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lesson learned

    "Did you hear me?"

     Jimin stops playing and looks up instantly when he catches Yoongi's stern tone. He shakes his head no, which must be the wrong answer.

     "Put the guitar down." Yoongi sets his own aside, staring Jimin down. Then, he pats his lap. "Come here, my love."

     "H-Hyung?" Jimin gulps. Every few days, Yoongi gives him some new things to practice on the guitar until their next lesson, and every time until now, Jimin has diligently kept up with it. He hasn't touched the instrument since that last lesson though, and nothing gets by Yoongi.

     He doesn't even have an excuse; he wasn't busy today, the things he was supposed to be practicing were simple enough, and he'd been enjoying finally being able to strum along to a few songs while he sang them. Jimin hides behind his guitar a little as he peers over at his husband.

     Yoongi is so handsome when he's irritated.

     "Did you even pick it up, Jimin-ah? You can barely play what you had last time."

     "I-I'm sorry-"

     "You should answer my question, love. "

     Jimin knows he's pouting when he answers, but watching Yoongi's gaze darken in response is so worth it.

     "Um.. No, Hyung. I didn't practice."

     "Why not?" Yoongi spreads his legs wider and leans back against the couch he's on. "Did you think I wouldn't notice?"

     It's been a while since Jimin's managed to push him into this headspace, and god, he's so deliciously intimidating.

     "Knew you'd notice," Jimin mumbles, a thrill running through his middle, "Wanted you to notice."

     "Ah." Yoongi's eyes narrow, and he pauses for a moment before speaking. "Why's that?"

     "I wanted to see what you'd do."

     Yoongi chuckles, dark and fond. "Then come here."

     Jimin takes a deep breath to steady himself, then goes. He climbs onto Yoongi's lap, straddling him, and Yoongi takes a possessive hold of his hips. Even hovering over him like this, looking down at him, Yoongi still makes him feel small.

     "Hyung—" As flustered as he already is, Jimin manages enough bravery to lean down for a kiss, then again, deeper, and again, until Yoongi finally tries to push him away. Jimin just whines and kisses him again anyway. Yoongi chuckles against his lips.

     "You are such a brat."

     Jimin's about to disagree when a hand curls gently around his throat, holding him just tight enough to make him gasp and break the kiss. Yoongi's eyes are so dark already. With the other hand he traces Jimin's lips, and when Jimin gasps again he slides two long fingers into his mouth.

     "Mhmm, there you go..." Yoongi hums, pads of his fingers gliding back over Jimin's tongue. He pushes them slowly further inside, rubs them there. Jimin has to close his eyes against the feeling of too much, grateful for the hand around his throat, helping him stay in place.

     After a moment, Yoongi withdraws his fingers, running them over Jimin's plump lips again while Jimin catches his breath. His eyes roam Jimin's face, always so attentive, before kissing him again.

     "You need a different kind of lesson today, don't you sweetheart?"

     "Yes, Hyung."

"You can always just ask, you know." Yoongi's hands trail up his ribs, rough over his skin, bunching his shirt up and finally helping Jimin take it off. "You don't have to misbehave to have my attention."