#yoonmin oneshot

[celokjin]

the best dynamic, according to min yoongi by dragonyoongi

[derireo-galge]

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Yoongi stays away from ppl that are more brawl than brain. Their uni athletics team leader Jimin is like that. Though Yoongi doesn't mind him in his bed

Unexpectedly his heart melts as he gets to know him not through words but actions

[ angst with a happy ending | childhood friends to enemies and fwb to lovers | dom/sub undertones | dom yg/sub jm | face fucking | breathplay | thighs, chest, cock slapping | sex toys | edging | nipple play | come play | mirror sex | collars ]

A 15 year old Yoongi is losing his mind. Jimin got into a fight again.

- Tell me one, one good reason why you risked being suspended while the headmaster is already on your tail? The younger boy was sitting beside him on a bench, sniffing and pressing a pack of frozen mushrooms to his cheek.

He was pouting, shoulders raised in defense. It was getting warmer and warmer with each day and sitting outside the convenience store brought a lot of memories from when they were younger.

They'd sneak inside during their school lunch break and buy sweets with some change, whoever had some on him. Now he was buying frozen food to reduce the swelling on his friend's face.

- But hyung, - the younger whined, - I couldn't just stand aside and let them push you around like a ragdoll! - Don't word it like that! That sounds pitiful, - Yoongi groaned, - They wouldn't seriously hurt me. I was fine. You, on the other hand, can't afford to get in trouble with the administration. - He crouched in front of his friend and looked at his defiant face, +

- You need to graduate successfully so you can join me, remember?

Jimin's expression softened then instantly.

- I'm sorry, Yoongi-hyung. I'll try, okay?

The elder appreciated that the other at least was putting his effort in.

An 18 year old Yoongi was devastated.

He didn't gain enough points to get in. He was crushed.

Jimin was sitting next to the bed the older was lying on, head buried in the pillows. - Hyung, please, at least drink some water. - the younger boy pleaded, - You are going to get yourself sick like this.

The sobs gradually stopped, there was nothing but heavy silence and occasional sniffles in the room. - I did everything I could, everything! And it still it wasn't enough, Minnie. Everything I did was for that one goal I set. Now what do I do?

Jimin hugged his friend's shoulders tightly and tried to sound reassuring:

- We will figure this out, hyung. Like we always do. - His voice was soft, soothing, - It seems like the end of the world right now but it isn't.

And a week later the boy heard the news that the elder decided to enlist. A 16 year old Jimin was crushed.

But he was sure he could figure things out too. After all, he knew exactly what he wanted.

A 25 year old Yoongi was furious.

He was running late because of the freaking bus that broke down and he had to run for the last part of the way.

When he was passing the entrance doors he bumped into the members of their athletics team. Ugh, way to start a day.

They were always the trouble, skipping classes and thriving off their sport scholarship, always mocking people they pick randomly.

Yoongi was one of them. - Hey, that's our boy! - one of them shouted in a disgusting voice.

- Step aside now, I need to go, - Yoongi said firmly. - And I'm not your boy, shut your mouth. Before they could retort, he pushed through and ran up the stairs to the hallway connecting two university buildings, still hearing their snide remarks and cackling.

When he was almost reaching the studios, he bumped shoulders with someone he didn't even want to think about now. Jimin definitely had a better reaction than him.

The impact would have the elder stumbling and taking a fall but before he could let out a single sound, his forearm was grabbed tightly. - Oh, hyung! - Jimin looked at him with a small smile on his lips, - hey, I wanted to talk to you about something.

- I'm busy, - was the immediate reply, - and don't call me that. Someone might hear. Yoongi set his arm free, straightened his glasses and bolted towards one of the studios, shutting the door behind him.

- Okay, Yoongi-ssi, - said Jimin quietly, standing in the empty hallway.

But Yoongi, of course, didn't hear it. He let out a heavy sigh.

He unlocked his phone and typed a curt message to the younger:

"Mine. Tonight".

He looked around. There was lots to do if he wanted to finish early today.

He was frustrated.

Today's slip made him anxious - if anyone would have been in that hallway they would have heard Jimin addressing him so casually. He didn't want to be associated with someone like athletics team captain, notorious for getting in trouble with his delinquent teammates.

They could be university's pride all they wanted, he wasn't phased with that, thank you very much. His thesis was almost done, even before he was originally planning.

All he wanted to do is to be out of these walls as soon as possible.

Later he was sitting on his unmade bed, staring into nothing when he heard a quiet knocking on the door.

- Come in, - he says loudly.

The door to his room opens, revealing a dressed up Jimin, shuffling on his feet. He looks nervous, but both of them in a privacy of his room? It's nothing unusual as of lately.

A familiar territory now, so Yoongi significantly calms down. Yoongi didn't regret giving the younger his passcode. Tonight he couldn't be bothered to move more than strictly necessary.

- Yoongi-ssi? Hello, I brought this? - there was a tall to go cup with iced americano written on the side in ink. The younger sounded unsure, almost timid but the elder kept his composure.

- Thank you, Jimin-ssi, - he took the cup and batted his eyes at the captain.

He looked a little too pleased for his liking. Every time before they start getting into things they sometimes do, Yoongi wonders. How did they end up here?

Was it the time the younger threw his many opportunities away, enlisting right after school, just before Yoongi came back? Was it that time he got bullied here by thise dumb athletes and Jimin did nothing?

Or was it because, truly, essentially, any two people will forever be strangers to each other in the end? He didn't know the answer tonight.

He only knew what they both wanted, once again confirmed when Jimin firmly replied "Green" to his question. It was easy, casual.

All he needed to do is to keep his former friend at arm's length and take whatever he needed himself out of this arrangement. He was slowly sipping on his coffee while Jimin waited patiently.

Finally Yoongi took pity on him and gestured on a fluffy rug right before his feet.

(Comfort, safety, no bodily harm, especially for knees of a sportsman, Yoongi wasn't an asshole, thank you). The younger took the invitation and carefully settled on his knees before his gorgeous hyung.

Admittedly, cold hearted hyung, but they say water shapes stones eventually). Now, the elder could hold grudges all he wanted but he was good at what he did.

- Anything interesting happened today, Jimin-ssi?

The other's eyes brightened.

He placed his palms on his knees (good boy) and started telling the elder about miscellaneous things. Yoongi only listened to him half-heartedly, as usual, focusing on staying calm.

When his coffee was finished he lifted Jimin's chin with his fingers.

- I've been stressed lately, - he caressed the jawline that was sharp enough to cut stone, - Mind helping me, Jimin-ssi? - Yes, sir, - the younger replied instantly, patiently waiting for further instructions.

When Yoongi parted his legs, the younger got to work. He shuffled closer, glided his hands all over Yoongi's thighs and slowly unbuttoned and lowered his jeans. "He's dressed up so smartly tonight", - the elder thought.

And surely, Jimin was dressed in black slacks and white button up shirt that fitted him nicely. There were much fitter sportsmen on that team of his, but the younger looked harmonious with his lean build and defined muscles. His blond hair was parted stylishly and it looked like he applied some products in it, mainly because it didn't look like the usual lion's mane he sported on a daily basis.

Smart outfit and Jimin, well, that was new. He wanted to ask him about it but realized he's probably already told Yoongi about it, he just didn't listen.

The moment calloused hands touched his unclothed cock all other thoughts evaporated from Yoongi's mind. Jimin worked diligently, his hands moving swiftly, carefully. It didn't take long to get it to full hardness.

Yoongi looked down on his lover.

He wanted to ruin his perfect look, so it matched the inside.

Or what he thought was the inside. No, no time to mull over this now.

He grabbed a fistful of blond locks and started guiding him to take deeper, staying buried in the younger’s throat for longer and longer.

He took it all. He moved his hips and pushed his hard cock down Jimin's throat, feeling it constricting and swallowing around the head.

He pushed more and kept his head close to his pelvis, staying tightly nested inside until he felt a slap on his ankle, indicating Jimin needed a breather. Then he started thrusting into his lover's mouth with fervor, grunting and pulling Jimin's blond hair.

It was messy, a mix of lewd noises and dripping spit, running down Yoongi's balls.

He pulled the younger off his dick and pushed his face into them. - Clean up your mess.

