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[crystalsnowmins]

Yoonmin Scenario #9

3k words of tooth-rotting fluff and mild angst

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Non-Au, In which Yoongi addresses Jimin as an angel every day and slowly Jimin got used to that name that he starts believing he’s is an angel, more so he’s Yoongi’s angel.

Yoongi enters their dorm with a sigh and kicks the door close. It’s exceptionally late and he knows everybody is already asleep. Namjoon came a few hours earlier to his studio, asking him to leave as well, but Yoongi stayed behind to finish composing the song.

He treads through the hall and heard the sound of TV still playing. Maybe one of the boys kept it on before they slept. Seeing that it was a disturbance, Yoongi walks towards the couch area to switch off the TV, only to cast his eyes on the figure sleeping on the couch.

He sighs first and then switches off the TV before moving towards the figure. He bends down to take a good look at Jimin’s face before letting a smile take over his face.

“Jiminie,” He whispers before shaking him a little. “Wake up, angel.” Yoongi tries again before caressing his face. “Jiminie,” When he calls the third time, Jimin groans a little bit before opening his eyes faintly, acknowledging Yoongi.

“Hyung…,” He groans and hides his face in the cushion.

“Jiminie, let’s go to bed. Don’t sleep out here, angel.” Jimin doesn’t respond, he nods but doesn’t move. Yoongi shakes him again, thinking he has fallen asleep again, but Jimin groans in frustration. “Jimin, c’mon, you know you don’t want to sleep here. It’s bad for your body, baby.” Yoongi then takes his hand and pats Jimin’s head, threading his finger through Jimin’s luscious, soft hair.

Jimin takes his time to sit down first, eyes still closed and his already plump lips in full pout. Yoongi stands in front of him and keeps running his fingers through Jimin’s hair as the latter rest his forehead on Yoongi’s stomach.

Finally, he stands up to Yoongi’s height and sleepily smiles at him. “Would you carry me?” Jimin asks in his rough voice. Yoongi halfheartedly snorts and pulls him towards his room.

He carefully opens the door so as to not disturb Hoseok and push Jimin lightly inside the room. Jimin must be really sleepy if he has his eyes closed and trust his hyung would tuck him properly. Which Yoongi does, he waits for Jimin to go under the blanket and then drape it over his body. Yoongi, however, doesn’t get in the bed with Jimin, he simple kneels down to Jimin’s level.

“Get in,” Jimin demands.

“I’ve to go back to the studio,” Yoongi whispers in the darkness, the lamp shading gently Jimin’s face, who frowns.

“At…,” Jimin takes a look at the digital clock, “two-thirty in the middle of the night?” He wonders.

“I’ve got a song to finish, Jiminie. I’m feeling inspired, I’ll finish that song tonight and rest all day tomorrow, hmm?” Yoongi smiles softly at him, patting his hair once again. Jimin’s eyes flutter a little bit at the action.

“Waited for you,” He slurs, eyes closing and then slowly opening again.

“Told you to never wait for me,” Yoongi softly chides at him. For few seconds, no one says anything, Jimin’s eyes closed and chest moving steadily. So Yoongi believes he has slept again until Jimin opens his mouth again.  

“Hyung-,”

“I’m here still,” Yoongi assures him.

“Do you want…,” He rubs his lips together, “me to come to the studio with you? To give you company?” He asks, moving closer to Yoongi and humming in content at Yoongi’s hand movement.

“How about you sleep in, angel?” He suggests. “Once I’m done, I’ll come back and join you, yeah?” Jimin sleepily nods. Yoongi waits to confirm that Jimin has completely fallen asleep before he gets up again and takes his hand off. When Jimin doesn’t make a noise of complain, he knows he has slept. So Yoongi properly covers him again. He bends down and leaves a soft kiss on Jimin’s forehead before moving to Hoseok’s bed and covering him as well.

He checks every member before leaving for the studio once again.

The name ‘angel’, that Jimin has come to like so much, slipped once from Yoongi’s mouth at the starting of their relation. Yoongi has always thought as Jimin to be an angel because no human can be like Jimin.

So kind, so giving, so beautiful.

He’d wake up to Jimin’s beautiful face and tousled hair. He’d feel jealous of Jimin’s relationship with Taehyung and how he treats his same-aged friend not because he wants all Jimin’s attention but because he also wanted someone of his age. He sees how Jimin is so ready to give away things, whether it’s his food to the maknae or his accessories to Taehyung. How he’s there for all the members like a backbone, supporting them, making them feel at ease and crying with them, making fun of them in front of the camera, but apologizing and praising them behind the camera.

And maybe these were all the small reason that Yoongi fell for Jimin and one day end up calling him ‘angel’ to which Jimin grew so fond and demanded Yoongi to call him that only, and who’s Yoongi to deny?

While everybody left after practising, Jimin stayed behind go polish his moves more. Yoongi knows he’s doing better, much better but Jimin has the tendency to think low of himself until somebody hits him and ask him to stop before he tires his body out.

And it’s been two hours since the practice was over, while few members went back to home, Namjoon, Hoseok and Yoongi stayed back in their studios and Jimin at the dance practice room. When this came to Yoongi’s knowledge, he immediately went down to see him.

He opens the door to the practice room and hears the blasting music and a sweaty Jimin practising in front of the mirror. He leans against the door for a minute before deciding that it’s enough. He walks over to the music station and he’s pretty sure Jimin has seen him by now through the mirror.

“Enough, Jimin,” Yoongi softly scolds, turning off the song.

Jimin whines and turns around to face him, “Hyung, just a few minutes more, I was almost done.” He pouts, knowing Yoongi is weak to it, to which Yoongi would agree.

“It’s been two hours, angel, that’s more than few minutes,” Yoongi says, folding his arms and leaning back against the speaker.

“I’m not getting this one step-,”

“Jiminie, I saw you practising, I think you’re doing fine, stop it now.” Yoongi doesn’t get angry easily, especially at Jimin but sometimes the latter makes it easier. It’s not his anger but his frustration over Jimin’s conscious self.

“Just a few minutes for, hyung, I promise I’ll go home after that, just a little bit more,” Jimin begs, coming closer to him and being all cute and whatnot. Yoongi sighs and nods.

Jimin smiles and nods as well. Yoongi decided to stay with Jimin since he has nothing to do because anyway he was just relaxing in his studio. But then he gets a call from Hoseok for some help and Yoongi leaves Jimin with a promise that he will go home eventually after those “few minutes”.

After what felt like an eternity, Yoongi finally leaves Hoseok’s studio to go to the practice room. He believes Jimin has left but after hearing the faint music again, his frustration resurfaces again. He opens the door and glares at Jimin who immediately stop and widens his eyes, being caught red-handed.

“It’s been forty-five minutes,” Yoongi deadpans.

Jimin starts to move again, packing up his things hastily while Yoongi stands at the door. He would laugh seeing Jimin tumble over his own feet in the haste of packing up but he’s really angry at Jimin so he can’t laugh no matter how funny the situation is.

“Sorry, sorry, hyung. I lost track of time.” Jimin genuinely apologises and shuts off the music.

“For the last two hours and forty-five minutes?” Yoongi asks, following his movements. Jimin finally stands up and sheepishly looks at him.

“Forgive me?” Jimin asks, standing in front of him, all sweaty and cute.

“Go home and shower, you stink.” Yoongi scowls, making sure Jimin knows he’s angry. Jimin pouts.

“Will you come home?” Jimin softly asks, holding Yoongi’s hand innocently as if he just didn’t anger the latter.

“I’ll come home with the guys,” Yoongi confirms. “But I don’t know when, so don’t wait for me.” He looks at Jimin with a hard gaze and cute pout.

“Can I sleep in your bed?” Jimin tentatively asks, knowing his hyung is still upset with him.

Yoongi sighs, his resolve breaking a little, “Okay,” He nods. Jimin leans in and leaves a peck on Yoongi’s lips.

“Goodnight, hyung.” He whispers against his lips and moves back, stepping aside to leave.

“Goodnight, angel,” Yoongi says and smiles a little for Jimin.

Since Yoongi has started to call Jimin angel, the latter heart has completely bloomed. At first, when Yoongi slipped the words ‘cute’ or ‘baby’, Jimin would feel a little embarrassed in front of others when they would snicker how Yoongi is so whipped.

But now it’s different, yes, they teased him at the starting when Yoongi called him ‘angel’ and yes, Jimin felt embarrassed, but when Yoongi constantly called him an angel, he didn’t heed to other’s teasing. He would get all blushy and smile so big that his eyes would get hidden.

When he asked about why Yoongi calls him angel one night, the latter spilt everything he thinks about Jimin and it might have been the greatest confession of the century but Yoongi has long back confessed to him, yet Jimin felt superior at the same.

He knew Yoongi wouldn’t lie about his feelings towards Jimin, just like he wouldn’t lie about how he really thinks Jimin’s an angel. And Jimin feels proud because he’s just not an angel, he’s Yoongi’s angel, nobody dares to call him that out of context unless the members are teasing and making him all flustered.

They hardly fight, Yoongi is so whipped and soft for Jimin that he hardly raises his voice at the younger and when he does, the hell breaks loose, the volcano erupts somewhere and the waterfall happens at full force. But directly or indirectly, whatever the reason maybe, Yoongi is never angry at Jimin, never could be.

At it wasn’t like that this time, he’s just been too busy in the studio, producing songs that he hardly gets time to go home. It’s so far that sometimes Yoongi decides to stay in the studio and sleep. And somewhere he understands Jimin’s concerns but Yoongi tries to ignore them.

He didn’t mean to raise his voice at Jimin, he never would. But he did.

“Stop whining, Jimin!” Yoongi raises his voice, turning his chair to look at him sitting on the couch now aware of Yoongi’s raised voice. “I’m trying to fucking produce a song here, but you’ve been buzzing around me like an annoying fly, just stop talking for fuck’s sake.” Jimin is first really confused at the change of behaviour.

“Hyung, I-,”

“No, just go home. Stop annoying me. If you have nothing to do, then find something to do. But don’t fucking buzz in my ears, I’m trying to work here.” Yoongi stands up abruptly, glares a little at Jimin before turning around to his equipment. He does hear Jimin at all for a moment.

“Is my caring that annoying to you, hyung?” Jimin asks, eyes watery. Jimin’s not weak, he doesn’t easily let himself cry in front of his members and there was never a time where his members raised their voices at him. But Yoongi has spoilt him too much, made him laugh and smile too much that he has forgotten how to cry when someone disregards his kindness.

“You know it’s no-,”

“I wanted to make sure you’re okay, that you’re not exerting yourself, holding yourself in the studio, that you come home at time and rest but I read it wrong, I’m probably annoying you and disturbing you like a fucking fly,” Jimin spat, taking his belongings.

“Jiminie-,”

“I don’t want to talk to you, you’ve hurt me, hyung.” Jimin let his tears fall and open the door to leave. Yoongi sighs as the door close behind Jimin. He is fucking perfectly aware how hurt Jimin is.

Yoongi leaves with Hoseok while Namjoon decides to stay back for few more hours. Surprisingly they go home earlier than before. While Hoseok is scrolling through his phone and updating Yoongi about today’s news, the latter can’t help but wonder about Jimin. He tried calling Jimin but his boyfriend is ignoring the calls and even the messages. He tried to apologise but it’s being given no heed. Jimin must be really fucking mad at him.

When they reach their home, Hoseok goes to his shared bedroom with Jimin while Yoongi throws his belongings on his bed and starts to look around for Jimin, which was not difficult to find because the younger was sitting on the couch with Taehyung, playing games on their phones.

