♡ Part - 44 ♡

In the quietness of the night, nearing 10 pm, Yoongi was deeply engrossed in his work on the laptop, his bedroom illuminated only by the soft glow of the screen.

Jimin emerging from the bathroom, he couldn't help but notice his husband, still immersed in his work and seemingly oblivious to the world around him. A mix of affection and exasperation crossed Jimin's face as he approached, arms crossed lightly over his chest.

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

With a hair flip that seemed to carry a hint of drama, he aimed to capture Yoongi's attention. Yet, Yoongi's focus remained steadfast, fixed on his laptop screen, which irked Jimin to no end.

"Mr Min fuckin' Yoongi! Are you suddenly incapable of hearing or is this a deliberate act of ignorance?"

The dam of frustration broke as Jimin raised his voice.  Jimin's patience wore thin as his irritation grew more evident.

"Oh, come on baby! Why are you acting like this? I'm not deaf! I just have something important to finish. And believe me, I haven't forgotten that I have a stunning and irresistible husband," Yoongi retorted calmly, his gaze flicking briefly to Jimin before returning to his work.

Jimin's annoyance deepened, but a mischievous idea took root. "Is that so? Then why haven't you spared a single glance at your Doll, who's gone through the trouble of dressing up sensuously just for you?" he whined, his expression a mix of sulking and pouting.

Dressed provocatively in a silver, see-through shirt that draped down to his knees, and accompanied by black shorts, Jimin's efforts seemed to go unnoticed, fueling his anger.

In response to Jimin's remark, Yoongi finally lifted his gaze, his lips curving into a knowing smile.

"Oh, you've dressed up to catch my attention, haven't you? But don't let your frustration get the best of you. I must admit, you appear even more desirable when you're vexed."

Jimin blushed deeply at the candid remark, though he attempted to mask his shyness.

Unable to withstand the teasing any longer, Jimin closed the distance between them. He perched himself on Yoongi's lap, arms coiling around his neck,

Yoongi's gaze lingered on Jimin's face, his eyes filled with a mix of love and admiration.

"You know," Yoongi began, his voice soft, "your eyes are like galaxies. I could lose myself in them for eternity, and still find new wonders every time I look."

Jimin's cheeks turned a warm shade of pink as he gazed back into Yoongi's eyes. "You always know just what to say," he replied, a bashful smile tugging at his lips.

Yoongi's fingers moved to brush against Jimin's nose, his touch gentle and affectionate. "And this nose," he continued, his voice carrying a hint of playfulness, "it's like a touch of artistry, perfectly complementing the masterpiece that is your face."

Jimin giggled softly, a delighted sound that filled the room. "You're too much, Mr Yoongi."

Moving his fingers further, Yoongi's touch caressed Jimin's cheeks, his thumb lightly brushing over the soft skin. "These cheeks," he said, his voice tender, "they hold the blush of your emotions, and I cherish every shade of you."

Jimin's laughter subsided, replaced by a soft sigh of contentment. "You always make me feel so cherished," he confessed, his eyes shimmering with emotion.

Yoongi's touch migrated to Jimin's ears, his fingers tracing the delicate curves. "Even your ears," he murmured, his voice filled with admiration, "they're a testament to the attention to detail that went into crafting you."

Jimin's heart fluttered, the sincerity in Yoongi's words causing a warmth to spread through him. "You have a way of making me feel special, even in the smallest of ways," he admitted.

Finally, Yoongi's fingers threaded through Jimin's hair, his touch affectionate as he traced the strands. "And your hair," he said, his voice softening, "it's like silk, a cascade of beauty that frames the essence of who you are."

With a gentle touch, Yoongi cupped Jimin's face, his thumb stroking his lips. "And these lips," he whispered, his gaze locked onto Jimin's, "they speak words that bring me solace and joy. They hold the power to bring me to my knees with a single smile."

"You're my heart, Yoongi. And I'm endlessly grateful for the love you give me." Jimin's voice wavered as he spoke, choked with emotion.

"You know, your face is a masterpiece," Yoongi murmured, his thumb brushing lightly over Jimin's cheek. "Every angle, every expression, it's like a work of art that I can't get enough of."

Jimin's cheeks flushed with a mixture of bashfulness and pleasure. He turned his head slightly and planted a soft kiss on Yoongi's thumb. "Flatterer," he whispered, his voice carrying a fond undertone.

As Yoongi's fingers continued their exploration, his touch descended to Jimin's neck and collarbone. His fingers danced delicately over the curve of Jimin's neck, his lips following in their wake with featherlight kisses.

