#jimin sfw

[minnielvrr]

Day 1: Harvest

Lee: Taehyung Ler: Jimin Word Count: 924

A/N: Yayyy my first BTS fic!!😋 Hope you enjoy~🥰🤗💖

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@reginald-stay09, @jungwon-is-the-one

The three maknaes sat around the small table, sipping on a herbal tea that Jimin had bought.

They had decided to spend their last Autumn before the military together at a cottage in the countryside.

It had been Taehyung’s idea and he’d rented a place with a small apple orchard in the back too.

After hours of laying around, playing board games and snacking, Tae and Jimin decide to go pick some apples with the promise that Kookie would bake some treats with them.

They left Jungkook to focus on a sketch he’d started on, grabbing woven baskets and heading out.

It was a 5-minute trip and the two men were amazed sight that greeted them.

The orchard was peaceful, the fading light of the sunset casting a warm glow over the rows of apple trees.

As they surveyed the place, the duo figured things would be much more fun if the stakes were upped a notch and decided to make a game of it.

“Whoever picks more of the best apples here wins!” Taehyung announced with a flourish, and Jimin giggled at him.

“What do I win?” He asked, playfully provoking his best friend. Tae levelled him with a challenging look. “The right to tickle the other person for 5 minutes.”

The older’s eyes widened, a light blush dusting his cheeks. He noticed that despite his bold words, Tae was in a similar state.

“Alright, you’re on,” Jimin grinned, already planning his ‘punishment’. Tae was gonna lose this little game of his, one way or another.

The two had been laughing and competing for the last few minutes, their baskets slowly filling up.

But as Tae darted ahead, reaching for a particularly shiny apple, Jimin pounced. “Not so fast!” Jimin laughed, tugging Tae back by the arm.

The younger stumbled and Jimin’s fingers grazed his waist accidentally. That’s when he felt it—Taehyung’s immediate, helpless flinch.

“Oh?” Jimin’s eyes twinkled with newfound mischief. “Ticklish, huh?” Before Tae could defend himself, Jimin’s fingers danced across his waist, sending him into a fit of laughter.

“Ahahahaha nooo! Jihihimin!!” Tae’s voice was frantic, his legs kicking out helplessly as Jimin found the perfect spot.

“Youhuhuhu’re cheheheating!!” But Jimin’s grin only widened, his hands not letting up. “Loser’s gotta pay the price,” he teased.

“Ihihi dihidn’t lohohose yehet!!” Tae protested through sweet giggles, knees buckling. The two ended up on the leaf covered ground, Jimin’s hands never once letting up.

After a brief struggle, he managed to straddle the other, allowing his hands to roam free over his belly and sides.

Tae was sensitive everywhere. It didn’t matter if Jimin’s hands were scribbling his hips or digging into the crevices of his ribs, any and all actions seemed to garner giggles and cackles.

“ohoho myhy gahaHAHAHAD!! nonoNO nohohohot thehehehere!!” Jimin’s fingers had touched a certain spot on Tae’s waist that had the younger’s legs kicking out involuntarily.

Jimin paused for a moment, then pressed his fingers here and there until he found the point that earned him the same reaction.

Tae watched him with wide eyes, laughter spiking in pitch as an evil yet beautiful smile blooms on his friend’s face.

“Did I find good spot Taehyung-ah?” He cooed, one hand now fixing onto the spot while his free hand kept Tae still.

Ticklish sparks lit across his skin as Jimin kept up the attack, leaving him a squirming, blushing mess on the floor. “Ahahahahaha plehehease! Jihihimin! Jihihimihin-ahaha nohoho!!”

Taehyung’s heart raced, torn between laughter and helplessness as Jimin’s fingers grazed over his most ticklish spot.

A mix of embarrassment and joy flushed his cheeks, and he could hardly breathe between his giggles.

As Jimin watched Tae laugh his head off, an idea popped up. He stopped, reaching over to pick up a dry leaf  and shook it free of dirt.

“Think this could tickle you too, my cute ticklish baby?” He mused, pretending to swipe the leaf over Tae’s bare belly , that had been exposed from all his struggling.

“No! Nohoho ihihit’ll tihihickle mehehe!!” Tae pleaded, bright giggles bubbling up despite Jimin not having done anything.

“Really? Let’s test that out shall we?” The older didn’t waste any time, twirling the tool in the air then dipping it straight into Tae’s navel and drilling in.

The leaf was soft, folding immediately, but the edges still poked and dragged on Taehyung’s skin in a way that felt unbearable to the lee.

His back arched and he threw his head back as deep, belly laughs rang through the orchard.

It was beautiful. The sunset, sweet smelling apples and now Tae’s happy laughter and pretty, heart-shaped smile.

“tihihihickles!! IHIT TIHIHCKLES JIHIHIMIN-AHAHAHA PLEHEHEHEASE!!”

Jimin kept this up for minutes, moving the leaf around; from Tae’s belly to his sides to his neck and ears, stopping only when Tae’s laughter grew breathless and his squirming became weaker.

“Do you think Kookie could hear you?” The older teased as he helped Tae up onto wobbly feet, brushing away the twigs and leaves stuck to his clothes and hair.

By the time they made it back, both were covered in dirt and laughter, the playful tension still lingering between them.

But as Tae realized the game’s true outcome, a mischievous glint sparked in his eyes.

“I think I won after all,” he whispered, lunging at Jimin just as Jungkook grinned from his spot near the oven.

Their laughter filled the room as the second round unfolded.

It was nice spending time together. They couldn’t wait to bring their hyungs here next year.

please lemme know if there are any typos or mistakes🤗💖

[mapofthemazeinthemirror]

BTS playing Animal Crossing with you

do not repost my work in any form

Warnings: none! enjoy :)

☆ gender neutral reader

Jin

Jin isn’t interested in playing when you first start. He says it’s not really his kind of game. But pretty soon, he has a copy of his own and is parked next to you on the couch, arguing aloud with Tom Nook, that tyrant. Jin is king of his island, chasing villagers he doesn’t like with nets - maybe they’ll take a hint and leave. Mainly enjoys collecting, trying to finish his museum, and flower breeding.

Yoongi

The places you play the most are in bed and on the couch in Yoongi’s studio. Many nights Yoongi comes home after a long day, crawls into bed alongside you and says he’s going to sleep, but ends up watching you play until his mind is quiet and he drifts off. You often hear him humming the game’s background music as he potters around the house, not even aware that he’s doing it.

Hoseok

Once you introduce Hobi to Animal Crossing, you can’t pull him away for days on end. “But my flowers need watering and I need to check my shops and I have to talk to my favourite neighbours so they don’t think I’m abandoning them!” What about abandoning me, you point out. “We can play together! Just don’t run through my flowers.” He’s dead serious.

Namjoon

Your boyfriend Namjoon comes in very handy when Redd comes around. Who needs to search up a guide on which paintings are real or fake when you have an art enthusiast in the house? He doesn’t mind either, he enjoys the challenge and is proud that you think he’s so smart. He thinks the game is cute and sometimes watches you play when he doesn’t feel like doing anything.

Jimin

Jimin would play only because you do. When he has a lot of downtime the two of you squish together on the bed and play, visiting each other’s islands and taking pictures of your characters doing silly things together, swimming and watching the shooting stars. When he hasn’t played for a while because he is busy, he complains and pouts about the amount of weeds covering his island.

Taehyung

Tae thinks all the ugly villagers are cute. You look up how to get rid of the ones you don’t want on your island, and he is offended. How could you plot the removal of his new best friend Barold? He hates shaking trees because he is constantly being stung by bees. Always asking you for emergency Bells to buy furniture that he wants before it disappears from the store.

Jungkook

Spends more time playing Happy Home than he spends on his own island. He gets so into designing elaborate interiors for his pixel friends - every detail from lighting to ambience, it all has to be just right. Honestly, he’s racked up more hours than you have, and when you’re not playing yourself you’re more than likely watching him and trying not to be jealous of his digital decorating talents.

written by mapofthemazeinthemirror - do not repost my work in any form

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How to Steal Moonlight |2|

Chapter 2. The Brawl

→ Pairing: mafia!BTS x reader (not poly)

→ word count: 3.1k (yes she's itty bitty)

→ warnings/tags: SFW, we're angry and fighting but we're also really thirsty?

→ a/n: hellloooo, it's me. updating with just a little chapter that's been sitting in my drafts for almost a year. pls accept this humble offering. for those of you still reading this, ily.

“Where is she?”  

Tearing across the room, you rip the card from the lilies, taking a handful of the flowers along with you. Jungkook stares at you, a hint of fear in his eyes.  

You’ve cracked. Shattered, and the pieces of you that were still intact are scattering across the ground until the only thing that’s left are the mangled lilies hanging from your hand.  

“Who? What’s…tell me what’s going on!” He calls after you, wincing from the effort it took to yell. “Hey!” 

You’re gone, out the door and striding down the corridor with death in your eyes. Namjoon and Hoseok appear, guns drawn. “What’s wrong?” Namjoon asks. 

Fire licks up your veins just looking at him. All you can see is her, reflected in his eyes.  

“Where’s Victoria?”  

He stiffens, jaw set at the mere mention of her name. “What did she do?” 

“Where is she?”  

Hoseok answers after seeing the stricken look on Namjoon’s face. “Kitchen.” 

It’s all the answer you need, already breaking out into a run. Hoseok hangs back, ducking his head into Jungkook’s room. Namjoon is hot on your heels, looking for all the world as though he’s trying to come up with an explanation but doesn’t dare hope for one.  

“Victoria!” Shout echoing down the staircase, you take the stairs two at a time. The kitchen light is on, the voices inside quieting. All you see is red as you jump down to the landing. Free hand fumbling for something – anything. A knife, a gun, an old newspaper.  

A pack of gum is all you can find in your pockets, but you hold it as if it’s your preferred weapon as you burst into the kitchen. Both Yoongi and Jimin sit at the island, the latter holding a spoon of cereal to his mouth.  

Victoria sits at the table, feet up, face hiding behind a book. Her eyes are icy as they flick up to your form, sliding to the hulking figure of Namjoon behind you.  

Taking advantage of the distraction, you huck the pack of gum with every ounce of power you have.  

It flies through the air, spiraling as it shoots like a torpedo before connecting square with Victoria’s exposed forehead.  

“You little-” she drops the book, massaging the already red welt. “Did you just hit me with a pack of gum?”  

Legs carrying you over to the table, you sidestep a bemused Yoongi and yank Victoria’s chair out. “Recognize this?” The card hits the table along with the lilies, crest facing the ceiling. Victoria has the good sense to flinch away from it as if it were a live snake baring its fangs.  

“What are you on about this time?” Her eyes meet yours, that insufferable smirk eating up her face. You have half a mind to slap it off, raising your hand to do so, but something holds you back. 

No, not something. Someone.  

“Let me go,” you hiss, yanking your hand from Namjoon’s grasp. He stares down at you with a stony expression, jaw twitching. “And you,” stepping closer, you block off any escape route. “You have ten seconds to tell me how this got here before I pick a bone to break.” 

Namjoon shuffles closer, eyes lit from the inside with an unholy flame. “Skipping straight to violence, capa? Since when were you the one to get their hands dirty?” 

“Don’t think I’m about to start paying you for your opinion.” 

Yoongi appears at Namjoon’s shoulder. “Step back, Namjoon.” 

“Are you kidding me right now? She’s gonna kill her!” 

“That’s sweet, Joon,” Victoria croons, sparing him a withering look. “Glad to see you still care when it’s convenient.” 

Yoongi pulls Namjoon back a few steps, the job considerably easier now that he’s been impaled on Victoria’s barbed words. Jimin remains at the island, pouring more cereal into his bowl while he watches the show. 

“Ten seconds,” you remind Victoria. She rolls her eyes, grabbing the crest and holding it up to the light. “Did Yadiel teach you the easiest way to break a clavicle, too?” 

She snarls, throwing the card back onto the table. “He taught me lots of things, kid, though I doubt he dared touch you. His precious little student could never stoop to such lows, could she?”  

Seokjin has wandered in now, taking in the view with an air of boredom. He approaches the island, tapping Jimin’s shoulder. “This seat taken?” 