“Taehyung-ah,” Yoongi calls, he could see Jimin’s ears prick up at Yoongi’s voice, probably now aware of his presence. Taehyung turns to look at Yoongi who signals him to leave. He nods and gets up not before tapping Jimin’s thigh.

“Jim-,”

Jimin stands up before Yoongi can talk and walk towards his room. Yoongi sighs, this is going to be difficult than he thought. But he won’t give up, he has mistaken and upset Jimin, his angel and he would make up. He has no pride when it comes to Jimin. So he walks towards where Jimin went.

“I’m going to keep following you, no matter where you go, angel.” Yoongi lightly says and Hoseok looks at both of them, raising his eyes at Yoongi, who shake his head no. “Seokseok-ah, do you mind leaving us alone?” Yoongi asks and Jimin clenches his jaws when Hoseok agrees.

“Hobi hyung, stay here, it’s your room, Yoongi hyung will leave. He must be tired after producing songs and being annoyed by a fly.” Jimin grits out and Yoongi lets out a loud sigh. Hoseok looks at Yoongi and he nods at Hoseok to leave, who collects his laptop and does so.

Yoongi walks over to Jimin, sprawled on his bed on his stomach, watching videos of some sort. He stands and watches Jimin completely ignoring him.

“Jiminie,” Yoongi tries calling, and Jimin turning his head away. “Angel-,”

“Don’t call me that,” Jimin scowls. “I’m like a fly to you anyway,” He reminds.

“You know I didn’t mean it, Jiminie.” He sits down on the bed and lays next to Jimin’s body, watching the video with him.

“It seemed like you did,” Jimin bitterly say. Yoongi looks at him and makes sure Jimin knows it.

“You’re my comfort, Jimin, how could I ever find you annoying?” Yoongi nudges and brush Jimin’s fringe away from his face. “Look at me,” He softly demands.

“Quite the opposite of what you said earlier,” Jimin pushes his hand away and turns his back to him.

“Jiminie, plea-,”

“If you think after saying all those things, you can come and apologize, then leave. I don’t want your apology. I understood what I am to you.” Jimin coldly says, taking his earphones to block out Yoongi’s voice.

Yoongi doesn’t give up, he really feels bad now, he didn’t realize how bad it must have sounded and affected Jimin. He should have known how sensitive his angel is, he should have known before speaking. Yoongi moves towards him and hug him from behind and tightens his hold when Jimin tries to push him away.

“I’m sorry, angel. I’m so sorry. I could never find you annoying. You mean so much to me, Jimin, you have no idea. Each day is spent in worry that I’ll fuck up and you’ll leave and every night when I come home to see you on my bed, I feel relieved.” Yoongi rubs his stomach through the clothing.

“I’ve been stressed so much, the expectations and competition to do better, for the team, for myself, for the fans. I know it’s not an excuse, but I’m so sorry, angel. Fuck, sometimes I let myself not care about me because I know you do, you always do. I want you to care for me, love me, fucking drag me out of the studio and make me rest.” Jimin slowly turns to him and looks at Yoongi with tears in his eyes. Yoongi takes his fingers and wipes the fallen ones.

“I love you, angel.” He kisses his forehead. “You know I didn’t mean a single thing, Jimin. I’m sorry for how I made you feel, you’re not supposed to feel anything less than what you are and you are mine, my angel and I’m sorry. Take your time in forgiving me, yeah? I couldn’t breathe with the fact that I told you all those things and made you sad, angel. So I wanted to apologize.” He caresses his soft cheeks as Jimin slightly sobs.

“Made me feel so bad for caring,” Jimin complains in a low voice, looking down at his chest.

“Oh, angel…,” Yoongi pulls his closer and this time Jimin doesn’t push him away but let himself get engulfed in the warmth.

“Called me a fly,” Jimin says, hitting lightly on Yoongi’s chest.

“Called me annoying,”

“You’re none of those,” Yoongi affirms, kissing the top of his head. “I’m sorry, Jiminie,” Yoongi whispers again. “When I get out of my character again, hit me and remind him whom I am talking to, okay?” He commands.

“Whom are you talking to?” Jimin asks, pulling away and looking at Yoongi confusedly.

“To my angel,” Yoongi cheekily answers, cheeks puffed out in proudness. Jimin giggles with his stained cheeks and hides his face again, hitting Yoongi for being so sappy. He pulls away again to steal a kiss.

“I love you too, hyung,” Jimin mumbles against his lips.

“Thank god,” Yoongi sighs in relief, “Otherwise I was going to write few sad songs,” Jimin chuckles loudly at that.

“Can you write a song for me?” Jimin asks, looking into his so lovingly with such an innocent question.

“You want another one?” Jimin nods. “Okay, angel,” Yoongi confirms and kiss his forehead again.

Jimin has gotten so used to Yoongi calling him angel that he hates when the older calls him any other name and even though it’s been few years, his heart still flutters and hammers loudly in his chest.

“Hyung,” Jimin walks over to Yoongi, resting on the couch in the waiting room after their performance. When he hears him, Yoongi opens his eyes lazily and smile at him. “That was awesome, wasn’t it?” He’s still buzzing with adrenaline.

“That was,” Yoongi affirms.

“Did I do well?” Jimin hopefully asks, eyes big and lips forming a smile.

“You did so well, angel. I’m so proud of you,” Yoongi honestly answers and quickly pecks him. Even though the staff is aware of their relation, Yoongi still doesn’t like PDA and Jimin respects that.

Jimin knows Yoongi wouldn’t ever lie to him, if Yoongi says he’s an angel, then he is, at least angel in disguise. And Jimin has adapted to that name, he believes he’s an angel, Yoongi makes him believe that he is special.

“Wah, Jimin-ah, you look so cute in the picture. You look like a fairy.” Namjoon comments between all the gibberish everybody around them was speaking.

“I’m an angel,” Jimin confidently answers, hiding his blush by being cutely cocky. Yoongi smiles and bites his lips slyly before concentrating back on the game.

He’s Yoongi’s angel.

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I'm still not over that fact that Jimin calls himself angel or fairy and then I had to write this.

Like I said, very mild angst cause I am too soft for my babies.

[crystalsnowmins]

Navi 1

Yoonmin Scenarios from 1-10

Yoonmin Scenario #1

College!AU in which Yoongi runs away from an abusive relationship and finds himself meeting Jimin (a total stranger), who’s all smiles and positivity and wants to help his hyung recover, but would it be possible with Yoongi’s Anthropophobia?

Yoonmin Scenario #2

Non AU! In which, Yoongi has had trouble sleeping for a long time but it got worse this time. And he knows it’s deteriorating with his health if the paleness and eye bags prove anything. He tried every method to sleep, meditation, listening to calm music, drinking chamomile tea, changing his sleeping position, you name it, but Min Yoongi couldn’t bring himself to sleep, which was bad since he has activities to do. He felt like he’s slowly dying and Yoongi missed sleeping. He really wanted to sleep and wake up fresh the next day.

Yoonmin Scenario #3  

Cat Hybrid!AU in which Yoongi one day woke up to a very naked man on top of him, giving kitten licks to his own hand. And also, is that a pair of fucking kitten ears on this guy? Later that day, with lots of caffeine intake he comes to understand that it’s his own cat– Minnie (in a human form apparently) and no he didn’t fuck anyone last night with a weird kink. Well, that’s out of the way.

Yoonmin Scenario #4

Arranged Marriage! AU, In which Yoongi unwillingly had to marry Jimin to inherit his father’s business because surely, Yoongi wouldn’t want his father’s company to go into wrong hands aka his father’s right hand’s son. Yoongi begrudgingly marries Jimin so he can have the company as per his dad’s wish. And Jimin, being homeless, he needed a place to stay and eat until he finishes his college, so he agreed to this fake arranged marriage.

Yoonmin Scenario #5

Christmas!Au, In which, despite’s Yoongi horrible decorations of Christmas trees in the past years, Jimin makes him decorate the Christmas tree this year as well because, “Yoongi, you have to be in the Christmas spirit! So stop complaining and help me around, will you?” And Yoongi begrudgingly had to help him because surely Yoongi doesn’t want to shovel the snow from their driveway.

Yoonmin Scenario #6

Christmas!AU, In which Jimin burns his tongue on hot cocoa and Yoongi’s first instinct was to spray canned, cold whipped cream in Jimin’s mouth like a fire extinguisher.

Yoonmin Scenario #7

Christmas!Au, In which Jimin tries really hard to bring Yoongi under the mistletoe so that he can have his first kiss with Yoongi but then he knocks over the Christmas tree and everyone’s staring at him, including Yoongi and he feels ashamed and wants to run away.

Yoonmin Scenario #8

Christmas!AU, In which Jimin sees Yoongi struggling with his sister in the ice skating rink and moving like a newborn giraffe and he can’t look away from the scene (more so, Yoongi).

Yoonmin Scenario #9  

Non-Au, In which Yoongi addresses Jimin as an angel every day and slowly Jimin got used to that name that he starts believing he’s is an angel, more so he’s Yoongi’s angel.

Yoonmin Scenario #10

New Year!AU, In which Jimin get into an accident on New Year’s Day and Yoongi looks so distraught seeing his boyfriend all injured, but Jimin seems to think it’s all funny and he is laughing his ass off at Yoongi’s choice of attire. It hurts his ribs when he laughs. And Yoongi wants to kill Jimin anyway. (But not really).

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Yoonmin Scenario #10

2k words of fluff again because I'm too soft for hard shit.

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New Year!AU, In which Jimin get into an accident on New Year’s Day and Yoongi looks so distraught seeing his boyfriend all injured, but Jimin seems to think it’s all funny and he is laughing his ass off at Yoongi’s choice of attire. It hurts his ribs when he laughs. And Yoongi wants to kill Jimin anyway. (But not really).

Yoongi sighs umpteenth time as he gets off the phone with one of the clients from Australia. He groans when stretching his body and looks at the time. Still 17.30 pm. It seems like as the midnight is approaching for a new year, the time is stilling or rather going extremely slow.

He can’t wait to go home to his boyfriend and just spend a new start with him. Even on the 31st of December, 2017, Yoongi is still at the office working his ass off because people find holidays to fucking inquire and get their anger off onto some stranger on the phone. And isn’t it great?

He has sent almost half of his staff to go back for New Year, because he’s not heartless, not until Jimin came into his life and took him into a whirlwind. To others, he has become tolerable but still a universal asshole of a boss. And isn’t it nice to hear that from your own PA aka your childhood friend?

And although, Park Jimin sweetly asked him to stay, bribed him with seduction and lot of kisses and cuddles, he just couldn’t because, “Would you want your boss to party while you all are working your ass off?” And Jimin kept quiet, understanding Yoongi’s situation as well. So he sent him off with a sweet kiss and a promise to meet soon.

That soon is taking a lot of time and Yoongi almost wished he was back home, cuddled with his love instead of hearing complaints from the clients. But hey! He’s gonna take for the team because isn’t that what CEO of the company does? ISN'T IT?!

Yoongi slams his fist on the table.

His, oh so lovely, boyfriend has sent so many selcas of his that it’s not helping the situation. He’s teasing the fuck out of him with messages as such:

-Missing you, hyung ☹️☹️☹️

-Danbi feeling down because daddy is not here to cuddle us. (With a photo of Danbi aka their cat and Jimin cuddling together.)

And oh, how Yoongi wishes he was holding and cuddling them.

-Hwaiting, Yoongi! (With a picture of Jimin fisting his hands and smiling preciously.)

That was an hour ago when Yoongi was so frustrated with the image that he replied he’s going to kill everyone and run home to Jimin. It took his boyfriend to reply back in 15 minutes the last message.

