it cause where’s the fun in that right?” she ended with an almost derisive laugh.

Yejin grinned with a slight shrug, “I mean, we both liked having a variety... Actually, I’m sure he still does.”

Yoongi’s heart dropped. //What.//

“Hey kid, try this—” Hyunsik’s voice interrupted as he placed a glass in front of him. Yoongi whipped his head towards the elder whose eyes widened when he saw the look on Yoongi’s face. “Yah, Yejin-ah... what did you say to Yoongi. Stop terrorising people!”

Yejin laughed, the sound flutteringly soft.

//She sounds so harmless...//

“Oppa, I was just making friendly conversation… Anyway! Let’s go Minsi, I love this song! Bye Yoongi-ssi, it was nice meeting you!” she said before disappearing amongst the dancing crowd, with Minsi in tow.

“You okay?” Hyunsik asked, ruffling his hair.

“Hyung!” Jinhyuk suddenly appeared at his side, “You okay?”

“HYUNG! What? What’s wrong?!!” Jungkook crowded him from the back.

Despite the unpleasant encounter he just had, Yoongi couldn’t help the giggles bubbling up from his chest as he looked around himself, at the faces of the three protective guys that had suddenly materialised.

Jinhyuk exhaled softly at his giggles and Yoongi gave him a toothy grin. “I’m okay, guys,” he said shyly, rubbing his nose.

“Ok, then wave to Boss,” Jungkook said, gripping his head and turning him to look up towards the VIP lounge.

Jimin was leaning against the railings, looking like he was about to come down the stairs. Even from this distance, Yoongi could see the worry on his face.

Yoongi gave him a wide, gummy smile and a cute little wave. Jimin grinned back then waved his phone at him, gesturing for Yoongi to check his own. He pulled it out from his pocket and saw that he has 5 notifications from his boyfriend.

The messages were sent some time ago, probably when he was dancing with Jungkook.

11:32pm

<Ahh. You look so beautiful, baby.>

11:32pm:

<God, I’m so lucky.>

11:39pm:

<Seeing you so happy makes me really happy too.>

11:41pm:

<Have I told you today that you’re beautiful?>

11:42pm:

<My pretty baby.>

“Ohmygod... why the hell is hyung always so cringey these days!! What have you been feeding him!” Jungkook exclaimed, peeking over Yoongi's shoulder.

Jinhyuk snorted but Yoongi giggled happily, his gummy smile feels like its permanently etched across his face. He jabbed his elbow into his best friend’s stomach before typing out a reply.

12:05am:

< I’m the lucky one!!!!  ( づ ｡ ◕ ‿‿ ◕ ｡ ) づ   >

Yoongi turned back to look up towards the lounge and found Jimin still staring at him.

An idea crossed his mind.

He grinned to himself, reaching into his pocket pretending to look for something, then he slipped his hand out and threw a finger heart shape sign at his boyfriend.

Jimin’s lips parted in surprise before he burst out laughing, falling forward and resting his arms against the railings as he shakes his head. But then he reached out, caught Yoongi’s imaginary heart and brought his fist to his chest.

Yoongi beamed. His boyfriend is so cute.

Jinhyuk and Hyunsik cackled behind him, but his best friend feigned an exaggerated gag. He spun Yoongi back towards the bar, “For fuck’s sake... Please just finish your drink and let’s go dance again. Hobi hyung is waiting for us!!!”

Yoongi giggled, thanking Hyunsik for the drink before slurping it up. He lets Jungkook drag him out into the fold and loses himself in the music again, the unpleasant event from before banished from his mind.

Well.

Until the dance floor parted to make way for what looked like a small battle that was going to take place.

Whistles and hollers were thrown out as two dancers moved into the center and started an admittedly, very sexy routine.

Yejin and Minsi.

Yoongi rolled his eyes. Great.

He’s not interested in this at all and was about to turn and leave when Hoseok and Jungkook slung their arms around him, cheering enthusiastically for the dancers.

“That one on the right is called Yejin, she’s a really sick dancer,” Hoseok whispered into his ear. An acrid sourness fills his stomach as he watches Yejin and Minsi dance.

//Did Jimin really want an exclusive relationship with her? He’s never heard of her before. Then again, he's never wanted to know of Jimin's past conquests before...//

The whistles get louder as Yejin executes a sharp and clean popping move, and her hips roll as she flips her hair.

She lifts her chin and looks up towards the lounge, lips curling up into a sexy smirk.

The lounge where Yoongi just knows Jimin is.

He freezes, resisting the urge to look up, afraid of what he will see.

Then Yejin raises her hand, crooks a finger at whoever she's looking at to come towards her with a cheeky smile.

Hoseok laughed and Yoongi turns to him.

“She’s trying to get Jimin to come down for a dance off with her. They used to do this back in the day. Those dance battles were nothing like you've ever seen before. They don't do it anymore though.”

Yoongi’s heart sinks.

He raises his eyes slowly and when he sees Jimin still standing up there, not moving, he lets out a breath that he hadn’t even realize he’d been holding.

He doesn’t want to have to see them dance together.

When he turns his attention back to Yejin, he realises that girl is staring straight at him, with a challenging gleam in her eyes.

She points at him this time, beckons him towards her.

“The fuck...” Jungkook muttered.

“Hyung! Go! You can take her on!” Hoseok crowed excitedly, clapping his hands and nudging him forward.

Yoongi stumbles a little from the push, his face darkening when he hears laughter.

But he straightens himself quickly, looks right at Yejin.

Yoongi may not be the coolest or the sexiest dancer but he can dance and he’s sure as hell not going down without a fight, especially not against this nasty ass girl.

Yejin arched a brow and with her crossed arms, she looked an intimidating sight.

Yoongi takes a breath just as a fresh song begins.

He turns away, allows himself to take in the beat before he starts moving. He doesn’t look back at her as he dances. He keep his moves simple but sensual, gaining confidence when he starts hearing the crowd throwing out catcalls and whistles. Yoongi remembers a move that he saw on the Mnet countdown earlier. He thrusts his hips and does a slow body roll, flinging the side of his jacket off his shoulder and biting down on the side of his lips.

The crowd cheers.

Yoongi’s pretty sure he hears a sharp whistle coming from the top floor.

Jungkook is hollering behind him and Yoongi grins to himself, a small burst of pride flooding his chest. But he made the mistake of looking back at Yejin, letting down his guard for just that split second.

Enough time for someone to shove him in the side and he watches in almost slow motion, as he trips over Minsi’s outstretched leg.

Yoongi lands hard on his knees and he thinks he hears a sick crack as pain shoots up his ankle. The girls and (presumably) their friends laugh and jeer.

“Yah!” Hoseok and Jungkook rushed forward, shoving people away as his best friend helps him up. He lets out a soft whimper as the pressure on his twisted ankle causes his shaky knees to buckle.

“The fuck was that for, Minsi,” Hoseok reprimanded with a frown, turning his glare on the girl.

“Oppa... it’s not our fault that he’s so clumsy. It's a crowded floor and he should have been more aware of his surroundings,” Minsi said with feigned innocence.

Yejin strode forward, an unimpressed look on her face, “Is this really all you’ve got? You know, I’ve been trying to figure out what exactly is so special about you, Min Yoongi, but I’m really drawing a blank.”

“Yah, Kim Yejin,” Hoseok warned. He grasped her arm swiftly when she walked closer to Yoongi, “I don’t want to hurt you, don’t force me to have to.”

Yoongi was barely listening to any of them though, almost tearing up from the pain. He was gripping tightly on to Jungkook’s shoulder when he’s pulled from the younger’s side. The world tilts and Yoongi suddenly finds himself lifted into Jimin's arms. He gasped in surprise, hands scrambling around his boyfriend’s neck, “Ji—Jiminie!”

He couldn’t help exhaling in relief as the pressure on his ankle finally eased.

The crowd around them fell into a hush.

Yoongi's cheeks warmed as the sight that they must make.

Jimin kissed his forehead and carried him towards the bar without saying a word, the sea of people parting instinctively as the mafia boss moved easily through the crowd. He  settled the elder on one of the bar stools before kneeling down on one knee, and reaching for his ankle.

Even though Jimin’s touch was gentle, Yoongi flinched at the sharp twinge of pain that shot up his leg and he lets out a soft, “Nooo."

He sees the slump of Jimin’s shoulders before the mafia boss looked up at him, a wry smile on his face, “I don’t think you’ll be dancing for a while, sweetheart...”

“Hyung—”

Jimin reached out for the ice pack and towel from Jinhyuk, wraps it expertly around Yoongi’s ankle. The elder winced again and lets out a soft cry, his fingers gripping tightly against the bar stool. His boyfriend rises quickly and runs his hand through Yoongi’s sweaty hair, “Sorry, baby. Have to wrap it tight and ice it for now... We’ll get you to my doctor right after this okay?”

Yoongi wraps his arms around his boyfriend’s waist and huffed a sigh, cheeks puffing up in disappointment. He was having so much fun. He looks across Jimin’s shoulder and realises that they’ve gained quite an audience.

Including the awful pair of girls and their stupid posse.

Jimin pushes him back gently and drops a kiss against his lips, “Stay here for a bit hmm, I’ll be right back.” He turns and walks back towards the girls.

“Hyung looked really cool when dancing just now, super sexy,” Jinhyuk whispered in his ear, “Boss was totally drooling, I could tell.”

Yoongi giggled, elbowing his guard in the side.

He’s not sure what Jimin is saying to the girls, the music drowning out their voices, but he hopes Jimin doesn't spend too long with them.

He wants to know more about who exactly this Kim Yejin person is.

***

“Have you lost your mind?” Jimin said quietly as he neared Yejin, “Did you not get the memo that he’s not to be touched? Have you forgotten who I am?” Yejin’s eyes widened just a fraction, lips parting before a look of defiance fell over her face and her eyes darkened.

The mafia boss has known the girl for many years and they’ve had their share of good times but it’s never been anything serious.

Yejin is sweet with no lack of suitors either. Jimin hasn’t seen her in a while though so he is, honestly, a little surprised by what just happened.

“Oppa—”

Jimin turned to the girl that had tripped Yoongi and then had the cheek to laugh, “Minsi-ya, I fucked you once and you think that gives you the right to come in here and act all haughty like you run the place? Did the memo about Yoongi fly past your thick head as well?” he said coolly.

Minsi’s face crumbled, flaming visibly red even under the club’s dim lighting, and her eyes dropped submissively.

The mafia boss turned back to Yejin, “I don’t know what the hell happened yet and I will find out. But whatever your problem is with Yoongi, drop it and let it go.” He glanced at her group of useless friends. "Nothing I despise more than blind herd mentality."

Their faces paled, and Jimin hammers it home.

“If I find any of you touching him or causing him trouble again, I'll throw you in the vault and break your fingers one by one before I slice them off.”

When silence followed, Jimin raised an eyebrow at them, "All of you deaf and mute now? What happened to all that false bravado when you were laughing at someone that had fallen to the ground?"

They started stuttering all at once, choked murmurs of hushed apologies and vows to not cause any more trouble.

The mafia boss moved to walk away.

But Yejin's voice, caustic and bitter, pierced through the pathetic stammering of her posse, “What happened to your talk about having no interest in exclusive relationships?”

Jimin paused, catching the way that the girl was trying so desperately to conceal the hurt in her eyes.

Sure, he has known the girl for many years but the mafia boss is not going to be responsible for whatever hurt she is feeling. He never promised her anything.

But he does soften his voice. Just a smidge.

“I met him,” he said simply, cocking his head in Yoongi’s direction. The mafia boss glanced at the crowd around them, looks to the stage deck and gestured for the track to be cut off.

The music and hushed murmurs faded away and silence descended over the club.

Jimin spoke, his voice strong but detached, and yet authoritatively firm.

“I know that some of you have been very curious about my life, though it's really none of your fucking business and it still isn't. But just in case any of you missed the fucking memo, I’m saying this one last time. Nobody touches Min Yoongi. If you have a death wish, just come straight to me and I will sort you out. ”

He looks over at Yoongi and finds him staring back with a slacked jaw.

Jimin tongued his cheek, bit back a smile. "And if you don't know how he looks like, he's the prettiest one under this roof and sitting over at the bar. Raise your hand, baby."

Yoongi looked mortified, covering his face with his hands and hunching down. Jungkook snorted and made his way through the sea of people to his best friend.

Jimin swallowed a sigh. 

Tonight is probably only the tip of the iceberg. Yoongi's importance to him, to Bangtan has already spread across the city like wild fire and they can be sure that there'll be more attempts, far worse than tonight, of people trying to either hurt him or use him as leverage against the mafia boss.

It is something that they have both accepted though.

Because the alternative, of not being with each other, is completely out of the question.

***

“Ohmygod...” Yoongi whispered into his palms. Jinhyuk snickered beside him, rubbing his shoulders comfortingly.

“Yah Yoongi hyung, seriously. What have you been doing to boss? His cringe level is sky rocketing these days.” Yoongi peeks through his fingers, at his best friend walking towards him.

The music has started up again and people are slowly going back to minding their own business. But there are still several eyes turned in his direction, their curiosity clearly piqued. He covers his face again, turns to hide against Jinhyuk’s side. He feels his guard ruffling his hair even as his shoulders shake.

“Stop laughing,” Yoongi mumbled which only made Jinhyuk laugh more. He drops one hand from his face and punches the guy in his side.

Jinhyuk didn’t even flinch.

Yoongi sighed.

“Ah hyung, we seriously need to get you to Dr. Choi. This looks worst than I thought,” Jungkook said from his crouched position, eyeing his wrapped ankle.

Yoongi looked down worriedly, “Jiminie already wrapped it with ice, it’s a little numb,” he mumbled.

“Yeah it’s still swelling pretty badly though.”

“Stop scaring him, he’ll be fine.” Yoongi’s head shot up, his lips already unconsciously pursed, “Jiminie!”

The mafia boss kissed his forehead, turning his stool around and lifted him up again, strong arms going under his knees. Yoongi slipped his hands around Jimin’s neck, “Kookie said your cringe level is sky rocketing these days.”

“Kookie is on body disposal duty for the rest of the month.”

“HYUNG!”

“JIMINIE, NO!”

***

Dr Choi walked back into the room, frowning at the x-ray image in his hand.

Yoongi bit on his lip, heart starting to racing. //Jimin said it’s not that serious… why does the doctor look so worried.//

The grey haired man looked up, eyes fixed on Yoongi’s own. “I’m afraid we are going to need to amputate, Mr Min.”

Yoongi's heart drops and he bursts into tears, “JIMINIE!!”

But his boyfriend just snorted and drew the elder into a protective hug, ruffling the back of his head, “Yah hyung, that’s not funny. Don’t scare him like that!”

The doctor’s somber face gave way to a mildly apologetic grin and he patted Yoongi’s back, “Sorry, Mr Min. You’ll come to appreciate my sense of humor in time to come.”

Yoongi’s pounding heart slowed and he swiped at his eyes, blinked rapidly at the doctor, “You’re not funny at all,” he said in pout.

“Come on, it was a little funny,” Dr Choi snickered, “So, it looks like a lateral malleolus fracture but you’ve miraculously managed to keep the bone in place and Jimin’s expert first aid kept it stable so that definitely helped.”

“Just needs a cast then?”

“Yeah and keep him off his feet. You know the drill. Come on, Mr Min... Let’s get you patched up.”

After his ankle was put in a special cast and he got his medication, Yoongi was ready to crash, leaning heavily against Jimin.

