#yfrchristmas

[yoonminficrec]

YFR’S Countdown to Christmas 

Happy Holidays! Excited for Christmas? Celebrate with a Yoonmin Advent calendar! Get your festivities on with 25 days of wintery, Christmas-themed prompts. From December 1 to December 25, YFR will be posting a new prompt each day as part of our 25-day challenge. Write for 1 day or all 25, a 100-word drabble or a 100k novel - we’re happy to have you join us!

There are only 2 rules:

Base your writing on the prompt (interpret it however you want)

Yoonmin is the main ship (side ships are fine)

You can post your writing wherever you like - Tumblr, AO3, Wattpad. Send us a link to your posted fic, and we will reblog or create a rec post for it on our blog as well as rec it on our Twitter. We’ll collect all posts under the tag #yfrchristmas. You can also submit the fic to us through our submit box.

If you post your fic to AO3, feel free to add it to the AO3 collection: Countdown to Christmas. To add it to the collection, when posting your fic: [scroll to the “Associations” section -> “Post to Collections / Challenges” -> type “yfrchristmas” in the box -> post as usual].

Happy writing from the YFR Team! Read on for a text version of the prompts. Feel free to send us an ask here with any questions or via CuriousCat.

Prompts:

snowglobe

time travel

grief

reindeer hybrid

elves

yuletide festival

ice skating

amusement park

christmas wishlist

gingerbread house competition

christmas shopping

fireplace

i saw daddy kissing santa claus

decorating a christmas tree

secret santa

the first snow

mistletoe

sitting in santa’s lap

north pole christmas village

christmas factory

writing a christmas carol

christmas karaoke

christmas in space

taking a ride in santa’s sleigh

the meaning of christmas

[jonghyunslisterine]

countdown to christmas day 15: secret santa

yoonmin | 1.2k | t | secret santa au 

Jimin and his friends do a round of Secret Santa every year. There are ten of them, so it only makes sense - everyone gets one nice gift, and no one has to break the bank. He's gotten a range of gifts over the years - some really nice, thoughtful ones, some obvious results of last-minute panic buying. He likes to think he's great at giving gifts, always spends days agonizing over what his recipient would genuinely like and use. This year he has Namjoon, and he's getting him a coat that he knows Namjoon had been eyeing at the mall every time they went. 

Their Secret Santa is fun, ordinary, and thoughtful. So when Jimin receives a present on his doorstep a few days before Christmas, he could never have predicted what's inside. 

It's a cute package, penguin wrapping paper and a little bow on top. The note has typed words taped into it: from your secret santa :) Jimin rips into the package excitedly to find an unassuming black box. Something's rattling around inside. He peels the tape off, opens the box, and finds a dildo. 

It's large, pink, and has a knot at the base. 

Jimin's jaw drops right open. 

The worst part, he thinks, is that whoever got him this really knows him, because he would have bought this on his own in a heartbeat. 

It's Taehyung. It has to be Taehyung. It can't possibly be anyone but Taehyung, so Jimin accosts him as soon as he gets home, tackling him onto the couch and wrestling with him mercilessly until Taehyung's shrieking, "I had Sojung, I had Sojung you monster! Get off me!" 

Jimin rolls off him with a huff. "Oh." 

"Now you ruined it," Taehyung whines, sitting up and fixing his hair. "The whole point of Secret Santa is that it's a secret."

"You tell me you wouldn't do the same thing if someone gave you a dildo."

"I wouldn't sacrifice the integrity of the event - "

Jimin flings a pillow at him for that. So if it isn't Taehyung, that leaves literally nobody else. No one in their entire friend group knows him well enough to give him a sex toy so perfectly matched to his interests. But someone must have given it to him. So Jimin starts investigating, considering each of his friends to figure out who it might be. He doesn't really turn up with anything. 

"I bet it was Yoongi hyung," Taehyung tells him smugly one evening when Jimin's whining about it yet again. "I keep saying you he wants to fuck you."

"No way," Jimin scoffs. "Yoongi hyung is not shameless enough to give someone a dildo."

