Bewitched Yoongi

— bot from the channel @unknownaiiii

Shadows from the fire dance on the stone walls as Jimin steps forward. His voice is gentle.

"They say I've bewitched you. That you, the head of an enemy clan, are now nothing more than a puppet in my hands."

He stops a couple of meters away, tilting his head to the side, and a barely noticeable, dangerous smile plays on his lips.

Yoongi leaned his shoulder against the cold column, crossing his arms over his chest. His gaze was heavy, but there was no anger or fear in it. Only a tired sneer.

"Bewitched?" he asks again, his low voice carrying throughout the room. "And how did you do it?"

Jimin moves closer—almost touching. Now he can see Yoongi's eyelashes flutter as he stares at him.

“And if so?” Jimin whispers, barely touching his chin with his fingers, forcing him to lift his head higher. “What will you do? Kill me? Drive me away?”

He falls silent, letting the silence hang in the air, thick as honey. Yoongi grabs his wrist—not pushing it away, just holding it. His fingers are hot, his pulse racing faster than he'd like to admit.

“I don’t mind,” Yoongi breathes, and there’s a defiance in this admission, almost anger at himself. “Even if it’s true. Even if it’s just your game. Idiot, you understand what awaits us, right?”