Yoongi woke up from his deep slumber with a good stretch of his back, his pale skin glowing gold as the sunlight hit him through the vintage French windows of his bedroom situated at the top tower of their castle.

The dirty work aside, The Mins were a royal family just like the Park Family.

He sat up, his back all sore and his legs aching but mind refreshed from the previous night.

It took Yoongi a moment before his lips turned into the widest gummy smile, his perfect white teeth at full display. He scratched the back of his head, smiling like an idiot at the thought of Jimin, his eyes hooded open from the remaining sleepiness.

Whipped was an understatement. He was obsessed.

Soon enough he was making his way down the stone steps after doing his morning routine, skipping two stairs at the end as he strode towards the dining room.

He pushed the enormous double door open with his hands, entering into a huge hall with high ceilings, portraits of ancient kings and queens hung above and at the very middle was a huge chandelier; their dining room.

The house was made of vintage furniture and had an ethnic look to everything, Indian wood furniture and candle lamps decorated almost everywhere.

But what made him happy was the fact Jimin had entered his home once, which was a privilege.

He saw Jihyun and the lovely Clarice occupying two chairs of the long dining table, sitting next to each other. The house was so big, it felt almost desolate for only three people, he wondered how big his family would've been generations before to have such a long dining table. And also wondered when these pieces of furniture would finally go dead, he could bet they were almost a hundred years old.

"Well, well who has an extra bounce in his steps today?" Clarice asked, raising an eyebrow at Yoongi while her beautiful brown orbs gleamed with mischief. Yoongi just smiled, ruffling his dishevelled grey hair and making his way towards the table before taking a seat.

"Where have you been since the last couple of days, brother?" Jihyun asked, voice gentle as he glanced at Yoongi while elegantly holding his knife and fork up in the air.

"There's a particular glow in him today, he was with someone special, am I right?" Clarice said, straightening up her slim figure on the chair.

Yoongi looked down smiling shyly as Jihyun chuckled lightly, seeing his brother like that for the first time.

"Woah, Min Yoongi, if I'm not the first person you spill your tea to," Clarice exclaimed excitedly. "Come on, show me a photo or something."

"I don't have any photos," Yoongi said, shaking his hand lightly. Well, he had Jimin's photos, but those just revealed too much. That feist was only for him.

"Oh, there might be something." She asked. "Tell me something about this guy."

"Looks like my brother isn't in the disposition of sharing his recent love life with us." Jihyun joked, though his voice stayed stoic and undoubtedly calm, it was enough to send chills down someone's spine.

"Ah," Clarice said in observation. "Let me guess, it's a lust story but you gained feelings."

"Trust me it's more than that." Yoongi wittily answered, his mouth stuffed with eggs benedict. "The boy is a treasure in himself. But to have the treasure, I need to solve the mystery of his."

"That's...endearing."

"Speaking of mysteries," Jihyun said, wiping his fingers by his handkerchief. "What about that mysterious guy who attacked you before. Have you been keeping an eye on him?"

Yoongi almost chocked on his food. Only if his brother knew the mysterious guy was the one and only Jimin. He hated hiding things from him but, he couldn't risk Jimin's life.

"He didn't attack me, he was just a maniac who just threatened and went away. I never saw him after that."

"Can we not talk about threatening and murderings at this table and just eat like a normal family?"

Jihyun sighed deeply, admiring the girl in front of him. He just forgot what he really was when he was with this woman. He curly brown hair, her thin face, and her beige skin. But most of all, her soul. So, so beautiful and pure.

She was intelligent, witty, and handled Jihyun, controlled his demons. The best girl Yoongi could ever wish for his brother.

But Clarice's interest in Jimin would bring a threat to his life. He couldn't even risk-taking his name right now. So, he quickly discarded himself from the room after bidding his byes to both of them, kissing Clarice's cheek.

"Bring him home sometime."

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Jimin was going to kill Min Yoongi.