Taehyung shoots him a deadpan look over his dinner. "Remember that time he recorded a song for his uni final and the backing vocals were his fling of the moment getting fucked?"

Jimin winces. "That doesn't count. He's only shameless when it comes to music."

"Anyway, I like how you didn't deny that he wants to fuck you."

Jimin splutters, but Taehyung's right. He didn't deny it because it's true. He and Yoongi have been dancing around each other for years now. Neither of them have ever made a move - it's just never the right time, and there's the friend group to think about. No one likes drama. 

Still, that doesn't mean Taehyung's right about Yoongi being his Secret Santa. So Jimin keeps investigating, and one week before they're set to reveal themselves, he finally finds a lead. 

He and Taehyung stop by Yoongi and Namjoon's place to drop off some extra cookies after a night of somewhat disastrous baking. Neither Namjoon nor Yoongi are particularly picky, so they figure they're the best ones to share with. Yoongi hasn't come out of his room yet, and they're all still in the kitchen chatting when Jimin sees it - 

A roll of penguin wrapping paper sitting in the corner of their living room. 

He freezes, eyes going wide, and turns on Namjoon immediately. "Whose wrapping paper is that?"

Namjoon blinks, a little taken aback by Jimin's fervor. "Uh, what?"

"Whose wrapping paper!" Jimin demands, spinning Namjoon around so that they're looking at the same thing.

Namjoon relaxes. "Oh, Yoongi hyung's. He's been working on Christmas presents."

Yoongi chooses exactly that moment to emerge from his room, ruffling his hair like he's just woken up. Jimin's melting into a puddle, face hot, and he almost shrieks at the sight of him. 

"Yoongi hyung!" he shouts. "I need to talk to you."

Then he grabs Yoongi by the collar and drags him right out of the apartment. 

Yoongi stumbles along behind him, huffing his protests, and Jimin drags him all the way down the hall and into the empty stairwell, where he probably won't bother anyone if he starts yelling. 

"Was it you?" Jimin demands. "My Secret Santa?"

Yoongi's eyes widen imperceptibly, then his expression settles into a mask of innocence. "Secret Santa is supposed to be secret, Park Jimin."

"Don't lie," he hisses, jabbing a finger at his chest. His very firm chest, black t-shirt stretching across it, low neck - Jimin shakes his head. Tries not to get distracted. "Was Taehyung in on it? Did he tell you to buy that? It must have been Taehyung - "

"What, can't I buy you a present on my own?"

"So it was you!" Jimin shrieks. "How did you know!"

Yoongi leans against the wall, shoving his hands in his pockets. He looks unconcerned, not like someone who had bought his friend a fucking dildo for Christmas. His dark hair falls into his eyes, but Jimin still catches the infuriating way he raises an eyebrow at him. 

"I told you before, Jimin-ah. I know what you like."

His voice is low, lips curling in a promise. Jimin's heart stutters, face flushing hot, and he takes a step back. "Hyung, why did you buy me a dildo?"

Yoongi pushes off the wall, taking a step to close the distance between them. Jimin feels caged even though there's nothing behind him. He can feel the heat rolling off Yoongi's body and blushes a little harder. 

"Was thinking I could use it on you," Yoongi says easily. "What do you think?"

Jimin's blushing so hard he feels dizzy. He can't stop staring at the pink curl of Yoongi's lips. "Well, since you bought it, I guess you wanna test it out. Make sure it works okay."

Yoongi reaches out, brushing a lock of hair back from Jimin's forehead. "Mm, yeah. Sounds like the smart thing to do."

Jimin puts a hand on his chest to hold him at bay, huffing a little. "So you were just gonna expose yourself at the Christmas party like that? Let me pull out a dildo and be like, who got me this?"

Yoongi scowls at him. "No, I didn't think you were gonna be so dense about it. Thought you'd have figured it out ages ago."

"How was I supposed to know!" 

"Park Jimin, I've been dropping hints forever."

"Yeah, well, your hints suck!" 

