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Matching Clothes | 0,5k | yoonmin✍🏼

(a short jimsukoo family sketch)

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Jimsukoo family are off to spend their day outside. The sun is shining brightly, warmly, but not too hot. It's a perfect day for the three of them.

Jìmin as always is amused with Yoon and Koo:

- Aren't you both too grown up for mother-daughter matching outfits?

His two loves in his life look at each other, slowly realizing they, in fact, do match.

- Must be a coincidence, - says Koo. He's smiling, his bunny teeth showing.

- No, bun, it happens every time, - Jìmin retorts. His smile is content, the look in his eyes so so fond.

- Jìmin-ah, - Yoon calls to him in that sweet sweet voice, - It must be our special mother to son connection, - His eyes are glinting with happiness.

Jìmin moves closer and sweeps Yoon into his arms. He secretly whispers in his reddened ear:

- I swear, sometimes it's like his umbilical cord is still intact. It's so endearing to see him all grown up but still following you and your habits like a little tail.

Yoon sighs happily, kissing his husband's cheek.

- Besides, Jìmin-ah, you're never too old for a parent-child matching outfits, you know?

- I know, - the younger agrees and suddenly preens:

- I'll make sure it's me who's matching with our bun next time! - he all but jumps in place.

Yoon chuckles fondly. His family truly is the best.

~the end~

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CEO Fam | 0,5k | yoonmin✍🏼

CEO jimsukoo family

One of the CEOs of Min Enterprises, a successful businessman, a philanthropist and a proud mother Min Yòongi was scrolling through a bunch of photos the media took at the press conference.

With a swelling heart he eyed the headlines and articles praising Jùngkook, a new vice president and their prodigy son. Choosing one particular picture he liked he sent it to his personal assistant, to have it printed and beautifully framed.

He almost missed the sound of the knocking. A moment later the door opened and the office started filling with powerful, but not too overwhelming scent of siberian cedar and moss. It was mouthwatering and it was home.

Alpha Jìmin looked at his strikingly beautiful husband. His shoulders immediately straightened and chest puffed with pride.

- Hey, gorgeous, - he said, sliding closer.

- Hello, husband of mine, - Yoon purred, relishing in the amazing feeling of the other's chest pressing onto his back, arms circling around his waist and holding on tightly.

He looked over Yoon's shoulder and saw a picture of them three together. He felt a pang of joy inside.

He gently caressed Yoon's belly through a white dress shirt, pressing his palms and warming it in a sweet gesture of gratitude.

- They grow up so fast, don't they, mama? - Jimin said I his reddened ear, tone low and pleasant, - Seems like only yesterday we shared one bedroom with strings tied across the ceiling to hang our washing on.

Yoon hummed.

- He was so tiny back then. We had to get extra fresh cows milk from neighbours who had relatives in the village. Your hair was so badly dyed then.

They both chuckled. A whirlwind of memories passed before their eyes. There were both good and bad days. But as years went by only good remained and the bad only made them stronger.

- I love us, - Yoon whispered, - the best thing ever happened to me: my two alpha boys.

Jīmin squeezed his husband's waist tighter.

- As long as I have you I don't need nothing else. My heart is full. Love you.

And he pressed a sweet kiss to Yòongi's mating mark.

~the end~

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all yoonmin/jimsu aus I have here:

• Shifter Hybrids yoonmin

• Flowers and Cats

• The End?

• Royal Service

• Between Solstice and Equinox

• Coming Home (kookv)

• Happiest When I'm With You

• Mischevous omega and Idol bf

• Same Wavelength

• Thirsty

• mini au photobooth

• mini au lingerie

• mini au boxers

• A Bubble of Memories

• Matching Clothes

• CEO jimsukoo family

• Ravished In A Meadow

• mini au admirer

• Love In The Fields

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• nsfw jimsu oneshots

• sfw yoonmin oneshots

• nsfw vers yoonmin oneshots

• nsfw yoonmin outercourse oneshots

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• [ little Yoongi x caregiver Jimin ] (sfw)

• [ high yoonmin series ] (nsfw)

• [ fed and knotted series ] (nsfw, jimsu)

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♤ canon compliant ♡

• yours just like you're mine

• after the show

• impact play

• the right choice

• ruin me, hyung

Boypussy works:

• playing with kitten

• sweet giggle of yours

• non-sugar free (sope)

Namgi:

• dolled up and bound

Mama Min:

• Lace and Contours

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A Bubble of Memories | 1k | yoonmin✍🏼

A short sketch about jimsukoo family trip to the museum which takes Jimin and Yoongi further than the exhibition they visit.