Jimin obediently lapped at the wetness gathering it in his mouth, going back to being pushed on a veiny girth with his wet mouth and throat. When Yoongi felt himself getting embarrassingly close to coming, he yanked Jimin's mouth off his cock and relished in the view of his red spit-slicked lips and chin.

- Enjoying yourself, Jimin-ssi? - Y-yes, sir, - his voice was strained and his breath uneven, a string of saliva running from the corner of his lips down his chin.

- Take your clothes off and get on the bed, - Yoongi said firmly and got up himself. He took his jeans off but left his oversized sweatshirt on. He preferred to be covered up.

When he turned around he saw Jimin sitting on his bed, leaning on the headboard.

His hands were clutching the sheets, his abs defined, tense. His cock was standing proudly, curving slightly in the side, a hint of precome glistening on the pinkened head.

Yoongi slowly got in the bed and crawled towards the younger. He picked a cock ring off his bedside cabinet and, having thoroughly and obnoxiously licked it, spreading dripping saliva, put it on younger’s curved length.

Sliding his palms over Jimin's thick legs, he raised his hand and landed a loud slap on his thigh. - Ah! - the younger moaned, trying his best not to instinctively curl on himself.

He threw his head back and held onto the bunched up sheets tighter. Yoongi mercilessly - but at controlled pace - swatted the reddened skin, leaving handprints all over Jimin's thighs.

Even though it's something they both enjoyed he still watched his expression attentively. The elder nudged the weeping cock and the younger nodded, whispering a confident "Green".

Then Yoongi grazed the shaft with blunt nails and swiftly landed a series of quick slaps with his hand relaxed. Still, it was enough for Jimin to cry out and moan in pleasure, precome trickling down to his balls.

Yoongi toyed with his length and balls, giving them light spanks continuously. He then slapped his thighs hard several more times emitting soft groans from the young man before settling on his lap.

- Keep your hands down, - he grabbed his chin again, - you understand?

- Yes, sir. - Jimin's voice was strained and face contorted in delight. - Good boy, - he drawled and heard Jimin's breath hitch.

Yoongi looked at him. The way his lover’s eyes travelled his body, shy, starry, clouded with bliss, made him feel on top of the world.

He decided he felt generous tonight. He settled over the younger’s hard cock and grinded down intensely.

When Jimin abandoned the sheets and lifted his hand, he landed a slap on his pec.

- Ah, - he heard a sweet moan and hummed appreciatively. He kept grinding and slapping his chest, admiring the red fingerprints that got more and more visible as minutes went by.

He grazed his nipples with his nails, flicking them unexpectedly, enjoying the view of the younger squirming, laid down and completely at his mercy. He leaned close to Jimin, hovering above him.

The other looked up and saw mischief behind usually cold expression.

Oh fuck, he managed to think. Yoongi circled one arm around his neck and when the athlete thought he was going for a hug he went further, only to retract something from underneath the blankets.

A short tailed flogger.

Jimin sighed. - Are you alright with this? - a deep raspy voice sounded, - We can stop anytime.

Jimin contemplated but not for too long. It was a light one, his and Yoongi's favourite.

He loved it maybe a little to much. So he eagerly nodded.

And felt a slight burn on his chest where Yoongi flicked him with a flogger just a second ago.

- Use your words, pup, - he said sternly.

- Yes, Sir, I want it, - before adding softly, - please. Yoongi smirked and continued grinding on the younger’s erection, this time landing swats on his chest with no particular rhythm.

Jimin knew he wouldn't last long.

- Ah, ah, Yoongi-ssi, - Jimin tried talking without stuttering, - I'm getting close. Yoongi stopped and looked at his pleading face.

There was a small pout on his lips, his eyes were half-closed in pleasure.

A pretty red blush spread from his cheeks to his neck and collarbones, making him look even more desired. Yoongi took pity on him, mostly because he was too getting really close himself.

He reached the bedside table and grabbed a bottle of lube.

He dropped in next to Jimin's hand and propped himself on his knees, leaning on the headboard. - Prep me, - he huffed out and lightly wiggled his butt. He was getting impatient.

Having been given the green light Jimin didn't hold back. He nosed at Yoongi's collarbones, nipping at the soft pinkish skin.

He loved the taste, the softness, how easily it is to mark it.

Loved the quiet mewling sounds his hying would make. But he'd keep it a secret. For now.

Letting Yoongi take the upper hand he felt cared for, looked after.

Which was honestly borderline delusional but Jimin was a kind of person that took whatever life has given to him. No complaints. He licked all the way to the buff chest and pert nipples, sucking and biting on them lightly, simultaneously opening the bottle and spreading the cool gel between all his fingers. He knew Yoongi loved his chest played with so he used one hand to grab his pecs one after another, paying even attention to each, thoroughly licking and sucking the pink nubs inside his wide open mouth, working on them with tensed tongue. He'd graze them with his teeth, holding them between his lips and pulling on them.

He used the warmed up lube to twist the pebbled buds and knead them with his fingers to his hearts content. When they were thoroughly devoured and deliciously red and swollen he squeezed out more lube on his fingers.

He anticipated this all day. He gently spread the soft globes and rubbed at the entrance with slicked fingers.

Moving slowly, he started inserting them one by one, moving thoroughly and determingly. He didn't want to hurt him in any way so he was taking his sweet time.

Moments like these were his favourite.

When sometimes his hyung’s tough demeanor would slip and let him have a glance of a blissed out face with eyebrows furrowed and lips bitten. - E-enough, - Yoongi deemed and batted Jimin's hands away. - Hold on to the headboard.

Jimin complied wordlessly and held onto the wood like it was a lifeline. Yoongi slowly slipped the cockring off, grabbed the hardened girth and guided it inside himself.

The stretch felt amazing, a little burning but not painful.

He felt so full he got a little dizzy. It took a while but soon he was fully seated with Jimin's cock nested inside him, tight and deliciously snug. Taking his time to adjust, he looked over the man underneath him.

Jimin was biting his lips, brows scrunched and jaw tense, breathing deeply. He was holding the headboard so tight, his knuckles were white. When Yoongi started moving the younger let out a choked moan and whined.

- That's right, - Yoongi said, - whining like a little puppy under me, huh?

Jimin only moaned in response.

The verbal jabs sounded more playful than demeaning. Yoongi moved his hips in tiny circles, moving exactly how was most pleasurable for him.

He moved for a while and then stopped completely, when he felt the marked thighs tensing under him.

Then he'd start moving again only to stop a while later. Jimin's face and chest were sweaty with the tension from the edging.

Yoongi used the young athlete like a toy, not sparing him a single look.

Jimin found it really hot. Yoongi writhing on top of him, getting all the pleasure he wanted, taking what's his.

He looked ethereal, with beads of sweat rolling off his temples, droplets falling off the ends of his long curled hair, glasses still on. The big beige sweatshirt he was wearing and holding next to his neck to reveal his soft pretty nipples now fell down and off his shoulder.

Jimin carefully tugged on it several times and finally Yoongi noticed. - You've been quite good tonight, pup, - he said, still bouncing on his cock, his own one slapping his tummy and making wet lewd sounds. - Here's your reward. And in a swift motion he took the garment off, throwing it wherever, revealing his pale skin now reddened and shining with sweat.

Jimin choked on the moan again and mumbled something about getting close. Yoongi only fastened his pace, going up and down the younger’s shaft relentlessly, indulating his hips as he pleased.

- Give me your hand, - he almost moaned the words out. He wrapped Jimin's fingers around his own cock tightly and after a dozen of thrusts he felt the younger going taught as a bowstring under him.

He circled his hips forcefully, milking Jimin dry. He continued thrusting into the youngers fist until he was shooting cum all over his glistening abdomen.

He ran a hand through his wet locks and used the other one to spread his release all over the younger man's belly and chest. He was gathering the remnants of it with his fingers and putting them between his lover’s plush lips and in his own mouth too.

It took him a while to stand up but he did eventually, stumbling on the way to the bathroom and back. Jimin thought he blacked out for a moment before he felt soft wet material over his pecks and neck.

He opened his eyes and saw Yoongi wiping him with almost stoic expression on his face, except for ruddy cheeks and red bitten lips. - Okay? - he asked, not looking at his eyes.

- Yes, and you? - Jimin mumbled, wiping at the stray tears on his cheeks. He felt content.

- Yes.

