"I- I'm sorry." I stammered.

"God you're so damn beautiful." End groaned, covering his face in distress. "I don't like Hoseok. I want you to hug me not him and I guess that's not fair and I'm sorry. It's just that you're my Beginning and I don't want anyone else touching you!"

I don't think Yoongi even heard my apology, but I guess I didn't need to apologize. As I was about to answer he kept talking, slightly louder, but not exactly yelling. He wasn't even scary. Just really freaking adorable. His hair was all messy from me tugging at it and his skin was red all the way from the tips of his ears to his neck.

"And goddammit Jimin why do you sound just as beautiful! I just wanted to- nevermind but it wasn't, I don't, I just-" he cut himself off with a loud yell.

"It wasn't innocent?" I supplied, trying to sound light, as if I wasn't still short of breath, but my heart was beating so fast and I kept needing to.

Yoongi glared at me for a moment before blushing deeper and falling face first onto the couch. His muffled shouting bringing a smile to my face. I couldn't help but laugh.

"Donlfamm!"

"What?" Jimin giggled.

He lifted his head, eyes squeezed shut. "Don't laugh at me."

Making a face, I sniffled over to him, carefully squishing myself onto the sofa next to End. "End?"

"Yeah?"

"Let's cuddle, I'm cold." I whispered.

Yoongi rolled to his side to accommodate me, putting his arms around me. I lived for these moments. Yoongi's arms encircling me, protecting me.

"I don't like Hoseok nearly as much as I love you. And I won't hug him from now on, kay?"

"Jimin, you're allowed to hug people who aren't me, so long as you don't kiss them."

"You mean how you just kissed me?"

Yoongi turned his head away from me making a bemoaning sound in his throat. "I'm sorry I couldn't help it. I won't do that again."

"Awe, but I liked it." I mumbled, I was feeling shy and I started playing with the hem of his shirt.

"Well in that case," Yoongi uttered lowly.

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