user image

just a bunch of bangtan fics sent from heaven for ships trash like me (ノ◕ヮ◕)ノ*:・゚✧

✿ some triggering warnings may apply to some fics so make sure to check the tags before reading it ✿

bookmarks:

✧・゚:* yoongi&jimin *:・゚✧

It’s almost humiliating how easily Yoongi warms up to Jimin.

Jimin isn't sure what possessed him to lie to his mother and tell her that he had a boyfriend, but now that he's opened the position, he has no choice but to fill it. Yoongi is, apparently, his only option.

jimin meets a strange boy when his car breaks down.

jimin and yoongi are stretched out on opposite ends of the soft couch in yoongi’s suite lounge, the length of the couch just short enough that their legs overlap, jimin’s heels digging into yoongi’s shins.

falling in love with best friend's sibling au

Big Hit Entertainment is going to debut the first ever half-human, half-vampire hip hop group. They are planning to make some incredibly good music and mountains of money, and of course show the uncertain Korean society that the undead can operate in perfect harmony with the living. It’s a glorious plan, too glorious if you ask Jimin. (Part 1 of Hormone wars 'verse)

Despite having to hide their relationship, his endless inner debates (and sheet-staining fantasies) about having sex with a vampire, and his new habit of kissing another guy behind his boyfriend’s back, Jimin is happy with Yoongi. More than happy. But when he finally makes the decision to take the next step in their relationship, everything around him starts crumbling to pieces. (Part 2 of Hormone wars 'verse)

"Oh shit, sorry I got the wrong locker" When Jimin is sending love letters to his crush via locker but fails because it is Yoongi's locker.

Jimin had a lot of questions at the beginning, after Yoongi first told him.

Yoongi ends up hiring Jimin, after a cruel month of interviews, and he only regrets it about twice a day.

Yoongi is out wandering in his feeding grounds when he becomes enraptured by a young exotic dancer by the name of Jimin. He wants him so much that he forcibly steals him away and takes him back to his den only to find that his blood mate Seokjin does not approve. Jimin knows that he’s in danger yet the stranger treats him as if he tenderly, as if he were a china doll. Yoongi wants his blood and his company, and he doesn't ever imagine that he will affect Jimin’s life irrevocably. (Part 2 of Keepsake)

"Maybe we could try messing with one of the other members." He can almost hear Jimin's ears perk up.

Confidence is sexy. Jimin's sure of that. And frankly, Jimin is never more confident than when he's grinding on a stranger and can feel shaky breath on his neck, when he can practically feel the heat pulsing from the other person as they get increasingly more rules up. He loves being in control and having people under his finger, turning and shooting them a cheeky smirk, biting his lip and playing coy. It's more exciting when they play along. When they grab him and go with the flow. Which is exactly why when he spots a guy leaning up against the bar in an expensive looking outfit and a drink in his hand, Jimin can't help himself. (Part 1 of Throw Sum 'Mo)

Jimin and Yoongi have, by no means, a boring sex life. Ever since the two met at what has since grown to be Jimin’s favorite club- and ever since Jimin realized just how fucking loaded Yoongi is- things have escalated into something just shy of sugar daddy and sugar baby status. Jimin’s friends had gawked at him when he’d informed them, but the heavy diamond studded necklace resting against his chest outweighs their questioning stares. (Especially when it’s slapping against his chest as Yoongi fucks him hard and fast from behind, holding onto the top of the headboard while the bed knocks a new set of dents into the wall.) (Part 2 of Throw Sum 'Mo)

yoongi is the meanest tease but jimin's got no other choice. (Part 1 of kink bingo)

Yoongi takes it upon himself to demonstrate how humans limit their palates.

imin writes fic. Yoongi doesn't care. Not at all. Not one bit. Not until he finds the Yoonmin fic.

There are any number of worlds, each as real as the last, and in each the nature of reality is somewhat different from all the others. There's a world where trees walk and stones speak. There's a world where there are only twenty souls to go around and every thinking creature has to share. There's a world where every human is only one small part of a whole. There's a world where stars fall to the earth, and when they land are neither stone nor fire.

“Was it worth it? In the end, after all this, was it worth it?”

Jimin reaches out and pulls Yoongi close, presses his face against the cold iron bars of his cell until he can kiss the tears off of Yoongi’s cheeks. Even now, with pain in his eyes and a tremble on his lips, he’s achingly beautiful when he smiles at Yoongi - soft and fond and tender.

“Well, I got to see you again, didn’t I?”

Yoongi hates dealing with heat cycles and suppressants and life in general. Everything is a terrible mess, and then there's Jimin to make things a tiny bit brighter. It's just really too bad Jimin likes someone else. Even worse that that someone is Hoseok.

Yoongi likes one night stands and he understands how they work. What he doesn’t understand, however, is how he ended up in bed with a probably-not-legal kid crying in his arms about his broken heart, because he’s pretty sure (and correct him if he’s wrong) that a babysitting job was not what he was looking for when he went to the opening of his friend’s new club.

Yoongi really likes the look in Jimin’s eyes when he’s getting told off for making mistakes.

jimin still dreams about yoongi. then he wakes up.

