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The snow that falls over the evening is thick and heavy. It lands in fat clumps to the ground and in the trees, building up outside the windows in great big mounds that block the light. Snow that stretches for as far as the eye can see, in every direction - weighing down branches and covering grass in a thick white blanket of the stuff. Soft and delightful.
And Jimin is outside.
He didn’t mean to be - he promises all four of his paws, and his whiskers too - it was an honest mistake. Seokjin had left the house to go get groceries before the snow had begun falling, and he’d left the latch to the kitty door ajar. A latch that is nearly always locked in the winter, but somehow came undone today.
Jimin had been curious. He doesn’t think he can really be blamed for that.
So maybe ‘mistake’ isn’t quite the word for what got him out here, but it had certainly been a mistake to get stuck. He’d crept through the open door just a little - just a poke really. He’d wanted to press his nose into the snow and see for himself just how fluffy and sweet it really was. Soft and delicate and magical, like it’s always looked through the frosted windows, which is as close as he’d ever come. From his perch on the window seat, the snow appeared as a cotton-filled wonderland. He’d always been so curious to see it up close, and he really had only planned to step out for just a moment.
And when he’d made it outside, it had been all those things! Beautiful and serene and soft. He’d padded out slowly, poking his nose around the doorframe and feeling the delicate little flakes across his skin. The wind was cool and the earth quiet in the early evening snowfall.
Magical, just as he’d envisioned.
But it had also been quite cold, which he hadn’t really been expecting. Sticking his nose into the little pile that welled up outside the kitty door had had him reeling back with a sniff of discontent. And reeling back had sent him stepping straight into the snowpile by where the garden pathway would normally be.
His poor bare feet. His little paws all terribly red from the cold. He’d lifted one quickly to hold in his palms away from the offending snowdrift, but just as he’d done so the little kitty door had fallen back shut, and the latch had clicked.
And oh how that most certainly hadn’t been part of the plan.
Jimin is allowed outside, but he’s never been allowed in the snow, and he’s begun to think he might understand why. If the way his tail has clumped up terribly from the frost, and his teeth are chattering, he thinks he might understand quite well, actually.
His ears are cold now, and he covers them tightly with his little fingers, but it doesn’t really do much good, because his hands are cold too. The whole lot of him is cold. It was so warm in the house. Warm and toasty - with a little fire, and his cot on the living room floor to curl up on. He’s only wearing his flannel pajamas - he never needs much more.
But right now it feels like practically nothing.
Jimin pouts his lip as he rubs hurriedly at his ears, brushing off the new layer of snow that’s already fallen since he’s found himself in this horrible situation. The fur is so, so cold, and the damp drip of the melting snow slides down the back of his pajama shirt in a way that makes him want to cry.
He doesn’t know how long Seokjin’s been gone, nor does he know when he might come back. He’s never gone out towards town with Seokjin. Sometimes he brings Namjoon - the big old puppy that he is - but he’s never brought any of the kitties. So, Jimin can’t be sure how long it’ll take.
And this snow is frightful. Frightful and cold and Jimin hugs his arms closer to his body at the thought of Seokjin perhaps never coming back at all, and being stuck out in the winter frost forever.
A dreadful thought. A horrible, dreadful thought that has Jimin sniffling weakly as he peers around for a solution to his plight.
The snow around him is thick and fluffy, just as it had appeared from the window. It hasn’t stopped falling for hours, and it’s built up to be nearly a foot deep in places. Were Jimin to walk through it, he would be soaked up to nearly his kneecap, and he doesn’t even want to think about how cold it would be to submerge his feet fully. Even just standing in the cleared out space before the door he feels the frost biting at the tips of his toes in a way that has tears building in his throat.
But looking around, there really isn’t any other option. The kitty door to the garage is latched shut, and even if he were to bang and bang on the wood, he knows his littermates wouldn’t come to find him. The garage is near everyone’s least favorite room in the house, especially on days like today. The cement flooring becomes horrible on bare feet in the winter months and, with the weather as frightful as it is, the chances of anyone coming down are near nonexistent. He’ll have to find another way.
Jimin sniffs again, peering blearily through the snow for a better way to alert everyone that he’s become stuck. There is the option of the front door, but Jimin isn’t sure how to get past the gate with the snow as high as it is. Even without a foot of frost in the way, the gate is rather heavy, and his paws are so cold that he isn’t sure how he would manage the combination lock even if he got there.