He watched Jimin's face and seeing the small shy smile he felt relief. He trusted him to voice out loud if anything was wrong. After cleaning up nicely and drinking a mug of hot milky tea the elder pushed into his hands not looking him in the eyes Jimin realized his time here was up and got out of bed slowly, trying to put his clothes on as fast as he could. Before closing the door after himself he took the last look at the elder - he was tying up his home gown, gathering the soiled sheets off the bed.

- Goodnight, Yoongi-ssi, - he wished quietly.

- Goodnight, - he heard before finally closing the door.

Yoongi fell onto the clean sheets with a huff. He wasn't planning on any of this.

When he first saw Jimin here three years ago he felt elated.

Only to fall down hard from the mountain of past memories and illusions. It wasn't his sweet friend anymore.

They grew distant and lost contact.

He didn't know what happened in the other's life just like he never shared anything back.

They were two strangers that know just a little too much about each other. Jimin mingled with the crowd Yoongi personally despised.

Spoilt golden kids from rich and influential families, with only good skill (athletics) that think they're just better than anyone else.

That think they can do whatever they want, no consequences. Yoongi didn't like conflicts so he preferred to stay away.

He approached the younger first, telling him he had no desire to go back to what they were and he better act like they didn't know each other.

He didn't need to ruin his reputation by being associated with wrong people. He was here on scholarship after all.

And when he realized Jimin wasn't going to come to rescue when his so called friends started picking on him - that killed any remaining hope of restoring their former friendship. That was until this academic year started.

Yoongi was never really one to party but he made an exception.

And got disgustingly drunk. The track he's been working on for weeks wouldn't turn out how he wanted and he needed to get loose.

Jimin found him outside, sitting on the sidewalk, a bit dizzy and sad.

The younger silently took care of him, even though the drunk haze evaporated quickly. He took his larger hand with both ones, helping him stand on his feet.

His clothes was in disarray, hair mussed up and glasses crooked on his nose.

He was pouting, probably not even realizing it.

He looked attractive even right then. How long will it take for their orbits to align again?

Yoongi sobered up quickly.

Somehow he ended up at the table with the younger fussing over him, wiping his tears of frustration. Jimin tried talking to him but the elder just about had enough so he stupidly kissed him.

Kissed him.

Just to shut the other up.

Just to stop this awkwardness, stop the sudden avalanche of emotions.

Jimin reciprocated. It was Yoongi who proposed meeting casually, no strings attached.

After their last encounter they met by chance in a store just a street away from Yoongi's place.

He broke his own rule and asked something that has been on his mind since it started between them. And the response came as a shock.

- I'm mature enough to differentiate between the two, hyung. - Jimin said softly, running a hand through his fluffy hair, - That's why I keep agreeing to this. I know you won't overstep and won't break my boundaries. +

Your overall attitude towards me aside, I know I can always trust you in the scene.

Strike one.

Yoongi kept his disinterested face until the younger disappeared around the corner.

What was that? Suddenly brain matter growth catching up with the muscles?

But he could lie to himself no more.

Jimin wasn't this little boy that he let tag after himself in middle school.

He was bound to grow up one day.

One day he was walking his usual route from the bus stop to university gates.

The path happened to lie past the school, looking just like most of them in this country.

Like the school they used to go together. A wave of nostalgia hit him out of the blue.

He remembered Jimin's scraped knees and swollen knuckles.

Remembered hours waiting for his detentions to finish, sitting outside their school building, clutching a store-bought lunch in his hands. Remembered their walks they'd take on the way home, always choosing the longer route so they can spend more time together.

He sighed.

Those were the days. He almost walked past the school when he saw something on the outdoor stadium.

A group of younger boys stood gathered in half circle and before them stood..Jimin?

What was he doing with those kids? Taking their lunch money? He approached the gate that surrounded the stadium and heard that the younger was telling the kids off for bullying one of their classmates.

What? Jimin sounded really stern and authoritative.

The guilty kids hang their heads low, scraping their sport shoes on the gravel, looking the right amount ashamed. Now that wasn't what he expected this to be.

Jimin was choosing his words carefully, he was being stern but not unkind in any way. He sounded mature and grown up.

He bolted from there before he could be discovered. Turning round the corner, he felt breathless. He didn't know what to think.

Jimin was supposed to be this thick headed stereotypical guy, always looking for trouble and getting away just because he was representing such a prestigious institution. But the real life Jimin didn't match the Jimin Yoongi has painted inside his head over the last three years.

Second strike.

The third came unexpectedly.

It was a quiet time of the day in the neighbourhood. Yoongi loved strolling the small lanes between the houses, enjoying the view of green covered trees and prettily painted gates.

The ambience of the afternoon was broken with loud sounds of construction. He walked around the corner and saw a kindergarden with people gathered on the playground belonging to it.

And then he saw the familiar blond mop of hair, waving in the wind and the fluffy coat with the colourful geometrical pattern.

The hell was he doing here? After some time of watching the younger he realized he was helping the administration build a new playground.

He had a bright badge around his neck, which was telling - he was a volunteer. A totally unexpected turn of events - or is it really?

He's always been kind and giving.

Always understanding and accommodating Yoongi's needs.

He felt his eyes sting. At some point Jimin turned around, but it seemed like he has noticed him standing there like a fool before that.

- Enjoying the view, Yoongi-ssi?

The athlete was wearing a tight fit black shirt underneath, that was revealed when he took off his coat. His disheveled hair was damp with sweat, cheeks flushed.

An expression of glee turned into worry when he saw his hyung's face.

- Hyung? - his cheerful demeanor cracked really fast. He ran towards the elder with concern laced in his features, - What happened? Are you hurt? A gust of wind blew and Yoongi felt his cheeks were wet with tear tracks.

- 'M not hurt, - he sniffled, embarrassed at his reaction, - I'm okay. - Someone did something to you? - Jimin's hands were in the air before him, as if they wanted to touch, to make sure he was in one piece.

But wouldn't dare to do it. - I think... I did this to myself, Jimin-ah, - he admitted and all the shame he felt inside came crushing down on him.

But it was worth it because for the first time in years he saw Jimin smiling genuinely at him, sincerely, just like he used to when they were younger. His lost and found friend (or more than that?) opened his arms for him invitingly and Yoongi fell in the welcoming embrace.

It was like coming home. And getting back closer to the younger was as easy as breathing. They started walking home together, Jimin landing soft chaste pecks on his hyung’s blushing cheeks before parting ways at his front door. It was pretty platonic.

They both understood it was for the better because of all the healing they had to do to their relationship.

Until one day finally the young man agreed to come over to stay for the night.

They just cleared up the plates after home-cooked dinner the elder made with Jimin's help when he touched Jimin’s forearm tentatively.

- I have something for you, Jimin-ah.

The younger turned around with his eyebrows raised:

- A gift? - and then a soft "hyung" left his lips.

Yoongi's face was flushed and he shuffled his feet nervously.

- You don't have to accept it, we haven't discussed it, - "yet", he thought, - but I saw it online the other day and decided to give it a try. - Show me then! - Jimin clapped his hands in excitement.

They relocated to the bedroom and Yoongi retracted a black gift box from one of the drawers.

- Remember, you don't have to, - he reminded.

Jimin couldn't wait any longer so he carefully unwrapped it. His eyes went wide.

It was a finely made black leather collar, not the accessory type one, but sturdy, with a metal ring attached to the front, right underneath the silver buckle.

It looked gorgeous and classy. - Wow, hyung, - Jimin whispered, - I love it!

- Do you, pup? - Yoongi's lips curved upwards.

- I do, Sir. Can you put it on me? - the young man looked at him with dazed eyes and he couldn't refuse. Not even 5 minutes later they were sat on the bed, with Jimin's shirt and Yoongi's jeans discarded somewhere on the floor, kissing languidly.

It didn't feel as rushed as before but it wasn't less pleasurable. Yoongi was occasionally tugging at the ring in the collar which sent jolts of excitement in younger’s tummy.

- Good pup, - his hyung drawled into the kiss, - Looking so handsome today. Wanna help hyung? Jimin leaned into the hand that was ruffling his hair and preened at the praise.

- Yes, Sir, - was his eager reply.

- Surprise me, - Yoongi whispered right in his ear. All of a sudden Jimin stood up and scooped him in his arms, the elder didn't even have time to let out a single squeak.

He adjusted his hyungs fit frame in his arms and walked up to the wall. Plump wet lips travelled along the veins of the pale neck, caressing and nuzzling it lovingly, tender.