From a tumblr prompt: Rappers by night, maids by day. Money is tight and so the 3 boys have been working at a cross dressing maid cafe to make ends meet. One of them secretly loves it.

Jimin takes the sun with him when he leaves Yoongi on a snowy Thursday morning.

"I'm Hobeom," one of the guys holds out a hand. "I manage these events and these six freaks. Congratulations, you're an unnatural!"

"I'm sorry, I'm a what?" Jungkook asks, face scrunching up in confusion.

(aka Superhero!AU requested by anon on Tumblr)

She hadn’t been ready to be a mother and Yoongi hadn’t been ready to be a father, but where she had turned tail and run, Yoongi had vowed never to do the same.

Yoongi and Jimin get close.

They’re in front of the TV on Yoongi’s old couch when their fingers first lace together.

jimin presses his face further into the satin sheets

Jimin gets ready for his first college party and Yoongi pretends he cares.

'it’s so cold, my mouth is numb, you should kiss me before we get frostbite'

With every failure, Yoongi cuts a little deeper.

When freshman Jimin gets a job at the local Starbucks, the last things he expects to deal with is a certain pink haired senior and his group of obnoxious friends.

Yoongi is Korea's most famous actor. He's kissed so many pretty girls that he doesn't know what love is supposed to feel like anymore. And then he meets rookie actor Park Jimin.

'you sneak food into my office for me and in return i do you personal favors' au

Yoongi is trying to accept his part as the beta in a polyamorous relationship with an alpha and an omega. Little by little he notices just how unfitting that role is.

Not all boys were meant to grow up. Jimin was one of them.

Jimin couldn't breathe, then Yoongi slipped in his life along with summer breeze.

Romantic comedy AU where Jimin shakes off negative energy by going for a run in the park one day and accidentally befriends what appears to be a mysterious vagrant asleep on the bench.

Jimin and Yoongi go on a well-deserved vacation for Jimin's birthday, but not everything goes as planned. It's still okay, though.

Water and wind usually get along. All great storms were combination of the two and Jimin wanted him and Yoongi to become one.

He never thought that Yoongi would be fire.

Collection of Yoonmin drabbles.

In the end, it comes down to this – a barrel of a gun pushed down a slick throat, saliva coating the shiny metal, words reduced to whimpers and salty tears begging for forgiveness. It's a sight to see – as they beg and promise millions of dollars, attaching a price tag to themselves like they're nothing but red meat in the display window of the butcher's shop.

Namjoon pushes the gun deeper until it hits the back of their throat and the gag reflex takes over.

Jimin found an injured puppy and brought it home to Yoongi. Spoiler alert: it wasn't exactly a puppy.

Jimin's roommate Yoongi never sleeps, or eats, or drinks. So obviously he's a vampire, right?

You took my heart and my keys and my patience.

Yoongi wants more. Jimin very much doesn't.

This is a drabble request that sort of got biggie-sized, based upon the lyrics to The Chainsmokers' Roses: "We could waste the night with an old film / Smoke a little weed on the couch in the back room / Hideaway / Say you'll never let me go"

Jeongguk chuckles, but it sounds bitter. "You'll stay in the house even though you know it won't end well, right?"

He's pulled up from his place against Yoongi's chest. Their dark, sharp eyes serious, no longer saddened - although Jeongguk can see its remains in the depths of their eyes, minuscule hints that never seem to disappear - but serious and determined instead. "I'll enjoy what I have for as long as I can."

"Arrows don't affect us, do they?"

"No. They don't."

"So if I arrow you, you won't feel a spark for me?"

Yoongi was bad at verbalizing his feelings. If he were honest with himself he was bad at understanding them, too, but something was wrong with him and all he wanted was to fix it. Somewhere along the way, Jimin came to be a bigger part of his life than he ever imagined.

On the night of his first proper hunt Yoongi finds his life changed forever at the hands of hunters. Forced to flee his den and cross the border for survival, he doesn't imagine that he will survive the night alone. But when two other neugdaes stumble upon him, Yoongi discovers that he might just make it yet.

Where the wind blows, Yoongi goes. "How much longer do you two think you can play pretend?"

Yoongi is pretty sure his friends are conspiring against him.

Or: that stupid college au where they're all drunk and playing the "of course" game.

Yoongi didn’t believe in love. He didn’t believe in anything. But some days, if you caught him at the right moment, he’d admit that the way Jimin’s hair flopped over his forehead gave him a certain amount of generalized faith in Life Itself.

Jimin's a hungry kid, and Yoongi needs some favors done. Somehow, they make things work.

Yoongi, being rich and awkward, decides that he might as well try to make a friend through a sugar daddy website. Only, it ends up being Park Jimin.

This is what Yoongi lived for. This very moment that lasted mere moments before it was over, the pounding heart and the struggle to pull air into his lungs from the pressure of the car zooming down the dirt track; the crowd all gasping and shouting his nickname out as they waved betting slips and pounded their feet down on the metal seating. This was what kept him breathing.

But then he met Jimin and Yoongi discovered that he liked the feel of leather and chrome against his bare skin just that little bit more.

Everything about it is wrong but everything about it feels right. sugardaddy!au

Yoongi is a struggling novelist with four cats, an obsession with coffee and an unhealthy relationship with his parents.

