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The trouble, Yoongi thinks, with going up against his arch nemesis, is that most of the time, he kind of wants to bone the guy.
Not that anyone would blame him. Minus the whole villain thing, the nemesis in question is really fucking hot.
At this very moment, Yoongi’s in a decrepit, dimly lit warehouse. He’d shown up alone, been knocked out the second he stepped inside and had woken up bound to a rickety chair that creaks every time he so much as breathes. More importantly, he’s got Park Jimin straddling him. Sure, he’s also got a knife to his throat, but honestly, it’s a little hard to concentrate on that when Jimin’s smirking at him and wriggling his ass like that.
He’s really not sure how they got here.
“So, Yoonie? What’s it gonna be? Death or dismemberment?” Jimin’s lips are at his ear and the hand that’s not pressing a knife beneath his jaw is gripping his collar.
“Can you not call me that? It really doesn’t go with the aesthetic.” Yoongi can feel his migraine growing. Actually, he thinks, shifting in his seat a little, that’s not the only thing that’s growing.
Jimin pouts cutely and presses the knife in a little harder. “I think it suits you, kitten” he giggles. “It’s so nice of you to come running every time I’m up to something nefarious. It’s such a shame you keep trying to foil my evil plots, y’know? It’d be so much nicer if you’d just-” he rolls his hips lazily and yoongi hisses sharply under his breath- “loosen up a little”.
Here’s what Yoongi knows. Park Jimin’s going to be the death of him. And it won’t be because the guy’s finally going to stop playing with him like a predator toying with dinner and gut him. It won’t even be because he’s got the hots for one of Satan’s demons (what else could Park Jimin be, honestly?) and has no sense of self-preservation. Nope. Yoongi’s going to die because ever since Park Jimin popped up, he hasn’t had a single day of peace.
Last month, Park Jimin showed up out of the blue outside the Association of Super Specimens (or A.S.S., as Yoongi’s best friend Hoseok likes to call it, despite Yoongi repeatedly threatening him bodily harm), sat down on the steps and caused a city wide power black- out.
No one would have known it was him unless he’d proceeded to waltz through the building’s doors, security now disabled, and dropped off a note at the reception desk before literally disappearing in front of the receptionist’s eyes.
“Hello,” the note had read, “I’m Park Jimin. I caused the black-out. And I’m going to rob the bank on 8th street next Friday, so, send the cute firestarter after me if you want to stop me.I’m very evil, I like committing crime, etc. Kisses!”
Neither headquarters nor Yoongi knew why Park Jimin had asked for him. The Association was just ten ‘Gifteds’ and Yoongi was the only firestarter. Joon had read the note, raised his eyebrows at the word “cute” and had promptly burst into laughter.
Yoongi had thrown a pen-stand at him.
He turned up at the bank on 8th street the following Friday, watched Park Jimin appear out of thin air, lollipop between his lips, and had nearly choked on his spit. See, Jimin, with his pink hair and leather pants, was...just a tad distracting. Sure, fighting crime was Yoongi’s top priority, but he was also very, very gay.
And Park Jimin was his exact type.
Till, of course, he knocked out half a dozen agents, fried the bank’s systems and shut down the power in half the city. Yoongi hadn’t even managed to get within five feet of him before the boy had winked at him and disappeared.
Over the next month, Jimin continued to send flirtatious little notes, inviting Yoongi to his next big heist, and disappearing every single time before he could be caught or before he actually did much beyond causing general chaos. And for some reason, he wouldn’t show unless he had Yoongi waiting for him.
Yoongi thought he was a pain in the ass and was beyond exasperated. He had no idea what game the boy was playing and he’d never actually given him a reason to use his Gift on him. And every once in a while, Park Jimin would get a little bolder than Yoongi was prepared for.
Like right now.
“Y’know, Park, sometimes I think you want me to foil your plans.”
Jimin lowers the knife and draws back, raising a single pierced eyebrow. He’s not smirking anymore. Actually, if Yoongi didn’t know better, he’d think Park Jimin looked...nervous.
“Oh? And why is that, kitten?” Jimin’s hand tightens just a smidge on his collar.
“Because, sunshine”, Yoongi grins, “You make it too easy.”
And suddenly, the ropes fall away, and Jimin barely has time to react before Yoongi winds an arm around his waist and pulls him right up against his chest. Which, okay, really doesn’t help the situation in his pants, but Yoongi thinks Park Jimin ought to be paid back in his own coin once in a while. And he may be a superhero, but he’s really not above playing dirty.
There’s barely any space between their lips now, and the cold metal of Yoongi’s gun is pressed against Jimin’s throat. The boy goes impossibly still, eyes blown wide, lips parted and- wait. Is...is Park Jimin blushing?
Huh.
“You wanna tell me what you’re playing at here, pretty? Tying up a firestarter with rope seems a little lazy, if you ask me. You mind dropping the knife and putting your arms behind your back for me?”
Jimin watches Yoongi with an unreadable expression on his face before he slowly does as he’s told. Yoongi adjusts his grip around Jimin so he’s got his arm secured around both of Jimin’s.
