My Oh My - Camila Cabello (ft. DaBaby)

Note: I didn't expect for this song to go so well with this story ._.

Yeosang is watching tv.

There's nothing much really to do besides that actually. He's done with all of his homework, now just waiting for Joshua to come back from his class so they can study for a test tomorrow, probably not catch on any sleep for the sake of studying and getting good grades.

Besides, Jimin isn't exactly a suitable form of company since he practically sprinted to his room after a while of unable to handle Yeosang's stare.

Good, Yeosang doesn't really want to deal with him either way.

After his little attempt at trying to seem like he has authority over him, Yeosang is fighting against his urges to beat someone to the death right now.

When he left the school, he ended up going to the gym near his apartment for a while to beat up a punching bag in hopes to ease his bubbling anger. He tried so hard to imagine the bag as a person but it wasn't working. It's not the same punching a bag of sand than punching a human body that reacts. Out of pure frustration he punched the bag right off the hinges, and that still didn't feel satisfying enough.

Maybe he can call Taehyung later to let him handle a traitor in their cells. Of course Jeongguk has many traitors and has them caged up like animals in their individual cell until their time comes to die.

Yeosang needs to see blood, hear the cracking of bones by a punch and the feel the pulses of another human pounding against his fingertips as he yanks their life away when he yanks their head off. He's no serial killer looking for trouble, no he isn't, so that's why it's preferable to do it this way where he can kill those who deserve it for pissing his family off.

Now he needs to find a way to control his anger without wanting to kill, even if that's all he truly knows.

After a while of just sitting there, Yeosang is growing pretty relentless to the silence and the television is not helping the slightest bit. So he gets up and goes to the window, creaking it open slightly to take out his cigarette and light it up.

The second he exhales the nicotine from his body through his parted lips, he feels himself relax down slightly. It's almost like a dirty habit weighing out another dirty habit. Both not exact going hand in hand or the safest for his health, but at least smoking calms down these thrill urges for now as he relaxes his annoyance.

He's not use to this. Yeosang has been trained and molded to demand for respect. If no one respects him, he kills them all. Almost like a killing machine, only activated when someone presses his buttons. Obviously Yeosang has to learn to control himself, just for the sake of enemies not finding him or the cops.

This is going to be so hard.

"The fuck are you doing?! Smoking in my own fucking dorm now?!"

And it's because of him that it's going to be so damn hard.

Yeosang practically inhales a mouth full of the cigarette to the way his boiling aggravation sky rocketed in seconds, exhaling it out the window with eyes closed. Jimin always manages to piss him off someway somehow. It's almost as though he knows he does and it fucks Yeosang over because no matter how hard he tries to control himself, he feels like he's seconds away from exploding his patience away.

Oh how badly Yeosang is trying to keep ahold of his sanity right now.

"Hey! I'm talking to you-"

Yeosang snarls his eyes to Jimin, almost like a fire blazing with gasoline. Jimin stands there by the hall where the bedrooms are, and he doesn't seem the least bit shaken by Yeosang's vicious glare.

Adapted quick and fighting against it, interesting.

"There's not exactly too many things for me to do to not feel annoyed right now, isn't there?" Yeosang bitterly snaps, rubbing the bud of the cigarette to the frame and throwing it out the window before closing it shut along with the curtains.

Jimin scowls annoyedly, arms crossed with eyes narrow in a hideous sneer, "Then leave! You don't have to be here!"

Yeosang is gripping his hair now, that boiling irritation by now bursting to Jimin's demand to his already feverish rage.

Can he stop telling me what to fucking do!

It's so-

Fuck!

By now Yeosang is reaching his limit, and his vision is blinded by red. He didn't even feel himself practically storming towards Jimin, who slightly steps back but bumps with the corner of the hallway that prevented him from going nowhere else. He's not shaking like before and he's keeping his head high, but the way his eyes screamed in panic is not so easily hidden as Yeosang grabs a fist full of his dirty blonde hair and pins it back against the corner of the wall.

Jimin evidently flinches to the wall digging his skull but Yeosang only remains unbothered, unfazed with his demonic dark eyes glaring at the other male.

"You piss me off," Yeosang growls ever syllable in a very calm tone, gripping Jimin's strands of hair tighter through his fingers that made the other yelp to the pain on his skull, "I swear Jimin if you don't leave me alone I can't promise you that you will even be standing in the near future, since your legs will be fucking broken by my bare hands."

Now Jimin is shaking.

He's shaking so badly that even his organs is rattling in his body. Yeosang can feel it in the way Jimin's breath unevenly exhales past his plump lips, how his pupils dilated, maybe even how a whimper manages to come out of his throat that he's completely and utterly afraid.

Yet somehow....... He's not quivering or tearing up as Yeosang usually gets as a reaction.

Jimin stands firmly, not a single shimmer of fear caressing his facial expression despite the fact all the signs are there.

This is specifically what Yeosang finds equally intriguing and annoying.

Jimin never nudges or backs down.

He's not a weak bitch.

What an irritating little fucker.

"As I said before, I'm not scared of you," Jimin mutters through his teeth, his eyes growing narrow in an act of intimidation, "You should be the one scared of me, spawn."

