#minimoni fic

[bangtanagan]

to end up at the sea

minimoni + sentinel/guide au. 2.1k. for @/trueto7 on bluesky // bsky

He feels it like the last gasp before drowning, a black wave of water and a gut-clench panic. The nausea comes a heartbeat after, the thick claustrophobic misery of touch and too much, and he straightens up on instinct, elbow cracking into the side of his chair and sending sparks all the way up his arm to and down to his littlest finger. He bites back a curse, cradling his elbow, and the panic gets heavier. Smothering.

“Jimin?” Next to him, Taehyung startles, pen drawing a thick line through his notes. The lecturer down in front keeps droning on, oblivious to the distraction in the back row of the lecture hall. Whatever he’s saying is lost on Jimin, in one ear and out the other. His attention is caught instead on the blackwater terror echoing around his head and between his ribs. It’s hard to breathe. “Jimin-ah?”

“I’m okay,” he says, remembering to whisper. It’s hard when all his attention is turned away from class to whoever it is in the building caught in this horrible feedback loop of overwhelming panic and sensation and pain. It’s hard to remember it’s not his hurt, not his fear. “I’m fine, I just—"

“What is it?”

Jimin takes a breath. Not his fear, he reminds himself, though it’s hard to believe that when his heart is rabbiting and the sensation of drowning is so close. Someone in the building, he thinks, and that—the reminder of space, of distance, of closeness and the world—helps a little. He takes another breath and lets the crash of overwhelmed wash over him and pass on. He knows how to do this.

“I gotta go.”

“Go where? What—"

“Just— Can you watch my stuff?”

Taehyung, bless him, doesn't hesitate to nod. “Yeah, of course. But why?“

“I just…” He’s never had to explain it before, not to someone who doesn't know already. He shakes his head. “I gotta check on someone.”

“Who? Jimin-ah—"

He stands, fingers still stinging, and squeezes Taehyung’s shoulder as he slips down the row of students, too distracted to offer more than a mumbled apology for knocked-over bags and unplugged chargers. Then he’s out of the hall and into the bright, hot lobby of the sciences building, and someone is—

Stop it, breathe, stop it, get it together—

Jimin takes another breath. He can do this. He can follow it, find them. Can’t help if he’s not there. He just needs whoever it is to hold on a little longer.

He takes another breath and closes his eyes, blocking out the sunlight streaming through the wide windows and the chatter of students cutting through the lobby and the buzz of the air conditioning, and focuses on the echo of feeling sluicing through him. Find the line, his mother always says, and Jimin has never entirely understood what she means by that. Right now, he understand perfectly.

He opens his eyes and follows his feet.

There’s a crowd waiting for the elevator so he forgoes it, shoving into the stairwell hard enough that the door clangs against the wall and thuds shut behind him. He doesn’t care; he’s already pushing himself upwards, feet slapping against concrete, breath coming short in a way that’s half exertion and half whoever is on the other end of the tether, reeling him in. It’s nothing like guiding his brother on the playground, or finding his dad across a crowded mall. There’s something urgent about this, a hook under his belly, and it drags him all the way up to the sixth floor labs.

He crashes out of the stairwell and pauses to gulp down air, pushing his hair out of his face. They’re nearby; he knows they're nearby. But this close, the fuzzy jumble of a spike is overwhelming—he feels it in his teeth and behind his eyes, and it makes the effort of pinpointing the source twice as difficult.

“Hey,” says a student coming out of a classroom, and Jimin has to blink twice to bring their face into focus. “You looking for somewhere?”

“No, um,” says Jimin. “No. Thanks though.”

“You alright?” asks the kid, but Jimin’s already moving, letting instinct guide him. Down one hall, past brimming classrooms, then down another full of offices, and around a corner—he’s always known the science building was a maze but this is ridiculous—and then he’s down a quieter, dimmer hall, where all the doors are marked with warnings and the lights are mostly off, and somewhere nearby is the sound of—

It’s not sobbing exactly, but it’s close. The too-harsh cut of heavy breathing, air scraping in and out. Jimin picks up the pace, shoes loud against the linoleum.

