Jimin got up to the rooftop, standing at the gate as he saw the back of Yoongi as the older cluelessly gazed at the stars. He sighed, striding towards the grey-haired man he was so delusionally in with.

There it was again, the burn in his chest whenever he was near Yoongi, he had always been good at cracking his exterior. The way he made him scream and the way his cock filled him up- it's suddenly hot in here.

Jimin kicked the side of Yoongi's leg to destroy his peaceful moment alone, shoving his hands into his pockets and holding back a smirk as Yoongi looked up to see Jimin, a smile forming on his lips.

"Seriously, rooftop?!" Jimin snorted. "You're so cliché."

Yoongi just rolled his eyes, pulling the younger's hand as he plopped himself down on the lush mattress placed beneath with a cute yelp Yoongi wanted to coo on.

Jimin messed his hair before fixing them back with his hand. His rival's gaze wandered to his sharp jawline. He was so exquisite, the way his chest raised and fell as his eyes gleamed just like the stars.

How could someone like this person be a killing machine? Despite how many times Yoongi has asked himself that question, he knew the demon that possessed Jimin while killing. They never talked about that night again, it was such a sensitive topic. Then there was Jimin who missed Jin like crazy, he hadn't stepped into that club since that.

"What are you thinking?" Yoongi asked, noticing how deeply he was gazing up at the million stars.

"I'm...I..." Jimin sighed, hugging his knees closer to himself. "I'm trying to..." He stammered, gulping down. "Do you believe that dead people turn into stars? I'm trying to find my parents...well–"

Jimin pursed his lips close, not wanting to continue the sentence any further.

Yoongi couldn't say anything except letting out an 'oh', gazing deeply at Jimin as he continued to shift his gaze from star to star. He knew Jimin had never met them. He clearly remembered the night Jimin had told him that he didn't even know his last name. He could see the curiosity in the younger's eyes.

"You know, perhaps if I would have met them, I might have loved them." He whispered. "I don't know why or how but I was raised by other people and trained to be what I am today. But somehow... someone told me my parents died in a car crash two months ago. I think I was kidnapped as a child and they always had a watch on my parents and never told me. When I heard about their demise, I just realized what my life could have been. It could have been different, better, and normal."

"I feel you, little Mob," Yoongi said, pursing his lips and hoping this would comfort him. He wasn't best at listening to vulnerable talks. But of course, this getting out of Jimin's mouth crawled in his skin.

Jimin looked at Yoongi and rolled his eyes with an annoyed groan. "Stop calling me that, it's a horrible nickname."

Yoongi sneered, wanting to tease him more. This was the first time Jimin had argued over the nickname. "Oh yeah? Then what should I call you? Baby boy? Oh even better - shorty."

"Shut up! I'm not a shorty!" Jimin yelled. Boy, he was a full-grown assassin capable of slaughtering Yoongi right now just if not his heart wrenched at the thought. He deserved respect.

"But why not?" Yoongi teased. "With your short legs and tiny fingers and oops not to mention your smol di-"

"Shut up!" Jimin shouted his lungs out. He was beyond offended. Yeah alright that enemies with benefits thing and the too much time they were spending together but may Yoongi needed some boundaries...or else...or else Jimin was going to blush himself to death.

Fuck. How much Jimin was postponing not killing him and he dared to insult him.

Yoongi faltered by Jimin's sudden outburst. He could feel the death daggers Jimin was sending with his eyes. These days, it was hard to differ if Jimin was really upset or just flustered. He had been very serious and short-tempered, unlike the previous Jimin. Maybe that's why that today Jimin did something like he did a month ago, Yoongi couldn't help himself but tease him. He missed Jimin.

Did he touch a nerve?

"Shut up! I said shut up! You better jam that in your mind that sooner or later I'll hunt each one of you down and slit their throats and pull out their voice box and hand them to you! And for you, I'll cut your legs and we'll see who's the shorty then!"