“All yours.”  

“Your nose might be the better choice,” you muse, cold fury sludging through your bloodstream. “It might be an improvement.” 

Victoria laughs, the sound high and shrill. It grates against your ears. “You really think you’re something, don’t you? I’m absolutely terrified. Look, I’m shaking.” She extends her arm out in a mock show-and-tell, and you seize it, holding her elbow straight.  

Voice dropping into a lover’s murmur, you approach a different tactic. “Shaking like you do when you let yourself fall asleep?” Victoria’s face flickers between resentment and shock as you speak. “I’ve heard you calling out, Victoria. What are you dreaming about?” She shuts down, expression turning impassive in a last-ditch effort to avoid showing her hand. “Do you lie to yourself and say that you would’ve killed him if you had the chance? Is the fact that I’m the one that did it what keeps you up at night?” 

One moment, you’re standing before her, and the next she’s pinning you to the ground. Stars dance in your vision as your skull hits the tile, the world a mess of gnashing teeth and hair. You struggle to get a hand free, distracting her as you suddenly flip your weight, sending her toppling to the floor beneath you. Somehow you clamber to your feet, momentum churning. 

“You ran away!” She accuses, kicking out as you lunge for her. Blinded by rage, you receive the kick square in the stomach. “You shot him, and all this time, you’ve probably thought that he was afraid of you. That he never sought you out for fear that you’d finish what you started.” 

“I did,” you wheeze. Around the kitchen, everyone stands frozen. Seokjin keeps twitching in his seat, jaw set. “I killed him, in the end.” 

“Only because Taehyung let you.”  

Your head snaps up to see the expression on her face. Braid undone; Victoria’s greasy hair frames the exhausted expression on her face. “He didn’t…” but you trail off, unable to finish the sentence. Victoria nods before lashing out once more, going for your legs. This time you expect it, spinning out and tripping her. Instead of dropping to the ground she grunts, pulling you down with her. Your teeth sing with the impact.  

“Yadiel waited for Taehyung’s order to return like a good dog. Why do you think that was? He wanted you back, Bianchi. Talked about it all the time.” She laughs as you elbow her, causing her to lose her grip. “I almost killed him myself a couple times purely because he wouldn’t shut up about his little Bianchi princess!” 

The thought makes your stomach flip, recalling the feeling of his breath curling over your ear – the prolonged touches along your hips as he adjusted your stance.  

You try to roll away, but Victoria is faster. She pulls you back, sitting on your spine as your face digs into the floor. “You wonder why he dressed me up in red? Have you ever thought about that? Red dresses, red nails, red lips. Everything red – I think it helped him forget that I was just a consolation prize. Something Taehyung gifted him to keep him quiet.” 

The humiliation of being pummeled in front of your crew makes your cheeks burn a sharper scarlet, but try as you might to break free, Victoria holds on all the tighter. She isn’t done. 

“You have no idea what he had planned for you, do you? The life he wanted. All the things he was going to…” Victoria stumbles over her own words, her breath catching. 

The truth is staring you in the face, and you think you’re going to be sick on the kitchen floor. Swallowing hard, you close your eyes against the thought.  

“I’m you.” She rises with one last push off your body, sneering. Even with your blurred vision you can see the tear tracks on her cheeks. “I’m the version that couldn’t get away. Better looking, smarter. Not quite as noble as his little Bianchi. But you all the same.” 

Victoria walks back to the table, ignoring you as you flip onto your back. Grabbing the lilies and the card, she stands above you. You stare back up at her, having the distinct feeling that you’re six feet under, staring up from your grave as she throws flowers down.  

“If you think for even one second that I’d do anything for Kim Taehyung, I’ll personally dig your grave next to Yadiel’s. Understood?” 

Nobody speaks as she storms from the kitchen, leaving you still on your back. You can hear every step she takes up the stairs, stomping away back to whatever hole it is she hides in when she wishes to disappear. The kitchen is silent as a mouse as everyone sits in shock, staring down at your prone body.  

“She’s got spirit, Namjoon,” you spit out. “I’ll give you that.” 

Namjoon looks disheveled despite the fact that Victoria never laid a finger on him. He clears his throat, tearing his eyes away from your glare.  

“I’m…” 

“Don’t apologize.” You roll up onto your knees, back screaming in protest. No serious damage, but enough to bruise more than your pride. “Run a perimeter around the building.” 

He doesn’t stick around long enough to say anything more, Yoongi hot on his heels. Jimin’s eyes dance between their retreating figures and you. “Er…So, I’m gonna go see a guy about some hubcaps…” 

As soon as he vanishes, you become ultra-aware of being alone here with Seokjin. He strides over, kneeling in front of you so he’s eye level.  

“Where’d you find this?” He asks, picking the discarded card up from off the floor. The sight of it makes you nauseas.  

“Flowers. On Jungkook’s side table.” 

“Oh.” He lets it flutter back to the ground, fingers finding your hair as he pushes it back gently. “How’d that feel?” 

Your eyes shut, forcing yourself to see nothing but black. “Which part? The part when I realized that our security measures are an absolute joke? Or when I got laid out by Namjoon’s ex?” 

Seokjin cracks a smile that quickly turns into a sympathetic wince. “If it makes you feel any better, you just got more action than Namjoon’s had in years.” 

Croaking out a laugh, you lean heavily on the side of the table and rise to your feet. Seokjin watches your every breath, something hard and calculating hiding behind those dark eyes of his.  

“Spit it out,” you say, although it comes out as more of a whisper than anything.  

“I just…” he shakes his head. “Not sure this is the appropriate moment to say this-” 

“Seokjin.” He meets your eyes at your firm tone. “Out with it.” 

He frowns, staring down at the table. It strikes you at that moment just how tall he is. He certainly towers over you, but it’s the way he’s ever so slightly hunched over, as if shielding you from what lies beyond these four walls. It makes you lean in a little closer, hand reaching out to grasp the sleeve of his sweater.  

Seokjin’s eyes flash as you sway into view, latching onto yours with an electric shock. He visibly swallows before he speaks.  

“If you’re going to fight,” he murmurs, “you need to avoid getting so beat up.” 

You can’t help but scoff. “Are you seriously telling me to win next time?” 

“And if I am?” 

“Well,” you shrug. “It couldn’t be helped. She was better. Angrier.” 

Seokjin shakes his head, eyes dropping to the ground as he steps closer, effectively trapping you against the table. You rest against it, arching a brow.  

This man. You don’t know where you two stand, or where you’re going. Everything since that night you kissed is a blur – a memory that you find playing on repeat at all hours of the day. Whatever this is, it’s impossible not to feel as if you’re being pulled in by his personal magnetic field.  

He grasps your hands only to plant them firmly on the tabletop, making you lean back even farther. Any hope that he didn’t hear your faint gasp is diminished when he grins, cheeks reddening.  

“Next time, it’s ok to play a little dirty,” he whispers. He clamps down on his smile long enough to nose along your throat. You wonder if he can feel your heart pounding as he pauses, lips trailing just below your jaw.  

Your eyes slip shut as you frown. “That’s hardly fair,” you respond, lungs no longer functioning as Seokjin plants an obscenely innocent kiss to your neck. It’s quickly followed by another, this one much slower.  

You can feel his smile against your skin, sending goosebumps racing along your flesh. “You’re seriously concerned about fair? In our line of work?” 

It’s silly, you know that. To be concerned about keeping score while working as a glorified thief. Yet it’s how you’ve always worked. Keeping track of the hits, as though counting cards in a casino.  

A part of you had always thought that you could anticipate when the next blow would come. Now, you can hardly get back up again before Taehyung strikes again. 

Seokjin pauses, straightening up until he meets your eyes. 

“You’re thinking about him again.” 

Not a question – not that it needs to be. He seems to be able to sense it whenever you get sidetracked like this. It’s certainly not the first time that it’s come between you and what you want.  

Which is Seokjin. Your heart seems to beat out his name as you frown. Seok-jin, Seok-jin. Seok-jin. 

It’s a struggle to not lean forward, lose yourself in his touch rather than have to face the issue nipping at your skin. 

“I don’t want to be,” you whisper, eyes closing. “I hate this. Everything he’s left behind.” 

“What will you do?” 

There’s his lips again, whispering into your hair. He’s pulling you against him, letting you rest in his arms. Your mind flicks back to your earlier revelation. Seokjin, coming into your bedroom. Checking on you. Just making sure you’re still there.  

You’re both too broken for this. 

“Tonight? Start looking into staff. Doctors, nurses, janitors. Whoever might be on his side. Someone here must have planted the card.” 

A pause. “And then?” 

“Seokjin, I...” you chew on the inside of your cheek as the truth roils through your veins. Leaning back, you look up into his dark eyes. See the fear that sometimes grips him in the middle of the night, lingering just below the surface. The something else that you never know what to make of.

You let out a long breath. The something else in his eyes wins out. 

“I’ll go with you.” 

Killing a man has consequences. Of the bad sort, typically. Jail time, guilty conscience, a trail of blood and tears left behind. Nasty business. 

Yet standing here, now, you just can’t find it in yourself to care.  

“Jungkook, lay down.”  

He obliges, bed creaking. The glare he directs toward the end of his nose is most likely directed your way, although you can’t be sure. It could be for the chocolate pudding, now out of reach.  

Hoseok, sitting on the edge of his bed, reaches it and passes it back to him. “So...how do you want to go about this?” 

Everyone is here, even Victoria. She sits in the back, near the door. There’s a bruise blooming along her jaw. This you add to the list of things you don’t care about. Besides, you’re fairly certain she gave you a concussion.  

“Do we even have eyes on his location?” Jimin asks. “Did he actually go home?” 

Yoongi clears his throat. “He was last spotted five days ago. Looks like he’s holed up in his family’s estate for the moment.” 

Like the rat he is. 

You clap your hands together, wincing at the loud sound. “Great. Here’s the thing – we can’t all hop on a plane and jet over to Italy-” 

“Sicily,” Jimin and Hoseok speak in unison. 

“Same thing. We can’t all show up looking for him. We’d be caught out in no time. So – here's the deal. Yoongi, you’re here. We have business with the Genovese family, which you’ll be heading up. Don’t look at me like that – we've talked about this. Jimin, Hoseok, you’ll be helping him.” 

Hoseok frowns, but it’s Jimin that complains. “There’s no way you’re leaving me behind. You’ve already broken the terms of our contract-” 

Your ears burn bright red as you recall that Jimin – Jimin, the gods-forsaken heathen – is the one who found out about you and Seokjin. And now he’s blackmailing you with it.  

“- and I’ll do much worse than that if you don’t do as I ask,” you finish for him, offering up a sickly sweet smile. “Namjoon, Seokjin, with me. We’ll be leaving first thing tomorrow for Italy-” 

“Sicily,” Jimin groans forlornly. 

“- so pack your bags. We’ll go over the details on the plane and fill the rest of you in.” 

Jungkook makes a sound of protest from his bed, and struggles to sit up on his elbows. “Take me with you!” 

“No.” 

“Sorry, I meant to say, I’m going with you.”  

You turn your back on him, heading toward the door. “No, you’re not. You’re not in any state to go anywhere right now, Kook. You’ll stay here. When you’re ready, you’ll join Yoongi and assist him here.” 

“But I-” 

His protests are cut off by an icy voice. “I’m going with you.” 

You stop in your tracks. “You don’t want that.” 

Victoria rises from her seat. The fire in her eyes hasn’t gone down yet. If anything, it’s burning brighter than before. As she nudges past Namjoon, she tilts her chin up a bit higher.  

“Take me with you.” 

She stops right in front of you, and you see it, then. What she needs. All the pent up anger and the sheer sense of loss she must feel after losing herself to Yadiel.  

All of it is Taehyung’s fault.  

I’m you, she’d said in the kitchen. As she gazes into your eyes unflinchingly, you can’t help but know she’s right.  

“One condition.” 

Her head tllts to the side, interested. “Name your price.” 

The smile threatening to break through is difficult to contain. Still, you manage it. “Teach me how to fight like you.” 

Victoria grins, and the sight is unnerving. Feral.  

A reflection of yourself.  

“Deal.” 

