#kim minjoon

[baeksu-krp]

Nome: Kim Minjoon Faceclaim: Junhee, A.C.E Data de nascimento e idade: 02.06.1991 — 32 anos Gênero: Masculino Etnia e nacionalidade: Sul-coreano, Coreia do Sul

Moradia: Seodaemun-gu Ocupação: Médico, Severance Hospital Qualidades: Simpático, Paciente Defeitos: Inseguro, Sensível User: @bks_minjoon

TW: Menção a tráfico de drogas

Kim Minjoon nasceu em 1991 em Seul e inserido numa família de classe média. Seu pai, Kim Sangho, sempre foi um homem austero e distante, trabalhando como empresário no ramo de importação e exportação. Desde cedo, Minjoon mostrou interesse em estudar medicina e, com muito esforço, conseguiu ingressar em uma das melhores universidades do país.

Após anos de estudos intensos e dedicação, Minjoon se formou em medicina e conseguiu um emprego em um hospital renomado de Seul na área da clínica geral. No entanto, sua felicidade durou pouco tempo. Seu pai, que havia se envolvido com o mundo do tráfico de drogas em suas viagens de negócios, acabou sendo preso em uma grande operação policial. Não sabia se o homem tinha culpa, se foi coagido a agir daquela forma e não pensava em descobrir, não queria.

Com a reputação da família manchada e o dinheiro do pai confiscado pelas autoridades, Minjoon se viu desesperado, sem recursos para se sustentar e pagar suas dívidas da faculdade. Acabou sendo atraído pelo dinheiro fácil e precisando pagar a dívida do seu genitor, se envolveu no mundo do tráfico de drogas, seguindo os passos do seu pai e usando dos seus conhecimentos médicos e químicos para ajudar na produção de drogas sintéticas.

Depois disso, a vida de Minjoon mudou drasticamente. Ele passou a viver em um mundo perigoso e violento, onde a vida não valia nada e não se via fora dali, já que um dos grandes chefes não queria que o homem se desvinculasse e parasse de trabalhar.

Após ter o coração despedaçado, decidiu se mudar para um bairro mais perto do hospital e trabalhar mais pra esquecer a dor física e ansiedade que aquilo lhe causava, e mesmo sem ter uma religião, orava para se livrar da gangue em seu pé e encontrar um amor tranquilo.

OOC: +18 Triggers: Pedofilia, Zoofilia Temas de interesse: Angst, Crack, Fluff, Friendship, Hostility, Violence

[magicshop]

mini & moni (ꈍ ᴗ ꈍ✿) for @epiphanytear [cr. namuspromised, 0613data]

"Thank you for living, breathing and being born." "He is someone I really need in my life and I hope he'll be by my side for a long time."

[yooboobies]

so much.🤍🤍🤍

[94pian]

A lost boy meets a marching band 🥁🌼✨️

[abcthv9597]

190311 - Namjoon and Jimin on Twitter:

오랜만에 지미니랑 😁😁 #RM #JIMIN

[winwintea]

MOVE MARK ITS MY TURN

[vminhoes]

Part of your world

Namjoon was on the brink of returning early from a lonely solo trip in a sailboat off the coast of Jeju, until a pink-haired mermaid named Jimin swims up to his boat and offers to show him the hidden wonders of the ocean to heal the human's broken soul.

What Namjoon did not expect was to fall for the angelic mermaid during their summer of adventures, nor did he expect for Jimin to fall for him even harder.

[minjoon-love]

Joon confirming Minimoni is real 🥰

[bratzkoo]

doré | minjoon | part two

Author: bratzkoo  | Credits to: @jintherapper​​ for the banner Pairing: crown prince! namjoon x pirate! jimin Genre: fluff, angst, more angst Rating: 18+ Word count: 2.1k Warnings/note: cursing, mentions of death and killing, revenge, no proper pov TT, homophobic piece of shit king, bisexual jimin x bisexual namjoon... just saying, idiots to lovers?, jin being the best brother out there, jungkook is an impulsive boy and stupidly brilliant, yoongi had enough haha, it’s my first time writing a pirate! au and i do not know what i’m doing. to @written-in-flowers for @thebtswritersclub​ . part one here.

summary: jimin’s quest on clearing his name after he was framed for murder consists of making the crown prince fall in love with him. 

taglist: TT i can’t find my taglist, pls hit me up if you wanna be added.

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The gentle rocking of the ship lulled Namjoon into a false sense of security. He found himself surprisingly at ease, considering his current predicament. The Crown Prince of the Empire, kidnapped by pirates and now willingly agreeing to help clear the name of their leader—it was absurd, really. Yet here he was, sitting across from Park Jimin in the captain's quarters, discussing their plan as if they were old friends conspiring over tea.

"So, let me get this straight," Namjoon said, leaning back in his chair. "You want me to vouch for your innocence when we return to the palace, but you're leaving the details entirely up to me?"

Jimin's lips curved into a mischievous smile. "I have faith in your creativity, Your Highness. Surely the Crown Prince can concoct a believable tale?"

