#aged up yoonmin

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Oxytocin | Jeon Jungkook (M)

 ❂ The Secret Garden

⁂ Hosted by Professor Dia through @bangtansorciere

⤐ AU Type/Trope: Summer Nights Dream - Arranged Marriage AU

⤐ Theme: Mutual Pining + Age Gap

⤐ Kink: begging, exhibitionism, clit spanking, blindfolding, delayed orgasm, overstimulation, light bondage, cum play, impreg.

Pairing: Jeon Jungkook x reader

Genre: smut | fluff | humour | frenemies au | nepo babies au

Word Count: 5.8k

Warnings/Tags: infidelity, grey-ish morals, horny but vanilla-sih, squirting, oral (f. receiving), slight degradation talk, 10 year gap (JK is in mid 30s), lowkey Yoonmin are a thing, lots of bickering, idiots in love tbh.

Rating: 18+

Summary: You don't ever seem to be able to stray too far away from each other. There's no way to backtrack once it's been set in motion, as long as you're both still breathing, you don't even think of leaving. What would people say if they were to listen through the walls?

A/N: Happy JK day I guess. This piece is- something else. Hope you enjoy! See you in a few days with another fic!

Jungkook has proven to be a heavy sleeper, if the way you are able to roam around his whole penthouse was any indicator of that.

There’s barely any light outside the window as you collect your discarded clothing from around his bedroom’s floor, making quick work of getting it on you before looking at yourself in the mirror, deeming yourself presentable enough to catch a ride home. It wasn’t as much of a secret as everyone else would have thought it would be. Both of you got yourselves a privilege like that. 

It wasn’t even planned as much as you had regularly wanted your hookups to be– something that had been deeply rooted for by your publicist, something along the lines of keeping the family image. Letting loose wasn’t exactly something people like you get the opportunity to do without risking more than there is to win out of those types of situations, so you refrained from it. But Jeon Jungkook was similar to you in that way, although a few years older than yourself– almost ten, as he is in his mid thirties, he too, had grown up in such an elite family, drowned by rules and responsibilities that limited the way he interacted with those around him. The ability to ruin his reputation with a hookup was as much yours as it was his, something akin to keeping a knife at each other’s throats waiting for a misstep to happen. 

It was supposed to be a fun and harmless night out, a bunch of your college friends and yourself going out for drinks and dancing to celebrate all of you getting into your desired Masters’ programmes– you suppose they really had something other than money and power to celebrate for their achievements. 

“You don’t look too happy for someone who managed to get into one of the most exclusive business administration internship programmes” Yoongi casually comments as he reclines himself in his seat, throwing whatever was left of his whiskey back. He had always been like that, quietly manoeuvring his way through, loud about his distaste for the system– you couldn’t help but always have a bit of a wall up around him. He smirks a knowing smile at your hesitation, one that you are never sure if it’s mocking you or himself “You don’t have to be so terrified of me you know? I won’t unnecessarily call you a rich asshole, Y/N. We are friends are we not?”  

You groan at his remark, feeling like perhaps just for today you could leave all care down the drain, allow yourself that much. Yoongi would never be the type to hurt you after all those years– not with everything you had witnessed him put himself through in your college years, yet the what ifs can’t seem to leave your mind. You take a gulp out of your drink, feeling the alcohol burn your throat “Look at them! They actually have something to celebrate! My dad just made a few calls and now I get to shadow Jeon Jungkook in his company duties for my dissertation. I wouldn’t exactly call that hard work, would you?” 

“So perhaps all of us worked harder to get where you are, but whatever work you actually put into it, is all yours, YN” you feel a whine ripped from your throat at that “Y/N, you know, the only reason I’m your friend, over the bunch of other rich kids at our school is because you are actually aware of the privilege you’ve got, and that speaks volumes about you deserving such an opportunity. I can’t even get mad at you for getting it instead of me” 

You feel your cheeks get redder at the thought of him trying to get into your programme only to be disposed of it because of a call your dad made. “God- I’ll quit and give to you Yoongi just-”

He dismissed you with his hand “I’ll be around, I got into Kim Namjoon’s programme, couldn’t ask for a better option, have you seen the man?”

You can’t help but laugh “I don’t know what Jimin would have to say about that”

“He would agree with me, now go ahead and leave me be, go dance a well deserved dance with your friends, Y/N”

 And you had really  intended to do just that at first, at least for the whole thirty seconds walking up to the stage until your eyes caught a much too familiar frame– speak of the devil, Jeon Jungkook.   He wasn’t that much of a party-goer, whatever lame excuse you had already heard tumbling from his lips at one of those high end business dinners your dad is constantly dragging you to– some mix of interests  and being already too old for it, all while the rest of men lounging out and about laughed politely, greying hairs on their heads as they encourage him to  still be young and enjoy life. 

“Didn’t think I would see you on such a low budget scene, are Jeon enterprises doing well?” you stand behind the much taller man, drink in hand and you can almost see the roll of his eyes before he even so much as turns around– your interest in the man is no secret to anyone, not even himself as he constantly declines your offers, claiming the ten year gap to be quite a deterrent, having only stopped once his engagement to a foreign heiress closer to his age was made public. 

“Miss Y/N, I’ll have you know the business is as prosperous as it could be” he’s holding a drink of his own as he signals for you to follow him to the secluded area he had most likely arrange for himself just down the bar, being quick to take a seat right after you did “If anything, it is you I would be surprised to see here”

You try to shrug it off, not really the one to bring up your rather costly upbringings into what you deem your daily life “I’m a college student after all”

“I heard you got into your desired Masters programme, congratulations on that” there’s something else sparkling in his eyes– a way in. Whether he would blame it on the alcohol later on, let you down slowly for the uptenth time, whatever glimmer in his eyes show up as he sips his whiskey, tailored suit begging to be ripped apart, was nothing but a chance you refuse to let go. 

You move yourself closer to where he’s sitting, purposely touching his thighs, rock hard under your touch as you feel him twitch, gaze stoic as usual, one of his large hands finding rest on the small of your back as you lean into him “I’m thinking your place, before any of us put much thought into it”

The man is quick to set up something right there and then from his phone, quickly getting the both of you to your feet, guiding you outside and into an awaiting Mercedes which is pulled up to an all too familiar curb. The walk inside is distinctly Jungkook. Quiet and appeased before the door is slammed closed, hands all over your body, trying to rid the both of you of your clothes. 

The tips of his fingers rest on the back of your dress “Can I?”

“Why do you alway gotta be so poised, huh?” you take over his hands, ripping the fabric, exposing your naked body to him before you’re pushing him into the couch, gesturing for him to do the same “We’re going behind your fiancee Jungkook, treat me like the slut I have every right to be treated like'' 

His lips find yours in the lewdest way possible as you straddle his lap, already glistening folds undoubtedly staining his underwear as you rock yourself against him in need for any type of friction as he grows harder by the second, one of his hands coming to your hips to halt the movement “What is it that you want from me, Y/N”

“Anything” you lean yourself towards him, lips brushing his as your breath fans his mouth and you’re almost sure he could miss the words that tumble from your lips “Everything”

“God Y/N you can’t just go and try to collect all of father’s friends like this, what would your parents say huh?” his hand on your hip has started to redirect your moves against him as he has freed the tip of his cock just enough to let it graze against your folds– barely teasing “I’m ten fucking years older than you are– I am about to be your motherfucking teacher for godsake” 

“Oh-Oh god I’ll have you anyway Jungkook, don’t you- ah, don’t you get that?”

One of your hands comes down to rid him of his underwear, you wouldn’t even need to pump him hard as you position your cunt against his cock, letting barely the tip slip inside, both your hands resting atop of his biceps, feeling his heart thumping against your palms– a dream come true. “Even if it means me getting married and having to fuck you at the weirdest times? Huh? After having told Areum I would stay at the office working late? Wouldn’t you just love for me to fuck you while I blatantly lie to my wife?”

“Ah- fuck Jungkook, yeah” you close your eyes in delight at the way that your hips meet his in an unpracticed movement, letting your mind run wild at the way he seems to really have thought all of through “We could- we could always have the new years’ gala for ourselves, business trips, whatever, just fucking- treat me like the whore I’m meant to be– your whore” 

“What if an article goes out huh? Your father would ruin me” 

His pace picks up and you’re almost left out of breath as you struggle to find the words of whatever thought you try to voice “It’s not like I couldn’t buy off every reporter that could ruin me-us”

“What if Areum were to find us?” You feel him shudder, cock twitching inside you as soon as the words leave his mouth– can’t help but wonder if the thought itself is enough to have him let go inside you.

You open your eyes to look straight back at him, your walls clenching around him at the same time as you feel him starting to paint your walls white, a smile drawn on your face. Checkmate “Oh but isn’t that the best part?”

Monday morning doesn’t seem to come quick enough as classes start once again, not even the breezy morning can seem to scratch the smirk off of your face as you watch Jungkook walk into the lecture building, fitted pants hugging his thighs deliciously, black dress shirt nicely tucked in, hair styled back gently ruffled by the wind– has you wondering just how much greater he would look all fucked out like he did just a few days prior. You can’t help but wonder now that things have settled down and he’s about to be your main tutor– would he fuck you in his office? Leave the door the tadest bit open so anyone could hear, hands all over your body, grading papers long forgotten. 

It’s Jimin’s voice the one that takes you back to reality, incredulously sipping his morning tea “I still can’t believe you ate that”

“Oh I didn’t do the eating, that’s for sure”

“TMI Y/N!”

Jungkook’s Master programme basically consisted of a general lecture– which you are grateful to attend next to Yoongi, along with the evening set apart for the internship and research part of it, quite unsure of just how exactly it would mean, although rather stoic and uninterested, the man himself is the one to pull you out of the questioning.

Class had just been wrapped up as Jungkook found himself collecting his materials, head hanging low, barely glancing your way as he spoke “We can take my car to the office, I’ll just need to have you sign the internship contract and you’re good to go for the day” 

You hum noncommittally, quickly changing the topic, hoping to catch him off guard “Would you call off your engagement if I asked daddy to drop the lawsuit against your company?”

Jungkook is soon looking at you quizzically, glasses barely slipping down his nose “You can’t just say those things out loud, Y/N” He makes do of going back to organising his papers “What if someone hears? And please don’t call your dad like that” 

You stand your ground as you get close to where he’s standing, pressing yourself against the desk “Why? Want to keep the nickname reserved for yourself?”

His eyes glimmer with something akin to want– even if he makes the greatest effort of not looking as affected as you guess he is, even more so as he approaches you even further, lips barely above yours as his fingers keep your chin in place “You’re about to learn how the world moves outside that pretty little head of yours, Y/N”

Day at Jeon Enterprises prove to be much harder than you could possible picture them being beforehand– it was really no secret how Jungkook’s company rivaled your family’s, which would have been expected of him to torture you with work even the slightest, perhaps in terms of personal amusement. 

“Hey Jungkook, I can’t seem to reach the supplier for-” Jungkook clears his throat twice, making you raise your gaze to look at the room you had just entered, fully engrossed on the papers you were holding as part of yet another extremely complex task you had taken upon just to prove it to yourself, eyes falling on the one person that could cause you such heartache– Areum, Jungkook’s fiancee. You’re quick to backtrack and try to mend the correct politeness you’re supposed to keep while working “...sir”

Jungkook’s voice is stern as he sits across from his partner, eyes unable to leave your figure as he does so “It’s fine, Y/N, just leave the papers on my desk and I’ll get to them on due time” 

You can’t even force a smile to paint on your face as you bow down dismissing yourself from the room, retreating in an effort to not let each and every thought about actions and consequences cloud your mind enough to have you messing up. 

“Did daddy’s money buy her a place on your programme?” Areum mentions once the door is closed behind you, a sting to her voice that has Jungkook sighing tiredly “I wonder how many pants she’s gotten into since she got here” 

“That’s my student you’re talking about, Areum” his stoic demeanour is enough to  bring the comments to a halt, even more so as he raises from where he was previously sitting, back facing her as he goes through the papers on his desk “That would be all then” 

The wind picks up as soon as you’re stepping outside the coffeeshop, two containers in hand. You can’t seem to grow accustomed to the brief walk involved in having to come into the office after class hours. The whole debacle seemed uninteresting for the mere twenty minutes it takes to walk from the library to fetch Jungkook’s evening coffee, and into the building. Uninteresting, at least until your phone dings with a message from Jimin as soon as you make it into the elevator. You can’t help the bubbly laugh that escapes your lips as soon as you read the headline to the link your friend had sent. Renowned CEO of Jeon Enterprises, Jeon Jungkook, calls of engagement to heiress Kim Areum via Official Press Release. 