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🌸 :: Park Jimin lee/ler Headcanons

this hc was requested anonymously!!

Lee:

❈ A little cutie :(

❈ Little baby is so adorably ticklish bro I cannot

❈ His worst spot would 100% be his underarms / knees / hips!!!

❈ His giggles would be so bubbly and adorable. It makes you SO happy you hear him giggle

❈ I definitely see jimin being more on the lee side

❈ Squirming around is 100% a given.

❈ He'd be trying his best to get away (not doing a great job, might I add) but you tell him otherwise just to encourage the adorable scene taking place right underneath you. :(((

❈ He'd be a blushing mess underneath you. Squirming, blushing, and giggling uncontrollably. The absolute CUTEST.

❈ Teasing gets this little cutie so much bro...

❈ You can make this man a strawberry just by saying "tickle" (real bro)

❈ I can see him squeaking and letting out little screams quiiite often.

❈ Squealing!! He squeals usually when you get his neck or belly. Mostly. Although, at random times he'd squeal if the tickling starts getting a liiittle too much!!

❈ Tickle his hips? He'll be bucking forever. I see that as being one of his spots that makes this poor boy SCREAM.

❇ Kicking, definitely.

❈ Now, a perfect time to mention his BABY GIGGLES.

❇ They get louder and louder by the minute.

❈ "ee...EheheEhHeEHHEHEHHEHEHEH-"

❈ Literally they are just as sweet as his voice.

❈ 90% lee :3

Ler:

❇ He isn't much of a ler, {10%} but when he does tickle you, he's quite a little meanie.

❇ He'd ask for your worst spot. If you didn't give it up him, he'd do the absolute CUTEST lil pout.

❇ He'd pout until you gave in and told him. The minute you do, he'd giggle and immediately tickle you there.

❇ Since teasing gets go him, I see (at most) him using words of affirmation when tickling you!

❇ "Aww! How cute!! Your giggling gets so much louder when I get you here!!!" AAGHHH IT'S THE SWEETEST BUT MOST FLUTTERING THINGG

❇ It will always be the SOFTEST, most playful tickle with him!!

❇ EXCEPT if you were to tease him about something.

❇ Little pouty baby.

❇ If you were to tease him, he'd most likely tickle you to get you to stop. (This would then start a playful little tickle war) :3

❇ Lee or ler, he would pout.

❇ If anything, pouting is what gets him tickled, and what encourages him to tickle others.

❇ Besides tickling your worst spots once he finds out, he would use it to his advantage at random times.

❇ He would be poking at that specific spot in public or when you guys are alone just to see your pretty smile.

❇ Hearing your giggles would most definitely be the highlight of his day.

❇ Anytime you made a noise besides laughter, he would tease you and laugh along with you! (totally ignoring the fact he does the same)

❇ "Aww.. .. those are some pretty little giggles!! I could hear them forever. And.. honestly, I might just make sure that's reality!!"

❇ It's true, sometimes he just adores your giggles so much that he gets carried away and sometimes can overdo it.

❇ But that's why he takes extra special care of you after!!

❇ Movie nights. ALWAYS. Anytime tickles happen, a movie is right after. Cuddles, kisses, and everything. He will do anything and everything to make you feel loved right after little tickle fights/moments happen.

❇ Isn't he the sweetest? :(((

[sugary-sweet-anon]

HELLO!

In your last post, you wrote to a user, "I can do it if you want, send me a plan." Ah, I'm not that person and I can give you another example of fiction. I don't know if you can do it, but I still want you to try!

My fic is about Lee Namjoon.

Namjoon is generally a person who constantly tickles the members. So, judging by the moments, it is.

Namjoon loves to tease and tickle them, but now all the members want to take revenge on him and catch him.

and they realize that this man tickling them is very ticklish and they tickle torture him

Can you make a Lee Namjoon and ler Bts story like this? Please🥹💗

This is my first fanfic! I don't know how well this will be received, but I hope you enjoy it! As I was writing it, it turned into something a bit different. Thank you very much for requesting, and I'm sorry it's taken so long.

Leader's Plight

Lee!Namjoon, Ler!BTS

It was a calm day for the Bangtan boys. A day where they had a light schedule. These days were few and far between, so all seven of them took advantage of it.

Most of them were resting. Others were watching TV. Overall, just a calm and peaceful day.

"HYUHUHUHUNG NOHOHO!!!"

Well, it WAS anyway. Five of the guys met outside their rooms, confused looks on all of their faces.

"What in the world was that?" Jimin was the first to speak up.

"I dunno, but it woke me up," Yoongi mumbled, clearly agitated.

"It sounded like it came from Jin hyung's room."

Taehyung was right. With his room being closest to Seokjin's, he could easily tell. (A/N I don't know how their rooms are set up so just work with me on this). They all agreed and followed the laughter to the eldest's room. What awaited them on the other side, however, was not what they expected.

"JIHIHIN HYUHUHUHUNG KNOCK IT OHOHOHOFF!!"

Directly in front of them, in the middle of the floor, was Namjoon, their leader. In a writhing mass of laughter. And who was causing all of this? Seokjin, the eldest of the seven.

The other five boys stood in awe of what was happening. They never thought that their strong leader would be this ticklish!

"Whoa! How did this start?" Hoseok asked with a grin on his face.

Jin paused his attack on Namjoon, leaving the younger to gasp for air on the floor.

"This brat thought he could get away with forgetting to use 'hyung' after my name!" He exclaimed dramatically. He wasn't really angry or upset at Namjoon. He just felt like teasing him for it.

The others knew this too, but they decided to play along with their oldest hyung. After all, it wasn't often that Namjoon was the victim of a tickle attack. 99% of the time, he was the one who started them. And, well, this seemed like the perfect opportunity for revenge~.

"Ooooo hyungie is in trouble!" Jungkook couldn't resist approaching his favorite member and wiggling his fingers at him.

"You little brat!" Namjoon felt his face heat up as he reached out and squeezed the youngest's side.

"EHEHEY!" Jungkook quickly pinned Namjoon's hands down. "I'm not the one who forgot to be respectful to our wonderful Jin-hyung"

"Ahhh Joonie you should know better~!" Hobi mischievously smirked.

"So disrespectful!" Jimin shook his head, slowly kneeling down beside Jungkook.

"I think you've earned yourself this punishment, Namjoon-ah," Yoongi said.

Namjoon tried wriggling away, but unfortunately Jin had too strong of a hold on him still. "Wahahahait guys we can talk about thihihis!"

Taehyung, who had been quiet this whole time, suddenly spoke up. "Hey, you know what I just realized?"

The others looked at him expectantly. "What is it hyung?" Jungkook asked, his big eyes wide with curiosity.

"Namjoonie hyung tickles us all the time! We never get to see him like this!" Tae couldn't help but smile in glee.

Everyone gasped happily. Except the young man in question. "TAEHYUNG-AH!" Namjoon yelled in disbelief. If his face wasn't red before, it definitely was now.

Jin, meanwhile, was growing impatient. "Ya, are you all going to stand there or help me with him?" He said, his eyes glinting with mischief.

The others didn't say another word before they all pounced on their leader. Jungkook near his head, tickling his neck, Jimin and Taehyung going after his feet, Hoseok and Yoongi at his armpits, and Jin still at his original spot at his sides and stomach.

The response was immediate. "GAHAHAHAHA GUHUHUHUYS NOHOHOHOHO!!" Namjoon's hyena-like laughter exploded into the air. He couldn't focus on anything except the ticklish sensations. Try as hard as he might, there was no way he could escape!

"This is your punishment Joonie! Take it like a man!" Jin said playfully, digging into the poor boy's sides.

"I'm just happy to finally be tickling him instead of the other way around!" Tae exclaimed happily. He was currently scratching the leader's left sole with his long nails, eliciting screams of laughter from him. The other maknaes nodded in agreement.

"Tickle tickle tickle Namjoonie!" Hobi teased in a high-pitched voice while scribbling away at Namjoon's left armpit.

"DOHOHOHON'T TEHEHEHEHEASE MEHEHEHEHE!!" Dang it, why did Hobi have to be so good at teasing? Probably practiced on the maknaes. He attempted to hide his face by turning his head away from Hobi, but was met with Jungkook's wriggling fingers in his neck.

"Awwww hyungie is shy!" Jungkook cooed. He leaned down close to Namjoon's ear. "Coochie coo hyung~"

This caused Namjoon to squeal loudly. "JUNGKOHOHOHOHOOK YOU BRAHAHAHAT!" His thrashing intensified.

Yoongi could see that he was getting close to his limit, so he motioned for everyone to slow down, but not completely stop. "Hang on everyone," he said. "There's something I want to do before we kill him."

The others watched to see the show Yoongi was gonna pull. Namjoon, on the other hand, looked at him in terror.

"Hyuhuhung noho dohohon't! I know that lohohohook!" Anticipatory giggles flowed out of his mouth.

"What look?" Oh, that liar. Anyone could recognize that sly evil look on his face. And he knew it too. It wasn't often, but nearly every one of the members had experienced this at one point. And they all feared it.

"Hyuhuhung dohohon't you dahahaHAHAHAHAHAHARE NAHAHAHAHAHA!!!"

Namjoon screamed in laughter as Yoongi had lifted his shirt and blown a massive raspberry right on his navel. The other members couldn't help but smile in awe as their beloved leader was reduced to a laughing writhing mess on the floor. Taehyung was right, it was a happy sight to see him being tickled to happy tears for a change.

Eventually, Namjoon couldn't take it anymore. "HYUHUHUHUNG *snort* ENOHOHOHOUGH STOHOHO*hic*HOHOP!!"

Yoongi stopped immediately and rubbed Namjoon's stomach. Everyone else crowded around him to make sure he was okay.

"Are you alright Namjoonie hyung?" Jimin asked with concern.

Jungkook sat him up and started rubbing his back to help him breathe better. "Did we go too far?"

Namjoon breathed heavily while stroking Taehyung's head. The younger boy had made his way into Namjoon's lap, hugging him. "I'm okay guys. You didn't go too far." Though he sounded tired, and he was, deep down he felt really happy. He didn't realize how much he need that.

Everyone crowded in for a big group hug. They were really lucky to have each other. Even if they could be annoying at times. Namjoon took a moment to consider this and welcomed the embrace. He really was the luckiest guy on the planet.

It was a calm and peaceful day once again.

"Did anyone notice that Joonie didn't say stop until the very end?"

"J-HOPE!!"

Well, it was anyway.

[saturnzskyzz]

Or an idea came to my mind.

Namjoon pulls a prank on the members that he's been wanting to do for a really long time. I don't have much of an idea what the joke will be, but it might scare the members. Anyway, after the joke, the members can catch him and tickle torture him as punishment.

That was really the only thing that came to my mind, I hope I explained it well, thank you :>💗💗

Thank you, Anon!!

You explained it well, and I'm glad that I'll be able to fulfil your request!

I hope you enjoy! :)))

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Namjoon's prank

Lee: Namjoon

Ler: BTS

Summary:

Namjoon felt michivious one morning and decided to pull a prank on his members. Unfortunately for him however, because his members also decided to punish him for his evil doings.

Warnings:

| swearing | tickling |

·˚ ༘ 𖦆 ꒷₊˚ ꒦꒷꒷꒦ ⑅ ʚ ⤜ ⨳ ࣪• ☼ ⋒ ⚡︎ 𐚱 ⊹˚˖⁺ ⤾·˚ ༘ 𖦆 ꒷₊˚ ꒦꒷꒷꒦ ⑅ ʚ ⤜ ⨳ ࣪•

"Namjoon, We need to talk." Yoongi said bluntly. The rest of the members were behind him with a similar annoyed and intimidating aura.

"Yeah? What's up?" Namjoon gave all of them a smirk, knowing exactly what was up.

Namjoon had decided that morning that he was going to be a little prick, and prank his beloved friends with almost every product in their bathrooms, except for a box that the rest were holding, be switched out with condiments. He thankfully didn't waste any actual product that he tediously took out of each bottle into a seperate container to hide in his closet, but his members don't know that yet.

"You know what's up Namjoon, don't play dumb." Seokjin said, pointing a finger at the leaders face to emphasize his words.