Yoongi threw his head back, almost hitting the wall he was tightly pressed to. Strong hands went to caress full milky things only to discover he had nothing underneath the almost unbuttoned dress shirt he was wearing.

- You're a menace, hyung, - the younger groaned, slipping out a bit. - That I am, - Yoongi chuckled and teased, - That all you got, pup?

Jimin adjusted himself and started slowly grinding on his hyung’s throbbing length while planting nips and kisses to the collarbones and chest. It was getting messier as their cocks started oozing precome and they were getting sweaty, sucking on each other's tongues, saliva dripping everywhere.

Jimin didn't feel tired but he noticed Yoongi's breath getting uneven, belly tensing. It wasn't long before he asked:

- Dont wanna come like this. Take me to bed, Jimin-ah?

That he did.

They fell into the blankets, a mess of limbs, hands grabbing onto each other, Yoongi still holding onto the collar and Jimin's hand buried in dark wet locks. At some point he turned around and kneeled on the bed with Jimin right behind him.

- Watch me, pup, - he smirked, uncapping a bottle of lube, - hands behind your back. Jimin was left to watch his hyung prepping himself excruciatingly slowly but he knew it will be worth it in the end.

When he was done he turned around to hook two of his long fingers through the metal ring, pulling and beckoning him closer. Jimin understood the assignment.

He hastily discarded his unzipped jeans and kneeled behind the elder.

But before he could even start he felt a hand on his jaw, turning his head to the side. Opposite the bed was a wardrobe with a moving mirrored door. He gulped audibly.

- I want you to watch carefully, don't take your eyes off us, got it, pup?

- Yes, Sir. I'll do my best, - his voice cracked and he would be embarrassed if he wasn't so turned on. He grabbed Yoongi's hip with one hand and slowly guided himself to his hyung's slicked and stretched hole with the other.

His cock felt hot in his hand but it couldn't compare to the smoldering heat once he was sheathed inside. He took his time breathing deeply, trying not to come right there.

After a while he felt impatient tugs around his neck and his eyes snapped up, trained on both their bodies in the mirror. Yoongi was tugging the ring so demanding and bossy, Jimin's body started moving out of instinct.

Yoongi was moaning out loud, not caring about anything else in the world and it made Jimin’s heart leap with joy, seeing his hyung letting himself go like that. The final straw that did it for him was watching Yoongi's wet dripping cock bouncing from the impact of his trusts and soon he came, filling his hyug with his release. He pulled out carefully, laying him on his back and going down between his hyung's legs urgently.

It only took a minute or two for Yoongi to fill his mouth and throat with tangy liquid which he eagerly lapped at, sucking him dry. Jimin rested his head on Yoongi's soft tummy and felt like soaring when long bony fingers massaged his scalp and tickled his ears.

His heart was content, as if he was drowning between the waves but was now washed onto the familiar shores. - You did so well, my Jiminie, - Yoongi whispered quietly but the other heard him anyway.

- So did you, hyung, - he replied, - I'll never get tired of this.

His hyung chuckled:

- Of what? Fucking against the wall?

- Well, there's that, - he giggled and paused. - Never get tired of being with you, hyung.

The silence stretched above them but it wasn't cold or uncomfortable.

- Come here, - Yoongi said, voice wavering, - Sleep in my arms tonight. - And many more nights? - the younger supplied hopefully.

- And many more nights, - confirmed Yoongi and held the younger boy closer to his chest.

This is where his heart was.

And will be.

~the end~

[wonderfuldeath]

.o| Eighth Day. |o.

YoonMin

Warnings : Winter, Fluff, Proposal, Animal’s Attributes

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A slight stress takes him at the throat as he looks at his watch. If he didn’t show he will hate him for the rest of his life. His bushy tail moves from right to left while his thin fingers hit the bar next to him. The walls were beautifully decorated with several light garlands, some of which were in the shape of a Christmas ornament. Their little nose frowns, as he looks at the hour again, pulled on his jacket and goes around the room. Everything seems perfect, straight out of a fashionable magazine. The tree in the back of the living room, decorated with white and gold on its black branches, the very clean coffee table and the rest of the furniture that could still have been in their packaging. A small breath passes his nose, as he takes a slight turn on himself, trying to evacuate stress. It had always been a little too violent between them, and now that they were a real couple Yoongi had the impression that the world had trouble turning normally.

"Seriously, what are you doing? ”

Already ready to call him, he jumps when the phone vibrates against the worktop. When the image of what he expects appears, he has his heart that pulsates a hundred at the hour. Maybe in the end he wasn't going to be able to spend the evening. After a great breath he grabs the mobile, unlocks it before carrying it to his ear.

"- You're late.

- I know, I was held back by the snow! I'll be there in ten minutes.

- I don't like it when you're late.

- And me when you spit hairballs. And yet I live with it. ”

The mischievous tone makes him frown as he crosses his arms on his chest, trying to guess by the noise where could be the second. But he was unable to do so he just asked him to hurry, finding the sofa with a tired step, wrapping the blanket that until now had no fold. He did not like the cold, like any self-respecting cat, the cold was his worst enemy. Even in a top floor apartment, the heating almost did, he needed its hot spot. When the door opens, he jump to join the man, who has a slight laugh at this adorable attention. Sometimes, his feline side stood out much more from his human side and it gave quite incredible things.

"- You're late.

- I said I was sorry.

- And that you will be here in ten minutes.

- I'm only one more!

- One too many. ”

The yellow eyes rise to the sky, as he comes to snuggle in his arms, despite the cold body coming from outside. And he can't help but purring with contentment when his fingers pass against his sensitive ears. Outside the snow had already begun to fall. Covering Seoul with its annual white coat, giving a magical impression to the city.

"- Did the guys say they would come for new year?

- I don't know, I didn't get them.

- I thought you and Hoseok were making plans behind our backs!

- Have made plans behind your back, but not today. ”

A slight laugh passes the man's lips as he joins Yoongi on the sofa, finally realizing the problem in the equation. Yoongi was well dressed, a pretty red suit, his hair was well styled and he had even taken the trouble to put on makeup, just to make his eyes even more attractive than normal. And now that silence and love had fallen, he could see the non-natural behavior of the feline. Yoongi was anxious. His tail was waving from right to left, his ears kept shaking and he couldn't focus his attention on the slightest thing. And he arched one eyebrow of the other. In a year of living together, he had never seen him so much on himself.

"- Did you eat?

- No. And you?

- No.

- Okay? Do you want to eat something special?

- ... I thought to myself.. We could go out, right?

- The great Min Yoongi who asks me to go to the restaurant? There is a problem, will the house catch fire? Did you try to do something and did you failed it?

- Don't make fun of me! Do you want to go out yes or no? ”

The desire to tease him a little more had crossed his mind, but he said nothing. Just look at the hour. Almost twenty hours, he explains to her that he will just change, since it was obviously a special opportunity. And then they find themselves together in the older car. He seemed even more panicked, as he hoped he would say no, or something like that. And he can only watch him make the gesture of starting the car three times, without anything happening.

"Do you prefer that we stay at home? Can we have it delivered, you know?

- No! I took a table at Seokjin's, okay? Does it work for you at least?

- Of course. ”

In a reassuring way, he puts his hand against his thigh, to show him that he was with him no matter what happened and the mouse cat, takes a deep breath before starting the car. The streets are deserted, no living soul it was risky to walk in snowy weather and few people had agreed to take the risk this evening. Seokjin had completely abandoned his singing studies to finally take the risk of opening his own restaurant. It had finally worked very well, so several of them were born a little everywhere in Seoul. It was a warm and good place that delighted young and old. A place soft, chill and where you could easily come back.

"- Good evening.

- Good evening, I have a reservation on behalf of Min.

- One moment please... Good. Please follow me. ”

A smile from the waitress seems to make Yoongi even more nervous. And the young woman, a pretty redhead with adorable pig ears, accompanies them to their table. Not too much in the sight of people, but enough for the feline to be able to look everywhere and thus flee in case of danger. Even if in reality, he prefers to fight to death rather than leave his lover behind. He doesn't seem to be able to relax throughout the meal, making it quite funny. Unable to use chopsticks, things he has been eating with since his earliest childhood, he almost spill his dish more than once over him. Yoongi also almost drown in his glass, before deciding to just wait trembling for dessert.