And Jimin is...a cyborg.

And then he sees it. His eyes go wide and for a moment, he can’t breathe. He scoops it up in his hands, fighting the urge to cry. Three small but whole, beautiful blue flowers.

jimin's caught up in the past, bangtan tries to cope, but it doesn't really work.

Yoongi wakes up where home is.

yoongi wonders if the words that echo faintly around him will ever be heard by jimin. jimin remains silent.

where yoongi is a step away from falling and jimin remains ignorantly oblivious until its too late

Jimin doesn't expect being suddenly evicted from his apartment right before his senior year of college. He also doesn't expect to move in with his quiet neighbor.

_And he's definitely not expecting that _

Yoongi remembers little to nothing of their crazy drunken night out. But of two things he's absolutely sure, one: he's not gay, two: he just slept with Park Jimin.

Jimin isn't sure what possessed him to lie to his mother and tell her that he had a boyfriend, but now that he's opened the position, he has no choice but to fill it. Yoongi is, apparently, his only option. (Part 1 of when you're in love)

Ten years after when you're in love all the lines get blurred. Jimin turns 28 and Yoongi works really hard on his gift. (Part 2 of when you're in love)

Yoongi is a photographer and Jimin is the insecure top model who’s poisoned by the industry. They make love with the lights off until the day Jimin finally believes Yoongi when he tells him he’s beautiful.

Jimin writes countless love notes, in which Yoongi doesn't receive.

Jimin knew that life in the big city would be different, but dealing with super powered mishaps and one piece of bad luck after another was a bit much.

Lucky him that the vigilante Suga was watching his back.

“Beautiful,” the man repeated under his breath, and Jimin felt a cold shiver travel from the bottom of his back to the nape of his neck. The way he said it wasn’t a compliment, or an observation, it was…it was like something Dongwon would have said, smiling as he held Jimin’s head underwater or ripped out chunks of his hair. It touched something that Jimin thought he’d buried a long time ago.

“H-have a n-nice day,” Jimin said softly, curling his fingers into his uniform apron. Sometimes it was best to pretend.

“Get lost,” Jungkook jerked his chin towards the door. “And don’t come back!” he called after the man, who glanced over his shoulder one last time before leaving the café. (Part 5 of Kickstart)

“I-I don’t understand…” Jimin said, eyes watering as he focused on Yoongi. “I thought…you were going to kill me…in the bathroom.”

“Yeah, well so did I,” Yoongi said wryly, and Jimin flinched, trying to make himself impossibly smaller.

AKA It is a truth universally acknowledged, that Min Yoongi in possession of a heart will be in want of sleep. (Part 1 of Kickstart)

Jimin lifted his head up with an automatic smile when the door swished open, dust gusting inside from the strong winds common to the outpost. His eyes widened a little at the six angry-looking men who stomped inside, but didn’t let the smile slip from his face. Travelers, obviously. Ones who weren’t having a good time. Well, it was to be expected on Mu 75.

“Good afternoon,” Jimin said, ducking his head in greeting and drawing their attention, and maybe some of their ire, to himself. “Can I help you with anything?” From their clothes and the advanced-looking tech of the weapons at their hips, Jimin was assuming they could pay. They had better.

In the morning, they'll say goodbye, but not tonight.

Yoongi wonders what kind of messed up thing he'd had to do in a past life to deserve this.

(or: halloween fic! a stalker, axe-wielding murderer, lunatic, or something other, breaks into yoongi and jimin's place and it's just so convenient that the whole gang's over to live the nightmare with them.)

A collection of drabbles/one-shots inspired by various Ed Sheeran songs.

All the colours that Yoongi sees when he looks at Jimin.

Yoongi goes to New York and he isn't exactly backpacking as he is just sight-seeing (and Jimin is the prettiest sight he's ever seen).

Jimin accomplishes the impossible - he's managed to get Yoongi to agree on babysitting his twin nephews.

In which Min Yoongi is mistaken for Park Jimin's blind date (and everything spirals into crazy and the stars twinkle brighter, and, hey, treat yourself, right?) (Part 1 of caution calls but nobody's home,)

Namjoon wakes up with his head shaved, Hoseok's eyebrows are a terrible version of the Adidas logo and Yoongi's hair is pink. It's a night Yoongi heavily regrets but the day after doesn't seem all that bad, he thinks. (Also: Souvenirs from a very drunken night and Jimin saves the day with some coffee and bagels). (Part 2 of caution calls but nobody's home,)

5 times Jimin catches Yoongi and Hoseok in rather compromising positions.

("Well, it's not like you'd cheat on me with Hoseok of all people.") (Part 3 of caution calls but nobody's home,)

Yoongi has a Eureka moment and Jimin, running on eight hours of sleep for the past three days, thinks it's a brilliant idea. (Part 4 of caution calls but nobody's home,)

Yoongi and Jimin fall in love with sounds.

AU where Yoongi and Jimin have apartments next to each other, and their showers share a wall.

In which Jimin has an asshole of a dorm mate and Yoongi is the residence advisor.

“Hello. I am Jimin. Your personal healthcare companion.”

This may be San Seoul-Sokyo, hub of all things technological, but Yoongi has definitely not met a robot of this kind before, and he's not sure he really wants to.