But that was not the last message because Jimin has sent one more when Yoongi was on phone.

From Jiminie ☀️

-Hyung, I forgot the pie. I’m going to buy some. I’ll see you at home.

P.S. come home and ditch everyone, please.

Yoongi sighs.

To Jiminie ☀️

-Sure, sunshine. Drive safely.

It was around 22:45 when Yoongi was allowed to go home and send everyone home as well. He has never felt so happy in his life, going back home to his lovely boyfriend. When he arrives, he loosens his tie and call out for Jimin but hear no response, so he moves further into the kitchen, hoping he’ll find Jimin there, but to his surprise, the younger wasn't there as well but he left a note.

If I am late, then don’t worry. You know how I venture out during holidays, but I promise to return soon.

Till then freshen up and wait for me!

Love you xx

So Yoongi exactly does that, he takes a steaming shower until the bathroom is fogged up. He comes out with a towel wrapped around his waist and goes for his closet to take out his night attire. Now Jimin is usually not an expensive boyfriend, but he likes holidays a little too much and he buys things that match holidays, not that Yoongi minds but he definitely minds a pair of night suit with bears on it and happy new year written everywhere.

He contemplates before deciding to wear it. Whatever makes Jimin happy. So he takes the pant and only when he’s about to wear it, there are impatient knocks and continuous doorbell rings. He frowns and moves out to the hall to open the door, simultaneously, wearing his pajamas for the night.

When he opens the door, there’s a wild and very worn out looking Hoseok.

“Please don’t tell me there’s another glitch and we have to stay, I’m going insane here, it’s new-,” Yoongi starts to whine in his throat

“Yoongi,” Hoseok calmly calls him. “It’s Jimin,” Is all he says and wait for Yoongi’s reaction who only frowns.

“Jimin?” Yoongi looks behind to see his boyfriend but finds no one. But Hoseok is shaking his head no, face looking distressed. Same, Yoongi thinks.

“He’s at the hospital, Yoongi,” Hoseok stresses, getting an incoming call but ignoring it.

“I never liked you being dramatic, why is Jimin at the hospital?” Yoongi rushedly says and feels the nerves start to kick in and he hopes it’s not what he think-

“He was in an accident, his car-,” And suddenly Yoongi is wearing his shirt from today and rushing out from home with Hoseok.

They settle in Yoongi’s car and he bounces his leg in anticipation and bites on his nails (a bad habit that Jimin has been trying to get rid of). Apparently, Jimin’s phone has been damaged during the accident, so when he reached the hospital, he gave Taehyung’s number for a family. And then Taehyung informed everyone.

“He’s fine,” Hoseok hopefully provides, which didn't work because the driver was slow due to snow and also new year’s traffic.

“Fuck, shit!” Yoongi growls and holds his own things.

“Yoongi, calm down. Tae says he’s okay, minor injuries, nothing to be worried about. He’s fine.” Hoseok says, constantly on phone with Taehyung as Yoongi left his in the office.

“He’ll be dead, when I see him,” Yoongi grits.

When they finally reach the hospital, Yoongi taps his shoes impatiently as the receptionist takes his sweet time to tell the room number. When they finally find the room number, Yoongi is sprinting off, as if he didn’t reach soon, Jimin will leave, or is in too much pain without Yoongi by his side

But when he opens the door, the brat is laughing with Taehyung and Jungkook. He sees Yoongi and smiles brighter at his boyfriend, “Yoongi-hyung!” He greets, looking like he didn’t have a fucking car accident.

Like Hoseok said, he doesn’t look terrible, his face a small scar on his hairline, which he’s going to bitch about it for long, and his lips are busted. He has a neck brace but he looks fine, doesn’t look like he’s dying and that’s a relief. He sighs at the young man but then hardens his glare and Jimin pouts, knowing what’s to come.

“You fuc-,”

“Hyung wait!” Jimin puts out his tiny palm in front of him, “Before you say anything,” He bites his lips as if stifling his laughs and Yoongi groans, “What the hell are you wearing?” And then he’s bursting out in laughter along with others, even Hoseok, who tried his best to not laugh all the way.

Yoongi looks irritated but then he looks down at his attire and realises. He feels the blush coming onto his cheeks, making him feel hot. He’s fucking wearing those bear pajama, his crunched office shirt and a very expensive Armani shoes without socks. What a fashionista.

“Shut up, Park Jimin,” Yoongi mutters irritably and glares at him which makes him stop and hit Taehyung to stop him as well.

“I’m sorry?” Jimin provides.

“Sorry wouldn't cut the shit!” Yoongi scoffs.

“But I’m okay!” Jimin protest.

“And what if something could have happened terribly?” Yoongi asks, silencing every little talk around. “On the starting of a new year, that too!” He exaggerates. “Then what?” He glares at Jimin who was looking down in guilt.

“But I’m okay,” He repeats quietly. “I’ve sprained my neck, but it’s nothing terrible, hyung,” Jimin explains and holds Yoongi’s arm with both his hands.

“Why did you even have to go out?” Yoongi knows there’s no point in arguing when Jimin is okay but does he fucking wants to start a fight with the younger! His anger is solely due to the worry and terrible thoughts in his mind for Jimin. Things could have gotten wrong, things could have turned out terrible, he would-

“I told you I’ll be buying some pie,” Jimin reminds and Yoongi knows that but it was a rhetorical question anyway. “You like pie,” He whispers, smiling innocently at Yoongi.

“I like you a little too much,” Yoongi mutters with a scowl and Jimin smiles prettily, doe-like eyes sparkling even in this situation. Yoongi would like to think its because of him and not because Park Jimin is naturally a happy and positive person. Jimin pulls him closer until Yoongi his touching his sides.

“I’m really okay, hyung. I promise. I know you were worried, but I’m here and alive and not going anywhere.” He promises and Yoongi sighs, taking his other hand and running through Jimin’s hair and the younger closes his eyes.

“Why didn't you call me?” He bitterly mumbles and gives a sideways glance to Taehyung who nervously looks away.

“Because I know you’d be worried and having a heart attack on the way.” He jokes and Yoongi glares but also thinks Jimin is right. He might have died before he could’ve killed Jimin first. “Plus, you had a packed schedule, I didn’t-,”

“You dare finish that sentence and I will cut your tongue,” Yoongi warns and Jimin gives a nervous chuckle, before zipping up his lips and throwing the imaginary key.

“I was hoping to get out of this without you finding it, so I didn’t call you.” Jimin clarifies calmly.

“Oh yeah?” Yoongi sarcastically asks and moves back, taking his hand away from Jimin’s hold and hair. “With that big ass neck brace, you could have fooled me,” His glare is as intent as Jimin’s pout and as much as Yoongi wants to cuddle Jimin and take care of him, he’s just too angry at Jimin being ignorant.

“Yoongi-,” Hoseok calls carefully.

“No!” Yoongi says, “Don't take this brat’s side, especially you, Hoseok-ah!” He points at him and Hoseok surrenders, raising his hands and moving back, giving an apologetic smile to Jimin who understands because nobody wants to lose their job even though he wouldn’t.

“Things could have gone terribly! Don’t you realize that Jimin! I’m worried sick here because you were being careless and something could have happened to you. Do you think it’s a joke? Do you know what I felt when Hoseok told me? I felt numb, I thought I lost you. Do you know how-,” And then somewhere a loud ring goes off, interrupting Yoongi’s lecture.

“Whose-,” But before he could ask, he’s suddenly pulled by Jimin and feeling his lips. He shocked for exactly 10 seconds, registering what is happening when he hears shouting from outside, shouts of celebration. Oh, god. It’s 2018 now! Jimin is still kissing him without any response from the older.

“Hyung…,” Jimin whispers against his lips, due to lack of response and Yoongi is cupping his cheeks and kissing in properly for the first time in 2018. They move without any rush, although Yoongi is pressing his lips hard against Jimin. The latter rests his hands on Yoongi’s and gave it squeeze of assurance.

“I could’ve lost you tonight,” Yoongi mumbles, breaking their kiss.

“Hyung, happy new year,” Jimin mumbles, moving forward to steal another kiss to which Yoongi reciprocated faster this time.

“Gross, okay. Disgusting.” Jungkook scrunches his nose up at the PDA. Yoongi gives him the finger.

“Happy new year, baby.” Yoongi smiles and looks at his boyfriend. “Let’s make this year ours this time as well, hmm?” Jimin eagerly nods. “I love you,” He whispers so that only Jimin hearts and kisses him again.

“I love you too, Yoongi-hyung.” Jimin genuinely says, “Now move, because my lips are numb.” He points cutely at his busted lips and Yoongi nods, standing up and caressing his face.

“Go home, kids. I’ll be here. Enjoy with your family or whatever. Happy new year!” Yoongi says to them with a thankful look and they nod, standing and leaving.

“And I wasn’t even speeding hyung!” Jimin complains that night when they have shifted him to a VIP room. Only the best for his baby. Yoongi holds him closely as he tells his story. “It skid and crashed against a pole and then a car comes from other side and hit mine—yours, so I sprained my neck.” He tightens when he heard another car crashing into Jimin’s, it could have been a different vehicle, something bigger.

“But I’m really okay, that man helped and apologised and took me to the hospital, so I’m fine.” Yoongi hums and tries to shake off any negative feelings.

“What a way to start new year huh? In a hospital,” Jimin carefully turns to Yoongi who opens his eyes to the movement.

“What? With an awesome makeout?” He cheekily says and presses his lips against to Yoongi’s for a reminder. Yoongi gives one of his gummy smiles to Jimin and flicks his forehead.

“Brat,” He mutters blissfully.

“But your car is kinda fucked up, I hope insurance covers it up,” Jimin opens a few buttons on Yoongi’s shirt and rest his palms on his naked chest.

“I don’t care about the car,” Yoongi sleepily mumbles.

Jimin smiles.

“Okay,” He whispers and kisses him some more before deciding to sleep as well.

When Jimin was allowed to discharge the next morning, Yoongi embarrassingly mumbles on his phone for a change of clothes. Because surely Yoongi came in this horrible fashion but he won’t leave like one as well.

Jimin was laughing from his hospital bed to which Yoongi rolls his eyes.

“Imagine if somebody capturing this, CEO of one of the biggest fashion magazine having an awesome clothing style,” Yoongi gives him a middle finger with a sarcastic smile.

When Hoseok arrives, Yoongi changes in the bathroom, looking more like himself. Jimin changes as well with the help of Yoongi, while Hoseok brings out the car in front of the hospital.

“Jimin-ah,” Yoongi says, looking at Jimin now with hand clutches together to Yoongi’s. “Let’s not get into any accidents, okay?” He squeezes Jimin's hand as if trying to tell his emotions. Jimin nods.

“No promises, hyung.” He winks and skips to the car.

“Aish, this brat,” Yoongi grumbles fondly.

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I swear I'm going to write so much angst next, I've got the plot ready for yall. Wait for it!

[crystalsnowmins]

Yoonmin Scenario #6

From Tumblr prompt: 

Christmas!AU, In which Jimin burns his tongue on hot cocoa and Yoongi’s first instinct was to spray canned, cold whipped cream in Jimin’s mouth like a fire extinguisher.

Jimin push opens the door to the coffee shop with a force and march inside to the counter. Taehyung trailing behind him with a sigh. Yoongi, who was behind the counter, turned to them with a forced smile and a Santa hat on his blonde head.

“Merry Christmas, what can I get you?” He tries to smile without a waver in his voice, it’s not even close to noon, yet his voice is betraying him along with his eyes. Christmas week is the worst, it’s always been busy here. And technically, it’s not Christmas today, but he doesn’t care to correct himself.