“Thanks for coming in at this hour, hyung," the mafia boss murmured.

Dr Choi shook his head, “You know it’s no trouble. And I finally get to meet this one here. I've heard a lot about him,” he said, grinning at Yoongi, “I’ll see you in a couple of weeks huh. If you don’t rest and take care of your ankle, I’ll really have to amputate it.”

Yoongi snorted, “Not gonna believe anything you say next time, Dr. Choi,” he said, blinking sleepily, “Thank you for fixing me.”

Jimin picked his boyfriend up again, much to the doctor’s amusement, “Jimin-ah. You know we have wheelchairs here right.”

Yoongi giggled. “Don’t stop him, Dr Choi. I like Jiminie carrying me,” he said, hands tightening around the mafia boss' neck.

Dr Choi chuckled, “Well, I’m sure he’s going to be doing that a lot for the next month.”

“Yeah. Gonna make Kookie and Jinhyuk carry me everywhere too,” he mumbled.

***

When Yoongi woke the next morning, the room was still dark with just a sliver of light spilling in from the corner of the windows. He stretched his arms, humming in satisfaction when his joints popped. Turning his head, he pressed a soft kiss against Jimin’s bare shoulder.

Jimin stirred, then he went still again.

Yoongi smiled.

The mafia boss is a very light sleeper so he knows that Jimin is already awake from the fluttering of his eyelids.

He stretches out for his phone on the bed side table.

7:30am.

He pressed closer to Jimin, shifts to hug the tattooed arm. “This sucks. Cuddling is harder now with my cast. It’s like a stone tied to my leg,” he mumbled, more to himself than anything.

But Jimin laughed at his words, sleepy voice rumbly and low. He slips his arm under the elder and hugs him a little closer, kissing his forehead.

“You feeling okay?”

“Yeah just a little achy,” he said with a sigh.

Jimin hummed, warm palm caressing idly against his waist. 

Yoongi rubs his nose against his boyfriend’s shoulder. He has so many burning questions about last night. “Jiminie...”

“Mmh.”

“Why are you friends with such mean girls?”

The mafia boss sighed, “I won’t call Minsi a friend... she was a hook up. Yejin... she’s a bit of a terror but she’s sweet, once you get to know her. You wanna tell me what exactly happened?”

Yoongi frowned. He pushed away from the younger and moved to sit up, folding his good knee under him, “Jiminie, she said I’m forcing you to be with me and implied that I’m boring. And there’s nothing special about me. She’s... awful,” he said, staring down at his boyfriend with wide eyes. Yoongi hates that Jimin thinks Yejin is sweet.

“She’s a snake,” he declared with an upset pout, “She smiled at me so sweetly but then she said such nasty things. Are you... did you really have something serious going on with her? Jiminie, she did THIS to me!” He pointed at his cast.

“Well I mean, Minsi did that.”

Yoongi’s heart clenched. He wants Jimin to agree with him that the girl is awful, why isn’t he mad about what she said to him. She implied that Jimin shouldn’t be with him! “You’re making my heart hurt.”

“Baby—” Jimin pushes himself up and stops Yoongi from moving further away. He shifts them around, settling with the elder resting back against his chest. Yoongi lets his boyfriend hug him close, fingers skimming along the tattooed arms going around his waist.

“I’m sorry, Yoongi," Jimin kisses his cheek, "I’m not— please don’t get me wrong. I’m not justifying her actions at all. I didn’t know she said such... awful things and I’m sorry that you had to hear them.” He rests his chin on Yoongi’s shoulder. “But you know none of what she says is true, right? She’s just... I guess she felt hurt.”

Yoongi whipped around, “I WAS HURT!”

Jimin pressed his lips together, then gives the elder an Eskimo kiss., “I know. Trust me, I know. My heart dropped when you fell. I just meant—”

“She said you still like your variety. Like her.”

Jimin paused, then pulled back. He slides his hands down to Yoongi’s thigh and carefully shifts him around, to sit half across his lap, “Yoongi-ya...”

The mafia boss grazes his thumb over Yoongi’s rosy, sleep-creased cheek. “Remember what I sent you last night? When I was watching you dance with Kook? I said... that seeing you so happy makes me happy too. And I’m the luckiest because I have you. Didn’t I tell you that?”

Yoongi gave a small nod.

“Didn’t I also promise you, that morning in your apartment, to be crazy only for you?”

Yoongi looked down, cheeks heating up at the memory and he nods again. He pulls Jimin’s hand down, twines their fingers together as though seeking comfort.

“I also told you that I will always keep my promises to you... didn't I?"

Yoongi nods again.

"Have I given you any reason to believe that I will break my promises?"

This time, the boy shakes his head, "You don't like people to break their promises."

Jimin kisses his soft, round cheek, "Mmh. so what does that tell you?"

Yoongi snuggles down against his boyfriend’s shoulder and smiled, “Jiminie doesn't like variety... you like boring little me and you'll only be crazy for me."

The mafia boss snorted, “You’re definitely little. Boring? Not a chance...”

Yoongi giggled.

After a slight pause, the elder added, “See, I told you Yejin’s a snake. She lied. She made it sound like you were both still. Whatever.”

The mafia boss huffed a laugh, “She was probably hoping that it’ll be true. I’m sorry, baby... I’m the one she’s upset with, she shouldn’t have taken it out on you.”

“They were all awful. You should ban them from the club.”

Jimin snickered, squeezing Yoongi tight, “I’ve already warned them. If any of them cause you trouble, I’ll break their fingers one by one.”

“Or you could just ban them all from the club.”

“Is that what you’d like for me to do?”

“Yes.”

“Okay.”

Yoongi popped up, “Wait. You— you will?”

“Mmhmm.”

“All... all of them?”

“If that’s what you want.”

“But... but you said Yejin’s a friend.”

“Mmh... she is. Was. I mean.. she obviously has some unresolved issues to sort out first. But she’s made you very upset, so if it’ll make you feel better to keep her out of the club, then that’s what I’ll do.”

Yoongi sighed.

“I’ll... I'll think about it again,” he said, lips cutely pursed.

Jimin chuckled, “Alright, you let me know.” Nosing softly at Yoongi’s cheek, the mafia boss adds, “By the way... the hip thrusting and body roll move you did yesterday? Sexy. As. Fuck.”

“I learnt it from Mnet countdown.”

His boyfriend collapsed forward, sniggering into the crook of Yoongi’s neck, “Well… thank you Mnet then. Y’know, once this ankle of yours is healed, I’m making you dance— just for me this time. Without a thousand people around us.”

Yoongi giggled, “Okay. And I’ll end it off with a... special lap dance. Promise you’ll like it.“

“Mmh. Can’t wait.”

***

“Hyung—”

Jimin looked up from the document he’s reading, seeing Jinhyuk by the door to his study, the younger’s brows furrowed almost in half-confusion and half-anger.

“You guys have a... visitor.”

“Huh? For me too?” Yoongi piped up, straightening from where he had been resting against the mafia boss’ shoulder.

“Ah… I thought it’ll take her a little longer before she came around,” Jimin murmured. His baby turned to face him, suspicion beginning to cloud his eyes.

Jimin cocked his head, wonders if it’s perhaps too soon. He slipped his hand under Yoongi’s sweater, fingers trailing across warm skin, the softness of his stomach trembling in the wake of Jimin’s touch. Skin on skin always grounds the elder.

“Her..?” Yoongi whispered.

“Mmh. I think it’s Yejin— right?” Jimin turned to Jinhyuk for confirmation.

"W-what?!" His baby’s hair sweeps across his cheek as the elder whips around to stare at his guard, his fingers instinctively digging into Jimin's waist.

"Yeah, she’s at the compound gate. Do you—  do you want to let her in? I can make her go away, right now.” Jinhyuk stated.

Jimin was quietly amused at the way that the statement wasn’t directed towards him at all.

No, Jinhyuk seemed to be taking his cue entirely from Yoongi, his line of sight fixed squarely on the one sitting across his lap. His white knuckled grip against the door frame suggesting that at Yoongi's word, Jinhyuk will be speeding to the gate and making life hell for Yejin.

Jimin bit back a smile. If he ever had any doubt about whether Jinhyuk had obeyed him about making Yoongi’s well-being his top priority, those doubts would be extinguished right this moment.

Yoongi glanced at the mafia boss. “But… but she’s here to see Jiminie too...” he said softly, the prettiest pair of cat-like eyes flickering uncertainly between Jimin and his guard.

“If hyung doesn’t want to see her, I’m sure boss won’t let her in either,” he said without batting an eyelid.

Jimin lets out a soft chuckle, kissing Yoongi’s little button nose, “He’s right.” Then he grazes pillowy lips across the elder’s cheek, the soft fleeting touch in contrast with the firm press of Jimin's palm against the elder's bare skin.

His baby shivers. “N-not fair— You’re trying to turn me into a puddle of mush so I can’t think.”

The mafia boss barks out a laugh, pulling back and reclining against the chair, “I’m not! I’m just trying to turn that worried look on your face into something more pleasant.” Jimin's eyes dart to Jinhyuk before resting back on Yoongi, “She’s here to apologise and I guarantee you that she feels awful about last night.”

Yoongi looked at him like he thinks Jimin has lost his mind. He pressed his palm against the mafia boss’ forehead, “Are you okay?”

Jimin snorts. “C’mon. You know I’m a good judge of character, baby. I’ve known Yejin a long time... She’s here to apologise,” he said confidently, “But, I know she hurt you and has given you a terrible impression. I’m not going to force you to see her if you don’t want to. It's your call, entirely up to you.”

“But you would like me to?”

“I'd like you to do what makes your heart feel good. But I do think that you deserve an apology.”

Yoongi pouts at that, “… I really do.”

Jimin smiled.

Exhaling softly, his baby turns to Jinhyuk waiting patiently by the door, “Okay, I guess we can see what she wants,” he said with a tiny shrug.

After the younger left, Yoongi swung his legs off the chair and hobbled up, gripping on to Jimin for support before letting the mafia boss lift him up into his arms. As Jimin was carrying him down the stairs, the elder suddenly slapped at his boyfriend's chest, “Jiminie! She’s been here?! You brought her home??? When???” His baby’s eyes got rounder with every word.

Jimin snorted, “I didn’t bring her home! I mean, it wasn’t like that— She’s been here a few times when we were younger.”

“Was she your— GIRLFRIEND?”

Yoongi had spat the question out in such a scandalized tone that the mafia boss couldn’t stop his laughter from spilling forth.

“No, baby… We hung out in the same social circle at school. Y’know, when I was the cool, angry, resident bad boy that everyone wanted to befriend.”

Yoongi gave him a side eye then wrinkled his nose, “Well, that hasn’t really changed…"

The mafia boss tongued the side of his cheek, bites back a grin.

"Then how did... I mean, you clearly had a thing... How did that happen?” his baby prodded, lips pursed.

Jimin shrugged, “She’s always been around... came by some of the clubs quite often. We'd dance, started hooking up once in a while. She broached the idea of a relationship once I think but I wasn’t interested in that y'know... I thought she agreed... That’s pretty much it.”

On hindsight, Jimin wonders if he should have been more sensitive. Yejin’s one of the kinder ones even though she grew up amongst those that thrived on darkness, people like Jimin.

He guessed he had been careless with her feelings then.

But whatever issues she may have had with him, there was no reason to target Yoongi and that is something he will not easily forgive.

“Oppa.”

The couple turned towards the door arch, Yejin with a hand raised in a semi-wave and Jinhyuk standing close behind. Yoongi’s grip around his hand tightened.

“Yoongi-ssi,” she said softly with a slight tilt of her head. Her eyes ran over the both of them, then flickered away after a moment, looking towards the window. She took a deep breath, shoulders lifting slightly before turning her attention back to them.

“Hi,” Yoongi said softly. Kindly.

Jimin's lips twitched.

He’s always admired Yoongi’s magnanimity.

Given the shit that this world has thrown at him and the number of times people have hurt him (Jimin included), one would have thought that his baby would be the most jaded person on earth.

But Yoongi's still so fucking tender-hearted.

Still willing to give others the benefit of the doubt. Even if they had hurt him.

Jimin thinks, that underneath all that delicate wide-eyed innocence, lies the strength of someone that has suffered the brunt of human nature's malice but continues to believe that there's light in all that darkness. 

“Hi Yejin,” Jimin echoed, then cocked his head towards the sofa opposite them, silent invitation to sit.

After a moment of awkward silence as she sank into the seat, she did exactly what Jimin thought she’d do. She looked straight at Yoongi and told him she’s sorry for the way she acted last night. Slipping her hands under her thighs, she looked at Yoongi’s cast and said abashedly, that she really didn’t intend to injure him, that she had let her emotions get the best of her.

She said earnestly, that she’s not a mean person and she’s been feeling terribly ashamed.

“I was... really jealous of how oppa was watching you dance. He's never watched me with that kind of intensity before,” she ended off quietly, then gave them a lopsided grin.

Jimin glances at his baby.

The apples of his cheeks are pinked, but a slight frown has surfaced.

Jimin slips his hand from the elder's grip, threads his fingers through Yoongi's hair and turned him slightly to face him.

His baby gave him a tiny smile, then exhaled softly.

Yejin shot up from her seat, brushing her skirt down as she stood, "Anyway, I better go, before this gets any more awkward," she said with a nervous laugh. Focusing on Yoongi, she continued, "You don't have to accept it, but I just wanted to let you know that I'm sorry... and I hope you'll one day forgive my jealousy fuelled moment. I acted very spitefully and I'm not proud of it."

Yoongi smiled, fingers picking at the hem of his shorts, "I... I accept it. Thank you for apologising."

//A literal angel.// Jimin thought.

Yejin's eyebrows lifted in surprise, her glossy lips parting, "Ahh. I— " she trailed off with a soft laugh, "You're— you're too nice, Yoongi-ssi.”

"Fucking precious, is what he is," Jimin murmured.

Yoongi ducked his chin, pouty lips quirked into a shy smile.

Yejin turned to Jimin then, “Oppa, I’ve apologised. Don’t send people after me okay,” she said with a wry grin. Jimin chuckled.

“And not to be rude, but I really hope we don’t run into each other for awhile, oppa... I’m— I'm going to ban myself from all your clubs,” Yejin said with a resigned huff.

Yoongi snorted at the self-imposed ban, covering his mouth as he giggled and turning wide eyes towards Jimin.

The mafia boss grinned.

“What?” Yejin asked curiously.

“Nothing. Inside joke,” Jimin said, scratching his nose.

"Yejin-ssi, how did you know I'd be here?" Yoongi suddenly asked.

The girl frowned, "Huh. Don't you live here?"

The mafia boss laughed, "He does," he said firmly.

As she was at the door, Yejin spun around, "Ahh, oppa.. one last thing, for my sake... will you call off your men on my friends? Minsi called me this morning about a flood of dead rats at her door!”

Yoongi whipped around to look at his boyfriend, jaw slacked.

The mafia boss snickered, “Yeah yeah, I’ll tell them to lay off.”

After Yejin left, Yoongi held his boyfriend in place, “Are you... terrorizing her friends?” He asked, peering at Jimin with round, innocent eyes, “You said you already warned them to leave me alone!”

Jimin smirked. He brushed at Yoongi’s hair, drawing him into a sweet, gentle kiss. The kiss tapered off into soft, repeated little pecks against his lips, until the elder started giggling.