He almost misses him. He’s curled between some machine that looks like it's from the eighties and a cart full of dusty folding chairs, curled in his makeshift bolthole with his knees drawn up and hands over his ears, head bent low. The surging waves of panic and nausea and disgust crash over Jimin, endless. If this is how it feels to him, he can barely manage how it feels to the boy.

“Hey,” he says, modulating his voice quieter as he kneels down in front of him. His hands shake a little. He's never had to do this for a stranger. “Hey, can you hear me?”

He gets no response save for the same rasping wheeze. Jimin hesitates, then reaches out and touches the narrow sliver of skin peeking out between the boy’s sock and the cuff of his pants.

Immediately, everything gets worse.

For a moment, Jimin sinks in it, swallowed by the maelstrom of touch—shirt sharp-rough-tight, jacket claustrophobic, shoes leaden and crushing his feet. The wall is searing cold and the accidental brush of an elbow against the chair cart is the worst sort of shock, and all of it is endless, a sweeping wash of misery that crashes again, and again, and again. Jimin’s breath sticks in his throat, and his stomach turns over, and his head throbs.

But it’s not his. It’s not his skin, not his panic, not his hurt. He can turn it down. He knows how to turn it down.

His mother always talks about it like dials on the radio, tuning things to the perfect station between the static, but for Jimin it’s never been like that. Jimin’s always felt guiding like dancing—knowing the right distance to extend an arm, or the right amount of weight to put down. His mom says he must be very visual, but he thinks he must explain it badly because it’s not about what it looks like. It’s about how it feels. About making his body the right shape.

Only now it’s not his body, or his brother’s, or even his father. Right now, it’s this boy, coiled up in the hallway like the world itself is out to harm him.

He flinches when Jimin touches him, a new and miserable sensation, but Jimin eases it like a limb, takes the weight away. And then, slowly: the prickling shirt. The stifling jacket. The weight of shoes. He takes the slump of his back against the wall and makes it gentle, slow. Draws out the space between the boy’s elbow and the cart, marking the distance and its absence to make both simpler. Gentler. He choreographs kindness in each shifting sensation, until touch doesn't break or brand. Until the waves settle, and the boy’s breathing evens.

“Hey,” says Jimin again, and this time there’s a stirring of movement, of unwinding, in response. “Are you okay?”

The boy’s head lifts. He has a plain face, except for his sharp eyes, which are glossy with tears. The boy reaches as though to brush them away, then hesitates, then wipes them anyway. He seems almost startled by the ease of it. Jimin is still touching his ankle.

“You,” says the boy, voice rough, and then he clears his throat. When he speaks again, his voice is even and deep. “What did you do?”

“I turned it down.” Jimin’s never had to explain this to someone who doesn’t know before. “I— I felt you. I wanted to help.”

“Oh. Thank you.”

“Have you… Has that happened before?”

“It’s never been bad like that,” says the boy, rubbing at the back of his neck, a faint flush high on his cheeks. “Usually I can deal with it.”

Jimin watches his face shift as he speaks, then shift more as he falls silent, thinking. After a moment Jimin pulls his hand back, slow, and the boy flinches but doesn’t spike again.

“Do you know what it was?”

“I’ve read about it,” the boy says. “Spikes, I mean. I didn’t realize it would be like that.” He blinks and looks at Jimin with newfound attention, his gaze sharp and deep. “You stopped it.”

“I— Yeah.” There’s no point in lying. “It’s sort of what I do.” He doesn’t say that guiding for the boy, for this stranger, felt clearer and more important than it's ever felt with anyone else. “Park Jimin. Third year.”

He holds his hand out, and the boy eyes it warily for a moment before he takes it gingerly. Jimin adjusts his touch minutely, softening his grip, and watches the boy’s shoulders drop in relief.

“Kim Namjoon,” he returns. “Fourth year.”

“It’s nice to meet you, Namjoon-ssi.”

“You too, Jimin-ssi. Do you do this a lot?”

“Not really,” says Jimin, laughing a little at the improbability of it all. He’s still holding Namjoon’s hand, he realizes, but it’s sort of nice. He has a big hand, a sturdy grip now that he’s not afraid it’ll hurt. Jimin’s distantly proud of that, of being able to not-hurt. “Just my brother, usually. You were really loud.”

