"Jungkook?"

Yoongi gasped, taking a step back in shock.

Impossible...he was caught in the explosion. Several eye witnesses said he went in and never came out. Jungkook was dead.

The figure rose, smirking. Yoongi could see his teeth shining in the dark.

Yoongi quickly flipped on the light.

Kim Seokjin stood there, his arms held out mockingly. "Oh, were you expecting someone else?"

"You," Yoongi's growl was animalistic. He lunged forward, ready to wrap his hands around Seokjin's neck and squeeze.

Seokjin held out his hand. 

Yoongi saw the sleek black device in his palm, and stumbled, forcing himself to stop.

"Yeah, I wouldn't do that if I was you," Seokjin said lazily, making himself comfortable on Yoongi's bed. He tossed the remote in the air and caught it when it came down. "You said you wanted to talk, would be a shame if you fell asleep on me."

Seething, Yoongi leaned against his dresser, crossing his arms over his chest. He wanted to rip into the criminal, but Seokjin would put him under before he had even moved an inch.

"How the hell do you keep getting in here?" Yoongi scowled.

"Like I said before, it wouldn't be fun if I just told you the answer," Seokjin rolled his eyes. "Use that beautiful brain of yours. It's what first attracted me to you in the first place." He tossed the remote again.

Yoongi kept his eyes on the remote. "You killed Jungkook."

Seokjin sat up, staring at Yoongi. "Did I kill him, or did you fail to save him?"

"He didn't answer me. I called him twice. He could have gotten out sooner if he had just..." Yoongi glared at the wall, turning his head so Seokjin couldn't see.

"Oh, enough of the pity party!" Seokjin rolled his eyes. He stood up, walking closer. 

Yoongi stood his ground, glaring as the villain came closer and closer, until they were an inch apart.

Once again, he was struck by how beautiful Seokjin was. He didn't want to admit it, but he couldn't tear his eyes away from the man in front of him. The moonlight silhouetted his figure, making his pale skin shine.

"You're running out of time," Seokjin whispered. "Tick...tock..."

The stopwatch. 

Yoongi had almost forgotten about it in the wake of the explosion. By the looks of it, that was what Seokjin had been counting on.

Yoongi dug into his pocket, pulling it out.

Risking a glance at the screen, he took his eyes off of Seokjin for a second.

Two minutes and sixteen seconds left.

"Uh, oh..." Seokjin whispered into Yoongi's ear, his breath fanning his hair. "First Jungkook and Ryan, now a poor innocent girl. I thought you were better at this, Min Yoongi."

Yoongi met Seokjin's gaze evenly.

"When are you going to drop the act and admit Diana is already dead?"

Seokjin paused, as if he wasn't expecting that answer.

Then he laughed, throwing his head back.

"Well I'll be damned!" He chuckled. "Maybe you are as smart as they say!" He grinned, reaching a hand out to ruffle Yoongi's messy black hair. "What tipped you off?"

Yoongi slapped Seokjin's hand away. "It was obvious. The car was a red herring, Diana was at her house the whole time. You just wanted it to seem like she had been kidnapped, but she had been at home. In her basement."

Seokjin nodded slowly. "True, I can see how you could come to that conclusion. But you had that place searched. Someone would have found her body there."

"And someone did." Yoongi said, emotionlessly. "Deputy Ryan. That was why he was down there even though there was a bomb threat. He knew she was down there, but it wasn't part of your deal to have her blown up as well. But when Jungkook ran back inside to save him, you couldn't resist. You detonated the bomb and destroyed the evidence Diana's body had been hidden down there, and silenced Ryan forever. Jungkook being there was just an added bonus."

"Guilty as charged." Seokjin grinned. 

"So what was it?" Yoongi asked. "Blackmail or was Ryan on your team?"

"Blackmail," Seokjin admitted, not sounding ashamed or guilty in the slightest. "Snipers on his house. He's got two darling little girls, you know. Twins. What can ya do except do as the big bad man says?"

"So now what?" Yoongi asked, fighting back a yawn. He wished Seokjin would leave so he could sleep. "You killed your hostages. Where do you go from here? Is the game over?"