Suddenly Yeosang's breath hitches when he felt something on his abdomen, almost like a feather caressing his stomach.

He's touching him.

Jimin's hand is touching him.

He took advantage of their close proximity to his own advantage, to what he's good at.

Seducing.

It was as though Jimin was attempting to cast awake the flutters that would strike at the pit and inside his lower abdomen, slowly moving his fingertips to the center of his chest from over his shirt.

By now there's no words Yeosang can say to describe what it is that his body felt, but he felt that familiar quench to his stomach twisting as Jimin gently continues to move his roaming hands on his chest; slowly and lingering touches.

Jimin is not known as the Prince of Sins for now reason. Maybe he did learn a thing or two about sex, and that's weak points.

Or the sweet points.

He knows exactly where to touch, where to add more pressure, where to linger his fingers just to get any man or woman to feel that arousal desire for more.

He knows actually how to mind fuck with one's head, and Yeosang was definitely not prepared for this type of attack.

By the time Jimin reaches his neck, Yeosang grip on Jimin's hair was loosening and his legs are shaking with stiffness. Jimin didn't move away or attempt to push the other off, only his hand did the moving with his touch somehow so soft against Yeosang's skin. It feels as though being caressed by such a soft texture that Yeosang can't even feel the lines of his fingerprints.

Jimin's skin is so soft.

What the fuck, it was like he was born to do this.

"You think you are all strong and can have the upper hand whenever the fuck you want, but you don't know me," Jimin purrs with eyes pouring that sprinkle of tenderness, almost as though he's luring the other to his trance, "You don't know what I can do, so I suggest be careful. I know how to play the game too, maybe even better."

Yeosang's heart is racing in his chest now and his hand is clamping up so badly. He is fighting against himself now but having Jimin gently stroke a thumb on his neck, right where his weak spot is, is not helping him the slightest bit.

And that rage. That feverish anger transformed to an undeniable and rabid hunger of lust.

No no! He has to get a grip of him!

He is shaking his head now to stop himself from losing control, but Jimin trails his hand back down his chest and abdomen and hooks both of his index fingers to his the loop of his belt and yanks him forward.

Pressing him against Jimin's body.

Yeosang growls under his breath and moves his rough hand to grip Jimin's jaw with fingers pinching his cheeks, keeping his head pinned back against the corner of the wall.

This made Jimin chuckle, "I know you want to," He taunts seductively, keeping his grip firm on Yeosang's waistband of his pants, "Let me help you loosen up your belt, hm? Maybe you can use it on me for being a little bad."

Oh he's good.

He's very good at the art of seduction, and it's fucking working. Now all Yeosang can imagine is tying his belt around Jimin's porcelain neck like a collar, yanking it hard as he-

No no!

He's getting to his head!

How the fuck does he do that?!

"I won't give in so easily," Yeosang heaves through his accelerating pulses, "You're too good at this, but I'm good at resisting."

"Then why are you still on me sweetie?"

Yeosang's skin is crawling in heat, the knot in his throat growing and suddenly he was unable to help the way his eyes glances down to Jimin's soft looking lips. He can smell the strawberry chapstick he probably used from here and that riled Yeosang up so incredibly bad.

He can't even fucking move.

His control is losing its grip badly.

Jimin draws one of his hands from between them and clasps it behind Yeosang's neck, the tips of his fingers grazing his brunette hair as his eyes heavily focused on his pink lips.

And the grip was officially gone when Jimin hungrily bites down his own bottom lip just by staring at Yeosang's mouth, the flickering desire now growing like flames in his eyes as he snaps to meet Yeosang's hungering orbs.

And he yanks him by the neck towards him, Yeosang's hand going from Jimin's jaw to his cheek as he prepares himself-

Footsteps.

Yeosang heard footsteps outside the front door.

Seems like Jimin heard it too because they both paused, right when their lips were centimeters apart.

Seems like their time is up.

Click.

Yeosang practically pushes himself off Jimin, sending him a last glare as all traces of that trance they were in is gone. Completely and utterly gone into nothing, and so he goes to the kitchen right when the door opens.

Jimin is still pinned to the wall, unable to move, eyes wide and his breath nearly panting to the tension that happened a few seconds ago, but that instantly snaps when Joshua's hollers rings the dorm when he steps inside.

"I finally finished my ceramic class and had a good make out session, I'm ready to study now!" The gleaming male announces as he skips to the living room, clearly not noticing the tension in the air by his overwhelming bubbly aura.

Yeosang was gaining his composure in seconds while being at the kitchen, looking as though he was in search for food. After a few moments he turns to look at Joshua, who's sitting on the couch with glasses on, a giddily smile on his lips as he takes out his stuff.

With Jimin no where to be in sight.

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A/N:
Okay so....... Building up the tension is actually so much more amusing to write than going directly into it.

It's like you're screaming at the phone saying 'YESSSS GO FOR IT! GOOOO NOWWWW!' But then it doesn't happen so you're just like flipping table and everything in sight.

But that means when the time arrives, it's about to be really fun!

Yay!

Let's get it!

I PURPLE YOU! <33