"Woah hyungie, look at that!" Jimin cried out in excitement, the dazzling lights casting shifting shadows over his gentle features brushed over with light make up, shiny, plump red lips parted in surprise, his bangs which had been combed to the side blowing a bit in the slight breeze.

His small hand clutched onto Yoongi's tightly, their fingers laced together as they walked, shoulders colliding softly, and Jimin pointed out everything that caught his eyes, awing and ogling at all the attractions as though he'd never been to a festival before.

Although it had been quite a while.

Yoongi couldn't even focus on the burning stares several boys and girls were sending his boyfriend, who was looking even more breath taking than usual in his black leather pants that outlined his slender legs, thick thighs, and ass, and a tight fitting black and white striped shirt with a neckline that dipped below his collarbones, along with a choker circling his neck, obviously one of Taehyung's genius combinations, as he was too caught up in his beauty, heart swelling at the wonder in his doe like eyes, for jealousy to ruin his evening. He simply pulled him in closer, squeezing his fingers a little tighter, and gave him all of his attention.

"You sounded amazing you know," He commented with an adorable gummy smile, his cat like eyes glittering with the reflection of the burning silver stars above their heads, casting shifting shadows over his pale face and prominent cheekbones, tempting red lips that Jimin still couldn't resist tasting. He savored the fact that his hyung was so comfortable with him, and laughed and grinned to freely, swinging their hands back and forth between them in an almost childish giddiness. It made his heart swell, overwhelmed with joy and love. "Singing Serendipity. I love your voice."

Jimin hummed, squeezing Yoongi's fingers tighter, memorizing their warmth.

"Thank you hyung. Did you know, they wanted me to rap?"

Yoongi paused, raising his eyebrows in both shock and disbelief.

"Who?" He questioned, seeming almost disgusted by the thought.

"My singing teachers," Jimin elaborated, giggling as Yoongi wrinkled his nose. "I kept saying I wanted to sing, but they wanted me to learn how to rap."

"But...but you can't rap! Like, at all!" He exclaimed, remembering with a disturbed shudder the one time Jimin tried to rap his part in one of his songs Cypher 4.

"I could rap if I wanted to!" Jimin protested. "I could do it!"

Yoongi shook his head, nudging Jimin's shoulder gently. "No way. You are not a rapper Jimin. I can't even imagine it."

Jimin pouted, poking out his bottom lip, and Yoongi felt the urge to kiss him once again, but shoved it down, along with a few dirtier thoughts.

"Hyungie is so mean," He huffed, tugging his hand away and crossing his arms playfully. "I quite like Yoongi hyung, but I guess he hates me...and now...I'm sad..."

"Hm, hyungie is mean is he?" Yoongi teased, and Jimin nodded, feigning a wounded expression.

"Very mean." He sniffed indignantly, and Yoongi laughed at his dramatic performance.

"Oh no, however will I make it up to you?"

Jimin tilted his head, pretending to think about it.

"Hyungie can..." He pursed his lips, turning to Yoongi expectantly. "Give me kissies."

"Mm, is that so..." Yoongi mumbled, tugging him forward by his slender waist and caressing his cheek, running his fingertips over his jaw.

"Yeah..." Jimin whispered, eyes closing slowly as his warm breath fanned out across Yoongi's face.

Yoongi brushed his hair away, tucking it behind his ears, and bumped their noses together a bit, deeply breathing in Jimin's sweet scent.

He pressed forward, ghosting his lips over Jimin's soft, plump ones, and Jimin melted against him, waiting in anticipation.

And then Yoongi tickled him.

"Ah, Yoongi!" Jimin squealed, jumping away from his seeking fingers with a high pitched giggle, and Yoongi grinned wickedly, eyes shining with mischief. "No, hyung not again!" He cried out as Yoongi seized him around his middle and dug his fingers into his stomach, twirling him around as he laughed uncontrollably into his shoulder.

"Ah, hyungie, you're so weird!" Jimin breathed against his neck, pressing a light kiss to his skin, and Yoongi smiled, drawing swirling patterns over the small of his back.

Only with you Jimin.