Love is sometimes the simple flutter of his chest; but so is oxygen, merely equated to each push of the heart.

Park Jimin cannot have both.

Jimin's smirking and Yoongi knows he's a sight; his apron is half unbuttoned and his hair has been mussed up. He wants to fidget, or maybe finish getting changed, but there's no way he's doing that with the way that Jimin is still staring.

"Jungkook was right, hyung," Jimin eventually says. "I'd probably let you be my girlfriend too."

Yoongi's grandmother once warned him that something was watching him. But as the years passed, he stopped believing in what she told him, he didn't realize what a mistake that would be.

From people around him, they would all say that Yoongi was suffering from depression, or at least something around that.

No, Min Yoongi was fine. He didn’t need help.

Min Yoongi was perfectly okay. (Part 1 of what it takes)

“Was it worth it? In the end, after all this, was it worth it?”

Jimin reaches out and pulls Yoongi close, presses his face against the cold iron bars of his cell until he can kiss the tears off of Yoongi’s cheeks. Even now, with pain in his eyes and a tremble on his lips, he’s achingly beautiful when he smiles at Yoongi - soft and fond and tender.

“Well, I got to see you again, didn’t I?”

YoonMin: dystopian society where you can buy OTC chemical releasing drugs in the form of patches that can drastically change your mood (eg - happiness, confidence, hope, etc) but there's a new popular drug on the underground market and it's called tabula rasa, perfect to void yourself of any emotions.

Yoongi accidentally rescues the kid in electronics from a shoplifter and earns his eternal gratitude, whether he likes it or not.

Jimin burns the brightest when his hands are around his throat.

“I want you to cum in them.” He lowered his mouth down so that his mouth hovered over Yoongi’s ears, his soft breath sending shivers down Yoongi’s spine. “I want to see your boxers stained with your cum.” (Part 2 of the sin series)

Jimin’s heart dropped as he saw some of the light drain out of Yoongi’s eyes as he remembered something, his smile dropping just a fraction of a bit. His ears focused in on the short exhale of Yoongi’s breath. “I’m sorry that I keep freaking out on you.” Yoongi murmured, fingers retreating back into the sleeves of his jacket, into the crescent-shaped grooves Jimin knew were still imprinted on his palms. “You keep having to drag me along and pick me back up again.” (Part 3 of the sin series)

Jimin gets an unexpected present.

It's been years since Yoongi's last seen him and the younger boy is a shell of his former self in a way that makes his heart twist in his chest. And yet, after all this time and countless days of convincing himself to let him go, he's still unconditionally, head over heels in love with Park Jimin.

There are only two things (that Yoongi knows of) that Jimin hates: cold weather and baths.

“Yoongi-hyung, what are you thinking about?”

“How to dispose of all your bodies once I’ve killed you."

Two years ago, Yoongi swore he would leave and never turn back. But he’s always been a bit of a hypocrite. And so he picks up the pistol again and braces himself for the worst. (Hitman!AU)

_ Jimin cups his hands together and brings them up to his mouth, exhaling hot air into them and rubbing them together in an attempt to get some warmth from the friction. His teeth are chattering, and despite being wrapped up in Yoongi's big white fur coat, he's still freezing cold. It has to be around negative 10 degrees out._

jimin makes it a habit of walking in on yoongi and someone during school.

First kill is an irrational mistake made of trembling fingers, sweaty palms and regret, maybe even guilt.

Jimin has too smart a mouth for his own good and it doesn't go well with a certain grumpy driver.

Yoongi is careless over a test and ends up with Jimin tutoring him. Yoongi's sure he's never talked to someone this much in months but he can't say he finds it as annoying or frustrating as he thought he would.

Jimin gets lost in Seoul and gets on the wrong bus.

Jimin is a novice pickpocket in the streets of Hongdae. Yoongi is his target.

Jimin has never really been all that good at basketball.

Yoongi thinks that photography is all he needs to make his days in college a bit more interesting. And then he meets Park Jimin.

Yoongi's always been Jimin's self-proclaimed body guard, whether it was against others or himself. Jimin finds himself not hesitant one tiny bit in returning the favor. And Yoongi honestly thinks that once upon a time, one too many angels fell from the sky.

in which Jimin is of the rare human species and his future doctor instincts would not allow his conscience to overlook the scent of smoke that clings to the Very Attractive Barista at that café near campus.

As a romance novelist, one would think Min Yoongi would have his own romantic life sorted out a little more than he actually did. Because instead of being in a happy, nauseating relationship, Yoongi was juggling both a one-sided crush and some punk who lived downstairs.

Yoongi's all for one night stands. They're quick, convenient and straight to the point, without all the hassle of relationships and mushy feelings involved.

In reality, things don't always turn out as you expect. And this is Yoongi’s story of how his string of hook ups fucked him up, and not in the way he wanted.

Yoongi waits a lifetime for Jimin.

Yoongi had wiped away countless tears in the moments before his flight left (he'd made fun of Jimin for crying more than Yoongi's own mother) promising to write to him and to skype him often too. Swearing up and down that they wouldn't lose touch.

"I’ve never met someone who’d actually pour his heart into making sure every drunk ass would get home safely."