It is no news to see Jungkook hunched over his desk, glasses perched on his nose as he annotates whatever newly finished document has been left on his desk– you can’t help but wonder how exactly does the man manages to keep an unresponsive character even through something as grand as his recent breakup, yet you guess you owe to give it the same amount of importance.

You place the freshly brewed cup of coffee in front of him, apart enough from his documents so as to not cause an accident and you can’t help the words slipping from your mouth, the tingling sensation of hope taking over your whole body “Congrats on the newly found bachelorhood” you make your way to stand behind his chair as he turns around to look up at you with veiled amusement in his eyes, the smallest of smirks on his lips “I’m sure you’ll soon make it back to the number one spot on the ‘Most Seeked After Bachelors’ ” 

Jungkook fixes his glasses before once again turning his back to you, diving straight back into work “Not that it is any relevant” 

You can’t shake the misplaced emotions that the knowledge of Jeon Jungkook being single produces within you– no stranger to the nature of them after the awkward dancing around each other you two had a history of. Can’t even wipe the smile off of your face as lunch break comes around and Yoongi takes a seat beside you in the company’s cafeteria. “Now that you’re technically one of us, and not your rich self, will you be attending the fundraising gala?” 

Just as you’re about to answer, Yoongi’s advisor walks up to your table, nodding in acknowledgement “Ms. Y/N, mind if I steal Yoongi for a few minutes?”

You wave your hands in dismissal “Oh- there’s no need- I’m here as an apprentice too, Namjoon-ssi” 

Attending the fundraising gala is as much of a chore as anything else pertaining to any company duties is– you guess it most certainly loses its sparkle if you’ve been an attendee most of your life. Press conferences, networking, dull tasting finger food and a dash of old money entering a metaphorical dick measuring contest. For years on end the only excuse to attend such things had been the chance of getting to greet and mingle with Jungkook– although unnecessary now that the nature of your relationship had changed, there’s a certain nostalgia that accompanies the act as you quietly bow to him as soon as you get inside, your father long gone from sight. 

“It’s a great way to take advantage of such networking events- standing here in the corner” you point out teasingly at the way Jungkook keeps to himself, nursing a glass of whiskey that is mostly just melting ice by then. 

“Eh I was entertaining myself as I waited for someone” there’s a smile on his lips as he places the glass down on a nearby counter, large hand reaching out for yours, caressing the inner part of your arm, lips pressed to your exposed shoulder as he gets himself closer to whisper in your ear “The downstairs bathroom seems appealing enough for today” 

Your father’s voice can barely be heard from downstairs near the garden, Jungkook’s presence, lips and cologne all occupying the most of your mind as he makes work of ridding you of enough clothes to gain access to your cunt, two fingers quickly lapping up your wetness and spreading your lips enough to insert themselves, a moan escaping your lips that is cut short by his own “Wouldn’t it be disrespectful to interrupt your father’s speech with the way his very own daughter is begging for dick just a floor below, huh?”

“A-ah Jungkook just move or something” His fingers halt their movement as he pinches your clit, earning a hiss out of you, his eyes shimmering teasingly at the way you keep on clutching tighter to his bicep. 

“Oh? What was that? Hands over the counter?” Jungkook barely makes an effort for you to comply, hands resting atop of the marble counter, legs spread as soon as his leg comes in between, cunt raised in the air for his own enjoyment. You can look at yourself in the mirror, feel yourself blush at the image of your exposed body, his figure fully dressed behind you as you rest your head against your arm once he continues his ministrations. You barely register the way he hitches your leg up next to your hand, gaining better access to the way his fingers curl inside you, against your walls as he thrusts his fingers deeper in a faster motion. 

“J-Jungkook just- p-please, I need-ah” 

“Need what, baby?” he retreats his fingers in favour of his palm brushing against your folds, a breeze of cold air has you shivering for a fraction of  a second before he brings his palm forward, slapping your clit twice in the motion, a grunt from him and a whine from you and he’s bringing his hand to spit on it before doing it once again, eliciting the same response from your body, knees threatening to give out “What is it that you need, Y/N?”

“Ah- just please please anything- you” You barely miss the lewd image from the mirror as Jungkook kneels down behind you, lapping up your juices teasingly, not going as far as a teasing kitten lick at your folds before he reclines back, a breath in your voice “I need you, Jungkook, please”

Jungkook buries his face in between your legs, tongue pushing inside you as his deft fingers continue to nip at your clit, esporadically slapping the bud in an effort to work you up harder, movements combined enough to have your juices staining most of his chin, ruining the top part of his tailored suit as he fixes your dress, hoists your leg down and holds you close, completely fucked out as you regain yourself when he plants an open kiss to your mouth, letting you taste yourself on his lips. “God, you’re so beautiful like this” 

“I didn’t know you were signing a merger” you try to keep your tone casual as you walk up to your father, club in hand as he stares back at his game– golf had become a family activity for Sundays as soon as you were able to take over some of the company’s assets, serving as the only time you could talk with your dad– or at least as he half listened to you, mind and eyes glued to the ball. 

“Well you would know, had you not disappeared in the middle of my speech back at the gala” 

You can’t help but feel yourself grow warmer at the memory, clearing your throat and hoping your father has got no idea of the implication of your actions “I just thought you hated the Jeons” 

“As much as any other member of our family, sweetheart” Although always rocky, your family and the Jeons’ had always hold a great amount of respect for one another, able to see past petty familial matters and opting to recognise the business abilities that lie within, all the more reason to be certain that rumours were surely spreading out about the merger. Having grown up within such an apparatus, you had become accustomed to how things were supposed to be handled, business first, personal life second. “Jeon Jungkook breaking up his engagement couldn’t have been better timed as we seek for a perfect excuse that won’t cause our investors to grow suspicious”

“I’m not sure I follow, dad” 

“Marry that Jungkook kid, Y/N. I know you’ve got a soft spot for him” he is soon moving on to the next spot with a pat to your shoulder, no room for discussion. 

You don’t even bother to knock on Jungkook’s private office’s door as you let yourself in, finding him reading over documents as usual. There’s no true rage behind your actions, merely– confusion. Surely Jungkook had already known about it. Had to agree to it beforehand. Fucking around was nice, thrilling, the chase between the two, no use denying that you two shared something. Yet the talks on marriage were on a whole other level of whatever it was that you both had built as months went by. 

“So I’m guessing you’ve heard” Jeon Jungkook, poised as ever, barely half an emotion on his face, rids himself of his glasses as he motions for you to take a seat across from him. 

“I had no idea a man in his mid thirties could still be roped into an arrangement” 

“Marrying someone ten years younger– from a rival company, was most certainly not in the handbooks” he ditches his seat to hold himself near where you are seated, hands resting on his desk as he smiles down teasingly “Yet here we are” 

He leans down to hold your chin in between his fingers and you can feel yourself relax at the familiar way his mouth works over yours, the room becoming too stuffed the longer the both of you spend making out, hands working over clothes until they are promptly discarded, his shedded tie taking home around your eyes all the while.

His hands work the wonders you had already been a witness to as you feel a familiar tugging at the bottom of your stomach, only to let out an indignant huff as he removes himself, your orgasm at a grasping distance, taken away from you with a smile on his face; he positions himself on one knee as he slides himself in after pumping himself a few times, slipping a condom on his hardened member,  lips locking with yours, reclining against the cushioned expanse of the chair, your legs kicking up and around his torso as you grant him a better access to thrust into you before he is soon dragging you by your hips to straddle him, his mouth nipping at your breasts as one of his hands comes down to nip at your clit alongside the thrusts of his cock, holding your hips in place before– without much effort, he’s hoisting you up against the wall, thighs around him, a moan escaping your throat  as he continues to fuck into you– you can’t even find yourself being mad at how yet another orgasm is taken away from you at the movement. You don’t even seem to care the way that most of the blinds are drawn– even if you both are so high up it would be nearly impossible to see, the thought is right there. You can already feel your knees buckling before he’s pressing your back into the floor, ass up as he slides into you once more and you feel like it is too much, thighs trembling, sore clit, even as you feel yourself gushing once again at his ministrations. Jungkook is soon enough collapsing against your back, movement still as he finishes off inside the condom with a few deep thrusts, hands caging you in a futile attempt to keep the both of you from collapsing. 

His voice is close to your hair, gentle hands wiping you down even as you can swear you still see stars behind the dark velvety fabric around your head. “Don’t go expecting the work to get easier just because of this, Y/N” he’s helping you up and inside your clothes by the time he presses a kiss on the crown of your head before he retreats to his desk “You’ve got an engagement dinner to attend once you’re done with work for the day” 

You struggle to find your voice, the information barely registering “T-tonight?”

“Keep it up, Y/N, I’m supposed to be the old one between the two” there’s something else in the smile he throws your way, his sight never leaving you even as you cross the door to continue your duties for the day. 

Jungkook’s penthouse living room was packed with people from the office, along with a few familiar faces both from yours and his extended family, time had seemed to pass at an incredibly fast pace as you get congratulated, handed gifts and kept on getting questioned about a story you have yet to come up with. Not even the top tier champagne flutes have seemed to help ease the unsettling yet giddy feeling   in your tummy, feeling especially overwhelmed after Jungkook had delivered your outfit for the day inside a high end luxury brand box at the end of the day in the office, offered you a drive to his home and had gone as far as giving up most of his commodities for you to get ready in record time as he hosted the people that were already making their way to the celebration. 

“You know, when Namjoon said we had a company dinner, I most certainly did not expect to hear my best friend was getting married” Yoongi mentions as soon as you approach him, standingly idly beside a particularly costly piece of decorative art. 

You take yet another gulp out of your glass “You and me both”

Jimin is soon standing next to him, smile plastered on his face as he holds what you can only guess is his upteenth champagne flute “For someone that is being forced to marry a dude 10 years older, I don’t see you complaining much”

“The sex is great, Jiminie” his face is rapidly contorting into a disgusted feature that has you laughing out loud, a pair of hands coming up to hold you close to a body you have come to recognise as Jungkook’s, you barely turn your head towards him to watch him acknowledge the pair in a silent greeting. 

“Mind if I steal her for a second?”

Your hand is on Jungkook’s as he drags you down the hall to a rather familiar room, even as you hear Yoongi calling after you “She’s all yours now!”

It almost feels like a deja-vu, the way Jungkook’s lips are on yours as the both of you stand before his bed. Wandering hands all over both of your bodies, grabbing at all the right and already familiar places, as you separate yourself with a teasing smile on your face “Shouldn’t we wait until our honeymoon?” the mere phrase earns you an incredulous look from the man in front of you “Well- now that I know I’ll be getting one” 

Jungkook throws most of his body weight on you to sent you tumbling into the bed, kissing alongside your jaw as he discards your clothes with your help “God I can’t get enough of you, Y/N”

There’s a teasing glint in your eyes as you push your hips into his, asking for more friction “Then don’t” 

His lips are on yours in an instant, hands gripping yours as he– ever so carefully, secures them above your head with whatever piece of clothing had just been laying around. The dance is familiar in a way it hadn’t been before even after all this time, somehow even more intimate than it had ever been– even as the smallest fraction of your brain processes the fact that there is still a party going on downstairs, the tell tales of music barely reaching you as Jungkook absolutely ravishes your body, his member hard against you as the tip of his cock keeps on teasing your entrance, barely breaching only to be retreated once more “Ah-God Jungkook just put it in!” 

“So desperate for my cock, Y/N” he slaps his member against your clit a few times, enough to have you whimpering, wishing to undo the restraints in your wrists so you could position him and get it on with. He doesn’t seem to be in the more for any more teasing as he starts fucking into you, deep and hard, just the way he mostly does. This time around he doesn’t miss the chance to work himself quickly– you can feel him pulsing against your walls even more so as you clench down on him, earning an almost guttural groan from him as he cums inside, eyes closed, head resting hanging low, a pouty kiss on your lips “Ah- God- I can’t wait to fill you up with our kids”

“Ah- please Jungkook just-” you can’t help the whine that overrides you as some of his cum gushes out, only for him to gather it up and push it back inside with a few languid thrusts. 