Namjoon winces and tugs his hand back. “Sorry.”

“No! No, I didn’t mean it like that.“ He frowns, not sure exactly what he meant it like. “I’m glad I could help,” he settles on. “I mean, I’m sorry about whatever triggered it, but I’m really glad I could help.”

“It was just a bad day,” Namjoon shrugs. “Lab was bad. Makes things loud.”

“I’m sorry.”

“It's alright. I'm lucky you were here.”

“Yeah,” agrees Jimin, though he’s not sure luck was the only thing to do with it. His mom says, sometimes, that these skills have a sense of their own. Like they know when the right person is around. He swallows the thought down. “I’ve actually never met anyone else like me. Or, us I guess. I mean, here on campus.”

“My roommate does it a bit,” says Namjoon, which is a surprise. It must read on Jimin’s face, because he shrugs, looking embarrassed. “We figured it out when we both kind of set each other off.”

“Oh. Yeah, that makes sense. You can get a kind of feedback loop sometimes, without a guide for balance.”

“You seem to know a lot about it.”

“Well.” Jimin shrugs, embarrassed. “My whole family is— I mean, we all do it a bit.”

“Oh. So then you know a lot. Maybe you could— only if you want of course—but maybe you could tell me more about it?”

“Yeah,” says Jimin. “Yeah it would be, y’know. Nice to talk about it with someone. If you want.”

“Yeah,” says Namjoon. “I think that would be nice. Maybe somewhere less cramped.”

“Oh,” says Jimin, realizing suddenly that they’re both still crouched on the dusty floor in some back hallway of the science building, and also he’s going to miss the end of his lecture. “Oh, right, yeah. I actually— I have to get back to class, but if you’re around later, we could maybe do coffee? Or, uh, some other beverage of your choosing?”

“Coffee is good,” says Namjoon with the start of a smile. “When are you done with class?”

“In, uh.” He checks his phone and winces. “Ten minutes.”

“I’ll meet you out front after?”

Jimin hesitates. “It won’t be too much? After, y’know.”

“I think I’m okay,” says Namjoon. He flexes his hands and rolls out his neck and gives Jimin a look that Jimin can't begin to read. “If not, I’ve got you, right?”

“Yeah,” Jimin agrees, face warm. He pushes himself to his feet and offers Namjoon a hand, helping him up. He’s tall, as it turns out. Has easily half a head on Jimin, and a dimpling smile, and a warm, firm grip, and in the touch of his skin he feels like the steady, even wash of the sea. Jimin holds on a little too long, and hopes Namjoon doesn’t notice. Namjoon squeezes his hand a little before he lets go, and Jimin thinks maybe he does notice, and that maybe also he doesn’t mind. “Yeah, you’ve got me.”

[concealedrecs]

fic: by any other name (halloween '02)

author: ladypajara

fandom: BTS

pairing: Kim Namjoon/Park Jimin

Rating: Explicit

Length: 13253

Recommendation: A perfectly seasonal fic about Halloween! Demons Kim Namjoon and Park Jimin have been paired together for centuries and Namjoon starts to feel different - I really love the alien emotional state that this writer perfects in this fic. It feels interesting and creative; it also managed to perfectly capture the seasonal mood I was in tonight.

[uhgoodblueside]

Of Fairy Wings (And Other Things That Glimmer)

Dragon Namjoon, Fairy Jimin

Fluff, light angst, courtship, humor

Where fairy JM is /accidentally/ captured by a dragon and should probably be upset about that… but he does the logical thing and decides to court him instead.

[rainbowsuitcase]

Jimin x Namjoon - Stop Talking

18+ smut

Jimin is trying to suck Namjoon off but Namjoon just. Keeps. Talking. He's so distracted, he can’t shut up about his job and Jimin realizes that his usual methods of distraction aren’t working, so he gets up, pushes on Namjoon's chest to make him lie down and grabs him by the hair. He pulls Namjoon's face towards his own cock and that finally makes Namjoon stutter and shut up, makes him whine as he opens his mouth to lick Jimin's dick over his underwear.

"There you go," Jimin mumbles, pleased as he pulls his underwear down and helps Namjoon get to his dick, helps guide it into his mouth and Namjoon's eyes flutter shut, mind finally turning off.

