"I'm the owner of this damn city. Who the fuck are you?"

The cat suddenly hisses, exposing his short and sharp fangs and he pulls back from Yoongi, curling down and raising his tail. "What?" Yoongi frowns. "Why are you mad, what did I do?" Sugar hisses one more time and then hurries away, disappearing behind the couch.

"Couldn't sleep," Jimin replies. "In my bed. Couldn't sleep alone so I tried sleepin' here. 'Cause it smells like you." Yoongi can't help a smile. "Did it work?" "No. That's why it's messy." Jimin inhales deeply and, finally, he looks up.

"Namjoon and I are busy for the rest of the morning, so this will have to do."

"One more time," he says, looks at Jimin take another lungful of air. "You're doing so good, keep it in. Now out." "It hurts," Jimin whines once he's exhaled. "It hurts so bad." "I know, but you gotta keep going. You're doing good, petal, just keep breathing in and out."

"You already are," Yoongi murmurs. "You're beautiful as it is." Jimin manages a breathless chuckle, his smile genuine. “Yeah?" The succubus swallows thickly. "I wuh-want you to make me feel beautiful, though. Wanna-wanna feel that way again."

“We'll take care of you and we'll make sure you stay safe. You're under the Min's family protection from now on, until this fucking shit ends.”

“Taehyung is dangerous, but he's also kind. So kind, Yoongi, you wouldn't believe it. And Jungkookie, he's kind too.”

Then, Jimin breathes in. "Are you promising?" "Yes," Yoongi says. "I promise."

"I won't pretend," Jimin says, eyes flickering down. "I won't, I promise, so—tell me that I can, please. Please.” But wouldn't it be okay if for once, just for once— "You can," Yoongi murmurs, unable to raise his voice more than this. "Please, you can."

“We're done here,” Yoongi says. “Take him home.”

“Don't feel bad for me, don't even worry about me.” he shrugs. “You already have enough to worry about, so-” “You're not a sex doll,” Yoongi speaks almost as if he's trying to reassure the other but, it feels like he's trying to reassure himself. “You're not that.”

“Namjoon has never been one prone to hiding his emotions, doesn't matter if they're positive or not.”

“One of them is fucking naked.”

“It feels like a tide.”

“I think—” Jimin pauses. There’s a slight crease between his brows and he starts playing with Yoongi’s fingers again. Distracting himself. “I believe we deserve better than a maybe.”

“I tattooed Yoongi and I tattooed all of his brothers,”

“I should fucking break your hands for touching him.” Jungkook grits out before he grabs the man's neck and pushes him back.

“What about Jungkookie? Is he doing okay?” Well, that's a damn good question. “I guess so. He says he is.” Yoongi shrugs. “You know how Jungkook is, he's a mess.”

"Thank you," he whispers.

"I want to do it again."