Jimin has quite a few more words for him than that, but Yoongi fists a hand in his hair and yanks him in for a kiss, and Jimin forgets all of them. He melts into the kiss, winding his arms around Yoongi's neck, their chests flush. 

When they break apart, Yoongi murmurs, "How about we go back to your place and try out your Christmas present?"

And Jimin smiles so wide his cheeks hurt. 

"Sounds like a good idea to me."

[yoonminficrec]

Under a glass dome, all I need is you

author: PoppingPary (Pari617)

length: oneshot

word count: 5686

rating: PG

author’s summary:

Yoongi and Jimin are childhood friends and they develop feelings for each other as they grow older.

(Stubborn idiots, they take SO long to confess.)

read it on ao3

part of YFR’s Countdown to Christmas!

don’t forget to leave kudos & comments on the work!

[jonghyunslisterine]

i’m tasting nothing but four words (please don’t leave me)

yoonmin | space au, hurt/comfort | g | 5.8k

jimin and yoongi find themselves stranded on an uninhabited planet after their ship crash-lands, waylaid by pirates. as if it weren’t hard enough already, jimin’s been in love with yoongi for what feels like a lifetime.

[read on ao3]

(countdown to christmas day 23: christmas in space for @chiminnies <3)

[jonghyunslisterine]

countdown to christmas day 2: time travel 

yoonmin | 2.6k | g | time travel au, joseon era au 

An antique store isn't somewhere Yoongi ordinarily finds himself, but today he's looking for Christmas presents for both Namjoon and Taehyung, who are notoriously tasteful. Yoongi figures a place full of antiques is the place to find something tasteful, so here he is, wandering around the store trying not to touch too many things. The shop owner keeps glaring at him from behind the counter, like if he looks at something for too long, he'll break it. He turns the corner to a more secluded part of the shop, where she can't keep staring at him and making him nervous and he can finally find something to give his friends.

He picks up a leather-bound book and eyes it all around then decides Namjoon has about a hundred books that look like that, so he moves on. There's a dazzling binyeo sitting on the shelf, a textured blue and white with a stunning head. He picks it up out of curiosity, admiring the design, and finds it oddly warm to the touch. Frowning, he brings it closer, running his fingers along its smooth length, and then suddenly the world starts spinning.

Yoongi reels, reaching out to grab something for support, but there's nothing to hang onto because suddenly there's nothing around him. Everything's blurry, a bright kaleidoscope of colors, and he feels so sick he closes his eyes so that he doesn't throw up in the middle of the antique ship. He can't imagine the prickly owner would be too happy with that. The world wobbles violently, and he wonders if it's an earthquake before he stumbles, falling to the ground. The shaking ebbs away, and Yoongi lies there for a moment, gathering himself.

"Hey. Hey! Excuse me? Hello?"

Yoongi opens his eyes and finds Jimin leaning over him.

Except he's Jimin and he's not Jimin. The Jimin he knows has certainly never had hair that long, dark and straight all the way down his back, held up by a headband around his forehead and half of it tied into a high ponytail. His Jimin certainly doesn't go around wearing a hanbok that looks like it's from the Joseon era, red and black and embroidered.

"Are you okay?" Jimin-not-Jimin asks, poking at Yoongi curiously. "You almost got run over by that horse. Good thing I pushed you out of the way before it got you."

The Jimin he knows most certainly does not speak like he just walked out of a saeguk.

Yoongi sits up blearily, pressing a hand to his temple. "Jimin?" he asks tentatively, and Jimin-not-Jimin jumps back in surprise.

"How do you know my name?"

Okay. Okay. Possibly Yoongi's passed out in the middle of the antique shop after an earthquake rocked the city and he hit his head on the way down. There were plenty of large objects that could do a number on him in that damn shop. He squeezes his eyes shut, pinches his arm hard, and opens them.

He's sitting in the middle of a dirt path, and there are people skirting around them, staring at him curiously. Everyone's dressed in hanbok.

"Where am I?"

Jimin frowns at him. "What are you talking about? Did you hit your head? Did you lose your memory or something?"