[thehoyden]

Did you ALSO have a lot of feelings after the #minimoni album exchange? First fic from my summer prompt meme is up! Thank you to @halotolerant for the prompts!

If you'd like to submit your own Jimin-centric prompts, you can do so here!

[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

[sparklehoney7]

Unbound

by: Balla, Reddwarfer

pairing: namjoon/jimin

info: one shot (37,366)

tags: Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics / Oral Sex / Emotional Hurt/Comfort / Hurt/Comfort / Healing / Background Jin/Jungkook / Pregnancy / Depression / Kidnapping / Discussion of forced mating / Mating / Falling In Love / Culture Shock / Accidental Voyeurism / not super graphic violence / Cultural Differences / Knotting / Drinking / Hunting / hunting animals for food / Jimin's muscular thighs / Mpreg

summary: Namjoon often felt that his life had been made for him like an ill-fitting suit, always rubbing the wrong way and making him slightly miserable. Alpha or not, his fate was never truly his own - until one day, in the worst of circumstances, he meets an omega on territory infamously held by Ferals, and finds that his journey to happiness can begin only with the choices that he can make for himself.

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[hopepoint]

minjoon/minimoni fantasy au but everyone has a plant trait (flowers, vegetation, etc.) ???

JM is a part of a traveling dance troop and NJ is the local carpenter. When they arrive JM is the one to request a few props to be made by NJ (cue JM finding every excuse to visit & flirt)

JM: sweet pea. Petals grow around his head/neck. Front two petals rest around his jaw/shoulders & the large back petal grows around base of neck (all of it goes back to front) he blooms year round.

NJ: pine tree traits ??? His hairs are like very fine pine needles that change colors like a normal pine would so green in spring/summer and brown in fall/winter (but he never loses them). Does not produce cones lol

SJ: hibiscus syriacus. Petals surround his neck & are light pink/the center a rich crimson. The petals start below his jaw and extend just past his shoulders.

YG: white fawn lily. Petals droop down past his shoulders to about mid bicep. The petals surround the base of his neck.

HS: forsythia. He has branches starting below his ear, wrap behind, and have little branches extending into his hair. Flowers bloom in his hair in the spring.

TH: jeffersonia dubia. In spring, petals bloom around base of his neck. Out of bloom he has one leaf circling around his neck (gap is at front of neck)

JK: red mukdenia rossii. Flowers bloom in the spring throughout his hair. Always has leaves around the backs of his ears

[flsongbird722]

got sent this one today. of course you can ignore this, but i'm sending it anyway <33 - Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let’s spread the self-love 💖

Oh hey Marron!! Ooo good question. Hummmmm

Ghost

Namjoon (RM) x Jimin

This was my first long fic I ever wrote and it was damn near a spiritual experience. I had a friend cheering me on the whole time I was working on it and made it a really special and fulfilling experience.

No Shortcuts to Anyplace Worth Going

Namjoon (RM) x Jimin

This was the first fic I ever wrote and it opened my dammed up creativity after months of being cut off from music because of Covid. It was like taking a huge gasp of air.

Terracotta & Iron

Namjoon (RM) x Yoongi (Suga)

Mmmm I loved all the world building I did for this one. I have a few chapters of a sequel collecting dust after my muse ran off with Guardian…

Chromatic Aberration

Zhao Yunlan x Shen Wei

This one was such a blast to write and I think it turned out so well. Model!Zhao Yunlan and Photographer!Shen Wei just made perfect sense to me.

The last slot is a tie between Garden of Eden for the delicious, sexy world building that I always love to do and All Tied Up for the amount of things I learned about shibari and asexuality. I know ATU is real person (Zhubai) fic and isn’t for everyone, but oh boy was that a great experience.