The mafia boss leaned back. Staring up at Yoongi, he drawled, “Yeah I warned them... but it doesn’t hurt to send across some small reminders. Some of them got boxes of fake severed fingers instead of rats.”

“JIMINIE!” the elder exclaimed, slapping at Jimin’s chest but the corner of his lips twitched.

“Admit it, you think it’s funny.”

“I don’t!” his baby protested loudly, but he was smiling, “Also, fake severed fingers? God...”

“We ran out of real ones. I’m not even kidding.”

Yoongi slapped his palm across his boyfriend’s mouth, “Okay, don’t wanna hear anymore... Oh, but Jiminie... why'd you tell her that I live here?" he asked with a confused little frown, his palm falling away.

"You practically live here. We should just move you in for real."

The elder's face reddened and his eyes grew as wide as saucers. Then to Jimin's slight surprise, he went, “No!"

Picking at Jimin's shirt, he said a little playfully, "Need some place where I can lock you out of, if you make me sad or mad."

The mafia boss snorted, "There are 10 rooms in this house, baby. Plenty for you to choose from."

Yoongi shook his head, "Some place that is mine.”

Jimin's palm has slipped under the elder's sweater again, caressing gently at his hips, "That's fair. Well... I hope that if I do something that makes you sad or mad, you won't lock me out for too long, and you'll at least let me have a chance to make it right.”

Yoongi hugged him tightly, round cheek resting against his shoulder and he nods. After a moment of silence, he sighed, "Jiminie... Why did you have so many flings in the past... my heart is tired. Just want people to stop trying to take you from me.”

Jimin's heart lurched.

He embraced Yoongi and stuffed his face into the crook of his baby's neck, "I'm sorry," he murmured. There really isn't anything else that he can say. His dick had already done its rounds. "But Yoongi-ya... People can try but I'm not going anywhere, you know that right?"

"Promise?"

"Mmhmm. I promise."

Yoongi pulled back, slots their lips together and kisses him. Jimin hummed, licking and sucking on his baby's pouty lips, their breaths falling hot and heavy between them. He slides his hand up the elder's soft and slender thigh across his lap, thumb grazing over his sensitive inner side as he rakes up the hem of his shorts.

A soft and breathy moan spills from Yoongi's lips and he spreads his thighs wider unconsciously, fingers digging into the mafia boss' shoulder.

Jimin grins into the kiss. His palm moves around to cup at his baby's soft, round bottom and squeezes lightly. They keep kissing until their lips are a matching shade of glossy, cherry red. Yoongi's eyes are prettily dilated as he blinked at Jimin and gave him an eskimo kiss.

"Want you, Jiminie," he whispered, "Please?"

Jimin kissed him again before carrying him up and speeding back to their room, zooming past a befuddled Jinhyuk in the hallway.

"We're going up to fuck!" Yoongi chirped across his boyfriend's shoulder, causing Jimin to snort.

[TBC]

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After Jimin kicked the door close, Yoongi was placed gently down on the bed. He watched, lips parting, as his boyfriend stripped. Jimin pulled his shirt off swiftly, revealing toned inked arms and ridiculously defined abs.

Yoongi licks his lips, swallows dryly.

Jimin’s pants were shucked off next before he crawled onto the bed and settled between Yoongi’s legs. He pinched Yoongi’s toe sticking out from the cast, and the elder jerked.

“Hey!” He said in pout, and Jimin grinned.

The mafia boss slid his palms up porcelain smooth thighs, then skimmed teasingly across Yoongi’s cock. He pulled the shorts down and they fumbled around, trying to get it off his cast... which really shouldn’t be a difficult task.

The mafia boss huffed as Yoongi giggled.

“Yah, stop laughing and help me out here— do you want me to fuck you or not,” he muttered but that only made the elder giggle more, “You— baby, lift your leg— no, your other— okay just— don’t move.”

By the time his shorts and sweater were off, Yoongi was wheezing with laughter, curled up on his side. Jimin smacked his bottom sharply and he yelped.

He finally stopped giggling when his boyfriend nipped at his ear and lubed fingers slipped between his ass, rubbing teasingly at his little hole. He hitched his casted leg up a little higher on his side so it rests out of the way, then Jimin pressed up close, two fingers sliding inside him smoothly.

Yoongi hummed, pleased, dark lashes fluttering close.

He pushed his ass back, fucking himself on Jimin’s slicked fingers then reaching down to play with the head of his cock, pre-cum already beading from the slit.

Jimin bit his ear lobe, “Hands off, no touching,” he ordered.

Yoongi whined, “P-please, sir—” but he let go of his own cock obediently, fingers flexing against the cool sheets as his cock twitched, “P-please, may I touch myself?”

He moaned when Jimin slipped another finger in, dragging along the inside of his walls as he fucks in hard. The pressure against his prostate feels so hot and good, and he keened loudly, pushing his bottom back. “P-Please sir,” he begged again softly, his cock twitching against his stomach, desperate and eager.

“No— no touching, baby. You’re gonna come from just my fingers and cock,” he said gruffly, mouthing wetly at the valley of Yoongi’s neck and shoulder, “You can do that for me, can't you baby?”

Yoongi’s breath hitched, chewing down on his bottom lip as his hand clenched and twisted around the sheets, “Yes, y-yes sir. Baby c-can,” he stuttered as Jimin’s fingers pumped in and out, caressing his wet, slicked hole.

“Yeah, I know you can,” Jimin echoed. “Baby’s always so fucking good for me huh. So perfect,” he bites down on Yoongi’s shoulder, sucking his mark on the snowy skin.

The boy moans at the instant zing that shot down his spine at Jimin’s bite. “Fuckkk— Jiminie,” he keens, fingers closing around the dishevelled sheets in an iron grip. The mafia boss smirked. He slips his fingers out and then in one smooth, deep thrust, he fucks into his baby’s tight hole. Yoongi’s hands scramble against the sheets and he mewls, dirty and low.

He keened as Jimin wrapped his arm around the elder’s thin waist, holding him firmly in place as he pulls out almost to the tip before thrusting smoothly back in again.

The elder whimpered, “Jiminie— fuck, fuck yes, p-please,” he clenches around his boyfriend’s thick shaft.

Jimin mouthed wetly against the back of Yoongi’s flushed, sweaty neck, “You always feel so good, baby. So sweet, made for me,” he rasped, moaning lowly at the tight heat around his cock.

It really doesn’t matter how many times they’ve fucked. Every time Jimin slides into his baby, it feels fucking amazing.

Encouraged by Jimin’s moans, Yoongi thrusts his ass back and clenched again, grasping Jimin's arm and fingers digging hard into hot flesh.

The mafia boss slides a palm up Yoongi’s smooth, hairless chest, circling the dusty brown nipples and rolling the perky nubs between his thumb and forefinger, pinching teasingly.

“Ohh-ohhh, Jiminie, please,” the elder gasped at the pleasurable sting, head thrown back against Jimin’s shoulder. He’s not going to last long if his boyfriend keeps playing with his nipples like that. His twitching cock is red and leaking furiously, a string of sticky pre-cum stretching from his slit to his stomach. “Jiminie— yesss fuck, so good oh- ohmygod—”

Every time Jimin fucks into him hard, the wet slapping sounds of skin against skin echoes in the room and his whole body jerks forward from the force. His cock drags against the soft, downy sheets and the pleasurable friction makes him moan, jaw slackened from pleasure.

Jimin grazes his palm across the underside of Yoongi's right thigh, massaging the strained muscles and down his calf to the edge of his cast, “You’re okay hmm?” he asked, breaths falling harshly.

At Yoongi’s nod, the mafia boss snaps his hips forward again, fucking in hard. Yoongi knows Jimin’s about to come when the younger grasped his hips tightly and pushed him down into the bed. He groaned as his perky, sensitive nipples dragged against the sheets, letting out a high pitched whine when Jimin’s thrusts became rougher and faster as he chases his orgasm.

“Jiminie— please,” Yoongi begs, he feels his own orgasm building, the heat curling in the pit of his stomach and his toes curl, “Please Jiminie, please may I come?” He mewls, biting on his lower lip as he tries to hold back his release. He can’t— can’t come until Jimin gives him permission. He’s a good boy.

Tears roll down his flushed, hot cheeks, “Jiminie— wanna come, sir— baby’s good right? P-please, sir—” he pleads desperately, clenching around the younger’s cock as Jimin pounds into him furiously.

Yoongi’s so hard, his body strung tight from the need for relief.

The mafia boss pressed a hard kiss against the spot at the back of his ear, “Mmh, yeah—” he rasped, “come for me, baby,” he tugs at the elder’s sensitive ear lobe and Yoongi lets go, coming with a choked whimper, thick cum spreading under him as his hips jerk erratically.

Jimin snaps his hips roughly, smacking his baby’s pale bottom and causing him to clench tight again. Yoongi moaned, fingers gripping the pillow in a white knuckled grip at the over-stimulation.

“Yeah— fuck me, sir. Baby’s sweet and tight right—” he choked out a soft cry at Jimin’s bite against his shoulder.

Jimin’s hips eventually come to a stuttering stop, and Yoongi feels the familiar warmth spreading inside him as the mafia boss comes with a low groan, marking the elder and filling him full with his cum.

“Fucking perfect,” he murmured, kissing his baby’s flushed, rosy cheek.

***

“Jiminie—" Yoongi mumbled, "My leg is going numb.”

Jimin laughed, shoulders shaking and his tattooed arms squeezing around the elder’s small waist. He moved to pull out of his baby but Yoongi whined, holding on to him tightly, “Noooo—” he clenched his ass around the younger’s length still buried inside him, shuddering at the slight sting around his rim.

The mafia boss chuckled, “Yah, I can’t help you if you don’t let me go.”

“No.”

“Your leg is gonna fall off.”

“Just massage it, please. You don’t have to pull out,” Yoongi mumbled in pout. He guided one of Jimin’s hands and trailed it down the length of his bent leg.

The mafia boss snorted in amusement but he obliged. He shifts Yoongi’s leg downwards to rest at a more comfortable angle before massaging him tenderly. Skillful fingers kneaded the tight cords of muscles along his inner thigh until they loosened and his baby sighed contently.

“Satisfied?” Jimin asked, voice muffled against his shoulder.

“Mmhmm, thank you, Jiminie,” he said softly, cuddling back closer against the mafia boss.

After their breaths slowed and heartbeats steadily in tandem again, Jimin murmured, “Aren’t you uncomfortable, baby? We’re wet and sticky everywhere... C’mon, let’s wash up first hmm.”

“Shh—  be quiet and sleep.”

The mafia boss barked out a surprised laugh and pinched the elder’s waist, “Don’t you hush me, brat,” he snickered, “Fucking dirtiest... I’m going to change your name in my phone right after this back to what it’s meant to be. Dirtiest Brat.”

Yoongi squirmed, catching hold of Jimin’s fingers, “Nooo, Jiminie if you change it again, I’m going to change yours to Mood breaker. No… Wet blanket… No, PARTY POOPER!” he giggled. Then he lowered his voice just a tinge and said sweetly, “5 minutes please, sir... Cuddle me for a little more.”

Jimin sighed, embracing his baby a little closer, lips pressed against the soft nape of his neck. He clicked his tongue in mild annoyance when his fingers grazed the wet and sticky sheets under Yoongi. "Honestly, the things I do for you," he mumbled. Propping himself up on his arms, he moved them out of the wet spot, Yoongi moaning as Jimin’s cock shifted inside him, nudging against his sensitive rim.

The elder clenched around him.

“You’re gonna make me hard again if you keep squeezing me like that,” the mafia boss warned and his baby giggled.

“Mmmh. It feels so good...” Yoongi murmured, slurring a little, “Is it strange, sir? Baby really... really likes the feel of you inside me. Feels nice and full.” He curls back impossibly closer against the younger, making himself even smaller and he purrs.

Jimin smiled and pressed a little kiss against his ear. “Not strange at all,” he whispered, “You are free to like whatever makes you feel good, baby. And well... I do have an amazing cock,” he said cheekily, thrusting in a little and Yoongi moans, choking out a tiny laugh.

He's never felt so connected with someone before. Jimin always makes him feel so overwhelmed, in the best kind of way.

I love you. Yoongi wants to say. I love you so much.

But he doesn't.

He just grips on tighter to his boyfriend, letting the comforting and familiar scent of cedar and cardamom warm his heart.

Jimin ends up letting them laze in bed for almost 20 minutes before he pulls out against Yoongi’s soft protests, “Yah, I’m gonna be stuck inside you if we lie here any longer,” he said with an exasperated laugh.

Yoongi sighed. He flipped around slowly, sprawling out in a star shape, his arm smacking the younger, “Jiminie... You know what I just realised...” he said mournfully, lips downturned like he just received the worst news.

“What.”

“We can’t use the bathtub until this stupid thing is off!!!!!” He wailed, pointing at his cast.

The mafia boss threw his head back and laughed, loud and completely unsympathetic. He slapped his baby’s thigh, a pink handprint forming immediately, “Well, you can't. But I certainly can,” he teased.

Yoongi pouted, bottom lip protruding so far out that he hopes Jimin trips over it.

Jimin cackled, climbing off the bed and making his way to the bathroom. He came back with a wet towel and a waterproof sleeve for the boy's ankle.

Yoongi heaved another sigh. Showering's going to be such a pain for the next few weeks.

He turned imploring, pitiful dark eyes to the mafia boss.

Jimin snorted, "What." He tugged his baby gently towards the edge of the bed and starts wiping him down.

"I hate the cast already, Jiminie," he said pleadingly, "Can't you make my ankle better now so we can take it off?"

Jimin's gaze softened. He crawls back on to the bed, hovering above the elder, "I'm sorry, baby... It's not going to be that bad... You'll have me and everyone in this house, at your beck and call. Won't that be fun?" he kissed Yoongi's pouty lips, his button nose then the apples of his rosy cheeks.

"But I don't need a cast for that. I already have everyone at my beck and call," he said petulantly, tilting his chin up for another kiss.

The mafia boss howled with surprised laughter, collapsing on his side as he hugs his baby close, "Little brat," he sniggered, nipping at Yoongi's round, marshmallowy cheek.

"Oww! Jiminie!" the elder complained, covering his cheek. He exhaled another weary sigh, "I think I didn't realise how inconvenient it's going to be... You know, I can't even... ride you or.. or.. get on my hands and knees. I just have to... lie here and... take it."

Jimin snorted. He shifted the elder to lie across him and gave his bottom a quick smack, "I didn't hear you complaining about lying here and taking it earlier... and it's nice to see our sex positions are your main concern."

Yoongi giggled.

"Sex positions are very important, Jiminie. It affects how fast and how hard we can come, y'know?" he chirped, nosing against Jimin's prettily inked collarbone.

"Well, rest assured that I'll do my best to make sure we still get to come fast and hard, with you lying on your back," he said dryly. "Now up you get, brat," Jimin smacked the elder's pale little bottom again, rising to slip the waterproof sleeve over his cast.

The cleaning up took them twice as long but in all honesty, Jimin did all the heavy lifting (literally) while Yoongi was pampered like the royalty that he has become in the Park house.

***

"Kookie."

"Uh."

"How did you guys celebrate Jiminie's birthday last year?"

Jungkook looked up from where he was seated on the floor, sorting through a carton full of CDs, "Dinner and drinks? And a birthday fuck. Don't think he made a big deal out of it.”

Yoongi hummed, "Well... I like birthdays... I'm gonna make his a big deal this year."

