The Mini-Me Team // Yoonmin

Chapter 3: Call Me By Your Name

CRASH!

Jimin jumped with wide eyes and spun around to look at a guilty Yoongi staring at a broken plate by his feet.

"Oh, it's okay, that happens all the time." He smiles and limps over to pick up a slab, but hisses when the glass pierces through his pointer finger. Yoongi knelt down and grabbed the smaller's hand, kissing his knuckles before holding it close to his chest. Jimin flushed a deep red and averted his gaze, clearing his throat and withdrawing his hand.

"Why don't you go get the dustpan in that closet, I'll try and get the bigger pieces." The older bit inside of his cheek and stood up, moving his lips to one side seeing how Jimin was carefully picking up the plate with his uninjured hand.

Sighing, he went to grab a broom and dustpan from the wooden storage closet to bring it back sweep the glass up.

The smaller nods and pulls himself up by using the table, then went back to the couch where his computer was.

"So Yoongi see this guy?" The taller looked over Jimins shoulder and hums. "He should know where Zico is." The black-haired man rose a brow and squinted his eyes prior to finding a notepad to write something out and throw it at the younger. "You're right, he loves the strip club but don't worry, I'll be the one dancing." Jimin teases and stands up, gasping when the pain from his leg shoots through his whole body.

Not wanting to appear weak in front of the other assassin, he took a slow and deep breath before spinning around with a smile on his face.

"We leave tonight, maybe then we'll be able to call Jin and Namjoon." Yoongi's head turned to him at the mention of the older. Putting the broom against the table, he began writing again, deflating Jimins smile when he was handed the paper. "Yes, I can strip, and you'll be there too. We'll make up the plan as we go and it's okay that you broke the plate. You don't have to feel bad about it. Also, I'm 16." Yoongi's eyes widened and he took a step back confusing Jimin.

"Does that scare you?" He shook his head. "Is it because I look older?" A nod and Jimin made an 'o' shape with his mouth. "Yeah I kinda get that a lot but it's fine, now come help me pick out my outfit. Seeing as your a guy, tell me what makes you get a boner." Yoongi grunted and pulled at his hand that was taken, trying to stop himself from being pulled into a bedroom that smelled like the younger.

"I won't tell you the song I've already chosen, but give me a thumbs up if it's good, thumbs down if you don't like, okay? Okay!" The taller pouts and slumps his shoulders while sitting on the bed. Waiting and playing with his fingers as Jimin figures out which outfit hugs his curves the best.

All outfits he owned did that, of course yet, there's something about Yoongi though. Jimin just wants to see how far his buttons go before they burst.

"Okay, I'm coming out!" He announced in a singing tone, pushing his hair back, and then jumped out of his closet. Yoongi's eyes raked over his body and then did a thumbs down with pursed lips. "Really?" Jimin pouts but bobbed his head. "Be right back then." He twirled away and switched into another outfit which got a thumb in the middle.

"Okay we're climbing up the ranks, that's goof." The blonde mumbles when his eyes caught on to something that had a smirk crawling upon his lips. "Yoongi, prepare to have your mind blown!" Jimin giggled when he pulled at the strap laying on his shoulders. Walking out, he went past the man and posed. Showing all his angels to the assassin staring at him with wide eyes.

(A/N: P.S all the outfits will be posted at the bottom!)

"Hearing nothing, imma take that as this is the one?" He asks, biting his lip when Yoongi abruptly stood up and took off his sweatshirt. "W-Whoa m-man I-I- what the fuck?" Jimin huffs at the jacket going over his head, covering his outfit.