[lilprincegoo]

 Falling Star Fell From My Heart by deepslowpanic

namjoon/jimin

Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Magical Elements, Sort Of, Writer Kim Namjoon, Astronomy, Park Jimin is a Ray of Sunshine, Lonely Kim Namjoon, Getting Together, Strangers to Lovers, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, lonely star lover and star man to lovers, Falling In Love, Cuddling & Snuggling, Blow Jobs, Introspective, Park Jimin is a Literal Star

23.2k words

rating: E

Nose in a book or head in the stars, Namjoon drifts through life a little lonely, a little lost. Happening upon a discovery - a brand new star with never before seen properties - sees his life changing in unexpected ways. Talking to a star shouldn't be so soothing, falling in love with it shouldn't make sense. And when it disappears from the sky during a meteor shower, Namjoon thinks he's finally lost everything. But when he wakes up to a naked man on his porch professing his love, Namjoon has to make a choice to let himself fall. -OR- Namjoon discovers a celestial body (and also falls in love).

[yeoubimoments]

daily fic rec

you are so gorgeous it makes me so mad by @/ameliabedelias

minjoon ✦ 10k ✦ teen modern, college/uni, fluff, humor

short and funny meet-cute! i honestly don't read a lot of fluff, but this is one of my favourites.

summary:

Park Jimin is Instagram famous. Or he was, until Kim Namjoon walked into one of his pictures and stole the spotlight.

[rainbowsuitcase]

Fic Rec - Similar Creatures

"You and I are such similar creatures. We both screw people for money."

OR

The Pretty Woman inspired AU starring Kim Namjoon as Julia Roberts. Kinda.

By pastel_daydream; Namjoon/Jimin; 147K; E

Tags: Sex Worker Kim Namjoon | RM; CEO Park Jimin (BTS); Strangers to Lovers; Slow Burn; Light Angst

Note: Knowledge of Pretty Woman not needed. It made me cry. It was amazing.

[concealedrecs]

Fic: I Dare You

Author: 2019_0201

Fandom: BTS

Pairing: Kim Namjoon/Park Jimin

Rating: Explicit

Length: 34332

Recommendation: I think this is a really interesting take on the whole “I dare you to take that person on a date” trope. I love specifically how they write Namjoon and his not quite sexuality crisis.

[blackcatmyg]

[moonleeai]

I said it before and I'll say it again...I. LOVE. MINIMONI!

The build on the mutual attraction is captured so well for a short one shot. First Jimin just lost in his marveling and then Namjoon's reason for continuously being there in the first place!!

 “exposing his thick thighs” 🤤 

“His self-assurance was buoyed by the color tones he chose” ah yes confident fashionista Jimin 🐥

Loved the little flirty touches Jimin got in for their date! 

And THEN the smut!! So hot and messy 😝

Maybe we can get another short glimpse into their relationship in the future 👉🏽👈🏽

Closer

For @bangtanwritershq June Big 3 Event:

pairing: Namjoon x Jimin

WC: 2571

au/genre: mutual pining, fluff, smut,

rating: MA

Tags/Inclusions: fountains, praise, outdoor sex

My big 3: sun (Capricorn) - member(s): minimoni, moon (aries) - where/how you (or they) met: dinner in Rome, rising (Gemini) - cliche trope: mutual pining

Thank you to @colormepurplex2, @moonleeai, and @heathfritillary-blog for betaing for me. Thank you @hisunshiine for the banner! <3

“I didn’t know you became telepathic?” 

Jimin jolts upright from his slouched position against the bar, his booted foot thudding hard on the tile as he straightens up.

He glances confused over his shoulder at his uncle, “What?”

“You’re staring at that boy. I figured you were reading his mind to take his order.”

Heat flushes up his neck and cheeks, “I–I was not staring!”

His uncle shoots him a withering look, “Boy, you were staring so hard I’m surprised he couldn’t feel it.”

Jimin huffs, snatching his server pad off the counter. He spins on his heel and heads out onto the restaurant floor. For the past few summers, Jimin has been spending time in Rome, enjoying time off school and working at his Uncle Kyubok’s trattoria.  He enjoys the more straightforward, slower time of Rome in the summer. However, this summer has been delightful, a feast for his eyes, ever since a tall Korean man stumbled into the eatery.

There are very few Koreans roaming around Rome. So, this one has caught Jimin’s attention. If his nationality wasn't enough, he would have surely noticed him due to his height. The customer is tall but not tall enough to be intimidating. His size pairs well with his demeanor. The stranger is pensive; Jimin has startled him from his deep thought several times this summer as he has enjoyed various delicacies. 