His best friend snickered, "Doesn't he get a say at all?"

"Nope. And you're helping me. We're gonna give him a surprise," he grinned.

Jungkook hesitated, "Hyung... Jimin hyung isn't really a huge fan of surprises…"

"Mmh. He will be, if it's mine," Yoongi quipped, "And don't you dare try to get out of helping me. I need all the help I can get cause of this stupid cast."

It's been weeks and he's ready to rip it off. The good news is that Dr Choi said Yoongi's making one of the speediest recoveries he's seen. So he will probably be able to get it off... perhaps just before Jimin's birthday. He can't wait.

His boyfriend has been the absolute best and the most accommodating, but Yoongi is ready to be fully mobile again. On that note...

He has been staying with Jimin for the last few weeks, at the mafia boss' insistence. He had said it would make him feel better to know that Yoongi had help around.

[Flashback]

"What if you need the bathroom in the middle of the night?? Who's going to carry you?"

Yoongi giggled, "Jiminie... I can hobble my way to the toilet. I still have 3 functioning limbs, y'know?"

"And risk you falling and cracking your skull? Let's not. Just stay here, baby. Do you not want to?"

"No! I mean, I don't NOT want to. I just... are you sure?”

In his heart, Yoongi knew that it wouldn't actually make a difference. They already spend so much time together, but there's still the niggling worry at the back of his mind that Jimin will get sick of him if he sees him every single day.

"Do I ever say or do anything I'm not sure about?”

Yoongi shook his head slowly, picking at the younger's pants, "Okay, fine. But... but if you start to find me annoying because I'm around all the time, just... tell me okay. I'll go stay in another room for a while."

Jimin looked at him like he was certifiably insane.

"Don't be ridiculous. Now hush and kiss me for being the best boyfriend in the world this morning."

Yoongi giggled, "What... what best boyfriend..."

The mafia boss shot him an affronted glance, "Yah. Did I not wake you with an amazing blowjob?"

Yoongi pressed his lips together, nods.

"Then gave you a massage cause you were whining about how your shoulder was aching?"

He nods.

"Then set up the bathtub so you could still have a quick bubble soak without wetting your cast?"

Yoongi grinned at the amazing memory, nods.

"Then shaved you, even though it's your job to keep yourself smooth for me?"

The elder blushed at that, hides his face quickly in Jimin's shoulder, "But I like it when you do it for me..." he mumbled.

Jimin snorted, turning to kiss Yoongi's temple. "And what else did I do for you this morning?" he asked teasingly, palm slipping under the elder's loose shirt and blunt nails scratching the small of his back.

"Brushed my hair... it was nice," Yoongi giggled.

"And?"

"Gave me lots of kisses."

“And?"

Yoongi hugged him tighter, "Made me breakfast... but it wasn't that nice."

"YAH," Jimin pinched the cheeky brat's bum and the elder giggled. Yoongi pulled back and gave his boyfriend a gummy smile, his cheeks bunched up and catlike eyes forming pretty little crescents on his little face.

“Jiminie’s the best boyfriend ever. In the whole wide world,” he said dutifully before kissing him sweetly, their tongues sliding against each other languidly.

When he pulled away, Jimin’s eyes were slightly dilated, his plump lips reddened and glossy. Yoongi adores that his kisses have that effect on the mafia boss. He smiled shyly, then gave his boyfriend an eskimo kiss, “Thank you for always taking such good care of me, Jiminie.”

The mafia boss smiled, "Thank you for letting me." He gave Yoongi another quick peck.

[End Flashback]

"HEY. Can you stop dreaming about Jimin hyung and help me sort these out," Jungkook muttered as he heaved another carton onto the counter for Yoongi to work on.

The elder giggled, swinging his free leg lazily as he picked up some CDs.

"Anyway, what are you thinking for the surprise? You gonna cook or book a place?"

"Hmm. I wanna cook."

"K. Just let me know what you need me to do then."

Yoongi feels excitement bubbling in his chest. He's never had that many friends around him growing up, to have big or fun birthday celebrations with. And with the way that his parents brought him up, his schedule was always jam packed with nothing but cram school, more lessons with his appa and having to work part time to help with the family income. He never got to do anything fun.

But he loves birthdays!

He really wants to plan a good one for Jimin.

Yoongi had told Jimin some time ago that he wasn’t ready to move in together because he still wants to have his own space... but the last weeks staying at the Park house has shown him just how good it could be.

He loves getting to see the guys so often. Loves helping Jin hyung when he prepares meals for the family. Loves the quiet talks they have out on the porch some evenings. Loves getting to have cuddles with Jungkook whenever he wants. 

He especially loves ending the day with Jimin and waking up to him every morning. He’s not looking forward to waking up alone once he moves back.

So he has been wondering, whether it’s really still too soon to move in together.

If Jimin were to ask him again, Yoongi’s not sure he’s capable of resisting. Even though he really likes his neighbors at the apartment— Jimin’s house is so terribly secluded.

He sighed.

“Kookie... how do you know when you’re ready to move in with your boyfriend?”

Jungkook snorted, “The fuck would I know about that. Taehyung hyung, Hobi hyung and I were already living together. Jimin hyung just knocked down a wall and gave us a ginormous room,” he giggled.

“Right...” Yoongi sometimes forgot that his best friend’s relationship with his boyfriends isn’t the most conventional.

“Keep the apartment,” Jungkook said quietly.

Yoongi turned to his best friend, a little surprised.

“I mean, I know hyungs really love each other—”

“You don’t know that for sure about Jimin.”

Jungkook rolled his eyes.

Rude.

“Like I said, I know you love each other. But... keep it for now. Hyung is right about needing space sometimes and I think... I think the apartment is good. For now.”

“Also, so Jimin hyung and you will have somewhere to do all the weird kinky stuff that I know you secretly love, without us hearing or walking in.”

Yoongi’s cheeks flamed red and he whipped around to make sure no one else heard his stupid best friend before throwing a marker at him.

“Shut up! YOU’RE into weird kinky stuff! I’m not the one with two boyfriends!!”

Jungkook shot him a smug grin, “Please. Poly relationships are so vanilla these days… You know what’s not vanilla though… Tippy… toes.”

Yoongi launched his bottle at his best friend, “SHUT UP!” he shrieked “How did— JIMINIE TOLD YOU?!”

“Ow, fuck! Hyung!” Jungkook cursed when the half-filled bottle hit him right in the head. But that idiot continued laughing away, clearly amused at Yoongi’s mortification.

“Fuck, so it REALLY is some kinky sex thing?! I overheard Jimin hyung telling Taetae something about it but I wasn’t sure,” he sniggered, clapping his hands gleefully. He scrambled around the corner, crowding against the elder, “Hyungg, tell me tell me, what exactly does it mean? How is it like? Show me!!!”

Yoongi pushed the idiot away, his face burning. He bet he looks like a tomato.

He can’t believe Jimin told Taehyung!!

“SHUT UP, go away! Hyunwoo hyung! Jungkook is slacking, scold him!” He shouted before shoving at his best friend’s chest and turning away.

Yoongi picked up his air pods and turned on his music, “Please stop talking to me. I’m working.”

He huffed when he could still hear Jungkook’s stupid cackles over the sound of his music.

His best friend is never going to let this go.

Stupid Jimin.

***

Yoongi was expecting Jungkook to badger him about it again on the drive home but to his surprise, the younger made no mention of it.

At all.

Huh.

So he let his guard down.

But he should have known better.

During dinner, the little shit asked with the most deceivingly innocent smile, “Jimin hyung, why do you like Yoongi hyung on his tippy toes?”

“JEON JUNGKOOK!” Yoongi hissed but that brat ignored him, staring at the mafia boss with big doe eyes.

“What does it mean? Can Yoongi hyung show us tippy toes too?”

That snake.

Namjoon and Jin, who had also joined them for dinner, glanced at Yoongi curiously.

Jimin’s eyes flitted to him before going back to their youngest at the table, “You want him to show you a sex position?” he responded with a dead panned look.

Namjoon sighed loudly, “Can we not?”

“KOOKIE you—”

“Why don’t you show me first, what it means when Tae tells you to kiss your knees?” Jimin interrupted coolly.

Yoongi watched in amazement as a rosy flush raced up Jungkook’s neck as he slides down in his seat, with a slight shake of his head.

Ohhhh hooo— Yoongi smells blood. “What is it??” He asked excitedly, “What’s kiss your knees?? Jiminie, make Kookie show us!!!!”

Namjoon coughs, pushes back his chair immediately, “Yeah, I think I’m full now.”

“Hyung—” Jimin stops him, “Please, sit. Let’s just eat.”

“Jiminie!” Yoongi prods insistently.

The mafia boss turns to his baby, “Really?” He asked, “Kook and you both want to show the hyungs here what tippy toes and kiss your knees mean? Right here?”

Yoongi stills at the soft but steely tone.

“Oh. Please. The hyungs are okay with NOT seeing any of it,” Jin snorted.

But Jimin is still holding Yoongi's gaze.

“Yes?”

Yoongi swallowed, presses his lips together and gives a slight shake of his head. He drops his eyes, fiddles with his chopsticks.

Jimin serves him more meat, “Eat,” he ordered. Yoongi picks up his chopsticks.

After he takes a mouthful of rice, he peeks over at his best friend across the table. Jungkook’s already peeking back at him. They giggled simultaneously and Yoongi spits some rice out, white pebbles flying across the table.

Jimin snorted, “Yah,” he said warningly.

Namjoon and Jin laughed, helpless against the charms of the two most precious in the house.

Yoongi wiped his mouth and grinned at Jimin cheekily. The mafia boss rolled his eyes fondly and tugged at Yoongi’s ear lobe, “Brats, the both of you,” he muttered.

The rest of dinner passed without any further interruptions or cheeky questions.

But later that night, after Jimin left for the club, the best friends locked themselves in the games room.

And they shared, stumbling around with Yoongi's cast amidst blushing laughter, what it meant to kiss your knees or to be on your tippy toes (fully clothed of course).

They both agreed— tippy toes is way harder.

***

Jimin was roused awake by the sounds of bubbly laughter fluttering at the edges of his subconsciousness, as a finger traces the sharp of his jaw, skimming over his dry lips.

He nips at the digit.

A giggly yelp echoes.

“I just fell asleep, baby—” he muttered roughly. He’s seriously exhausted, having only gotten back at 5am.

“My ankle is really itchy but I can’t reach the itchy part that I need to scratch...”

Jimin doesn’t even need to see his baby’s face to know that he’s pouting. “And what would you like me to do about that?” he mumbled lowly, fingers gliding up the elder’s smooth back.

Yoongi shrugged, kisses his collarbone, “I think I can reach under the cast with that purple skinny pen you have? You know the one I used yesterday...”

Jimin sighed. He's pretty sure that pen is in the study downstairs.

Kissing his baby’s forehead, he unwraps himself from the other before climbing out of bed.

He sits at the edge for a moment, ruffles his own hair then stretches until his shoulders pop and he sighed in relief.

Cool arms wind around his chest as the elder props his chin across his bare shoulder.

“Thank you,” Yoongi said softly.

Jimin pats the back of his baby’s hands, turns to kiss his cheek, “Be right back hmm.”

When he steps back into the room with the purple pen in hand, Yoongi’s sitting up with the blankets around his waist, his casted ankle sticking out. He’s jiggling his leg with a concentrated look on his face, clearly trying to ease the itch.

The mafia boss snickered at the adorable sight and climbed back into bed, pulling his baby’s ankle into his lap.

When he slipped the pen under the cast and scratched, Yoongi let out such a loud and satisfied sigh as he slumped against the pillows that Jimin couldn’t help throwing his head back in amused laughter.

***

When Yoongi was finally relieved of that damn itch in his ankle, Jimin lobed the pen into the trash can like a basketball and the elder screeched, “JIMINIE noooo!! Pick it up!! I need that!!!”

The mafia boss huffed as he fell back into bed, arms sprawled and eyes closing again, “Fuck no, I actually can’t believe you didn’t dump it after using it to scratch and shit yesterday. It’s fucking gross, baby...”

The elder pouted. It’s not gross... it’s a really useful tool that helps him reach the difficult places. And if it’s so gross why did Jimin use it to scratch his ankle again. He frowned, pushing himself up against the headboard and staring down at his boyfriend, who seemed like he was already drifting back into sleep.

Yoongi sighed. He thinks his stupid ankle is starting to itch again. He scooted to the edge of the bed but before he could set his good foot down, a muscled tattooed arm wound around his waist and dragged him back, “Where do you think you’re going,” Jimin murmured.

“To pick the pen up, I need it,” he mumbled in pout, “It’s itchy again.”

“It’s not itchy, it’s in your head. Scratch it some more and it’s going to get rubbed raw. Lie back down,” Jimin ordered softly, his arm pressing against the elder’s back and cuddling him close.

Yoongi let out a low growl, frustration rising, “I wanna take it off now—” he gritted out, rubbing his face into Jimin’s chest, “I’m sick of it!”

The mafia boss squeezed the back of his neck, his other hand reaching around to pat comfortingly at Yoongi’s thigh that was slung across him. “I know, baby... Dr Choi said soon though, right.”

“But I want it off now,” Yoongi vented almost aggressively.

The mafia boss sighed, threading his fingers through the soft curls at the back of Yoongi’s head. “You don’t want your ankle to heal properly? I can get Dr Choi to remove it right now but if you put too much pressure on it and it hurts again, you’re going to be in the cast for another few more months at least. You wanna risk it?”

The elder huffed again, clicking his tongue with an upset pout. He knows he’s being unreasonable and grouchy but he can’t help it. “No...” he admitted reluctantly.

Jimin chuckled, “Cranky baby,” he tugged on the elder’s ear. “What would make you feel better? Do you wanna go to the studio and fiddle around with your tracks? Shall we... go for a drive? Or... do you wanna go fishing? We can take the boat out.”

Yoongi’s ears perked up. He’s always loved fishing and he had so much fun with Jin hyung that time... but... “You hate fishing...”

“I do, it’s so fucking boring,” Jimin mumbled, laughing when Yoongi slapped his chest, “But I’m sure you’ll find some way to make it fun for me.”

“You don’t have to work today?” Yoongi asked, hope coloring his voice.

“Have a couple of things to deal with at the club but not until-” Jimin broke off into a jaw splitting yawn, “tonight... god I could sleep for a week.” Cool fingers glide up and down Yoongi’s smooth back, caressing over the knobs of his spine.

Yoongi traces the inked lines across the mafia boss’ chest quietly. Then his boyfriend turns to kiss his forehead, “So? Shall we take the boat out? Get your cranky little ass some fresh air?”

The elder paused, lips pursed. Jimin’s always taking care of him... He’s clearly exhausted but still thinking of how to make Yoongi feel better. Guilt settles in his stomach.

He noses against sleep warmed skin, squeezes his boyfriend’s waist. “It’s okay... you can just cuddle with my cranky ass...” Yoongi suggested softly.

“Oh?”

“Uhm... maybe... we can relax with a movie instead. OH! How about a horror movie! Train to Busan??”

Jimin chuckled at the suggestion, chest rumbling under Yoongi’s palm.

“We can draw the black out curtains, turn down the air-con in the living room and make it seem very very cold and scary to set the mood... but— you must cuddle me tight and close okay. Do we have popcorn and nachos and hotdogs? Can we ask Jinhyuk to get it for us??”

