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Jimin sighed. He couldn't believe this. He knew that Yoongi was mad at him, but this? This was just that little bit too far.
"Yoongi could you please just open the door?"
"Go away," came his muffled response.
Another sigh.
Another try at opening the door.
Another failed attempt.
His palm stung and sizzled as little puffs of steam vaporised into the air. The one thing that really ticked Jimin off - the one thing that really got on his last nerve and grinded and irritated it nonstop - was that Yoongi didn't even lock the door.
Unfortunately (or fortunately, when his boyfriend isn't using his brain to put a door between them) Jimin fell for a subtle genius. An idiot, who's ideas and thoughts ran away into crazy experiments and brilliantly stupid plans. An endearing idiot who just happened to be mad (extremely mad) at him.
Min Yoongi didn't lock the front door to their apartment. Min Yoongi, the light of his life (and that little shadow of doubt that made Jimin sometimes question just why he was dating him) completely drenched the door knob to their not-locked-in-the-slightest apartment door with holy water.
Jimin cursed under his breath. It wouldn't have been so bad if Yoongi decided to pull this little stunt yesterday, when he wasn't in a rush and he was fully dressed; but Yoongi being the wonderfully awful (Jimin was leaning more towards awful at the moment) genius that he is, waited for Jimin to go have his shower, leaving him dripping water onto their threadbare welcome mat, with only a scrap of a towel (more of dishcloth really) grasped tight around his waist to maintain his last shred of modesty, while in a rush to his first class of the day.
Another absolutely lovely aspect to just worsen everything about his current situation, was that it was rush hour in the dorms. Everyone with morning classes running to and fro the shower rooms and there stood Jimin. Half naked and dripping right in the middle of their hall and positively begging Yoongi to open the door.
People were staring and more than a few people had snapped some fairly obvious photos of him. Some people even had the audacity to wolfwhistle at him.
Jimin smacked his head against the door, biting his lip in frustration (bad idea, he could already taste blood in his mouth from his fangs.)
"Yoongi please," he whined, "I'm sorry- so very very sorry but can you please open the door, I- I'll make you breakfast everyday-"
Loud laughter echoed down the hall. Jimin froze. He knew that laugh. No, oh God no it couldn't be.
It was.
"Christ Yoongi, I'll even let you do your weird ass experiments on me for your project-"
"Hey, Tae, is that Jiminnie?"
"Oh god Yoongi please, he's getting closer - I'll do anything," Jimin pleaded while frantically thumping both head and fists on the door. Every student that passed by laughing at his desperate whining and his half naked and wet state.
"Jimin my boy!"
"-Oh fucking hell Yoongi please I'll suck you off whenever you want just please open the door!"
Footsteps thundered down the hall.
"Yoongi!"
"Jimin! Oh my God I haven't seen you in ages!"
Jimin inwardly cried for his lucky stars to save his petty ass (seeing as Yoongi wasn't going to any time soon.)
"Ahh... Hoseok..." he tried and failed to be as enthusiastic, reluctantly turning around to face his worst nightmare. Yoongi was dead to him. Although, technically, he was dead to Yoongi, but metaphorically-
"Why are you half naked? Oh wow you're wet too! Your shameless, Jimin," Hoseok giggled, "So shameless!" And before Jimin knew what was happening, Hoseok was sneaking a hand down to ruffle up his tiny towel.
"Hoseok!" Both Taehyung and Jimin yelped at the same time, Taehyung reaching forward to smack Hoseok's hand away while Jimin leaped backwards into the door knob and winced in pain, because oh yeah, holy water is a thing and his boyfriend sucks ass.
(Thankfully neither of them noticed the steam rising from behind him, or his whimper of despair for the universe to just end him already.)
Hoseok raised both hands in surrender, pouting cutely (or trying to anyway) and blinking innocently. "What?"
"Unbelievable," Taehyung sighed while shaking his head, "Jimin's the shameless one, really?" he rolled his eyes and looked at Jimin, "You'd never believe he's actually straight, would you?"
Jimin was hardly paying attention, focusing mainly on clutching his towel in a death grip for his dear, dead life so no one (Hoseok in particular) could try and get a peek at his...well-
"It's not like I've never seen a dick, Tae, I've seen yours one too many times. Though it's not like you don't enjoy flashing it or anything."
"Unbelievable," Taehyung groaned, dropping Hoseok's wrist to pinch the bridge of his nose in annoyance.
Jimin kept his gaze trained on the floor, avoiding eye contact with the passing students laughing at him, and the pair right beside him, hoping they'd get the hint and leave him to wallow in his pathetic, naked misery.
"Right, well we've got class -" Jimin thanked all his lucky stars and nearly cried with relief "-so we better get going."
Jimin looked up to flash a quick smile for goodbye (maybe he looked a little bit too happy to say goodbye, but at the moment he couldn't really give a damn.)
"See ya Jimin," Taehyung waved goodbye.
"Yeah, see you later Jiminnie!" Hoseok chirped.
Jimin grimaced. He sure as hell hoped not.
He turned back to the door, ready to continue his begging and banging when an incredibly loud, incredibly painful smack echoed throughout the hall that caused multiple heads to physically turn around and see what it was.
It was only when the raucous laughter and the burning sting registered in his brain that Hoseok had spanked him. Hoseok had slapped his ass while he stood still wet and dripping and still half naked outside of his unlocked apartment door in the hallway in front of everyone.
If Jimin wasn't already dead, he sure as hell wished he was at that moment.
The hallway seemed to pause for a moment, just a brief silence, that soon erupted into hysterical laughter and all Jimin could do was stare in shock as Hoseok skipped happily away, dragging a mortified Taehyung behind him who was mouthing apology after apology at him.
It was then, and only then, that a quiet little 'click' caught his attention. A quiet little click that suspiciously sounded very similar to their apartment door opening.
Jimin whipped back around to the door, cheeks and neck positively burning from blushing embarrassment, to find the door just a smidge bit ajar. He rose a hesitant hand to lightly push the door, jaw dropping when it creaked on its ancient hinges and slowly swung fully open.
He was met with Yoongi lounging on the couch in the same position he had left him in. Headphones wrapped snug around his neck and laptop perched on his stomach.
"Min Yoongi..." Jimin breathed out, at a complete and utter loss for words.
Yoongi glanced over at him, raising an eyebrow at the half naked Jimin standing exasperated in the doorway, as if he didn't know what he did.
"So..." Yoongi smirked, "What was that about you sucking me off?"