Seokjin laughed. "Baby, the game has just begun!" He smiled fondly at the agent. "But we'll wait for tomorrow for that, I can tell you're tired."

He stepped aside, ushering Yoongi to the bed.

Yoongi stayed put. "Get out of my house."

"Well that's just rude." Seokjin shook his head. "You're crabby when you're tired. Here, let me help with that."

He pulled out the remote, and Yoongi suddenly struck.

He leaped at Seokjin, landing on top of him, and the two crashed onto the bed.

Yoongi grabbed at the remote, but Seokjin was just barely taller, and managed to keep it slightly out of his reach.

Yoongi snarled, choosing to claw at Seokjin's throat with his left hand, his right one still reaching for the remote.

The man beneath him managed to get his legs up to his chest, and sent Yoongi flying off him with a powerful kick.

Yoongi hit his dresser, making it wobble.

Seokjin sat up, covering his neck with one hand. He was panting heavily.

"Well that was fun," He let out a shaky laugh. "You caught me off guard there, baby. Good for you. I thought you would be too tired to fight me. I like that you're full of surprises."

Yoongi jumped up, wanting to attack him again, but after being reminded how tired he was, he swayed on his feet.

Cursing himself and his limits, Yoongi held onto the dresser for support.

Seokjin slid off the bed and walked closer, seeing that the danger was over.

He pressed a button on the remote, and Yoongi felt that familiar sensation seizing his body.

"No..." He tried to take a step, and nearly tumbled to the floor.

Seokjin reached out and caught him in time. "There, there. Poor baby, such a long day you've had. So many people dead because of you. I bet you just want to sleep it off, huh?"

Yoongi couldn't answer, and he felt Seokjin carry him over to the bed, laying him down on it and covering him with the blankets.

"Tomorrow is a new day for fresh horrors," Seokjin whispered as Yoongi's vision faded.

He leaned down and pressed his lips gently to Yoongi's hair.

"Sweet dreams, baby."

-

Someone was shaking him.

Yoongi tried to slap the hands away, wanting to sleep for just a little bit longer, but his arms were dead weights.

Someone was saying something, but he might as well have been whispering it from underwater. On the moon. In another language.

The shaking continued and got more violent, until Yoongi thought he was on an amusement park ride.

Slowly, he managed to flip himself onto his back, and stared up at confusion at the shapes, colors and sounds above him.

The sound got louder and eventually, clearer as well.

"Yoongi! Yoongi!"

He was being shaken like a ragdoll, and his head spiked with pain. He felt nauseous, and if this abuse didn't stop soon, he would vomit all over the intruder.

For once he hoped the intruder in his house was Seokjin.

"Are you okay? Yoongi!"

Colors, logic and clarity suddenly came together as one, and Yoongi recognized the worried face of Namjoon.

Namjoon let out a sigh of relief when Yoongi finally opened his eyes. "Jesus fucking Christ! There you are! You didn't show up at work again, and weren't answering our calls. After what happened with Jungkook...we didn't want to take any risks so I came over."

Namjoon was the only member of the team who knew where Yoongi lived and was also the only one who had ever been over.

"What time is it?" Yoongi asked, struggling to sit up.

Namjoon helped him.

His words were slurred, and what came out was a "Wha'timesit?" But Namjoon still understood.

"Nearly four in the evening."

Yoongi became aware of a beeping sound. He groaned, holding his head. He still felt like throwing up.

"Did you drink?" Namjoon gasped. "You know how alcohol makes you!"

"Didn't drin'," Yoongi insisted. "Sleep..."

Namjoon eyed the collar, but didn't say anything.

After a few more moments, Yoongi stood up.

He stumbled his way into his bathroom, going straight to the toilet and falling down in front of it.

He retched into it, surprised he even had anything in his stomach to throw up.

Wiping his mouth, he stood up. He already felt a little better. He stripped off his clothes and stepped in the shower. The hot water helped his headache.

"Everyone's worried." Namjoon called from outside the door. "I just called them and let them know you overslept."

