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yoongi stood on the tips of his toes, trying to reach the highest shelf on the wall. he groaned as his arms ached at the stretch.
"fuck," he mumbled to himself, stretching his arm the furthest he could when he felt a small warmth on his back and a hand grabbing the box of cookies smoothly.
the pale boy crossed his arms and pouted. he turned around and wasn't surprised as his eyes focused on his hyung.
"were you trying to reach this, kitten?" the youngest could only roll his eyes at hearing the stupid word.
"seokjin hyung," yoongi grumbled making the pink-haired man smile softly "i told you to stop calling me that"
seokjin chuckled under his breath, the corners of his eyes crinkling. he stretched his arm toward the smaller man, offering the box.
"you know i won't listen, right, yoongi-chi?" yoongi did know.
yoongi sighed and carelessly opened the box, sitting on the kitchen counter. his hyung's presence made him feel small but the older man was nothing but kind and warm.
jin walked slowly to the youngest and when he stood right in front of him, yoongi raised his head, showing the small cookies threatening to leave his mouth.
the tallest couldn't hold in his wild laughter at seeing such a cute expression on his dongsaeng.
he put each of his hands on yoongi's thighs and squeezed. yoongi gave a small jump at the touch and swallowed the sweetness that remained in his mouth. seokjin opened his legs enough for him to fit between them. yoongi's mouth was opened in a small o and seokjin smiled fondly.
"you're my baby, right, yoongi-chi?" he said as his hands smoothed over the shorter's sides. yoongi licked his top lip with the tip of his tongue, his eyes small and calculating. a small smile spreading over his lips. seokjin saw the small glint in his dark eyes and the almost smug look on his face. it left as soon as it came.
"hyung," yoongi whined softly and seokjin could only inhale at his deep voice. the corner of yoongi's lip was raised slightly. the small reaction only indulged him to continue. yoongi wrapped his leg around one of his hyung's and an arm around his neck. he pouted his pink lips and leaned closer to the older's ear.
"but i'm yours, right, hyung?" seokjin put a hand on top of yoongi's head, grinning sweetly. even though his smile was sweet and pretty, his eyes betrayed it completely. they were dark and maybe even a little condescending. jin pulled on some of the strands on his hair, yoongi's act disappearing as he gasped quietly. his smile widened at how fast the boy got flustered.
"god, yoonie, you're adorable" he played with the black strands. yoongi's lip were in a small smile. he rolled his eyes, disbelieving.
"hyung, you're just saying that" he moved his legs up and down, his hands over his hyung's shoulders. to anyone else, yoongi might've looked normal, maybe playful, but seokjin felt his heart being squeezed painfully and he cupped one of yoongi's soft cheeks. yoongi automatically leaned into the touch, looking at the man in front of him with glistening eyes.
"you can call me dumb, or ridiculous, or dramatic, but, i'll always think you're handsome, and pretty, and cute. you do everything beautifully and it's difficult for hyung to control himself." yoongi laughed shyly. his smile making seokjin feel soft and so in love.
"hyung, you don't have to control yourself" yoongi slurred his words, his raspy voice nice and soothing.
seokjin's lips stretched over a smile, his thumb rubbing over yoongi's cheekbone gently. as if he were touching a porcelain doll. he kinda was. the tallest got closer, and closer, and closer, until he could feel yoongi's sweet breath over his cheeks, until he could feel his small lips on his bigger ones. yoongi felt his tummy become fuzzy.
seokjin left small pecks around yoongi's lips, and the latter laughed at the affection. seokjin covered his face in kisses. over his nose, his cheeks, his forehead, his eyelids, his jaw, and finally, a small kiss on his lips. the oldest took in yoongi's grin.
his eyes were fond and so, so full of love seokjin felt the happiest and luckiest man. no matter how much yoongi denied it, he'd always want to be pampered and taken care of by his hyung.
yoongi; his dongsaeng, his best friend, his baby.
yoongi got closer and murmured quietly, "hyung, don't ever leave me"
"i won't" seokjin replied just as quietly.
and somehow, yoongi knew deep in his heart. his hyung wasn't lying.