“One hot chocolate with loads of marshmallow,” A soft voice answers and Yoongi clears his vision to see the owner of that voice, an equally soft person with a frown pout and red eyes. Yoongi unconsciously frowns as well seeing his sad expression.  

“And a Strawberry Frappuccino,” Another voice calls, which was not soft as the first voice. Yoongi’s gaze direct at the man. He looks at him presenting his credit card and nod.

“Your names?” He asks as he takes two cups and a sharpie.

“Taehyung and Jiminie,” The other man with a hard voice answered for both of them. When Yoongi was about to write the second name, he stops before writing it, wondering who’s who.

He turns around to make their drinks but can’t help overhearing their conversation, perhaps it’s because of the guy’s soft voice, which sounds so relaxing even when he seems angry at the moment.

“He could have done it after Christmas, Tae. I had made plans for us and it’s all ruined because he-he had-,” Jimin sniffles and Yoongi hears his voice break and stops for a minute, wondering if he’s supposed to listen to this.

“I know Jiminie, I’m sorry for you.” Taehyung, what Yoongi guesses, answers sounding genuinely sorry and upset for his friend. “But look at the bright side, at least you don’t have to use your love for someone who doesn’t love you back. And he doesn’t deserve you.” Yoongi has to agree, his friend is shitty at advice.

“But at least I had someone to spend my Christmas,” Jiminie preferably mumbles sadly.

“You have me,” Taehyung pitifully answers, to which Jimin smiles for the first time in few hours and nods.

“I wonder if I’m going to be alone all along, if I am supposed to spend holidays alone, without having to be wrapped up in someone arms,” Jimin argues with himself that it’s such a small thing he has asked God, why can’t He provide him one small thing? Does he have to spend every holiday alone? Couldn’t his ex breakup day after tomorrow, when the Christmas was over?

“That’s not true!” Taehyung argues. “Everything happens for a reason, maybe you’ll find your Christmas miracle this time.” He sounds so enthusiastic, Yoongi can’t help but scoff light at that. Christmas miracle? What shit is that? Do people believe that?

He takes both the hot steaming and cold cups and turns around to the duo. “One hot cocoa and a strawberry Frappuccino,” He slides the drinks to the respectable and turns to clean the counter.

“Excuse me?” The guy, Taehyung calls. Yoongi turns around with a fake smile and hums. “Can I have a little more whipped cream?” He asks, with big eyes and a small smile. Yoongi sighs and nods. It’s not like he’s complaining about the taste. So Yoongi takes the canned whipping cream and sprays spirally into his cup.

Once he was done with it, he hears a sharp hiss from the soft looking guy and turns to him in attention. The guy was fanning his tongue out, tad bit of hot cocoa splayed on the counter.

“Ah...ah, iss hot...hot, iss…,” He almost sounded painful and on verge of crying, maybe not crying, but his eyes were wet. Yoongi’s eyes widened and he thought the first thing that came into his mind.

“Open your mouth, hurry!” He adds but realises it’s already open. Jimin alarmingly looks at him before his mouth his sprayed with cold whipped cream. Instead of coughing out, he keeps it in his mouth, looking at the blonde, short guy and wondering if he has lost his mind. He forcefully swallows it as it feels nice on his burnt tongue.

“Mo-more,” He mumbles with his tongue still out. The guy nods and sprays again in his mouth like a fire extinguisher. Jimin swallows again, keeping an eye contact. When he’s done, he closes his mouth and licks his lips around.

Yoongi instinctively wipes his chin of whipped cream and cleaning his finger on the apron. His blush works on him fastly and he ducks away.

“Sorry, you-you had a little bit…,” He gestures to his chin. Jimin blushes and nods, thanking him with a small voice. Yoongi clears his throat, “Will that be all?” He asks, coming back to his professional voice but still feeling flustered looking at the soft boy in front of him.

“Yeah, thank you,” ‘Jiminie’ nods and smiles, which reaches his eyes and Yoongi almost melts at the crescent forming. His heart suddenly beats fast and Yoongi literally hasn’t seen anything so pretty in his life before. This must be the Christmas miracle his friend was talking about because is this guy real? Where has he been all Yoongi’s life?

And Yoongi loves photography, he has gone to several places around Korea and has taken beautiful pictures, sceneries that were worth taken, that his eyes and lens has somehow captured but nothing could come above the picture in front of him. ‘Jiminie’ with his crescent eyes, cherub cheeks and a wide smile.

Yoongi was flustered and red.

When Jimin and Taehyung left, the latter couldn’t help but smirk at Jimin’s direction who was blushing furiously.

“You swallowed whipped cream,” Taehyung cheekily says.

“I don’t even like whipped cream at all,” Jimin shakes his head and mumbles.

“You swallowed it twice,” He showed his two fingers, emphasizing the main point and Jimin whines, asking him to stop.

Jimin unwraps the tissue from his paper cup to wipe his chin but before he could do that, he very keen eyes noticed something messily written.

If he’s broken your heart, he’s not worth your tears and love. Your friend is right, he doesn’t deserve you, but everyone deserves someone better and you’re one of them, so fuck him and lit that Christmas tree and sing Christmas carols all night long.

I hope you find your Christmas miracle (whatever that is) Jiminie.

(And I’m hoping that’s your name)

By the time Jimin finishes reading it, he has a big smile on his face which he tries to suppress but he couldn’t. He hears Taehyung say, “Uwaaa!” And nods inside his head.

Taehyung has also read the small note by barista and rests his chin on Jimin’s shoulder who’s reading the note again and again.

“Guess that’s your Christmas miracle,” Jimin turns a little to look at Taehyung, smiling. “I told you, everything happens for a reason.”

“Yeah?” Jimin mumbles and clutches the napkin to his chest, feeling overwhelmed. He pockets the napkin in his coat and continues to walk with a much better mood.

Turns out Christmas miracles are very much true because, at the end of the year, Jimin had someone beside him on starting of a new year at the Bosingak Bell pavilion, hands tightly clutched to the blonde barista as they counted down the seconds to 2018. And Yoongi, well, he might actually start believing in the miracles of Christmas, because having someone like Jimin beside him and stepping into a new year is something he never thought would occur to him. But hey, he’s not complaining, not even when Jimin kissed him on cheeks at the end of the countdown and whispered, “Happy New Year, hyung.” And shyly turned his head away.

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I'll be writing more in the course of the day because I want to write few more Christmas au of YOONMIN.

So please look forward to it. 

[crystalsnowmins]

Yoonmin Scenario #4

Arranged Marriage! AU, In which Yoongi unwillingly had to marry Jimin to inherit his father’s business because surely, Yoongi wouldn’t want his father’s company to go into wrong hands aka his father’s right hand’s son. Yoongi begrudgingly marries Jimin so he can have the company as per his dad’s wish. And Jimin, being homeless, he needed a place to stay and eat until he finishes his college, so he agreed to this fake arranged marriage.

As long as Yoongi gets the company and Jimin gets a place to stay, they are good. Later they can part ways after getting what they wanted. That was the first and foremost rule. And the second rule was to not develop any romantic kind of feelings for each other.

But what they didn't know is not to play with fate and fool around with others. Where Jimin somehow falls in love with Yoongi’s odd way of caring and Yoongi, no matter how much he tries to avoid Jimin, fate attaches them together on several occasions. And just like that, the second rule was broken.

  “Let’s get one thing straight, Park Jimin,” Yoongi walks forward towards him. Jimin, who was sat on the bed and waiting for Yoongi to return back, suddenly gulped, “This whole thing is an act, where we entertain others as the curtain opens and go back on with our lives when the curtain closes.” He leans in as Jimin moves back, Yoongi’s hands on both side of Jimin’s body, eyes narrowed.

“That means, I don’t accept you as my husband, my lover or my soul mate for that case. You are just someone who needs to act as my husband, not be my husband.” Yoongi moves back to stand straight as he takes his tie off. “I hope you understand what your role is in this,” He takes off his cufflinks and rolls back his sleeves.

“But...but,” As Jimin spoke, Yoongi sharply turns to looks at him, as if daring him to speak, “At the church, we-we took vows and-,” Jimin explains, because even if Yoongi denies whatever happened at church today, it was real. They were tied together for a forever, they did really get married and exchanged rings, they repeated their vows and kissed each other, all those things happened and they are married couples as in husband and husband.

“So?” Yoongi ignorantly ask. “I’ll divorce you once the company is correctly under me, you’ll be free and I’ll be free as well.” He smiles, that didn't look any good to Jimin. It was a sinister smile. Yoongi sighs as he watched Jimin’s face fall and his fingers fiddling with the ring.

“I hope my PA was clear when he explained about this arrangement. We are just helping each other out, a win-win situation, if you will. He must have also mentioned about developing no sort of feelings,” Jimin looks up at Yoongi and remembers Jungkook words correctly. “I don’t do feelings Jimin, I don’t have time for all that, so don’t get your hopes high. This is not your typical drama, this is fucking real.” Jimin dejectedly nods along as Yoongi once again takes in his hand to explain the clauses of this arrangement.

It’s not like Jimin was developing feelings for him but he hoped whatever this arrangement is, at least he and Yoongi can be friends so it would make it easy for him. But before this marriage, Jimin only met Yoongi once and that was when he was introducing Jimin to his father, Mr. Min. He didn't meet up to tell the clause himself, apparently, he was too busy for his fake husband. Huh, why would Jimin even want someone like this who can’t find time for others?

“And what if I want to back out?” He asks in a small voice when he looks up to Yoongi doing something on his iPad.

“You can’t, you’ve fucking signed on papers, unless you have seven million won to pay back, then I guess you can back out.” Yoongi smirks at Jimin surprised face, mouth parts slightly and eyes widen at the amount. “Thought so,” He mumbles.

“You can do whatever you want really, I don’t care. Have hookups, get into a relationship, go on dates, whatever it is, I don’t care as long as it doesn’t get to my family. Because if it does, I’ll fuck you up as well,” He warns in his heavy voice and Jimin’s throat dries at the threat.

“Why do you think I’ll want all those?” Jimin wonders.

“Because it’s only fair that you do whatever you want to. Otherwise, it’ll be hypocritical of me,” Jimin looks up at that, wondering what Yoongi meant and the latter chuckles at Jimin’s expression. Yoongi gets up to walk over to Jimin once again. He stands in front of jimin and leans in until his hands are resting along Jimin’s side.

“I’ll be having my fun, while you have yours, fair?” Jimin can smell faint alcohol on his breath that he had during the reception. It’s not fair because Jimin will not be having any sorts of fun but he nods along. “Good, now my dear husband,” His voice contained only mockery and no affection as he traces Jimin’s cheekbones.

“This is not your room,” Jimin opens his eyes and look closely at the black haired man. “Your room is on the first floor; you don’t sleep with me or stay in this room. We are behind the closed curtains, so we don’t have to play pretend, yeah?” And Jimin nods along. “Good.” Yoongi smiles, still caressing his cheek.

“So leave,” Jimin didn't even realise when the touch left as he looks at Yoongi’s figure moving aside, waiting for him. “Go on,” He gestures, Jimin gets up on his feet and looks around for a minute. This is not his room nor his and Yoongi’s room; this is just Yoongi’s room.

He walks towards the door and slowly opens it, “Goodnight, Yoongi,” He says, before leaving and closing the door, all he heard was rustling of sheets in return.