Jimin sniggered at the way his boyfriend’s rambling got increasingly more excited with every word, “Sure baby, that sounds good too… I… don’t know if we have all those in the kitchen but yes I’m sure Jinhyuk can get it if we don’t…”

The mafia boss yawned again. “Yoongi-ya... baby,” he murmured, “Will you let me sleep for another hour first though? I promise I’ll jump on those requests in an hour.”

The elder propped himself up on Jimin’s chest, staring down at his sleepy boyfriend. He sees the dark bruises under Jimin's eyes as he blinked up at Yoongi.

“Okay,” he whispered. He brushed his hand softly down the mafia boss’ eyes, making him close them before he kissed his boyfriend's cheek. “Sleep, Jiminie. I’ll cuddle you and keep you warm okay.”

Jimin grinned, soft and fond, “Thank you, baby.”

***

When Jimin eventually woke again, he found himself alone in bed and the sheets beside him were cool to the touch.

So much for his baby staying to keep him warm…

Once he was freshly showered and feeling a little more alive, he made his way downstairs.

He heard Yoongi’s voice as he walked down the steps. Sounding excitable again— this time about wanting to make it the best surprise ever.

Walking up quietly behind the elder sitting on the high stool, he caught Jinhyuk’s eyes and raised a finger to his lips, gesturing for him to keep silent. His guard bit back a smile, leaning back against the marble counter as he continued to listen attentively to Yoongi, nodding along.

“Hmm okay... but do you think it should be like a BIG thing? Because then would security be an issue? What do you th—”

“Why are you meddling with my security?” Jimin whispered quietly into the curve of Yoongi’s ear.

The deafening shriek that filled the air as his baby jumped up from the seat, actually alarmed a few of his men who burst into the living area with their guns brazenly drawn.

Seriously. The mafia boss needs to have a chat with some of his men. He knows he’s overprotective about Yoongi but they’re drawing their guns in this house a little too easily these days. The day they accidentally shoot his baby, heads are going to fucking roll.

The men stowed their guns away immediately at Jimin’s unimpressed look and when they caught sight of Jinhyuk wheezing with laughter as he clutched at his side. They bowed a little sheepishly before retreating out quickly.

Yoongi wailed, “JIMINIE. WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU!!!”

Jimin grinned, strong arms wrapped securely around Yoongi’s tiny waist and stopping him from falling off the high stool as the elder trembled in his hold. He laughed softly, nosing his baby’s cheek as he patted his chest gently to calm him down, “Sorry, I couldn’t resist,” Jimin murmured, “... You were supposed to lay with me and keep me warm. What are you doing down here hmm.”

“I got really bored and hungry, you’ve been sleeping for hours,” Yoongi said in pout, his brows still scrunched up from the scare that he had. “You really scared me, Jiminie. Why are you always scaring me,” he complained. He then turned a dirty look to his guard who was wiping tears from his eyes, “And you’re the worst Lee Jinhyuk, I hate you.”

The mafia boss snickered, turning his baby around and stepping between his thighs. Hugging him close, Jimin teased, “Sorry, baby, Your reactions are just the most... precious, I can’t help myself… and don’t blame the kid, he’s just following my instructions.”

Yoongi huffed, lips curling as he side eyes his guard.

Gripping the elder’s pointed chin and turning his attention back on Jimin, he asked with an arched brow, “Now why are you meddling with my security and what is going to be the best surprise ever?”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” Yoongi said snappishly, “Kiss me and make me feel better now, please. Can you feel how fast my heart is beating? It almost stopped from the shock,” he grumbled in pout, guiding Jimin’s palm to his chest and holding it against the thumping beat.

Jimin snorted, deciding to let it go.

For now.

He always has his way of finding out what the elder is up to... and he will find out one way or another. He leaned down and kissed Yoongi, slipping his tongue between the soft pillowy lips, nibbling and licking sweetly until the elder sagged forward bonelessly. Jimin caressed the sensitive, baby soft skin at the back of Yoongi’s ear, grinning into the kiss at his pleasurable hums.

***

“Oh my god…. Run run run oh my god,” Yoongi mumbled, cat-like eyes peeking out from above the pillow clutched to his chest as he stares at the screen. He is pressed so closely against Jimin that he’s half in the younger’s lap.

Jimin grinned to himself, caressing Yoongi’s hips as he watches the scene play out. He’s watched this numerous times before so he already knows exactly when each triggering moment is. Yoongi screamed when a disfigured hand pops out on the screen with a slam and he turns to hide his face in Jimin's shoulder.

“Jiminieeee,” he moaned, fingers digging painfully into the younger’s waist.

The mafia boss chuckled, ruffling the back of his baby’s head, “Yah. I never know why you always suggest horror movies when your weak ass can’t take it.”

“I always forget how scary they are!!”

“Should I turn it off then?”

“Do you... you can still watch it if you want...”

Jimin laughed, ending the movie and switching it back to the main screen before kissing the elder on his forehead, “What I want—”

In a swift maneuver, Jimin flips Yoongi to lay across the length of the couch, mindful of his wrapped ankle. He hovers closely above him, dark eyes glinting curiously. His baby’s eyes widened, palms coming up to grip at Jimin’s chest, “W—what?”

The mafia boss grinned, like a cat that got the cream, “Tell me, baby—” he grazes his nose softly against the elder's, licked at his lips that parted for him so naturally, eagerly. Jimin swipes his tongue across Yoongi’s bottom lip, pink and puffy from being bitten throughout the movie.

He licks again. His baby has the prettiest mouth.

“Yoongi-ya... Tell me,” he repeats, “What’s the surprise?” Jimin then pulls away from wet, pouty lips and Yoongi’s little mouth chases after him, his head lifting off the couch, “J-Jiminie— k-kiss—” he pleads softly, so sweetly. His hands that had found its way around Jimin's neck tightens.

“Mmh. The surprise, baby,” the mafia boss’ mouth flits across the elder’s glossy lips, teasingly, “Tell me.” He skims his palm hotly up Yoongi’s side, raking up his soft sweater.

“It’s—” Yoongi’s pupils are dilated as he stares up at Jimin, “it’s just for—” he licks his lips then suddenly, he freezes. He pushes against Jimin’s chest, shoving hard and causing his boyfriend to fall to the side, allowing Yoongi to hobble out from underneath him.

“You!!” the elder said in an accusatory tone, round cheeks flushed and breathing heavily, “stop— stop making me stupid with your kisses!”

Jimin laughed, stretching the length of his body out on the couch, looking completely unapologetic at getting caught out trying to trick Yoongi into spilling the secret. “I was just kissing you, baby. You know how much I adore kissing you,” he said with a cheeky grin.

Yoongi stared at him with such a blatant look of distrust that Jimin couldn’t help laughing again. He reached out to tug the elder back, guiding him to straddle his waist.

“So there is a surprise that you’re hiding from me then hmm?”

Yoongi pressed his lips together, stubbornly silent as he continues frowning down at his boyfriend, arms crossed.

Jimin slides his hands up the smooth expanse of his baby’s porcelain thighs.

The elder swipes his hands away, stretches his sweater down to cover over his knees.

The mafia boss cackled. He popped up from his lying position and hugs Yoongi close, “You— are so fucking cute,” he murmured, voice muffled against Yoongi’s neck, “But I’m gonna warn you... the last time Tae tried to surprise me, it ended with him having to visit the hospital. I don’t react well to surprises.”

Yoongi pushed him back and squished his cheeks together, “As if you’d do anything that will send me to the hospital... can you not ask me anymore please? I... It is for you, okay. I just want to do something nice... for you.”

The mafia boss’ gaze softens.

His baby leaned forward, pecked his squished up lips, “Okay???”

Jimin snickered, “Okay okay. But baby... you already do plenty of nice things for me. You know that right. I’m very lucky to have you... my little angel.”

Yoongi pouted and gave a little shrug, even as his cheeks bloomed a shy and rosy pink.

“You do. You... make me amazing breakfasts... dinners. Sometimes you make a lot of fucking delicious snacks in between those meals. Honestly, you’re the reason I have to gym with Kook so much.”

His baby giggled.

“You cuddle with me and keep me warm... even though you sometimes decide to leave me halfway.”

“You were sleeping for ages!!!”

The mafia boss tongued the side of his cheek, winks playfully. “You always know when I’ve had a bad day... and exactly how to kiss and please me, to make me feel better. You say my kisses make you stupid... well, your kisses make me... euphoric.”

Yoongi’s gaze falls to his chest shyly, fingers playing with the faded logo on his sweater.

“And you think I don’t know how the guys always send you in as a peacemaker when they piss me off? You’re very good at defusing our hostile quarrels. I always like hearing your perspective, you know?”

“It’s just cause I’m prettier than all of them combined,” Yoongi said in pout, “so you like listening to me better.”

Jimin chuckled, tilting the elder’s chin down and kissing him, “Well, I’m not going to disagree with that either... but you sometimes have a very... hopeful, almost innocent way of looking at things. It does help me to see things from a more gracious perspective."

"I just hate it when you're mad at the guys... it's scary," the boy mumbled, nuzzling into Jimin's neck.

The mafia boss snorted, hugging Yoongi close. Patting the elder's little bottom, Jimin said, "Can you just promise me something?"

“Mmhmm?”

“Whatever you're planning... No surprises that’s going to mess with my security, baby. I don’t want that. Alright?”

Yoongi nods obediently, “There won’t be. I promise.”

Jimin smiled and kissed him again.

[TBC!]

Chapter Text

***

Over the last week, Jimin stowed the whole surprise issue to the back of his mind. Yoongi had requested that he not probe and he’ll respect that.

It’s obviously something for his birthday. Jimin’s never been big on it but he’s curious about what his baby’s planning.

While he may have agreed to not probe, it doesn’t mean he didn’t pull Jungkook and Jinhyuk aside to make sure they know what’s going on.

But judging by the constant soft smiles and secretive grins he spots between the trio, he doesn’t think he has anything to worry about.

One thing that has made him a little upset though, is Yoongi moving back to his place after his cast was removed two days ago.

He got so used to slipping into bed and hugging the elder close that when he came home to cold and empty sheets last night, he tossed for a long time.

Jimin hadn’t expected Yoongi to move back so quickly too but perhaps his baby wanted some space and/or missed his neighbours.

But it’s his birthday tomorrow so he knows that Yoongi is already over at the house and he’ll be staying over tonight.

The mafia boss usually spends the lead up to his birthday at Dionysus. Nothing fancy, just the usual celebratory drinks— people coming by with all kinds of gifts to make sure they’re still in his / Bangtan’s good books.

Then he ends off the night with a nice fuck.

This year, he’s been summoned home by his baby.

"Before 6, okay?" Yoongi had texted.

Namjoon, Hoseok, Jungkook and Jinhyuk have all gone conspicuously absent so something is definitely up.

The mafia boss had tried probing Taehyung just before he left the office but his Second had laughed and just said he’ll see him later if Jimin survives.

The hell is that supposed to mean...

“Good luck, hyung,” Eunwoo said with a cheeky grin.

Jimin swatted the younger’s head before sliding out of the car. Everyone seems to be a smart ass today.

He slips his hand into his pants’ pocket, takes his time walking towards the house. His sharp eyes caught the fluttering of the curtains beside the main door.

He snorted.

When the mafia boss climbed up the front steps and saw what was waiting, he burst out into surprise laughter.

He ran his hand through his hair, snatched at the note that was stuck to the door along with his... weapon.

*******

JIMINIE!!!! ♥♥♥

WELCOME HOME!!

I… AM HIDING :D

THIS NERF GUN HERE ———>

IS YOURS

I HAVE ONE TOO!!

WHOEVER GETS SHOT FIRST, LOSES!!

** THERE ARE PENALTIES!!!

♥ BABY.

PS: GOOD  BAD LUCK

PPS: YOU HAVE 10 SECONDS…..

*******

“Fuck!” Jimin shouts, when something hits his ass and a sting shoots up his back. He whips around, doesn’t see anyone.

When he looks down at his jeans, he sees a splat of paint across his back pocket.

“YAH,” he shouted into the void, “This is NOT from a nerf gun, the fuck?”

His phone vibrates and when Jimin swipes at the screen, his baby’s text message appears.

[6:03pm]

I have soldiers. (⌒・⌒)ゞ

The mafia boss swallowed a laugh.

<??? Where are MY soldiers?!>

[6:04pm]

You don’t have any ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Watch out.

Jimin curses when he gets hit on the back of his thighs.

[6:04pm]

Only nerf shots count but if you keep standing there, I’m gonna win!!!!!!

The mafia boss slams the door open and thinks he sees that brat sprinting away. He hears a squeal and couldn’t help but laugh. Kicking his shoes off, Jimin picks up the cover of a rattan box by the side, and holds it up in one hand like a shield. The moment he crosses the threshold of the hallway, he hears the click of a trigger and flicks the shield up. He grinned at the splat sound against the cover.

A muttered “Fuck.” follows.

Jimin sprints forward, jumps over the couch like he's in a fucking James Bond movie and shoves Haein face first into the wooden floor with his shield.

“Hyung!!!” the guard exclaims.

Damn it. How many of his men are in on this.

The mafia boss puts his shield down, smacks the back of Haein’s head, “You’re on my side now. Watch my back.”

He curses when he gets shot in the arm, turns to see Jungkook waving at him with a smirk.

Jimin takes aim and shoots back without thinking.

Jungkook cackled, brushes at the spot where the lame nerf ball had bounced off his chest. Then he lunged to pick the ball up before pocketing it and skipping up the stairs.

“YAH.”

“Hyung.. You know you only have 6 balls right? Well, 5 now..”

Jimin cursed quietly.

But once he figured out his baby’s strategy, he took all the hits. Ignored the colorful mess that began to bloom all over his clothes and honestly... parts of the house. Once they’re done, he’s gonna make the idiots clean up every fucking drop.

He focused on finding Yoongi.

Namjoon, his ruthless brother-in-law, was clearly having fun taking aim at all of Jimin’s vulnerable spots.

“YAH! Aim at my dick one more time and I’m shooting yours off with my real glock!”

“HEY! I SAID NO SHOOTING AT JIMINIE’S JEWELS!!!!!!” his baby’s slightly worried voice floated out from the kitchen.

Jimin snorted. Then he smirked.

Found him then.

The mafia boss stalks towards the kitchen but when he enters, Yoongi’s no where to be found.

It was just Jin. Sitting there smiling like a fool.

“Help your brother out,” Jimin said dryly.

Jin beamed, “I am— helping you have lots of fun.”

Jimin huffed a laugh.

The elder leaned forward and gestured for Jimin to come closer, whispering almost like he was going to let his brother in on a secret, “... This kid is really something huh?”

But Jimin has known his hyung forever and there’s a reason why the younger is the most lethal and feared mafia boss in Seoul. All it took was the slightest tick of Jin’s eyes and the game was up. Jimin spun around, shooting at the figure darting out.

Yoongi screamed as the ball skimmed over his hair and he dodged the bullet.

“YAH I SHOT YOU! I WON!” Jimin crowed victoriously.

“NO YOU DIDN’T!!!” his baby shouted, the bubbly sound of his giggles fading as he escaped further into the house.

Jimin turned to his hyung indignantly but the elder just shrugged, “You know your hit doesn’t count unless you hit flesh, Jimin. That barely grazed his hair… if at all.”

The mafia boss snorted. “Fucking biased, I swear.”