"- Okay, okay, what? Is it a farewell dinner? Are you going to put me out?

- What? What makes you believe that?

- I don't know, you're super strange! So be you deceiving me, or you're going to put me out, or you're going to propose to me. ”

A deep breath passes the feline's lips, as he makes a circular turn of his gaze, as if someone was going to arrive and kidnap his lover. Then he passes a nervous hand through his hair, before looking at his man in front of him, even more lost. And it hurts him, one breath passes the lips of the other, while he puts his hands against the table surprising the feline, who suddenly feels stupid.

"- Ok. Okay, don't bother yourself, I understand. ”

A handful of Won to pay for his consumption, he passes his coat under the empty gaze of Yoongi who seems to regain consciousness when the waitress brings the desserts. With a sharp gesture, he also pays the bill, grabs his jacket without putting it back on and run after his lover already visibly coming home on foot. How this special evening could be so spoiled by his lack of self-confidence. Running in the snow trying not to fall, he catches him with a firm hand, his heart beating fast and the air really sorry to stick to his eyes terrifyied to lose him.

"- What else? Do you want the keys now?

- Marry you! I want to marry you Jimin! ”

The slight shock seems to lose Yoongi, while Jimin stares at him trying to understand if he was making fun of him. Then he takes the black case out of his jacket pocket, to open it on two beautiful rings. A black one with a red gold egg shell, and a white one with small black cat ears, and Jimin goes from the case to his lover, as if reality was going to hit him.

"- Wait, are you serious?

- Yes! Now be nice you want, accept and let's eat cakes.

- Cakes?

- I didn't get my dessert. And I really wanted to have a chocolate cake! ”

The yellow eyes rise to the sky, while Jimin simply takes the ring, putting it under the cat's delighted gaze, before being brought back to reality when a sneeze takes him. Quickly putting on his jacket to try to warm up under the monstrous laughter of his lover, they join the car hand in hand. And even if, he had caught a good cold, just looking at the ring on his finger while Hoseok is taking care of him, while Jimin’s at work makes him smile with all his teeth.

" - Not that bad you see, he said yes. No need to worry so much.

- What if now he realized that it was a mistake? ”

The cat's anxious look rests on Taehyung peeling potatoes while Hoseok can clearly hear him reprimand. Just making him shrug his shoulders, while Yoongi seems suffocated. They were going to have to get married quickly.

Just to be sure.

[minthesin]

↠ Pairing: Yoongi x Jimin

↠ Warnings: none, just fluff :)

↠ Word count: 300 (I know, that’s not much)

author’s note: I just got the idea to write this very short drabble right after we celebrated the new year.

It’s 11:56 pm, four minutes till the new year. Jimin and Yoongi are sitting in a quiet place, enjoying the city panorama. The sky's starry and the moon illuminates the whole city.

This place has been Jimin’s and Yoongi’s favorite ever since they met. Nobody but them knows this place. It’s on a hill, with trees surrounding the area. The view is stunning.

They’re dressed warmly, curled up in a blanket, watching the starry sky.

They love to spend time here, in their favorite location. When it came to deciding where to celebrate New year, there was no doubt. Here, under the starry night sky.

“Four minutes left till the new year, baby,” Jimin says.

“Mhm, finally this shitty year will be over.” Yoongi tugs the blanket tighter around Jimin.

“What’s your biggest wish for this upcoming year?” Jimin asks.

“I want this year to be better, and for us to always be happy and together. What about you?”

“I want the same, I want to spend another year with you, to be happy, healthy, and to grow old together.”

Jimin rests his head on Yoongi’s shoulder (the healthy one) and hugs him with both arms. Yoongi cuddles him even closer by placing his arm on Jimin.

“Look, people are already letting off fireworks,” Yoongi says.

Jimin checks his phone. It’s midnight.

“Happy New Year, Hyung.”

“Happy New Year, Jimin.”

Yoongi leans towards Jimin and he does the same. Their eyes meet.

“I love you, Hyung.”

“I love you too, Chim.”

They kiss. Deeply and passionately, cupping each other’s cheeks.

“The fireworks are very beautiful,” Jimin mutters.

“Mhm, they are.”

They have the best view right now. Fireworks illuminate the whole city. Can this moment be any better? Probably not, they both thought the same.

[atthegeniusfactory]

i'll risk it all for you

that's what jimin said before he turned his back on him.

willing to give up everything to make him stay. ready to do anything for him, even if it was something he was not used to doing. even if it would cause him his life and career. that's how much jimin was willing for him.



he smiled at that.

the smile that jimin fell in love with. he clearly remembers the first time he saw that smile on him and realized he was the reason for that shy, beautiful upturn curved on his thin, soft lips. that night, jimin felt like the most successful man on the planet for making the most successful man on the planet smile.



but tonight was different. his eyes spoke differently.



"you've already done enough. more than enough. it shouldn't be like this. i feel like you've done everything for me, for this relationship, and all i did was nothing."



jimin shook his head. no.

jimin did those for him willingly, because he wanted to. wanted things easier for him. and never did he demand for anything back. jimin was happy doing things for him. he though it was just right.



"i feel like we stopped ourselves from growing because we're too busy to make us grow. we forgot that we both have our separate world and that we also need to grow and learn things separately."



jimin's vision blurred out with the tears that's clouding his eyes. he held jimin's face between his hands and looked at him directly, straight through his soul, with tired, sad, tearful eyes.



"we have to find ourselves back. we have to see and experience the world on our own and grow from it. i know we can do it together, but i think it's best to do it apart."



jimin quickly wiped his tears and he did the same to him. both leaned on each other's touch savoring every last second. he stepped back first.



"i don't know what could happen to us after this. we might find our way back or not. but whatever the future holds, i will still be here for you. i am always grateful for you and what we had. i will always have that with me. never blame yourself for the love that you gave because that kept me here and gave me the courage to find myself."



jimin wanted to reach out to him but he took another step back, smiling again. and all jimin could do was to stare and engrave deeper in his soul every line and curve of his face, the way he looks, the way he felt. jimin looked at him and hope that he could see right through him.

to see that after all these, jimin will find his way back home, to him. jimin has no intention of abandoning his home for a long time. he will take a vacation, but he will come back. always.





and jimin did.





and yoongi did.







two years after, the two met unexpectedly at the exact same spot where they left everything. maybe this is the universe working for them.



they stayed at the bench facing the Sunken Garden, waiting for whoever would speak first.



jimin did.



"how are you?"



yoongi smiled at that. the smile that made jimin fell for him hard. after everything, jimin still loves that smile on him. and perhaps this is his favorite of all the smiles he received from him because this is the most genuine and peaceful one he has seen.

all jimin could see were the happy memories they had together. he could not remember all the finest details but he knows that once in his life, that smile made them who they are today and brought them where they are right now.



yoongi began telling stories about his travels and his search for his true self, and how he was able to resolve his issues with his family, and how he finally asked for a professional help, and how he was there in that chapter of jimin's life and he would like to still be there for the next ones.



and jimin told him his. how he was able to start a business and learned to live on his own, and how much confident he is now with the works he do, and how yoongi helped him in every step and how he is still helping him move forward.





somewhere during their talk, jimin realized that it's not really just love that makes the relationship work. it's a whole lot of other things and it starts with yourself. you have to be complete and you have to do it yourself, for yourself. you cannot depend on other people to fill the gaps and voids in you and make you whole.



you love yourself. understand yourself. figure things out about yourself. find yourself and constantly find yourself.



you do all these before you can offer yourself to someone else. because if you do, you will be able to give much to them without emptying yourself. you will know better to put yourself first. it may sound selfish but that's how it should be. and then you work simultaneously to continue filling up yourself even until it overflows, and that will nurture the relationship you have.



you just simply have to be there for yourself first.



in the process of coming back to the house they sailed away from, they found a new resting place within themselves. lucky for them, they are able to re-build their home, with a stronger foundation and with grander amount of love.



—

this may be my story or inspired by 'the hows of us'



song i listened to :)



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[cynthiamacchiato]

"METAMORFOSIS" la historia de un amor perdido

Una conmovedora historia sobre el amor perdido

"METAMORFOSIS" (YoonMin) en mi blog

[the-mazed-magic-shop]

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

Ghost Friend

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

Or, the one where Jimin is totally Jean Grey.