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Yoonmin Scenario #7

It’s a long one

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From Tumblr prompt:

Christmas!Au, In which Jimin tries really hard to bring Yoongi under the mistletoe so that he can have his first kiss with Yoongi but then he knocks over the Christmas tree and everyone’s staring at him, including Yoongi and he feels ashamed and wants to run away.

“Hyung, should I go for sexy or cute?” Jimin purses his lips as he looks in his wardrobe for something wearable to the Christmas party at Jin hyung’s house.

“Depends on if you’re trying to get into Yoongi hyung’s pant,” Hoseok answers, before giving a not so dirty wink.

“I am not!” Jimin protest. “I want him to notice me, that’s all,” And maybe kiss me. He thinks inside his head.

“Well, sexy will definitely get you all the attention even from the unwanted,” Hoseok says, scrolling through his phone. “But hyung likes pretty things.” He concludes and Jimin groans, mumbling how Hoseok is of no help right now. He gets hit with a pillow on the back of his head.

Seems like everybody knows Jimin is a little in love with Yoongi except the man himself. It started with a small crush when Jimin first entered the college and it was Yoongi’s second last year of college. When he met the older, he was already so fond of him that Jimin couldn’t control his heart. And it’s going to be a whole year of pinning on Yoongi but getting no response from the older.

Jimin knows Yoongi is really smart but sometimes his hyung can be so stupid and oblivion to the things around him, that Jimin wants to bang his own head on the table.

But enough is enough, today Jimin will confess his feelings for the older because what’s better than the Christmas Day for confessing and getting rejected? He has thought of the possibilities of getting rejected but one; he doesn’t want to regret not even telling Yoongi about his feelings and second; sometimes Yoongi looks at him with so much fondness that Jimin can’t mistake it for the friendship or hyung-dongsaeng relation. It has to be something else.

At the end, he decided on the cute outfit because he needs only Yoongi’s eyes on him and no one else’s. When the party is in full mode, with remixes of Christmas song playing, (probably made by Namjoon) Jimin looks around for Yoongi.

He finds him sitting on the stairs leading to the top floor, exactly where Jimin has hung a mistletoe. When Jin had called Jimin, Taehyung and Namjoon to decorate the house, Jimin took the responsibility of hanging mistletoes in the places he was sure to find Yoongi. And he’s no wrong now, so he makes his move.

“Hey, hyung!” Jimin cheerfully greets, wearing his Santa hat. Yoongi looks up and smiles at him and Jimin’s heart flutter. “Why are you here alone?” Jimin asks, standing directly in front of Yoongi.

“Meh,” Yoongi says, locking his phone. “I hate parties,” And Jimin nods, knowing the older very well. “Plus, I’m trying to get away from the strangers trying to kiss me because of the fucking mistletoe,” He grumbles and locks his phone. Jimin nervously chuckles.

“Wonder who did the decoration this time,” He plays off. “Uh...hyung,” He starts, reminding Yoongi about the mistletoe right under them. Would Yoongi kiss him as Jimin tells about it? But before he could do that, a very drunk Taehyung slides next to Yoongi and hugs him sideways.

“HYUUUUUUNG!” He slurs loudly.

“I’m right next to you, Tae for fuck’s sake.” Yoongi pushes him away.

“Hyung there’s a mistletoe right above us, we should kiss.” A very drunk Tae demands and Yoongi looks up suddenly realizing.

“NO!” Jimin shouts before snapping his mouth shut, Yoongi shockingly looks at him. “I mean, Yoongi hyung doesn’t want to be kissed tonight, Taetae, right hyung?” He nervously asks as Taehyung pouts. Yoongi hesitantly nods.

“But it's a tradition!” Taehyung whines and before anyone could control him, he goes for it, kissing Yoongi on the cheek with a big satisfied sound. He breaks the kiss and easily gets up and leave them both.

“Fucking Taehyung!” Yoongi grumbles, rubbing his cheeks harshly. “Did he fucking suck my cheek?” He makes a disgusted face before rubbing his spit covered cheek on his clothed shoulder.

“I… I’ll,” Jimin starts, surprised by what happened now. “I’ll see you around, hyung,” He sadly says and turns to leave, out of 52 mistletoe around the house, one stolen by his best fucking friend, Taehyung.

The next time Jimin sees Yoongi, he’s leaning on the kitchen counter, drinking something from the cup. Jimin smiles and makes his way towards him.

“Hyung!”

“Jiminie, you’re drunk.” He deadpans.

“Only started,” Jimin sing songs, noticing another mistletoe above their heads. “There’s a mistletoe above us,” He whispers, leaning in and resting his arms on the counter.

Yoongi looks up, his milky neck on display and Jimin wants to paint it with his marks. He gulps down the spit. “So?” Yoongi boringly ask.

“We have to kiss now,” He sing-songs, not very controlled with his emotions. Yoongi sighs and nods. Jimin can’t believe he easily accepted. So Jimin leans in slowly while Yoongi doesn’t make a move, just waits for Jimin and suddenly Jimin is kissing the air.

He opens his eyes to see Namjoon pulling Yoongi to the music station in worry and latter grumbling and prying Namjoon’s hands off. Jimin pouts stays like that and he glares.

And it’s been three hours into the party, Jimin hasn’t gotten a single kiss from Yoongi because either he’s not found, or someone is requiring his attention. Jimin almost wants to go home and cry and watch Christmas movies alone in his Santa hat. But Jin asks him to stay for few more hours. And thus another 2 hours later, he’s sitting on the couch with another glass of alcohol and looking around for Yoongi.

Who was sitting on the window sill next to Christmas tree. Jimin surely can try one more time. The last time, definitely. If he doesn’t get his kiss, he’ll give up. He gets and stumbles a bit, looking all blushed up due to alcohol.

Each step is taken carefully towards Yoongi and he smiles when he sees him properly. “Hyung!” Jimin shouts and many heads turn around but he only focuses on Yoongi’s head, who gave a small smile.

“Come here!” Jimin asks of him and gesture. He’s pretty sure he hung a mistletoe right above the tree. One last time, Jimin reminds himself.

“You come here, brat!” Yoongi says over music and Jimin pouts but nonetheless listens. Yoongi will never move willingly, so Jimin will drag him and kiss the light out of him and make him fall for Jimin.

He excitedly moves towards him and the next thing he knows, his legs getting tangled with the wires around the tree and stumbling over the gift boxes and finally falling down on Christmas tree. He stays there for a minute, face getting scratched by the sharp ferns. After a minute, he turns around on the tree and clears his vision and notice everyone surrounding him. It took another second of realisation of what he has done when the fern prickles his back. He just ruined the Christmas party.

Merry fucking Christmas to him!

Suddenly his eyes prickle with tears in shame, embarrassment and all the synonyms of those words. And he doesn’t really want to be here, he wants to go home and cry himself to sleep. His eyes waters and he looks up again to see everyone still hovering. Some looking concerned, some angry, some disappointed, some snickering and Jimin feels sick in his stomach.

“Hey, hey, move away!” He hears Yoongi’s voice before he sees him, kneeling before Jimin and taking his face in his hands. “Jiminie, are you all right?” He asks, caressing his face.

Jimin shakes his head no, choosing to tell the truth because he’s not fucking okay.

“Let’s get you to Jin hyung’s room, let’s see if you’re hurt,” Jimin nods and Jin, Namjoon and Yoongi help him get up and untangle himself from lightings. He feels the sharp pain in his right foot and hisses. He probably strained it.

Yoongi hurries him towards Jin’s bedroom and makes him sit down. Kneeling once again in front of him, taking Jimin’s shoes and socks off before checking the reddening in his right foot.

“You’ve strained it,” Yoongi mumbles, brows furrowed.

“I know,” Jimin sniffles.

“Hey, don’t cry,” Yoongi softly says and takes his face once again in his hands, wiping the tears. “Hyung doesn’t like when you cry, Jiminie. It hurts me too,” He wipes his non-stop falling tears with soft fingers.

“Why?” Jimin asks.

“Because I Iike you, and I wouldn’t want to see someone I like so much in tears,” Yoongi confess, smiling as the blush slowly adorns his cheeks. Jimin has suddenly stopped crying, wide eyes filled with tears and looking at Yoongi.

“You like me?” Jimin confirms again, Yoongi nods. “Why didn’t you tell me before?” Jimin hits him lightly on the chest.

“Because I didn’t want to scare you, I didn’t want to make this difficult for you.” He shrugs, looking so fondly at Jimin that the latter might have fallen back on the bed if Yoongi was not holding his face.

“You wouldn’t have scared me! I like you too, hyung!” Jimin confesses, looking relieved and frustrated because it took them so long to finally confess. It could have been done so early! He whines in his head.

“Guess we are both oblivious, huh?” Yoongi smiles, showing his gums. He brings his face closer and nuzzles his nose with Jimin’s.

“Only you,” Jimin whispers, gulping and looking down at Yoongi soft, pink lips. He looks up when he notices Yoongi looking at him in question, “I’ve been trying to get you under the mistletoe for the past five hours, hyung but you always escape.” He pouts, jutting out his lips and touches Yoongi’s lips slightly, feeling electrified.

“You’re stupid, you know?” Yoongi chuckles when Jimin whines with a “heyyyy!”

“You could have just asked me,” Yoongi says.

“I wanted to go with tradition,” Jimin blushes.

“So we can’t kiss?” Yoongi asks with a small pout and a furrow in his brows, moving away slightly before Jimin clutches his sweater with his small fingers and pulls him back.

“We can,” Jimin nods, “But standing under mistletoe would have been magical.” Yoongi snorts at that which gets him a hit from Jimin.

“Well Jiminie, Santa has sent something from you,” Yoongi cheekily says and takes out something from his pocket, when Jimin realises what it is, his eyes widen.

“Why are you having a mistletoe?” He giggles.

“I’ve been getting really frustrated with it being above me all the time, so I plucked one out before anyone could approach me.” He shrugs, rolling the ornament in his fingers. Jimin giggles at his pout, deciding to hide the fact that he did all that.

Yoongi then looks up at him and smiles softly, he confidently places the mistletoe on top of their head and Jimin giggles squeakily before his mouth is captured by a soft pair of lips. He gasps but soon reciprocates. Fingers tangling in Yoongi’s soft hair and pulling himself impossibly closer to Yoongi

He has been waiting for this day so long that he wants to cry at the feeling of Yoongi’s lips moving so lovingly against him. He wants to go on the rooftop and scream in joy, out of sheer happiness and love he has for this boy.

“Hy-hyung...hyung,” Jimin pushes him away slightly, trying to breathe again. “I really love you, hyung. Have been in love with you since long,” Jimin says nervously, fingers playing with the collar of Yoongi’s shirt.

“Shit Jiminie,” Yoongi curses and dips to steal another kiss from him. “I love you too, angel.” And Jimin smiles so big and looks so pretty that he thinks this picture should have been on top of the tree. If he had it in his power, he would have. Yoongi definitely would have.

“Did it hurt-,”

“Yes,” Jimin answers as Yoongi finally wraps his sprained foot with a gauze.

“You didn’t even wait for the, “when you fell from the heaven,” part.” Yoongi teasingly says, securing the gauze.

“Everything hurts,” Jimin pouts.

“Hmm, should I kiss everything better?” Yoongi smirks, getting back on top of flustered Jimin.

“Maybe,” Jimin answers and Yoongi dips his head once again to kiss him.

“Jin hyung, who’s idea was it to put on mistletoe everywhere?” Yoongi asks, cradling Jimin’s sprained foot on his lap, while the younger munches on pizza.

“Jimin,” Jin says without a heartbeat and Jimin chokes and coughs out. Yoongi glares at the younger red face before breaking out into a smile.