Yoongi didn't care what they thought. He recalled his talk with Seokjin last night.

He hadn't given Yoongi any new information. Just confirmed what Yoongi already knew. No hints as to what the next game was. He was back to square one, and now down one member.

I'll kill off every one of your team members one by one.

Turning off the water, he stepped out to see Namjoon had laid out a clean towel and fresh clothes for him to change into.

Yoongi dried off, changed, brushed his teeth and hair, and walked out of the bathroom.

The beeping was still going on.

Namjoon sat on the edge of his bed, absentmindedly fiddling with the stopwatch in his hands. The source of the beeping.

"I'm too hopeful to think that someone somewhere saved Diana just before this thing went off, right?" He asked, holding it up.

Yoongi walked over, plucking it out of his friends grasp. He opened his sturdy dresser drawer, held the watch halfway in, and slammed the door shut with all his strength.

The watch cracked in half, and the beeping stopped abruptly.

He lifted the watch out and held it in the air, studying it.

"She was dead from the start."

He dropped it on the floor and stepped over it.

Namjoon stared, nodding slowly. "Figures. Of course Seokjin would rig the game in his favor."

Yoongi spied the fallen granola bar and picked it up, chucking it in the trash.

Namjoon stood up and followed him down the stairs to the kitchen.

"Jimin wants to come over. He insists on moving in until Seokjin is caught."

Yoongi pulled down a box of cereal. He popped it open and shoved a handful in his mouth, leaning forward over the box and tilting his head to catch every piece.

Namjoon made a face. "What does Jimin see in you?"

"My beautiful brain."

The words had come to him automatically, and he nearly choked on the cereal in disgust.

Namjoon quickly got him a glass of water.

Yoongi drank it, pretending the cup required his full attention so he didn't have to meet Namjoon's judging eyes.

"Are you just going to act like you don't know that I'm going to ask why you weren't at work today?" Namjoon asked, crossing his muscular arms and leaning against the kitchen counter.

"Who, me?"

"Twice in two days, when you never missed a day in your twelve years of working. Not on any holiday or birthday or weather conditions." Namjoon pursued. "Suddenly Seokjin shows up and now you're missing days like a sinner misses church. Not to mention that collar you haven't taken off since all this started."

"You can't use religious euphuisms when you're atheist. I'm pretty sure that's against the Bible or something."

"You and Seokjin are meeting up in secret."

Yoongi coughed into the glass, spurting water everywhere. It splashed against the back of the cup and raced forward again, hitting him in the face. He dropped the cup and it clattered to the floor, bouncing. Plastic.

"That's enough of an answer for me," Namjoon sighed, pushing himself off the counter.

"It's not what you think!" Yoongi ran to him, desperate to get Namjoon to understand. "He keeps breaking in somehow! If I knew how he was doing it, I would stop him! He just waits for me to get home, he's a stalker! I can't help that!" He clutched the front of Namjoon's shirt, pouting up at him. "Please don't tell the others."

Namjoon sighed, wanting to be mad but unable to under Yoongi's pout. "Why didn't you at least tell me? We could have set a trap or something for him."

Yoongi released him and stepped back. "He's too smart for that. He's probably watching us right now, as we speak."

Namjoon held up both of his middle fingers and spun around slowly, as if posing to camera's.

Yoongi held back a giggle and walked back to his cereal, digging out another handful. He was starving. Why didn't he ever go grocery shopping? He glanced at the time. It was almost five.

"Want to get something to eat?"

Namjoon looked surprised. "You actually want to go out? In public?"

"I'm hungry," Yoongi confessed, pushing the cereal box away. "What has the team been doing all day?"

"Going over the files. Taehyung got released a few hours ago as well so he joined us." Namjoon pulled out his phone. "Is it okay if I invite them with us?"

Yoongi shrugged, tilting his head to scratch at his hair with one finger.

Namjoon dialed. "Hoseok? You guys still at the office? You are? Have you eaten yet? Yeah Yoongi is alright, he just...overslept. I know, crazy right?" He cast a look at his small boss, who was trying and failing to bite back a yawn.

