The Mini-Me Team // Yoonmin

Chapter 11: The Scent Of Sexual Tension

Yoongi groaned, squeezing his eyes as he tried to move his arm forward, yet at the feeling of restrainment, he turned his head to the side while trying to move his feet.

"Jimin? You here?" He asked when he heard shuffling, though it was barely auditable, he still caught it.

"Yeah, I'm here." Jimin licked his lips and moans in pain when he caught a sniff of something. "Why do I smell alcohol? Yoongi, can you smell that?" The older sniffed the air and shook his head.

"No, not really."

"It's because you two are in separate rooms." A voice boomed over before each of their blindfolds were ripped off.

"Jin?" The older smiled and bent down, cupping Jimins face and wiping the tears that instantly fell. "W-What's happening?"

"We got some things to tell you." Jimin frowned, and moved his face away from the warmth the elder's hand was giving to him.

"We?" Jin nodded and looked at the door when it opened, and in walked Namjoon. "What is happening?" The oldest stood up and smiled at his husband.

"How is Yoongi?" Namjoon opened the door from which he just came in, a series of loud curse words following making Jimin smile.

"Glad we muted his room cause damn! That's the most I have ever heard him talk." Namjoon chuckled and looked at the smaller. "If you would like, you can come with us so you can hear what we have to say. I'm going to check on Yoongi, maybe he's calmed down in the past few seconds." Jin nods and goes around Jimins chair to untie him. The younger put his hands on his lap while rubbing his wrist and standing up.

"I know you must be confused, Jimin but please just hear us out, alright?" Jin put his hand on Jimins shoulder which the smaller moved away from. The olders hand stayed in the air for a few seconds before it went back to his side. "If it makes you feel better, we didn't know where you and Yoongi were at the time." Jimin kept his mouth shut and walks to the door, opening it to spit his partner. A happy feeling gushing over him as he rushed to jump into his arms.

Yoongi was quick to realize who the fluff of hair was and wrapped his arms around Jimin, hugging him tightly, like he was scared the smaller was going to disappear again. "Glad you're fine and now I can smell the alcohol." The smaller chuckled and took a step back, catching how Jin and Namjoon were looking at them, when he wiped the tears away from his eyes.

"Okay let's go." Jimin took ahold of Yoongi's hand for "comfort" while the two follow the married couple outside where they saw thousands of rows of.. grapes?

"Why don't you sit down." They came up onto a picnic table and the two sat on one side with the youngers sat across from them. "Gosh, where do we even start?" Jin shrugs and looks at Jimin, knowing he would start something.

"Who was the guy that took us?"

"Jung Hoseok, my- our secret weapon. Jackson had him locked up, so instead of looking for you two, we went through all of Jackson's guys until one leads us to him!" Namjoon smiles yet got slapped by his husband.

"We did look for you two but we lost the trail after the strip club and Jimin, honey, I was so proud. That performance was beautiful, utterly beautiful!" The smaller smiled slightly and nodded his head.

"Did you see Yoongi's face?" Jin chuckled.

"Like a deer in flipping headlights." The pale man huffed and crossed his arms in front of his chest.

"What happens with Zico then?" Yoongi questions, interrupting their laughing as he suddenly looks under the table when he felt a hand on his thigh.