The woman sitting across from Jungkook's office's coffee table is well put together– nothing that you wouldn’t have already expected for someone like him. She’s got what seems like a million papers inside binders, a practised smile plaster on her face as soon as she sits down. “So, what type of wedding are we thinking about? Summer weddings are-”

Jungkook takes your hand in his, a mischievous smile on his lips “Next week”

“Excuse me?”

The woman’s mouth is barely hanging from a surprisingly veiled expressing as soon as the words leave his mouth, yet Jungkook– much in Jungkook’s fashion, refuses to relent “I’m marrying Y/N next week”

“Mr Jeon, with all due respect, the costs and availability on such short notice-”

“I’m sure you’re aware, money is not an issue” 

One week later– not a second earlier or later, you’re standing at the altar, gorgeous white dress on your body, hands in your soon to be husband ones as he whispers sweet nothings in your ear. 

“...You may now kiss each other.” 

Jungkook’s personal assistant is quiet in the way that she briefly knocks on his office door before announcing herself “Mr Jeon, Y/N��s father is here, per your request” 

“Great, let him in”

Jungkook fixes himself a few times too many as your father takes a seat across from him at his desk, the image quite bizarre on its own, even more so as the two CEOs are seen talking in office hours, a feat not ever foreseen. 

Your father’s eyebrows shoot up at the request– the matters at hand. “You want to marry Y/N?” 

“I’m sure you understand how beneficial such a union would be for the both of us” Jungkook’s infamous poker face slips from a fraction of a second, long enough for your father’s interest to peak at the action as he continues to talk “I’m willing to throw away my three-year long engagement for Y/N”

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[mrs-monaghan]

Let's be real crowd was indeed hyped up more today. And it's not as a shade for JK nor anyone but because of TONY MONTANA. And it was not just crowd but whole army twt. TM was trending worldwide the minute we heard Jimin during sound check. People have been wanting a TM performance for ages and started manifesting it since concerts began, everyone was HYPED AF when Jimin and Yoongi was in LA because of chance of getting TM. And they were HYPED AF today too, probably more than any other DDay concert date.

Oh yeah. People have been waiting for this for a long time..... its been trending almost everyday since the Yoonmin Suchwita.

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Damn. I went nuts too. Missed my bus and everything while I was watching Jimin make an entrance. While I'm not gonna lie and say he gave it the same energy like he did when performing LC, he killed it. Those vocals were fucking 🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥

Tots worth it. Ngl

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Bonus

Wow. Just... wow

He's everything this dude

#jimin is king #park jimin #jimin #tony montana #park motherfucking jimin #motherfucking park jimin #shiet #ask shaz #bts ask #bts

[bangtide]

How do you see the yoonmin relationship before (debut) vs now?

again, footnotes. at debut they were still getting to know each other. jimin was still trying hard for yoongi's approval, and yoongi still had a very unhealthy relationship to his personal emotions & struggled with being too harsh. they still acted like they boned tho lol.

now they've both leveled out with age, and a lot of the tension has shifted to being more intimate & personal. yoongi's healthier emotionally, and liberated. also just way chiller & more carefree bc he's accomplished his goals. jimin is finally in the process of letting go of a lot of his own turmoil and owning who he never let himself be. i think it's opened up a new closeness for the both of them that they didn't have before & they're both exploring the change in each other, esp yoongi to jimin.

that, and jimin isn't scared of yoongi's disapproval anymore (or him in general). he understands that yoongi's stoicism & bluntness & aggression & overall yoongi-ness doesn't mean he's not a loving person or doesn't like him, but he also understands his own needs better & acts on them in ways he didn't before (like hugging yoongi or touching him unprompted). yoongi just seems to understand that jimin is different from him better than he used to, and want to encourage him on the path he's on right now.

#all speculative/conjecture obv #i'm just too tired for nuance #anons #asks #yoonmin #tag later #text

[i97brat]

pinned note.

GENERAL :

bts rp focused blog. he/him. 18+ only (i’m 19). gmt time zone. dark themes. mainly rp on discord. semi-lit to novella (on my good days). most experienced writing as jk. also spelt as jeongguk by me. can do text based which progresses into paras. uni student so replies may vary in time. i usually only write as the top/dom. plots can be discussed in dms. got some drafts too.

i tend to be very enthusiastic about my rps so please only reach out if you can match that energy. i’m talking pinterest boards, spotify playlists, edits, in-depth plotting and world building alongside side ships to keep things interesting. hit me up if interested.

SHIPS :

jikook. yoonkook. vmin. taekook. namkook. minjoon. yoonmin. taegi. namgi. namseok. jihope. vhope. (**bold red characterises ships i am most interested in atm)

AUs I LIKE :

serial killer. hyyh. frat boy x cheerleader. incest. age gap. cheating. exes to lovers. historical romance. dubcon. abo (depends heavily on plot tho). canon divergence. more TBA in the future?

LIMITS :

paedophilia. noncon. scat. fisting. more TBA in the future?

STILL LOOKING FOR PARTNERS? : YES

#𝐌𝐘 𝐏𝐈𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐃 ! #bts rp #bts rp ad #jikook #yoonkook #vmin #taekook #namkook #namgi #namseok #minjoon #jihope #yoonmin #taegi #vhope #kpop rp ad #kpop rp #bts roleplay #kpop roleplay #bts au #bts rps #kpop rps #jungkook rp #yoongi rp #taehyung rp #namjoon rp #jikook rp #yoonkook rp #vmin rp #namkook rp

[nightswithkookmin]

I love yoonmin interactions and the friendship they share. But i really wonder why that ship is growing in numbers,yoonminers are now so many and some are starting to act like tkkrs..they have cute interactions but barely have any to suggest that they have anything between them. they obviously respect and care for eachother. Maybe good friends even. But, that's it. Still why is it popular? And the fandom seems to ship yoonmin too?

A little bit of bangtan ship history

Sit down get comfortable.

Tae kook is the largest ship in the fandom. Most Tuktukkers have Yoonmin as their sub ship ergo Yoonminer's large numbers. That's one.

2. Suga's fan base is growing. Especially with his recent solo projects. Seen his IG??Most Suga stans are or turn out to be Yoonminers or Sopers but with this whole Rap rivalry their fans have going on they'd rather ship Yoomin than Sope cos how else can they shit on Hobby and RM?

Yoonmin is a foundational ship. Most og Armys are on board that ship- just for the sheer sentimentality but that's another story for another paragraph.

A long time ago, at the inception of ships in bangtan, Yoon min, Tae Kook, Namjin were the most popular ship in the fandom. Jikook didn't exist cos they were boring as hell😐

Who wants to ship a shy guy who acts like the last thing he wants in the world is to breathe the same air as Jimin😐

As a PJM that offends me.

That whole seemingly unrequited love dynamic just wasn't fun to watch especially as a Jimin stan who gave zero fucks about the Maknae with no onscreen personality whatsoever. All he had going for him was the fact he was mad talented at every damn thing and his age- being the youngest of the group. Stage presence was ZERO unless he was performing then damn he was a beast. Whew. Jei kei eii!

The only time Kook was fun to watch was when he was with Tae doing homoerotic fanservice as a minor which I found truly disturbing, when he was with anyone but Jimin. I preferred his relationship with Jin to Jimin. His ship with Suga and RM was far far better. I just didn't want to hear Jikook. Their ship got on my nerves. If I could bust Jimin out of BTS to stop him from interacting with Kook on camera I would have. I didn't want to see all that.

Whoever gave them those stage roles did them dirty.

Their interaction was cringe as fuck. Especially when contrasted with other ships. I liked Kook until he showed up around Jimin then my blood would start boiling😐

Until recently those two couldn't even hug like normal human beings.

And if I catch anyone refer to him as a tsundere in those days I will give them a prostate exam with a drilling machine.

Most Tuktukkers are also Yoonminers because they like to ship Jimin with Suga to give them a false sense of security over their ship. Jimin can't be a whore and a homewrecker if he is in love with Suga hyung. Gotta admire their low intelligence.

Not gonna lie, as someone who started off as a yoonminer myself I must say there was some substance to Yoonmin. The yoonmin of today is totally different from the Yoonmin I shipped in the day.

I liked Suga, I liked Jimin so shipping them together just made sense to me. Suga has evolved. He hasn't changed much though. And there was some similarities between his personality and Kook... I'll get into that later.

I liked Namjoon and Jimin too so I'd occasionally turn into a Namjin troll and troll them for shipping RM with anyone but Jimin. Sope was laughable. Bahahaha laughable. But these days they are the shit I'm told.

Suga was out here having crushes on JM, drooling, tensing up, confessing on the low- recently I saw him play with Jimin's joystick and Iet me tell you I uWud😔

When August D comes out to play honey I glitch hard 😭😭😭😭

Suga and RM have me in a chokehold when it comes to Jimin. Add Tae to that list and I'm wobbly legs. It's not just that they care about Jimin, there's also that emotional dependency and attachment going on that I'm soft for. I love their emotional honesty and vulnerability around Jimin.

It's like Jimin said when Jin took a confetti or whatever out his hair, it's annoying when people fake their affection for others in the name of fanservice.

RM genuinely loved Jimin, admired him both as an artist and friend. The fact he used to call him friend rather than dongseang said a lot about the respect and value he placed on their relationship.

Also, I saw a side to Jimin through his lens and that made me fall deeper in love with Jimin and appreciate RM more.

I learned nothing positive bout Jimin watching him interact with Kook in those early days. Jimin came off as pushy, clingy, desperate, seeking validation, simp, ass kisser, can't take no for an answer, has no self respect or pride, with no sense of boundaries. I hated seeing Jimin like that. As someone who thought he was the most mesmerizing person and intriguing person I had ever seen seeing him like that around Kook was hard to come to terms with. He kept making a fool of himself around Kook to the point it started affecting him viscerally and you could feel the resentment build up in him on screen sometimes.

especially when his smile drops cos he'd have given up momentarily cos he was tired of trying, chasing, initiating, kickstarting when is like but why do this to yourself?? Dude ain't shit can't you see??

their early onscreen dynamic didn't bring out the best in either of them. Yet if you looked beyond the onscreen dynamic the tale was different. Not many people were willing to look beyond the failed scripted roles they were given. Not many were willing to unpack their dynamic even to this day.

Suga with Jimin was like Jikook, vmin, minimoni combined💀

You know at a point people (myself included) accused Jikook of stealing vmin yoonmin dynamics?? With that whole tsundere trope, that whole bestie trope.

All to find out those mother effers was screwing all along 😠

Well played Jikook. WELL PLAYED.

Yoonmin has been.

Their hay days are long gone.

I still enjoy their friendship. Jimin used to look up to Suga and validate him as an artist. No one respects JMs voice and talent more than Suga hyung. Even during Be he was the one constantly pushing Jimin to take up roles and do more.

He sees potential in Jimin- except that one time he said JM should limit himself to children's acts. He was high for that shit.

He pushes Jimin to be the best he can be. I like that very much.

When he says he prefer JMs voice or that he likes JM but JM don't like him he means it.

I picture myself as Jimin with Suga or Suga with Jimin. Yoonmin are visually attractive as a pair. I enjoy their body aesthetics as men and how good they look together. Jimin likes taunting Suga and Suga enjoys it unlike Kook who came off as not finding JMs antics funny in the slightest.

Jimin says it's cos he sucked at expressing his emotions- I'll take his word for it.

Jungkook has come a long way.

Currently, he is one of the most visibly animated members of BTS, grateful for the personality that shines through, I could watch him do nothing for 5hrs on camera and I'd still enjoy that video.

I love him when he is with Jimin now because that's when his nurturing side jumps out the most. I love how playful and carefree he can be around Jimin.

I think they both struggle being vulnerable around eachother in front of the camera now. At least now JM knows how it feels he can cut Kook some slack.

I received a lot of backlash when I said JM stops JK from showing affection sometimes but really it's all he's been doing since late 2020 and we've seen it happen over and over.

Jk stans are growing too but majority of them are also Tuktukkers or become Tuktukkers.

But sis, us jokers are growing too. Even if we don't grow i will be here to ship them and their goofy asses through thick and thin. Will cuss them if they move funny with each other and simp over them if they hit it good. They can take it or leave it but I'm not going anywhere 🤓

[astaenomy]

I can go anywhere I want, just not home.

Min Yoongi  x  Park Jimin Drabble

Aged-up Yoonmin, Canon Compliant

inspired by: my tears ricochet by taylor swift

"Yoongi-hyung" A soft voice calls him, a voice that used to lull him to sleep now seems deeper as the years have gone by.