"Well we're going to head somewhere to get dinner, bring the team."

Yoongi could hear Jimin all the way from across the room.

"Yoongi honey is coming out to eat with us?!"

"We'll text you the address," Namjoon said before hanging up. He eyed Yoongi. "This is rare for you."

Yoongi shrugged. "I'm just too lazy to go grocery shopping. And the team deserves a break. Thanks for not telling them anything."

"Mm."

Yoongi could tell Namjoon didn't like keeping secrets from his team members, but no good could come from letting it slip about Seokjin's nightly visits.

Namjoon grabbed the car keys. "Alright, let's go."

-

An hour later, they were seated in a secluded booth at the back of a Japanese restaurant.

Yoongi unwrapped his chopsticks and broke them apart, mumbling something to himself. He laid his head down on the table, jumped back up, and then laid it down again. He let out a weird noise, making several heads turn in their direction.

Namjoon watched him. "What's wrong with you?"

Yoongi turned his head to face him, his cheek pressing against the table and making him look like a five year old. "I'm thinking."

"Think like a normal person."

"Honey!" Jimin came running over, sliding into the seat beside Yoongi like it was the first place spot in a race. "I'm so glad you're hanging out with us! I missed you today! I can't believe you overslept, you never do that!"

"First time for everything," Yoongi patted Jimin's head, making the younger agent practically preen with pleasure.

Hoseok and Taehyung took their seats as well.

"Order whatever you want," Yoongi said. "It's all on me."

"Oh, what I want to eat is definitely on you," Jimin winked.

Namjoon pulled Yoongi back down into his seat. "Are you sure you're okay? You're acting weird. Did you know who do something to you last night?" He whispered, worried.

"I never took acting lessons, this is the best I can do." Yoongi hissed.

Namjoon was confused. "Acting? For what camera?"

"Just trust me on this, okay? I have a plan." Yoongi promised.

Before Namjoon could argue further, Jimin yanked Yoongi away, and his demeanor quickly changed from the old Yoongi as fast as it had come.

"Let's share this!" Jimin pointed excitedly to something on the menu. "It's a romantic steak dinner with wine!"

"Absolutely not," Namjoon cut in. "Yoongi cannot have any alcohol!"

"Why not?" Taehyung asked, bored.

"Yeah, why not?" Jimin pouted.

Yoongi pouted too. "Why not, Joonie?"

Namjoon hesitated, searching Yoongi's face.

Trust me, Yoongi's eyes said.

Namjoon sighed. "Because...because then I'll have to drive him home and I didn't want to." He covered up lamely.

"I'll take him home!" Jimin beamed, grabbing onto Yoongi's arm. "I don't mind at all!"

"There, problem solved." Yoongi cheered.

Namjoon watched his boss, feeling like he was watching a stranger.

Whatever you're up to, Min Yoongi, be careful.

-

Two hours later, Yoongi was drunk.

He had always been a lightweight, and never went out drinking to hide that fact.

So this is what drinking with friends is like, he thought, leaning heavily on Jimin as the younger boy led him out of the restaurant. He stumbled over a rock and fought the urge to puke. I hate it.

"You okay, honey?" Jimin asked, concerned. "You had a lot to drink."

"'M fine..." Yoongi slurred, bringing his hands up to Jimin's face, patting his cheeks.

Jimin laughed, always happy.

He helped Yoongi into the car, clicking his seatbelt into place for him before climbing into the drivers side.

Yoongi leaned his head against the cool window, trying to keep his nausea down.

"What's your address?" Jimin asked, pulling out his navigation app.

"Just take me to yours," Yoongi mumbled.

Jimin looked surprised. "Mine? Why?"

"'Ve always wan'ed to see where you lived, too," Yoongi hiccupped. He leaned forward and pressed buttons on Jimin's radio. 

Music came on, and it took Yoongi a second to realize it was Jimin singing.

Jimin was on the radio? He squinted. No, he was on a CD.

Yoongi hadn't even known Jimin sang.

Jimin's cheeks were red, his eyes focused on driving.

"You sing?" Yoongi asked, surprised.