Jimin finished with a huge exhale as his nostrils flared, his eyes shut the whole time he barked those words at Yoongi.

Yes, he did touch a nerve.

Yoongi gaped at Jimin, his chest tightening at the truth. Yes, he'll do all to his protection but he didn't know if he could stand a chance with Jimin and the feelings he had for him. Yoongi looked down at his lap defeatedly. This wasn't supposed to go like this, they had grown so close with each other and then in one night, they became so distant.

"But Jimin, I do not want to fight with you. And I miss us, so much."

Yoongi said the sentence so silently and vulnerably that Jimin instantly realized what he had just said.

Jimin's throat stung like anything, chest aching. Seeing Yoongi was torture and so was the thought that he'll have to kill him with his own hands and that time would come sooner than he could think and he'll have much less time with this man.

But I don't have anyone apart from him. He is the only person. He is my only...he is just mine, only mine.

Thick tears fell Jimin's eyes and Yoongi gasped at the man. For the first time, he was seeing Jimin's guard down, Jimin barely even smiled in front of him and suddenly-

"What happened, Jimin?" Yoongi asked, cautiously scooting closer. "Did I hurt you so much with that pet name, oh God I'm sorry!"

Jimin couldn't see anything with the thick flow of his tears. But he shook his head at Yoongi, wailing and sobbing as the older gripped his upper arms.

Jimin started punching Yoongi's chest with his small fists and the older had to muster all his courage to not just melt at how much of a dumpling he looked while doing so.

"Yoongi..." Jimin sobbed as the other lad caught his wrist to stop him from punching, instead, Jimin started hitting his head on his shoulder to which Yoongi chuckled.

He snaked his arms around the younger's shoulders, pulling him into a tight hug and making him sit on his lap, Jimin didn't know what to do, nor was he at a state in which he could understand what was happening to him.

He just knew he wasn't given a chance to build his life on his own terms and he hated himself. He was so overwhelmed by everything and just when he found someone, he would have to kill him with his own hands. God, he couldn't even imagine Yoongi's lifeless body, it was so horrific.

Jimin clutched his shaky hands on Yoongi's T-shirt and continued to sob.

Yoongi understood. He didn't know if there was someone else who could understand better. He lived the same life as Jimin's and it was nasty. Ripping someone's guts open wasn't something satisfying and the event that happened a month ago was a major epitome of it, being stressed and overwhelmed was almost inevitable for a 21-year-old.

And knowing Jimin, he knew how his emotions messed up with him. This wasn't the first time Jimin was being vulnerable but it was sure the first time he wasn't hiding it.

"I don't want to fight with you either, Yoongi," Jimin said quietly, looking at his palms as the older securely wrapped his hands around Jimin's torso, pressing Jimin's back harder into his chest so that now they were spooning. "And I miss us too. I'm sorry for being distant with you I just-"

He just dreaded the days passing and the task coming nearer.

Jimin doubted resting the back of his head on the older's shoulder but shrugged it off, continuing to look down.

"So don't fight," Yoongi said, knowing it wasn't as simple.

"I can't-" Jimin said, being cut off by his small hiccup. "I don't know how to refuse, I've never... Please promise me you'll stay alive, Yoongi."

"From who? You?"

"Yes. Please don't get killed by me. You know what happens to me, Yoongi. You've seen it. I'm scared to hurt you."

"Yeah 'kay, that's weird as fuck. But why do you care if I live or not? You've been bragging about killing me since the day we met."

"Don't play dumb, Yoongi," Jimin mumbled. "You know what I feel...I'm not bragging, I'm warning you."

"You cannot kill me when I have you cuffed to the bed." Yoongi husked in his ear, causing Jimin to blush profusely and kick Yoongi's leg.

"Yeah keep saying that I might rip your intestine earlier," Jimin grunted.

Yoongi sneered again, it felt so good to keep Jimin in his lap as if he was a soft toy.

"You little Mob, look at me."