He cursed again when another shot hit his back as he turned to leave the kitchen, Haein trailing beside him. Jimin shot the guard a dirty look, “You’ve clearly forgotten what it means to watch my back. Go spar with Yongbae for a couple hours after this hmm.”

The younger paled at the thought of going up against the mafia boss' trainer, “HYUNG!!”

“Tsk. Yoongi said you can’t punish any of his soldiers...” Jin chimed in as he followed behind them.

“Well he’s not Yoongi’s soldier anymore,” Jimin muttered, “He’s a prisoner of war.” The mafia boss strides up the steps two at a time and headed for the games room. His senses are tingling.

Jin shoots at Jimin again. This time on his ass.

The mafia boss clenched his jaw, spun around and shoots his hyung right in the face with the nerf ball, causing the elder to stumble back and splutter in surprise.

“Fuck, that was close range you fucker!

“I fucking know, fucker. Shoot me again one more fucking time,” Jimin retorted darkly, before fixing his eyes on the suspiciously closed games’ room door.

On hindsight, he’s not sure why he didn’t send Haein into the room before him.

A damn rookie mistake.

The moment he slammed the door open, a nerf ball was launched at his chest and his baby’s victorious whoops filled the room as he danced excitedly. Yoongi wriggled his butt, pumping his fists in the air.  “OH MY GOD OH MY GOD I REALLY WON!!???!!”

“Really, Jimin?“ Namjoon said wryly, shooting at the mafia boss again and clicking his tongue disappointedly.

Jimin turned to Haein again with a sneer, “Why… didn’t you stop me?”

“H-hyung— I— I was watching your back like you said…”

Yoongi skipped towards the mafia boss with a gummy smile on his face, hopping up and wrapping his legs around the younger’s waist, arms looped over his shoulders, “I winnnn— you loooseee,” he sang, then planted a loud wet smooch on the mafia boss’ pursed lips.

Jimin squeezed his baby’s bottom, tongued the inside of his cheek, “I thought people are suppose to favour you when it’s your birthday.”

“Yeah, but it’s not your birthday yet,” Yoongi responded cheekily.

“Brat,” he muttered, “Kiss me again. Do you have any idea how painful these paintball shots are?”

“They’re not THAT painful, don’t try to bluff me. I know that Kookie got them all specially custom made so we can play with them again in the house too and everyone knows how delicate I am,” Yoongi quipped back, cat-like eyes glinting bright. Then he pressed close and kissed his boyfriend like he asked, their lips brushing soft and warm, before Jimin’s tongue slides against his, hint of his peppermint gum trailing in its wake.

The mafia boss squeezes the elder’s perky little bottom, tempted to slide his hands up the back of Yoongi’s soft cotton shorts.

Until he heard Namjoon’s voice right outside, talking to Haein.

He swallowed a sigh as Yoongi pulls away, smacking his lips then planting another kiss to Jimin’s cheek.

“These special paintball guns seem really fun, Jiminie. Next time it’ll be us against Jin hyung and Kookie okay? We’ll all use the paintball guns. These nerf ones are kinda lame…”

The mafia boss rolled his eyes, “That kid’s gonna get it from me for using my very expensive suppliers for such useless purposes...”

Yoongi giggled, “It’s not useless!! It’s for team bonding!!!”

“Well... we’re not using them in the house anymore. Have you seen the fucking mess?”

His baby shrugged innocently, hitching himself higher on Jimin’s waist, “You have so many men, just get them to clean it.”

“Brat,” Jimin grumbled, pinching the elder’s bum, “There’s fucking paint splatters everywhere. YOU guys who made the damn mess are cleaning it all up.”

Yoongi grinned, completely unrepentant as he bounces in Jimin’s steady hold, “You’re just sore you lost…”

“You had a whole army against me!”

“Well whatever, I winnnn~~~” Yoongi continued gloating, “Although I thought you’d try shooting at me more. You took like 3 shots, Jiminie.”

“Yah. I did technically hit you earlier... You do know if it was a real gun that my shot would have scalped your hair off right? All of it.” The mafia boss said dryly.

Yoongi blanched, reaching up to cup his head protectively and Jimin snorted, completely helpless against the fond affection that was constantly ballooning in his chest at the elder’s cute gestures. Patting Yoongi’s bottom, Jimin asked as he turned to walk them out of the room, “So, was this my birthday surprise? Are we going to eat now? I’m starving..”

The boy rested his head on the mafia boss’ shoulder and kissed his neck, hugging him tight, “This is surprise #1. Yeah dinner is next... I made all your favourites.. But I thought you’d want to shower first maybe?” he trailed off a little shyly.

Jimin’s eyes narrowed suspiciously at his baby’s tone. He was already walking them towards their bathroom and was indeed intending to take a quick shower to wash off the paint… but Yoongi’s words are setting off the alarm bells in his head.

“Yes...” he started, “I am going to jump in the shower real quick.” He placed Yoongi down, seating the boy atop of the bathroom counter and gave him a quick peck, “5 minutes. Tell me what you did today, baby. Besides planning my demise by paintball.”

He shucked off his paint splattered clothes quickly, listening with one ear as Yoongi nattered on. But before he could step into the shower, he was tugged backwards by his baby’s long and slender legs wrapped around his waist. He hissed when his bare ass pressed against the cool marble counter and Yoongi giggled, turning his boyfriend around to face him.

“Sorry, Jiminie… You’re just so... hot.”

The mafia boss laughed.

“Kiss me again, please?” Yoongi murmured shyly, lips pursed.

The mafia boss stepped back and pulls the elder right to the edge, his palms sliding hotly up porcelain smooth thighs and raking the tiny shorts up, accentuating the bulge of Yoongi’s crotch. His baby whimpered at the soft pressure against his cock, tensed fingers gripping onto muscled arms. Yoongi jerked up when Jimin slides his fingers teasingly under his… panties and grazing his smooth, heavy balls.

“Ahh.. I love that you’re always wearing panties these days. So… fucking… sexy,” Jimin murmured huskily, nosing up the elder’s jaw and nipping his ear lobe.

Yoongi’s fingers are digging into the mafia boss’ inked skin and he moaned softly, “They— they’re one the ones you— you bought and— mmh, comfy too... baby really likes the silk ones. And I know sir— sir loves when I wear it.”

“I do love it. Always such a perfect boy for me,” Jimin praised, catching Yoongi’s glossy lips into another sweet kiss and feeling the elder smiling against him.

“Sir...” the boy says coyly.

“Mmh?” Jimin’s lips latches on to his baby’s neck as he turns, giving the mafia boss free reign to mark the smooth expanse of his skin. He takes the invitation, biting and sucking his mark onto the snowy canvas.

“There’s— mmhhmm, there are penalties— re-remember?” Yoongi gasped out, his crossed ankles pressing against Jimin’s back and pulling him in closer.

The mafia boss smirked. He knew something was up. Biting down playfully on Yoongi’s neck and causing the elder to arch forward, he trails his lips back towards his baby’s pouty little mouth before taking a step back. He tongues the side of his cheek, cards his fingers through Yoongi’s hair. “Yeah… Penalties that I had no say in...” he commented dryly.

Yoongi giggled, his round cheeks warm and flushed, “I really didn’t think you’d lose.”

“Really,” Jimin replied with a flat look, “When you had a whole army against me?”

The elder shrugged with an impish little grin and Jimin rolled his eyes fondly, “Alright, so? Penalties. Hit me.”

Yoongi slides his hands up the younger’s chest, midnight lashes fluttering against his cheeks that darkened with a rosy hue, “Mmh... the... the loser has to give a blowjob.”

Jimin barked out a laugh, head thrown back and displaying the smooth line of his tattooed neck. Yoongi giggled and bounced excitedly as his arms tightened around the younger, “Baby wants your mouth now, sir— pleaseeee.”

“Yah. Seriously— Is this your birthday celebration or mine? Shouldn't you be sucking me off?”

“But.. but I won...” Yoongi said in pout before nuzzling close.

The mafia boss snorted but he’s always been powerless against his baby’s charms. He starts to strip Yoongi before carrying him into the shower area.

Guess the brat won’t have to wait till tonight, after all. 

Pressing the slighter boy against the glass and kneeling down, Jimin looked up to find Yoongi already staring straight at him, his prettiest cat-like eyes blown wide and lips parted in anticipation.

“You sure you wanna collect now? It may not last very long...” Jimin teased, his hand squeezing the back of Yoongi's thigh. The boy’s balls are heavy and full from not getting to come for a while, so the mafia boss is pretty certain that it won’t take very long for him to make his baby spill.

Yoongi chewed on his bottom lip, looking intently contemplative. He eventually lets out a soft huff, clearly conflicted and Jimin couldn’t help his laughter from escaping, head falling to rest against Yoongi’s hips.

“Don’t laugh at me!” the boy pouted.

Jimin kissed the already half hard shaft and looked up with a smirk, his gaze dark and sultry. “Fine. You know what... it’s not your birthday but I’m feeling generous so I’m going to blow you anyway and let you come. Relieve these pretty balls... for tonight,” he said with a devilish grin.

Yoongi gulped.

“You can keep this penalty prize and collect from me another time hmm.”

“Really?! Jiminie’s the— the best,” Yoongi rasped out.

The mafia boss smirked. “Keep your eyes on me,” he ordered.

The boy nods. “Yes, sir.” Long and tapered fingers gripped on tight to Jimin’s shoulders and his knees buckled immediately when the younger pressed the flat of his tongue against his leaking head, licking at the slit before sucking the tip into his warm, wet mouth then sinking down. It’s a good thing the mafia boss was pressing Yoongi hard against the glass, his muscled arms practically holding the elder up.

Yoongi keened, biting down on his bottom lip, “Ohhh— sir, please.” Barely a minute in and he couldn't help but beg already.

Jimin sucked hard, swirling and flicking his tongue around the head, up and down the slit, before sliding his lips all the way down again, satisfaction blooming in his chest at the sounds of his baby’s moans. The mafia boss lifted Yoongi’s left leg and hooked it over his shoulder before turning his attention to the elder’s heavy balls, sucking them into his mouth.

“SIR—” the elder squeaked, hips bucking up. Jimin licked and sucked relentlessly while stroking the leaking cock with one hand. It didn’t take long before he hears the sound of Yoongi’s head thumping back against the glass as he cried out, “Fuckkk— oh my god. Fuck.”

The mafia boss pulled off, his eyes glinting darkly, “Eyes—” he warned.

Yoongi’s gaze snapped back down and locked with the younger just as Jimin swallowed him whole. His baby lets out high pitched gasp and despite his best efforts, couldn’t help his eyes from fluttering close again when Jimin sank all the way down, the elder’s cock hitting the back of his throat. “Jiminie—” Yoongi whimpered sweetly, voice tight and strained, “Oh my— fuckkk so— good. Fuck—”

The boy opened his eyes again as one of his hands slide up into Jimin’s hair, gripping on tight. The mafia boss sucked harder and faster until he felt the familiar tensing of Yoongi’s soft stomach and hears the soft whiny mewl that escaped his baby’s lips — all the signs that told him his baby was close. Jimin released the shaft from between his lips with a pop and continued stroking as he looked up into the elder's wide, glassy eyes.

Yoongi pleaded roughly, “Please— please, please may I come, sir?”

“Mmh... come for me, baby. Let me taste you,” Jimin said before speeding up his strokes and using the velvet texture of his tongue to stimulate just under the head of Yoongi’s cock until his baby was shooting into his mouth, thick white ropes painting across his tongue and the inside of his cheeks.

The mafia boss gave Yoongi a minute to catch his breath before shifting the trembling, slender thigh off of his shoulder. Yoongi’s knees buckled again but Jimin was quick to hold him up, rising and winding a strong arm around the elder’s waist. He kissed Yoongi hard, slipping his tongue between reddened lips and pushing the remaining cum into his mouth. “Swallow,” he murmured, “... Always so sweet these days hmm.”

Yoongi swallowed obediently before chasing after Jimin’s lips, humming pleasantly, “So... so good. Thank you, sir,” he said politely, nuzzling into the crook of Jimin’s neck, kissing warm skin, “Best… mouth. Swear.”

The mafia boss chuckled, ruffling the soft, dark hair. He wonders if he will ever stop being endeared by his baby and everything that he does.

Looking at how his chest just keeps ballooning every day with gross and sappy affection for the kid in his arms...

Yeah.

He’s probably never gonna stop.

I love you, Jimin wants to declare. I love you, so fucking much.

Maybe... later.

***

By the time they made their way down the steps hand in hand, his brothers were sat around the living room, Jin and Jungkook fighting it out on yet another video game while Taehyung watches. Namjoon and Hoseok were hunched over a stack of papers, deep in discussion.

“About time, guys. I’m about to pass out from hunger,” Taehyung drawled, giving them a knowing smirk.

Namjoon glanced up from the documents, “Winner was collecting his spoils huh?” he teased. Jimin rolled his eyes while Yoongi flushed a rosy pink, scratching the back of his ear shyly.

“What spoils?” Jungkook asked distractedly, hands flying across his remote, “Hyung, I thought you said the penalty was going to be during the lap dance.”

Taehyung snorted.

“JEON JUNGKOOK!!” Yoongi hissed, grabbing a pillow and lobbing it at his best friend who didn’t even flinch as it bounced off his head.

Jimin turned to his baby with an arched brow. “I… have so many questions,” he said dryly.

Yoongi sniffed and pulled his boyfriend towards the kitchen, “Well, I said no questions. Just enjoy it, birthday boy.”

“I’m starting to get a little concerned about your definition of what it means for a birthday boy to “enjoy it”. You know the normal practice is to give us presents and not penalties right? I deserve to be pampered and treated like fucking royalty.”

“Well... who asked you to lose at nerf ball! Now you have presents AND penalties. You’re messing up my very carefully thought out plans too, Jiminie. I’m adapting on the fly.”

Everyone burst out laughing at Yoongi’s pouty retort and the mafia boss himself, was no exception.

***

Yoongi really outdid himself with Jimin’s dinner.

It was an extensive spread that was a fusion of cuisines and to Jimin’s amusement, his baby had somehow managed to wrangle some of his guards into also being their… waiters for the night.

“I see you’re making FULL use of my men tonight,” he commented as he watched Haein and Yugyeom helping Yoongi bring out plates of zucchini fritters, pancetta tortilla crisps, some fresh burrata cheese, mini lamb skewers, stuffed mushrooms and a large bowl of crisp garden salad. Then Haein went around the table and filled up their glasses of wine.

Jimin bit back a smile at the splatter of paint on back of the guy’s shirt.

Battle scars. Ahh, good times.

“I can’t serve all of you on my own! I made allll of these, Jiminie. With only a little tiny bit of help from your boys. I deserve to enjoy eating it now too.. they’re just helping with the heavy lifting,” Yoongi said in pout, arranging the plates amongst the floral centrepiece with an intense look of concentration, pink tongue sticking out of his mouth.

Jimin grinned, reaching out to caress the elder’s little bottom, “Of course you do, and these look amazing.”

“Yoongi hyung, we’ll bring the mains out later, okay?” Yugyeom said after setting down smaller plates of banchan and other sauces at the end of the table. Yoongi nodded, “Mmh, thank you! I made extra portions so you guys eat too, okay? Tell the rest of them too.” he said, glancing at the two guys whose faces brightened visibly.

“Awesome, thanks hyung and happy birthday, Boss!”

Jimin, who was watching their interactions with a fond expression, snickered and nodded in acknowledgement.