👻 Yoongi x Jimin (platonic)

👻 word count: 1.8k

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

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

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

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

👻 beta read by @neoneunnajimin

👻 posted oct. 2023 | read on ao3

“Hey, Chim, think fast!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

If only he were still alive. 

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

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

"Hey, Chim!" Jeongguk shouts.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"This is crazy!" Jeongguk shouts.

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Pick it up again," Jeongguk insists. 

Jimin sighs. 

Yoongi smiles. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Ghost friend. Yoongi likes the sound of that. 

happy halloweeeen!!! 🎃👻🍂

i hope you enjoy this little drabble! i have a few more on the way. submissions for this event are closed, but i hope to do it again, next year!!!

reblogs and comments keep me writing, and likes make my day bright!!! thank you for reading! i love you!

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Ghost Friend is copyright theharrowing 2023. no translations or reposting allowed!

[dual-desires]

Fanfic Writing - New Year's Resolutions

I’m a bit late, but thank you to @no1petesimp for tagging me!

Honestly, I’m not sure where I want my fanfic writing to go during 2024. I worked on an original project for Nanowrimo, and I kinda want to continue trying to write it during 2024. The keyword is try. But I also miss writing fics, and I miss Vegaspete.

In 2024, I hope to work on/publish:

The epilogue for my VegasPete Incubus AU. It’s slow going, but these last few days has seen more work on it ever since the document was created back in July. Vegas’ wings are gonna get healed, damn it, one word at a time.

At least one VegasPete oneshot. The idea closest to mind has the working title “Size Queen Pete” (post-canon, Vegas is going abroad for business and tells Pete to order a dildo for himself to use while Vegas is away. Pete selects the largest one, naturally.) I also want to write a “classic” Vegaspete rendevouz where they sneak off from a (Kinn-hosted) important event to have sex, but bullets start flying and they have to save the day.

A BTS fic. Yes. I’ve had quite a compelling idea for an Omegaverse Yoonmin fic for a while. 2024 might be the time for it.

I’m lousy with tagging and all names escape me, but anyone who comes across this is free to do it too. Such a fun idea, @no1petesimp, and thanks again for tagging me <3

[bulletproofscales]

BTS sfw oneshots

jinnie's piggies (ot7 , feeder jin , drabble)

pampering the leader (minjoon , chubby namjoon , hurt and comfort)

they are all staring at you (yoonmin , chubby yoongi , poping buttons , public space)

chp2  (yoonmin , fat yoongi , bdsm , dom sub dynamics , hurt/comfort , use of safe word)

stubborn Yoonie (yoonkook , chubby yoongi , shaming)

zumba at 6:30pm (sope , chubby yoongi , zumba instructor hoseok)

miss the gym? (could be ot7 , jungkook centric , chubby jungkook)

his baby, his stuffed, gassy baby (taekook , chubby jungkook , gassy)

chp2  (taekook , chubby jungkook , gassy )

weird oportunity (could be ot7 , jungkook centric , chubby jungkook , insecurities)

stress eating (ot7 , fat hyung line , stuffing , hurt comfort)

teeny tiny house (2seok , fat hoseok , breaking furniture , hurt comfort , use of safe word)

MAMAs presentation doesnt have to be perfect (namseok , double gaining , hurt comfort kinda)

Jinnie’s...piggies? (ot3 , namjinseok , fat namjoon and fat hoseok , getting stuck in chairs , breaking the couch)

a 6 month hiatus does that to you (jungkook x reader , chubby jungkook , hurt/comfort)

Coca Cola and beer (hopekook , gassy jungkook , pinning , light angst)

the realest of selves (namkook , not feederism , established relationship , fluff)

“namjin evidence” (namjin , not feederism , established  relationship , fluff and crack )

literature can be interesting? (sope , not feederism , uni professor au , fluffy , happy ending , pinning )

chairman sized (vminkook , fat jimin , getting stuck in chair , public space , wg denial)

bts x mcdonalds (ot7 , word dump , furtniture breaking , they all gain weight )

the gentler touches (trans guy hoseok , namseok , fluff , gender dysphoria , hurt comfort)

monthly charity carwash (bottom heavy seokjin , public space , carwash , word dump?)

how to train your hybrid, sorta (yoonkook , mutual gaining, fluff , stuffing

admiring you is a full time job (hopekook , drunken confessions , ripping clothes , pinning, NSFW BONUS IN SECOND CHAPTER)

a king's banquet, pocket sized (jinkook , royal au , king jungkook , chef seokjin , stuffing , fluff)

room to change (namjin , hurt/comfort , internalized homophibia , anxiety , making out , dry humping , chubby seokjin)

skinny boy big dreams (jungkook solo , feedee jungkook , small drabble , bodyshaming)

not yet afterhours ( jinkook , obese jim seokjin , muscle chub jungkook , stuffing , bakery au)

a higher gpa and a higher bmi (namkook , taejin , sopemin , fat maknae line )

a fu(filling) challenge (yoonjin, gainer seokjin, wg , fat seokjin, competitive eating , public space)

heavyweight champion of the mile high club (taekook , fat kim taehyung , feeder jeon jungkook , in public , mile high club (i guess)

absence makes the waistline longer (yoonjin , seokjin discharge , making out , chubby yoongi , ruenion)

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feb 2023: hi everyone, this is nixie!

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au: assistant┊badboy┊biker┊bodyguard┊camping┊camp counselors┊established relationship┊fake dating┊fake marriage┊fantasy┊flower shop┊fuckboy┊idol┊marriage┊photographer┊rockband┊soulmates┊streamer┊university┊non-idol┊arranged marriage┊gender swap┊tattoo shop

?2L: childhood friends to lovers┊enemies to lovers┊exes to lovers┊friends to lovers┊idiots to lovers┊roommates to lovers┊strangers to lovers┊friends with benefits to lovers┊classmates to lovers

genre: angst┊fluff┊smut┊angst & smut┊fluff & smut┊angst & fluff┊angst & fluff & smut┊hurt/comfort

[celokjin]

If I Knew (One Day You'd Come) by whenitstarted

[derireo-galge]

Good to Marry | 3k | yoonmin✍🏼

Mafiа leader Mr Min hires Jimin as a lawyer for his employees' personal matters and becomes the centre of his Perfect Bachelor plan.

[ attempt at humor | happy ending | nsfw ]

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As it always happens in this latitude, the sky at some minutes past seven was still quite light.

White nights were beautiful, thick summer air filled with scents of trees, smartly planted all over the city. The hot stuffy day under the rays of blazing sun was over, and now it was a pleasantly humid evening.

Jimin was walking on the riverbank, an attraction for tourists, languidly strolling families and street vendors all year round. He had an important appointment tonight, undoubtedly a new client who knows what he wants.

The time his personal assistant requested was nine in the evening, which wasn't all that unusual. Many businessmen or famous people within different industries just didn't have any other time to spare or it seemed to them things are more discreet with the fall of the night. There was a picture gallery he passed and then the poster of a current exhibition caught his attention.

Marine artists.

The person he was meeting with was kind of a big fish so it was very fitting to visit the exhibition and calm his nerves. He loved the city for such places - the galleries, the museums, the historical places and temples.

You could spend a lifetime visiting sites and still not go over all of them. Jimin was a successful lawyer and although it wasn't a grand secret of any sort, the fact that he was a director of his own firm was not in the plain view. And despite many responsibilities and little free time he always made sure to have that time for thought, for inspiration, for enriching his imagination and knowledge by watching the plays and going to concerts. Jimin walked out of the art gallery pleased and much calmer.

The time of meeting with his new client was nearing so he headed into the direction of the restaurant.

It was a classy place next to the famous home club complex. It was impossible to obtain property there - it was mostly inherited. Jimin hasn't been there even once.

He entered the restaurant and was greeted politely.

- I'm meeting Min Yoongi-ssi here, - Jimin said and handed out his ID, - Park Jimin. The lawyer was familiar with showing his documents. His clients paid great attention to safety.

At least there was no metal detector here, but walking past the tables into the direction of private rooms he noticed some security spread around the space. Maybe that Min man was an even bigger fish than Jimin assumed in the first place. The private room was just as classy as the main dining area.

There was a man next to the table who he assumed was Min Yoongi-ssi himself. They bowed and said their greetings. - I hope you don't mind if we have something first? The matter I wanted to discuss is not very complex but it's a lengthy one.