Namjoon couldn't help but chuckle. "You're putting an awful lot of trust in someone you've kidnapped."

"Technically, Jungkook kidnapped you," Jimin corrected, his eyes twinkling with amusement. "I'm merely... benefiting from the situation."

"Ah, yes. How could I forget?" Namjoon rolled his eyes, but there was no real annoyance behind the gesture. Despite himself, he was finding Jimin's company oddly enjoyable. "And speaking of Jungkook, where is your impulsive first mate?"

Jimin waved a hand dismissively. "Probably trying to figure out how to sail the ship he stole. Don't worry, I've made it clear that you're not to be harmed."

"How reassuring," Namjoon deadpanned. He stood up, stretching his long limbs. "Well, if I'm to be your guest for the next three days, I might as well get acquainted with my temporary home. Care to give me a tour, Captain?"

Jimin raised an eyebrow. "You're taking this remarkably well, Your Highness. I half expected you to be demanding your immediate return."

Namjoon shrugged. "What would be the point? We're already at sea, and I've given my word to help you. Besides," he added with a wry smile, "this is the most excitement I've had in years. Might as well enjoy it while it lasts."

Jimin laughed, a sound that was surprisingly melodic. "Very well, then. Allow me to show you around our humble vessel."

As they made their way out of the captain's quarters and onto the main deck, Namjoon was struck by the organized chaos of ship life. Crew members scurried about, adjusting sails and checking ropes. The salty sea air whipped around them, carrying with it the cries of seagulls and the distant rumble of waves against the hull.

"It's... not what I expected," Namjoon admitted, taking in the sight.

Jimin glanced at him curiously. "And what did you expect, Your Highness? Bloodthirsty pirates swinging from the rigging with knives between their teeth?"

Namjoon had the grace to look sheepish. "Well, when you put it like that..."

Their tour took them from bow to stern, with Jimin pointing out various parts of the ship and introducing Namjoon to key crew members. The prince was surprised by the camaraderie he witnessed, the easy banter and shared laughter among the pirates. It was a far cry from the stuffy formality of palace life.

As they reached the ship's galley, a boisterous voice called out, "Oi, Cap'n! Who's the fancy gentleman?"

Namjoon turned to see a burly man with a wild beard and an even wilder grin. Jimin chuckled, clapping the man on the shoulder.

"Namjoon, meet our cook, Seokjin. Seokjin, this is... well, I suppose you could call him our guest of honor."

Seokjin's eyes widened comically. "Blimey, it's true then? We've got the Crown Prince aboard?"

Namjoon nodded, offering a polite smile. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Seokjin."

The cook let out a bark of laughter. "Well, I'll be damned. Never thought I'd be cookin' for royalty. You got any fancy tastes, Your Highness? 'Fraid we're a bit short on caviar and champagne."

"Whatever you normally serve will be fine," Namjoon assured him. "I'm not one for extravagance, despite what you might think."

Seokjin nodded approvingly. "A man after me own heart. Well, don't you worry, Your Highness. I'll whip up a feast fit for a king—or a prince, in this case."

As they continued their tour, Namjoon found himself genuinely enjoying the experience. The crew, while initially wary, seemed to warm up to him quickly. He listened intently as Jimin explained the intricacies of sailing, asked questions about life at sea, and even tried his hand at tying a few knots under the guidance of a patient deckhand.

As the sun began to set, casting a golden glow across the waves, Jimin led Namjoon to the ship's bow. They stood in comfortable silence for a moment, watching the sky turn from gold to pink to deep purple.

"It's beautiful," Namjoon murmured, almost to himself.

Jimin nodded, his expression softening. "It is. No matter how many times I see it, the sunset at sea never fails to take my breath away."

Namjoon turned to study Jimin's profile, illuminated by the fading light. "How did you end up here, Jimin? Last I heard, you were the Archduke's son, set for a life of luxury and political influence. What happened?"

Jimin's jaw tightened almost imperceptibly. "It's... a long story, Your Highness. One I'm not sure you're ready to hear."

"We have three days," Namjoon pointed out gently. "And if I'm to help clear your name, don't you think I should know the truth?"

Jimin sighed, running a hand through his hair. "You're right, of course. But perhaps we should save that conversation for tomorrow. It's not exactly a pleasant bedtime story."

Namjoon nodded, respecting Jimin's reluctance. "Very well. But I hope you'll trust me enough to share it soon."

As if on cue, Seokjin's voice boomed across the deck. "Dinner's ready, you landlubbers! Come and get it while it's hot!"

The galley was a cramped but cozy space, filled with the mouthwatering aroma of Seokjin's cooking. Namjoon found himself seated between Jimin and Jungkook, the latter eyeing him warily.

"So, Your Highness," Jungkook began, his tone cautious. "No hard feelings about the whole kidnapping thing, right?"

Namjoon couldn't help but laugh. "Well, considering I'm enjoying a delicious meal instead of languishing in some dank cell, I suppose I can find it in my heart to forgive you."