“It was a shitty plan,” Yoongi says.

Jin hits his head hard, grumbling about destroyed Christmas tree.

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I’ll just write one more Christmas au because I love Yoonmin being fluffy so much. 

[crystalsnowmins]

Yoonmin Scenario #8

Another very long one. 

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From Tumblr Prompt:

Christmas!AU, In which Jimin sees Yoongi struggling with his sister in the ice skating rink and moving like a newborn giraffe and he can’t look away from the scene (more so, Yoongi).

“This is so fun!” Tae shouts as he clutches Jimin’s and Jungkook’s hands and skates his way. Al the three friends laughing like a maniac.

After what seems like a whole eternity, Taehyung finally gets tired and hungry and decide to leave the rink for a while.

The three friends leave the gates one by one, Jimin being the last one and getting hit by another stranger.

“Sorry,” He apologises immediately, looking at the young man scrunching his nose up cutely in pain.

“It’s okay, sorry as well.” He says before getting inside the rink and taking hold of the handle running along the wall.

While Jimin settles down, Tae and Jungkook order sandwiches and drinks for them. He looks around and notices so many people gathering now. When they came in, there were not these many people, but as the sun’s going down, people are slowly coming in. The Christmas tree is big and lit at a corner where people are taking pictures and everybody is in either red, white or green. He himself is in green.

Then his eyes land on the people in the rink, either skating professionally or being clumsy as fuck or being funny on purpose. Many couples holding hands and skating along and Jimin wishes he could also have someone. His eyes finally settles on the boy earlier he bumped into, holding dearly onto the rails as well as the small girl’s hands.

Th small girl is full on pouting and making angry faces at the boy, trying to pry his hands off so she can skate. But her wobbly legs tell that she’s not very good at balancing herself on ice. Neither the boy himself.

Jimin wonders if they are daughter and father even though the boy looks young enough. But hey, he’s not judging.

“Sooyoon, you stay here until I say we move,” Yoongi glares at the little girl in front of him, who equally glaring back with the identical eyes.

“But I want to skate!” She whines, trying hard to pry her hands off.

“Don’t be a brat, Sooyoon, otherwise we’ll leave now,” Yoongi warns and hold her tightly, knowing it will leave a bruise but if he leaves the hold, she’ll skate away, if she knows how to skate, that is.

“You’re such an ass,” She purses her lips deeper and Yoongi’s eyes widen in surprise.

“Who taught you that?” He grits, now getting on her level.

“You,” She deadpans, “I heard you saying that to Namjoon oppa,” She has a very sinister glint in her eyes that Yoongi doesn’t like.

“You’re not telling eomma about it, else I’ll never take you to the ice cream parlour,” She widens her eyes, tears already forming at his threat. Yoongi doesn’t feel sympathy rather accomplishment.

“Promise?” He asks, showing his finger.

“Promise,” She dejectedly says and links her pinky with his. “Now can we skate?” She impatiently asks 180-degree turn in attitude from a little while ago.

“Fine,” He grunts and leaves the rail, truth to be told, Yoongi sucks at skating, he never did and he’s regretting now.

It’s such an unfortunate evening for Yoongi’s ass and body because, at every step, he stumbles and falls, crying in defeat. Sooyoon is no better because she falls as well but on top of Yoongi. His pain is her amusement, as she giggles when Yoongi groans at her weight.

Jimin watches from his seat, eating his fries and not focusing on his friends talking loudly but rather the duo in the rink. He giggles lightly at their fall and how the boy apparently glares at the girl. But he must give it to the guy, after falling several times and glaring at the girl, he still listens to her requests and tries to skate.

“That’s it!” Yoongi announces and Sooyoon pouts, unimpressed with his decision. “We are taking a break.” Honestly, Yoongi was tired, his whole body was in pain.

“We didn’t even go all the way!” Sooyoon complains and Yoongi glares at her, shutting her up immediately.

They shuffle out of the rink and sat down next to Jimin’s table so the latter flusteredly turns back to his friends, still in their world. But he can’t help listen to the duo.

“Now what do you want?” Yoongi ask.

“I want to skate more!” Sooyoon answers with a loud voice.

“Sooyoon!” Yoongi grits. “Are you thirsty?” He asks again.

“Let’s go back to the rink!” She pouts and stands up to leave. But Yoongi holds her waist and brings her back.

“You’re such a brat, you know?” Yoongi annoyingly says, sitting her down on the chair.

“You’re no less,” She answers back. And hearing that, Jimin coughs out. His friends look at him alarmingly and he dismisses them.

“Guess we share that bond,” Yoongi sarcastically answers, knowing she won’t understand. “Now, I’m getting you a strawberry milkshake, okay?”

“Fine,” She dejectedly answers and puts her face in her hands and leans on the table. Yoongi gets up to get them something to drink.

“If you move your ass from here, I swear to god, Sooyoon…,” He trails off, glaring hard at her.

“I will not,” She gives him a tight-lipped smile.

“Good, because if you get lost, I’m not looking for you and maybe some bad man can take you and feed you off to monsters.” Sooyoon eyes widen at first at the thought of it happening before narrowing her eyes at him in displeasure.

“You’re such an ass,” She repeats her earlier words and Yoongi’s eyes widen again before he slaps a hand over her mouth. Jimin snorts loudly, getting attention.

“Shut it, you’re not supposed to say such things in public.” He glares and she bites his skin. He hisses and takes it back.

“You little sh-,”

“You're not supposed to say bad things in public,” She reminds him, before turning her head away from him. Yoongi opens his mouth to say something, but sighs turn and walk towards one of the shops.

He looks back at her and their eyes meet and he warns through his eyes. She rolls her eyes and turns away. When it was finally Yoongi’s turn to order pay, he walks front. Sooyoon gets up from her chair and tries to walk back into the rink before an arm encircles around her and stops her.

“Hey, you’re not supposed to go in, little one,” Jimin says, holding her back.

“Says who?” She argues back, getting frustrated that someone caught her.

“Well, first the rules and second your father,” Jimin cluelessly answers. The boy was her father, isn’t it?

“My fath-,”

“Min Sooyoon!” Yoongi stands behind them, glaring at her, both of them turned around to face him. “And who the fuck are you?” His eyes land on Jimin, who visibly froze at his hard voice.

“I...I was just-,”

“Sooyoon, come here,” Yoongi holds his hands out and Sooyoon gets out of Jimin’s holds easily, waking leisurely towards Yoongi.

“Oppa, you’re not supposed to say bad things in public,” Sooyoon, that brat, reminds him again.

Yoongi rolls his eyes and lands his glare on Jimin once again.

“Op-oppa?” Jimin asks, his friends coming and standing next to him.

“You okay, hyung? Is he bothering you?” Jungkook asks, glaring equally at Yoongi.

“Oh, so you’re a group, trying to lure young girls-,”

“Oh god, oppa! You’re so dramatic sometimes!” Sooyoon speaks up, ending Yoongi’s speech. “He was just stopping me from getting inside the rink again.” She looks at Yoongi with a cute smile, hoping Yoongi will disregard the fact she was trying to get inside the rink

“You’ll get me in trouble one day,” Yoongi sighs and keeps their drink on the table. “I told you not to go to the rink,” He puts his hands on his hips and purses his lips and Jimin finds it so cute that he forgot about everything earlier.

“And I told you I want to go in again!” She stomps her foot.

“We’ll go when you finish this drink, you brat!” Yoongi pushes the drink towards her. After a heavy glaring competition, Sooyoon accepts her defeats and takes the cup from him, sits down and sips at it.

Yoongi sighs and turns to the group of boys. “Sorry about that, I thought you were someone���” He trails and scratches his neck.

“It’s fine, I overheard you guys and instinctively stopped her, she’s very young to go inside alone.” Jimin smiles, his cheeks bunching up.

“I’m four and a half,” Sooyoon grumbles, sipping on her milkshake. Yoongi flicks her ear lightly.

“Ah..sorry again and thank you.” Yoongi awkwardly smiles and Jimin nods.

“Jimin, we are going in again, do you want to come?” Taehyung asks when they turn away from the brother-sister duo.

“I’ll finish up my sandwich and join you guys,” Jimin says, pushing them away.

“Try to get that guy to join you as well,” Tae winks and leaves him. Jimin goes back to his seat and sits down. Yoongi turns to him and smiles.

“I’m Jimin,” He extends his hand and Yoongi nods before extending his hand as well, “Yoongi.” He simply says.

“He thought you were my dad,” Sooyoon fills him as Jimin flushes.

“As if I’ll ever have a devil like you as my daughter,” Yoongi snorts at that idea. Never.

“As if I’ll ever have a grumpy dad like you,” Cue to another staring competition, which Sooyoon wins.

He turns to Jimin and smiles softly, “Why did you think I was this brat’s father?” He starts the conversation.

“I...I don’t know,” He shrugs and Yoongi hums. “Not many older brother wants to spend their Christmas with their sister at a skating rink,” Jimin says, drinking his cola.

“True that,” He smirks.

“Let’s go, I’m done!” Sooyoon stands up, energized completely.

“I’m not,” Yoongi scowls.

“I’m going alone then,” She sing-songs.

“No, you’re not.” He takes her hand pulls her closer to him. “Sit down, we’ll go when I feel ready.” He glares at her and Jimin wonders if it works for that child anymore.

“You’re never ready because you’re old,” She fires back, crossing her arms and pouting.

“Then maybe we can go for bingo since I’m too old,” Yoongi says back and Sooyoon glares this time.

“Do you…,” Jimin clears his throat, “I can take her inside the rink,” He offers and Yoongi doubtfully turns to him while Sooyoon looks at him like he’s the Santa. “It’s just that...you’re really bad, Yoongi-ssi, I saw you earlier.” Sooyoon cackles up and Yoongi scoffs, mumbling about ungrateful brats around him.

“I’m pretty good myself, I’ll teach her and look after her,” He smiles, bunching up his cheeks again and Yoongi is 0.2 seconds from cooing.

“Why?”

“Because she’s cute!” He says as an explanation.

“Bullshit!” Yoongi says and Sooyoon hits him, hurtfully. “You know it, brat.” Yoongi deadpans.

“I’m cute because my oppa is cute as well,” She cheekily says.

“You’re so ungrateful and I’m not cute,” Yoongi pouts, similar to Sooyoon and it’s not really helping with Yoongi’s statement.

“Isn’t he cute?” Sooyoon asks Jimin.

He nods, “You're kinda cute, Yoongi-ssi,” Jimin confesses and blushes immediately. Yoongi chokes on his drink while Sooyoon in having the best time of her life.

“Get away both of you before I murder you both,” They immediately shuffle and walk towards the entrance of the rink. Jimin looks back to see Yoongi already looking at him, so he smiles softly and gets the same.

Once they are inside, Jimin holds both of her hands and stand still. “Now, Sooyoon, I will move, so move with me. When I move my left leg, move your right and when I go right, you go left, okay?” He softly explains and she nods, lips coming out in concentration.

“I’m ready, Ahjussi!” She determinedly looks at him.

“Please, I’m too young to be called Ajhussi, call me oppa as well.” Jimin smiles.

“But you’re too old for me to all you oppa.” She argues back.

“You call Yoongi-ssi oppa,” He points.

“Because he’s my oppa,” She smirks.

“Now I know why he calls you a brat.”

“Hey!” She complains.

“But I’m sure you’re nice somewhere.” He smiles. “Now let’s skate!” He loudly cheers and pulls her slowly and moves.

“Where’s my sister, Jimin?” Yoongi asks when Jimin comes out from the rink, looking red everywhere.

