Your lip piercing still tingled from the cold metal you’d recently added, a shiny little rebel move that Yoongi, of course, had to comment on every time you met up.

“You’re really trying to out-bad-boy me, huh?” he smirked the last time, running his thumb across your bottom lip like he owned it.

Today though... oh, you had plans.

He was sprawled on your couch, hoodie halfway off his shoulder, hair messy, lip ring gleaming like it had its own attitude. You straddled him casually, all mock innocence.

“What now?” he grinned, sensing your mischief from a mile away.

“Oh, nothing... just wanted to try something experimental,” you purred, holding up a delicate but firm silver chain.

“What the hell is that?” Yoongi raised an eyebrow.

Without answering, you clipped one end to your lip ring. Then, in one bold, cocky move, you leaned in and attached the other side to his.

Now... lips practically fused, you whispered against him, “Guess you’re stuck with me, Min Yoongi.”

His eyes went wide, but that cocky smile tugged at his mouth. “You’re insane.”

You smirked back. “And you love it.”

For a moment, neither of you moved, breathing mingling, lips brushing just enough to drive each other crazy. He tugged the chain with his teeth, testing it.

“Looks like we’re locked in, babe. Literally.”

And in that chaotic, breathless silence, you both knew—this game had zero rules now.