Even now, the man sits forward with his chin propped on a giant fist, deep in contemplation. Jimin approaches from behind, enjoying the broad spread of his shoulders under the stretch of the man’s thin cotton t-shirt paired with dark denim shorts and open-toed sandals. 

Damn, his legs go on for days. Jimin admires them the most when he wears shorts, exposing his thick thighs. 

Jimin gives a little shake of his head, snapping out of his ogling. He braces himself as he approaches the table, sure that this will be another incident of him accidentally startling the man. He steps into the customer’s line of sight with a bright smile pasted on. “Would you like another coffee? Perhaps some dessert?”

Like clockwork, the man’s shoulders jerk roughly, the movement is enough to jolt the small table he is sitting at. As much as Jimin tries, he cannot stifle the giggle that manages to escape him.

The man’s deep, dark eyes snap to him as his cheeks flush a light red. “What? What’s so funny?”

Jimin purses his lips, swallowing the remaining laughter before answering, “I’m sorry but you are. I don’t mean to be rude, but this is probably the fifth time this has happened over the past few weeks.”

The man huffs, “Well, maybe make more noise as you approach, and this wouldn’t happen.”

Jimin’s brow flies into his hair, “You’re in a trattoria. You should expect servers to approach you pretty regularly. It’s kind of part of the deal.”

The stranger flounders, failing to come up with a good retort. “Yeah. Um, I guess you are right.”

“What’s your deal anyway?”

The man’s brow furrows, unsure if he should take offense, “What do you mean?”

“I mean, why are you always lost in thought? You’ve been coming here for weeks and constantly staring off into the abyss.”

“Oh,” the man’s cheeks flush an even deeper red, “I am just still processing the art I finished viewing at one of the local museums.”

“Are you an art critic or something?”

“Or something,” he muses, “I’m an Art History student studying abroad. I’ve been visiting different museums to soak in the culture.”

Jimin hums under his breath, “I’m not even surprised. That totally fits your overall vibe.”

“I have a vibe?”

“Oh, definitely.” Jimin exudes confidence as he utters the statement with finality.

“Are you going to share what that vibe is?”

Jimins lips quirk up on the edges, “Sure, why not? Can I get a name first, though?”

“Namjoon.”

“Well, Namjoon, your vibe is definitely an old soul philosopher. Quite Descartes-like.” Jimin taps his notepad against his palm. “You constantly give off ‘I’m contemplating the meaning of life’ vibes.”

“Well, um–”

“Jimin.”

Namjoon tips his head toward him. “Well, Jimin, I want to be offended, but I can’t disagree for some reason. I do tend to contemplate a lot the meanings behind things, words, movements…” He trails off, waffling his hand in the air as he sits back. Namjoon’s thoughts scatter as the most captivating giggle tinkles through the air. Warmth spreads through his chest as Jimin covers his mouth with his pad, the server’s eyes morphing into crescents. Namjoon swipes his tongue across his lip, “What? What’s so funny?”

Jimin shrugs a shoulder and shakes his head. “Nothing at all. You seem very intelligent. Wish I could stay and talk more, but as you can see—” he motions to the eatery around him, “I’m rather busy.”.

“Oh, yeah.” Namjoon picks up the hint, “Right. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to keep you,” he glances down at his menu before pointing at something randomly to order, “I’ll have this.”

Jimin quickly jots it down and, with a slight bow, takes his leave. 

Despite the numerous places Namjoon had planned to check out during his time in Rome, he finds himself returning to the same local trattoria around the same time each day. All in hopes of interacting with the handsome server who has managed to draw him out of his shell. These interactions have quickly become a highlight of his experience, and he finds himself greedy for more. And now he has a name,  Jimin. 

Namjoon walks into the trattoria, unusually busy at this time of day, and snags a table just as a couple vacates. It hasn’t been bussed yet, but he doesn’t mind. He quickly gathers the dishes into a small pile to one side and waits to see Jimin again.

It’s not long before Jimin pushes out of the swinging kitchen door, his arms laden with food. He watches Jimin’s eyes sweep the space pausing on him when he notices the new guest. Jimin’s smile causes Namjoon’s lips to raise upward in greeting.