“With my friends, they’ll take care of her, Jungkook is, in fact, better than him but don’t tell him that I ever told you,” They both look at Tae and Jungkook holding a small girl and skating along. She is a fast learner.

“My life has never been so quiet since she’s been born,” Yoongi fondly says and Jimin chuckles.

“You talk so fondly even with negative comments about her,” He nudges Yoongi and blushes.

“Well she’s a brat, no doubt but I fucking love her too much so don’t tell her that I ever told you this.” Jimin laughs, throwing his head back and falling onto Yoongi, crescent forming in his eyes, cherub cheeks bunching up. He’s beautiful, Yoongi thinks.

When he was done, Jimin still had a small smile on his face, “Yoongi-ssi, now it’s your turn to learn!” He enthusiastically says and stands up in front of him.

“What are you? An instructor here?” Yoongi grumbles and hiding his hands.

“No, I’m an angel,” He giggles at his own words.

“Sure you are,” Yoongi rolls his eyes.

“C’mon! It’ll be fun.” Jimin whines trying to pull him.

He grumbles but stands up, “Why am I always stuck with brats?” Yoongi wonders loudly and Jimin gasps dramatically.

“I am a fairy!” He offendedly says.

“Weren’t you an angel?” Yoongi asks, asking towards the rink, fingers intertwined with Jimin.

“I can be whatever you want me to be, hyung!” He dramatically winks and gets inside the rink. Yoongi snorts and clutches the rink.

“Now, I’ll pull you slow-,”

“You called me hyung,” Yoongi says as a matter of fact.

“Oh?” Jimin looks up with wide eyes, “Sorry, I get comfortable easily.” He apologetically looks around. “Can I call you that?” He meekly says that.

“Sure, brat.” Yoongi rolls his eyes.

“I’m an angel,” Jimin mumbles, pulling Yoongi closer.  

“You were just a fairy a few seconds earlier,” Yoongi unimpressively looks at him.

“I told you, I can be-,”

“Whatever I want you to be, yeah, yeah,” Yoongi dismisses, “Now teach me all this shebang before I change my mind,” Jimin smiles again and nods.

Honestly, Yoongi looks very stupid, with his hips jutting out and legs wobbly, holding tightly onto Jimin’s hands for life and complaining about how stupid this is and, “We are not coming back here again, Sooyoon!” He shouts at her from the other side.

If Sooyoon loud laugh proves anything, Yoongi really looks stupid.

After half an hour of teaching Yoongi, Jimin stands few centimetres away from him as Yoongi’s legs wobble and try to balance himself.

“Now, hyung, try to skate towards me, don’t be fast, yeah? Take your time.” Jimin encouragingly smiles. Yoongi nods, he can do this.  

He starts slow and feels confident when Jimin compliments him but he doesn’t know when it happened, his legs wobble again and in the verge of losing his balance so he skates faster before he can fall. And in due, reach Jimin, but the impact was so hard, they both fall down, Yoongi on top.

Jimin groans at the impact and the weight. He hears Yoongi cursing on top him. He feels Yoongi trying to get up but slipping before he could. And suddenly Jimin is laughing loudly, squeaky, breathless giggles coming out of his mouth.

Yoongi supports himself on his hands and looks down at Jimin, people crowding them and he can hear Sooyoon’s voice wondering if Jimin oppa is okay. Still a brat.

“Are you okay, Jimin?” Yoongi asks worriedly.

Instead of answering, Jimin only laughs and looks at Yoongi, eyes shining and cheeks redder than before. He looks so happy.

“Sunshine,” Yoongi whispers and Jimin takes his time to calm down before looking at Yoongi with a small smile.

“What?” He breathlessly asks.

“Sunshine, that’s what you are,” He says and Jimin smiles wider.

“I like that, hyung,” Jimin whispers, blinking softly at him. And suddenly Yoongi looks down at Jimin’s lips briefly, before leaning in slowly and abruptly he’s pushed, falling onto the ice.

“Jimin oppa, are you okay?” Sooyoon is beside him and squishing his cheeks.

“I’m okay, Sooyoon,” Jimin answers through his squished cheeks before he takes her hand off and sits up.

“Hey, Sooyoon, remember your oppa? He’s okay too,” Yoongi sarcastically answers and sits up as well, the crowd disappearing once they realize everything is okay.

“I’ve more respect for him than I have for you,” Sooyoon answers, holding Jimin’s chubby hands and warming it up. Jimin smiles at her.

“You-,”

“Hold him back,” Jimin mumbles at Jungkook. Yoongi widely thrashes in Jungkook’s arm, trying to reach Sooyoon.

At the end of the day, they all leave the rink and submit their ice skates and gloves.

“Hyung, your phone,” Jimin asks Yoongi before they were leaving the building. Yoongi frowns but passes him. After adding his own number, Jimin passes him back.

“Bye, Sooyoon, take care of Yoongi hyung,” Jimin smiles and says.

“I’m trying my best here,” She shakes her head and groans when Yoongi flicks her ear once again.

“Shouldn’t it be the other way around, Park Jimin?”

“You need more protection from her,” Yoongi can’t even disagree.

Jimin gives him a small smile and wave before the trio disappears from his sight. He sighs and looks at his phone, noticing a new contact with the name ‘Sunshine’. He guessed this Christmas wasn’t so bad even though Sooyoon was a brat as usual.

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I had fun writing this, so I hope you guys like it as well. Also, this is the end of Christmas!AUs

Finally! *Jungkook’s voice*

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Yoonmin Scenario #2

Non AU! In which, Yoongi has had trouble sleeping for a long time but it got worse this time. And he knows it’s deteriorating with his health if the paleness and eye bags prove anything. He tried every method to sleep, meditation, listening to calm music, drinking chamomile tea, changing his sleeping position, you name it, but Min Yoongi couldn’t bring himself to sleep, which was bad since he has activities to do. He felt like he’s slowly dying and Yoongi missed sleeping. He really wanted to sleep and wake up fresh the next day. 

And so, it happens. When Park Jimin catches him being awake at 3 a.m., Yoongi blurts out the reason. Feeling bad, Jimin finds him various ideas as the day and night passes by, he stays up with his hyung until his body couldn’t handle. Yoongi felt jealous but he would swallow that jealousy and smile and think about how nicely his members could rest. And then he would drape a quilt on Jimin and leave for his studio, knowing sleep would never come to him, it’s long gone.

 When nothing worked out, Jimin, one day, suggested an idea which took Yoongi by surprise. Cuddling. Yoongi’s eyes looked like it could pop out, so Jimin explained himself, about the research he did and the doctors he took advice from. For some reason, Yoongi heart swelled at that and he knew it was the worst kind of swelling. It was not the swelling of fondness for his dongsaeng, but rather just Jimin, his whole being. It was the worst kind.

 Of course, Jimin gave him options that he can sleep with anyone, to which Yoongi looked unsure. He hated being vulnerable. So Jimin said that members will understand if he tells them and they’d help him as well. But Yoongi hated cuddling, he explained and Jimin said that it doesn’t have to be cuddling, just the presence of someone next to him can soothe him to sleep. He asked his hyung to think about it.

 And Yoongi? He really, really, really wanted to sleep, so he stops Jimin before he could leave. Yoongi holds Jimin’s hand and stutters out the request without looking at him. Jimin smiled down at him and grasp Yoongi’s hand in his other hand and said he would be glad, because Jimin also really, really, really wanted his hyung to sleep.

Yoongi, at the end, reasons that it’s because Park Jimin knows his vulnerability, that all the time he had been awake with Jimin, Yoongi let a little piece of him go and its okay if its Jimin because somewhere Yoongi thinks he’ll feel comfortable with Jimin. And it’s totally not because of the weird swelling in his heart for Jimin.

     Every night, Yoongi would wait for everyone to clean up the kitchen. He’d wait for Jimin to come to his room for sleeping. Every night, Jimin would tell him that he doesn’t need to wait for him but Yoongi feels like one-day Jimin will stop coming to sleep with him, so he anxiously waits for that day.

 “Ready hyung?” Jimin almost whispers, holding his pillow. Yoongi looks at him and nods. Jin hyung is already in bed, calling a goodnight to Jimin and Yoongi. 

First Jimin settles and pats the space next to him; Yoongi hesitantly lays down as well. Even after weeks of this routine, Yoongi is hesitant, but mostly about the wrong move. Once he is settled, Jimin curls himself into Yoongi at which the latter remains stiff for few seconds before he relaxes, his body used to Jimin’s warmth. Jimin sleepily talks about his day as he rubs Yoongi’s side soothingly and Yoongi can slowly feel himself drifting into an abyss.

 “Good night, hyung,” Jimin whispers before pulling himself closer to Yoongi and squeezing, like an assurance that he’s here and Yoongi can try sleeping.

 Yoongi hums and lets the darkness take over him. It’s been weeks since Yoongi was able to sleep well, but only with the help of Jimin. He was surprised that his members took this arrangement too well. He thought they’d be opposed to the idea, or make fun of him, but they were normal about it and he couldn’t be gladder. But since now Yoongi can sleep well, really, really, really well, he almost doesn’t want to sleep anymore. Because Yoongi fears that when Jimin would realise that Yoongi is sleeping well, he would leave his side at night to sleep on his own bed, and Yoongi doesn’t want to sleep well anymore, if it means having Jimin by his side, cuddling and providing warmth in the dead of the night. 

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Yoonmin Scenario #5

Christmas!Au, In which, despite’s Yoongi horrible decorations of Christmas trees in the past years, Jimin makes him decorate the Christmas tree this year as well because, “Yoongi, you have to be in the Christmas spirit! So stop complaining and help me around, will you?” And Yoongi begrudgingly had to help him because surely Yoongi doesn’t want to shovel the snow from their driveway.

“I don’t even understand why I have to do this. This is so stupid! It’s Christmas for god’s sake, I am to sleep and wait for Santa to come, not decorate some stupid, big ass Christmas tree,” Yoongi grumbles and tries to untangle the small light bulbs.

“Yoongi, I can hear you from the kitchen, do you want to shovel the snow then? Because you can do that.” Jimin warns and Yoongi turns around to look at his long-term boyfriend, wearing a red apron with reindeer horns and Christmas hat with a whisk in his hand, looking all cute and cuddly.

“No, baby. I’m enjoying this very much, can’t you see?” Yoongi sarcastically answers and Jimin looked at him, all tied up with the Christmas lighting and many Christmas balls around him. He sighs.

“Please, can you stop grumbling about it? My cookies are not coming out well because you’re worrying me too much!” Jimin whines like a petulant child and Yoongi wishes he could feel bad, probably get up and give his boyfriend a kiss to clear the pout. But he won’t because one; he’s tied up and second; he hates Jimin at the moment. “And complete decorating the tree already!” Jimin says, turning to leave when Yoongi’s voice halts him.

“Park Jimin, do not order me around.” He growls, getting frustrated since he’s been at it for 2 hours already.

“Min Yoongi, you’re decorating the whole house now and that’s an order!” Jimin glares with the whisk and challenging Yoongi to say something again.

Yoongi opens his mouth to say something but dejectedly sighs and turns around in anger, sorting out the lights.

After another 4 hours of Christmas decoration, inside out, because this time Yoongi will fucking decorate the house, he collapses on the couch and groans, heads leaning back and eyes closed.

“Hyung,” He thought he heard Jimin’s voice in his head until he felt him next to him, curling into him. “Tired?” Jimin asks, kissing Yoongi’s jaw.

“Fucking dead,” Yoongi grumbles but nonetheless pulls Jimin closer to him because no matter how much Yoongi hated Jimin earlier, he fucking craves Jimin’s body and warmth, it honestly calms him down.