Jungkook visibly relaxed, a grin spreading across his face. "See, Cap? I told you he was a good sport."

Dinner was a lively affair, with conversation and laughter flowing as freely as the rum. Namjoon found himself regaling the crew with tales from the palace, carefully omitting any sensitive information. In return, he was treated to outrageous stories of their adventures at sea, each tale more unbelievable than the last.

As the night wore on and the crew began to disperse, Jimin led Namjoon back to the captain's quarters. "You'll be staying here," he explained. "I'll bunk with Jungkook for the duration of your stay."

Namjoon raised an eyebrow. "That's very generous of you, but I don't want to put you out. I'm perfectly capable of sharing a room."

Jimin shook his head, a small smile playing on his lips. "Nonsense. You're our guest, after all. Besides, I doubt you'd enjoy Jungkook's snoring."

"Fair enough," Namjoon conceded. He hesitated for a moment before adding, "Thank you, Jimin. For everything. This isn't at all how I imagined a kidnapping would go."

Jimin's smile widened. "Well, we aim to exceed expectations, Your Highness. Sleep well. We have a lot to discuss tomorrow."

As Namjoon settled into the surprisingly comfortable bed, his mind raced with the events of the day. He knew he should be more concerned about his situation, about the potential consequences of his absence from the palace. Yet he couldn't shake the feeling that this unexpected adventure might be exactly what he needed.

With the gentle rocking of the ship lulling him to sleep, Namjoon's last thought before drifting off was of Jimin's enigmatic smile and the mysteries that lay behind it.

The next morning dawned bright and clear, the sun's rays filtering through the porthole to rouse Namjoon from his slumber. For a moment, he was disoriented, the unfamiliar surroundings causing a brief panic. Then the events of the previous day came rushing back, and he let out a small chuckle at the absurdity of it all.

A knock at the door interrupted his musings. "Your Highness? Are you awake?" Jimin's voice called from the other side.

"Come in," Namjoon replied, sitting up and running a hand through his disheveled hair.

Jimin entered, carrying a tray laden with what appeared to be breakfast. "I thought you might appreciate a private meal this morning," he explained, setting the tray on the small table by the window. "We have much to discuss."

Namjoon nodded, climbing out of bed and joining Jimin at the table. The spread was simple but appetizing—fresh bread, cheese, some fruit, and a steaming mug of what smelled like coffee. "Thank you," he said sincerely. "I admit, I'm curious to hear your story."

Jimin took a deep breath, his fingers idly tracing patterns on the wooden tabletop. "It's not a tale I enjoy telling, Your Highness. But you're right—if you're to help me, you need to know the truth."

And so, as they shared their breakfast, Jimin began to recount the events that had led him to this life of piracy. He spoke of his father, the Archduke, a man consumed by ambition and greed. Of the pressure to be the perfect heir, to follow in his father's corrupt footsteps. Of the moment he discovered just how deep that corruption ran.

"I found documents," Jimin said, his voice low and intense. "Proof that my father had been embezzling funds meant for the people, collaborating with foreign powers to undermine the Empire's stability. I... I couldn't stand by and let it happen."

Namjoon listened intently, his breakfast forgotten. "What did you do?"

"I tried to expose him," Jimin replied, a bitter smile twisting his lips. "I thought if I brought the evidence to the proper authorities, justice would be served. But I underestimated my father's influence. Somehow, he managed to turn it all around on me. Suddenly, I was the traitor, the corrupt son trying to frame his innocent father."

"That's why you were exiled," Namjoon realized, the pieces falling into place.

Jimin nodded. "Exile was a kindness, really. My father wanted me executed for treason. It was only through the intervention of... a friend at court that I was allowed to leave with my life."

"And you turned to piracy?"

"Not immediately," Jimin admitted. "At first, I just wandered, trying to figure out what to do with my life. But then I met Jungkook, and well... the rest, as they say, is history."

Namjoon sat back, processing everything he'd heard. It was a lot to take in, and it painted a very different picture of the man before him than the one he'd previously held. "Jimin, I... I'm so sorry. What was done to you was unjust."

Jimin shrugged, though Namjoon could see the tension in his shoulders. "It is what it is, Your Highness. I've made peace with my lot in life. But now, with your help, perhaps I can finally clear my name and return home."

"Of course," Namjoon said without hesitation. "I'll do everything in my power to help you. But Jimin... why didn't you come to me before? As Crown Prince, I could have—"

"With all due respect, Your Highness," Jimin interrupted gently, "you were barely more than a boy when this happened. And my father's influence runs deep. I couldn't risk involving you then."

Namjoon nodded, understanding but not liking it. "And now?"

Jimin's lips quirked into a small smile. "Now, you're the Crown Prince in more than just title. You have real power, real influence. And, if I may be so bold, I believe you to be a man of integrity. Someone who will listen to the truth and act on it, regardless of the consequences."

Namjoon felt a warmth spread through his chest at Jimin's words. It was a heavy responsibility, but one he was determined to live up to. "I won't let you down, Jimin. We'll find a way to clear your name and bring your father to justice."