"Uh - " Yoongi hesitates, unsure of what to do. If he's dreaming, he just has to wait until this passes, right? But he's never had a dream this lucid before. He's never felt so in control.

He had picked up the binyeo before it all happened. Could it be -

"Why are you dressed like that?" Jimin demands, picking at the hem of Yoongi's leather jacket with a frown. He pokes at his jeans next, picking at a shredded string coming off one of the holes. Yoongi flushes, scooting backwards. Jimin is pretty enough on an ordinary day, but with hair this long - god, he's stunning. Yoongi's finding it hard to look away. "I've never seen anything like it. And your hair? How could you do that to yourself?"

Yoongi touches his hair, briefly forgetting what he means, when he remembers. It was forbidden to cut your hair short in the Joseon era. "I, uh, got caught in a fire," he blurts. "My hair burnt off."

Jimin's eyes widen. "A fire! That's terrible."

Yoongi nods seriously, then looks around him in the dirt. The binyeo didn't travel with him, it seems. "Yeah, hey, I think I was holding a binyeo? Did you see it?"

"A binyeo?" Jimin frowns, sitting back. He looks off down the road and starts, as if realizing. "I think the person who almost ran you over stole it. He must have been a robber."

"Stole it?" Yoongi swears. "I need that back."

Jimin nods resolutely. "Let's get it back, then." He hops to his feet, and Yoongi takes in the full glory of his outfit. He swallows harshly. As if his crush on Park Jimin wasn't bad enough before having a Joseon era influenced hallucination about him.

Yoongi pushes himself to his feet, waiting for the dizziness to hit again. It doesn't, so he sets off after Jimin down the road.

"What's your name, by the way?" Jimin calls over his shoulder. His hair falls all the way down to his waist, sleek and shiny in the midday sun.

"Yoongi. Min Yoongi."

"Are you a commoner? Your speech isn't right for a commoner, either, though. Are you from somewhere else?"

Yoongi coughs nervously and tries to remember not to use any slang. "Uh, I'm traveling, yeah."

"Oh, from where?"

Yoongi racks his brain but honestly can't remember a lick of history in the moment when he needs it the most. "Who are you?" he deflects. "No hat? Hair down?"

Jimin looks a little offended. "I'm part of the Hwarang, of course."

Yoongi swears he'd seen a drama about the Hwarang before, but - "The what?"

"You don't know the Hwarang?" Jimin looks thoroughly confused now, but he shakes his head and continues on. "Never mind. You're strange. I think the robber went this way - let me ask the bookstore owner if he saw anything."

Jimin leaves him standing in the road, ducking into a store to the side. Yoongi shuffles uncomfortably. Even though he's probably hallucinating, he's going to treat this like he's time traveling. The binyeo has to be the key. He always heard hallucinations have some corporeal connection, anyway. It makes the most sense to stick with what he knows.

Everyone keeps staring at him, mostly with outright horror. He touches his hair awkwardly and thanks his lucky stars that it isn't still dyed blonde like it was a month ago before he turned it black again. Jimin pops out after a moment, looking cheerful.

"We're in luck!" he exclaims. He's so bright it almost hurts to look at him. Maybe he's the past incarnation of Yoongi's Jimin. He thinks it would make sense for Jimin's past self to be as bright and lovely as he is now. Suddenly Yoongi feels a little homesick. A little wanting, for the Jimin he knows and the way he smiles. "I've figured out the robber's hideout. But we need to get you a change of clothes before someone arrests you, Min Yoongi from somewhere else."

"Wait - " Yoongi protests, ready to insist that he just wants to get the binyeo and be done with it, but Jimin's already grabbing his hand and leading him off down the road. The soft warmth of his hand shuts Yoongi right up.

Instead of leading him to a tailor's shop, Jimin takes him to what looks like a tea shop. He leads them inside right to the owner, who sighs at the sight of him.

"What do you want," he says, deadpan, but Jimin's unfazed, grinning in return.

"Seokjin hyung! Do you have some extra clothes?"