“Thank you, baby,” he murmured, pulling the elder into his lap and pressing a soft kiss to pink, plush lips. Yoongi smiled against his lips, soft hands cupping the mafia boss' jaw as he deepens the kiss.

“Alright alright, get off Jimin’s lap, Yoongi. You can make out later. A toast now, to the birthday boy,” Jin announced, clinking his wine glass before raising it in the air.

“To Jimin, becoming one year older and hopefully one year wiser. Here’s to a lifetime of happiness, laughter… and love,” he ends with a wink, tilting his chin in Yoongi’s direction. Yoongi’s cheeks tints a pretty pink and a gummy smile spreads across his face.

“Well, I say to good sex, more money and less assholes,” Taehyung chimed in.

“I’ll definitely toast to that,” Jimin sniggered, clinking his glass with his second.

Yoongi elbowed his side, hard.

“OOOF—” the mafia boss choked out a laugh before raising his glass to clink with Yoongi’s own, “And of course to a lifetime of having the sweetest angel, by my side,” he said with a cheeky little grin.

The guys laughed amidst echoes of “ugh, what a fucking sap”, “gross” and “sweetest fucking devil you mean!”, the latter coming from Jungkook.

“Stuck with me forever,” Jimin murmured with a wink, pressing a kiss to his baby’s forehead. Yoongi’s face glowed, eyes sparkling brightly and lips quirked up into a shy smile as he hooked his ankle around his boyfriend, pressing himself close. “Stuck forever,” he whispered, pleased.

***

If Jimin has to name one thing that has definitely, without a doubt, changed in their house since Yoongi stomped into his life — it’s the fact that the 6 of them have never been so well-fed. Sure, Jin likes to cook too but it always tends to feel more like a chore when you’re doing it on your own. With Yoongi having entered their lives, Jin now has a good partner who indulges and appreciates his experimenting in the kitchen, and the results of their efforts together are always orgasmic.

After two main courses (spicy thai basil chicken and a grilled flatiron steak), dessert (lemon creme brulee), more wine and a birthday cake (“You made this?! “No, it’s customised from the patisserie because I only have two fucking hands, thanks!”), they had all fallen into a bit of a food coma.

“Fucking amazing—” Jimin murmured, kissing his baby’s cheek, “What can’t you do, huh?”

Yoongi preened, proud of himself. “Mmh. I can’t beat up people,” he quipped, causing Jungkook to snort and voice his disagreement. “I’m not so sure about that… you definitely beat them up — indirectly.” The mafia boss smirked, recalling the day his boyfriend had pouted about overhearing a guard passing some slightly derogatory remarks about Yoongi’s choice of dressing. Jimin had left Jungkook to deal with it and the last he heard, the guy got his jaw (amongst other parts of his body) dislocated.

Yoongi shot his best friend an insulted look, “NO, I don’t. I’m the NICEST.”

“Sure… Tell that to Jinhyuk and his back full of bruises.”

“Here we go…” Taehyung mumbled under his breath, shooting Jimin a knowing look.

The mafia boss bit back a laugh. Ahh, THOSE indirect beatings. To be fair, his smacks are usually not that bad — Jimin has a very soft spot for Jinhyuk after all.

But their youngest is clearly trying to rile his best friend up here.

“… JINHYUKK!!!”

The mafia boss winced, leaning away from his boyfriend, “Yah…”

Jinhyuk skidded into the dining room. “Hyung?? What’s wrong?!” he asked Yoongi with a bewildered expression, eyeing the seven sets of eyes fixed on him. Jungkook cackled, “Hyuk-ah, choose your words wisely,” he said with a foreboding tone.

“What…”

“Jinhyuk… Kookie says I beat you up indirectly,” he said sadly in pout, eyes pretty and wide, “I don’t even know what that means. He’s a total liar. I don’t beat you directly or indirectly right?! I’m the NICEST to you. I don’t beat you.. Tell him…”

The boy swallowed, his adam’s apple bopping, “… You’re the nicest,” he said with a nod.

Jimin bit his lip at the smart, vague answer that doesn’t quite answer Yoongi’s directive.

“Uh. Boss,” Jinhyuk turned his attention to Jimin, “I just got a call from the docks actually. We’re going to head out now if that’s okay?”

Jimin nodded, “Mmh. Go— you need Tae?”

Jinhyuk shook his head, “We can handle it, and happy birthday, hyung. We’ll bring you a good one to celebrate,” he said with a grin. “Yoongi hyung, see you Monday,” he added before bowing at them and making a quick escape.

“HEY I WASN’T DONE!” Yoongi shouted after him.

Jimin laughed, catching his baby around his neck and pulling him into his chest, “Yes you’re done. Stop shouting and give me another kiss. We all know that you’re the nicest and sweetest angel, and Kook’s the biggest liar.”

Yoongi huffed softly and kissed his boyfriend as requested, but not before casting his best friend a dirty-ass look from the corner of his eyes.

If looks could kill.

Jimin laughed into the kiss while Jungkook’s giggles spread around to everyone at the table.

But in all honesty, Jimin’s not oblivious.

He knows that his baby, as sweet as he often is, has somehow slowly gained a reputation or also being a little bit of a terror amongst some of the guards, as he grows more aware of his status as Bangtan’s most precious.

Yoongi has always been a smart (albeit sometimes recklessly smart) guy and he’s not above using his innocent charms… and dropping Jimin’s name along with it whenever he wants to get his way. He is, more often than not, a literal angel. But there are days when he's grumpy... and it seems like the devil is summoned.

It also doesn’t help that for all his bemoaning, Jinhyuk has a terribly weak spot for the elder and he tends to give in to him... a little too much sometimes (which then results in Jimin’s palm prints across his back).

People have a problem saying no to Yoongi.

Jimin gets it.

But his baby has definitely come a long, long way from the shy and insecure guy that had stumbled into his VIP room that fateful night.

And honestly?

Jimin loves the glow up.

***

“Man, I’m ready for bed,” Jimin mumbled mid-yawn as he stripped off his shirt, dropping it into the laundry basket before kicking off his pants. They must have cleared at least 10 bottles of wine between them and the mafia boss is sated and buzzed.

“W-what… Jiminie, you can’t be tired! You’re ruining my plans again!” Yoongi exclaimed, turning around and smacking the mafia boss in his chest. Jimin burst out laughing at the devastated look on his baby’s face, as if Jimin just told him that he’s leaving the country. He turned the elder around by his shoulders and gave his little bottom a sharp spank, pushing him towards the shower.

“OWW!”

“Do you know how late it is? It’s officially my birthday and if I want to go to bed, I will. Brat… I’m already taking a shower again because someone wants me to wash him. On my birthday.”

Just before Jimin could flip the rain shower on, Yoongi turned around, winding his arms around his boyfriend’s trimmed waist and dished out his puss-in-boots eyes. “But… we’re supposed to have birthday sex after we have a hot shower… you’re supposed to fuck me before bed. The slow and tender kind that I like,” he said in pout.

Jimin tilts his head in a half-shake and said with a hint of incredulous wonder, “Yah… the more I hear of your plans, the more it seems like you’re the one getting all the good stuff! Baby, it’s my birthday! We do what I like!”

“W-What... Getting to fuck me slow and tender is not good stuff? It's not something you... you like? You don't like it?” Yoongi asked, chin wobbling dramatically, “But… sir likes my tight little hole right..? It’s been 2 days, sir… Yoonie is really really tight!”

The mafia boss snorted, a loud and unattractive snort, laughter erupting from his chest as he hugged the elder close, nipping playfully at the porcelain smooth neck as his baby’s tinkling giggles filled his ear.

God. His heart is full.

He was seriously contemplating if he’ll have the energy to make love (yes, make love. it’s his birthday, cut him some slack.) to his baby before bed versus the chances of him falling asleep with his dick inside Yoongi, when the other boy whispered, “Jiminie… shower please— it’s getting a little cold.”

Jimin chuckled, pulling back to flip on the rain shower and letting it warm up. They moved under the warm, cascading waterfall, Jimin tilting his head and savouring the flow of steamy rivulets beating against his face. Yoongi nuzzles into his neck, soft lips kissing, biting and sucking gently. He pulls away after leaving a few stinging marks, bright red and visible even against the ink that was painted across the mafia boss’ neck.

“Birthday love bites for you. Because.. you’re mine,” Yoongi said with a soft grin.

Jimin’s heart skipped a beat.

The hot shower was causing his baby’s cheeks to flush a cotton candy pink as he shakes off the water flowing down his face, threading elegant fingers through his dark hair. He gave Jimin a soft, gummy smile when he caught his boyfriend’s intense gaze, leaning forward to peck him on his lips. But before the elder could pull away, the mafia boss held him in place, their naked bodies pressed together warmly, intimately— Jimin’s inked canvas a stark contrast against his baby’s flawless, porcelain-like skin. He pressed a kiss against Yoongi’s round, button nose. Then in a voice so low and raspy, as though gently coaxed from the depths of his dark, tainted soul by Yoongi's bright and innocent light, the mafia boss murmured, “I.. I love you, Yoongi. I love you, so fucking much.”

Yoongi's breath hitched.

Then he giggled.

He fell forward to rest his head on Jimin’s shoulder, fingers sliding across the phoenix-inked chest, “Jiminie— I… I was going to tell you that I love you when you made love to me tonight… in bed, when you’re inside me. Now… now you’re making us exchange our first “I love yous” in the bathroom!!”

Jimin laughed, a loud and unrestrained joyous sound that only Yoongi is able to evoke, as he grazed his lips over a flushed, warm cheek.

The elder huffed dramatically, “Ruining all of my plans again, seriously…”

The mafia boss snickered, “I’m sorry, love.”

Love, Jimin likes how it rolls off his tongue.

“… I love you too, Jiminie. I love you so, so much that it sometimes scares me,” Yoongi said, his voice now taking on a hushed, serious tone, “But then I remember that Jiminie never breaks your promises… and you promised to always take care of me. You… you will always love me, right?”

"Mmh. Until I take my last dying breath."

Yoongi's lip wobbled and he slapped his boyfriend's chest, "Stop being so morbid! Just say yes, always, forever!"

Jimin barked out a laugh, tucking his baby's head into the curve of his shoulder and patting him gently. He echoed, "Yes, always and forever, my love.".

***

Even though Jimin promised, very earnestly, that he will not fall asleep with his dick inside Yoongi, the elder had laughed and said it was okay.

“I’ll let you sleep,” he declared magnanimously, “You can make love to me when we wake up, okay?” He nuzzled against Jimin’s chest, eyes already drooping shut. In all honesty, Yoongi was ready for bed too. He had spent all day moving, packing, planning the paintball game, cooking and adding the finishing touches to the rest of his surprises.

He’s knackered.

Then he won at paintball. Got an amazing blowjob and was allowed to come.

They had an amazing dinner.

Then Jimin had washed his hair and his boyfriend gives the best head massages.

The best part of the night? Jimin said he loves him.

Love, he said. Always and forever.

So Yoongi is very, very satisfied and is ready to float into dreamland in a pleasant haze. He smiled to himself secretly, it does feel a little like it was his birthday. He feels Jimin’s hand sliding down to cup his bottom and then a sharp pinch. Yoongi yelps, “Oww! Hey!”

“LET me sleep? Please,” Jimin mocked, “Don’t act like you’re full of energy, brat…  actually… you know what. It’s my birthday, I should make you suck me off so I can have a restful sleep.”

Yoongi giggled, reaching back for Jimin’s hand and winding the tattooed arm around himself protectively, cuddling closer to his boyfriend, “Noooo— you’ll fall asleep halfway through and then won’t be able to enjoy it. It’ll be a total waste. Tomorrow kay?” he implored cutely.

Jimin snorted and pressed a kiss against the top of his head, “Lil brat,” he said in a sleepy drawl.

“… Love you, Jiminie… happy birthday. You had fun right?” Yoongi asked softly.

“Mmh. A lot of fun. Thank you, baby.”

“There’ll be more fun tomorrow,” Yoongi whispered shyly, “G’night.”

Jimin squeezed his baby’s arm, “Can’t wait… Night, my love.”

His love.

***

“Mmmhhh,” the mafia boss hummed as he slowly roused from sleep, the feel of a wet mouth wrapped around his cock.

Bobbing movement from under the covers.

He chuckled lowly. “Now this feels more like how a birthday should start,” he murmured, a teasing lilt to his sleepy voice. Jimin threads his fingers through the fluffy hair, gripping tightly. “Slowly, baby. Let me enjoy this hmm.” The sucking movement slows and Yoongi hums, the vibrations sending a pleasurable sensation down the length of Jimin’s cock.

“Mmmh— that’s good.” He releases his grip, lets Yoongi continue to suck leisurely, alternating between his hard cock and balls. When Jimin feels the familiar tug in his lower belly, he taps the fluffy head and Yoongi pulls his mouth off to rest on the tip. A warm hand strokes the bottom half of his cock, fast and eager until Jimin comes into Yoongi’s mouth with a low moan.

The mafia boss snickered when Yoongi’s round, flushed face pops out from under the covers, eyes playfully bright. He crawls up the length of the tattooed canvas, settling across Jimin’s waist. Pink and plump lips parted to show his cum-filled mouth. “Good boy— swallow for me, baby.” Jimin draws the elder down after into a hot kiss, palms sliding down to grip the soft, round bottom. He flips them around, giggles spilling from Yoongi’s lips as he wraps his legs around Jimin’s waist.

“Happy birthday, Jiminie,” he said roughly. Jimin grinned and kissed his baby’s nose, “I like this kind of celebrations more— thank you, love.”

Yoongi giggled again, hips bucking up to grind against Jimin, “Will you make love to me now, please?”

The mafia boss pressed down, their wet groins sliding against each other, “Slow and tender hmm.” He stretches out for the lube, uncapping it easily with one hand before coating his fingers liberally. He teases the puckered rim as he kisses Yoongi, rubbing and breaching the tight hole in tiny increments before sliding two fingers in, as deep as they would go.

Yoongi gasps, a low and breathy little sound against Jimin’s lips as he pushes back against the welcomed intrusion, “M-More, please—”

How can Jimin refuse when his love begs so sweetly.

He brushes a soft kiss against pink cheeks and obliges, finger fucking the little hole rapidly before sliding another finger in. Once he’s satisfied that Yoongi is relaxed enough, he fucks into his baby’s hole with one deep thrust, drawing a sweet whimpering sound from the elder beneath him, fingers clawing against his back, “Mmmhh— Ji-Jiminie—“ Yoongi moans, clenching tightly around Jimin’s cock.

“Fuck,” the mafia boss rasps, “You always feel so hot and tight, like I’m fucking you for— for the first time.” He pulled out and slides in all the way once more, wet skin slapping against each other every time he bottoms out. Yoongi keened and mewled, dark bed head thrown back against the pillows, his slender legs wrapped tightly around Jimin’s waist as he pressed up tight against his boyfriend. Jimin continued fucking into his baby’s tight heat, slow and steady, while he sucked his marks into the elder’s pale neck, pressing wet kisses against his jaw.

“Love— love you, Jiminie,” Yoongi cries out softly, fingers digging hard into the mafia boss’ back when Jimin finally spills inside him, messy and wet as he continues thrusting in and out.

“I love you— the most. I’d do anything for you, you know that right?” Jimin murmured into the curve of Yoongi’s ear, glossy lips pressed against the elder’s rosy cheek, breaths falling harshly between them.