“You didn’t seem to mind the rope, seeing as you’ve been sitting here and letting me grind on you for the past fifteen minutes.” Jimin smiles beatifically ( Yoongi’s definitely not affected at that) and shrugs. “Thought you’d look nice tied up.” He cocks his head and drops his eyes to Yoongi’s mouth.
Yoongi’s...really confused. And aroused.
He narrows his eyes and trails the gun up Jimin’s throat, watching the boy’s eyes flutter shut at the movement, and rests it gently against his jaw, before tilting his head back with the gun a little more roughly than he meant to. And Jimin-
Jimin moans.
Okay, what the fuck.
Yoongi’s getting kind of dizzy because he’s pretty sure he isn’t supposed to be actively enjoying sitting here, with his nemesis straddling him and moaning into his ear, and fuck, Yoongi really needs to focus because he cannot fuck up another chance to nab this criminal thorn in his side and-
“Dude,did you just moan?”
He really wants to slap himself now.
Jimin’s head is still tilted back. He looks at Yoongi through his eyelashes and huffs out a laugh. Yoongi lowers his gun, but keeps it pressed beneath the boy’s ribs. And Jimin looks him straight in the eye, licks his lips (not that that affects Yoongi. At all.) and says:
“Harder, daddy.”
Yeah, Yoongi’s gonna shoot this fucker.
“Hilarious. Okay, up you get, I’m taking you to headquarters and maybe you can finally stop annoying the living fuck out of me, yeah?” Yoongi’s honestly really tired and really horny and he’s had enough of Park Jimin messing with his head.
Jimin does not move an inch. “Kitten,” he pouts, “We were just starting to have fun. You looked so good all tied up. And-” he grinds down sharply and Yoongi’s hands automatically tighten their hold- “you’re cute when you’re all riled up.”
“Jesus, Park, just tell me what’s going on here, okay?”
“Yoongi. Yoongi hyung. You’re so dense!” Jimin disappears from Yoongi’s arms and reappears a few feet away. His face is flushed and he looks embarrassed.
Yoongi raises an eyebrow. “Who said you could call me hyung?”
“That’s not the point, damn it! I’ve been trying to flirt with you for months!”
“I- what?”
Jimin’s scowls and stamps a foot in exasperation. “You see? You’re so dense! I’ve been leaving you little notes and bothering the city so you’ll pay me attention. Remember the fiasco at Kim Towers? I had all these little booby traps set for you because I thought you’d enjoy them. I just wanted you to have a nice time! You’re always off fighting those scary villains and you get hurt a lot and it must be really stressful, so I thought I’d keep you occupied and safe! I just wanted to do something nice for you!”
Yoongi gapes at Jimin and slowly rises to his feet.
The other boy is breathing hard, cheeks stained red and tiny hands balled into fists. Suddenly, Jimin deflates and shrinks in on himself. He looks impossibly small. He takes a breath, pushes his hair back and refuses to look Yoongi in the eye.
Yoongi takes a step forward. “Jimin, “ he says softly, “Were you...do you have a crush on me?”
Jimin scowls before nodding, almost imperceptibly. Yoongi can feel embarrassment coming off the younger in waves. Yoongi’s a little less confused and a lot more endeared now. “Sunshine,” he says, “You could have just asked me out, y’know?”
Jimin snorts at that. “Yeah, right. Like you’re just sitting around in coffee shops, huh? You barely spare anyone a glance. All you do is fight really scary villains and get hurt. You have no sense of self-preservation! So, I thought, if I pretended to be a villain, I’d get to flirt with you because you’d actually notice me, and you’d stay safe because I’d be keeping you away from the bad guys who would hurt you.”
Yoongi’s trying really hard not to laugh. “Hey. Park. Ask me out.”
“W-What?” Jimin’s looks at him with wide eyes.
“Ask me out.”
“Um. Okay. Yoongi. Hyung. Yoongi hyung, will- will you go out, um, with me?” Jimin ducks his head down.
Yoongi reaches out and ruffles his hair. Stepping close, he cups Jimin’s cheeks and leans forward to gently press their lips together. Drawing back, he smiles and says, “Sure, Jiminie. Maybe you could stop bothering the city and pretending to be a villain now? I do have an actual job to do, you know?”
“But you’ll be in danger.” Jimin’s voice comes out muffled because Yoongi’s squishing his cheeks now. He can’t help it, he’s been wanting to do that for ages.
“I’ll be fine. In fact, I think I’ll be extra careful since I’ve got to take you out on dates now.”
“Can we go on one now? Because this warehouse is supposed to blow up in about two minutes.”
“Jimin, what the fuck?”
“I’m sorry! This warehouse is supposed to be demolished anyway and I was going to teleport you out of here before anything happened! I had to do something villainous and arson seemed like the best option!”
Yoongi sighs and shakes his head. “Get us out of here, you idiot, so we can go make out somewhere in peace.”
“Yup. On it. Are you going to arrest me, though? Wait, do you have handcuffs with you? Can we use-”
“JIMIN”
“Right, okay, not the time. Let’s go get some coffee, pretty hyung.”