Seokjin scowls at him. "Knew you wanted something. You always want something, you brat."

"Hyung, please," Jimin simpers, batting his eyelashes, and Yoongi's heart stutters. He wonders how anyone can say no to that face, and sure enough, Seokjin huffs and beckons them into another room of the shop.

"You're small," he says bluntly, looking Yoongi up and down before he pulls clothes out of a trunk in the corner. "Why are you dressed so strangely? Jimin-ah, what's going on?"

Jimin ignores him and grabs the clothes, shoving them into Yoongi's arms. "Put these on," he orders, then grabs Seokjin's hand and leads him back into the teashop, leaving Yoongi alone.

He draws the screen door shut and changes quickly into the simple shirt and trousers with a hat to cover his short hair. The clothes are too big, but he doesn't care to be picky right now. He's loath to leave his clothes, but he doesn't know what else to do, so he folds them carefully and puts them in the corner. When he emerges, Jimin examines him appreciatively. Seokjin still looks annoyed.

"Much better," Jimin says. Yoongi bows in thanks to Seokjin and follows him back onto the road.

He's about to insist that they find the robber now when a commotion has them halting in their tracks. Everyone's clearing out of the road for an ornate palanquin with a retinue of guards coming down the road.

Jimin swears, spinning around to face Yoongi and pushing him back behind a few other people. He stays that way, staring at Yoongi's shoulder, like he's hiding. A pretty pink blush coats his cheeks. Yoongi frowns, looking between the palanquin and down at Jimin, who's biting his lip. He can't see who's inside, only catches a glimpse of what looks like long, blond hair - shocking enough on its own. He didn't think they had hair dye in the Joseon era.

"Who's that?" Yoongi demands, looking at Jimin, who's still staring resolutely at his shoulder.

"The king," he squeaks, and Yoongi narrows his eyes.

"You have the hots for him, or what?"

Jimin gives him a confused look. It's impossibly cute, his brow furrowed and full lips curved into a pout. "The what?"

"You have feelings for him? The king?"

Understanding dawns, and Jimin's eyes widen. He flushes even harder, pink spreading down his neck, and Yoongi's endeared. Just like the Jimin he knows, it only makes him want to tease him more. "No!" He swats at Yoongi's chest, looking cutely flustered. "Why would you say that! He's the king!"

The palanquin is retreating down the road, so Jimin sets off in the opposite direction, not waiting to see if Yoongi follows. He jogs to catch up, falling into step next to him. "Well, you were blushing pretty hard seeing your king."

Jimin shoots him a sideways glare. He walks a little faster, like he thinks it'll throw Yoongi off. "I don't have feelings for anybody, thank you very much."

Yoongi shakes his head, amused, and then sighs. "You know," he starts. "I have feelings for someone I probably can't ever have, too. You, uh, kind of remind me of him, actually."

Jimin looks at him sharply. "Really?" He seems almost suspicious. Yoongi nods, ducking past a fruit seller with a massive basket on her head.

"Yeah. I've fancied him for three years now."

"Three years!" Jimin gasps. "And you haven't told him?"

Yoongi laughs wryly. He thinks of Jimin - beautiful, firecracker Jimin. "He's way out of my league."

"He's what?"

"Never mind," Yoongi mutters. "The point is, he's kind of like the king is to you. Out of reach."

Jimin squints at him. "Are there laws that prevent you from being together?"

"Uh, not really?"

"Is he betrothed to someone else?"

"Not that I know of."

"Then he's not like the king at all." Jimin's lips twist, a hint of sadness finally bleeding into his bright demeanor. He stops walking and raises his arm to point. "That's where the robber will be."

Yoongi follows his finger in the direction he's pointing and sees a small lodging off the side of the road. "So what's the plan? We sneak in?"

Jimin shakes his head. He pats Yoongi's shoulder. "Just wait here. I'll handle it."