"Jiminie." Their eyes met and their memories together come crashing back like waves. He has been lost in the sea of what they once had even after all those years and now seeing him again he felt like drowning. "What made you drop by Seoul?" Yoongi adds trying his best to sound so nonchalant.

"Jungkook and Taehyung invited me for a drink tonight so I decided to drop by here to see how things are" Jimin explains looking around the older's studio. The soft light of his studio caresses the younger's skin as nostalgia etches his skin settling down to the bones that he so desperately tries to forget.

"Oh okay. I hope you enjoy" Yoongi says giving him a brief smile.

Silence.

The deafening silence cages him in the burning room of his mind. His body was burning, breaking down, tearing apart all the seams. The burns it left lives on his skin like birthmarks as if it was a souvenir from the ghosts of his past.

"Hyung" Jimin calls, his calming voice still having the power to bring him back from his trance. Yoongi sees the way Jimin plays with the wedding band on his ring finger, bringing Yoongi back to the sad reality.

People have always believed Yoongi as someone cold and hard-hearted, but he knows, deep down, he has a heart because he felt it breaking inside his ribcage.

"You should come by Busan sometimes, the kids miss you" Jimin offers "Sure, I'll bring sugar with me" Yoongi answers as Jimin smiles at him, but it hurts. Yoongi feels his chest heavy and hollow all at once. It was as if he was longing for the comfort of the past to erase away the present.

Grief.

Can you grieve over someone who's still living? Since the day Jimin walked away from his door grief has always sent him love letters. Grief kisses him good night making their past much brighter in hindsight. He drowns in his own denial as loss has its hand around his throat and he struggles to breathe, crying for air until his tears turn ricochet.

"I hope you are doing well, hyung" Jimin says as he walks to the door and Yoongi follows.

They are once again engulfed in silence until the younger turns around and his eyes are filled with care as if he genuinely hopes for Yoongi's well-being ─ maybe he does, for the younger's heart is big, but sadly, it was not big enough to leave a space for him.

"Are you happy?" Jimin breaks the silence, slightly tilting his head.

They say we are the architect of our own sadness, but why can't he find the exit door?

He just wants to go home, but he can no longer do that for home is not four bricked walls, home is crescent eyes and sweet smiles. Yoongi feels more of a stranger than a resident in his house because home is never four bricked walls, home is warm arms and soft giggles.

"Are you?" Yoongi asked as the younger's face lit up.

Home is something he can no longer return to.

"Yeah, I am." Jimin lets out a breath as his smile got wider. Yoongi can see that there's no vein of lie underneath his dashing smile thus he smiles too because he's happy as long as Jimin is.

"Then I am too"

#yoonmin #yoonminau #yoonmin scenarios #yoonmin fanfiction #yoonmin imagine #yoongi x jimin #yoongi imagine #jimin imagine #min yoongi #park jimin #yoongi fanfic #jimin fanfic #yoonmin drabble #bts writing #bts fanfiction #yoongi #jimin #angst #yoonmin angst #jimin angst #yoongi angst #bts drabble #aged up yoonmin #canon compliant #bts canon compliant #yoonmin canon compliant #bts fics

[attackonbangtanfics]

┆彡 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐎𝐍𝐄 ┆彡

type : jimin x yoongi, yoonmin synopsis : what happens when these two soulmates find one another on the stage? status : ongoing. rating : pg-13. a/n : this was just supposed to be an imagine, but a few people expressed wanting me to make it an actual story. so, here it is... chapter two! this has also been posted on my ao3, if you'd like to see it on there, as well.

𝐆𝐎𝐑𝐆𝐄𝐎𝐔𝐒 𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄. ˎˊ˗

TRIGGER WARNINGS : there’s really nothing to worry about in this chapter, aside from some cute moments.

"Yoongi, please get out of bed. Remember that you're supposed to meet up with Park Jimin today for your first rehearsal together in about… twenty minutes."

A loud groan escaped from beneath the pile of blankets that the male was cuddled up under, hands placed between his legs while lying in the fetal position - his most comfortable way to sleep.

"I know that you're my manager and all, but can you please loosen the reins just a little, Sejin hyung?"

"You know I can't do this. Now, come on. This is your job, remember? This is how you make money and provide for yourself."

Yoongi finally sat up in his bed with hair askew and stared at his manager with a look of irritation, but he still loved him endlessly. The man had been there for him for years and he was so glad that he had him by his side; trusting him with everything he had. "Okay, fine. But is money really worth it if I can't even take enough of a rest to enjoy it?"

"You can sleep after this project."

With a grumble, the resident grumpy pianist forced his tired body out of the large bed and slid his feet into the slippers on the floor so that he could hurry to the shower. Getting the male through his morning regimen and out the door with an iced coffee in hand only took about ten minutes, so there was still plenty of time to spare for him to make it to his destination - the practice room. He hadn't been in one of those in years, so it would be interesting to find out just how well a piano, or keyboard in his case, would sound with the echo.

Once they arrived, Manager Sejin came to his door and opened it for him so that he could "make his entrance" the right way. Not that it really mattered here… It wasn't a red carpet, after all. Despite that, he still decided to look as stylish as possible, because he had heard that the man that he was supposed to be working with was fairly handsome and fashion-forward. Yoongi lowered his glasses further down his nose and looked around once he had walked inside to an empty room, raising an eyebrow as his eyes locked onto the small keyboard in the corner. He clicked his tongue and glanced over his shoulder to Sejin (who was now standing off to the side to give room that they would need) for a moment, before giving the keyboard his attention again.

"I feel disrespected. The corner? What am I, in trouble?" He mumbled under his breath and then heard a giggle that sounded akin to a twinkle of a star that you'd hear in cartoons. What the hell was that?

He turned around curiously, pouty lips on full display so that he could face whoever had laughed at him. When their eyes locked, Yoongi felt like he had just been punched in the gut with how quickly he lost control of his breathing. Was this… the Park Jimin? This gorgeous creature?

"Don't worry, Min Yoongi-ssi. I just pushed it off to the side while I was practicing. I got here early, so I decided to get a little more work in… I'm sorry about making you wait. Had to refill my water." He lifted his bottle up now and shook it for extra effect, giving a small smirk.

The difference in drinks that the both of them had was almost comical, but Yoongi's name was synonymous with a black iced coffee; it was a part of his identity, so he couldn't turn back now.

"You must be Park Jimin. Nice to meet you."

He responded and bowed slightly in his spot, trying to at least be respectful - even if he didn't know the age of the other. Once it was returned to him, he cleared his throat and sipped a little more from his straw to enjoy the wonderful effects of the caffeine running through his veins. It was going to be much needed in the months to come and he wasn't sure whether he would ultimately end up dreading it or loving every moment spent with his partner - his member.

An hour had passed, and it had been completely filled with music, timing, dancing and repeating the same sequence over and over again. It was mentally taxing for Yoongi - not to mention it felt like his fingers were about to fall off - and physically exhausting for Jimin. The man hadn't stopped since he arrived, and he had to give him his props for it.

"Do you mind if we take a break for a bit? I feel like I'm going to pass out, if I don't." Jimin said softly and then went over to grab his water bottle, nearly collapsing onto his butt on the floor while he panted heavily. Yoongi hummed in response and looked down to his music sheet for the next song that they'd be working on before leaving for the night.

Glancing up slowly to take in the other male, Yoongi's eyes drifted from his head all the way down to his feet. How was he literally perfect everywhere? He was 100% sure that the same could be said for the parts of his body that were hidden beneath his clothes, but he instantly shook his head the moment his mind went there. What a pervert, Yoongi. Pay attention to your music and keep it in your pants.

"If you need to stop for the night, we can. We're almost done anyway, and we don't need you getting hurt or sick because of this. We have plenty of days and nights that we can work on it." Yoongi said and crossed his arms across his chest, glancing at the iced coffee cup that had sat there empty for a while now.

Jimin seemed to be a bit of a hard-headed individual, because when given the opportunity to go home and rest, he took it upon himself to get up from his spot on the floor so that he could pick up right back where they had left off. "Come on. No one needs to rest until our allotted time."

And so, another hour or so crept by and the both of them managed to finish up the last song, both ready to pass out in their own right. But not before eating a good meal. Luckily, as they were both packing up to go, Manager Sejin had returned from his little outing and got the both of them some Korean food from up the street. The two drooled at the sight and smell while it was being laid out for them on the floor and then grabbed their chopsticks, clicking them together in a "cheers" fashion so they could dig in.

"Thank you for the food, Yoongi-ssi… I will eat well." Jimin said with a bow of his head and then shoved some meat into his mouth almost immediately. Yoongi really wanted to chuckle at him, but he wasn't to the point of showing any full emotions to him quite yet. It always seemed to take him more time than others to warm up to someone, but that wasn't necessarily a bad thing, he supposed. He was slow to trust and that just meant that once he finally did, it made their friendship worth it in the end.

Once all of the food had been devoured and plenty of small talk ensued, they both stood and threw their trash away. It was now that point in time where they had to deal with awkward goodbyes, even though it didn't really seem that way to Yoongi.

"Well, I guess this is it… You did a really good job tonight, Jimin-ssi. Same time tomorrow or do we want to adjust our schedule a bit?" Yoongi asked softly, sounding a bit like a father instead of a colleague.

"Same time. I think today worked out well! If… That's okay with you, I mean." Jimin was so soft-spoken, and it was really interesting to him because he was actually the exact same way. They seemed to have a bit in common, it seemed.

"No, that's alright with me. Let's keep the time the same unless something comes up last minute." He nodded and then shoved his hands in his pocket, feeling a bit weird because Manager Sejin was just standing behind the both of them while waiting for Yoongi at the door to get him back inside of the car. "Do you need a drive home?"

Jimin's head shook a little, his small hand coming up to run his fingers through his hair and Yoongi just about passed away when the other's forehead was revealed to him. He couldn't believe that the gods had a favorite and he happened to be right in front of him. "No, I'll be just fine. I'll see you tomorrow."

"See you tomorrow, Jimin-ssi."

#bts #attackonbangtanfics #attackonbangtan #min yoongi #park jimin #suga #jimin #suga x jimin #yoongi x jimin #yoonmin #bts fanfic #bts fic #bts angst #bts fluff #bts scenarios

[derireo-galge]

Fairy Lights | 5k | drug use | yoonmin✍🏼

Jimin's family are expecting him to celebrate Christmas together to his utter disappointment so Yoongi invites the younger to spend it with him a little early to cheer him up.

| high yoonmin series |

[ consensual drug use, consequently dubcon, lingerie, rough sex, aftercare ]

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His eyes were set on the old faded clock on the wall of the living room. The time couldn't go any more slower for him when he wanted the complete opposite. Jimin's eyes went down. The gift on the table had its ribbon bow slightly askew since he wrapped it and redid it a couple of times before deciding to leave it be. Maybe it wasn't perfect but he put his best emotions into it.

He's been invited to spend an evening - and possibly the night - at hyung's place. The one he was- stupidly so - banned from seeing. At his age! He will surely stay overnight. Which was quite the usual ordeal, as long as his parents don't find out about it. His other friends gave pretty good believable alibis and he rarely got caught. Though he was an adult now, that fact seemed to not change things much in his parents' household.

He repeated it like a mantra: it only happens as long as he allows that. The words in his head sounded suspiciously like they've been said by Yoongi hyung and that only added them weight to be honest. He wasn't yet ready to change anything- as in many family situations there was too much to unravel and he felt exhausted just thinking about it.

He decided on a practical gift that was in accordance to the elder's favourite passtime. He got it through someone else since he didn't want anyone tracing it to him even if it was a casual thing to buy in big cities - probably? Or as a souvenir? He had no idea because even though they didn't live in a village, the town was pretty small and he wasn't sure what was acceptable or not. Regardless he managed to find a way and obtain it safely as he didn't want any rumors.

Student life was basically living from semester to semester and barely surviving in between under the weight of all the assignments. Now with no more classes until after new year they had some free time they could spend however they seem fit. Jimin's family insisted they spend the holiday together and he was a little bummed about that. He was hoping they will go on a trip or to a resort maybe, leaving him here without the nagging and all that comes with it.

Yoongi invited him over a couple of days before Christmas so they could spend it together, not giving a shit about celebrating it too early. He always knew how to adapt to Jimin's circumstances despite having such a wide circle of people he socialized with regularly. Jimin appreciated it a lot.