Yoongi nods, hugging Jimin tightly, “I— I know.” The mafia boss slides his hand between their sweaty, slicked bodies, grasping his baby’s dripping wet shaft and stroking him until he’s shooting thick ropes of cum across his belly and chest.

***

When Jimin was slipping on his shirt after emerging from the shower, he noticed a small plant sitting on the table at Yoongi’s side of the bed.

A plant that didn’t use to be there.

A plant that looks very much like the one Yoongi has in his apartment.

And is that… a new photo frame? … Yeah, sitting beside the plant was their infamous bathtub photo. It’s not new per se, it used to sit on top of Yoongi’s dresser.

In his own apartment.

Jimin turns, eyes then catching on to the additional colors filling one side of his walk-in closet. Yoongi has always had clothes here given how often he stays over and especially after he broke his ankle. But... has he always had SO many?

“What are you staring at?” His baby walks in, grabbing one of Jimin’s sweater and lobbing it over his head.

“Did you… bring even more clothes over?” He asked curiously, tucking in his shirt. He keeps his eyes trained on the elder picking out a pair of shorts and Jimin’s interest peaks when he sees a red flush crawling up his baby’s pale neck all the way to the tip of his cute little ears.

“Mmhmm,” Yoongi nodded, without turning around, “I missed some of my sweaters.”

“And your joggers? You missed your plant too? And our bathtub photo?”

“Mmhmm, I missed a lot of things. I’m sentimental,” Yoongi replied, voice muffled with his head stuffed deep into one of the shelf compartments.

Jimin bites back a laugh. The boy’s clearly trying to hide by burrowing himself into the closet and he looks ridiculous. He gives Yoongi a minute but the kid just keeps his head buried.

“YAH,” he smacks the elder’s round bottom peeking out from under his sweater. The impact causes Yoongi to jerk in surprise and he smacks his head against the top of the compartment with a loud ass thud. Jimin’s eyes widened a little at the louder than expected sound, choking back a laugh.

“OWW!! YAHH!!!!” Yoongi complained, emerging with a cherry red face as he rubs the back of his head. He stares at the mafia boss with wide, imploring eyes, lips pursed in an upset pout, “What— what was that for… that hurt...”

Jimin tongued the side of his cheek and pulled the elder into his arms, giving him an apologetic kiss as he ruffles the back of his head gently, “Sorry, baby,” he chuckled. Then he spins them around, pressing Yoongi against the mirror on the other side of the closet and his free hand comes up to grip his baby’s chin, “I just... Tell me what you’re being so shy and embarrassed about.” he said, even though he’s already figured it out.

No wonder a couple of his things have been shifted around…

Yoongi pouts, cat-like eyes dropping to Jimin’s chest. “Stop it. I know you know and you’re making fun of me.”

The mafia boss laughed, tilting his head and drawing Yoongi into a soft, sweet kiss, thumb caressing his smooth jawline. The kiss tapers off into little pecks before he murmurs, “I’m not making fun of you, baby… just asking what got you so flustered.”

“I’mmovinginwithyou—ImeanImovedinwithyou. Here,” Yoongi mumbled, eyes darting to the side.

Jimin grinned. This really is shaping out to be the best birthday yet.

He wonders if he will ever get used to this ridiculously soft and sweet feeling that consumes and brightens his dark heart whenever Yoongi does something adorable. “Ahh— someone went home for two days and already miss me that much huh?” he teased, caressing the elder’s cheek.

Yoongi clicked his tongue in slight annoyance, glaring at Jimin, “Please. I know YOU miss waking up to my pretty face every morning. Since it’s your birthday, I thought I’d grant you your wish of having me in your bed all the time.”

Jimin snorted, so fucking fond of this brat. He hugged Yoongi tightly, nuzzling into his neck. Every time that he thinks it’s impossible for him to be any happier, Yoongi breaks through that barrier and proves him wrong.

Time and time again.

He had suggested that Yoongi move in some time back but the elder had declined, wanting to still have a place of his own and Jimin had respected that. He had been hopeful though, after Yoongi had gotten his cast off that he would have changed his mind because living together the past few weeks had been amazing. He loved starting and ending the day with Yoongi. Hearing his laughter and deep, soothing voice echoing around the house. Finding traces of his presence in the living room, in his study, in the kitchen. Coming home to see him lazing on the couch. Playing the piano. Talking to Jin.

Jimin really likes it.

It all seems so... domestic.

Things that he never thought his heart would or could, crave. Yet Yoongi has shown him that it does. And now he craves it all the time.

So he was, admittedly, a tiny bit hurt when Yoongi said that he was well enough to move back. He had thought that Yoongi loved living with him as much as he did.

Jimin had sent him to the apartment with a smile though. He’d never pressure Yoongi to do anything against his will.

And now his baby is back. To stay.

“I hope you’re not doing it just because I want you to though, Yoongi-yah… I promised you you’d never have to do anything you don’t want to and I really mean it,” he murmured, caressing the soft hair against the nape of the elder’s neck.

Yoongi’s arms squeeze tightly around his waist, “I know… and I want to, Jiminie. I really like waking up in your arms… I hated how empty my bed felt the last few days. And it was nice right? Having me around here all the time? I wasn’t too annoying?” he asked, pulling back with an impish grin.

The mafia boss hummed, brows slightly furrowed, “Well, I mean…” trailing off into a laugh when he sees Yoongi’s slowly souring look. He taps his round cheek and drops another kiss against his forehead. “You’re tremendously bratty at times but never annoying, no,” he quipped, turning to walk out of their closet, “Now get dressed, I want the rest of my birthday surprise.”

“WAIT you can’t wear that!!” Yoongi shouted, dragging his boyfriend back and stripping him again.

***

That morning, Yoongi brought Jimin to Ansan Mountain.

“Ansan?”

“Mmh.. Jin hyung told me… that your eomma used to bring you guys here some weekends. That you had a lot of good memories here… but you haven’t visited in a long, long time since she passed…” Yoongi caresses the back of Jimin’s hand, raises it to his lips for a kiss, “I… I wanted to give you more good memories here too…. with me. And I thought… maybe you could share some of the happy stories of your eomma with me too.”

“Yoongi-yah—” Jimin said roughly, pulling the elder into his lap and hiding his face against his neck, “... I love you.” Now that it’s out in the open, he can’t stop saying it.

They spent a good part of the afternoon completing the forest trail as they marvelled at the scenery from the various observatory points. Yoongi had even packed some of his favourite rice cakes and they savored those while soaking in nature’s tranquility. Jimin shared little stories and anecdotes about his eomma as Yoongi listened, chiming in with a question every once in a while. The trail was an easy one to trek and the majestic, sky-high trees in the woods provided cool shelter. But despite this and the bucket hat that covered half of Yoongi’s face, his baby’s little button nose still got a little pinkish from the sun.

Jimin snickered, looking down at the selca that Yoongi just took, wide gummy smile and eyes squinting against the sun rays as he holds up a peace sign. Jimin had pulled a funny face and he delighted in the giggles that it drew from Yoongi. He tapped the elder’s button nose and chuckled, “All that protection and you’re still a little burnt.”

Yoongi sighed, twining their hands together as they slowly made their way back to the entrance, “Told you I’m delicate. See the sacrifices I’m making for you, Jiminie…” he said in pout. The mafia boss grinned, kissing the side of Yoongi’s head, “Thank you, baby. This was fun… I forgot how much I missed this place.”

The boy turned to him with a bright grin, pecking Jimin’s flushed cheek, “I’m glad— I had fun too. I’ll have to thank Jin hyung for the suggestion. Now you’ll associate this place with happy memories of both your eomma and me!”

“Mmhmm, two people that I love very very much,” Jimin murmured, causing Yoongi to preen a little shyly as he pressed himself closer to his boyfriend.

***

The rest of Jimin’s weekend went a little something like this.

Being fed amazing food. Kissing. Cuddling. Ice cream. Kissing. Wall sex.

Namjoon walking in on said wall sex.

Being fed amazing food. Cuddling. Cuddling. Cuddling.

Lap dance.

Getting the fuck teased out of him.

Rough sex.

Bubble bath. Cuddling. Cuddling. Cuddling.

Being fed amazing food.

More sex. More cuddling.

Yoongi begging for mercy. No more sex.

Cuddling, kissing, kissing, cuddling.

It’s been, for lack of a better phrase, fucking amazing.

***

“Is this your best birthday ever or the bestest best ever?” Yoongi asked, cheek resting against Jimin’s chest, his words a little slurred.

“Bestest best ever.”

Yoongi giggled, raising his arm victoriously, “YES! 100 points for Min Yoongi.”

“100,000 points.”

“OH OH OH! This will make it 1,000,000 points!” the elder suddenly shouted, popping up and scurrying towards their closet. When he climbed back onto the bed with a box in hand, he was grinning from ear to ear, “Almost forgot about this,” he said, placing the fairly heavy box on his boyfriend’s stomach.

“A present?” Jimin asked, clearly pleased, “You already did so much for me, baby.”

Yoongi shrugged bashfully, “I just— I know you’ve been wanting new ones for a while and I thought these were really nice.” The mafia boss opened the box to see a beautiful pair of smooth black leather boots. “Awww, baby…”

“You like??”

“Love.”

Yoongi took them from his hands and shifted down to the foot of their bed, slipping the boots on to Jimin’s feet. Letting out a satisfied hum, he said with an approving nod, “It fits. The cutting is a little different so I was worried it wouldn’t fit well..” Jimin wiggled his foot, “Nah. Perfect fit. Good job.”

The elder giggled, “Okay, take it off,” he said, tugging the leather boots off and putting it away. “It’s weird when you’re wearing it naked..” Yoongi mumbled, cheeks flushing.

“... You mean it’s hot? Is it making you hard?” Jimin teased lowly, nudging the elder’s groin with his bare feet, “Want me to fuck you in nothing but these leather boots? We’ll use the handcuffs on you this time.”

Yoongi squeaked, slapping his boyfriend’s leg and climbing up the length of his body. “Nooo more sex, Jiminie. I’m so tired and so sore,” he huffed softly, resting his head on Jimin’s shoulder.

Jimin laughed, stretching out to turn off the lights and plunging the room into darkness. He squeezed the elder’s tiny waist and cuddled him closer, “Okay, no more sex… time for bed then.”

“Mmh.”

“I love you, Yoongi,” Jimin murmured, “Thank you for this weekend.”

Yoongi giggled, “I’m so happy you had fun… thank you for being such a good sport and indulging me, Jiminie,” he said, remembering the flabbergasted look on the mafia boss’ face when he found himself cuffed to the bed frame. “And thank you for sharing your childhood stories with me… Tell me some more next time okay… I wanna see all the other baby photos too…” he murmured, eyes slowly drooping shut, “And thank you for loving me… I love… love you the most.”

[TBC]

A/N: And that, concludes the birthday weekend. (◍•ᴗ•◍)♡ ✧*。

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***

Winter creeps up on them slowly as the autumn colours fade, the dried fallen leaves crunching under their feet as Yoongi stares up at the pinkish orange skies, taking a deep breath of the cool, fresh air. Jimin came to pick him from work and Yoongi had requested a walk before heading home.

“You okay?” Jimin asked, squeezing his hand.

Yoongi turned and gave him a tiny smile, leaning forward to peck him on his lips, “Yeah… just felt like a walk. I’ve been sitting all day. Hyunwoo hyung got me to help with the online stuff again… he’s such a dinosaur with technology, it's ridiculous."

The mafia boss snickered.

"Seriously. I'm not joking. I really don’t know how he survived before us... or maybe the people before us quit because he's such a dinosaur.”

"I’m sure he’s not that bad... You’re just very good at it.”

"Jiminie. He's bad. Like ancient caveman bad. It baffles me."

Jimin shook his head, chuckling in amusement. “Yoongi-yah...” he piped up after a moment, their clasped hands swinging between them, “Didn’t you say you were going to send your tracks to Kwon PD? I ran into him earlier today and he mentioned that he hasn’t heard from you.”

“Ahh…” Yoongi mumbled, scratching his neck awkwardly, “Uhm... I… it’s not ready.”

“Oh? Thought you were done with most of them already?”

“Uh… yeah well. I listened to it again and… I think I wanna work on it a little more. Something is missing at the bridge for one of the main tracks... sorry...” he said hesitantly, peeking over at his boyfriend. Yoongi hopes he has not put Jimin in a bad light. Kwon PD is a renowned producer in the scene and he knows that not everyone gets an opportunity like this handed to them on a silver platter. He doesn't want to appear tardy or ungrateful. He's just a bit of a perfectionist. 

Jimin shook his head, “Ahh, no I wasn’t chasing you or anything. I was just wondering since he had asked me. Baby… you know I introduced you because Kwon PD heard your demo the last time and really liked it but you don’t have to feel pressured by this okay? Take however long you need... or want. Or if you don't want to let him hear anything anymore, that's fine too.”

The elder giggled shyly, pressing closer to the mafia boss, “Jiminie... nobody says no to someone like Kwon PD okay… and I really do want to send it to him at some point but you know how I am… it has to be perfect. Especially since it's going to him."

Jimin was about to respond when Yoongi’s phone rang, the chirpy ringtone piercing the evening air.

“Oh—” the elder muttered, surprise coloring his voice as he stared at the screen. “It’s my eomma…” he said, turning to Jimin.

The younger frowned. In all the time that he has been with Yoongi, his boyfriend has only mentioned his parents a handful of times. But those few times were already enough for Jimin to form a terrible impression of them. Yoongi’s appa seems to have a habit of verbally abusing him and also thought that physically smacking your kid was the way to toughen them up.

And Yoongi's eomma doesn't seem like she's any better. She saw him as a disappointment after he didn’t pass his civil service exam and had always scoffed at Yoongi’s interest in music.

Jimin had swore to himself that if he ever saw those two in person, he'd take them quietly to the side and put the fear of god into them. The mafia boss had also considered getting some people to deal with them... but he's not too sure how Yoongi would handle a situation like that if he found out. So Jimin has held off... for now.

“Uhm hi eomma...”

Jimin listened quietly as Yoongi continued on with what seemed like small talk but the grip on his hand grew increasingly tighter with each passing minute.

“Okay... I have to check my schedule at work. Ah no... I uh, work at a music store. And I also play the piano at—” his words cut off abruptly.

Jimin glances over and sees the way Yoongi's shoulders are hunched downwards. He:s biting his lip and his grip on Jimin's hand was crushingly tight.

The mafia boss stops walking, steps to the side of the path and pulls Yoongi to his chest, the elder’s head resting on his shoulder as he continues listening to whatever his eomma is saying.

Jimin just... hugs him, warm palm pressed against his shoulder, steady and reassuring. It's clearly not a pleasant conversation from the looks of it and the mafia boss wants nothing more than to take the phone away and put a stop to that conversation. But again - he finds the ground still a little tentative when it comes to Yoongi's parents at this point.

“Ok. I... I will check and let you know. Mmh. Ok. Bye eomma,” Yoongi said softly before hanging up. He immediately wraps both arms around Jimin’s waist and takes a shuddering breath, his face hidden from view.

“I love you,” Jimin murmured lowly, turning to press a kiss against the side of his baby's head.

“I wish they loved me too,” Yoongi said in the tiniest voice and the mafia boss’ heart clenches painfully at the obvious longing in his voice. He embraces the elder, then leans back to brush another soft kiss across his forehead, “It’s their loss, baby. I don’t know how anyone can not love you.”