It takes a bit of time, but Jimin is finally able to make his way over to Namjoon’s table, which has since been cleared of the dirty dishes, and a fresh carafe of water has been delivered.

“Wow! So sorry about that. We got this sudden rush, and of course, today two of our staff are out,” Jimin gushes as he stands over Namjoon, who for once wasn’t startled at his approach.

Namjoon waves his hand, brushing the other man’s words off. “It’s alright. The wait wasn’t too bad.”

“Yes, it was, but I appreciate the lie.”

Namjoon laughs, the laughter growing as Jimiin mirrors his joy with his own giggle. Jimin grips the back of the chair across from Namjoon, but another guest catches his eye and waves him over. Jimin can’t hold back the sigh that escapes him. 

Before Jimin can apologize again, Namjoon interjects, “It’s alright. I’ll just have my usual. Go and help the other customer, he seems very insistent.”

With a grateful smile, Jimin heads off to see what the man needs. Unfortunately for both of them, Jimin is kept occupied for the remainder of Namjoon’s meal time, and before they know it, Namjoon is getting ready to leave. 

Jimin turns the corner and sees Namjoon standing, pulling bills from his wallet to leave on the table for his meal. Namjoon looks up just in time to see Jimin’s face fall as he rushes over.

“You’re leaving already?”

The taller man nods, “Yeah. I have a couple of tours I scheduled, and I need to head out.”

“We barely got to talk today,” Jimin pouts.

“Well, actually…” Namjoon trails off, ducking his head before taking a deep breath and pushing on, “Would you want to meet up outside of your uncle’s trattoria? Maybe enjoy a meal together?”

Jimin’s brows fly into his hairline, “Like a date?”

Namjoon blushes as he rocks on his heels, “Yeah, like a date.”

Jimin’s grin is blinding, “Definitely.”

Jimin walks along the cobbled pathway to the ristorante, where he told Namjoon to meet him. It’s one his close friend became obsessed with when he visited last summer; the restaurant specializes in fresh pasta and seafood dishes, which is a place Jimin is excited to share with Namjoon.

The heels of Jimin’s boots slow to a stop as they near the entrance when he sees Namjoon loitering nearby. He runs this lip through his teeth as he smooths his hands down the front of his dark green shirt tucked into a crisp pair of black jeans. 

Jimin is feeling confident in the style options he chose for tonight. His self-assurance was buoyed by the color tones he chose that perfectly complemented his chestnut locks and gold-toned jewelry. He admires that Namjoon picked similar options that highlight his best features.

Namjoon is leaning against a light pole out front of the ristorante, and he’s dressed in a park of dark denim pants with brown boots and a casual beige blazer over a crisp, white shirt. Jimin can’t help biting his lower lip as he takes in the wide width of the man in front of him; the blazer is doing everything in its power to get him on his knees and beg Namjoon for mercy. 

Unfortunately, Jimin’s heel snags a loose stone alerting Namjoon to his admirer’s presence, cutting his ogling session short. 

Namjoon’s face lights up when he sees Jimin. Jimin notices the tall man’s gaze rake over him from head to toe and back again. He can’t suppress the confidence boost blooming within at the involuntary sound of appreciation that echoes from the cavern of Namjoon’s broad chest.

“Hi, sorry I’m late.” Jimin initiates closing the distance between them, leaving only a hair's breadth of separation between their chests.

Namjoon shakes his head emphatically, “Late? You’re not late at all. I was anxiously early.” The pink tinge of his cheeks expands to envelope his neck as he ducks his head.

“Anxious?”

“How could I not be? I’m meeting the man I’ve been secretly admiring for weeks for dinner, and finally, it's without the distraction of other diners.”

Now, it’s Jimin’s turn to duck his head in embarrassment. “I’m not even sure how to real– I don’t know how to respond to that adequately, but just know the feeling is mutual.”

Namjoon’s plump lips spread into an ear-splitting grin, “I’ll take it!” He jerks his head toward the lit entrance, “Want to head inside?”

Jimin bobs his head bashfully and allows himself to be pulled along once Namjoon gathers his smaller digits in his much larger grasp.