Yoongi opens his mouth to protest, but as usual, Jimin's already speeding along ahead of him. He huffs a sigh and sits down on the path to wait. This Jimin and his Jimin are a lot alike. Always running on their own time. He watches Jimin slip right into the house without announcing himself and hopes he knows what he's doing. For a moment he doesn't hear anything, then he hears a few stray shouts and the sound of something crashing. Before he can run in after Jimin in alarm, Jimin's bursting out of the house, holding a familiar binyeo in his hand.

"Got it!" he shouts. "Now run!"

Yoongi doesn't question him. They flee down the road, running until they're out of breath, collapsing in a heap when they're finally far enough away to feel comfortable.

Jimin huffs a laugh. "You owe me, Min Yoongi from somewhere else. Here." He holds the binyeo out, and Yoongi reaches to take it. Before his fingers close around it, Jimin snatches it back.

"Hey," Yoongi complains.

"You should tell him," Jimin says, abruptly serious. "The person you like. You should tell him how you feel."

Yoongi finds himself nodding, echoing Jimin's seriousness. "Yeah. Maybe you're right."

"I know I'm right." He takes Yoongi's hand in his and presses the warm binyeo into his palm.

Before Yoongi can open his mouth to thank him, the world starts spinning again.

This time, when he wakes up, it's the antique shop owner who's leaning over him. "Yah!" she complains. "If you're just gonna take a nap, go do it on the street. Knew a delinquent like you wouldn't be buying anything."

Yoongi ignores her. He scrambles upright, checking his hands and his pockets, the floor around him and the shelf. The binyeo is nowhere to be found, and he's back in his normal clothes.

"Get going!" she huffs. "Or I'll kick you out."

Yoongi bows quickly and bolts right out of the shop. He never thought he'd be so damn happy to see Seoul's congested traffic in his life. He's back home, but he can still see Jimin's pretty face swimming before his eyes. Halfway down the street, he spins on his heel and starts running the other way. By now he's memorized the route to Jimin's apartment building, and memorized the code to it, too. He takes the elevator up to the sixth floor, foot tapping impatiently on the floor. As soon as the doors open, he bolts down the hallway to the last room. He's out of breath when he knocks, tries to smooth down his hair and fix his jacket and look generally like less of a mess.

It doesn't matter, because he's still panting when Jimin opens the door, looking adorably sleepy in his pajamas.

"Yoongi hyung?" he says, confused. "What are you doing here?"

"It's one in the afternoon, Park Jimin," he answers weakly, trying to salvage his disastrous arrival. "Don't tell me you just woke up."

"Hey," Jimin whines. "If you came here just to be annoying - "

"I didn't. I didn't, I - " He swallows harshly. Thinks of dream Jimin, or hallucination Jimin, or whatever he had been. Thinks about the king he can never have. "I wanted to ask if you'd be my date to Taehyung's Christmas party."

First, Jimin's eyes widen. Then his lip wobbles. Then he smiles so big it's blinding. "Yes!" he exclaims, and Yoongi feels relief wash over him from head-to-toe.

Then Jimin surges forward and smacks him in the shoulder. "Ow!" Yoongi whimpers, rubbing the sore spot.

"Why'd you take so long to ask! You're such a jerk!"

Yoongi finds himself laughing. That's his Jimin - a firecracker through and through.

He wouldn't trade him for anyone else.

[yoonminficrec]

i'm tasting nothing but four words (please don't leave me)

author: jonghyunslisterine (admin n)

length: oneshot

word count: 5850

rating: PG

author’s summary:

yoongi's space mission leads him to the most beautiful he's ever seen and most joyous he's ever experienced.

read it on ao3

part of YFR’s Countdown to Christmas!

don’t forget to leave kudos & comments on the work!

[yoonminficrec]

santa's lap

author: VenusKiss

length: oneshot

word count: 2359

rating: T

author’s summary:

after losing a bet against taehyung and jeongguk, yoongi reluctantly has to go sit in santa’s lap and tell him what he wishes for. said santa is a little bit different from what he expects.

read it on ao3

part of YFR’s Countdown to Christmas!

don’t forget to leave kudos & comments on the work!