Jimin had a habit of humming a lot whenever they were working a case, and when he was studying crime scene photos he was always bobbing his head to some song in his headphones, but Yoongi hadn't known he was a singer.

"You're really good," Yoongi said, turning it up. He leaned back in his seat, closing his eyes. He let Jimin's sweet, soft voice wash over him, calming him.

"I'm not that great," Jimin was embarrassed. "And that CD is from like, two years ago."

"It's good," Yoongi insisted. "I like it. You should let me have a copy of this."

Jimin risked a quick glance at him. "R-really?"

Yoongi nodded. "I've been having trouble sleeping lately, I think this will help me."

Jimin gasped. "Is that why you've been missing days? Honey! You should have told me! I would have brought you some medicine!"

"This is medicine for me." Yoongi pointed to the radio.

Jimin blushed, trying to hide his smile. "Well, how can I say no to my honey? I'll get you a copy tomorrow."

He pulled into a long driveway a few minutes later.

Yoongi looked up at the house. It was a three story cozy log cabin. The autumn leaves littered the driveway, and all the windows were lit up with lights.

"Is someone home?" Yoongi squinted, nearly falling out of the car as he stumbled, forgetting he was drunk for a split second.

"Careful, honey!" Jimin rushed over, helping the smaller boy stand. "And no, I just always keep the lights on when I'm gone. Makes the house look cooler in the evening." He winked.

He escorted Yoongi up the driveway and inside, where it was even grander.

Jimin walked up a long, curved staircase, holding Yoongi's hand. "I have a guest bedroom you can sleep in. It's got a fireplace and a great view, you'll like it."

"I like this one." Yoongi stopped in place and pointed at a room.

Jimin stopped and looked over his shoulder. He blushed. "Well, that's my room, honey."

"It's got a fireplace too," Yoongi walked in.

Jimin's room was large. The bed was in the middle of the room, pushed against the far wall. Two grand windows stood on either side, showing off the scenery of the woods in the backyard. A fireplace was built into the left wall.

Jimin hurried in. "Okay, you can sleep here if you want. Good thing I washed the sheets yesterday. I'll sleep in the guest room. I'll go grab an extra set of pajamas and-"

Yoongi reached out and grabbed Jimin's sleeve with two fingers.

He looked up at Jimin with big eyes and a pouty lip.

"You're not going to sleep next to me?"

Jimin's breath caught in his throat.

"I, uh, well, I wouldn't mind, I definitely wouldn't mind, but you're drunk and I wouldn't want anything to happen while you're in that kind of state-"

"How are you going to sing to me if you're in a different room?" Yoongi blinked twice.

Jimin felt heat crawling up his neck. He clasped a hand over it, hoping Yoongi hadn't seen.

"H-honey, uh, I-I'm, uh-"

Yoongi ran and leaped onto the bed, flopping onto it and bouncing a little. He quickly righted himself and sat in the middle, his hands placed in front of him and his head tilted. His hair hung in his eyes. He looked like a little kitten.

"Please, Jiminie?"

Jimin swallowed hard. He had prayed every single day since he had met Min Yoongi to have this scenario happen. But now that it finally had, Yoongi was drunk and it wasn't right.

If God was real, he was a fucking asshole.

Jimin bit his lip. "Okay, fine. I'll sleep next to you, but that's it."

Yoongi blinked innocently.

Jimin ran to the supply closet and pulled out a pair of black pajamas. He handed them to Yoongi, as well as an extra toothbrush.

The two changed and got ready for bed, Jimin helping Yoongi when the smaller boy got frustrated by his lack of hand-eye coordination.

They crawled into the large bed, Jimin pulling the white covers over Yoongi.

He reached a hand out and flicked the light switch off, throwing the room into almost darkness.

The full moon was right outside their windows, and it bathed the room softly.

Yoongi could just make out Jimin's features on the pillow beside him.

He slowly brought his hand to Jimin's cheek, caressing the smooth skin.

Jimin's eyes shot open and he faced his boss.

"Y-Yoongi-"

"Do you remember the day I first hired you?" Yoongi asked, petting Jimin's cheek softly.