When the time to go finally came he stood up, straightening his clothes and throwing his jacket on. Pausing a bit he took the scarf along with the hat too. His hyung would definitely have some words to say if he doesn't dress according to the weather outside.

And outside it has just started snowing. It will be an even more beautiful picture in a couple of hours. Halfway to Yoongi's house he realised he didn't even ask who else was coming. He was feeling just a little too unsociable today to meet a whole lot of people the elder usually had over, people that were bringing more stuff and sometimes alcohol, sitting altogether getting high out of their minds.

Usually he would be happily joining such crowd but maybe it was the approach of the so called family holiday that was making him sort of vulnerable. He was hoping to get as much good emotions as possible tonight so he peacefully lives through their "family" celebration a couple of days after.

Getting to the familiar house using the route of back gardens and alleys, he rang the doorbell. He didn't have to wait too long before the door slowly opened. Revealing his hyung in a black t shirt and an apron over it.

- Hyung? - he asked unsurely, watching the elder in his stretched t shirt all coverd in white dust.

- It's flour, - he deadpanned and they both had a goofy laugh. - Hey, Jimin-ah.

He passed the threshold and they hugged. He felt immediate warmth that made his cheeks prickle.

- You're baking? Didn't know you were still into it, - Jimin commented, taking his shoes and jacket off.

- Just so you know, I used to be very good at baking many things. Even finished a course.

- And now?

- Now it's kind of a necessity sometimes, - he smirked and lit up a cigarette he had behind his ear with the lighter he grabbed off the counter.

- Please reconsider, - Jimin asked firmly pointing at the cancer stick. - Look at me, no more stupid coughing. It's a good motivation.

- You know how most of the flavours for vapes are sickeningly sweet, right? Not my cup of tea. - he huffed and a cloud of smoke dispersed into the air.

- They make the ones with no aroma at all, - he suggested.

- Then what's the point at all?

Jimin sighed at his hyung's stubbornness. This conversation could continue forever. Maybe he will give hyung a suitable new year's present as well. With something like green tea flavour so he won't be complaining all the time like the grumpy old man he is.

- So? Want to try them? I took them out twenty minutes ago or so, - he pointed at the baking tray on the windowsill covered by a tea towel.

- Oh, you've made them aleady! I thought you're still in the process, - Jimin gestured at the flour stained t shirt and after some hesitation, started dusting it off.

To his utter shame he felt his cheeks getting blushy from how firm and defined the muscles under his hands were. He hoped Yoongi wouldn't notice.

- I just couldn't be bothered to be honest, - he rubbed the back of his head.

The elder put the cigarette out and took the apron off. He ruffled his mint coloured hair once more before flipping the tea towel and revealing some tree shaped and bone shaped biscuits, covered in white lines of glazing. It didn't look a hundred percent neat everywhere but it was evident how much work was put into it.

- You really took your time with them, - Jimin said in awe, taking a bone shaped one and then pausing, - Wait, is this -

Yoongi cackled, slapping his knee and watching the face Jimin made. It was totally worth the effort of making those with the knife instead the molds that he didn't have.

- This is so you, - Jimin declared, holding up a phallic shaped biscuit up in the air with realistic looking cum he made with that white glazing.

- Made you smile anyway, - he replied simply and that held a lot if weight in it.

Yoongi knew how Jimin's family was. How they now did their performative dinners on holidays, ten, fifteen, twenty years too late. Jimin hasn't forgotten all the new years with the only vivid green colour in the room being not the decorated Christmas tree but the glass of multiple alcohol bottles.

So yeah, cock and balls shaped biscuits did cheer him up. But they were no usual ones you try at your auntie's house, as it turned out.

- A slight warning though, these are my special recipe ones.

Jimin froze with a gingerbread peen close to his open mouth. And then he closed it.

- Hyung? - he asked with a wide grin that stretched from ear to ear.

- Merry Christmas, - Yoongi took one as well with an attractive smile on his lips and they cheered with them as if the pieces of pastry were flutes with the most luxurious champagne.

The taste was pretty specific too, Jimin noted, chewing on his biscuit. The ginger helped to conceal it within first three seconds in his mouth and then there was no denying it was good old miss Jane there.

- How long until it takes effect? - he wondered, finishing his off.

- Definitely quicker than if we smoked it. But this way you won't need to scrub the smell off you in case you need to run back urgently tomorrow.

Jimin could seriously cry. His hyung was so considerate, always thinking of his convenience. If he was already high he'd cry for real. But he wasn't just yet.

- When are the others coming? Did I come too early? - he looked around the kitchen, not seeing any plates or snacks Yoongi usually had ready for his guests, who themselves filled his supplies which made his kitchen look like a supermarket.

- Eh, it's just us tonight, Jiminie. I wanted to celebrate without the crowd. Maybe I'll have a hangout closer to the New Year.

Jimin felt warmth spreading through his limbs. He wasn't sure anymore if it was fondness or the drug taking effect already.

- I actually have a present for you, - he mumbled, patting his jeans in search for it, - I think it's in my jacket.

- Come upstairs. Let's open it there along with yours, - he smiled, winking and ruffling Jimin's orange locks on the way, proceeding upstairs to his bedroom.

Jimin didn't take long and soon entered his hyung's room. He had to blink for a few moments because the first thing that he noticed were garlands of fairy lights strewn everywhere. They glowed on almost every surface in his room, making it look like sort of a spaceship.

- Whoa, hyung, this is so pretty, - he walked up to the chest of drawers and touched the tiny bulbs on the string of wires. - When did you get all of these?

- You know I'm good at roaming thrift shops, - Yoongi said proudly, flopping onto the bed. - So?

- So? - Jimin smiled widely.

- What have you got for your favourite hyungie, - he mimicked the younger's voice and that made the other smile even wider.

- Something useful hopefully, - he extended his hand with a box on it, - Merry Christmas, hyung.

Yoongi perked up at seeing a beautifully wrapped package. What did he expect, that Park Jimin will wrap it in yesterday's newspaper?

He carefully unwrapped it and put the paper and ribbon away in the bedside drawer. He took the item with his fingers and turned it there and back, admiring the patterns burned on it. It was a ceramic bong, a small and pretty one, with the style that matched some of Yoongi's things he had in his room.

- Thank you, Jimin-ah, - he said lowly, - It's very thoughtful of you.

Jimin started feeling just a little numb. He noticed how the pain in his knee that would flare up periodically disappeared without a trace. He stepped on his leg a couple of times and bounced on it a little.

- Getting to you, isn't it? Soon now, - he promised and stood up with a grunt.

He put his hands on Jimin's waist and slowly changed their places as if they were slow dancing. He lightly pushed him and the younger lowered himself onto his hyung's bed.

- It's right here, I'm sure, - he said, rummaging through the top drawer. - I noticed how you liked certain items in my mother's old stuff the other day.

- I did, - he blurted out, cheeks growing hot at the memory.

- So I've got something brand new for you.

He passed him a crinkly package and Jimin saw a photo of two slender legs on it wearing hold up type of stockings. He thought he stopped breathing for a moment.

- I saw online that there's this thing everyone wears these days. They have this, - he pointed at the back of his leg and traced a finger down, - Whatever it's called on the back.

- Like a seam?

- I'm not sure... Try it on and see for yourself. - he suggested and casually turned back to the drawer, searching through it again.

Jimin took a deep breath. The idea seemed very appealing to be honest. He loved giving hyung a fashion show. And it was getting way too hot to stay in his jeans. Exactly those reasons, despite how they usually end up when they get fucked up together.

- And got you something not as new as well. But hopefully you don't mind. Merry Christmas, Jimin-ah.

He gave him a black bundle of something and when the younger took it in his hands it unraveled and turned out to be a black a line skirt. It was fairly short, but not overly so. He had a suspicion it would suit him a lot.

- Thrifted item gotta be better than my mama's old clothes. This one is much more modern, - he grinned his gummy smile and lit up another cigarette.

- Thank you, hyung, - his voice wavered, overwhelmed with emotions. - I want to try these on right now.

- Nothing is stopping you. I can turn around? - he suggested, breathing out smoke and sitting on a chair right in front of the bed.

He found an ashtray and got very comfortable there so Jimin thought there wasn't any need to disturb him. So he waved his hand dismissively and went to unzip his jeans.

The pulled them down and off his legs and went to unpack the stockings. He carefully got them on and, still sitting down, pulled the skirt up his legs. He stood up, tucking his tshirt in and pulled the hold ups further up his thighs. They felt good to the touch and were quite thick too, hugging his legs just right. He couldn't resist running his palms all along them, enjoying the smooth feeling.

He stood up, sort of uncomfortable now and couldn't understand right away what was wrong. And then it clicked. His boxers had to go. He bent over and got rid of them. Now he was feeling much better. He walked to the closet where the tall mirror was and did a little twirl. It was perfect. It looked even better than he ever imagined.

- Hyung! - he turned around and saw Yoongi sitting on the chair, with legs spread wide, finishing his cigarette. - Thank you so much! These are perfect gifts.

- You're welcome, Jimin-ah. - he drawled, eyes still trained on his friend, - May I look closer?

Jimin walked towards his hyung, stumbling a little as his legs were getting ahead of his train of thought. He felt like he was on top of the world and felt the prettiest at that moment.

Yoongi touched his leg and rubbed the smooth skin over the stocking. He tugged on the hem of the skirt, probably straightening it.

- Looks really good on you, - he said with a tiny nod, eyes trained on the thighs that were peeking from the short skirt.

Jimin decided that nothing was wrong with coming a little closer than that. Soon as his hyung liked how he looked, right?

He moved forward, raising his leg and sitting on his hyung's lap. He felt his hardon straining in his jeans and squirmed on it. He gripped the backrest of the chair and looked at his hyung's face. Yoongi looked so ethereal, dipped in all those colours from the fairy lights. Like he was of magic folk.

- Hey there, - he slurred, - Fancy seeing you here.

- Fancy seeing YOU here, - he replied, hands going around his lithe body and supporting his weight with palms splayed on the round globes of his ass.

- I like it here, - Jimin mumbled, eyes hardly focusing on the elder's eyes. - And I like what you got for me, seriously.

- I'm glad, - he replied simply, scooping him closer to his body.

He was still wearing his flour stained tshirt and Jimin decide to fix that. He pulled at its hem and Yoongi easily raised his arms. The item fell on the floor, but where exactly - noone would be able to tell at that moment.

- That's so much better, - Jimin said, leaning in to the warm chest that was on full display.

- Your turn now, - Yoongi said, pointing at the white top.

Jimin shrugged and raised his arms as well. Anything they voiced seemed like a good idea so he went with it with no hesitation. The elder pulled the shirt off him and rubbed at his now naked chest.

- So warm, - he said quietly, breathing in deep and smelling Yoongi's cologne.

- Like it? Are you cold?

- Maybe a little? - he coquettishly raised his shoulders and to his utter surprise Yoongi leaned in and landed a kiss on one of his clavicles.

That made him gasp. And gasp some more because the elder did the same thing with the other.

- I think I know a way to warm you up.

- Mm? I want, want it, - he said, having no idea what the other had in mind.

- Get me that garland, - he pointed at the one on top of the chest of drawers.

Jimin stretched his body and pulled the required item towards himself. It went easily soon as it was working off a battery.

- That's neat, - he giggled.

- Ah, but that's even neater, - he said, taking it from Jimin's hands and wrapping it around his neck loosely.

Jimin felt like gravity was getting more intense. He went with it and his hyung's face suddenly became closer, so close he could distinguish his tiny pretty moles on his face. He kept staring at his cheeks until soft warm lips finally pressed to his plump ones.

That's what he's been craving for in a while, he wasn't going to lie. It was wet and sloppy, both of them uncaring how it looked. And with the substance taking over them, it didn't matter at all.

Yoongi pushed the other to stand up and turned him around holding onto his elbows. He took the garland off his neck and pushed him onto the bed.

Jimin flopped there almost like he had no bones left in his body. He felt something around his ankle and raised on his hands, looking back. Yoongi was twisting one end of the garland around the pole of his bed while the other was already wrapped around his leg.

- Ah-ha-ha, hyung, what is this for? I'm not going anywhere, - he found it quite hilarious.

Where would he go if it's here he wanted to be the most now? Hyung was so funny at times.

- Who knows? Maybe you'll evaporate into thin air now that you look like a pretty fairy. - he giggled adorably and Jimin smiled widely at that.

He crawled forward as far as the garland allowed him and grabbed a pillow that laid there. His hands were itching to knead something and soon as his hyung's chest was out of his reach for now he settled for that.

