When you got home that night Jimin tried to scurry off and hide in the bedroom but you stormed after him, pulling back the blankets he had dived under to scowl at him, your arms crossed.
"Jimin! I have not forgotten about this morning! Look at what you've done to me!" You exclaimed, pulling the neck of your shirt aside so he could see what had become a dark bruise. But it seemed to have the opposite effect than you were hoping for as he only smirked at the sight, pulling the blankets back up to his chin and biting his lip up at you. "You are in big trouble mister, and I-"
"What are you going to do, y/n? He interrupted, looking up at you with big, falsely innocent eyes and pouting his full lips. "Will you...spank me?" He asked, slowly running his tongue across his lower lip.
"N-no, I have a real punishment, actually," you said, squaring your shoulders and dragging your eyes away from his mouth to hold his gaze. "I have to go to the bakery for a special order tomorrow and," his eyes went wide with terror, sitting up quickly as he guessed what you would say next, "I've asked Yoongi to come in and help me out with it." You finished smugly.
"No!" He whined, sliding off the bed to the floor dramatically. "How could you do this to me, y/n? I'm sorry about the mark! I'll never do it again! Please let me come help you tomorrow! I don't like that guy hanging around you more than necessary," He begged.
You just stepped back, shaking your head. "I'm sorry kitten, but I've already asked him to come in, and I can't cancel on him. I hope you learn your lesson from this - you can't bite without permission." You sat on the bed and he pushed his head into your hand and you scratched his ears before patting the bed next to you. "Come up here kitten. What would you like to do while I am out tomorrow?"
He crawled onto the bed next to you obediently, his head hanging. He shrugged in response. "Can I just stay here?"
"Of course, if that's what you want. You could use the extra rest and I'll leave money so you can order whatever you want to eat." You said, patting his head.
After you had drifted off to sleep in Jimin's arms that night, the mark he had left on your collar exposed, he leaned down and began to carefully lick it. You stirred at the feeling of his warm, wet tongue on your skin and mumbled in your sleep but he hushed you, licking again. "I'm sorry y/n," he murmured softly, "I only did it because I want to make sure no one can take you from me."
In the morning you peered at yourself in the mirror after your shower. You were surprised when the mark was totally gone, but you just shrugged it off as some hybrid thing. Jimin stayed in bed, pouting as you got ready for the day. "Y/n," he whined, "can't I come too?"
You sighed and walked over to stroke his head one last time before leaving. "Sorry kitten but I have to make a fancy cake and three people would just get in each other's way. Plus, I feel like you and Yoongi together would be no help at all," you said, remembering the boys' interaction from the day before. You leaned down and planted a kiss on his forehead, smiling at him fondly. He blushed and waved as you left.
You greeted Yoongi as you arrived, having asked him to meet you at the back door. "Thank you so much for agreeing to come in today," you said to him.
"Of course," he replied simply, hands in his pockets as he stepped away from the wall and followed you in.
The two of you mixed the cake, poured it into baking pans, and got it in the oven, all in mostly silence. "What's next?" He asked, wiping his long fingers on the apron.
"We should mix the frosting up and get ready to decorate," You replied, pulling out an giant mixing bowl. "We'll need a lot of frosting."
You got everything going and had the mixer running to whip the frosting up and make it fluffy. The two of you were leaning against the counter chatting while the mixer ran when Yoongi accidentally bumped the speed with his elbow and the sudden increase caused it to fling a big glob of white frosting onto your cheek.
Yoongi darted to turn it off. "Sorry, y/n, I-" he cut himself off as he looked over at your messy face, your mouth open in surprise. He pressed his lips together, his cheeks puffed out, but when you scowled at him he couldn't help but burst into laughter, slapping the counter top in mirth, a huge, gummy grin on his face.
"Oh, you think that's funny, huh?" You asked, and he looked up at you trying to compose himself as you dipped your finger into the frosting and then swiped it onto his nose. He looked at you in shock, his ears sticking straight up and you laughed out loud at his ridiculous expression and the white icing on his nose. He stared at you open mouthed for a moment as you clutched your stomach in laughter, then he retaliated, scooping his hand into the frosting and smearing it across your other cheek. You gasped and he darted away from you, laughing as you scooped your hand into the frosting as well and chased after him, giggling.
When you couldn't catch him, you settled for flinging the frosting in your hand at him and it splattered down his front from his face to his black shirt. His tongue darted out of his mouth and he licked the frosting from his lips and grinned wickedly at you before lunging for you. You managed to keep out of his hold and ran away, squealing, but he caught up with you and wrapped his arms around your waist from behind, lifting you off your feet and swinging you around, both of you laughing loudly.
He set you down next to the counter but pinned you against it with one hand on either side of your waist and you rubbed your still frosted hand across his cheek. He laughed, grabbing your wrists with his hands and pulling them to your sides. Your eyes caught his and suddenly both of you stopped laughing. He gazed intently at you as he slowly leaned his head toward you, gripping your wrists in his big hands as you stared up at him, mouth slightly open and frozen in surprise. You felt his lips press against yours and your eyes fluttered shut. He tasted sweet, some of the frosting having lingered on lips. He freed one of your wrists to cup your face as he continued to kiss you and you slid your hand up to tangle in his soft hair. Your fingertips brushed one of his sleek black ears and he shivered in delight, purring softly against you.
Suddenly, the oven timer went off and he pulled his lips away from yours and stepped away from you. You turned around to face the counter, pressing your fingers to your mouth, your face blushing crimson as he removed the cakes from the oven.
He cleared his throat and you turned to see that his pale face was now flushed as well, his lips pinker and plumper than they normally were. "I guess we should start over on the frosting, huh?" He suggested, his voice low and husky as he tried to sound professional.
You nodded, not trusting yourself to speak yet as you pulled out the dirty bowl and replaced it.
The two of you worked well the rest of the day and pretended nothing had happened. He walked you home like usual, but kept an extra couple of steps between you as the two of you attempted to chat like normal. You waved to him when you reached your apartment building and he smiled. "See you Wednesday," he called.
Jimin greeted you enthusiastically at the door but then took a step back quickly, pouting. "I'm going to have to scent you every time you work with that guy, y/n!" He whined, stomping over to the couch. You rolled your eyes and followed after him.
"Does it have to be right this second?" You asked, feeling tired.
"Yep," he replied, patting his lap, "and it will be easier if you just let me do it. You smell even more like him than last time," he said, scrunching up his nose.
You sighed and straddled him, tilting your head back so he could get his work done. He rubbed his face vigorously along your neck and sighed, leaning contentedly back against the couch when he had finished looking happy with himself. You rolled your eyes and gave him a pat before heading off to change into more comfortable clothes.
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So...yeah.
That happened.
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