Jimin smiled, clasping his hand over Yoongi's. "How could I forget? That was the best day of my life!"

"Why?"

"Because I met you," Jimin teased.

"I met you too," Yoongi reminded. "You know what first made me notice you?"

"No," Jimin sounded genuinely confused and interested. "Tell me!"

"You were being bullied."

Jimin flashed back to that day, ten years ago.

He had just arrived at the FBI headquarters, and was waiting for the superintendent outside his office for his first orders.

He was nervous but excited.

Some seasoned agents had been walking by, but stopped when they saw him.

"Oh, don't tell me this is the new recruit," one of them had exclaimed.

Jimin had looked up from the floor and faced them. "Uh, sorry?"

"What's a pretty boy like you doing in a mans job?" The agent had crossed his arms. 

"Uh, but I am a man-"

"You do realize this job involves lots of fighting? Hand to hand combat? Hard training?" Another prompted from his side. "It's not supermodel gigs and photoshoots." He flicked Jimin's hair into his face.

"Yes, I know," Jimin tried, raising his hand to fix his hair back in place. "I was at the top of my class in physical-"

"They're just hiring anyone these days." He cut him off, grumbling and shaking his head.

Someone grabbed Jimin's ass from behind, making the new agent gasp and stumble a step forward.

"Hey!"

"At least they picked someone pretty," The man smirked. "Hey pretty boy, how about you just stay in my office all day instead of hurting yourself or that beautiful face of yours, hmm? I'd love to take you home and show you how a real man operates."

Before Jimin could reply, or throw up, a voice cut into their conversation.

"What's going on here?"

Jimin turned and saw the most beautiful looking man he had ever seen in his life.

Min Yoongi walked towards them, his arms crossed and his eyes cold.

Jimin almost fainted at being in such close proximity of his hero, but quickly managed a bow, shaking.

"Agent Yoongi, it's an honor to meet you, I-"

"We're just breaking in the new recruit," One of the older agents said, interrupting Jimin.

"And since when does that require you to sexually harass him?" Yoongi's voice sounded pissed.

"Sexually harass?" The man barked out a laugh. "Nah, we weren't doing that. It was all just in good fun, right, pretty boy?"

Jimin felt sick, but he gave a short nod. "Y-yeah..."

Yoongi cast a look at Jimin. "Hey."

Jimin met his eyes.

"Don't ever let someone push you into something you don't want to do." Yoongi said softly. "Stand up for yourself."

Jimin was almost frozen. "U-Uh, yeah, yes, thank you."

"I saw your academic transcripts," Yoongi said. "Your results are impressive. Supervisor Cunningham is talking to superintendent Johnson right now about wanting you to join his team, but I think your skills would be better used with mine. Want to join-"

"Yes!" Jimin blurted out, eyes wide. "Please! Yes! I would love to!"

"Hey wait a minute," one of the agents glared, reaching a hand out to provoke Yoongi. "We're on Cunningham's team and he said we would get-"

Yoongi reacted with lightning speed- grabbing the agents hand and twisting it so hard the man let out a pained gasp and fell to one knee.

"Agent Jimin said he was going to be on my team now, and we're going to respect his wishes, right?" Yoongi raised an eyebrow.

Jimin was in shock. Yoongi was a full foot shorter than the man he was holding down, but he only needed one hand to do so.

"A-ah," the agent could only stutter.

"We're also going to respect him and not touch him again without his consent, right?" Yoongi added more pressure to his grip.

"Fuck! Ow! Yes! Okay, yes! Damnit, just let go already!" The agent wailed.

"I didn't hear a please," Yoongi cupped his free hand around his ear, leaning down to the pained man.

The man grumbled something that definitely wasn't the word Yoongi was looking for.

"I'm sorry, I think I might have misheard," Yoongi twisted the mans hand harder, and Jimin heard a popping sound.

The man screamed in pain. "Please!"

Yoongi smirked and released him.

The agent held his hand, which had turned red. He got to his feet and glared bloody murder at Yoongi, before racing away, his buddies close behind.

