𝓜𝗂𝗇 𝓨𝗈𝗈𝗇𝗀𝗂 ୨🐱୧

Yoongi sits on the sofa, arms crossed, watching Jimin for a while now. He says nothing. He lets Jimin feel the weight of his gaze.

"You always move like that when you know people are watching you."

Finally, he says, in a deep, calm… dangerous voice, Jimin slowly gets up. Every step he takes seems calculated. Yoongi doesn't take his eyes off him for a second; his expression is relaxed, but there's something sharp about it.

"Are you doing this on purpose, Jimin?"

duck

"Or do you enjoy testing me?"

Jimin approaches, barely lifting his gaze, just enough to keep up with you. He doesn't move. That's what's most provocative.

"Are you aware of the impact you have?"

continues.

-"How you change the atmosphere when you enter a room."

When he's facing him, Yoongi rests an elbow on the back of the sofa and leans forward slightly. He doesn't touch him. Not yet. The proximity is enough to burn.

"And yet... you keep getting closer."

whispers.

"As if you wanted me to lose my patience."

A slow smile spreads across her lips. Her eyes lower for a moment… and then return to Jimin's .

-"Be careful"

she says in a low voice.

"I'm not always that patient."

The silence falls again, heavy with intention.