"I don't know what you guys are possibly talking abO-ow! What was that for?!" Namjoon was cut off by Taehyung throwing a small container at their leader, which hit directly at his chest.

"Check the container, Hyung. That's the only container that seems to have something even more special than all the rest that were filled with dipping sauce." Taehyung said, crossing his arms with disappointment.

Namjoon looked at everyone, and then looked down at the box that was thrown at him.

"..I don't think I want to open it.. You guys have fun with that one though." Namjoon said, getting ready to place down the box until a hand stopped him from doing so. Startled by the sudden touch, Namjoon looked to his right to see who had stopped him.

"No, Hyung. We insist." Jungkook said, using all his strength to lift the box up to Namjoon's face with the struggle of his leader trying to push the box away, but failed either way. Right as it got to Namjoon's face, Jungkook used his other hand to pry open the box, which resulted in a real life spider running out of it, and onto the leaders hand.

"AH! uh.. Haha, y-you guys got me there!" Namjoon flinched at the spider. Even though he was the one who put it in there, he was not expecting it to run out of it. With a flick of his other hand, the spider flew off and onto the ground closest to Yoongi, who then stepped on the arachnid.

"You know how much we all hate spiders, and yet you pull something this twisted, and for what? For some laughs?" Hoseok said, walking up to Namjoon.

"Okay, look.. I might've put spiders in those containers, but look at them! They aren't poisoness.. They're friendly!" Namjoon said, looking at everyone with a half apologetic look.

The members were irritated. They wanted a peaceful evening, but were startled by a prank that Namjoon can't seem to tell that it was hurtful for some who are deathly afraid of them.

"You have five seconds to run." Jimin said all of a sudden.

This put shock on Namjoon's face. Then without second thought, he darted right out of the living room, and into the hallway dorms. He wanted to get into his room so he could lock the door behind him, but he was unfortunately caught by someone from behind.

Namjoon was then tackled ground. When knowing who it was-hoseok-He tried to get the upper hand, but his hyung was quick enough to throw a leg over his waist, successfully pinning him to the ground.

"Hoseok, ow! Let me go!" Namjoon cried, struggling to get out of the olders grip.

"You want to use spiders for some laughs? I'll show you then!" Hoseok said. He then used both his hands to scribble all over his leader's ribs like he was mimicking a spider crawl.

"Ah! - ahaha, Hohohoseok! Whahahat the hehell?!" Namjoon grabbed onto Hoseok's wrists to try and pry them off of his ribs, but he was getting weak pretty fast by the tickling.

"Did you know that spiders are also afraid of humans? That's why they choose non-open areas for them to hide!" Hoseok teased, inching dangerously close to Namjoon's armpits.

"NOHOHO! DohoOHOHohon't yohohou DAHARE!" Namjoon, who knew what his Hyung was hinting with that fact, did everything he could to get away from the offending fingers: yanking Hoseok's hands off him, twisting side to side, even skidding his feet on the floor to try to slide away from Hoseok, but nothing worked.

That was when the rest of the members caught up to see the onslaught going on.

Yoongi, who saw Namjoon trying to push Hoseok's attacking fingers away, had walked up to Namjoon from behind his head, and grabbed onto his hands to pin them up above his head.

"There you go, J-Hope." Yoongi said with a blank face.

Hoseok gave Yoongi a look that said, "thank you" and went for his Armpits, digging straight into his hollows with no hesitation.

"NOHOHohoho! Hohoseok, DOHOHO-AAH! HAHAHA, GEHEHET OUT OF THEHEHERE!" Namjoon yelled. He twisted his head from side to side to try and rid off the tickly feeling, but it didn't work, unfortunately.

So Namjoon just settled with his head layed back while closing his eyes shut. The sensations to one of his worst spots were agonizing. Not only that, but he felt more hands going after his sides and neck.

"I think these cridders were wanting a place to hide as well." Jimin said, who was scribbling one of his hands on namjoon's neck. This caused Namjoon to scrunch up his shoulder to try and get Jimin's hand out from his neck, but it was to no avail.

"Yeah, I think so too. They need a place to be warm!" Jungkook said, who was digging into his hyung's sides.

"GUHUUHUHUYS! PLEHEHEASE! IHIHI'M SOHOHORY! IHIHIHI WOHOHON'T DOHOHO IT AGAHAH-AHAHAHA!" Namjoon couldn't take it anymore. More hands going for his other ticklish spots were too much for him.

"Guys, I think he learned his lesson." Seokjin said, who had his arms crossed with a satisfied smile on his face.

Upon hearing their hyung's suggestion, they all ceased their hands, as well as Yoongi letting go of Namjoon's wrists. They had all gotten up, except for Namjoon, and waited for their leader to get up.

Namjoon had his hands crossed around his chest to cover his underarms while moving to lay on his side away from his members due to embarrassment.

"Ihihit wohon't happen.. Agahain, ihi swear ohon it!" Namjoon said.

"It better not, or we might put more than spiders in your bathroom, hyung!" Taehyung said, fleeing the scene.

Yeah. Namjoon was sure that he wasn't going to do that again.

[oscolotlxzooxx]

ʙᴛs ɪs ᴘʀᴇᴛᴛʏ ᴀʟʟ ᴛᴏɢᴇᴛʜᴇʀ, ʙᴜᴛ ɪɴᴅɪᴠɪᴅᴜᴀʟʟʏ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴀʀᴇ:

ɪ ᴡᴀs ʙᴏʀᴇᴅ, sᴏ ɪ ᴅɪᴅ ᴛʜɪs. ʟᴇᴛ ᴍᴇ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ɪғ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴍᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴅᴏ ᴛʜɪs ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀɴʏ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴋᴘᴏᴘ ɢʀᴏᴜᴘ!

ᴋᴘᴏᴘ ɢʀᴏᴜᴘs ɪ'ʟʟ ᴅᴏ:

・ᴀᴛᴇᴇᴢ ・

・ʙʟᴀᴄᴋᴘɪɴᴋ・

・ᴇɴʜʏᴘᴇɴ・

・sʜɪɴᴇᴇ・

・sᴛʀᴀʏᴋɪᴅs・

・ᴛxᴛ・

・xɪᴋᴇʀs・

[arlaina28]

The Girlfriend Experience-First Date- Jimin’s Version

Fandom- BTS

Relationship- Jimin/reader

Rated- General

I’ve been here for a week and the guys finally have a day off. I’ve got up early to make the members breakfast before the younger members are going out. I set the food on the table just as Jimin, JK and Tae come into the kitchen.

“Good morning, guys.” I smile at them before sitting down to eat.

“This is great.” JK hums as he starts to scoff his food.

“Thank you. I didn’t want you all going out hungry.” I chuckle.

“Aren’t you coming too?” Tae asks around a mouthful of food.

“I was hoping you’d come to.” Jimin says softly, looking at me with a pout.

“I’d love to, if it’s okay?” I smile excitedly.

“Of course.” Jimin grins.

We finish eating and then head out. We get into the car, Jimin helping me in. The driver takes us to the local arcades.

I play games with jimin and the other guys for hours and hours before we decide to go for lunch. As we walk to the restaurant, I tilt my head up so I can feel the sun on my skin.

“Are you okay?” Jimin asks me softly, taking my hand.

“Perfect. Just enjoying the weather.” I smile at him, fingers intertwining with his.

“It is a nice day.” He agrees. “How about after lunch we go for a walk on the beach?”

“That would be nice but do you think the others will want to?” I ask, worried about the other two men.

“I was thinking, just us? Like a date?” Jimin asks softly, looking away shyly.

“I’d love that.” I grin excitedly, kissing his cheek without thinking.

He grins back at me, blushing.

We head into the restaurant and order lunch. We chat together as we eat and have a few drinks but not enough to get drunk. Once we’re finished, Jimin tells the others we’re going off on our own and they get into the car themselves.

We walk to the beach, hand in hand. We wander along, just out of reach of the sea, enjoying the sun and each other’s company. Jimin asks me occasional questions about myself, my home life and family and answers my return questions. We find somewhere to sit and watch the sea. Jimin places his arm around my shoulders and I lean into him. It feels so comfortable and normal being with him like this, too easy to forget that this isn’t real.

“Here.” Jimin says suddenly, handing a pretty shell he just found.

“Aww it’s beautiful!” I gasp, taking it and watching the iridescence as the sun hits it.

“A beautiful shell for a beautiful woman.” He replies softly, blushing again.

I look away shyly, blushing myself as I carefully put the shell in my pocket.

“I’ll be right back.” Jimin says suddenly, getting up and looking excited.

I watch him rush off in confusion, wondering if I did something wrong. Just as I’m starting to think Jimin has ditched me he returns, holding two ice cream cones and grinning like an excited puppy. I giggle at him as I take an ice cream and he sits back down beside me. We eat the ice creams in peace, watching as the sun gets lower and lower on the horizon.

Once we see the sunset we stand back up and head home, still holding hands as we walk. We talk more as we stroll along and I look up at the stars as we walk, wishing there was less light pollution so I could see them better. Jimin chuckles but catches me as I trip, making me blush as I feel his body against mine.

“Careful.” He chuckles.

“Sorry.” I laugh, pulling away again.

He holds my hand again, a little tighter this time. It’s not long before we see home and we playfully start running towards it, laughing as we reach the building.

We head inside and see that someone has made dinner. We take a seat next to each other and start dinner as everyone chats and catches up with what everyone did for the day. Afterwards I decide to go straight to bed as I’m tired from all the activity today. Jimin walks me to my room and stops me as I’m about to step into the room. I look at him in surprise and he gives me his flirty little smile, licking his lips as he stares at me.

“I had a good day today.” I say softly, butterflies fluttering in my stomach.

“So did I. I’d love to do it again sometime.” He says, still staring at me with his full focus.

“So would I.” I whisper back as he reaches out and strokes my cheek.

He smiles even brighter and then gently lays his lips on mine. My eyes flutter shut and I press my lips back against his. He pulls away and I whimper as we separate, making him smirk as he pulls back.

“Goodnight.” He whispers.

“Goodnight.” I choke out as he walks away.

I head into my room and place the shell on my bedside table, smiling at it before heading to bed.

[leeluvsyoongi]

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SERIES

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[yoonsnymph]

5. A family that slays together...🩸

Spooky Scary 2023 Challenge

Prompt: 5. A family that slays together...

Rating: Mature

Relationship: Kim Seokjin / Park Jimin - OT7

Additional Tags: they're siblings, Recreational Drug Use, Drugs, Boss Kim Seokjin | Jin, Kim Seokjin | Jin-centric, Established Relationship, Alternate Universe - Gang World, Kitty Gang Park Jimin (BTS), ? - Freeform, Mafia Boss Kim Seokjin, Ambiguous/Open Ending, spooky scary 2023, October Prompt Challenge, 31 Days Writing Challenge, future fic maybe

Words: 2357 Chapters: 1/1

Ao3: 5. A family that slays together... - yoonsnymph - 방탄소년단 | Bangtan Boys | BTS [Archive of Our Own]

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There's six of them sitting around the table when Jimin walks into the dinning room, all of them look taken directly out of a magazine cover with their black suits and slick back hair-does.

"Good morning," Jimin bows, feeling out of place, fidgeting nervously until he finds Seokjin's eyes across the room and a wave of familial warmth washes over him.

"Good morning," all of them say in unison, some smiling wider than others.

With a silent sign, Seokjin asks Jimin to come closer and sit on his lap. They've been dating for six months now and, with Jimin's friends, a situation like this isn't awkward anymore, he has lost count of the times Seokjin has cooked dinner for him and his dance team in his little apartment and he's had to sit on Seokjin's lap out of necessity and a lack of space.

Here, however, this is new. Jimin just met Seokjin's family two days ago and despite the fact that he's been in the house for all of those two days, he's met each member of the family a couple of times each for a minute tops and as much as he's trying to brush off his discomfort and "act normal" as per Seokjin's advice, he can tell most if not all of the men looking at him now think he is nothing more than a gold digger trying to corrupt their brother.

"I should get a chair," Jimin mumbles, so softly that he would think even Seokjin wasn't able to hear him if not for the way his hand squeezes a spot on his upper thigh, keeping him in place.