[yoonminficrec]

A short wishlist

author: cryoverspilledink

length: oneshot

word count: 2476

rating: PG

author’s summary:

Jimin just wanted to find the perfect Christmas present but it doesn't quite work out as planned..

read it on ao3

part of YFR’s Countdown to Christmas!

don’t forget to leave kudos & comments on the work!

[yoonminficrec]

wherever you are

author: chiminnies (admin c)

length: oneshot

word count: 5429

rating: T

author’s summary:

yoongi's space mission leads him to the most beautiful he's ever seen and most joyous he's ever experienced.

read it on ao3

part of YFR’s Countdown to Christmas!

don’t forget to leave kudos & comments on the work!

[yoonminficrec]

DEC. 20: CHRISTMAS FACTORY

There are only 2 rules:

Base your writing on the prompt (interpret it however you want)

Yoonmin is the main ship (side ships are fine)

Remember:

You can post your writing wherever you like - Tumblr, AO3, Wattpad. Send us a link to your posted fic, and we will reblog or create a rec post for it on our blog as well as rec it on our Twitter. We’ll collect all posts under the tag #yfrchristmas. You can also submit the fic to us through our submit box.

If you post your fic to AO3, feel free to add it to the AO3 collection: Countdown to Christmas. To add it to the collection, when posting your fic: [scroll to the “Associations” section -> “Post to Collections / Challenges” -> type “yfrchristmas” in the box -> post as usual].

Happy writing! ☃️💙

[yoonminficrec]

The Southerner

author: Umakemebegin

length: chaptered (wip)

word count: 1815

rating: PG-17

author’s summary:

When the world has been divided into four Districts of North, East, West, and South, Park Jimin gets a chance to escape a horrendous Bloodbath in the Southern District. He is in search of an antique curse to help him see a glimpse of his future and save his life before the Vampire king of the South catches him. But the things he seems to find are as far from magical as possible; they are more like a new family to him, and maybe the love he didn't know he had needed.

read it on ao3

part of YFR’s Countdown to Christmas!

don’t forget to leave kudos & comments on the work!

[yoonminficrec]

Snowglobe disaster

author: Nekka_Doka

length: oneshot

word count: 4,964

rating: PG

author’s summary:

All Jimin wanted was to make the best Christmas gift for his boyfriend.

Now all he dreams of is for someone to pull him out from this fancy, Christmas snow globe.

read it on ao3

part of YFR’s Countdown to Christmas! 

don’t forget to leave kudos & comments on the work!

[yoonminficrec]

Get your elves and candy canes, check off your wishlists, and gather around the fireplace underneath the mistletoe. YFR’s Countdown to Christmas starts TOMORROW!!! 💙☃️❄️

[yoonminficrec]

❄️  Countdown to Christmas 2020 is officially over! ❄️

We hope everyone had a wonderful holiday season and thank you to anyone who participated and supported the event. If you’re in the mood for some cozy Christmas cheer, check out the #yfrchristmas tag to read all the fics! 

The AO3 collection will remain open. If you didn’t finish a fic in time, or inspiration strikes you later, you can always post to the collection at any point. 

Thanks again and happy holidays from the YFR Team! ☃️

[yoonminficrec]

DEC. 25: THE MEANING OF CHRISTMAS

There are only 2 rules:

Base your writing on the prompt (interpret it however you want)

Yoonmin is the main ship (side ships are fine)

Remember:

You can post your writing wherever you like - Tumblr, AO3, Wattpad. Send us a link to your posted fic, and we will reblog or create a rec post for it on our blog as well as rec it on our Twitter. We’ll collect all posts under the tag #yfrchristmas. You can also submit the fic to us through our submit box.

If you post your fic to AO3, feel free to add it to the AO3 collection: Countdown to Christmas. To add it to the collection, when posting your fic: [scroll to the “Associations” section -> “Post to Collections / Challenges” -> type “yfrchristmas” in the box -> post as usual].

Happy writing! ☃️💙

Merry Christmas from the YFR Team <3

[yoonminficrec]

💙 Only one week until the start of YFR’s Countdown to Christmas!!! 💙