“You wouldn’t happen to be hungry too, would you?” Yoongi takes a few steps back into his apartment before jerking his head in the direction of the dining room. “Are you coming in or what?”

aka the invite that sparked everything

in which jimin works at a café and yoongi strolls in after closing hours but jimin is too entranced by this stranger to tell him to leave

October 13th. The group had mutually agreed on a "no-presents" policy, but something in Yoongi’s mind had kept nagging him to do something extra for Jimin's birthday.

In which Jimin becomes a god, Yoongi is a god, Taehyung summons a god (well, he tries to) and Jeongguk is completely done.

Jimin is an opportunist and so is Yoongi.

Yoongi watches Jimin slowly wither, because less of him is more beautiful and the flesh on his bones is nothing but meat waiting to be cut away.

1000 text messages, 55 photo attachments, 3 years. 0 responses.

yoongi kept looking at the sky and it wouldn't answer,

but maybe the sun was there all along.

Park Jimin thinks he's landed a job in a departmental store, but it turns out that he is forced against his will by his boss to stand awkwardly beside an escalator and hand out flyers advertising the store's one day sale for eight hours on end.

Just when he thinks things won't be getting any worse, the slacker whose job is simply to lounge at the wine counter keeps coming to make sarcastic remarks at him.

It’s been three years.

It’s been three years and they’ve already ascended from Rookie King to Gayo King but here they still are, still playing this goddamn game.

(It's all been going fine and dandy so far, though, except that next up is Min Yoongi, and his opponent just happens to be Park Jimin.)

Min Yoongi hasn't eaten a single cinnamon roll in his life, but when Kim Seokjin coerces him to head to the bakery and buy some, he finds the sweetest of them all.

They say you can't measure a person the way you do boxes of 1000 won Pepero - in numbers.

But if only you could, then as much as Min Yoongi hates to admit it, Park Jimin would be worth very many ones and zeros.

(Thrift Store/College AU, in which struggling programming student Min Yoongi nearly spontaneously combusts over the binary code and agonizes over a certain frustratingly adorable redhead.)

Yoongi hates the taste of chocolate - used to, that is.

(Chocolate, Yoongi realises, is an acquired taste.)

yoongi can't quite stop painting jimin.

two and a half weeks into his job, and park jimin finds himself praying to the heavens (and also, that strange beggar-like man in the corner who just keeps staring), to let him live.

(it's actually not so bad, but he finds himself in a strange, strange situation.)

min yoongi and park jimin are stuck in a chemistry lab doing a boring old experiment. it's cold as fuck, so yoongi helps himself, and in the process, jimin, to keep warm.

he glimpses a flash of bright red, and his face feels like it's on fire.

Park Jimin doesn't understand Min Yoongi, but he wants to.

“I just… Did someone in this room not just scream like they were about to be murdered?”

“Oh, that,” Taehyung says. “That was Jimin. He saw a spider.”

When you get that 3am call and nothing is ever the same again.

Yoongi and Jimin have broken up, but still have to pretend to be together in front of family and friends :D (for this prompt: Post-breakup, have-to-pretend-to-still-be-in-a-relationship trope! They have to keep up appearances around friends/family/whatever for the night, but spend the whole time sniping at each other when nobody is watching.)

Prompt: Yoongi is a barista at a coffee shop and is convinced he makes the best latte art around. Another coffee shop opens up down the street, and he starts to hear about Jimin, their smiley barista whose latte art customers are raving about.

Yoongi and Jimin meet for the first time as they wait under an awning for the rain to pass.

Park Jimin doesn't understand Min Yoongi, but he wants to.

troublemaker/good kid au Me and my buddies vandalized your backyard trampling your mini garden in the process. Now I feel really shitty cause you’re really upset about this. Look I’ll help fix it okay just stop with the sad faces.

prom au

yoonmin fic where yoongi gets a tongue piercing

"i've seen the way you look at me when you think i won't notice."

yoongi who gets teased by the members because he keeps sneaking into jimin's bed

yoonmin and sign language

“I’m a bartender and I have to cut you off after a certain amount because you’re drinking to forget your ex and I end up calling you a cab”

"Kiss me before we get frostbite, asshole."

au drabble about a universe where you don't see color until you meet your soul mate

yoongi has never been good at talking, and words have always sounded so much more beautiful when he writes them, but no matter how he uses them, words can be hard when you have something important to say. aka yoongi is a writer and jimin is his boyfriend

jimin and yoongi are stretched out on opposite ends of the soft couch in yoongi’s suite lounge, the length of the couch just short enough that their legs overlap, jimin’s heels digging into yoongi’s shins. after a crap day at work, his campus job in the cafeteria where, today, he had to swipe meal cards for four hours straight, sitting on a too-small stool next to the door, jimin can’t sit still. he keeps fidgeting while he’s rambling, pushing his heels deeper into yoongi’s legs, or jerking his body back so his calves smack against yoongi’s feet.

Min Yoongi lives in a small town with nothing but his little band of friends and basketball every Thursday until something enters his life in the form of a Park Jimin. Sure he's nothing but a timid little guy at first, but slowly Yoongi learns that the arms wrapped around his waist in every bicycle ride on the way home means more to the both of them.