Something about the ghost bubble head sitting at the center of the table makes Jimin feel like he's being laughed at just as Seokjin starts talking, "When is the bar going to be ready?" he asks, sliding his hand under Jimin's suit jacket.

"Mom said they're opening at five," Namjoon, the one sitting closer to them, speaks up as a team of waiters walks into the room with trays of food, "She said we should arrive at seven at least and she's leaving at nine," the man smiles, and a pair of dimples appear on his cheeks. Jimin would be lying if he said he doesn't get a little chocked up at the sight.

Everyone chuckles at that and Jimin doesn't try to understand as a huge plate of food is placed in front of him and Seokjin, "You wanna share?" Seokjin asks softly, pushing his forehead against Jimin's. His words are soft as if he's sharing an important secret, the moment feels intimate before Jungkook, the youngest of them all, laughs out loud about something Jimin didn't catch.

They eat breakfast in companiable silence, Jimin doesn't fail to notice, as per Seokjin's request. That's something he's realised about Seokjin's dynamic with his family in the two days he's been staying at their house —granted, mostly hiding away in his and Seokjin's room—, if Seokjin wants silence no will dare to say a word before he speaks first. And as attractive as Jimin finds that, he wonders why the men sitting at the table with them always seem to tip toe around his boyfriend.

When Seokjin decides breakfast is over, everyone's —thankfully empty— plates get taken away from the table.

"Please don't be late. We need to be ready by six so we can ride the traffic out," Seokjin points out, pushing Jimin off his lap and standing up along with him, "And for the love of god, don't get high if you're going to bully your chauffeur into letting you drive the car, Taehyung."

"Yes, hyung," the five men still sitting say in unison and Jimin is pushed out of the dinning room before he can dwell on the whole interaction too much.

Once they're back in their room, Jimin lays belly down in the king-sized bed, nibbling and suckling softly at the skin of Seokjin's neck as he sits on the floor, smoking a cigarette.

"Are you doing my make up tonight?" Seokjin asks casually. Jimin detaches his lips from the skin of Seokjin's throat and waits from Seokjin to look at him to nod and kiss him deep on the lips.

They shower together, not losing the chance to make out under the warm water. Jimin is excited but he can tell Seokjin is just following along, keeping up with his overflowing energy.

Tonight is Halloween night, the first one he spends with Seokjin and part of his unrelenting excitement comes from the party Seokjin is taking him to, and the other parts, if he's being honest, is faked happiness to reassure Seokjin he won't be leaving him after tonight, whatever happens.

Seokjin told Jimin about this party a week ago, nervous as they sat on Jimin's raggedy sofa, "It'll be a test," he had said, "Not for you, for me," he added at Jimin questioning if the test was one for himself.

So he keeps jumping and smiling as big as he can as he puts on their make up; a skull for himself and fake scars on Seokjin's face and neck. Their outfits are simple but more expensive than Jimin feels comfortable with thanks to Seokjin buying them himself.

"We look good," Jimin says at their reflection on a full body mirror. He likes the image he makes holding Seokjin around the waist.

Seokjin smiles almost imperceptibly and pushes a kiss to Jimin's temple, "We do," he says, checking his watch, "It's time, come on."

Walking down the stairs causes a small commotion with Seokjin's brothers whistling and cat-calling them playfully and Jimin can only hope his blushing cheeks are well covered by his make up.

The ride to the so called "bar", that Jimin has come to know is property of Seokjin's mom, is interesting. They all cramp inside a black SUV that looks big enough to hold ten people but as it turns out, the brothers seem to extend themselves until they're all constantly pushing against each other and the noise is equivalent to twenty people speaking at once.

Jimin is caged between Seokjin's body and the far window to avoid him getting mangled by the others. In front of him sits Taehyung, staring at him with a smile that feels a little psychotic. "You got him to wear the make up," he says and Jimin frowns, "My brother, he's never worn make up before."

Seokjin rolls his eyes, "Don't listen to him, he's high," he mumbles, visibly annoyed, but Jimin can't look away from Taehyung, initiating an impromptu staring contest that finishes only when they roll into the bar's private parking lot.

When they walk into the bar it's 7:00 on the clock.

The place is filled with people who all seem to know the brothers. Each pair of eyes filled with emotions ranging from admiration and desire to outright fear. Jimin doesn't ask why they sit at a table by the dancefloor when there are some exclusive balcony spaces when they quite literally own the place.

But the long couch around the round table is comfortable so he doesn't complain.

At 8:00, Jimin meets Seokjin's mom.

Kim Kana is an intimidating woman, with her long, sharp nails, blonde hair down to her hips and a dress that has no right looking that good on a woman who has given birth six times.

She looks at Jimin up and down as Seokjin introduces them and Jimin feels like he shrinks to the size of an ant ready to be stepped on.

The only person she speaks to is Seokjin and it's not loud enough for Jimin to hear as he keeps sipping on his drink to keep himself busy with something.

At 9:00, something shifts in the air.

"You kids have a good night," Kana says loud enough to be heard over the loud music, startling Jimin a smidge when she points a long, dainty finger ast him, "Make sure this one gets home safe or I will personally make sure that house you all love so much gets demolished before the sun rises in the morning."

All six brothers tense up at that, "Yes mom," they all say in unison before getting up one by one to give her a kiss on the cheek and wish her a good night.

Jimin follows along, bowing deep and wishing her to have a wonderful night. That earns him a sweet smile that send chills running down his spine before she gets lost in the crowd of people.

The brothers fall back down on the couch, Seokjin's arm surrounds Jimin's shoulders and pulls him in for a deep kiss, his tongue shooting into his mouth in a way that he only ever gets when they're alone, but Jimin is not about to tell him to stop.

When they come apart, Jimin is only mildly surprised at the amount of drugs and parafernalia on the table. It's not news to him that Seokjin snorts cocaine sometimes. It's not something he's fond of but it's also something that has never caused a problem in their relationship, so he doesn't say anything.

"Maybe that's enough?" Jimin smiles cautiously at Seokjin when he notices he's getting his fifth line ready and it's only been 30 minutes.

Seokjin arches an eyebrow, "Just this one more," he says with a smirk.

"It's okay," Someone's voice over his shoulder makes Jimin jump on his seat, "He can take it," Namjoon adds, chuckling at the surprise on Jimin's face. His dimple faintly visible under the white paint of his Joker make up.

Jimin gives him a tight smile as Seokjin leans over the table to sniff up the white powder. "I don't know why he likes it. It feels disgusting going in," he comments casually, making Namjoon chuckle again.

"And how do you know that, uh, Jimin-ah?" Namjoon asks, turning his body slightly to face Jimin better, "He never said you have that kind of experiences."

Jimin smirks at that, "He doesn't know everything about me," he says, turning his body to mirror Namjoon's posture.

Namjoon smiles cheekily at that, making his dimples pop up, "I see that," he concedes, looking at the table in front of them and moving some things around until he finds a small pink pill, "Do you want some?"

He considers it for a moment, feeling Seokjin's hands circle his waist from behind, "Yeah," he says, reaching for the pill with his hand but he's not quick enough to take it before Namjoon places it on the tip of his tongue and bounces his eyebrows daringly.

Jimin chuckles and shakes his head, thinking that will make Namjoon retrieve his tongue into his mouth, "Take it if you want to, he doesn't bite," Seokjin encourages him with a sultry mumble into his ear.

Namjoon leans closer and waits for Jimin to meet him, which he does hesitantly taking Namjoon's tongue between his lips to take the pill into his own mouth and swallows it, pulling Namjoon into a proper kiss.

It's wet and all tongue. Jimin notices that Namjoon kisses like his life is on the line and briefly wonders if it's a family thing.

They go on for long enough for the kiss to become a make out session, and Jimin almost forgets that he's kissing his boyfriend's brother while his boyfriend watches him and holds him tight around the waist.

When they finally pull apart, Namjoon's make up is smudged around the mouth and Jimin feels his lips are swollen, "I want my turn too," Hoseok says from the other side of the table and the brothers laugh full body laughs as Jimin hides his face on the crook of Seokjin's neck.

The playful exchange gets cut off drastically when a waiter walks up to them and all of them get stone cold faces and dark eyes that makes the hair on Jimin's nape stand on point.

"They're here," the waiter says shortly, never quite raising from his small bow.

Jimin doesn't know if he missed something but the moment the brothers stand up, he feels like he's been pulled up too so he stands there, waiting for something he's not sure he wants to happen.

He watches Yoongi calmly picking up everything from the table, "Who's here?" Jimin asks Seokjin, who shakes his head and instead of answering, he kissed Jimin on the lips.

"Remember when I told that there's things you shouldn't ask about?" Seokjin asks, holding Jimin's face between his hands, "This is one of those things. So don't ask, okay?" it sounds condescending but something tells Jimin this isn't the time to fight Seokjin for being an asshole. Not tonight and not for this.

So Jimin nods and keeps his mouth shut even as he watches Seokjin pull a gun from the back of his pants and clicks it in with a smile so sinister on his face that the sight of it sends chills throughout Jimin's whole body.

"Don't worry, sweet, you're on the right side," Yoongi says to him, stoic as ever as the others start walking through the crowd of people on the dance floor.

Outside the bar, Jimin starts shaking with the rush of whatever Namjoon gave him and something makes him think that's also why in his mind it makes perfect sense for the dead night to be "really bright".

"Little red riding hood!" Seokjin's loud voice startles Jimin, "Where are you?!"

Jimin shivers with fear and for a brief moment he's grateful Seokjin isn't asking for him. The rest of the brothers look around at the shadows, each of them looking more ravenous than the last.

The first man that comes out from the dark recieves a bullet from Seokjin's gun, right between his eyebrows. The noise echoes around them and Jimin gasps before he can stop himself.

His heart races and the image of a ghost bubble head floods his mind. The next eight gunshots happened with no reaction from Jimin further than a twitch of his shoulder.

He doesn't break up with Seokjin the next day.

— FIN

[girlygguk]

OLD DRAFT / CUT SCENE / NOT IN THE MAIN FIC

omfg??? i’m going thru easy chap 1 rn and LOOK at what i just found in my docs from the og outline... AHHHHHHHHHH 🗣️🗣️🗣️ they were initially gonna be bffs that kiss in the first fawking draft...😭 boundaries is not a word in my vocabulary actually

idol jk x idol fem reader, sleepy cuddling, s i m p jeon jeongguk, touchey lovey bffs, sfw, fluff, 531 words

“when are you gonna get a bigger bed? you have superstar money now; i think you can afford to upgrade to at least a double…”

jungkook’s lips curved into a soft smile at your teasing, though his eyes remained closed. you weren’t wrong — he could upgrade. hell, he could buy ten california kings without even batting an eyelid. he’s nineteen now, probably overdue for something a little more grown-up than a single bed.

…but during his rookie days, he fought so hard for this single bed. it wasn’t just a bed. it was victory.

out of two crappy choices in the room he shared with taehyung and jimin, it was the better option: a tiny single bed where his feet hung slightly off the edge or half of a squeaky, ratty bunk. it had taken him three hours of intense negotiations, whining, and almost getting his ass beat by both his hyungs to claim it as his. giving it up now just because he had money felt wrong. it was the sentiment... right?

right. and maybe — juuuust maybe — it had something to do with how this bed kept you so close to him when you wanted to relax. what if he upgraded, and suddenly there was too much space? what if you didn’t cuddle as close anymore?

“i will soon, haven’t had the time lately,” he finally responded, his voice soft and unhurried.

“oo, do you wanna go furniture shopping? we can sit on all the fancy display chairs and beds like we always do, but this time you’ll actually be buying something—”

“later,” he cut you off with a small smile, his eyes still closed but shifting a little closer until he could feel your breath ghosting over his face. “we’ll go later.”

“kay,” you murmured, your eyelids growing heavier as you watched his peaceful features. “you gonna nap?”

“want to,” he nodded gently. “d’you?”

you reached out to brush a piece of fringe from his eyes, the movement making it fall in soft waves. “sure,” you murmured, your fingers lingering for just a moment before settling back under your cheek. as you snuggled into his pillow, his familiar scent enveloped you, a warm, comforting embrace that felt like home.

but just as your body started to relax, you sat up abruptly, reaching for your phone. jungkook’s eyes slowly cracked open, heavy with sleep as he watched you.

