[ † 💀 † ] – Victor was a shithead. Everyone could tell immediately from miles away, that the kid was an egoist, and believed himself to be above everyone else. And yet, like a moth to a flame, Yoongi was drawn to him. At first, it was merely based on the fact that he had one of the most handsome faces he had ever seen. But it didn’t take very long for a seeminglypredatory sense to develop within him. Behind every snarky comment, the writer felt a string being tugged (submit – submit to me), and he longed for nothing more than to bring the younger to his knees. His blood positively thrummed and he yearned, oh how he yearned to etch his name into the small of the boy’s back, and tame his wild tongue. And then, they crashed into one another. Both males believed themselves to be victorious, in their own way, but Yoongi knew he had been able to tap into Victor like no one else had before him. Which was all he needed. And now, when they spent time together, it felt calmer, the tension not so cutthroat dry anymore. They still bickered, yet there was a sort of affection tied to their venomous words, though neither would ever admit to this. “Speed dial? Does anyone even use speed dial anymore? And you know I’ve played my cards right, why even bother pretending I haven’t – unless you want a reminder?” Instantly, his eyes grew dark, a knowing expression taking over his features.
can we please just talk about how shitty yoongi is? every steps that victor took forward to the older male, the route is even more dirtier, filthier than how he would’ve imagined from the get go. at first, it started off as pure fascination, because yoongi — just like everybody else — gave into victor’s card. nobody ever refused such temptation that he has to offer. none ever had say no, only gave their body for victor to devour on, and he was satisfied with just that, just the adrenaline rushing through his veins, excitement filled to the brim; yoongi does the same, yet this little piece of shit managed to put him in his place. a simple kiss on the lips yet a hard smack on his back. and in all honesty, it could’ve been much worse with all that shit talking they spat against each other, but right now, he’s very much content with himself talking too fucking much, and yoongi willing to shut him up — it’s not going to happen soon though, with a snort made it’s way hitching up victor’s nostrils at the expectant response from the older male, victor’s mouth unscrewed, expressionless with his fingers wiggling side to side, tongue clicking in disapproval at the older male. “you’re supposed to be a fucking grandpa who knows no shit about speed dials — but fine, that was a tad lame.” the boy leaned back into the leathered sofa, fingers running through the strands of his hair. “lying distastes me, so i’m just going ahead and say that yes, you are doing it so right, now shut up about it, i don’t need your fucking reminder.” with a exasperated sigh, victor’s arms crossed tight, averting his gaze elsewhere but the older male’s smugness.