Not that he knows the combination, anyway. He’s not meant to leave the backyard, even in the summertime. The road is dangerous for kitties, Seokjin has reminded him over and over again, it’s nowhere to fool around near. Just as Seokjin has warned him countless times not to go out in bad weather, and look where ignoring that lesson got him. Jimin stifles the urge to cry at the idea of disappointing Seokjin even more than he already has, and so he writes the option off completely.
Instead he looks across where the garden should be, towards the snow-blanketed porch off along the other side of the house. It’s the only other entrance, and although it’s a good distance away through the snow, it’s the best option that Jimin can think of. There is a sliding glass door there that leads into the kitchen, which sits just off from the living room, where Taehyung and Jungkook love to spend their time. If he can just make it there, they can let him back inside and away from this horrible, terrible, frosty abyss.
And so Jimin starts off through the snow slowly, trying to pick the steps that seem the least deep, though the effort seems fruitless. It’s all woefully deep - so deep that Jimin can’t even scamper on all fours as he’d prefer to do outside. He can usually move so much faster that way, but he’s loath to put his nose anywhere near the snow again, his face still stinging hopelessly from his first attempt. To run across would surely send him plummeting down into the thick drift, and so he remains upright, trudging slowly through.
It’s horrible, and Jimin lets out a pitiful whine as he alternates between cupping his ears hopelessly and shoving his hands into his own armpits for warmth. He’s always had sensitive ears, and the chill of his hands is nearly worse against them than the bite of the winter air.
His feet are frigid, thick slabs of ice that he can barely feel but for the horrible stinging, and the cold flakes cluster on his lashes, making it even more difficult to see, and so it takes a dreadfully long time before he finally makes it to the porch steps. The porch steps, which are covered in their own thick layer of snow - near impossible to climb without holding onto the icy handrail. A feat that Jimin accomplishes with tears in his eyes, as he finally clears onto the landing, into the final stretch towards the safety of his family.
He crosses the porch while suppressing his mewls of discomfort. His teeth are chattering in a way he can’t seem to stop, and his legs are colder now from trudging through the thick snow - the pant leg of his pajamas soaked through. He is cold and he is damp and - above all else - he just wants to be inside and to never make this horrible mistake again.
But, to his dismay, the backdoor is shut tight. It doesn’t even budge when he yanks hard at the handle.
Although, it’s not like he’d really expected it to be open. Seokjin is meticulous in his safety precautions, normally. In the winter there’s never any reason for the back porch to be open, and so it remains locked until spring, when he’ll pull out the grill and they’ll all lounge out together in the sun for hours. The porch is a lovely place in the summer - it’s one of Jimin’s favorite spots to sleep and sleep and sleep - but right now he thinks he hates it.
Jimin pouts, shifting away from the door handle and cupping his hands around his eyes to peek through the frosted glass. The kitchen lights are off, as are those in the living room, but the flicker of the fire tells him that Taehyung and Jungkook can’t be far. Jimin knocks, feeling the glass stick to his cold knuckles in a painful way as he tries again and again to get someone’s attention.
But nobody comes.
Jimin knocks and knocks to no answer, and as he knocks he feels the ice under his feet become worse and worse from just standing. And as the ice becomes worse, he feels his fingers buzz painfully from what must be frostbite, along with the tips of his ears. And his usually-fluffy tail is caked with snow from dragging behind him in his journey here.
Jimin feels his lip wobble and his eyes fill with tears because he’s going to be stuck out here forever and he’ll never see Seokjin again. He’ll never see Taehyung or Jungkook or anyone again. They’ll find him as an icicle in the springtime, months from now, and nobody will even miss him because he was such a horrible kitty to have snuck out in the first place. The tears freeze as they drip down his face, and so Jimin cries harder.
He cries and sniffles and feels so terribly sorry for himself, his arms hugged tightly around his body - knocking abandoned. He doesn’t know what else he can do.
And then - after who knows how long - there is a snick as the latch to the backdoor unlocks, and the sliding door is pulled across, and Jimin looks up through his tears just in time to see hands reaching out to pull him inside. Big, warm hands, that pull him softly out from the snow and into safety.
