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Their night off started like most others. The band had a day off in between pre-records and what have you. Yoongi and Jimin almost always spent those days, more often the nights, appreciating each other’s company.
That particular night, Yoongi felt extra sassy. He wasn’t normally the flirtatious, dominant type; that was more suited to Jimin’s personality. On the times he was, however, he took great pleasure in making Jimin flustered.
They were tangled together on their shared hotel bed, cuddling and exchanging kisses in between their lazy conversations. When Jimin relaxed his hold on Yoongi a bit, the mahogany haired elder took his shot.
Yoongi flipped Jimin over completely and straddled his waist, the ash blonde’s back fully flush with the mattress. Yoongi peered down at Jimin through his hair, a cat like grin soon settling on his face. He took hold of Jimin’s wrists and pinned them down beside his head. The youth looked up in slight shock, but immediately eased into the elder’s game.
“Feelin’ a bit bold are we Hyung?” Jimin purred, Yoongi only mumbled in response, not as confident in his voice as he was his actions. Yoongi had always been a man of ‘actions speak louder than words.
The scarlet haired man dipped his head down, bringing his lips to meet Jimin’s. The kiss was fairly slow, languid even. It didn’t last long though, it usually never did. Their kiss gradually turned sloppy and desperate. Somewhere in the mix, Yoongi let out little whines and whimpers of pleasure. He continued to shift himself up closer to Jimin’s face, wanting to be as close to the younger as possibly. It also served as a little bit of much need friction.
Jimin grabbed at Yoongi’s lithe hips, harshly squeezing and rubbing the tension of their long work days out. Yoongi responded to this with even more little noises, making Jimin giggle and interrupt their flow. Yoongi pulled away and huffed in embarrassment, nuzzling his face into the crook of the blonde’s neck. There, he peppered kisses and occasionally, licked or sucked on the supple skin.
Jimin groaned, doing his best to stay still. He knew his he moved, Yoongi would reprimand him or change things up on him again. Yoongi didn’t do it to be mean, it was more because he would get shy about the action, or he would be secretly worrying that Jimin didn’t like what he was doing. When in reality there wasn’t anything Yoongi could do that Jimin wouldn’t adore.
Jimin’s hand slyly made their way to Yoongi’s thighs, one of Jimin’s favorite places and one of Yoongi’s most sensitive. The blonde gently pinched and pulled at the skin, hidden by oversized sweats. Yoongi let out an unexpected, broken sounding moan. The merlot haired man tried to curl into himself, attempting to hide though he knew it would do him no good.
“Such a pretty boy, aren’t you Hyung,” Jimin rasped, “So pretty, just for me, yeah?”
Yoongi nodded and gasped as Jimin jerked his legs farther up his strong frame.
“Words Hyung, I wanna hear your voice.”
“Y-yes, I am…” Yoongi stuttered, becoming soft all over.
“Yes what?” Jimin pressed, he enjoyed hearing Yoongi repeat him. He hoped that if his Hyung reiterated what he would say to him, then maybe one day he’d believe it.
“I-I’m pretty just for you, only y-you Jimin’ah” Yoongi sputtered, a light pink shade taking over his cheeks. Jimin hummed in satisfaction.
Yoongi shook his bashfulness away and re-pinned Jimin’s arms to the bed. He wasn’t going to lose that easy, he was going to be the top tonight, take care of his Dongsaeng.
“Hyung’s going to take care of you Jiminie,” Yoongi drawled, shifting his body so he had a knee in between the blonde’s legs. Jimin squeaked and squirmed at the contact. Yoongi smirked, happy with the effect he had.
He win was short lived though. Before the elder knew it, Jimin had flipped them over. The force with which it happened was intense, so much so, it made the bed bounce. Yoongi was wide eyed in shock at the change, not fully registering what happened.
Jimin was about to open his mouth to say something that should stay solely between the sheets, if it weren’t for Yoongi’s soft giggles cutting him short. The dancer looked down at Yoongi in confusion, eyebrow quirked.
The giggles continued, they got progressively more aggressive as Yoongi shook underneath Jimin, trying desperately to contain his laughter.
“W-What’s so funny?” Jimin inquired, The crimson haired man’s chortle soon subsided and he answered,
“I-It’s just, t-the--” Yoongi broke out into another silent chuckle and tried to continue where he left off, “The bed, it-it made the squeaky sound.”
Jimin was still puzzled as Yoongi began to laugh again. The elder started to rock the bed to the best of his ability, given his position, in an attempt to recreate the sound. He was successful, small chirr, that sounded much like the squeaky hammers they both loved to use on set for BTS Run, erupted from the bed.
Once Jimin heard it, he started to snicker as well. The blonde’s habit of collapsing on people while he laughs, got the better of him. Jimin flopped a top of Yoongi and did his best to calm his cackling down. The elder wrapped his arms around the youth and hugged him as he mumbled in between giggles, something about the editors hiding in their room.
They continued to joke and laugh about the situation, before they slowly drifted off, holding each other close.