After all the sweet sweet talks yesterday, where Jimin had almost cried in front of him, Yoongi had disappeared.

Yes, he was 15 minutes late, leaving Jimin recklessly waiting for him by the car he always stopped by under his apartment. Yeah, that meant he disappeared for Jimin.

Oh come on, don't be that desperate for him. So what if he didn't come today?

So, I want him to stay near me!

His eyes innocently lowered as his pout grew bigger and bigger by the second. He had put on his baseball cap for Yoongi to take it off and ruffle his hair.

But his heart skipped a beat when he heard footsteps coming closer, doe eyes raising up to see one and only Min Yoongi speeding towards him. He quickly straightened up, keenly waiting for Yoongi, small fingers gripping the edge of his long-sleeved sweatshirt.

"Hi," Yoongi huffed, frowning at Jimin.

Why was he standing here? Yoongi surely was late but he thought Jimin would have taken this chance to escape to whatever business he had tended to. But he was standing at Yoongi's spot.

His lips curved into a thin smile. "You were waiting for me."

"And you're late!"

"Was my little Mob missing me already?" He teased, grinning at the younger, eager to see his reaction.

Jimin licked his lips as his cheeks turned crimson.

"I wasn't missing you. I-I was just thinking to take you with me! But you can get lost, I'm going to spend time with Jin anyways." He scowled.

"Okay," Yoongi said flatly, wanting to test Jimin.

An audible 'huh' left Jimin's mouth.

"I said okay. I'll just go. You can spend time with Jin." He said, holding back his laugh as Jimin panicked.

"A-Actually, Jin said to bring you along. Yeah, he said it's mandatory to bring you along. I can't go without you or-or he'll be upset."

Yoongi chuckled, it was becoming harder and harder to believe Jimin was here to kill each time he did something insanely cute or something insanely sexy like those jeans he was wearing right now.

"Come on."

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Yoongi and Jimin reached to a garden as Jin had texted the address, looking around to find the lad.

"Jimin!" A voice resonated from behind as Jimin turned along with Yoongi to see Jin happily waving his hand at them, sitting on a bench.

Jimin quickly ran towards him as Jin stood up and before Jimin knew he was embraced into a tight hug.

His eyes almost popped out of his sockets. What was that? Why would Jin hug him? But it felt so comforting that Jimin couldn't help but wonder how hugging Yoongi would feel like.

He slightly closed his eyes as Jin patted his back. Was he supposed to hug back? But the time was cut short as Jin separated from him to face Yoongi.

"You!" The oldest laughed. "Am I new or you two always stick around this much?"

"Stick around?" Yoongi scoffed. "We basically follow each other." He sat on the bench Jin was previously sitting on as Jin and Jimin followed along.

"How long have you known each other? Considering your ages, Jimin you shall be in a university right now, am I correct?"

"Uh...I-" Jimin stammered. "We knew each other..."

"We've known each other for a month perhaps." Yoongi tackled. "It's been a month since we officially met, but we had heard of each other through family and friends."

"Okay," Jin let out, but instantly frowned. "Why are you always dressed up so shabbily? And why do you always be a jerk to my Jiminie? And why are there so many cuts on your face? Are you a street fighter?"

Oh, thank your innocent Jiminie for all the cuts and bruises.

God, the bartender asked questions like his Mom. And boy did Yoongi feel scared of upsetting Jin.

"It isn't like that...I just fell off a bike. And when have I ever been a jerk to you Jiminie?" Yoongi asked, smirking.

"You have been!" Jimin whined. "You have been a jerk to me many times."

"Like when?"

"Did you forget? Remember the time you clicked my nu-" Jimin choked on his own words, he had almost said that in front of Jin.

Both Yoongi and Jin stared at Jimin choking on oxygen, Yoongi's lips pressed tightly while Jin could barely contemplate what just happened.

Whatever it was, their little couple fights were too cute.