With dedicated time to focus on each other, dinner flies by in a flurry of porcelain plates ladened with delicious food and glasses of wine. As the bill is being settled, Jimin suggests a walk through the surrounding area. Namjoon eagerly agrees, scooping Jimin's hand snuggly into his as they head back into the crisp night air.

Settling alongside each other, they enjoy the other's presence and the gentle noise of the evening. Jimin knocks his head against the taller man's shoulder, "Did you know Rome is home to over 2,000 Fountains? "

"Oddly enough, I did," Namjoon answers sheepishly.

Jimin giggles, "Oh yes, how could I forget you're the man with an encyclopedia of useless knowledge for a brain."

Namjoon balks, his cheeks tinging a deep pink. He's quick to regain his wits, though. "Hey, it was this encyclopedic brain that drew you in."

"Touché." Jimin leans into Namjoon, his other hand grabbing the man's thick bicep. "There's an adorable alcove near here with one of my favorite fountains. Want to check it out?"

"Lead the way, my kind sir." Namjoon grins proudly when that earns a peal of giggles from Jimin.

Gripping Namjoon's hand tighter, Jimin guides the pair down a few more winding streets. Moments later, they can hear the tinkling water before the alcove, set aside away from foot traffic, comes into sight. Namjoon is immediately able to understand why this is Jimin's favorite.

The fountain itself is moderate in size and relatively simple in design. The area surrounding the pool of water steals Namjoon's breath. A serene garden is spread out around them, lush greenery and delicate flowers are abundant. The pleasant slice of peace is surrounded by a ring of trees that creates the perfect halo to highlight the bright full moon above.

"Voíla!" Jimin announces. 

"Wow! This is indescribably beautiful, Jimin." Namjoon circles around the fountain and looks closely at some nearby plants. He glances up, and his breath is stolen once again by the gorgeous man before him.

The light of the moon perfectly highlights the graces of Jimin's visage. Namjoon can’t help but be drawn back to the side of the man he’s been adoring for several weeks. Standing this close, Namjoon can only barely hold back a weak moan by biting his lip. He wants every moment of this ingrained into his memory forever.

Namjoon may not have been as silent as he had hoped, as Jimin startles when he finally notices how close the other man has returned to stand beside him. He jerks back in surprise, and Namjoon’s firm grip flashes out to grasp his upper arm and prevents him from stumbling any further,

A breathy, “Thanks,” leaves Jimins lips right before Namjoon’s own plush lips crash against his. They cling to each other as lips parts, tongues tangle, and breaths exchange places. Jimin can feel nothing and everything all at once; he feels ecstatic and floating in the aether while simultaneously feeling the individual grip of every finger as he clutches Namjoon’s broad shoulders. 

Shadow and light intertwine as their own limbs find similar paths to weave them tighter together. Sanity and space fail to intervene as they claw at each other, fingers unfastening pants and tugging turgid cocks free of their confines. 

Desperate pants of air fill the space between them as they cede control to each other in a fraught plea to be closer. Agonized moans are torn from throats as Namjoon’s giant fist encircles both of them, providing them with needed relief.

Jimin tears his lips from the other man’s, his head falling to Namjoon’s shoulder with a sob as short, firm jerks of his cock send him further spiraling into delirium. 

“Fuckfuckfuckfuck…” Jimin whimpers with each catch of his glans against that of his lover’s. “More, fuck more!” Jimin begs feverishly.

Namjoon grunts, snapping his hips to increase the friction as his grip tightens around their lengths. His lips mouth Jimin’s ear as his free hand manipulates the diminutive man’s heavy sac, applying just the right amount of pressure. 

Breaths pass before Jimin tosses his head back and cries out into the open air, “Yesssss!” His hips jerk as he comes fast and hard, spilling across Namjoon’s pumping fist.

“That’s it, baby, yes, come for me,” Namjoon encourages, his movements speeding up as he chases his own completion, which comes within moments of Jimin’s and joins the stickiness already coating his hand.

They collapse against each other, panting. Thrills of pleasure randomly spike through them as they come down from their mutual high.

It’s Jimin who finally breaks the quiet with a soft laugh, “Imagine what could have happened if we had gotten out of our own way sooner?”