His voice was deep and calm. Jimin felt more at ease, since this meeting already started not as formal as he expected. - That's a good idea, Yoongi-ssi. Anything you can recommend?

The atmosphere was peaceful.

Yoongi was holding a light conversation on socially appropriate topics which Jimin supported with ease. Assuming the business he wanted to discuss has something to do with his company or property, the lawyer asked general questions.

Jimin tensed when he heard the name of the company Yoongi was a head of. So this elegantly dressed gentleman in his fourties with the voice deep as an ocean and delicate hand movements was notorious Mr Min.

- Should I start calling you Mr Min then? - Jimin asked with a hint of humor. Yoongi, not having expected such a shift in their calm atmosphere, smiled widely for the first time that evening.

It didn't go unnoticed the young lawyer connected the dots and now probably felt uncomfortable sharing a meal and a cup of tea with a big mafia figure. - You can, of course, Jimin-ssi, - he said, a tad amused.

The conversation ran smoothly from then on. Yoongi needed a lawyer who could deal and help his employees in their personal matters. He had some lawyers hired for the business and now that it's as prosperous as ever he would like to help people who have been working for him for a long time.

Jimin was pleasantly surprised.

Not every boss would bother with such matters. Maybe it's because of the dangerous lifestyle, it brings people closer together?

Who knows. They agreed to go over minor details the next day and sign the contract then.

Mr Min carried on telling about his employees and what possible cases Jimin might have to start on right away.

There will certainly be a lot of work. - Did you walk here? - Min asked when they slowly walked out of the restaurant.

- I did, - Jimin hummed, - It was a pleasant evening. Too nice for a car. I live and work close by, on the other side of the river.

- Would you like a lift to wherever you're heading? Jimin didn't hesitate.

They both sat in the back seat, the lawyer voicing the directions to the townhouse complex he lived in.

The car ride was smooth and quiet.

He didn't feel threatened, Mr Min seemed to have this calming aura around him, making him feel safe. They parted on a light note and the next day just as amicably were going over contract details, with Yoongi himself correcting needed paragraphs on his laptop, glasses on his nose, fingers rubbing his chin. He looked really handsome, Jimin thought. With his dark long hair, slightly waving at ends, styled fringe and a habit of sucking air through his teeth. They eventually agreed on signing one contract with Jimin as personal lawyer for him and a contract between Jimin's firm - Yoongi only raised an eyebrow when he found out about that - for any aid regarding Yoongi's employees. It was unusual and they spent quite a bit of time perfecting and straightening every page to a fault. Mr Min didn't question the way Jimin dealt with things. Jimin himself wasn't sure why he treated Mr Min's case so thoroughly. Something in him was leaning towards this serious man.

Something told him, a naturally intuitive person, it will be good for the future if he puts all his effort in this. After a month of working together things were going great.

Jimin was going through case after case, ensuring Mr Min's employees were safe and the justice was served. He obtained a little hobby of sorts.

He began to gather personal notes on ways to legalize some parts of Yoongi's shady business.

Not that it was a plan, no.

Jimin's thesis was exactly on this topic. Mr Min was an interesting person and ran a no less interesting conglomerate.

So the young lawyer did some creative exercises in his free time to keep himself in good shape for the actual things he had to deal with. Another month later though, it wasn't just exercising.

Yoongi was truly a good person, that chose to do what he does, obviously, but also turned out to be a product of the generation, of the crisis the country was in in his younger years and shaped by his parents. He would make a splendid bachelor, of not for his dangerous line of work, Jimin thought. So he kept his side project on his desk until one evening he entered his office and saw mafia boss Min Yoongi holding the said project in his hands, eyebrows raised and a pout on his face. He noticed when the lawyer came in, immediately lifting his piercing gaze at him.

Jimin felt his palms starting to sweat and heart beating fast with fear.

He tried to compose himself and confidently walked until he was an arm's length from the leader. Jimin-ssi, - he started dangerously calm, closing the folder and leaving ot carefully on the table. - Mind telling me about this?

Jimin gulped. There was really no other way around it.

So he decided to come clean.

Well, except the bachelor part. - Huh, - Yoongi was really hard to read with his stoic face and calculated gestures, - And do you think it will be more beneficial?

- For what exactly? - did he guess Jimin's line of thinking or

- For the company. For the people in it. There are jobs that have been passed from older to younger generations. Of course I would like to make life better for them.

- Even if it means abiding to laws? Yoongi sighed.

He rubbed his hands and then used one to gently rub the younger’s forearm.

After working with him for a while Jimin knew, it's a sign that Mr Min was nervous, he became really touchy, especially with him. - It's a vicious cycle, Jimin-ssi. Once you're in, it isn't easy to back out. Especially if you're responsible for not just yourself but have others depending on you. - It was all hypothetic, what I've written there, Yoongi-ssi, - Jimin was a little upset he didn't have immediate solutions, - There is a lot we can possibly do though.

- Do you mind trying, Jimin - can I call you Jimin?

- Yes-

- Hyung.

- Yes, hyung, - Was a quick reply. Mr Min stood up after rubbing his knees like some old man and the lawyer almost giggled.

- I'll leave you to it. Would you like to tell me more about it? - he pouted slightly again, it was obvious he was truly curious, - Preferably tonight? Jimin nodded and wanted to step back so the elder could go past him freely but the other was faster, moving past him, shoulders brushing.

He briefly stretched his hand and reassuringly squeezed Jimin's waist. - Just come to my office when you finish for today, alright?

- Alright, hyung.

Before he left, Jimin noticed a funny looking smile on his face. He lost five years with it, looking so youthful and adorable. Something inside Jimin wanted to be the reason for that smile as often as possible. When Jimin looked at the windows in the office Mr Min declared his, it was a white night again.

He walked up to them and saw the lights and roads and trees from one of the tallest office buildings in the city.

He wondered if Yoongi liked doing the same. It kind of gave the feeling the whole world was at his feet.

He knocked on the door to the leaders office and was net with a sight of Mr Min sitting at the table, paperwork scattered around, reading glasses hanging low on his nose.

He looked like he was just sitting there catching a break. At the sound he lifted his head and Jimin was blessed with a sweet smile.

- Are you done? Shall we?

They walked to the lifts, Yoongi's big hand resting on the young man's lower back. The dinner at a fine restaurant proved Mr Min was a gentleman.

When he asked Jimin where he'd like to eat and discuss the new project the younger chose a middle class place, still with private booths but far from Michelin star places Yoongi usually went to. The elder was attentive, a great listener.

When they went over everything they needed, his hyung excitedly talked about next season's shedule in the opera and ballet theatre. When they wrote their notes down and corrected documents right there on the table Yoongi would lean in close and whisper in Jimin's ear, chucking when he would notice him squirm and shudder. Jimin was having a great time.

Apart from excitement from a new beginning at work, he was just happy to talk and let go of the worries for a little while.

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socmed interlude

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One day Jimin found a beautiful envelope on his desk.

He opened it tentatively, wondering what could be inside.

Inside there were tickets for a play he has been eyeing for a long time. For a brief moment he wondered where they came from and then it dawned on him - they were from Yoongi.

He scratched his head in thought.

Maybe it was some company anniversary that he didn't know about or maybe a public holiday? Then came a message from Mr Min:

- Have you found them?

Turns out the tickets were just for them two.

They decided to walk to the theater, omitting the car and security in tow as usual. - I thought it would be nice to repay you on top of the contract we have for all the hard work you have done, - Yoongi said while looking at historical buildings they passed on their way, +

- Seems like all my employees' issues have been sorted well, my issues have been sorted well and now that we are working in this new direction it's been taking a lot of your time. So this can be a nice change of scenery. Jimin was in awe.

It was really thoughtful of him. He absolutely loved that they shared this passion.

- Do you enjoy going to this drama theater? - he asked hyung.

- I've been there many times but this play will be the first for me in this season. They walked into the marble foyer and passed on their coats.

The seats were great, he could see everything perfectly. They enjoyed this classic drama a lot.

After it ended and they dried the tears that escaped after a final scene, they discussed the book it was based on. He found a great companion, a perfect one to discuss his cultural interests with.

The depth of Yoongi's knowledge was insane. They slowly walked from the theater.

The riverbank was filled with lights and laughter of the children. They came to a small arboretum and spent some more time there just enjoying the nature.