Jin laughed, flinging his hand on Yoongi's shoulder, thinking of them as their buddies. Only if he knew the monsters they were...

"You two kids. But mind it Yoongi, if you hurt my Jiminie I'll kill you."

"Oh no need for that," Yoongi said, before looking at Jimin with a smirk. "He'll kill me himself."

"You know, watching you two makes me think I should give Namjoon another chance too. Another chance to be a better person. What say?"

Jimin pursed his lips. "I don't know, I'm not the relationship expert here, I barely have any experience."

"Yeah, but Jimin is always open for sex advises." Yoongi laughed, eyes turning into crescent moons. "He has a lot of experience there."

"Not my innocent Jiminie!" Jin scolded as he watched Jimin panicking by himself. It was so fun to make Jimin flustered.

"Don't embarrass the poor boy, Yoongi," Jin said, finally breaking into a fit of giggles.

"Why should he be embarrassed?" Yoongi threw his head back, laughing as his one hand went around to hold Jimin's neck, making a shiver run down Jimin's spine.

"It's a talent on his own. Although I'll spare you the details Jin, I like to be a little possessive with my Jimin."

My Jimin? My Jimin? Yoongi's Jimin?

He was sure Yoongi had day drunk or he had sworn to burst Jimin's heart today.

While Jin and Yoongi continued talking, Jimin was left with his own thoughts of the grey-haired man tieing him to the bed and fucking him senseless.

God, how good would it feel?

His thoughts were nothing but a fit of flashes of their naked bodies and some sex toys in a dark room filled with their moans.

Jimin had never received such good sex from anyone. Taehyung was good at sex but what he felt with Yoongi was beyond that. He wanted Yoongi to literally wreck his body, drive him to the edge and do him. He wanted Yoongi to punish him, dominate him till he was spilling tears.

"What are you thinking?" Yoongi muttered in Jimin's ear, snapping him out of his trance. He quickly looked at the older and licked his lips in nervousness, looking down to see his all too visible boner.

"You want me to help you?" He asked, smirking.

"Hey! I'll bring ice creams!" Jin exclaimed, jumping up and pointing at the ice cream stall.

"And I'll go take a piss," Jimin said quickly before running off to the public bathroom and barging into an empty cabinet.

"Fuck." He muttered to himself but jumped back when the door open, making him jump back in alarm but his surprise was soon changed with something else when he saw it was Yoongi.

He retreated a step back towards the wall as Yoongi got closer.

"Can't stop thinking about me?" He teased, before swiftly attaching his lips to the younger's and moving his lips around those doll ones, dipping his hand down Jimin's belt and palming his bulge.

"W-What makes you think I was thinking about you? I could be thinking about someone else."

Yoongi just shook his head with a deep exhale. "Your attempts to make me jealous, little Mob,"

He fumbled with the younger's belt, holding his oversized sweatshirt up to have a perfect view of his defined torso.

"You're not fucking me?" Jimin asked.

"As much as I'd love to do that, there is a sweetheart guy with purple hair waiting outside for us with three ice creams in two hands so we'll have to make it quick, all because of you and your dirty thoughts."

Jimin's squeezed his eyes in embarrassment. "I-Its your fault!" He blurted out.

"Your thoughts, your body, how is it my fault?"

It's because you exist. It's because your breathing is sexier than a stripper dancing on a pole.

"Agh! You can have your ice cream, I'll handle it." He hissed as his shaft was now contacted with the air.

"I can make you come faster!" He argued.

But they were both alarmed by the sudden banging on the door of the washroom.

"Can you two like, do your stuff already? I've had the ice-cream seller waited outside." Jin shouted from outside. "Oh! And Yoongi thanks for calling me a purple-haired sweetheart, I thought people considered it weird."

Here goes nothing.

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It's Yoongi's birthday how could I not publish 🥺 thank you so much for waiting ily ❤️❤️