“Oh dear, oh dear,” Taehyung frets, as Jimin allows himself to be tugged a sobbing, damp mess into the threshold of the kitchen.
He is so fitfully cold that the warmth of the home is nearly inconsequential. His toes burn from the temperature change, and the snow melts all over, and Jimin can’t stop shaking. He curls into Taehyung’s arms as he shushes him, and puts up no fight as he is corralled across the kitchen and into the living room - stumbling on his feet, barely able to keep standing with how icy and thick his paws feel.
“Where were you?” Jungkook asks in a rush, joining to help Taehyung seat Jimin down on the cot by the fireplace. His feet burn severely from the sudden heat, but he does nothing to pull away - glad to be feeling anything at all. “Jimin, you’re freezing!”
Jimin sniffles, looking up through his tears as Taehyung combs gentle fingers through his damp hair, pushing it back and off his face. He collects as much lingering snow as he can, dumping it off onto the hardwood in a way Seokjin will surely scold them for later.
Oh God , Seokjin.
Jimin cries harder, remembering how much trouble he’ll be in now that he’s safe and inside. What a horrible, terrible kitty he’s been to get himself stuck out in the snow and nearly frozen to death. His teeth chatter, and now that he’s found himself inside, the wetness of his pajamas is only more apparent. It only serves to make him colder, and he wishes he could stop his crying, but he can’t.
“Jimin?” Taehyung prompts softly. He sits on his knees where he’s propped Jimin up against the foot of the couch. His hand continues to comb through his hair, and Jimin leans into the touch with a mewl that sounds even more pitiful to his own ears now that they’ve stopped defrosting. “Jiminie, what happened?”
“I-” Jimin starts, swallowing thickly to try to regain his voice. He wipes hastily at his eyes to clear the tears, but they just keep coming. “I just wanted to see the snow. The door was open and I thought - I didn’t mean to get stuck. I promise I didn’t mean it.”
“Shh,” Taehyung soothes, rubbing lightly at Jimin’s ears to help with the circulation. Despite the slight pain from the lingering cold, it feels good, and Jimin’s breathing calms slightly at the gentle touch. “It’s okay, it’s okay. You were gone for so long we went looking.”
“I knocked and knocked,” Jimin whines. “I knocked and nobody came.”
“We thought you were upstairs - we didn’t think.”
“It was so cold,” Jimin says in a voice that he wishes wasn’t so small. He’s the oldest of the three, but he doesn’t feel like it right now. He feels like the smallest, stupidest kitty in the whole entire world.
Jungkook curls up against his other side, looping his arms around his waist in a way that would be comforting if it didn’t press the damp fabric even closer to his body. A fact which Jungkook clearly notices as he pulls back slightly, tugging gently on the collar of Jimin’s pajamas with a frown.
“You should take these off, Jiminie,” Jungkook says, leaving no room for disagreement. Not that Jimin would disagree. He leans forward as best he can, allowing himself to be manhandled as Jungkook unbuttons the shirt, and then tugs both the top and bottom off his body.
Without the wet cloth he still feels a lingering damp cold from the snow, but it’s better. He can feel at least some of the warmth in his limbs from the fire that crackles just a few feet away. Taehyung tugs a throw blanket off the couch, wrapping it around Jimin’s shoulders, and that, too, helps to stave off the horrible chill.
It’s only once he’s been thoroughly wrapped, his littermates tucked in on either side, that Jimin finally feels most of the cold melt away. His feet still tingle in the aftermath, but it’s nothing near so horrible as the awful pain from the snow. He tucks his feet under Jungkook’s thighs for added warmth and Jungkook lets him, snuggling in closer. A huddled pile of paws and tails under the blanket as they warm Jimin up before the fire. Calm and gentle and serene and oh so much better than the horrible cold of the snow.
Jimin resolves to never ever ever go back. Not in a million years.
“Are you feeling any better?” Jungkook asks after a few minutes, and Jimin nods, relieved to find that he does. Jungkook's hand rests on his sternum and rubs gently back and forth in a way that soothes him into a low purr. “You seem less cold now, at least.”
“That was scary,” Taehyung murmurs, his head resting gently between Jimin’s ears. He’s begun grooming him as they’ve cuddled close, soft licks from the base of his ear to the tip. The roughness of his tongue is a welcome comfort.