"Thank you, Your Highness," Jimin said softly, his eyes shining with gratitude and something else Namjoon couldn't quite identify.

As they finished their breakfast and began to plan their next steps, Namjoon found himself studying Jimin more closely. The man before him was not the carefree pirate captain he'd first appeared to be, nor was he the traitorous son Namjoon had once believed him to be. He was complex, layered, a man shaped by hardship and injustice but not broken by it.

And as the sun climbed higher in the sky, casting its warm light over the two men deep in conversation, Namjoon realized that his adventure at sea was becoming something far more significant than he could have ever imagined.

[btschooseafic]

AO3 Recs

trust in the weather by melodiousb [completed]

jimin x namjoon x yoongi, jimin pov, witches, arranged marriage, polyam, magic, sideships

jimin is sent to namjoon and yoongi to marry them and bond to their district, so that the seasons will return to normal. / well written, interesting world building and magic systems.

[namujoon9401]

Minjoon gym au

Yoga instructor jimin, gym patron namjoon, Jimin is horny, taehyung is so done w his ass, joon is sweaty, ft. Jimin’s graphic fantasies

“You just don't get it Taehyungie,” he laments as he flings himself across the younger male’s lap, margarita sloshing across his shirt.

He’s so drunk, he barely even realizes it.

“You're living it up in domestic bliss with Jeonggukie, and i’m over here, single as a pringle and third wheeling the hell out of you and 2seok over there-“

He points to the other side of the club, where Hoseok and Jin are busy dancing, if you could call it that. Honestly it was less like dancing and more like grinding on each other and making out.

Taehyung sighs.

“And my gym Adonis hasn’t been there for two weeks, Tae. Two weeks!”

“You need to get laid.” Taehyung says, exasperated, scanning the crowd for his boyfriend.

He flails around some more, dramatically fake sobbing.

“My one chance at romance is gone, Taetae. Gone!”

Jimin was a yoga and dance instructor at the gym near his apartment. The gym was on the more luxurious side, so he made decent money, but that wasn’t the only perk.

See, Jimin had had his eyes on a particular man for quite some time now.

He frequented the gym Jimin worked at, often on the squat rack or rowing machine, or simply lifting weights.

He was tall, with short silver hair, golden tanned skin and an absolutely ridiculous bangin’ body-

(“He could choke me with his bare hands. And I would probably thank him.”

“That- that's- okay, that's great. Thanks for that.” Jungkook said, nose scrunching in disgust. )

Needless to say, their entire friend group knew about this guy, as Jimin was not one to keep his unabashedly horny thoughts to himself.

Jimin often gazed at his mystery man from across the gym, drooling over his sweaty pecs in the thin tank top he usually wore and his thighs in those stupid gym shorts, fantasizing about all sorts of debauchery they could engage in.

However, as much as he liked to fantasize, it's safe to say Jimin was way too timid to actually approach him.

Apart from the mystery gym guy being hella hot, he was also- for that very reason- extremely intimidating.

(“God Hobi, I mean, I can't look him in the eye! I’ve been nursing this crush for at least 2 months now, I can't approach him? I mean, what would I even say to him? ‘Hey, i've been watching you from across the gym for a while now, I think you're pretty hot, wanna bang?’”

“That would be weird. And creepy.” Hoseok nodded sagely.)

So therein lies the problem.

The man in question hadn’t been seen at the gym for about two weeks now, and Jimin was starting to lose it.

“Hyung, he’s probably just on vacation or something. You’re overreacting.” Says Jungkook, returning from the bar with two cosmos in hand, one of which Jimin gratefully accepts.

“But- but what if he found another gym, what if he stopped coming to my gym? I don’t even know his name!”

Jimin collapses over the side of the booth dramatically, sighing like a Victorian maiden.

Taehyung rubs his back sympathetically. “Don't worry hyung, he’ll come back.”

💪💪💪💪

Gym Adonis did come back.

When Jimin walks through the doors, he turns around and screams silently into his hands as he catches sight of mystery gym guy.

He’s rolling out his legs on a floor mat near the entrance to the studio where Jimin holds his classes.

Which places him directly in Jimin’s path.

Fuck.

Jimin silently calculates every single possible path he could take to the entrance of his studio which would take him around gym guy.

Unfortunately, all of them are awkward and would make it exceedingly obvious that he was avoiding gym guy.

He’s been psychoanalyzing the situation in his head for too long, which translates to him standing by the check in desk for an inordinate amount of time.

Seokjin, who happens to be one of the managers, levels him with an unamused glare from behind the check-in desk.

“For fuck's sake Jimin-ah, go talk to him. Jesus.”

Jimin’s internal dialogue goes something like this:

God he’s so hot. I really should talk to him. It's been ages. But what happens if i fuck it up? God, what do I even say to him?

All this fizzles out when gym hottie looks up from his foam roller and locks eyes with him.

Here is the image seared into Park Jimin’s eyeballs.

