"I'm the owner of this damn city. Who the fuck are you?"

“God, I fucking love you,” Jimin sighs. “Happy birthday.”

"You wanna be good, don't you?" Jimin trembles, his body taut, back arched and he makes a small, pitiful sound. "Say it." Yoongi licks his lips. "Say it, petal."

“I love this cat more than I love you.”

“I'm surprised you survived out there."

"You have a cat?" "He's not mine," Yoongi replies. "He lives here. Doesn't even pay the bills."

“I'll see you soon, yeah? Sooner than you think.”

Seokjin scoffs. "Yeah, well, good luck with that. Either way, we have our work cut out for us."

"'s okay, you're busy." Jimin sniffs and then rubs a hand over his face. "Where's Sugar?" Yoongi looks around the bed. "Ah, he's behind you, don't kick him." "Got it."

"Jimin-" "I called him Sugar!" Fuck. "You-" Yoongi takes a deep breath. "You gave it a name." Jimin frowns. "Yes, of course I did.” He wants to keep the goddamn cat.

"Jimin, are you okay?" Yoongi asks as he carefully steps towards the bed. "No, 'm not," Jimin responds and, yes, now he does sound snappy and mad. "'m not okay."

“He came every Wednesday, every week, he wouldn't miss a day. He had a thing for me.”

“Enjoying it?” Yoongi looks at him. “What?” “The sight. You look like you are.” Doll smiles sweetly, but Yoongi can see the mirth in his eyes.

“You're human,” Namjoon says. “You're human and you know how he's feeling.”

"Jimin, use your words, like last time what?" "Call me that again," Jimin says in the end. "Like last time." "Petal."

“It was the same day he brought me a present, a necklace. A pretty necklace, real gold.”

"Namjoon is as wise and brilliant as he’s emotional."

“the tide always comes back.”

“It feels like a tide.”

The succubus opens the door and then turns around. “Ah, if you ever feel like coming again, don't do it as Min Yoongi.” Jimin says with a lazy smirk. “Do it as a client.”

“There’s a tender tide lapping at his feet and an unmoving hummingbird in his hand.”