“whatcha doing?” he asked softly, his voice tinged with a gentle rasp.

“setting an alarm,” you replied, rubbing the back of his hand as it rested between you. “have dance practice at 12, nari-unnie will kill me if i’m late.”

“ss’ok, i’ll wake you up.”

you glanced down at him, your lips twitching into a small, knowing smile. you both knew he’d do no such thing.

his soft, fluffy hair framed his face, his pouty lips slightly parted, just enough to reveal a hint of his bunny teeth. his big, sleepy eyes gazed up at you with a quiet patience, boba-like and heavy with drowsiness. adorable.

wordlessly, you finished setting the alarm, placing your phone on his bedside table before slipping back under the blanket. this time, you moved closer, and without hesitation, his hand lifted, draping naturally over your waist as you shuffled nearer, closing the small gap between you.

the room fell into a peaceful silence, your breathing syncing as you both basked in the quiet comfort of each other.

until his soft voice broke the stillness.

“you smell so good.”

“yeah?” you murmured, a faint smile tugging at your lips.

“yeah,” he replied, a little dazed.

“it’s the perfume you bought me,” you reminded him, the smile audible in your tone.

“i know,” he whispered, the distance between you shrinking as his hand slid further around your waist, his fingers curling gently over your side.

“was it expensive?” you teased lightly.

“mhm.” even with his eyes closed, he could sense the way your head turned into the pillow, your neck slightly bared. he leaned forward, just a little, until there was no space left between you.

you exhaled softly as his nose brushed against the crook of your neck, and your hand shifted to rest gently on his chest.

“really expensive…” he hummed into your skin, his breath warm against your pulse. “spent all my money on it. i’m broke now.”

[the-mazed-magic-shop]

Ah! This made me so mad. Jimin really crossed the line but somehow I feel like y/n could have dealt with the situation better. Still super mad at Jimin - the bigger asshole. You don't call a person selfish bitch who is just trying to look after you, gosh.

Thank you so much for writing this, Nini. and I'm so sorry I couldn't read and share my thoughts sooner. - suryanwesha.

Hi, Nini!! Can I request a Jimin angst with prompt 13 for the drabble game? (⁠ ⁠╹⁠▽⁠╹⁠ ⁠)

13- "you are breaking my heart...and you cant even fucking see it" x Jimin

Hi sweetheart! apologies for the late post but I hope you enjoy it <3

warnings- angst, swearing, mentions of drinking

"dont slam my car door!"

you heard jimin call after you as you ran into the house, him getting out of the car still.

"y/n!" he shouted, putting his phone in his pocket and running in, seeing you taking off your coat. He caught his breath before speaking "whats your issue?"

You scoff, giving him a knowing look before turning and walking past him.

"Hey!" he shouted, urging you to talk, "you screamed the entire car ride home and now your silent?"

You finally turned to look your boyfriend in the eyes, your stomach churning- "what"

He blinks, "what do you mean 'what'"?

"what do you want me to say?"

Jimin almost laughs "I want you to explain why you are fucking freaking out about this, and why the hell we had to leave the party early?"

"jimin..." you try to gather your thoughts, stepping down the stairs to be at his level. "im mad because you told me-you promised me....that the drinking would stop"

He takes a deep breath before speaking "It was only 2 glasses-"

"4...it was 4" you interrupt

"taehyung offered those, and so what?"

"youre an alcoholic jimin! you can risk to have just 4 drinks, because you end up like you did"

"and how is that?"

You scoffed "you were yelling and causing a scene, then you started being aggressive with ME!" you feel your voice shake as it gets louder, your body cant decide whether youre more sad or angry

"oh are you embarrassed? did i embarrass you?"

"yes, you did. You embarrassed yourself as well, and I wish you'd see that." you sigh and run your hand in your hair, "you were sober for 7 months, jimin, you were doing so well....you finished your therapy progr-"

"oh fuck the therapy program, fuck them and fuck this too" he threw his hands up and tossed his coat to the floor.

"jimin" you warn sternly

"you know...the thing with you is that you cant stand when things arent up to perfection, it fucking irks the shit out of you, doesnt it?"

You remained silent, watching your boyfriend pace the living room.

"like...you bragged about my sobriety like it was something you did, I did it myself. You didnt care when I was drunk and alone in the studio every night"

"jimin thats not true"

"yes it is! dont tell me its not!" he scoffed, looking at you "and then, I decide to have a few drinks at a party when I havent seen my friends in so long, and when I feel like im having a good time, you whisk me away so you arent embarrassed of me anymore"

"jimin I care about you, I fucking care so much and I want you to be healthy!!"

"oh shut up, stop with the bullshit y/n, You only fucking care about yourself, you are a selfish bitch"

You feel yourself tear up at his words, trying to remind yourself that he isnt sober, and this exact behavior is the reason he landed into rehab in the first place.

"are you crying?" he looked at you with a glare, his fists balled up into his own shirt.

You sniff and wipe your tears, "yes?" you bite

"why" he questions, as if he hasnt been involved in the situation

you widen your eyes and look at him, shrugging helplessly, "Because you are breaking my heart.....and you cant even fucking see it!!"

His gaze softens, but he is past forgiveness tonight.

Its silent for a few moments as you quietly sob into your hands, he decides to try to hold you, but you jump away as if you got burned.

"n-no....dont touch me...ever" you spoke through gritted teeth...his words stung deep.

He sadly looked back at you as you spoke, "you arent sleeping in our room, you can sleep on the sofa- or the street for all i care" you wiped your tear

"y/n...im-"

"dont say youre sorry....you dont say that shit unless you mean it, and im starting to think those words were real"

"No!!"

"save it, im going to bed" you turn, walking up the stairs and slamming the door shut, leaving jimin alone downstairs as he watched you go.

[bonny-kookoo]

Hey Bonny!! I saw you wanted to play a game, so how does this sound for a drabble? Dragon! Yoongi (or Kookie since I know he's your guy) x Fairy! Reader?? Idk if you've written fairies before, but I know you've done dragons! 💜🤍

I have a dragon kook x fairy reader on my patreon as early access, so I'll make this one yoongi!

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Yoongi

Hidden in the woods

Dragons are rather social creatures- but when a young Dragonblood named Yoongi fails to find a partner while all his friends and family have moved way past those events already, he isolates himself, believing he might just be destined to be a loner. But maybe, he was just impatient.

Tags/Warnings: Dragon hybrid!Yoongi, Fairy!Reader, strangers to ???, reader is described as short oops, SFW

Wordcount: 1.6k (it was supposed to be a Drabble... oops)

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“You rarely visit these days.”

His mothers words still echo in his mind as he tries to find a new composition on his piano that doesn’t sound like everything he’s already put out. Of course he hasn’t visited- with his brother’s twins constantly around, he’s always reminded of how far ahead everyone around him is, while he’s yet to find his first real love. He’s thirty, for god’s sake- and yet all he has is his house, a stable career as a musician, and a lot on his mind.

All his friends are married. Some have kids, others are busy preparing for the day they’ll have them. He feels out of place.

Yoongi has made peace with the fact that he’ll be the uncle to all of them, the one guy who never really seems to be happy about anything, never has a family of his own. It’s alright.

He sighs, loudly, gripping his hair for a second in frustration. This is stupid- why is he having an artist’s block right now of all times? People are waiting for something new, especially after he’s already taken a break to help his creativity. And yet, it did nothing- except for giving him a little bit more room to breathe and most of all move out of his apartment and into his new house near the woods. It’s nice here- about half an hour away from the bustling neon city he’s used to after years of living there, and also a bit more distance from his family and friends. A newfound excuse for when they ask him once more where he’s been.

The doorbell rings, attracting his attention. He’s not awaiting any guests or packages- who could it be?

Via the camera installed he can see that there’s a person he doesn’t know at the door- you're rather short, but visibly curious, looking around for any signs of life inside his home, and for a short moment, he sees them;

Delicate little slightly translucent wings. Pointy ears, tilted a bit downwards.

A fairy.

As he opens the door, you seem startled for a second or two, taking a step back, before you speak. “Oh, hello!” You greet him. “I was just about to ask- do you have uh.. Jungkook’s number?” You wonder, and he becomes hostile, crossing his arms. “A coworker of mine, Jimin, said you have it. I’m sorry I’m just, you know, showing up here like that-”

The door closes. But despite what he was expecting, you just ring the doorbell again- and again, until he opens.

“Okay, as I was trying to explain before you so rudely interrupted me-” You tease a little, arms now crossed as well as your wings flap around a bit. “-tell him at least that I need his help fixing my washing machine. He broke it and left the crime scene for me to find, and that’s, pardon my language-” You lean in a bit as if you’re about to tell Yoongi something secret, “-pretty crappy behavior.”

Yoongi stares you down for a moment, before he speaks.

“That’s it?” He asks, and you nod. “Why don’t you ask Jimin for Jungkook’s number?” He wonders, not entirely convinced. Jungkook is pretty much a magnet for people no matter what gender, and the worst part about it is that many if not most always try and get to him through Yoongi.

No one’s ever interested in him. Only his friends, or the things he can provide.

“Cause Jimin doesn’t have it either!” You whine, stomping your leg on the ground in agony. “Listen, I don’t know how to fix it and my bathroom smells like a laundromat already, my coffee machine is also broken and my script has been rejected for the third time, I really need some good news. Please?” You ask, and Yoongi contemplates.

“What if I fix it?” He asks, and your eyes begin to sparkle, wings lifting to flutter in excitement. It’s like in this very moment, he can hear the keys of his piano chime, creating a new piece in his mind.

“You can?!” You ask, stepping closer.

“Probably. Where do you even live?” He asks, before you point towards the woods.

“I live in the woods, pretty much. It’s not that far.” You say, and Yoongi sighs, looking back inside his house. It’s not like he’s going to get anything done either way, so who cares? It might take his mind off of things for a moment or two-

So a few hours later, he’s in your house, enjoying some hot coffee from your machine, which he’d fixed as well while he was at it. Well, fixed is a strong word- he pretty much just explained how it properly worked to you. It was working just fine- you just lost the manual and couldn’t figure it out on your own.

“I always thought dragons were scarier.” You say suddenly, opening a pack of cookies to put in the middle of your wooden coffee table. “You’re really nice. Tall, and a bit gloomy looking, but very nice.” You say, sitting down on the couch next to him, legs pulled up towards you.

He’s noticed something glittering all over the small house- like sparkling glitter, but much finer, and barely noticeable. Looking closer to his pants, he notices it there as well- and even after a brush with his hand, it sticks to his fingers now.

“Oh- I’m sorry! It keeps getting everywhere, especially now.. Wait- I have like, a plastic thing-” You hurry, getting up to search for something in a drawer close by your TV. “Ah, there!” You say, giving him the lint-roller. “It’s one designed for fairy dust. I’m sorry, I should’ve thought about that..” You say, but for some odd reason, he declines.

“It’s fine.” He denies. “Doesn’t bother me.” he tells you, and again, you look at him like he’s just told you the earth is flat after all.

but it truly doesn’t bother him. It would, technically, if he was anywhere else. But right now, in this moment, he couldn’t be any more indifferent towards the ‘mess’ you leave sticking to his clothes and skin.

As soon as he’s back home, the sight of your sparkling smile is still in his mind, as his feet almost automatically move towards his piano, where he sits down, and presses a record button to play something new. The melody has been stuck on repeat in his head the entire way back home through the thick snow, like his imagination was finally finding color again.

But it’s different from what he usually creates.

This piece is playful almost, intriguing. It’s a little hesitant, like someone holding back a thought itself just to not indulge too much in a fantasy they’re already creating in their mind. Fluttering notes interrupt these parts however, sneaking in with excitement and curiosity, trying their best to convince the player to let themselves go.

And Yoongi does, as he finishes the piece, and leans back in his chair, recording finished before his phone chimes with a message.

“You left your scarf at my place!” Is what you tell him.

“I’ll get it tomorrow.” He texts you back.

“I could make us dinner?” You question.