Gym hottie is wearing his trademark thin tank top soaked through with sweat along with one of the sluttier pairs of shorts (fuck. Are those running shorts?) he’s seen. His foot is in the air, calf jutting out from where his thigh is pressed into the roller, his other leg crossed on top. His thighs- god, his golden, glistening thighs-are prominently displayed from where his shorts have ridden up, the meat of them spilling over from the pressure of the roller underneath him.

Needless to say, his brain promptly short circuits and he’s left standing there staring at gym hotties thighs like a creep, you're so fucking weird Jimin, what the fuck, snap out of it.

He’s jolted out of his thoughts when gym hottie clears his throat. To his horror, he realizes that his feet have carried him so that he’s now standing right in front of gym Adonis.

Oh god.

“You’re really hot.” He blurts.

The guy averts his gaze, smiling to himself. And-

Wow. Dimples.

“I-I’m so sorry! I just meant to-“

The guy chuckles good-naturedly.

“It's alright. I’ve noticed you staring.”

Wow.

Damn, his voice is deep, Jimin thinks.

He lowers his voice.

“I was wondering if I was gonna have to make the first move.”

That's- flattering. However-

“You've noticed me staring?”He says, flushing red.

“God that's so embarrassing, I’m so sorry-”

The guy shakes his head with a reassuring smile. “No, don't be. You never met my eyes; I just figured you were shy. But now…“

He hadn't really expected this guy to be into him right off the bat, but the way this guy was decidedly checking him out (Jimin silently thanked himself for wearing his cute Lululemon leggings that hugged his ass and thighs just right) Jimin figured he would take the shot.

“Would you maybe wanna…” Jimin trails off and looks at the floor. Those fucking thighs. God. I can barely look at him.

Gym hottie stares back at him, confused. “Wanna…?”

“Get a drink with me?

Wait. Was that too forward?

He scrambles to amend his statement.

“It doesn’t have to be alcohol.” He says, backpedaling. “It could just… be coffee or something?”

Hot guy chuckles. “Damn, don’t you at least want my name first?”

Jimin flushes bright red, his hand flying to the back of his neck. “Shit, right. I’m Park Jimin.”

“Ah, you’re the yoga instructor right? I’m Kim Namjoon.”

“That’s right.” Jimin actually doesn’t force a smile this time.

Gym hottie, or just Namjoon, finally stands up and rolls up his mat as Jimin watches. “I’d love to get a drink- or coffee or something- with you.”

Fuck, he’s adorable.

“Really?” Way to make it seem like you have low self-esteem, dumbass.

“Sure.” He smiles, adorable dimples on display.

He leans in closer.

“You think checking someone out at the gym doesn’t go both ways?”

Jimin’s face is several shades of crimson at this point. He can't quite believe this is actually happening, is tempted to pinch himself because there’s no way, right?

They exchange phone numbers before Namjoon has to leave, but not without a suave wink and a “text me, alright?”

When Namjoon finally leaves Jimin has to take several moments to compose himself.

He silent-screams into his hands for the second time that day.

From behind the desk, Seokjin whistles.

“You actually did it. I thought you would be too much of a coward.”

“I got his number,” he whispers to himself, dazed. “I actually got his number.”

Jimin whips around.

“Hyung! I got his number!”

Jimin whoops in glee. The other gym patrons are definitely looking at him weird but Jimin could care less.

He has the promise of a date to look forward to.

💪💪💪💪

Jimin 7:58 pm

Hey, this is Jimin, the yoga instructor?

Namjoon 8:00 pm

Hi :) I remember, you're the cute small one

Jimin squeals. The cute small one?

Jimin 8:01 pm

Lol you think im cute?

Namjoon 8:02 pm

Yea ofc. You’re adorable

Jimin 8:02 pm

Please I’m so bad at taking compliments, I cannot physically accept it

Youre the cute one

Namjoon 8:03 pm

LOL you’re so funny

And that’s definitely not true, you’re the cute one

They go back and forth like this for a while until the conversation shifts to a possible date.

Jimin 8:10pm

So you weren’t lying when you said you wanna go out with me huh.

Namjoon 8:10pm

Why would i lie about that

Jimin 8:11pm

Sooo where would you wanna go? Hypothetically. If we were going on a date.

O-kay, calm down, Park Jimin. Take a chill pill. It’s just a date. You’ve been on dates before.

Namjoon 8:11pm

there's this cute little bakery I've been wanting to check out for a while. I follow the owner on instagram and they make these really beautiful pastries and tarts.

if, hypothetically, we were going on a date.

Jimin laughs.

Namjoon sends him the address and they set a date, and the whole time Jimin is questioning his reality.

Is this the Matrix? Is he in a simulation right now? Because he can hardly believe this is happening.

Jimin flops back on the bed. He feels a bit like a character in a teenage Disney channel movie.

💪💪 💪 💪

“Hyung, you’re definitely overthinking this.”

Jungkook’s exasperated voice comes through the speaker of his phone. On the screen, Taehyung jumps into the frame.