Meanwhile Yoongi finished tying his other leg to the opposite pole and it left his legs spread wide. He didn't feel uncomfortable, moreover, he felt like it was just right. Yoongi crawled on top of him and his face went to his neck, leaving a soft wet kiss there.

- Tell me something.

- Mnhh?

- Are you clean?

It took a second for him to understand what hyung meant. And maybe a hand that got under his skirt and glided between his buttcheeks was a good hint too.

- Oh! Umm... Yes. Yes I am. - he nodded rapidly.

That made his head spin and he barely registered how strong fingers pried the pillow out of his grip and raised his hips to put it under there. His ass was on display like an expensive piece of jewellery. He immediately shared this thought and heard a quiet chuckle.

- You're glowing brighter than all of them combined.

Yoongi kneaded his asscheeks and flipped his skirt up. Jimin felt exposed but forgot about it the moment something soft tickled him there. He realised its his hyung's hair only when his cheeks got spread and hot breath fanned over his crack.

- What - what are you going to do?

- Warm you up a little, - that's all he got before he felt something wet around his rim.

He gasped as Yoongi licked at his entrance and whined when he felt the tongue going inside, teasing him with light touches. His legs tried to raise on instinct but the binds wouldn't let him. Through the rush of blood in his ears he heard the loud slurps and didn't find any words to say apart from incessant moaning.

Every sensation was intensified, he was high out of his mind, just laying there and taking it, running his hands through the cool sheets. The contrast between the hot bulbs around his ankles and the cool air of the room was confusing, making his brain focus on them and on the prodding tongue that got more and more daring.

Only he realised it wasn't Yoongis tongue anymore but his fingers, slick and wet, pushing in and out of his hole, making lube squelch loudly. He thanked his former self from several hours ago when he got off in his shower, fingering himself on his knees under the hot streams of water.

Yoongi pulled his fingers out and wiped them on the sheets. Jimin heard the sound of a belt buckle and guessed he was taking his pants off, judging from how the bed dipped. His hyung kneaded and spread his asscheeks again before rubbing the blunt tip of his cock on the slobbered mess of lube and spit.

He felt himself being spread on the stiff shaft and cried out from the stretching sensation. It wasn't painful at all, the complete opposite thing happened. He was so sensitive from taking the substance, so elated and warm, he arched his spine in the way he thought was enticing.

- So beautiful for me, Jimin-ah.

He heard the elder's pleased hum and blushed. He would like to be as good as possible for him. And he was all in for the praise.

- So fucking tight, - he heard.

Yoongi finally bottomed out and stilled deep inside him. Jimin pushed back, he was ready a very long time ago. He couldn't move much in his position and he squirmed impatiently. The elder playfully smacked his asscheeks and set a quick pace straight away. Jimin almost choked on nothing from how sudden it was and with Yoongi pressing his hands on his lower back he couldn't move an inch anymore.

When Jimin arched off the mattress again at a particular harsh thrust and all he saw around were spots of colours. His head was spinning and his cock painfully hard, pressed into the mattress. But no matter now much he screamed at his hands to move underneath him and palm himself they wouldn't listen. So he did what he could do - take whatever hyung was giving him.

- Ah, Jimin-ah! - Yoongi choked out, - Gonna - gonna come inside your ass.

- Mhm, - Jimin hummed, not having any desire to properly process this information, and breathed out, - Please.

Yoongi sped up some more and cqme with something akin to a roar, jolting his bound body like it was a ragdoll. He laid on top of him with a couple of stuttered moves of his hips and got close to his face.

- You feel so warm, so good inside, - he whispered hotly, - Pliant and perfect for me and my cock.

The younger whined and turned his head. They met in another messy kiss, intertwining their tongues with saliva dripping down on the sheets.

Jimin felt the mattress dip again and looked back to see his hyung untying his ankles and going back to him to turn his freed body on his back. He felt so loose and open, he thanked the dr ug for making him so numb to the pain. Because his hyung was huge and the prepping they did was most likely not enough.

- Hello, pretty, - he said, nosing at his cheek and then going lower to lick at his collarbones, - Okay there?

- Y-yeah, just, - his hands went to hold his aching cock and Yoongi replaced them with his, slowly moving down his body where Jimin most wanted him now.

The elder swallowed his cock in one fluid motion and Jimin grabbed his hair, pushing his head onto his girth. Only Yoongi didn't need any guidance. He was moving fast, helping himself with his fingers wrapped around the base and another hand fondling his ballsack. Jimin threw his head back and slurred something unintelligible, grunting out Yoongi's name through his gritted teeth.

The moment he came down his welcoming throat that constricted around his cockhead every time he swallowed felt like he floated off the surface of the bed. His hands ruffled the coarse dyed hair and couldn't stop, wouldn't stop. Under the influence of his special pastry it was like he kept and kept on coming, even though his hyung already got back on top of him, kissing his open mouth hungrily.

Gradually, they slowed down. Everything was spinning and drowning in colours as Yoongi rubbed his sweaty body everywhere he could reach. The room stopped spinning like crazy and the feeling he was stuck in huge turning kaleidoscope was fading away.

- ...with me?

- Huh? - he asked.

- Are you with me yet? - Yoongi repeated softly.

Jimin opened his eyes and saw the elder laid next to him with his hand supporting his head. His other hand was rubbing Jimin's chest in circles and that touch was slowly bringing him back to reality. He felt thirsty, head empty and body exhausted.

- How long was I out for? - he asked unsurely.

- No more than half an hour. - Yoongi replied, taking one of his hands and thumbing at his knuckles. - Do you think you can get up? I think you might want to change.

Jimin slowly sat up with a hand supporting his back. He felt clean which meant his hyung already took care of it, wiping their soiled bodies. He looked at the chair where it all basically started and noticed a stack of clothes there.

- These are for you. Do you think you can walk downstairs on your own while I'm in the kitchen?

- Yeah, - Jimin yawned and rubbed at his eyes. - Go ahead, I'll join you in a moment.

- Shout at me if you can't, - he added before getting up and waverly walking out of the room.

Jimin slowly got up and went to the bathroom. He used it and washed his face, feeling some sort of relief the cold water brought. He came back and changed into the similar outfit Yoongi was wearing, just boxers and tshirt that smelt lovely of floral laundry detergent.

He was especially careful on the stairs as there was a sore feeling in his ass coming back out of the frozen state he had not long ago. There was now heaviness in his limbs too. Overall, it was a small price to pay, he decded and entered the kitchen.

Yoongi had a pan sizzling and a pot boiling on the stove. It smelt wonderful of spices and meat and his mouth filled with saliva. His stomach growled and he held it with his hand, looking up at the elder with a timid smile.

- Let's eat well, - he chuckled, - I'm glad I decided to make these in advance. Now we just need to heat everything up.

He got a large bottle of mineral water and passed it to the younger. It felt like the most delicious thing on earth at the moment soon as he felt absolutely parched.

- Not so fast, - he felt a hand touching his elbow, - you're going to get yourself sick.

Jimin threw him a grateful look. His hyung was always like that, looking out for him.

He set the plates and bowls close to the oven which Yoongi quickly filled with some simple soup and pasta.

- Don't eat too much in one go, - he warned, settling everything on the table and taking a careful sip of soup.

- Will try, it's hard though. Everything looks so delicious. Thank you for the meal.

- You're welcome, - he replied, drinking some more soup.

They sat in a comfortable silence, just slowly restoring their state back to somewhat normal. Just as he was told, he ate at a slow pace, praising the dishes and some simple banchan Yoongi got out of the fridge. The elder blushed at compliments, averting his gaze to the table.

Weirdly, he didn't peg hyung for someone so - how should he put it? - domestic maybe? And seeing that side of him was nice after he hadn't witnessed it for a long time.

- When do you need to be back? - he asked, pouring them small cups of herbal tea and adding some milk.

- Tomorrow, I presume. I have my friends covering for me, even though I don't have to at twenty...

- You're doing it to keep the peace. That's understandable. Don't bash yourself for life circumstances.

- Thank you, huung, truly. - Jimin was deeply touched yet again.

They peacefully finished their meals and took some medicine and much water upstairs, each carrying at least two large bottles. Yoongi had perfect using ethics if that was a thing.

They settled on the bed, which they changed with joint efforts and metled against the pillows they threw there. Yoongi gave him the remote to a medium sized TV set he had on his table and asked him to choose whatever.

Jimin flipped through the channels, not even registering what he set his choice on as he was thoroughly distracted by the warm body cuddling up to him. Yoongi was breathing into his neck hotly and nosing at his hair while they slowly chatted about their plans for the rest of the holidays.

There was no more heavy topics coming up and Jimin was once again grateful for that. The hand that casually laid on his naked hio under the blanket was his pillar of support and he focused on the light touched of the long fingers on his uncovered skin.

With them too, it was too much to unravel. Too many things were going unsaid the very minute they got sober. But the consistency was sort of reassuring and for now it was as much of a stability as he could possibly get.

And Jimin sensed they might need to dip into it one day. But not today.

~end

#ai-ee au #ai-ee au yoongi x jimin #bts au fic #bts fanfction #yoonmin au #yoonmin

[sparklehoney7]

The ties that bind us

by: sayanah

pairing: yoongi/jimin

info: chaptered 15/16 incomplete (200,606)

tags: Alternate Universe - Historical / Alternate Universe - Regency / Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics / Alpha Min Yoongi | Suga / Omega Park Jimin (BTS) / Jimin is a young debutante from a fallen gentry family with no prospects of a good match / Yoongi is the heir of one of the wealthiest gentry families but has a little problem / they might just be the perfect solution to each other's problem / Arranged Marriage / Developing Relationship / Slow Burn / In some ways: the sex is there fast but the feelings grow slowly / For one of them at least / Dubious Consent / in the way that Jimin agrees to the marriage but is terrified of the wedding night / but Yoongi is very gentle and Jimin soon learns to enjoy it a lot / Smut / Non-Traditional Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics / in the way that yoonmin experiments with butt play on Yoongi at some point / Coming of Age / Emancipation / Found Family / Pining Park Jimin (BTS) / Min Yoongi | Suga is Bad at Feelings / Angst / Lack of Communication / it's all very hard until it finally gets better / but then there's lots of / Fluff / Happy Ending

summary: With Jimin's family in deep financial trouble, he knows he has very little chance of securing a match that will bring him any kind of happiness. Which makes it very confusing when Lord Min, heir of the very wealthy and respectable Min family, shows up at their house for a social call, expressing his interest in Jimin's hand in marriage.

There's one catch though: Lord Min has a little problem himself. Disapproving of his heir's ways, Yoongi's father had drawn up a will before he passed stating that Yoongi has to marry, father a child, and have the child be born before his twenty-fifth birthday. Which is in fifteen months. If he fails, he'll lose both the family estate and lands, and will be left with nothing. And so will his bride.

Or: A tale of how Jimin and Yoongi get thrown together through unfortunate circumstances, but slowly find out that they may be able to find more happiness with each other than they could have ever imagined.

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#bts fic #fic rec #yoonmin #a/b/o au #alpha yoongi #omega jimin #incomplete

[bts-fic-collection]

Could you recommend some long yoonmin a/b/o. I'm having trouble finding good ones I haven't read yet

I can - hopefully you won't have read these ones! :)

Law of Attraction by Rory

Rating: E

Status: Incomplete

Word count: 75,680

Summary: Jimin's mind and soul are ones of an Omega, but his body decides to go into its first rut regardless. Despite becoming a newly presented Alpha, Jimin can't shake off the unexplainable and unquenchable desire to submit. With his Omegaen tendencies, Jimin has to learn how to navigate life in the compound's Alpha den, where he meets the rather unusual Alpha Min Yoongi, who's determined to show Jimin just how much of an Omega the younger boy can be in his presence.

the space between where our ends meet by Kanrakui, toalltheeggmcmuffins, and Yoonmin239

Rating: E

Status: Incomplete

Word count: 305,075

Summary: Alpha Dr. Min Yoongi inherits his estranged father's fortune and searches for a suitable mate to spend the rest of life with. His choice is socialite Omega Park Jimin who comes from an aristocratic family whose fortune has waned. Unbeknownst to Yoongi, his future Omega mate has only accepted the Alpha's hand due to the lies and manipulation of the Omega's mother. What will happen when Yoongi discovers that the foundation of his marriage is based on lies and that his beloved Omega's heart already belongs to another?

take me to the lakes by toalltheeggmcmuffins

Rating: E

Status: Complete

Word count: 68,484

Summary: Park Jimin has always known he will one day marry Min Yoongi, their betrothal has been arranged since before they were born, contingent upon their presentations. Once Jimin presented as an omega and Yoongi an alpha the engagement was set in stone.