He contemplates, finger hovering over the virtual keyboard of his phone, before he begins to write his answer. Fluttering touches of his fingers moving with a hint of excitement, fine fairy dust on the skin of his hands shimmering in the setting sun dipping everything in a golden glow.

“I’d love that.”

[saturnzskyzz]

can you maybe write a fic with ler hobi and lee jimin?

Of course! :)))

Like old times.

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Summary:

Hobi woke up with a ler mood, and Jimin was his first target. Self-explanitory, if I do say so myself.

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・๛๛๛・ <- This lovely cut off is something that I will be using when adding a flashback!

Warning:

| Tickling |

Hoseok had woken up with a heavy ler mood on a Wednesday morning. The mood was pretty surprising to the idol because, well, he hasn't had one in MONTHS. Nontheless, yet knowing himself, and who his target will be first thing, he got up to fetch for his prey who he is now with, captured.

"Wait, Hoseok.. W-we can talk about this!" Jimin defended, putting his hands on Hoseok's shoulders to stop him from creeping up any closer.

To the younger, it was no surprise that his hyung was finally in a ler mood. He was actually starting to worry that hoseok was feeling doubtful about his moods, and decided to keep it to himself from then on, but when he felt a poke to his side that caused him to turn around to see the bundle of joy finally in his moods, he knew his worries were wrong.

"But, Jiminie~ I'm desperate to here your laugh, and I know you're desperate to let out all those shy little giggles out, ya?" Hoseok said, playfully. He stuck his hands out to wiggle his fingers infront of the younger, who flinched and gave an anticipated smile.

"Nohoho, I dohon't!" Jimin lyingly said, backing away now. He unknowingly stopped moving once he felt a wall greet him from behind. He quickly turned his head to the wall, and then back to Hoseok.

"Aw, look at that! The wall wanted to help. How sweet, hehe." Hoseok cooed. He looked at Jimin with glint in his eyes. Inching closer now.

"Wehell the wall shouldn't behe here." Jimin said carefully. He watched as he monitored Hoseok's moves. Giggling in anticipation.

"Then that's a real shame, giggles. Cause that just left so many options for you to run, out the window." Hoseok said. Knowingly, the nickname flustered Jimin, with his face turning a slight pink.

"Dohohon't call mehe thahat!" Jimin squinted his eyes in embarrassment. He looked anywhere but Hoseok's eyes now.

"What? Giggles?" Hoseok inched closer, even after knowing the fact that Jimin was still holding onto his shoulders. "How cute" Hoseok thought. Even after inching closer, he felt Jimin's hold become weaker on purpose. "I think the name suits you. After all, we chose the name for you. I don't even have to do anything, and you'll be giggling up a storm!" Hoseok said with a smirk.

This made Jimin giggle more. No surprise, really. The teasing before actually getting tickled might be worse for him than anyone else there at the dorms, unfortunately for him.

"Now then, giggles. Shall we start?" Hoseok asked somewhat innocently. Jimin knows his playful ler moods, he's been there, done that, but the older still makes sure that he's comfortable with the playful act since its been months.

"Nohoho!" Jimin said, making it obvious that it was a lie by his tone. He put on an act by shaking his head from side to side, looking down at his and Hoseok's feet to ignore eye contact even more.

"Aww.. Well, I do!" Hoseok said, darting his hands to Jimin's sides with ease.

This made Jimin jolt. He quickly removed his hands from his hyung's shoulders, and grabbed onto his wrists to try, and without success, pry off Hoseok's hands from his sides.

"Nohoho! Gehehet ahahahway!" Jimin poured out. His sweet, child-like giggles motivated Hoseok to further his attack by going for his bottom set of ribs.

"AAH- AHAHahaha! nOHOohoho! PLEHEHEASE!" Jimin yelled out. He quickly became weak in the knees, and started to slide down the wall and onto the floor. He instantly curled in on himself on instinct, looking away from his attacker.

"Aww, you're so cute! Did you know that, giggles?" Hoseok said, playfully. He saw how Jimin tried to sink to the floor even more by the constant teasing.

"NOHohoho! Nohoho mohohore nicknahahahames!" Jimin almost had his head slumped to the floor, it tickled so bad.

Hoseok could hear Jimin's laugh all day. It was no surprise by how contagious Jimin's laugh can be.

"Heheh, yehes nicknames! You think that since I've gone MONTHS without tickling my favorite little lee, I'd instantly forget the first nickname I've given you?" Hoseok knew what he was doing. The nicknames making the younger more ticklish? Yeah, he knew when he first discovered Jimin's sensitivity to tickling.

・๛๛๛・

"Oh my gosh, Jiminie~ you're ticklish?! You're like a giggle box!" Hoseok said, experimentingly scribbling the youngers sides.

"Nohohohoho ihihi aham nohohot!"Jimin said quickly. He became easily flustered by the nickname, unbeknownst to the older.

"Yehes you are! You know what? This deserves a cute little nickname, don't you think?" Hoseok was definitely in a playful mood.

"Whihihihy?!"

"Hmm.. You giggle a lot, soooo.. Maybe giggles? OH MY GOSH! Giggles! That's your nickname now, it's perfect!!" Hoseok ignored Jimin's question, and immediately went to nicknaming. He was surprised to hear even more giggles coming out of the younger's mouth upon announcing the name.

"NOHOohoho! Nohoho nihihicknahahames, plEHEHease!" Jimin said in a panick. He was surprised to know that the nickname got to him more.

"Ohoho my gohosh, that is ADORABLE! I'm calling you that from now on, your reaction to the nickname was spot ON." Hoseok said, teasingly. He went for his bottom ribs now, making the younger kick his legs now.

"NOHOHOohoho! PlEHEHease! Ihihi Cahahan't tahahake ihihit!" Jimin said.

"Awe, giggles, sure you can handle it! You're only giggling up a storm right now. I can't imagine how you'd react when I find your death spot." Hoseok said. He saw how red Jimin's face had gotten, and how high his giggles went when hearing that.

・๛๛๛・

"Like old times.. That was also when I found the coolest death spot! Do you remember that?" Hoseok said, threatening to move his hands up higher. He stopped when he get to Jimin's upper ribs to keep the younger guessing.

"NO! NOHohoho, dohohon't yohOHou dAHAare!" Jimin said, swinging his head from side to side while somehow curling in on himself more.

"Awaha, you're no fun.. But I'll leave it as that. Don't wanna turn you into a "tickle-me-elmo" that had malfunctioned." hoseok said, jokingly. He stopped his onslaught and retreated his hands back to give Jimin some air.

Jimin fully curled in on himself now that the phantom tickles was all he could feel, and took deep rewarding breathes.

When he collected himself, he sat up to look at Hoseok with a wide smile still.

"Why did it take you so long to get your ler mood again?" Jimin asked him nonchalantly, throwing off Hoseok a bit.

"Uhuhm.. Well, I don't know.. Maybe I thought about the old times, and it rewarded me a ler mood." hoseok said, shyly. He looked away from Jimin's gaze, feeling embarrassed now.

"Awe, that's cute Hyung! The past brings such core memories, I'm sure you wanted to feel that again!" Jimin said. He understood the situation that had Hoseok like this. He too had core memories that he wanted to live through again, but unfortunately wasn't able to. He was glad that he was the one to refill Hoseok's mind with a new fond memory to look over I'm the future.

"I'm still getting you back, though." Jimin said, holding out his hands out at Hoseok now, putting him on the receiving end.

"W-wahait, we cahan talk about this, really! What if I took you out to a nice restaurant, ya?" Hoseok tried negotiating his way out, which nearly worked..

"Yeah, for sure! But you're still getting no mercy." Jimin said, launching at him.

"Wait-WAIT! Wahahait!" Hoseok blurted out with the sweetest giggles known to Jimin's memory.

"Like old times, huh?" Jimin thought.

[arlaina28]

The Girlfriend Experience- The First Meeting- Jimin’s Version

Fandom- BTS

Relationship- Jimin/reader

Rated- General

“Hi.” I say as I introduce myself.

“Come in! I’ll take your bag. I’m Jimin.” He rambles shyly, grabbing my bag and standing back to let me in.

“Thank you.” I smile, walking past him.

“I’ll show you to your room.” He smiles, blushing slightly.

“Thank you.” I repeat as he leads me to the stairs.

I hear some murmuring and look into the Lounge, seeing his band mates standing in there, whispering to each other. I smile at them and give a little wave before continuing to follow Jimin. He shows me to a room that is very plain and sparsely furnished.

“I know it’s not much but we can help you get it set up how you like it.” He says softly, licking his lips nervously.

“That would be great.” I hum.

He places my bag on the bed and shuffles from one foot to the other.

“Have you had breakfast?” He asks suddenly, looking at me with concerned eyes.

“Yes I have.” I nod, smiling at him again.

“That’s good. So, I have dance practice so you can come and watch or you can be left alone to settle in?” He asks, rubbing his neck.

“I’d love to watch, as long as it’s okay?” I say excitedly.

“Of course! I’m not as good as J-Hope but I like to think I’m okay.” He murmurs, looking at the floor.

“I’m sure you are a great dancer.” I chuckle.

He blushes again but leads me to the dance studio downstairs. I sit in the corner on the floor as all 6 of the other members come in.

“Do you want a chair?” Jimin asks me as he spots me sitting on the floor.

“No, I’m fine, thank you.” I smile at him gratefully.

He doesn’t look convinced but nods and takes his place as they get ready to practice. I watch them practice for hours, occasionally messing around and prancing each other but I can still see that they are fully focused on their work. Jimin looks amazing as he works through the steps, so confident and sexy. He seems so sure of himself as he suggests maybe changing a move or two, putting his own spin to the choreography.

“Okay. I’m done. I want food and sleep.” Suga declares, sitting down and drinking some water.

“What are you making Hyung?” V asks with a sly grin.

“Who said I was cooking?” Suga scowls but he has a slight smile too.

The younger members give him puppy dog eyes and he sighs and gets up.

“Okay, okay. I’ll make something delicious.” Suga sighs and leaves, heading to the kitchen.

I stand up and stretch, noticing Jimin’s eyes going to the slight glimpse of my stomach and I drop my arms so my top falls back into place again. The guys all head out of the studio and Jimin gestures for me to follow him. We all head to the dining room and Jimin gestures for me to sit in a chair at the table. Jimin starts laying the table and it’s not long before Suga is serving us all lunch.

I eat as I watch the guys, all enjoying the food but also laughing and joking with each other. Kim seems hilarious and seems to be made happy by making everyone else laugh. They really do seem like brothers and it’s nice to see the way they interact. I clear the table once everyone finishes and start to do the washing up.

“We can do that!” Jimin gasps, stepping up behind me.

“It’s okay, I don’t mind.” I smile and continue.

“You sure?” He asks, looking nervous.

“Yes, I’m sure.” I chuckle, looking over my shoulder at him.

“Okay. I’m gonna take a shower. I’ll be back soon.” Jimin says before shuffling from the room.

Once I’m done, I head to my room to unpack. As I walk past one of the rooms I happen to glance inside through the open door and freeze as I see Jimin walk out of his bathroom with a towel wrapped around his hips. He catches me staring and smirks slightly, licking his bottom lip. I squeak, blushing, and rush to my room. I can hear him laugh as I walk.

I sit on my bed and groan as I cover my face with my hands. I can’t believe I did that! Not only did I see him but I stopped and stared! What is wrong with me?! I get up and start unpacking but I can’t stop myself from blushing and wishing the ground would eat me up. I finish unpacking and then wonder what I should do now.

“Come in.” I call as someone knocks on my door.

My cheeks flame again as Jimin walks in and smiles at me, his eyes squeezing into slits.

“I-I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to look!” I splutter out, looking at the floor.

“It’s okay. I forgot it wasn’t just my brothers and I here.” He chuckles.

“Yeah but I still shouldn’t have looked.” I choke out, squirming I’m embarrassment.

He laughs and lifts my chin up with a finger so I have to look at him.

“It’s fine.” He smiles. “Now, what would you like to do?”

“I-I don’t know. What is there?” I ask softly.

“Well, Joon and Yoongi are in the studio. J-Hope is still dancing. Jin is playing video games. JK is in the gym. Tae and I are gonna watch a movie. You can join any of us or do anything you’d like?” He replies, leaning against the door frame.