“Wear those slutty jeans you have. You know, the ones with the buttons on the butt that open.”

“Those are for clubbing only, you harlot.” He chastises.

“This is a normal regular date at a normal, regular place.”

Jimin sighs. He has the majority of his wardrobe spread out on his bed, frantically trying to find something to wear to his date.

It seems like all of his clothes are either too casual or too formal, with nothing in between.

Eventually he decides on a cute baby blue sweater that’s just big enough to fall a little bit off one shoulder with his trademark ripped skinny jeans that make his ass look magnificent.

“Looks great, hyung.” Jungkook says through the phone.

“Yeah, he’d be crazy not to wanna jump you right away,” says Taehyung.

💪💪💪💪

Turns out Namjoon is not actually a meathead like Jimin had assumed.

He reads a lot, is really into modern art (the highbrow type of shit that Jimin never really understood) and even makes music on the side.

When Jimin tells him that he dances, he’s immediately enthusiastically on board.

“That’s amazing! I'll make you a beat, something you can dance to.”

Jimin curls into himself, suddenly shy.

“Aw, I don't know about that, I’m afraid I won't do it justice-“

“No, of course not, I know you’ll be good.” Namjoon smiles warmly and wow. He's so golden and pretty, Jimin thinks, dazed.

“Thanks.”

They talk about anything and everything, and the more they talk, Jimin finds himself more and more endeared and attracted to this man.

He’s smart and kind and funny and handsome and a million other things that Jimin can’t quite put into words.

Which is why when Namjoon offers to walk him home, Jimin accepts.

And when they get to the door of Jimin’s apartment, he summons all his courage to ask-

“What, no goodbye kiss?” with a smirk.

Namjoon blinks, surprised, but quickly recovers. He shyly smiles, eyes crinkling, before leaning in slowly and-

Wow.

His lips are plush and warm and Jimin can't help but kiss him harder. Namjoon cups his jaw with his (large) hand and kisses back, equally as enthusiastic.

They break the kiss and for a moment it's just them, breathing in each other’s air.

Namjoon steps back.

“How are you so…..” he trails off, seemingly lost for words.

“So…..what?”Jimin bats his eyelashes, bites his lip, trying for all the world to look as delectably fuckable as possible.

See, Jimin wasn't usually the kind of guy who put out on the first date, but. Namjoon was the kind of guy he would make an exception for.

Namjoon shakes his head, dismissing the point.

“Would you wanna-” Jimin starts but Namjoon cuts him off.

“Please don’t take this the wrong way but-” Namjoon flushes, scratching the back of his neck. “I don’t want this to be a one time thing, I-I wanna date you for real. I wanna be your boyfriend. He turns away, suddenly shy, mumbles, “You deserve that much at least.”

Jimin is endeared to say the least.

“To be completely honest with you? I wanted the same thing.

💪💪💪💪

From there things progress quickly.

Turns out, Jimin and Namjoon are a great couple. Jimin falls quickly, Namjoon less so. For him it's more of a gradual realization that he’s falling in love, whereas Jimin comes to terms with it much more quickly. They spend whole days together on their days off from work, going to every possible gallery and cafe and museum and park and restaurant in Seoul.

The day comes where Jimin is to introduce Namjoon to his friends, and he is.

Nervous, to say the least.

(“Oh god, what if they dont like me? What if they think I'm a pretentious intellectual?” Namjoon frets, wringing his hands.)

“Babe, with a body like yours, I guarantee you they’ll be pleasantly surprised when the word “anti-capitalist” comes out of your mouth. )

Needless to say, it went well.

Jungkook is, for some reason, starstruck. “I listen to you on Soundcloud!”

Namjoon laughs, a bit embarrassed.

“Wow, really?”

He and Hoseok bond over their mutual love for music and songwriting.

Taehyung takes a moment to look him up and down and whistles, saying to Jimin:

“You sure bagged yourself a nice one, Jiminie.”

Their dates always end the same way: they're making out, usually with Jimin in Namjoon’s lap, but Namjoon always chickens out and leaves awkwardly whenever Jimin even suggests taking his pants off.

It’s frustrating to no avail.

Eventually, Jimin confronts him about it.

They're at Jimin’s place, Netflix playing in the background, and they're kissing.

They’re kissing and it's great and Jimin is fully in his lap and Namjoon most certainly has his tongue down his throat and he keeps making these little sounds, a sound somewhere between a sigh and a groan and it lights a fire in Jimin’s blood. He breaks the kiss to pant heavily into Joon’s mouth, his big hands circling his small waist, their foreheads touching.

He knows where this is headed. They’ll kiss until Jimin starts tugging at his shirt, and then Namjoon will get all hesitant and awkward and make up some excuse and then he’ll leave.

Jimin doesn’t want him to.

So this time, when Namjoon breaks the kiss and leans back, Jimin says, frustrated-

“Why won’t you fuck me?”

Namjoon makes a strangled noise.

Jimin is- mad now, frustrated and horny and confused.