Park Jimin was okay with the fact that he will marry Min Yoongi. The alpha was kind, they got along well, and he was increasingly good looking with age. Jimin was even excited to be matched with the older boy. But when Jimin stumbles upon something he shouldn’t have seen, something that only reminds him of his place as an omega, Jimin is heartbroken and vows to never let an alpha look down upon him for his subgender.

Now, Park Jimin is not okay with the fact he will have to one day marry Min Yoongi.

aka a cliche a/b/o, childhood friends to enemies to lovers, arranged marriage, angsty yoonmin fic with a lil (a lot) political plot to spice things up

Werewolf 101 - a learn-as-we-go guide on werewolves by sayanah

Rating: E

Status: Complete

Word count: 113,616

Summary: "Listen, I have to say that it's really confusing to find another wolf on campus because I was pretty sure I was the only one, but I'm guessing your pack might be new or so? In any case, I think it's a good idea if our packs get in contact to –"

The guy cuts himself off before looking at Jimin in shock, and hissing out: "Oh my god, are you going into heat? What the fuck are you doing at uni?"

Or: Jimin has always been a bit different, but never knew exactly how different until he encounters a guy with an amazing scent on campus, and promptly starts feeling really weird. What follows is a crash course on what it means to be a werewolf, and he might just end up finding love at the same time...

#ask #yoonmin #yoongi #jimin #abo au #smut #historical setting #royalty au #enemies to lovers #college au #Rating: E

[mrs-monaghan]

Hi! I love your blog and what you say, I had read so much of your answers to anons, so, what are in your op the reasons why jikook are probably dating - what made you believe in them? And in your op after the military service will they be even more braver in showing their affection? (P.s sorry if I made errors eng is not my first language sorry sorry)

I am African. English isn't my first or 2nd language so u get no judgement from me. 😁

Okay story time

I first discovered BTS in 2015. I was just perusing on YT when I came across Boy in luv and I thought RM was so fucking hot. I’m a sucker for a goodlooking man (who isn’t?) And Boy in luv RM was fire to me 😂😂

i tell that to my Jikook friends and they keep laughing at me but at the time he was, okay? I can hear you laughing. Shut up! He owned that song

He was hot. Leave me alone 😒

And I am obsessed with this hairstyle so there’s also that. (When Jikook had this undercut 🤤) Also I am again obsessed with dimples. My fiance, it’s his dimples that attracted me to him. I kid u not. He he hee...

Anyhu, BIL RM was hot to young me and so I was watching that MV like daily. Then YT recommended BST and I  thought Jimin was pretty but I didn’t really stick around much. I just downloaded BIL and went about my life. Then last year I was on my Tiktok and BTS were at an award show and I saw who I now know is V vibing to Idol in his chair. And I was like; I know them. I wonder how Mr. Dimples is doing 🤭

I also really liked that song because it sounded kinda African and I immediately latched onto the Nikki remix coz I’m a big fan. So I watched Idol and a few other songs and that’s all she wrote.

Now I’m on tumblr answering asks about Jikook.

He he hee... Like afore mentioned i am African and we are super homophobic. A man can marry 16 wives and that’s okay but God forbid two men of the same age date only eo. A person can be a serial killer but oh well, at least he wasn’t gay!

So, much like society, my mind is programmed to think everyone is straight unless they say otherwise. So I did not think that any member of BTS could be gay. Like at all. And when I got into them properly, I binged run bts, bon voyage and ITS and still saw nothing.

1) I was working with the mentality that they are all straight.

2)I am reading subtitles and trying to look at the one who is speaking. Aint no way I will notice shenanigans happening with other members that I’m not focused on.

Once I was done with their content I started watching compilations, and funny moments, etc. Mind you by this point I have forgotten about RM. Like I mentioned before I am a sucker for pretty men and Jimin is very pretty. Like abnormally pretty. Like, this motherfucker was glowing in a damn crowd how is this normal???

I don't think the fallen angel thing is a joke y'all. This man ain't normal 👀

RM may have brought me to BTS but it didn’t take long for the Jimin effect to hit me. So I was paying alot of attention to him. Which means when I didn’t have anymore official content to consume, (unbeknownst to me i had merely scratched the surface) I started looking for Jimin shit. And what happens when u stalk a specific member? Within no time u get a ship video. And that’s how I came across Yoonmin and boom! I was a Yoonminer. But I wouldn’t say I was that faithful to the ship because have you watched Jihope sexual tension videos? I’m sorry but they are 🔥🔥 completely out of context but still very well done. Also Jihope used to be the kings of fanservice so there is plenty of content.

I watched all Jimin ships and YouTube never once recommended me Jikook. Which is really weird. But then one day I saw “Jikook analysis" and it was by Mizgator and we all know how good and thorough she is. At first I was like; now what is a Jikook and why an analysis? But then Jimin was on the thumbnail so of course I clicked.

Mizgator made me believe in Jikook. I binge watched all her stuff and I couldn’t believe my eyes. And it was all so juicy and interesting I couldn’t stop. After I was done with her I looked for more and more and more until I had seen all Jikook analyses You tube had to show me.

That’s when I rewatched ITS and Bon Voyage with the eyes of a shipper and it was all there. I felt so dumb like; how did I not see it before?!

So sometimes I understand these antis and ot7 assholes. Because if you’re not looking for it, u certainly will not see it.

And its krazy because Jikook are like right in your face. The satellite/teleport thing is not even subtle. From both of them, not just JK.

Anyway, I joined a discord with like minded people who continued to point out things all the analyses I had watched didn’t pick up on. And I started noticing things too when rewatching everything. Its fun to rewatch stuff with a Jikook lense because they really are obvious guys. Its fascinating.

Anyway, all this is to say I am not like other people who say the following moments opened their eyes.

My eyes saw, but in my head they were straight so it was all nothing. Until I met Mizgator and my life has never been the same.

So,

What made you believe in them?

Mizgator

In your op after military service will they be even more braver in showing their affection?

Yes. I mention that here. And here. And then talk in depth (ish) about it here

What are in your op the reasons why Jikook are probably dating?

Anon this is a loaded question because it’s everything. Its the exclusive stuff they only do to/for eo. Its the 18+ moments. I mean especially the 18+ moments that have no hetero explanation whatsoever. It’s when Kjikookers tell us they defy what is usually the norm, culturally. It's how members react when they're Jikooking. It’s everything. Sometimes its hard to explain to an anti that we don’t believe in Jikook because of just one moment but because of so many things that when accumulated add to one big, humongous undeniable picture. U know?

Damn, this was a long answer but I hope you got what u came 4. Bless 🥰

#ask shaz #bts ask #if jikook isn't real then neither am i #jikook is real #bts #jikook #jimin and jungkook #park jimin #jeon jeongkook #jimin #Jungkook #minkook #kookmin #about me

[limelight-write]

one lifetime with you would’ve been enough

pairing: SUGA | Min Yoongi/V | Kim Taehyung fandom: BTS other: time travel AU, American AU, side Jeon Jungkook/Park Jimin, actor/screenplay writer!Taehyung, saloon owner!Yoongi, biological sibling!YoonMin updated: at least twice a month ao3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/45164518/chapters/113616547  sample:  The air is dry and Taehyung’s throat hurts. It’s also so incredibly hot. He sits up, face raw from where it had been pressed against his countertop (is it his? It’s wrong, polished wood instead of the faux marble in his kitchen) and blinks hard waiting for them to moisturize themself, because they’re dry, and everything’s dry, and he’s so confused. “Good afternoon, sunshine,” a man's voice comes from beside him and Taehyung falls off the chair he’s sitting on with a shriek. The man laughs, “Sorry, I didn’t mean to frighten you. You alright?” “What are you,” Taehyung’s voice sticks in his dry throat, and his eyes flick around the room he’s in. It’s a bar of some kind, dusty and without proper lighting, a large chandelier hanging overhead with multiple candles. The decor is strange, all eerily similar to the photographs he’d seen during his research the night before. The chair he’d fallen out of is a thin barstool against the large wooden bar. There’s a staircase behind the bar, and a door leading to a room just behind the bar as well. Instead of the accusing question he was going to ask, he furrows his brows, “What am I doing here?” Taehyung gets a proper look at the man standing behind the bar. He looks about Taehyung’s age, with short black hair and a bit of stubble. He’s wearing an outfit that blends with the decoration of the bar, the only thing missing from his ‘cowboy outfit’ is a hat, though he sees a coat hanger nearby with a few Western hats on it that could easily belong to him. He’s smiling but there’s concern in his eyes, “You wandered in sometime last night and passed out at the bar. It’s happened before, so I didn’t question it but if you were so drunk that you don’t remember it that’s a bit… disconcerting.” “I didn’t drink last night,” Taehyung mutters, and he’s not sure if he’s telling the bartender or himself. He stands up on shaky legs, propping himself up on the bar. Maybe he did drink last night and just doesn’t remember it? He feels very out of it, his brain is buzzing and he can’t recall how he got there at all. The man just makes a small sound in response, turning his back to Taehyung to get something from the drink shelf, “You look like you could use some water,” he turns back and slides a glass towards Taehyung which he takes gratefully, only faltering for a moment before downing all the water in one go. It’s not particularly cold, but it’s cool enough to soothe his burning throat. “Thank you…” he trails off, quirking an eyebrow up at the young man in front of him. He grins. “Jimin. Jimin Park.” “Thank you, Jimin,” Taehyung smiles. “Do I get to know your name too?” “Oh! Right, of course,” he brushes his hands off on his shirt and extends his right one, “My name's Taehyung Kim. It’s nice to meet you.” Jimin takes his hand and shakes it firmly, “Pleasure is all mine, Taehyung,” when he releases Taehyung’s hand he eyes him up and down like he’s only just now taking in his appearance, “You talk funny, you’re not from around here, are you?” Taehyung flushes, always a little embarrassed when someone brings up his New York accent. He’s been told he has a heavy one, even compared to other Yorkies. “That depends,” he responds. “Where is ‘around here’?” “How much did you drink?” Jimin laughs. “It’s ‘Park & Min,’ best saloon in Arizona, if I do say so myself,” he winks and Taehyung’s stomach drops, face paling.“Arizona?” he repeats, voice hoarse. Jimin’s expression drops.“Yeah?” Taehyung swallows hard, nails digging into his palm, “Do you have a newspaper, Jimin?” Jimin gives him a questioning look but pulls a paper from underneath the counter anyway, “It’s yesterday’s,” he tells him, tossing it onto the counter. Taehyung snatches it up with shaky hands. ARIZONA SENTINEL WEDNESDAY, JULY 5, 1905

#bts #taegi #taegi fanfic #bts fanfiction #bts fanfic #fanfic #fanfiction #ao3 #archive of our own #bts ao3 #vmin platonic soulmates #minor jikook #jikook #jungkook x jimin #yoongi x taehyung #taehyung x yoongi #jimin x jungkook #time travel au #au #fanfic au #fanfic author #fanfiction author

[jiminlovebot7]

The Rule of Law - yoonmin (part one)

Summary

Yoongi has a daughter with his ex-lover Jimin. Yet Jimin married another person, allowing his new husband to think the child was theirs. Yoongi plans to get his baby back. Both of them. (Author’s note: this fic is written with the Korean paternity laws in mind. This law dictates that any child born to married parents legally belong to them - whether or not that father is the biological father. This means that even though Yoongi is Seonnie’s father - because Jimin was married to someone else at the time of the baby’s birth, legally, the baby is not his.

Tags: a/b/o dynamics, mpreg, alpha yoongi, omega jimin, cheating

(on ao3)

One

The most difficult thing that Jimin ever had to do was say goodbye to the one person that ever made him feel safe.

The most difficult thing that Yoongi ever had to do was say meet the one person he never thought he’d see again.

The day that Yoongi learned he had a daughter was coincidentally the first time it had snowed all winter. He was on his way back from having dinner with a client. The two CEOs were his favorite clients - kind, honest and extremely respectable. They paid for his dinner and didn’t ask him to drink more than he wanted to. They ended the meal early, since they had early morning flights back to Jakarta.