Two brothers trying to take over the family business that just happens to be one of Asia’s biggest crime syndicate, all the while learning that betrayal comes from the very person that you ever love the most.

Summer before college was supposed to be Yoongi's last bid for freedom but Park fucking Jimin single-handedly ruins his plans.

Jimin pauses with his marker inches away from the cup, because — is he really going to do this? Isn’t it a bit old-fashioned to write something flirty on a coffee cup? But no matter what his churning gut says about danger and what the hell are you doing do you want to die, this guy is — with no better way to put it — totally Jimin’s Type with a capital T.

(Or: Jimin accidentally starts a nickname war with the cute blonde who likes his coffee way too bitter.)

Jimin lets him bend him — break him — mould him into any shape Yoongi wants — even likes it more than he admits. But Yoongi knows better than to think he’s the one in control.

Because he isn't. Not really.

(Or: Yoongi’s back from a business trip and Jimin has a surprise for him.)

In a world where almost everyone is born without one of the five senses, finding your soulmate means finally being able to experience everything the world has to offer for the first time.

There's not much difference between pain and beauty, you just have to look closely to spot it.....

or wait until it hits you in the face.

Over the time Yoongi had been with Jimin he’d learnt how to play. When to push and when to pull. Jimin likes being in control but so does Yoongi, maybe that’s why this game is so fun. You never know who’s going to win.

Sometimes Yoongi wonders whether it would be easier if he was born like this. If he knew nothing else but this. If he didn’t have to grow up in a world of colour, only to have it snatched away so suddenly.

After all, you can’t miss what you never had, right?

Yoongi doesn't usually plan surprises, which is probably why the one time he does he almost gives his boyfriend a heart attack.

Wherein emotionally constipated and cold math teachers can be poetic and muscular gym teachers can be soft and gentle.

Well, if it wasn't for the emotionally constipated part of that equation.

Out of all the possible outcomes Jimin had thought of when walking into a strip club, waking up next to a stripper definitely wasn't one of them.

Though, he couldn't really complain.

All it takes is a little push to finally express your feelings to someone, sometimes that push happens to be because someone else doesn't realise what they have. (Part 1 of CollegeTan Sonyeondan)

Park Jimin was good at his job. He didn't need to ask what his boss needed, he just knew. He could read his boss like a book with pictures, it was that easy. However, Jimin hadn't really prepared himself for what to do in the instance that said boss asked to be fucked. By him.

Park Jimin was good at his job, and as Min Yoongi's personal assistant, he couldn't let him down now, could he?

The title of Oracle comes with great power, but greater sacrifices. No one is supposed to know of them, but Jungkook manages to find out and swears to save Taehyung from the chains the world had cast him in.

One day, Yoongi's world crashes, but that's ok, because he has help rebuilding it.

Sometimes, Jimin doesn't know his own limits. Thankfully, others do.

Yoongi never asked for his coffee to be full of drugs, but, then again, he didn't ask for the drink in the first place.

Daily Dispatch’s copyboy Park Jimin is hiding something. Rising star reporter Min Yoongi is going to find out what it is. (vague smallville au, seoul ver.)

day one of kink bingo: anonymity (Part 1 of kink bingo)

They stared at each other for a while, not taking their eyes off their reflections, as if they were both studying the other. Then, the dog smiled. No – Yoongi shook his head – dogs don't smile, he thought, quirking an eyebrow up. He kept looking at the dog. It really looked like it was smiling, though.

There's the family you're born with, and the one you chose to live the best moments of your life. But balance is hard to keep.

The one in which Jimin is a teacher, and Yoongi falls in love.

Yoongi needs Jimin more than he'd like to admit. (Part 1 of only fools fall for you)

Yoongi works late at the studio, and Jimin falls asleep on the couch. (Part 2 of only fools fall for you)

Tumblr Prompt: I’ve had a crush on you for a long time and finally gathered up enough courage to confess but someone else answers the door for you and I know you don’t have a roommate. (Part 3 of only fools fall for you)

They’ve done this before. Yoongi loves toys, and he loves using them on Jimin even more, experimenting, making him come, marking his skin red and blue. But usually this was in the privacy of closed doors and messy sheets.

Not out here.

It's only when Yoongi's changing out of his clothes and opening the shower faucet to warm up the water that the weirdness of the situation hits him. There is a prostitute in his dorm. Eating his popcorn. Watching his guilty pleasure K-drama, when it's his birthday.

Yoongi sighs. He's definitely going to stab Hoseok or whoever was behind this with multiple flaming candle sticks.

i'll throw up flowers while you throw away my love.

i know you protect me a lot and you always say you don't mind but are you sure you don't mind hyung? it makes me feel weak and i know i am because that boy over there told me so and i don't think you know how much i appreciate you but i do hope you know how much i love you

There are a lot of car washes in the area that could do a better job, but not all of them have Park Jimin as an employee. So Yoongi keeps coming back.

Jimin was a constant in Yoongi's life, until one day he wasn't.

Everyone semi-expected it to be Yoongi’s fault if/when they broke up. And to a certain extent, they did too. But it was Jimin who cheated on Yoongi. It was Jimin who broke the relationship that had been deemed lost from the start.