Jimin bowed again at Yoongi. "Thank you, I, uh, I've always looked up to you and your legacy back in training and to be on your team now is such an honor."

Yoongi looked Jimin over. "We start tomorrow. Be in the conference room bright and early. Namjoon will brief you on how we operate." He made to walk away, and Jimin quickly blurted out: "Thank you, honey!"

Yoongi stopped.

He turned and faced Jimin.

"Honey?"

"Sorry," Jimin blushed furiously. "I-It just happened..."

Yoongi nodded. "Make sure it doesn't happen again."

Jimin smirked. "But someone strong and wise once told me to never do something I don't want to do, and I want to call you honey."

Yoongi looked at him, before finally giving a nod, staring off to the side. "Fair enough."

He turned away again and started walking. He called over his shoulder, "Bright and early, Jimin!"

Jimin smiled, happiness flooding through him as he recalled that day. "You were so badass." He paused as he realized something. "Wait...were you the reason Cunninghams team got relocated to some desolate farm town in Iowa the next day?"

Yoongi made a sound, neither confirming or denying it. 

Jimin giggled, scooting closer in bed to Yoongi. "I knew you had a heart! You just don't want anyone to know you're actually a big softie, but I can see right through you, Min Yoongi!"

"Blah," Yoongi buried his face in Jimin's chest. "Shut up or you're fired."

Jimin wrapped his arms around the smaller boy, and Yoongi could hear Jimin's heart beating steadily in his chest.

"You changed my life," Jimin whispered, his voice soft.

"No, you've always been in control of your own life." Yoongi murmured.

He shuffled to look up at Jimin.

He looked beautiful in the moonlight. All his features were delicate and soft, just like his personality.

Yoongi pressed his lips softly against Jimin's neck.

Jimin let out a sound of surprise.

"H-honey-"

"You trust me, right?" Yoongi whispered. He moved under the covers so that he was leaning over Jimin.

"With my life!" Jimin answered automatically. "But what-"

"Then don't ask questions." Yoongi lowered himself on top of Jimin, letting his hands slide up under the agents shirt, feeling his toned chest.

Jimin gasped, arching his back when Yoongi's fingertips brushed against his nipples, sending a shock of pleasure through him.

"W-wait, honey," Jimin grabbed Yoongi's hands and stopped them. "You had a lot to drink, remember?"

"I remember," Yoongi hummed. He bent down and kissed along Jimin's neck, biting and sucking. He left a trail all the way up to Jimin's ear, which he blew softly against, making Jimin curl his toes.

Jimin was having an inner war with himself. He wanted so badly to give in to Yoongi's touches and kiss back, but he knew Yoongi wasn't fully himself right now.

"You'll hate me in the morning," Jimin tried not to get aroused and failed miserably.

Yoongi snapped open Jimin's shirt, sending a button flying.

"I could never hate you," Yoongi murmured, before kissing and licking down Jimin's smooth chest. He could feel Jimin's heart, and it was racing now. Yoongi smirked.

"O-okay, but, just give me a word so I know when something's okay and when it's not," Jimin panted, bringing his hands up to Yoongi's hair and helped to guide him further down.

Yoongi bit the front elastic of Jimin's boxers and slowly pulled them down with his teeth.

He considered what Jimin said and tilted his head to think, letting go of the elastic and it snapped back against Jimin's hipbones, making the boy hiss.

"Let's keep it simple. Green for yes, red for no."

Before he could go down further, Jimin suddenly flipped them over.

Yoongi made a startled sound, not used to having the rug pulled out from under him. His hands were raised up to his ears, his eyes wide.

The moonlight highlighted Jimin's smile.

"Sorry honey," Jimin leaned down to kiss Yoongi. His lips were soft and full, and the kiss was sweeter than honey. He pulled back. "But if we're going to do this, I'm going to take the lead."

"Have a few ideas in mind?" Yoongi hummed, his head still buzzing from the kiss.

"I've been dreaming about this night since the day I met you. A few doesn't even begin to cover the amount of things I want to do to you." Jimin whispered, leaning in again.

And for once, Yoongi was just fine with having someone else be in charge.