“It was. I’m sorry,” Jimin says sadly, curling himself closer into Taehyung to give him better access to his other ear. “I didn’t mean to scare you.”
“It’s okay,” Taehyung says softly. He holds Jimin’s side to maneuver him closer, tilting forward to lick against the other ear. Tiny kitten licks at the base to push the hair into the same direction.
“We’re just glad you’re safe,” Jungkook says. He nuzzles into Jimin’s neck, his nose tucked up tightly beneath his chin. It’s instinctual to allow Jungkook the access to groom him there too. Though there’s no fur there to clean, it doesn’t really matter much.
Jungkook licks softly at Jimin’s throat, his tongue working from his Adam's apple and then following the line of his jaw back towards his hairline. Jimin enjoys the feeling, and giggles as Taehyung becomes distracted by a knot in a tuft of fur by the base of his ear. He feels the slight tug as Taehyung nips at the offending tangle, toying the strand back out and into order by his ministrations.
He allows himself to settle into the soothing comfort of his littermates. He’s warm and cozy- secured tightly within their arms and beneath the blankets. He thinks he could easily doze off like this, but it’s only a few minutes before he finds himself antsy to join in with the others. Although this grooming session began from his own terrible circumstance, he finds himself eager to return the favor. He’d feel even better to be certain his litter is as clean and cozy as he is. What’s more, he ought to repay them for their efforts - for how safe he feels now, despite the harrowing experience from just an hour before.
Jimin turns his head to the side softly, allowing Jungkook more room to lick and nip as he pleases, as he tugs an arm free from the blankets to grab hold of Taehyung’s chin. Taehyung issues no complaint as his neck is positioned better for Jimin to access. He purrs softly, pleased, as Jimin tucks his nose into the hollow of his throat. He licks meticulously, enjoying his scent and the feeling of Taehyung’s skin against his own.
In response, Jimin feels Jungkook readjust himself to continue his gentle grooming. He pulls lightly at the blanket that’s been tucked around Jimin’s shoulder, dragging it down and away to fit himself along the curve of Jimin’s back. His hand on his sternum is steady in its motion, rubbing back and forth lightly in a way that has Jimin shivering in a very different way than he’d been just an hour before.
Jimin works his way slowly from the base of Taehyung’s throat and up. He nips lightly at his jawbone, raising his hand to cup Taehyung’s face so that he can lick softly across his cheeks. The bridge of his nose and the space between his eyebrows. It’s comforting and comfortable and sweet, though the grip Taehyung has at Jimin’s waist is anything but.
And Jimin is no longer cold, and he feels so at ease, spread out before the fire in little more than their pajamas. Jimin in far less than his pajamas. It’s only natural to dip back down, his lips pressing against Taehyung’s own.
And Taehyung purrs softly beneath him without question. He turns his body to allow for an easier fit of their lips against one another. He licks out into Jimin’s mouth as gently as he’d licked across his skin before. A flick of his tongue against Jimin’s own, his breathing stuttering as Jimin moves to press closer.
He tugs himself up using Taehyung’s shoulder as a levy, deepening the kiss. Taehyung’s thumb rubs circles to the skin under Jimin’s eye with one hand, the other tangled loosely in the hair at the base of Jimin’s skull. He purrs in his throat even louder as Jimin drags his hand down to rest across his stomach. Jimin’s fingers itch to dip beneath the elastic of Taehyung’s sleep-pants, but he settles to spread his fingers across the smooth expanse of his belly.
Jungkook huffs a breath against the nape of Jimin’s neck, dissatisfied for being left out. He wraps himself even more tightly to Jimin’s back, alternating between soft nips and gentle suckling to draw his attention. Jimin moans into Taehyung’s mouth, his own purr deepening as Jungkook moves his hands lower. He pushes his hand to Jimin’s stomach now, rubbing softly to tease, his fingers tracing the soft skin, toying with the little hairs that trail down towards his groin.
“You don’t seem cold anymore,” Jungkook whispers, leaning up to speak directly into Jimin’s ear. He licks out into the shell - sucks the tip into his mouth for a moment. He bites lightly with the point of his teeth in a way that has Jimin arching his back further. “Are you?”
