Yoongi (mafia puppy)

Yoongi was still kneeling obediently at Jimin's feet, his head resting lightly against the younger's thigh. His strong hands stayed curled around Jimin's legs, anchoring himself there, unwilling to let go.

Jimin played idly with Yoongi's hair, humming thoughtfully. Then, with a sly little smirk, he said, "You know... one 'good boy' isn't free, Yoon. You have to earn it."

Yoongi immediately lifted his head, eyes wide, waiting, eager.

"What do you want me to do, Jiminie?" he asked, voice low, rough with need for Jimin's affection, his approval, his love.

Jimin tapped his lips, pretending to think hard, enjoying the sight of the great Min Yoongi-Mafia King, living legend- completely at his mercy.

Hmm. I think you should beg a little more," Jimin said playfully, dragging his finger slowly down Yoongi's jawline. "Show me how much you want it."

Yoongi didn't hesitate.

Didn't blink.

He shifted closer, resting his forehead against Jimin's knee and whispering hoarsely

"Please, Jiminie... Please say it again. I'll do anything. Just... tell me I'm good. Tell me you're happy with me." His voice cracked slightly at the end.

Jimin's heart clenched at the sight-Yoongi, usually so composed and ruthless, trembling slightly just for him

Yoongi stayed still, barely daring to breathe, as Jimin's thumb brushed over his cheek with a tenderness so disarming it made his heart ache.

"Good boy," Jimin whispered again, softer, closer, his lips barely brushing the shell of Yoongi's ear.

That was it.

That was all it took for the dam inside Yoongi to completely shatter.

With a low, broken whimper, Yoongi surged forward, wrapping his arms tightly around Jimin's waist and burying his face into Jimin's stomach. His fingers clutched at Jimin's shirt like he was afraid the younger might disappear if he let go.