"And your neck," Yoongi murmured, his breath warm against Jimin's skin. "It's like a graceful swan's, slender and elegant. I could spend hours tracing these lines."

Jimin's breath hitched, his fingers finding their way into Yoongi's hair as he tilted his head to grant better access.

"You have a way with words, Hubby," he admitted, a shiver of pleasure running down his spine.

With a slow, deliberate movement, Yoongi's touch trailed down to Jimin's chest, his fingers tracing the contours of his muscles. He pressed a soft kiss to the centre of Jimin's chest, right above his heart.

"This chest of yours," Yoongi murmured, his voice tinged with appreciation. "It's strong, yet it holds so much warmth and tenderness. It's where I find comfort, Doll."

Jimin's fingers tightened in Yoongi's hair, his heart swelling at the sentiment behind Yoongi's words. "You have my heart, Hubby. Always."

Yoongi's fingers continued their journey, his touch sliding down to Jimin's stomach. He traced light patterns on the smooth skin, eliciting a soft sigh from Jimin.

"And your stomach," Yoongi whispered, his lips brushing against Jimin's skin. "It's like a canvas of secrets, a place where vulnerability and strength coexist."

Jimin's eyes fluttered closed, his chest rising and falling with each breath. "You see me in ways no one else does," he confessed, his voice a mere breath.

As Yoongi's fingers moved further, they entwined with Jimin's, his own hand cradled against his chest. He brought Jimin's hand to his lips, pressing a tender kiss to the knuckles.

"Even your hands," Yoongi said softly, his voice laced with reverence. "They're an extension of your soul, delicate yet capable of leaving a lasting imprint on my heart."

Jimin's heart swelled, his eyes opening to meet Yoongi's gaze. "You're my everything, Hubby. I'm lost without you."

Their eyes locked, a silent exchange of emotions passing between them. In the quiet of the room, their words of love and admiration wove a tapestry of intimacy, binding them even closer. Their fingers remained intertwined, two souls deeply connected, their love expressed through every touch and whispered sentiment.

"You see me, Hubby. Truly see me." Jimin's eyes shimmered with unshed tears, his heart overflowing with emotion. Yoongi kissed Jimin's eyes and wiped his tears.

"I love you so much Hyung never leave me please" Jimin whispered to Yoongi.

"Never baby, and I love you too My sweetheart". Yoongi replied.

"And also, My Love, you are looking like an absolute feast," Yoongi continued, punctuating his statement with a wink.

"If I'm a feast, then why don't you indulge yourself? Come and partake, my love." As Jimin boldly suggested.

As Yoongi felt Jimin was moving on his lap, a low chuckle escaped his lips. "You really have a way with words, don't you?" he replied, amusement dancing in his eyes. "But tempting as your offer is, I have to get this work done. You know how things are."

Jimin's sultry facade crumbled slightly, revealing a touch of disappointment. "I know, I know. Work always comes first." He sighed dramatically, resting his head on Yoongi's shoulder. "But can't your work wait just a little? I miss having your undivided attention And also haven't you promised to make love to me."

Yoongi's expression softened as he turned his head to nuzzle Jimin's cheek affectionately.

"I promise, as soon as I'm done with this, you'll have all of me," he assured, his voice warm and sincere.

Jimin's pout returned briefly before he grinned mischievously. "Well, until then, I'll just have to distract you, won't I?" With a swift movement, he placed a soft, lingering kiss on Yoongi's lips.

Yoongi's eyes sparkled with a mixture of surprise and affection. "You're playing dirty," he murmured against Jimin's lips, his arms finding their way around Jimin's waist.

"Desperate times call for desperate measures," Jimin replied, his tone light but his gaze intense as he locked eyes with Yoongi.

"Fine, you win," Yoongi conceded, his resolve crumbling as he closed his laptop and placed it aside. "But I hope you know, you're a distraction I can never resist."

Without hesitation, Yoongi's lips descended upon Jimin's, igniting a fervent and impassioned kiss. Their mouths moved ardently, reflecting the intensity of their desires.

Gradually, Yoongi stood up, carrying Jimin in his arms as they approached the bed. With deliberate care, he lowered Jimin onto the mattress, hovering over him, their lips only parting momentarily before their hunger for each other resumed.

The dance of their lips and tongues seemed eternal, a symphony of fervour and longing. As their breathing grew ragged, their lips momentarily separated, but it was only a fleeting respite before their mouths found each other again.

"You know what darling I've been waiting for this moment" Yoongi whispered in Jimin's ear huskily.

"Oh Hubby, believe me, I've also been waiting for this moment to come" Jimin responded with equal desperation.

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