“No,” Jimin shakes his head, backing off from Taehyung’s lips, eager to please. Taehyung’s mouth is swollen from kissing, and he resumes his grooming at Jimin’s throat without pause. Wet lips - warm from the fire and from their breath.
Jimin swallows hard. He can feel Jungkook’s cock pressing into his hip now, through the flannel of his own pajamas. His own cock has been hard, though it’s nothing in comparison. He’s always been so easy to tease - to rile up.
He can’t remember the last time he didn’t get worked up while grooming. Soft licks and nips and bites across his skin. Gentle hands and warmth and comfort and everything that makes him melt into the floor - boneless. It’s no different now.
Jungkook takes the opportunity to drag Jimin back towards him and away from Taehyung. It’s always like this together, bumbling and messy and playful. Jungkook and Taehyung are competitive by nature for their size - Jimin the runt, never all that interested in competing in his own right. He allows himself to be wrestled back and to the ground, Jungkook scrambling up to hold him there with the weight of his body. He sniffs triumphantly as Jimin goes pliant, nosing along his sternum with a pleased hum.
Jungkook has always been the most dominant of the three, despite him being the youngest, or perhaps because of that fact, but Jimin doesn’t mind. He tilts his head back so that Taehyung can fit himself back into the crook of his neck, kissing and licking as he pleases. He toys with Jimin’s nipples as he does so, and Jimin mewls in a way that is meant to be pitiful.
His tail flicks out to the side from where it’s been trapped until now, and Jungkook takes no time grabbing hold as he works his way down Jimin’s stomach, leaving nips and kisses in his wake. The blanket, which had been left to pool across Jimin’s waist, is pulled off fully, leaving Jimin bare. In the heat of the fire he isn’t cold, but he shakes anyway, as Jungkook moves to sniff lower.
Jungkook and Taehyung are still dressed completely, and Jimin pouts, reaching across to tug at Taehyung’s collar. It is an act that is misinterpreted, or more likely ignored, as Taehyung pulls himself up to kiss Jimin directly once again.
Soft and languid and just barely enough of a distraction as he feels Jungkook lightly grip the base of his cock. He moans into Taehyung’s mouth as the wet heat of Jungkook’s rough tongue drags against the tip. A slow lick that has Jimin panting, accompanied by the soft threading of Jungkook’s fingers along the length of his tail. He smooths his hand down repetitively, tugging lightly with every stroke.
Jimin whines, feeling Jungkook’s other hand let go of his cock to trail lower, behind his balls. A light touch that does nothing but tease - small circles that are always further from his hole than Jungkook surely knows he wants them. Jimin wriggles slightly, hoping to tempt Jungkook to push further, but he is stopped by Taehyung’s firm hand against his chest.
“Are you going to be good?” Taehyung whispers against his lips. “If you’re good, Jungkookie will fuck you. Is that what you want?”
Jimin nods before the question is even finished, wanting that more than anything. He knows he’s slick by now - can feel it building up in his hole. The drag of Jungkook’s tongue continues at the tip of his cock, his fingers drawing circles in a way that Jimin finds maddening. He wants him inside. His long, thick fingers. His fingers, or Taehyung’s fingers, or both.
Taehyung probably won’t fuck him himself, usually prefering to watch, but he might join in if Jimin begs enough for it. Jimin wants that badly. He squirms at just the thought.
“Or,” Taehyung continues, drawing back slightly. He raises his palm to hold Jimin by his chin, leaning forward to lock eyes. “Should we wait for Jinnie to come home?”
Jimin bucks his hips up without thinking, resulting in a scolding tug of his tail by Jungkook. He mewls loudly at the sensation, his cock twitching again. Jungkook doesn’t ease up on his teasing, and Jimin whines again, reactionary tears threatening to spill over once more.
In his own eagerness, Jimin had forgotten about what led them here, but he remembers once more, now, at the idea of Seokjin coming home. Seokjin coming home with his large hands, capable of holding Jimin down. Seokjin is bigger than even Jungkook in more ways than one. Jimin wants Seokjin home badly.
But Jimin also remembers, in a mix of dread and anticipation, how angry Seokjin will be when he gets home. How he’ll scold Jimin for his foolishness. How he’ll put him back into his collar with the little bell so that Jimin can’t get into any more trouble, and how he’ll hold him down to teach him a lesson and - oh. Oh, Jimin wants that all very much.