“I made hot chocolate for you,” Jimin says and Yoongi opens his eyes to look at him, looking apologetic for his behaviour earlier.

“Can you add a little bourbon to it? Because I’m ready to fucking sleep for the next century.” Yoongi says and steals a kiss from Jimin before getting a hit on the chest.

Jimin is suddenly on Yoongi’s lap, smelling all cookies and cinnamon and a little bit of vanilla, complete different from his floral scent in the morning. Yoongi wraps his arms around him and relaxes once again.

“The decorations are good, hyung. You did well.” Jimin compliments, kissing Yoongi’s cheeks and he feels like he fucking deserved that kiss.  “But can I ask you something?” Jimin mumbles, lips moving along Yoongi’s ear, sending a little chill across his spine. Jimin still affects him in the best way ever.

“Why are there mistletoe every five steps?”

Yoongi smirks and pulls himself away from Jimin, “Why do you think?” He asks and before Jimin could answer, Yoongi pulls him for a chaste kiss. “For this,” He answers for him and kisses him again.

“You’re impossible,” Jimin laughs against his mouth and steals small pecks.

Before Jimin and Yoongi could let sleep completely take over them, Jimin mumbles in sleep, “Yoongi, you have to clear the driveway tomorrow.” He reminds him and suddenly, Yoongi can’t sleep anymore, he grumbles in response.

“This is insane, this is child labour, I’m going to fucking break up with you the first thing in the morning.” He promises but pulls Jimin closer and buries his face in his hair.

“Okay, do it after clearing the driveway.” Jimin sleepily mumbles and smile when Yoongi punches him lightly.

“Yoongi, why is Jimin’s face at the top of the Christmas tree?” Jin asks, everyone around the tree, looking at the same thing.

Yoongi turns to Jimin and smiles, before giving a cheeky wink. “Because he’s the brightest star ever!” He answers, feeling no shame when his friends groaned and gagged at that.

Jimin blushes and hides his face in Yoongi hideous sweater which Jimin bought for him (read: “Yoongi, Christmas couple sweaters are the best concept!”).

Turns out Yoongi didn’t break up with Jimin that morning because how could he when he woke to the best blowjob in the world and Yoongi even cleared the snow from driveway and in turn got kissed every second, not like Jimin had a choice since Yoongi’s evil plan of hanging mistletoe everywhere.

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From the prompt:  

 “Why do you have a picture of your dog on the top of your tree?” “Because he’s the brightest star ever.” by afterglow-prompts 

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Yoonmin Scenario #1

Yoongi opens his mouth, throat suddenly dries and constricts, as if warning him about his next words, but he spoke them anyway, “Park Jimin, will you help me?” Jimin raised his head up to look at his hyung, who was avoiding his gaze, so Jimin smiled faintly and fondly, “I will try, hyung,” He paused when Yoongi looked up with hopefulness and somehow Jimin’s heart contracted, “If you want me to.” He finishes with a soft smile. College!AU in which Yoongi runs away from an abusive relationship and finds himself meeting Jimin (a total stranger), who’s all smiles and positivity and wants to help his hyung recover, but would it be possible with Yoongi’s Anthropophobia?

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Yoonmin Scenario #3

Cat Hybrid!AU in which Yoongi one day woke up to a very naked man on top of him, giving kitten licks to his own hand. And also, is that a pair of fucking kitten ears on this guy?  Later that day, with lots of caffeine intake he comes to understand that it’s his own cat– Minnie (in a human form apparently) and no he didn’t fuck anyone last night with a weird kink. Well, that’s out of the way.

  After few weeks of having Jimin as a human form, Yoongi was used to it. He was used to his cat giving him affection, cuddling to him, sleeping on him at night, following him every day in his house, he loved his cat and he was used to it. Expect he was used to the cat form of Jimin and not the human form. But he’s getting there.

So, it’s a no surprise when he finds Jimin on top of him, purring lightly while still in deep sleep. Yoongi sighs at the heavy, dead weight on him. Yoongi has always fed nicely to Jimin when he was a cat and he can literally feel it every morning, when Jimin somehow sneaks into his room and sleep on top him, just like a cat. Guess habits die hard.

Their morning starts as usual, since Jimin’s human form, Yoongi grunts and pushes Jimin off, who literally– for fuck’s sake– mewls. Yoongi chides at him for sneaking again but he’s not sure if Jimin at all understands him even in human form. But he feels like he does because whenever Yoongi used to complain about his office work, Jimin as a cat would pat his stomach in sympathy. But still, Jimin doesn’t speak, at least not human language, except no, yes and hyung. And that’s more than enough for Yoongi who’s still trying to wonder what the fuck is happening!

Yoongi is preparing breakfast for Jimin, who’s sitting and giggling at something Tae is showing. Since Jimin can’t eat cat food (because he spat it out when Yoongi fed him the first time as a human form, just bluntly spat it out), Yoongi prepares delicacies for him, as Jimin still doesn’t like all food, or is not used to all the human food. He’s like an infant still but in an adult’s body.

Since Jimin has turned into a human and Yoongi freaked out, he called all of his friends and scolded them for playing this horrible, horrible prank. At the end, it wasn’t them; it was just Yoongi’s asshole of a fate. As much as Yoongi was fazed with this idea, his friends were not and they seemed to be already in love with Jimin’s human form. He’s even lovable in human form. And so his friends decided to invite themselves to Yoongi’s house and have breakfast altogether.

Yoongi knows it’s not their love for him but for Jimin as Tae thinks and Yoongi quotes, “Makes day more bearable to go through.” And as for Jungkook, Yoongi quotes, “He’s like that lucky cat that happens once in twenty years, so we have to take all the blessings.” Bullshit, that’s what it was. Jimin doesn’t understand shit but sure he likes the attention.

Let it be known that not to mess with Min Yoongi until he has had his coffee, even if you’re cute. And in hurry of making Jimin’s breakfast, who’s very hungry in the morning, he gets really pissed off at Jimin playing with food and not eating it. Because Yoongi woke up really fucking early with a dead weight, prepared food for everyone (because as much as he wants to kill his friends and bath in their blood, Yoongi is not cruel and would not let them be empty stomach).

And for the first time in Jimin’s human form, Yoongi raised his voice at him, which got him quiet in the next moment and everyone else as well. Thank fuck! And in the next moment, a soft hand grabbed his arm and pulled it. Yoongi turned in annoyance and all his anger dissolved by once looking at Jimin’s face.

Jimin who was surprised and was pointing at his eyes, while tightly holding onto Yoongi. Jimin who had no frown on his face (even after Yoongi scolded him) but just a confused expression. Everybody was silent at the interaction and Yoongi looked at what was Jimin pointing at and turns out it was his eyes, which was watering in which Yoongi can only decipher was sadness. And one tear falls down.

“Hyung!” Jimin cried but not in sadness but out of surprise at the tear fall. Jimin is still not used to the human emotions, expect happiness.

Fuck, fuck, fuck, Yoongi is officially just the worst human being to which Tae would definitely agree. Jimin shakes his arm as more tears fall down but he is still confused rather than sad.

“Wow, that’s the worst thing you could ever do, hyung.” Namjoon chimes and Yoongi would agree.

“You-you made Jimin cry,” Tae sounds disappointed but not surprised and Yoongi doesn’t question.

“Yoongi, how could you?!” Hoseok exclaims and Yoongi wanted to slap him upside down and remind him of the word ‘hyung’.

“I kinda want to disown you now, hyung.” Jungkook disappointedly says and Yoongi wants to remind him that he fucking practically raised him and not the other way around.

“Yoongi, the world will end and so will you, by my hand, if you don’t stop Jimin’s tears,” Jin demands and let it be known sometimes Yoongi is scared of Jin. But only sometimes. Like right now.

Yoongi sighs and looks down because fuck, sad Jimin might be the actual end of this world. But he knows how to calm him, so Yoongi looks up at Jimin and smiles softly, takes his hand which he was holding and pulls him out of the kitchen, out of the earshot. He takes a crying but very confused Jimin to the living room and makes him sit down, while Yoongi kneels. One thing to know about Jimin is that he likes the complete attention on him.

“I’m sorry, Minnie,” Yoongi says and hopes Jimin understands them, “But please don’t cry, hyung gets sad too when you cry.” It feels like Yoongi is talking to a child but since Jimin is still getting used to human form, he has to tread on the thin line. He wipes falling tears and Jimin is looking at him as if demanding attention to what’s happening with him. When his tears don’t stop, Yoongi pulls his last straw. Actions anyway speak louder than words.

“Do you want hyung to hug you?” And so Jimin nods. For him, hug means cuddle, because if someone attaches themselves to Jimin, it’s hard to leave the hold since Jimin mewls and that’s another worst thing you could do, hear Jimin’s sad mewls. Jimin doesn’t speak but he understands words and actions.

So Yoongi sits beside him and pats his lap, Jimin immediately moulds himself to Yoongi, burying his face in Yoongi’s neck and fingers clutching his t-shirt while he sniffles quietly. Jimin doesn’t know this is not right, this position, this intimate position between two men, Yoongi knows but he doesn’t have the heart to say no to Jimin and if it’s not him, it’ll be one of the boys and for some reason Yoongi doesn’t like the idea of Jimin on someone else’s lap, even if it’s his friends.

He runs his back soothingly up to his hair, near his kitten ear, which twitches. He scratches near the ear which makes Jimin sigh and calms down, his soft, average length, furry tail swaying back and forth, a sign that Jimin is enjoying the touch and calming down. Yoongi unconsciously kisses his temple and soothe him.

And Yoongi is strangely content, whenever Jimin is closer, whenever Jimin is all over him, all the times Jimin would run to open the door for Yoongi and jump on him, shouting, “Hyung!” multiple times in his ear, or the times when Jimin is sleeping on top of him at night, whenever Jimin is smiling, which is always since nobody raises their voice at him, too afraid to sin by making Jimin sad.

Yoongi doesn’t mind being a little late if it means cuddling Jimin until he’s smiling wide and giggling with everyone and eating his food and not upset with Yoongi. It’s all worth the shouting at his work.

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Added few things because they were obviously missing. Thank you for all reading these!

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My AO3 Fics

we’re gonna stick together (we’ll get through it all)

Mentally Unstable! AU, In which two months ago, Jimin was kidnapped and tortured to the point he is afraid of everything, afraid of being out, interacting, people. And his tortured videos were sent to Yoongi, a top police officer, who kept searching for his boyfriend for the last two months. And when he has found him, it seems like neither he recognizes his boyfriend nor Jimin recognizes Yoongi. 

But I’m Gonna be Warm this Winter

Library!AU, In which Jimin falls in love with the way his hoodie looks on Yoongi.

A long time ago (we used to be friends)

Haters to Lovers!AU, In which Min Yoongi fucking loathes Park Jimin for many reasons he can write it down. And ‘loathe’ maybe a bit extreme from Jin hyung’s point of view, but guess what? He didn’t ask. He just fucking hates that goddamn stale ass, shorty, arrogant, obnoxious laughter piece of shit. You get the point. 

you’ve shown me I have reasons (I should love myself)

ABO!AU, In which, Yoongi wants to have a second baby and Jimin feels insecure about their marriage, despite being mated. 

We Kiss in a Shadow

Royalty! AU, In which Crown Prince Yoongi and slave Jimin, fighting against fate and running away, they finally meet the end of their love. 

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Many of you, who have been here for long might have read these already but for the new followers...you can check out my yoonmin oneshots on AO3 and many more on Tumblr navigation page or under the tags YMSN1, YMSN2, YMSN3.

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