“Am I not fuckable enough for you? I mean, I'm cute, right? Im cute and I’m small and I have nice thighs and iI fucking have abs, okay? I don't know what else you want from me-

“No, no, Jimin, stop! I promise it’s not you-” Namjoon interrupts him, frantic.

“Well then what is it, Joon? Because I’ve wracked my brain for hours about this.”

Jimin crosses his arms.

“And it makes me feel…. I dunno. Like I'm not worthy.”

“No, no, I promise it's not that.”

Namjoon plants a tender kiss on his forehead.

“It's…. Well, I haven't been with anyone in a long time- since my ex. And that was.” Namjoon sighs. “Anyway. The point is.”

“You’re here and you're so sexy and confident and I feel like this huge bumbling idiot and I kept running away because- well, because I didn't feel like I was worthy enough to have you.”

He shrugs.

“And I was terrified that we- we would do it, we would have sex, and i’d be terrible and you’d be disappointed and you wouldn’t want me anymore.”

“Oh Joon.”

Jimin kisses him, a tender one this time.

“Of course I want you. I want all of you.”

Jimin smiles at him.

“And hey, even if you are terrible, I can make you un-terrible.” He waggles his eyebrows.

“That's not how that word works.”

“Anti-terrible.”

“Youre so-”

“I'm so what?” Jimin grins cheekily.

Namjoon rolls his eyes before kissing him with fervor, catching Jimin off guard.

From there things progress quickly.

Time passes in a blur until they're both shirtless, Jimin fully in Namjoon’s lap. They’re panting into each other’s mouths, Namjoon kissing down the column of his throat.

“Beautiful,” he whispers.

He scrapes his teeth on his neck, teasing a bite, and Jimin whimpers.

“Fuck, Joon-”

Namjoon comes back up to meet him, eyes dark, before kissing him again, so deep and heavy Jimin feels like he’s drowning. Namjoon's lips move against his own in a way that’s- dirty, really, wet and desperate and almost frantic in a way so that Jimin meets him with the same amount of desire.

Everything feels like- like Jimin is a live wire, like someone stripped away all of his insulation and is now exposed, one raw nerve. Namjoon’s touch lights up his body, every touch has him shivering and pressing back into it, craving more.

Then they have sex goodbye.

The end bro

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jimin never misses an opportunity for a comedy skit

namjoon: *gets poked my jungkook’s foam sword with red paint and exclaims dramatically*

namjoon: it hurts :(

jimin, without missing a beat: MEDIC! WE NEEED A MEDIC! WE MUST SAVE THIS POOR MAN BEFORE HE BLEEDS OUT

jimin: just hold on a little longer! help is on the way!! namjoon: *releases a stream of curses*

[miloca-ao3]

*Home*

Namjoon arrives home from a difficult day and is happy his husband is already home to greet him.

*Main tags: established relationship; domestic; fluff; A/B/O; non-explicit sex; scenting; mature*

Here -> https://archiveofourown.org/works/53360758

[daegudrama]

name reveal for my fic coming out on yoongi’s birthday 🫶🏻

Pairing: Min Yoongi/Kim Namjoon/Park Jimin/Reader

Summary: For their anniversary Yoongi, Namjoon, Jimin and reader take a glamping trip far into the woods where no one can hear their screams ;)

Word Count: 24.1K

[whalyrae]

PERFECT - ONE SHOT - M.JOON

Genre : fluff fluff fluff, a little of angst but it's a happy ending I promise !

Pairing : Minjoon my babies ♥

Word count : 1.4k

A/N : Hi hi ! No it's not an update for the old guard or dance with me ...!! I had this one shot I wrote years ago in french and I wanted to share it to my english readers ! Hope you'll like it !

I recommand to listen to Perfect by Ed Sheeran while reading it! :)

Also don't hesistate to follow me on twitter I follow back of course ! Let's be moots and friends ! ♥

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I found a love for me Darling just dive right in And follow my lead Well I found a boy beautiful and sweet I never knew you were the someone waiting for me 'Cause we were just kids when we fell in love…

The strings of the old acoustic guitar vibrated to the rhythm of the music imposed by the solitary musician. His deep, suave voice took over the music, while the lyrics flowed slowly, softly. A slight Korean accent betrayed his English accent. But this only added to the purity and uniqueness of this song. With his eyes closed, the musician let himself go, paying no attention to his environment - he always told him that what is essential is invisible to the eye.

Not knowing what it was I will not give you up this time But darling, just kiss me slow, your heart is all I own And in your eyes you're holding mine... 

Sitting alone in a park, leaning against an old Japanese cherry tree in full bloom this autumn, he couldn't help seeing his face invade his mind as he sang this song. He knew for a fact that Ed Sheeran had always been his favourite singer, and that's why he'd learned it. He wanted to play it to him for his birthday, which happened to be today. But he wasn't there. Everything had gone wrong so quickly.

Baby,I'm dancing in the dark with you between my arms Barefoot on the grass, listening to our favorite song When you said you looked a mess, I whispered under neath my breath But you heard it, darling, you look perfect tonight... 