They sat on the bench, pressed closer together. The quiet wasn't overbearing but rather welcome.

Suddenly a bigger hand lightly touched the smaller one.

Jimin looked down and saw Yoongi's hand next to his. He decided to be bold and put his dainty palm on Mr Min's hand. - Carefully, Jimin-ie, I am a dangerous man after all.

The small knowing smile grew on the elder's face.

- Not that dangerous anymore. Now that we've almost completed our project. - Jimin said with a giddy smile.+

- You know, - his hyung turned his body towards him and Jimin continued, - Ever since I had an idea of it, I had this image in my head that once every questionable area you have would be legalized you would be just a perfect bachelor, ready to get married. - You thought about marriage while thinking about me? That's intriguing.

- I actually did but marriage is about two people so no matter the outcome I'm glad I had this idea and helped you out. It was for mutual benefit. - I've seen this before, - Yoongi blurted out suddenly.

- What exactly?

- The bachelor part. Do you remember I found your note on this project? - I did... That was a little scary.

- Am I that scary? - Yoongi asked rubbing his reddened earlobe and pouting slightly again (!) - So when I was looking through

them notes I saw something. +

- You made a little scribble of me and it said Bachelor and under that you listed some of my good points and bad points and to you the only bad one was the danger of the activities I used to engage in. I found that rather amusing but also endearing. Yoongi looked somewhere at his face and said:

- You're endearing.

Jimin was baffled.

- I think, well thank you, I think you are endearing yourself and many more. So much more.

- So tell me, Jimin-ah, do you think I'm good to marry you now?

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Jimin was sorting the last batch of the folders that will have to be archived later.

The road they started walking on a year ago was long, the fruits of the journey rewarding. Mr Min still kept a great amount of security just in case but mostly all his areas of shady business weren't that shady anymore.

Mostly because who is a saint nowadays?

It was a success. Jimin was about to gather his stuff and leave to find Yoongi when he felt presence behind him.

He smirked. Yoongi found him first.

- Good evening, hyung.

Just as the words left his mouth a big veiny hand encircled his throat and another laid heavily on his waist. He knew Yoongi liked his hands on the column of his neck, not putting any pressure but rather giving the feeling of safety.

Buff chest pressed to his back, not pushing, just pressing as tight as possible. - Good evening, Jimin-ah, - his hyung breathed in his ear, whispering lowly, making the younger man flinch and shudder.

He held him tighter to prevent from moving. Then he started leaving small pecks over Jimin's earlobe, behind the ear, down his neck, nosing at the skin and inhaling his sweet and fresh perfume and his own musk.

He tasted his skin, savoring it like the finest of wines. - Ah, hyung, - Jimin moaned quietly and bent at the lower back only to feel Yoongi's erection pressing between his asscheeks clad in tight dress pants.

- Want to get off right here? - the elder rasped. - Mm, what about you?

- I'll wait til we get home.

Home.

The novice of hearing it hasn't worn off yet.

- Okay, can you..? Please? Yoongi's hand slid off his waist to the front on his pants and easily freed the younger's hard cock.

He started spreading precome along the shaft, jerking him off at a slow pace. Jimin was panting, hands thrown behind his back, tangled in silky strands of his hyung's hair.

His moans for louder and louder, filling the office space with echoes. Soon he was getting closer and closer to the edge with Yoongi whispering pure filth in his ear, laving his tongue and lips all over his ear and neck.

- Hyung, so close! Yoongi let go of him right that instant, forcefully turned him around and fell to his knees.

His mouth sank on Jimin's cock, tongue pressed on the underside.

His hand cupped the balls and fondled them. Jimin could scream from pleasure.

He carefully gathered Yoongi's hair with both hands and pulled him on his cock, holding him there every time before letting go.

He released into his mouth not long after and helped his lover up. They shared a deep slow kiss, tasting each other, calming down the fast beating of their hearts.

On the way home, in the backseat of a sleek car with tinted windows, Jimin felt his hand being surrounded by the warmth of the other's. He was excited.

For tonight, for tomorrow.

For many more years to come.

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~the end~

[hot-soop]

WIP list

hahahahaha kill me it’s so much worse than i thought 💀

gang - i have 25 (TWENTY FUCKIN FIVE) works in progress. i started writing for this fandom 2 years ago and i’ve only posted 6 fics in that time oh god. please can everyone kick me up the arse until i finish this shit

unstuck - doctor!yoongi x idiot!reader. based on that very real time i got superglue in my eye and the doctor who treated me at the hospital was a dude i had matched with on hinge. equal parts horrifying and hilarious. 3k written.

there’s no name you can call me - reader/jk/tae. idolverse. really bad, 15k written. needs an entire upheaval if it is ever to see the light of day. honestly will prob just take it to pieces like a written off car and use the scraps for my other WIPs 😬

unnamed tae smut - pwp, 1k written. slight dom vibes

codependent - model!jimin x fem reader. hairdresser au. >1k written. jimin wants to dye his hair soft lilac but he’s only just had it dyed green, hairdresser is perpetually annoyed w him but in a flirtatious way?!

unnamed soulmates(?)!au. fantasy?? - dream sequences where you play out a whole life w/ ur soulmate (joon) but can’t actually meet in this reality. find ways to get messages to each other within dreams? like 150 words written lmao i cannot worldbuild life sux

could you stay - yoongi x reader. f2l. 5k written. forgot i still had this for a while and jess shouted at me and went looking through google docs to check for herself lmao

unnamed hobi fuckboi fic - 54 words written lsdlfkdkgjjss honestly i got bored of it almost immediately. hobi’s character is the hardest for me to get right? idk maybe i need to find a diff trope for him, something nicer. perceived fuckboi??? like unreliable narrator maybe?

sugar fix - yoongi x reader. 90s sex line fic! 1.5k written. absolute nonsense but some of it is quite funny. meetcute at work while talking dirty to horny randos on the phone

unnamed joon sexting fic - established ldr. can’t seem to find the right time to sext bc of time differences, oh no, oh dear, they’re so horny whatever will they do? 1.5k written

carnival fic - yoongi x reader but could change to yoonmin? yoongi is mute, tae the tarot reader seems to know everything yoongi thinks but he’s just making it up and yoongi goes along with it. it’s fun, it’s silly. i’ve got 2k

crossroads - jk x reader. reader is a crossroads demon and jungkook is a total idiot! 1k written

clusters - namjoon x reader. soulmate au, set out of body. everyone in a soul cluster has their soulmate, but namjoon doesn’t, until your soul comes into existence, nearly 50 lifetimes late. 4k written

tattooist jimin x reader. got bored of this immediately and forgot the plot i came up with before i wrote it down. 800 words written that are okay but maybe it could just be a smut oneshot

airport barista hobi x frequent flyer reader. 197 words 😭 hobi why do i struggle when u r so sweet

namjoon x reader. f2l. namjoon wants to go on a road trip but he obv can’t drive, so you, an idiot. volunteer. 700ish words.

tae x reader. college au. lovers to strangers. 5.8k written

seokjin x reader. diner au. e2l (lite). 1.2k written

virtual strangers au - jimin x reader are rival tumblr people. they hate each other but don’t know each others faces. jimin has a big fat crush on this woman who works at the pet shop and he keeps buying cat litter even though he doesn’t have one a cat. anyway. his crush and his tumblr nemesis are one and the same! ha! 1k written

yoonmin fic - jimin is having therapy for anxiety & yoongi runs a cat cafe. 1k written

winterbreak - yoongi x reader. college au. established fwb with one sided feelings. yoongi leaves and spends a year abroad. v angsty. they keep falling back together & hurting each other. based on that song by muna. 5k written

1970s namgi hitman fic - can’t remember where i was going with this, need to reread my notes. was based on that shoot for joons photofolio in the motel. 1.5k written

seokjin’s yarn barn - alpaca farmer!seokjin x knitting enthusiast!yoongi. absolute crack. quite funny. 1.3k written

reader x hobi meetcute on a train. >1k written

spermageddon - namjin fic for lauren. absolute insanity. namjin work at a sperm bank and namjoon breaks things. 1k written

yoongi collab - yoongi x reader musician au. fwb & unrequited feelings. angst heavy 1.4k

➾ feel free to ask about any of these. god. how did it get so out of hand?

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if all goes well i will have a yoonmin oneshot to offer this weekend!!