Jimin turned his head 180 degrees to face Yoongi but was taken aback by the abrupt kiss Yoongi sealed his lips with. Was he melting? It felt like so, his whole body felt on fire as his eyes fluttered shut and he moaned in the kiss.

Several long moments in the kiss, Jimin's neck started to hurt in the awkward stance both were in, so he tried to shift without Yoongi noticing but was left with no fruit when Yoongi broke the kiss.

"What happened?"

"Uh-Uh, nothing it's just my neck's hurting in that position," Jimin said innocently causing Yoongi to chuckle.

"How can you?" Yoongi asked in pure awe as he made Jimin straddle his waist in the process.

Jimin frowned, "How can I what?"

"How can you be so dangerous and hot and sexy and this cute at the same time?"

"Shut up I'm not cute," Jimin said abruptly, a tint of a blush creeping on his cheeks causing Yoongi to giggle.

He kissed those juicy plush lips, relishing how wet they were and how moist they felt when he moved his lips around them. Their lips moved in synchrony as Yoongi bit the younger's lower lips causing him to gasp and get a perfect opportunity to swirl his tongue inside his mouth. Yoongi explored every corner of the lad's mouth as he snaked his arms around Yoongi's neck and pulling his grey locks.

He left his mouth, trailing kisses down Jimin's neck, nipping at his delicate skin as he moaned softly.

But Yoongi didn't want this night to end like the previous ones. He wanted more, he wanted something special. Tonight has been so special. Jimin had opened up for the first time. Told him about how he imagined life to be different, about how he tries to find his parents in the stars and cried because he didn't want Yoongi dead with his own hands.

He gently laid Jimin down, the matters digging in as Jimin lifted his chin to kiss Yoongi again. But Yoongi didn't lean in, he got lost in how beautiful someone could be.

He looked so enthralling under the stars.

Yoongi caressed the back of his hand on his cheek as Jimin closed his eyes. He was so thankful Jimin hadn't made a sassy comeback yet and hadn't ruined the moment.

"Have you ever felt adored, little Mob?"

Jimin's face stiffened, features going sharp again. It was really hard to differ whether Jimin was a kid or an adult assassin. But right now, Yoongi knew he wasn't a kid.

"I don't want to feel adored! It's all ludicrous and it's not even-"

"Now you shut up. Yeah, I get it, alright, your stupid assassin ego hurts. But you're only human. Do not shove your feelings away, never. Good or Bad, feelings define you, Jimin."

"And your true self is too pretty to be murdered by you." He joked before cupping his face and leaning in.

Before their lips could meet, he caressed the younger's cheek before kissing it softly.

"Doesn't this feel good?" He whispered in his ear, waiting patiently for his answer, noticing how his breathing suddenly deepened.

"It does," Jimin said honestly, feeling his heart warming suddenly. Now, what was this feeling?

Yoongi pressed his lips on Jimin's forehead, feeling like this man under him deserved more than all the mess he was stuck at.

Their lips met and an electrifying sensation travelled to both of their bodies. Legs tangling and fingers interlocking like a feather's touch.

"Don't ever think your life isn't worth it," Yoongi whispered, gripping the hem of Jimin's shirt and guiding it up before throwing it away.

"Why does this feel...different?"

Yoongi smirked his one eyebrow perking up in amusement. Jimin once again the zap on Yoongi's eyebrow he had put.

"What feels different?"

"You're kissing differently, lightly and slowly. I never kissed someone like that before. And those talks, do you really mean them? Because they hell of a lot are meaning to me."

"That, little Mob, is called affection. You don't get it from everyone, that's why your life is worth it, because if no one, I yearn to show you my affection for you."

"Your affection for me? Are these a part of sweet sex or do you really mean it?"

Yoongi mentally facepalmed himself at the man's naiveness. How could he be so dangerous on the streets, such a sinner in sheets and ask questions like these? Yoongi licked his lips, staring at Jimin silently.