He danced in the dark. But an unbearable darkness. All he wanted to do was dance in the dark in his arms. But he was in the dark, alone, without him, without his arms. He was in a labyrinth of pain, regrets and memories that were only deepening the gaping hole in his heart. But despite everything, anyone would understand that he was madly in love. And that was why he was singing it on that balmy October evening. Even if he wasn't there with him, he still wanted to sing it.

Well I found a man, stronger than anyone I know He shares my dreams, I hope that someday I'll share his home£ I found a love, to carry more than just my secrets To carry love, to carry children of our own We are still kids, but we're so in love Fighting again stall odds I know we'll be alright this time Darling, just hold my hand Be my boy, I'll be your man I see my future in your eyes.

All his words described him so much. This song described them perfectly. They had known each other since the school sandbox. And as far as he could remember, the artist wanted to spend his life with him. At first, being young and innocent, no one interpreted this as love, and neither did the two protagonists. But as the years went by, the jealousy, attraction and feelings grew stronger and stronger. The more time passed, the more they fell in love with each other. Male or not, they didn't care; they always both believed that love had no appearance, no sex. In their eyes, love knew no boundaries.

And four years ago, one December evening, he took the first step, the musician kissed him, under the same Japanese cherry tree where he was at the moment. It had all been so beautiful, so perfect, so sweet. He would always remember the taste of her lips. And he would give anything to feel them against his own again, against his skin. Just as he wanted more than anything in the world to be able to feel her body against his again, to show him other than through words, how much he loved him.

Baby,I'm dancing in the dark, with you between my arms Barefoot on the grass, listening to our favorite song When I saw you in that dress, looking so beautiful I don't deserve this, darling, you look perfect tonight...

Yes, he didn't deserve him. Unfortunately, his love wasn't enough: he had to be so clumsy, so awkward in his words and the way he acted towards others. All it took was one misinterpreted gesture on his part for him to think he didn't love him any more, that he'd found someone better. And he left, tears rolling down his slightly chubby cheeks that he loved kissing so much. They both thought they weren't good enough for each other, the younger one in particular. And yet for the singer, even a song like the one he was singing now wasn't even enough to say how madly in love he was with him.

A sob reached the singer's ear and he opened his eyes, without stopping his singing or his guitar. But he almost stopped when he saw him face to face, how long had he been listening to him? He hesitated to stop and take him in his arms, hating to see him in this state, but at the sight of his shining eyes staring at him, he straightened up and started again, his voice sounding more melodious, more powerful, a certain gentleness having been added when he plunged his gaze into his. Because now he wasn't singing just for himself, but for the man in front of him, his soul mate, his better half.

Baby,I'm dancing in the dark, with you between my arms Barefoot on the grass, listening to our favorite song I have faith in what I see Now I know I have met an angel in person And he looks perfect I don't deserve this You look perfect tonight. 

Slowly, the younger man moved closer to the man with the guitar, running a hand through his blond hair, something he did when he was embarrassed, making the guitarist smile softly. As soon as he caught sight of him, all his pain and aches dissipated, and all negative feelings disappeared from his being, as they did every time he was in the company of the younger man.

The song came to an end, and the melody stopped. The musician placed his guitar against the tree trunk and approached the youngest, only a few millimeters away. The young blond hid his face in his hands, crying his eyes out, apologizing several times between sobs. “Joonie…”

The man called Joonie gently grabbed his younger's wrists, letting him see his beautiful face. His slightly rounded cheeks were now covered in a light pink tinge, making him all the more adorable. Without waiting, the brunet took his angel in his arms, hugging him with all his strength. Being smaller than Namjoon, the blond laid his head against his chest, his sobs starting up again as he felt his elder's arms around him, his warmth invading him. He felt all the more guilty because he'd almost never felt that way again, and God, he'd rather die than not feel Namjoon next to him.

“Calm down Love,” the dark-haired man whispered softly against his shoulder, “it's down to me to apologize…”

The blond shook his head, disagreeing with his words. It was his own fault, he'd always been a bit melodramatic around the edges, but like everything else, it was something Namjoon loved about him. But his last words warmed his heart with a gentle warmth that only the guitarist could provide.

Slowly, the younger raised his head, gazing into the musician's eyes. The musician placed both hands on his cheeks, wiping away the traces of tears, his thumbs gently caressing them. He let out a small sigh of relief, having missed the warmth of Namjoon's protective hands.

“Hyung,” said the blond shyly, “will you sing it for me again?”

Namjun's lips stretched, a tender smile taking place on the face the blonde loved so much. Slowly, he broke the space between them and placed his lips on his. A simple kiss was all it took to make the other understand the boundless love he had for him. The two lovers closed their eyes, enjoying this moment as the most precious of all, for more than four years of their relationship. A moment that would remain engraved in their memories forever.

“Of course, Jimin,” Namjoon murmured softly against his lips, “I'll sing it to you as many times as you like.”

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