Yoongi was a piece of shit. He knew that, his son knew that. Now, he has to tell his Husband too.

or

Yoongi cheats on Jimin and their son Jeongguk finds out and it completely kills him inside because, wow, he really fucked up.

Jimin comes home and everything falls apart

Jimin can think of a million ways to spend a four hour bus trip to Haeundae Beach, none of which involve sitting next to Min Yoongi two months after breaking up with him.

After the untimely death of his older brother, Min Yoongi suddenly becomes the only possible guardian for his six-year-old niece. Having no idea how to care for a child, Yoongi struggles to juggle the trauma of losing a sibling, staying strong for his niece, and working hard at his multiple jobs. But just when he feels like he’s barely keeping his head above water, help arrives in the form of a first grade teacher named Park Jimin.

Jimin is a prince and heir to the throne.

Yoongi lives in the kingdom, becomes captivated with the prince, and shows him that friendship and love can be the greatest adventures of all.

yoongi knows when jimin calls him, it's only for one thing.

for the prompt “suga is a rapper and jimin is a painter. suga stops by the art studio and before jimin knows it, he’s his new muse.”

jimin has never had much luck keeping people around.

yoongi and jimin have a conversation.

"soulmate au where flowers bloom on your skin (like tattoos) in the places your soulmate touches you. maybe they need a few days to grow and bloom, maybe it's instantaneous, maybe it depends on their relationship or how long they’ve known each other."

Yoongi calls Jimin his sweetheart and Jimin really loves that. (Part 1 of yoonmin high school au)

Jimin and Yoongi share a milkshake. (Part 2 of yoonmin high school au)

Yoongi post-breakup accidentally sets out two sets of dinner plates, and he gets from A to B in the span of a week.

Yoongi and Jimin share a kiss, and it leads them through a turmoil of confusion and self-discovery. Yoongi's patience is especially tested.

Jimin makes it look like magic, because Yoongi sees nobody but him.

Yoongi and Jimin bicker over astronauts and dragons.

“Hyung, I’m telling you now, you’re two thousand times better than anyone else in that department is. You’ve just never given yourself a chance to show it off.”

It’s almost worth suffering for the rare moments where Jimin treats him with dignity, treats him with such love and care that he never knew existed.

Jimin's pretty sure Taehyung's an idiot for letting Yoongi go. He just won't say it.

Yoongi gives Jimin his freedom back when they break up, and doesn't realise that he gains his own freedom as well. (That's it, that's the fic.)

If you dwell on the bad, you miss the good.

It's always the happiest ones that suffer the most, but Yoongi didn't think he was all that happy in the first place. Not until he meets Jimin, at least.

No matter how many times he leaves, Yoongi always manages to find his way back.

Jimin really really really didn't want to be here. Haunted houses weren't exactly his idea of a good way to spend their Saturday night. But they had to support Seokjin, so he couldn't weasel his way out of it. He just didn't expect it to be a lot more fun than he originally thought.

When Jimin woke up that morning, he was sure it was going to be an extra good day. Then he forgot it was his birthday. Still, it turned out to be one of those extra specially good days.

To Jimin, Min Yoongi became somewhat of a fascination. Enough of a fascination that, during one of his better days, when he feels happy and confident and like he could take on the entire world, he waits until school lets out and slips a single note in Yoongi’s locker—I think you’re sweet like sugar. (Part 2 of When life gives you elephants...)

Jimin is a sex worker who receives from one of his clients the proposition of a lifetime.

_ A series of Yoonmin stories, taking inspiration from: music, university, road trips, alcohol and love._

Yoongi has dated... one person. And that person fucked him over. When he gets a wedding invitation from none other than yours truly, he RSVPs, not realizing that there's a plus one. He applies to a matchmaking service to try and fill up his "date" for the night: he doesn't think that you're supposed to fall in love with your matchmaker, though.

Yoongi is a Keeper. Jimin thinks so too.

"My hell was my life. There were no fiery pits or screaming souls or any of that shit that everyone seems to think hell is. There was none of that. Just me....trapped inside the miserable shell of a life I had tried so hard to end."

“Why on earth are you wearing leather pants?”

“Well, I thought that this was more like the people you hung out with soooo.”

Somewhere between fake basketball matches and even faker marriages, Park Jimin learns that camp is for fun, and summer is for butterflies.

weltschmerz: meaning world-pain or world-weariness

It's not cute being lonely and forgotten on your birthday, just ask Park Jimin.

Jimin doesn't expect being suddenly evicted from his apartment right before his senior year of college. He also doesn't expect to move in with his quiet neighbor.

Jimin is alone in the dorms and jerks off while thinking about his hyungs.

jimin falls apart between the strain in his arms and yoongi's mouth ghosting over his skin.

Five times Jimin helped someone, and one time Yoongi helps Jimin.

Jimin gets a little handsy (on accident!) (he's not a pervert!).

all really cute and fluffy shots that are set in the yoonmin blind date verse (expect a lot of silly and cute).

_It's only when Yoongi's changing out of his clothes and opening the shower faucet to warm up the water that the weirdness of the situation hits him. There is a prostitute in his dorm. Eating his popcorn. Watching his guilty pleasure K-drama, when it's his birthday.

