Chapter 3
A few hours later.
Yoongi laid with his back resting on a pillow squashed against the wall. His eyes unfocused as he took a tiny bite of a French fry, crooning. “You make great fries.” he commented in appreciation of the thin, crunchy, golden exterior that gave way to the mushy interior.
Jimin hummed, a bag of ice resting on his pussy, his legs spread wide, his back against a kid-sized bear plush.
Out of nowhere, Jimin said, " I have a lot of expectations for my birthday. You promised that it will be something I'll never forget! "
Yoongi hummed, rubbing the ice on the entire surface of the pussy "of course, baby. Only the best for my precious!"
Later that night.
As soon as Yoongi put foot in his bedroom, he heard his phone ring with a message.
Glancing at the message on his phone that said Jimin’s birthday gift was ready he smiled.
“He'd go crazy for it.” he thought.
"It was surely going to be the best birthday present"