YoU ArE OnLy MiNe || YOONMIN~FF ?

? Part - 44 ?

The soft hum of Yoongi’s laptop filled the dimly lit bedroom, the glow from the screen casting shadows on his sharp features. His fingers moved swiftly over the keyboard, completely absorbed in his work.

Jimin stepped out of the bathroom, rubbing his damp hair with a towel. His gaze immediately landed on his husband, still glued to his laptop. A deep sigh left his lips as he crossed his arms.

"Mr. Min Yoongi, also known as Suga, the esteemed mafia figure," Jimin drawled, his tone dripping with sass. "Do you happen to forget that you have an attractive and captivating husband?"

Yoongi hummed in acknowledgment but didn’t lift his eyes from the screen.

Jimin narrowed his eyes. Oh? He wants to play this game?

With an exaggerated hair flip, he strutted closer. "Mr. Min fuckin' Yoongi! Are you suddenly incapable of hearing, or is this a deliberate act of ignorance?"

Still no proper reaction. Yoongi simply clicked on the next file, muttering, "Baby, I can hear you just fine. I'm just finishing something important."

Jimin huffed, frustration bubbling in his chest. "Something important? More important than me?" He dramatically flopped onto the bed beside Yoongi. "Do you even realize how much effort I put into looking this good tonight?"

Yoongi chuckled, finally glancing at him. "Oh? And what special effort are we talking about?"

Jimin pouted, sitting up straight. "Look at me properly, Hyung." He stood up and took a slow step back, revealing his outfit.

Yoongi's gaze finally traveled over him, and for a second, his fingers paused on the keyboard. Jimin was dressed in a sheer, silver shirt that barely hid anything, paired with black shorts that clung to his thighs. His skin glowed under the dim light, making him look even more alluring.

Yoongi’s Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed. “You—” He coughed, composing himself. “You really went all out, huh?”

Jimin smirked. "I always go all out for my husband. But does my husband even care? No. He’d rather marry his damn laptop."

Yoongi rolled his eyes. "Baby, you’re being dramatic."

Jimin gasped. "Oh, dramatic? You haven’t even complimented me properly!"

"Alright, alright," Yoongi sighed, finally leaning back against the headboard. His dark eyes softened as he really looked at Jimin. "You look breathtaking, baby. But then again, you always do."

Jimin's cheeks warmed at the praise, but he wasn't done yet.

He walked closer and, without hesitation, straddled Yoongi's lap, wrapping his arms around his neck.

Yoongi smirked. “What are you doing, love?”

Jimin pouted, playing with the hair at Yoongi's nape. “Trying to get my husband’s attention.”

Yoongi placed his hands on Jimin’s waist, rubbing slow circles with his thumbs. “You already have it, love. But you didn’t have to get mad for that.”

Jimin huffed. “You ignored me the whole evening.”

Yoongi sighed, resting his forehead against Jimin’s. “I know, baby. I’m sorry. I got caught up in work.”

Jimin softened slightly but still poked Yoongi’s chest. “You better make up for it.”

Yoongi chuckled. “Oh? And how do you want me to do that?”

Jimin leaned in, his lips brushing against Yoongi’s ear. “By focusing only on me now.”

Yoongi shivered, his grip on Jimin’s waist tightening. “You really know how to distract me, don’t you?”