Yoongi sighs. He's definitely going to stab Hoseok or whoever was behind this with multiple flaming candle sticks._

Yoongi doesn't take requests. Jimin doesn't take no for an answer.

Jimin gets lost in Seoul and gets on the wrong bus.

in which yoongi and jimin share a kink! and enjoy it.

min yoongi photographs beauty, which is why park jimin doesn’t understand why yoongi takes photos of him because he’s so far from beautiful.

a collection of drabbles based on prompts i've received on peach! i will be updating relationships/ratings upon more chapters being added.

yoongi has always known it, already knew it all along, or so he guessed.

At first, Yoongi didn’t give much thought about the new roommate guy who’s going to live with them soon. He just inwardly prayed to himself that new guy wouldn’t disturb his peaceful napping time or being annoyingly loud all the time.

‘ㅇ ㄷ ㅇ?’

when jimin got this strange message, at first he thought it was taehyung who sent it because, wasn’t this some kind of alien language? signs? keywords? um, no clue. everything’s possible when it’s about kim taehyung.

and for once he figures that yoongi's right. that the only way to live is without any rules.

It's safe to say Jimin is a bit of an exhibitionist.

When he puts up flyers at the local university stating he needs a model for his artwork and will pay in cash, he doesn’t expect there to be much interest when under requirements he lists ‘must be comfortable with nude posing.’

What does surprise Yoongi is that someone actually shows up at his doorstep a week later.

For a variety show challenge, Jimin must tell Yoongi every day for 100 days that he loves him.

Let's get this shit started.

They're barefoot on the beaches, doing their best to enjoy every version of youth they're granted. (or: Jimin and Yoongi fall in love at different intervals while travelling around the world)

If you can still feel the pain, you're just not getting hit hard enough.

On a planet that you're all too familiar with, but at the same time you'll never know, Jimin watches its greatest tragedy unfold. Amidst it is Yoongi, Jimin's lover by technical terms, who's always further away than physical presence would state, too easily lost in the galaxies beyond his own. In his attempt to quantify the universe, he demonstrates the untold dangers of dreaming, while all Jimin can do is behold.

Yoongi gets drunk, as usual, and texts the wrong person. Jimin is on the recieving end of this man's stream of messages.

Jimin opened his eyes, not because of the stew— well, not exactly. He opened his eyes because he wasn’t sure why he could smell it. There was a manner of reasons: he couldn’t conjure a bowl of kimchi jjigae from his mind's eye, that was for sure, and definitely not while asleep. He couldn’t have sleepwalked his way onto the Seoul Metro to get there, especially in his groggy state of sickness.

Yoongi doesn’t dislike Jimin, he just...doesn’t quite understand him. Park Jimin doesn’t fit the overall aesthetic of Needlepoint--he’s small and cheery and shows up to work in preppy clothing and as far as Yoongi’s aware he doesn’t have a single tattoo. How it is that people wait months to be inked by an artist without any tattoos of his own baffles Yoongi, but Jimin is unquestionably one of the more popular artists he works with. He’d asked a few of the other artists at various times about Jimin, if there were some secret wild side to him, if maybe he really was a badass but never when Yoongi’s around. But they all said mostly the same thing--he’s a little chipper teddy bear who works hard and loves what he does. And really, that should be enough for Yoongi.

So of course, it really isn’t.

“Jiminnie-” Yoongi saw the younger turned to him in curious eyes. Yoongi loved how Jimin always looked curious when the rapper called him. But he brushed the thought for now. There was something more important to be talked. “I see you get closer to Jungkook now.” Yoongi coughed a little bit. He tried to hide everything that might be readable on his face. He never really told Jimin about he’s being jealous because hell, he got some pride to be kept.

“Hm?” Jimin still looked at Yoongi with his innocent eyes, “I have always been close with Jungkookie, hyung.”

“Oh yea.” Yoongi nodded slightly, “Right.” Yes, it was indeed right.

Jimin thinks they broke up because Yoongi got tired of him, but a box of letters he finds underneath his bed tells an entirely different story.

Namjoon really, really wants to kiss Hoseok.

Yoongi is a little pissed off...okay, a lot pissed off. He was the god damn "Tooth Fairy" and here he was getting trapped. By a human. This was not going to help his reputation at home with the Fae. Not at all.

Yoongi didn't notice that there was actually a boy his age living next door to him. He didn't notice until the boy turned out to be in his class on their first day of second grade. For all the things Yoongi noticed about Jimin, there were a million more things he never did.

But all Yoongi really wants to know is why Jimin always lies.

A 90 year old Yoongi reflects on his life with Jimin as he remembers back to the day when they had their first big fight as newleyweds. That had been a turning point in their marriage and Yoongi was thankful everyday, even in his old age, that the ahjusshi had been there to talk some sense into him. Songfic based off the song The Good Stuff by Kenny Chesney.

getting a fake boyfriend while your real boyfriend looks on to the side and pretends to be someone else has got to be one of the worst ideas jimin's ever heard. yet, here he is, doing exactly just that, and jimin has to wonder what in the ever loving hell did he get himself into.

may 27 2016 ∞
sep 25 2016 +