“Well, kitten?” Taehyung says, a hint of a smile in his words, as if he can already read Jimin’s answer from his expression alone. He leans in to tug lightly at Jimin’s bottom lip with his teeth, moving his hand back down towards his chest to tweak Jimin’s nipple again. “Is that what you want?”
“Yes,” Jimin agrees in a rush, nodding frantically. He wants Seokjin to come home now and fuck him. He pouts desperately at Taehyung, all but begging. “Yes, please.”
“You think Daddy will come home and fuck you? You want him to bend you over, make you look at the mess you’ve made?”
“Yes, yes,” Jimin nods frantically again, his hips grinding up, only for Jungkook to pin him back down again. He wants exactly that. He wants to feel Seokjin inside and around. He wants to feel it for days, like he feels the remaining buzz of frostbite against his paws. Desperately, he wants that.
Taehyung smiles, coos at Jimin’s eagerness, but Jimin both hears and feels as Jungkook growls in discontent at the idea. He stops his licking, opting to pull back with a hiss, tugging sharply at Jimin’s tail once more. His own tail flicking back and forth in irritation.
“Hyung,” he whines towards Taehyung, his eyes big and imploring, with a frown that says he’s deeply upset not to get his way. It’s a face Jimin knows well, one he’s never been good at denying. “Let me.”
Jimin nods frantically, all too willing to agree. His cock twitches where it rests unattended against his thigh now that Jungkook has paused in his teasing. His finger still moves in light circles beside his hole, though, and Jimin thinks he’d be completely fine with any option so long as someone fucks him. He knows they can smell how wet he is - how badly he wants it. It drives him crazy.
“Don’t you think Jimin deserves it, Jungkookie?” Taehyung asks, ignoring Jimin’s desperate pleas and attempts to wriggle out from under the pressure of his hold. He turns his head to gaze down at Jungkook, where he rests his chin on Jimin’s thigh in petulance. “After all, he’s been bad, hasn’t he?” He swivels his head back to lock eyes with Jimin, his words directed towards Jungkook, still. “Bad little kitties shouldn’t get what they want right away.”
Jimin whines, his ears pressing back flat against his hair.
“I’m not bad,” he mewls desperately, his eyes wide and pleading. “I’ll be good. I will.”
Taehyung smiles, tilts his head to the side with an edge of curiosity. He scritches a claw at Jimin’s nipple, pressing down just slightly in a way that has Jimin arching again.
“No, I don’t think you are,” Taehyung says softly. He flicks his eyes back down towards Jungkook, ignoring the way Jimin whines again. “So, you can touch, and touch, and touch until Seokjin get’s home, but not where Jiminie wants.” He turns his head back to Jimin, leaning down to hover just above his lips - just out of reach. “Seokjinnie can decide for himself what a bad kitty deserves. How does that sound?”
This is a compromise that seems to appease Jungkook, his nose already dipping back down into the divet of Jimin’s hipbone, but Jimin huffs in distaste. He bunny-kicks his feet out at Jungkook, trying to push him off, sick of the teasing now that he knows there won’t be any satisfaction in sight. At least not until Seokjin gets home, and who knows how long Seokjin will take to get home. It could be hours or years. It feels like an eternity since he left, and Jimin isn’t about to spend another eternity waiting for pleasure, not when he could just as easily achieve it himself.
Jungkook, however, proves himself stronger than Jimin’s juvenile attempt to break free. He grabs hold of Jimin’s legs with little effort, pinning them down while Taehyung secures his wrists to do the same. Jimin struggles for just a moment, before Taehyung nips at the tip of his ear just a touch harder than before - a warning - and he slumps back in defeat, a quiet, ineffective hiss on the tip of his tongue.
He huffs a frustrated breath, glaring at his littermates as they hold him down. When it’s obvious he doesn't plan to try again, Jungkook resumes his grooming from earlier, snuffling at Jimin’s groin without any real effort to touch him.
“You’ll be good,” Taehyung whispers against the shell of his ear, licking out to groom the inside better than he had earlier. “And Jinnie will come home, and you’ll tell him all about your day. Right, Jiminie?”