[ sfw, first dates, fluff, teenage romance, established relationship ]

Family outings were the best, no matter how old the child is. That's what Yoongi and Jimin were sure about. They loved going to places together, with one of the parents or both often matching with Jungkook, making a cute set of parent-child outfits.

They went to art exhibitions, photography courses, painting master classes, spa trips and simple walks around the city. They tried out new places to eat, new towns to visit in the countryside, trying their hands in traditional local crafts.

With their son growing up and constantly changing his interests and hobbies they never got bored, always having something new and exciting to do. And don't get them started on their holidays where they'd travel all over the country, learning about the place they were born in.

They arrived just in time, catching their luck with the traffic and finding a comfortable slot for the parking.

Jimin couldn't wait for them to get inside the beautiful building of the museum.

Jungkook has been telling his parents on and on about the exhibition by his idol artist - Vante - for weeks. He seemed to really admire him, even signing up for the same classes his famous fellow student attended.

He even himself bought them tickets and that made Yoongi instantly tear up when he found out.

Their boy is all grown up now, he said, rubbing his eyes and grunting in annoyance at his emotional state.

Jimin then pulled his mate closer by his curvy waist and tucked the teary face in his neck. He himself was filled with various feelings for their son: fondness, pride, love. He gently caressed the elder's fluffy hair, heart swelling with love for his mate, his family.

They scented their necks and wrists, inhaling each other's enticing undertones, never getting tired of the simple gesture.

All was in it - comfort, trust and unending attraction to yhe other half of their soul.

They got inside the museum with Jungkook almost bouncing on his feet, excited to finally see every piece in the exhibition. The name Inner Chid drew their attention and they wondered what was waiting for them there.

They walked slowly, sharing their impressions, walking with Yoongi circling Jimin's arm at the elbow, like a pair of doves, always together.

One piece in particular drew their attention.

It was a painting of a picturesque view from a mountain hill, from where various colourful smudges could be seen - houses so small because they were so far. Apsan Park - Daegu, said the name plate.

Yoongi's breath hitched.

Because the moment they approached a machine installed next to the painting started working, producing bubbles, sending them flying towards the viewers.

It was like a perfect replica of the moment. Their special moment.

During their teenage years they grew up living not far from each other, Jimin's parents having moved to Daegu after their son finished middle school. Many things happened since then, much water flowed under the bridge. But he remembered each moment with the younger vividly.

And one of those moments was one of their first dates with Jimin, with the younger dragging him hiking up the hill. Yoongi was ready to growl, not wanting to move much on a day off. Nevertheless he walked next ro the younger, making sure they did it safely.

When they sat on the top, resting and admiring the view, his future mate extracted a bottle of soapy bubbles from his bag and blew them incessantly, annoying the hell out of Yoongi.

In reality, he was shy and embarrassed of his fast blooming feelings for the younger boy.

They kissed there too. It wasn't their first, with Jimin always softly pecking him on the cheek after walking him home every time, date or no date.

And Yoongi kissed him on the lips once after dinner they had with their parents, having escaped dessert and boring adult cornersations to sit on the patio with their mugs of hot tea and sharing one quilt out in chilly air.

The stars started appearing quickly on the darkening skies, atmosphere romantic and also domestic. With both of them being homebodies it has become their norm to hang out like that.

The kisses they shared on that hill were just as innocent, not crossing any boundaries, both of them not knowing where to put their hands. That's until their mouths parted and they sat, pressing close together, sharing their warmth.

- Mama! Papa! - Jungkook called when he saw his parents standing in front of the painting, clutching at each other with dazed smiles on their faces. He shook his head. He knew that would happen.

Jungkook told his Taetae-hyung how and where his parents went on dates when they were younger. He's heard enough of their beautiful stories, always dreaming of finding the same kind of love: warm, comforting, safe.

Taehyung easily agreed to paint one of the places and added something extra, which was what enchanted yhe pair of mates to the point of being speechless.

They didn't know yet that they will receive this piece after the exhibition is over.

That would make a perfect anniversary present from their son.

And maybe that will appease them a little when he asks to invite Tae-hyung for next Chuseok?

Jimin was looking at Yoongi's face with adoration. He would never get tired of tracing the familiar features with his eyes, attentive at every small movement, ready to provide for him in any way he could.

The love they had, the quiet type, it was idyllic for both. It was like coming to the shores of the homeland, waking up next ro him every morning - like the most precious gift.

- Let's go find our wondrrful son, - Yoongi finally said after a while of silence, - I want to go back there one day though. To that hill. Want to walk the same mountain path where I thought: damn, I'm falling for that boy already.

- Hyung, - the younger whispered tenderly, tucking a stubborn lick of hair behind his ear, - I love you.

- Love you, - was his mate's immediate response.

~the end~