"Believe me when I say I mean this with my every nerve - I don't mind dying by your hands, I'd happily,"

A silence fell between them where both of them just stared at each other. Moments passed and a knot formed in Yoongi's throat when he saw tears welling up in Jimin's eyes again. God, why was he crying so much today? He'd usually beat the shit out of Yoongi or answer back savagely. There was something about tonight that made Jimin feel reunited and connected with Yoongi. He had always felt so much for him.

Always.

"You mean to say you're going to break my promise?!" Jimin yelled, punching Yoongi's shoulder.

"Ouch! I'm not your training bag you little Mob! You're no whiny kid throwing cute punches here and there, yours actually hurt." Yoongi yelled, yanking both his wrists and pinning them to each side of his head. But he knew what was to come next, the kick. Ah, this violent little Mob. Yoongi hastily tangled their legs together, slightly digging his knees to keep him stable.

"Stop moving!"

"Did I not make you promise to stay alive?!" Jimin cried.

"Yes, Jimin and I will, just for you to know, I'd rather die with your hands than anyone else's. And I won't regret that."

"But I will! No! You're not dying! because I want you. Not because I want you to live but because I selfishly want you for myself. If you die, I'll have no one left! I'll be left alone again, I swear to God Yoongi if you mean any one of your sweet-sex sentences, you won't die! You'll run as far from me as you can, you'll change the damn country I don't care! But you're not dying- I have no one else!"

Yoongi sighed, they had to plan something up to somehow stop Jimin.
He snaked his arms around Jimin's waist, burying his head in the crook of his neck. It felt like he could stop the world there.

"I'll stay with you. I won't die. But for that, you'll have to prevent yourself from killing me."

"I can't-"

"Yes, you will. End of conversation, we have a long night ahead of us."

With that, he attached his lips with Jimin's once again, locking in an indulging kiss.

That night, they made love.

There was no wild fucking, no desperate need for release, no harshly spoken dirty words, no consensual pain.

Just the press of warm bodies, soft gasps, lips drinking from each other's, fingers entwined together. There was no rush like all the other times. They went slow, rocking together.

It was so perfect, so perfect. Yoongi's touch was so delicate, Jimin felt so taken care of. New feelings invade Jimin's body, no one's ever treated him like this before.

They reached their climax at the same moment, it was otherworldly. Jimin had never had another orgasm like it before.
He collapsed in the mattress, whole body writhing and overwhelmed. He was still breathing heavily, chest rising and sinking, coming down from his high.

This was so out of the world. This felt heavenly. It couldn't be real. He was probably in the best dream he would ever see in his entire life.

He did everything today. He cried and let out everything, spent time with Yoongi as he had only fantasized, and then had the purest sex he had ever received from someone. It was so...endearing. And now, he was wrapping his hands around Jimin, pulling him closer towards his chest.

Jimin looked up at Yoongi in awe. This couldn't be real. His life was never like this. His life was isolated and restrained. Yoongi had unleashed so many feelings within him he had never imagined existed. 

Yoongi kissed the tip of his nose, squeezing Jimin into his arms and Jimin couldn't be happier. He smiled shyly, wanting to rest his cheek on Yoongi's-

"What was that?" Yoongi interrupted.

An audible 'huh?' left Jimin's mouth.

"Did you just smile?" Yoongi asked, his eyes gleaming and a cute smile dancing on his lips too.

Another smile formed on Jimin's lips, a wide one and he discovered he couldn't see anything anymore as his eyes closed while smiling.

"You made me happy today, Yoongi. You made me happy for the first time in my entire life." He wrapped his hands around Yoongi. "It feels like my life ain't filled with people's blood anymore. I don't know what to say to you...you mean so much to me."

Young watched how Jimin happily buried his face in his chest, snuggling into the blanket as it was getting chilly on the rooftop now.

He placed a quick kiss on Jimin's lips, a chuckle escaping his lips.

"I've got you, little Mob."

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This is the chapter from where it all began. I mean, this is the scene that first popped up in my mind and hence the story was constructed.

Precious little babies 🥺