Jimin whines in the back of his throat as Jungkook’s fingers return to trace circles around his hole. He trails his index through the slick and Jimin moans, bucking desperately, only to be disappointed again as his finger is removed just as quickly.
It goes on like that relentlessly, with teasing licks and not-quite-touches that leave Jimin desperate for more. He teeters restlessly on the edge, his cock hard and ignored. He knows Taehyung and Jungkook are hard too. He can smell it, and he can feel it, but there’s nothing he can do but accept what he’s been given.
And then, finally, after an indefinite amount of time that has Jimin straining for a touch - for anything - he hears the soft click of the front door latch. A cool gust of air rolls in, a sign that the snow hasn’t shown any signs of stopping since he achieved safety, and then Jimin hears thunderous footsteps as Namjoon bounds through. He is covered in snow to the tips of his ears, and he shakes himself off decisively in the front hall, Seokjin following behind with a smile, cooing.
Namjoon flits away quickly - off to do whatever business he has upstairs, likely to find Yoongi and Hoseok where the older kitties like to hide - but Seokjin is calm as ever. From the front entrance, he can’t see well into the living room, but Jimin can see him. And so he waits with bated breath, as Seokjin hangs his coat on the hook, and his hat on the peg, and calls out to ask where everyone is.
Because normally the younger kitties scamper up to greet him - always eager for attention - but Jungkook and Taehyung don’t move, and so neither does Jimin. Instead he waits, pinned down by his littermates, as they continue their gentle touching. As they nip and bite and suck - all the things they so easily do with one another on comfortable late evenings.
And it’s just grooming again, except it isn’t.
Except Jimin’s cock is hard, and his hole is slick and he feels restless and antsy and wants to whine out for anyone anywhere to touch him how he wants. But he can’t do that, because this is a punishment. This is a punishment for being a bad kitty, who snuck out into the snow when he wasn’t supposed to, and scared his littermates half to death.
And so he doesn’t whine, though he wants to very much, and instead he waits - allows himself to be found.
“The snow’s really picking up,” Seokjin muses, as he crosses the front hall towards the windows that face the backyard. He peers outside, and Jimin feels caught in more ways than one, as Seokjin’s brow furrows, taking in the state of the yard. He turns around with a raised brow, his gaze dipping down towards the crumpled pile of wet pajamas in the corner, and then towards where Jimin lies before the fireplace, spread out and waiting.
It wouldn’t take a genius to put two and two together, and Seokjin is very smart, Jimin knows.
“Hello, kitties,” Seokjin says slowly, his eyebrows raised at the sight, though not looking very surprised at all. He shoves his hands into his pockets, moving back into the living room and settling himself on the arm of the couch to peer down at the tangle of limbs below. He flicks his eyes to Jimin’s own directly, and Jimin shakes - a heady mix of fear and anticipation that has him slicking up more than he knows what to do with. “What do we have here?”
“Hi Jinnie,” Jimin says weakly, when Taehyung and Jungkook say nothing. His tail flicks nervously - his ears flattening against the top of his head in preparation for the scolding that’s yet to come. A scolding that he hates, but that will surely be followed by a punishment to make it all worth it.
“You know, Jiminie,” Seokjin says, running his fingers through his own hair to fluff it up from wearing his cap for so long. “The kitchen floor is awfully wet. Would you know anything about that?”
And Jimin could answer, but he doesn’t, because he doesn’t think he could come up with any good answer if he tried. And he’s certain Seokjin is right, with how much snow he tracked in earlier, there’s probably a whole puddle left behind. He’s sure Seokjin has already put the entire puzzle together in his head.
After all, Jimin is a bad kitty. He gets into trouble an awful lot, though he promises it’s never on purpose. He’s just curious, is all.
His tail flicks from side to side slowly, but he says nothing. Instead he puts forth the biggest pout he has - his eyes wide as he looks anywhere but into Seokjin’s steady gaze, and his ears flattening against his hair. Cute and small and just a little kitty cat, after all.
A little kitty who didn’t know any better, honest.
“Well,” Seokjin says, crouching low beside them. He doesn’t bother to draw Jungkook back, from where he remains nestled at Jimin’s groin, nor does he stop Taehyung in his continued grooming and scenting. Instead he tuts a finger below Jimin’s chin, forcing him to meet his eyes. “Mistakes happen. Let’s see what we can do.”