“A movie sounds nice.” I smile.

“Okay. Come on then.” He grins, grabbing my hand and pulling me along to a cinema room.

I sit down beside Tae and Jimin sits on the other side of me. The film starts and we have a good time watching it. One film turns into two then three until we’re called for dinner. This time Jin has cooked and we take our seats at the dining room table. Jungkook has set the table and again I get to see the guys laughing, chatting and joking with each other as we eat.

Once everyone has done, I clear the table and do the washing up again. I wave the guys away as they offer to do it, after all I haven’t actually done anything today. Once I’m done I decide to have a shower of my own and then head to bed.

“Come in.” I say, sitting up in bed as someone knocks.

“Hi.” Jimin says, popping his head in the doorway.

“Hey. Everything okay?” I ask, smiling at him.

“Yes. I just wanted to see where you’d gone. Did I wake you?”

“No, I’d only just got into bed.”

“Okay. Goodnight then. I’ll see you in the morning.” He smiles before leaving.

“Goodnight!” I call and lay back down to sleep.

[the-mazed-magic-shop]

I am such a sucker for everything yoonmin and this was just SO FREAKING CUTE!!!! Like Yoongi being mesmerised by Jimin's smile and crescent eyes, and "soft and sharp features" - that's so canon Yoongi (┬┬﹏┬┬) I love it!

Ghost Friend

Yoongi's spirit has stayed in his dilapidating home for decades. One day, Jimin and his friends Taehyung and Jungkook decide to visit the property, and Jimin makes a ghost friend.

Or, the one where Jimin is totally Jean Grey.

👻 Yoongi x Jimin (platonic)

👻 word count: 1.8k

👻 friends who encounter a ghost, haunting au, crack treated seriously, slight hurt/comfort, appropriate for all audiences

👻 warnings: uhhh...honestly, none? Yoongi is a ghost (which implies that he is dead!) but otherwise, this is a very chill, cute little Halloweenie fic. it is not in the slightest bit scary! Yoongi is lonely, and there is a positive ending. i guess my sense of humor could count as a warning!!!

👻 note: since it's a drabble, the descriptions are not as vivid as usual. it's mostly ~vibes~.

👻 request by @park-jimin-isnt-real for my Harrowing Halloween event! thank you so much for requesting!!! 🍉💜 i feel like you wanted it to be a little more of a crack fic but i managed to make it so serious haha. 🤪

👻 beta read by @neoneunnajimin

👻 posted oct. 2023 | read on ao3

“Hey, Chim, think fast!”

The one who reacts to the nickname Chim – who Yoongi surmises is actually named Jimin – glances up in time for an inflatable ball to travel through Yoongi's spectral form and pummel Jimin in the side of the face. The two men Jimin trespasses with stand about ten feet away, and the buffer of the two – who Yoongi thinks is named Jeongguk – is doubled over laughing, dark hair falling in his face. 

The one Yoongi thinks is named Jimin is understandably annoyed, picking up the ball, which is painted like a basketball but much smaller, inspecting it before throwing it back with nowhere near as much strength. It nearly hits the one who might be named Taehyung, and falls to the floor, rolling away.

Jimin complains, “Don’t throw haunted toys at me, you fucking creeps,” sounding exasperated.

The toy isn’t haunted, nor does it belong to Yoongi, but he is unwilling to correct them. He thinks some children brought it to the property long ago, before the house had become somewhat of a local legend, and left it behind. Sometime in the early 2000s, he thinks, though he cannot be sure.

“This place isn’t really haunted,” the one who might be named Taehyung says in a low, somewhat whiny voice. He kicks at debris that has fallen from the dilapidated ceiling with a frown. 

Of course, this place is haunted. Yoongi standing in the center of their friend group proves as much. Only Yoongi has not made his presence known, just yet. 

Although it is somewhat disrespectful the way people always treat his house like a heap of trash, Yoongi rather likes it when folks come to visit. Being a ghost can get quite lonely, especially because Yoongi hesitates to let anyone really perceive him. 

He thinks he would like to let Jimin perceive him. Jimin, with his pretty, pouty lips that he nibbles nervously, causing them to redden and become even more pouty. Jimin, with his short ash-brown hair and stunning blend of sharp and soft features, depending on which angle he stands at. There is something gentle and understanding in Jimin's wide, dark eyes that Yoongi wishes he could get lost in. 

If only he were still alive. 

"Jeongguk," Yoongi hears Taehyung say quietly, leaning in close and pointing to another discarded ball. This one is larger and red, and its surface collects dust better than the inflatable one. "You should throw this at him when his back is turned."

Jeongguk scoffs and shakes his head, muttering, "You are so childish, Tae," despite walking over to the red ball and picking it up anyway. He very quietly tosses the ball into the air and catches it while Jimin meanders in the opposite direction, distracted by some graffiti on Yoongi's busted living room wall. 

"Hey, Chim!" Jeongguk shouts.

Yoongi, who has begun slowly gravitating toward Jimin, watches as Jimin sighs and turns, shouting, "What, now?"

Jeongguk chucks the ball, and Jimin recoils this time, lifting his hand in order to deflect it. Except, without thinking, Yoongi reaches up and stops the ball in mid-air. Then, realizing his mistake, he quickly drops it. 

If Yoongi could breathe, he would be holding his breath. He feels anxious as his gaze moves between Jimin and his curious friends, whose expressions are frozen with shock. Jimin's hand had lifted just in time for the ball, but Yoongi managed to exert just enough of his spiritual energy to stop it. 

"Holy shit!" Jeongguk shouts, breaking the tense silence. 

Jimin's hand still hovers in the air, and he glances at it curiously. "What…just happened?" he asks. 

"You're fucking Magneto!" Jeongguk shouts. "That's what happened."

Taehyung sighs, stepping closer and picking up the red ball, which had rolled in the direction of his feet. "Magneto can only control metal, Jeongguk. Like a magnet…it's in his name."

Jeongguk shakes his head, mind clearly working on overdrive. "Right, right, right," he mutters under his breath, seemingly searching somewhat frantically for something other than busted concrete and dust to throw at his friend next. "You're like…Jean Grey then."

As Jimin finally begins to lower his hand, the stunned expression remains on his face, and he begins to glance around at eye level as if he suspects there may have been some kind of invisible force that helped him. If Yoongi had a heart, it would sink as Jimin looks right at him – right through him. His eyes are sad and curious, and Yoongi longs so badly to just reach out and touch him. 

"You have to do it again!" Jeongguk exclaims.

"Can you do it again?" Taehyung softly asks. 

"I…" Jimin mutters, brows knitting as he shakes his head. "No, I—I don't know what happened, but I am definitely not—"

"Think fast!" Taehyung shouts, causing both Jimin and Yoongi to sigh. Jimin reaches his hand up and, without giving it another thought, Yoongi also reaches his hand out, stopping the ball right in front of Jimin's open palm.

This time, when Jimin's eyes search the air right where Yoongi stands, Yoongi fumbles and drops the ball. He had meant to hold it up as a show to Jimin's friends, but even Jimin's unknowingly undivided attention makes him panic. If Yoongi had a heart, it would be going wild right now. 

"How the fuck…" Jeongguk mutters, at the same time Jimin – whose eyes have not left the space Yoongi occupies – mutters, "Who the fuck…"

"Pick it back up," Taehyung insists. "With no hands."

"I can't—" Jimin begins but Jeongguk whines, "Just try!"

Jimin sighs and squats in front of the ball, which has been rolled over to Jimin's feet by one of his friends. Yoongi also squats. 

All is quiet as Jimin holds his hand out in front of the red ball. He mutters, "This is so stupid," under his breath while chewing on the inside of his mouth. Yoongi wonders if that is a nervous tick of his – wonders what other nervous ticks he may have. 

Jimin knits his brow and Yoongi snaps back to what he is meant to focus on: the ball. He reaches out and slowly begins to lift the red ball with both hands, ever so slightly. Jimin gasps softly while his friends begin to shout. 

"How—" Jimin mutters as his eyes lift to Yoongi again and glance around the space, searching. 

"This is crazy!" Jeongguk shouts.

"How did we never know you could do this?" Taehyung asks. 

Jimin clicks his tongue and drops his hands, making Yoongi drop the ball, as well. "I can't do this," Jimin snaps back. "Obviously there is some kind of supernatural force at play."

"There's no such thing as supernatural forces," Jeongguk responds, sounding like an annoyed schoolchild. 

This makes Jimin laugh. His eyes become little crescent moons, and Yoongi thinks he has never seen anything so beautiful in his life, nor his afterlife. 

"You don't believe in ghosts but you believe in telekinesis?" Jimin argues, amusement shaking through every word. "Even though it was your idea to come through the haunted Min property? Make it make sense!"

Hearing Yoongi's name pass Jimin's lips makes him gasp. 

"Pick it up again," Jeongguk insists. 

Jimin sighs. 

Yoongi smiles. 

After a moment of hesitation, Jimin holds his hands out, just as he had done before. The ball only rolled about a foot away when Jimin dropped it, and he leans forward. 

Yoongi also leans forward, and when he picks up the ball, Jimin must think twice, because he begins to lower his hands. Before Yoongi has a chance to lower the ball to match Jimin's movement, their energies overlap. 

It is so brief and so faint, but Jimin's fingertips fall right into Yoongi's energy, passing through the side of his hand. All of his energy tingles, from his fingertips to his toes, and he drops the ball entirely when he realizes Jimin must have felt something, as well. 

This time, when Jimin gazes right in his direction, Yoongi has to fight the urge to materialize on the spot and make his presence known. In the past, when he has been particularly moody about guests in his home, he has materialized just to scare the shit out of them. That is one of the reasons his old home has such a reputation for being haunted, almost a decade later. 

Jimin's lips part as if he is about to say something, when Taehyung asks, "Jimin? Are you okay?"

In a blink, Jimin clears his throat and says, "Yeah, sorry. Thought I felt something."

"Okay, well," Jeongguk complains impatiently, "pick it up again."

Jimin sighs but smiles, shaking his head slightly as his gaze passes over Yoongi again and then returns to the ball. He holds his hands out and pretends to concentrate, and Yoongi reaches out and picks up the ball. 

A bright flash fills the space, making Yoongi drop the ball while Jimin heavily blinks and frowns, looking up at his friends. 

"I got it!" Jeongguk cheers. "Proof that Jimin is Jean Grey!" 

"You can hardly tell the ball is even lifted," Taehyung bickers. "From the angle it looks like it could still be on the floor."

While the two of them argue, Jimin continues to search the space. He holds out his hand, palm facing Yoongi, and without giving it any thought, Yoongi returns the gesture by holding his hand up and ever so slightly touching their palms together. 

"Heol," Jimin mutters, eyes widening. "I knew it."

The other two continue to bicker while Jimin sits and stares, smile slowly creeping over his face. If Yoongi had a heart, it would be aching. All he wants is to say something back or materialize fully and let Jimin see him. But what kind of a relationship could be had between a human trespasser and a ghost who refuses to leave his own home?

"Jimin-ssi!" Jeongguk shouts, "we have to do it again. I need a better picture."

"We are not taking another picture," Jimin says, rolling his eyes. "I promise you, I am not Jean Grey."

As the three friends argue, Yoongi stays squatted, eyes trailing from Jimin to the ball. He feels a deep, overwhelming sadness that has only compounded in the years since his death. Loneliness. Grief. But he also feels happy. Although he knows it would not be a good idea for Jimin to see him, he thinks that it is okay if he lets Jimin feel him a little more. 

"Just do it one more time!" Jeongguk insists. 

"No pictures," Jimin responds, to which Jeongguk quickly adds, "My phone is in my pocket!"

Jimin sighs, Yoongi sighs, and they both reach for the ball. 

"Are you ready, ghost friend?" Jimin asks so quietly that Yoongi wonders if he may have misheard. 

But he knows he has not misheard because Jimin stares right at him – right through him – with a smile. If Yoongi had a heart, it would be soaring.

Ghost friend. Yoongi likes the sound of that. 

happy halloweeeen!!! 🎃👻🍂

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