Yoongi had nothing planned for the weekend so he mindlessly walked back home, briefcase in tow. He looked like any other businessman walking home from a bar. As he walked, he noticed that the night seemed auspicious. He didn’t know why, but every moment felt like a dance. There were people walking and enjoying the company of their friends and loved ones, but the street felt silent despite this noise. The snow fell slowly, captivating the minds and hearts of all. Many people stumbled out of restaurants to gaze up at the sky and capture a piece of white gold in their hands, or in the case of the three year old in front of him, in her tiny mouth.

There was an unattended child, no more than three years old, sticking her tongue up in the air, head tilted back, trying to capture a snowflake. A stutter in his heart, a jagged breath and a momentary lapse in logical thought. Something about this child felt like him. The child’s scent in the air traveled, her joy wafted through the night. He took a careful step closer to be sure that what his nose was detecting was true.

Could they be relatives any other way? He tracked her eyes, similar to his. Her pale skin and bony legs only further obfuscated the truth. He had only been intimate with one person in his entire life. The only person that he ever loved. He was in front of him now, standing by the door of an upscale restaurant, yelling, “Seonnie, come inside! It’s far too cold.”

Yoongi had to be dreaming. Park Jimin was standing a mere 5 meters away from him for the first time in nearly 4 years. He looked at Seonnie with tunnel vision and Yoongi was unable to look away. The Jimin that he had known was filled in with new colors by the one that stood in front of him. His face was thinner, a sign of aging into his early 30s. His body was still quite small but his hips were wider and more adult. As always, his style was impeccable, the blouse and diamonds on his neck and ears were a symbol of wealth that he hadn’t seen before. Seonnie turned to Jimin and screamed, “Papa, it’s SNOW!?”

“I see that honey, come inside and we’ll see it properly with coats on.” His voice carried even without him meaning to. Jimin’s eyes trailed to the street and then they found Yoongi’s. The horror that appeared on his face was enough to make Yoongi’s heart fall just like the snowflakes that surrounded them.

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how people interact with this will dictate how i continue. might keep it quiet short as i'm playing with a new writing style...

#jimin x yoongi #rule of law fic #yoonminau #yoonmin

[toalltheeggmcmuffins]

take me to the lakes (x) - yoonmin au

Park Jimin has always known he will one day marry Min Yoongi, their betrothal has been arranged since before they were born, contingent upon their presentations. Once Jimin presented as an omega and Yoongi an alpha the engagement was set in stone.

Park Jimin was okay with the fact that he will marry Min Yoongi. The alpha was kind, they got along well, and he was increasingly good looking with age. Jimin was even excited to be matched with the older boy. But when Jimin stumbles upon something he shouldn’t have seen, something that only reminds him of his place as an omega, Jimin is heartbroken and vows to never let an alpha look down upon him for his subgender.

Now, Park Jimin is not okay with the fact he will have to one day marry Min Yoongi.

aka a cliche a/b/o, childhood friends to enemies to lovers, arranged marriage, angsty yoonmin fic with a lil (a lot) political plot to spice things up

completed - 15/15 chapters, 68484 words

rating: explicit

tags: a/b/o, royalty, arranged marriage, childhood friends to enemies to lovers, slow burn, angst, eventual smut, happy ending

#yoonmin #yoonmin au #toalltheeggmcmuffins fic #bts fic

[mightbekelly]

HeartHush - An Arranged Marriage YoonMin AU

Title:HeartHush

Ship: YoonMin

Rating: Teen and Up

Word Count: 18.2k

Yoongi and Jimin's marriage is not one of love, or like, or even friendship. It's one of familial obligation. They've been married for six months and their tactic of being tolerable towards one another is slowly becoming intolerable. That's when Yoongi turns to a dating app: HeartHush. Not to actually date anyone, but in hopes of finding some sort of connection with someone. Anyone. But what happens when that anonymous user is someone closer to him than he can imagine? 

SNIPPET

Without even thinking, Yoongi taps the sequence of buttons to open his night time ritual. Just because he's forced to be alone doesn't mean he has to be lonely, he reasoned when he downloaded the app just six weeks after his marriage. HeartHush advertised itself as a way to anonymously meet strangers and make romantic, flirty connections. There are no photos, no names, nothing personal. There's no way to even know if the information anyone is sharing is even real, but it only asks for things like age and interests. There's hundreds of questions members can answer in order for the algorithm to make better matches.

HeartHush opens up and Yoongi immediately goes through to start answering more questions. He has had a few attempts at conversations, but none of them went anywhere. The hope is that if he answers more questions he'll be connected with someone that can actually carry a conversation since that's what he really wants. If he wants to just get off, there's plenty of porn and his own little toy collection to do that. No, he wants to have at least the illusion of connection with another person. So every night he opens the app and answers question after question as an excuse to not actually have to talk to anyone. In his opinion, if the app tries to offer someone with a less than 95% compatibility, then that person is not worth his time. Yoongi settles in for another long night of rapid fire question answering.

"If you were stuck on a deserted island, what three items would you bring?" The question is inane. How would Yoongi plan to have those three items if he didn't know he would be stuck there? He answers anyway: phone, water bottle, emergency flare.

"What's your ideal evening?" Yoongi doesn't even have to think: an evening at home, cuddled up with my partner watching a movie.

"Favorite feature on your partner?" This question does give Yoongi pause. He doesn't even know if he has a type, so he shuts his eyes and tries to think. If he were letting his gaze fall on the ideal partner, where would it land? A sudden flash of Jimin's ass in those leather pants as he went out the door comes to mind. Yoongi licks his dry lips and tries not to think about that too hard. He answers: ass.

Eventually, sleep begins to pull at the corners of his mind and it becomes harder to focus on the questions. A yawn escapes his lips and he decides it's time to call it a night. He closes the questions and gets ready to exit out of the app, but there's an alert on the match-finder icon. Yoongi opens it, expecting to glance at a score of 87% or below and close it out just to make the alert disappear, but is shocked by what he sees. There, on the match screen, is a 98% match for him.

The user's name is "Chimmy" and he's currently online according to the little green dot by their profile icon: a yellow cartoon puppy. Yoongi clicks on their profile. The man is a few years younger than him (or so he claims) and seems to be interested in music, dancing, and cuddles. Yoongi can appreciate that. There must be more to the user, but Yoongi can't see all the questions they've answered that the app has processed to come up with such a high percentage. Yoongi's curiosity is piqued.

He clicks on the message button at the bottom of the profile where a text screen opens. Despite being tired, Yoongi is curious if this Chimmy is as good a match as the app seems to think he is. He taps out a quick message.

SUGA : Good evening, Chimmy. I hope this message finds you well.

Yoongi hits send before he can think too hard about the words. He hasn't initiated many conversations on this app, but it's the kind of message he would want to receive as a means of starting. Almost right away, the three little dots that mean the person on the other end is responding appears. He waits, rolling onto his side to rest his hand against the empty pillow beside him. 

CHIMMY : Hello, Suga. Well, enough. CHIMMY : I don't think I've ever scored this high a match with someone before! SUGA : Me neither. I probably spend more time answering questions on this app than actually talking to people. CHIMMY : Oooh, that makes me feel special. So, what are you doing this evening, Suga?

Yoongi smiles as he looks at the screen. This is probably the best opening to a conversation he's had on this app, ever.

SUGA : Honestly? I was just about to put the phone down and go to sleep. What are you doing up so late? CHIMMY : I'm at a friend's house watching a movie, but it really isn't catching my interest. My schedule has been totally flipped lately: staying up all night, sleeping all day. SUGA : I feel lucky to have caught you, then. What movie are you not watching? CHIMMY : LoL. Some zombie flick. It's not my kind of movie. SUGA : What is your kind of movie? CHIMMY : I prefer dramas or romances. Something that I can watch curled up and comfortable with someone else. Not something that makes me feel like I need to jump up and run at a moment's notice. SUGA : Same. I also prefer documentaries for that reason. CHIMMY : I wouldn't be opposed to documentaries, but I haven't watched many myself. CHIMMY : I might get distracted, depending on who I'm watching with. 

Yoongi chuckles and imagines how easy it would be to get distracted during a movie by the person curled up against his side. The body heat of another, the smell of their shampoo, the feel of their hair as he calmly cards his fingers through it. How easy it would be to lose yourself in the presence of another person. 

SUGA : That may be a perk, depending on the company. CHIMMY : I'm a cuddler. It's the whole reason I'm at my friend's right now. CHIMMY : I guess you could say I was feeling a bit touch-starved.

Touch-starved? Yoongi frowns as he feels a deep resonation with the phrase. He hadn't even considered it, but it's been six months since he was married. How long before his marriage since he's had any kind of intimacy with another person? His last boyfriend was easily two years before that. 

SUGA : I'm not familiar with that term, but I think I've been enduring the same lately. CHIMMY : You don't have any friends who will help you with that?

Yoongi considers the question. He tries to imagine if Seokjin or Hoseok would let him cuddle with them, even platonically. Seokjin seems like he might be a little stiff, but he doubts the man would deny him if he asks. Hoseok would probably be more open to helping him, but that would involve asking. Admitting that there's something wrong in his life that he's refused to talk about. It's true that his friends know he and Jimin aren't close, but they don't know how completely distant they are. He also knows it's his own fault for not talking about it. 

SUGA : They might if I asked, but I'm not sure I can ask. CHIMMY : Don't let toxic masculinity keep you from getting what you need!

A surprised laugh bubbles out of Yoongi, but he can see how Chimmy may jump to that conclusion. And maybe it's not too far off the mark. 

CHIMMY : Sometimes you have to ask for what you need. People can't read your mind.

Yoongi frowns. That is amazingly astute. He drops the phone for a moment to gaze at the empty side of the bed. Would things be different if he had just asked Jimin for what he needs or wants? It feels like they were so careful around each other that now there's a code of silence. He picks the phone back up.

SUGA : That's a very good point. I'll take it under advisement. CHIMMY : Good. SUGA : Can I message you again? I've really enjoyed our conversation, but my alarm is going to go off pretty early in the morning. CHIMMY : I'd like that. Then you can tell me if you managed to ask for what you need and how that goes. SUGA : No promises. CHIMMY : Fine, for now... Have a goodnight, Suga. SUGA : You, too... when you do get some sleep.

Yoongi closes the app and rolls over, his back to the cold vastness of the far side of the bed. He places his phone on the bedside table and gazes at the glowing numbers of the alarm clock. 11:04. His alarm is going to go off in less than seven hours. 

His eyes flutter close, but he doesn't feel comfortable. After shifting about, he rolls onto his back and grabs the spare pillow. He curls around it, soft but cool against his chest. He buries his face into the fabric and smells only fabric softener. He sighs, trying to imagine holding someone else. Anyone else. Only then is he able to slowly drift off to sleep.

#BTS Fanfic #SFW #YoonMin #Jimin #Yoongi #Arranged Marriage AU

[trxsys]

Single? | A Yoonmin FF - 1 (on Wattpad) https://www.wattpad.com/1363094199-single-a-yoonmin-ff-1?utm_source=web&utm_medium=tumblr&utm_content=share_reading&wp_uname=trxsys&wp_originator=TFDUApKdNvRTCg7zFVdKN54wk9oDq23Ows53vuzmbd8zM8hCfC00mUYxYQs18z%2BZA34MQW%2Bkv0FvahPckJTi8TzPSmu0p30qyRQe44OuqWyiQtJFEZ%2Fmr3CiMQn8utSi In the bustling halls of a small-town school, a remarkable young man named Jimin walks with a radiant smile, concealing the immense weight he carries upon his shoulders. Behind the facade of a carefree student lies a poignant story of struggle and resilience that few can comprehend. Jimin, despite his tender age, is a single parent facing the daunting challenges of raising a child while enduring the harsh realities of abuse from his own parents. Yet, behind his radiant smile, lie nights plagued with anxiety and loneliness, as he navigates the labyrinth of parental abuse. His heart aches from the emotional wounds inflicted by the very people who were supposed to provide him with love and protection. This story includes male preg (male pregnancy), homosexual content, abuse, cursing, sex scenes, guns and violence. Park Jimin: 23 years old. A sassy shy handsome boy. His child name is Park Jihyun. He is mute and is deaf in is right ear due to abuse by Jimin's mom and brother.Jimin doesn't have a job yet. He lives with his brother and mom. His dad due to murder. His investigation is still going on for 3 years. Jihyun wants another papa, but jimin won't find one until he forced with his ex, Min Yoongi.. Min Yoongi: 25 years old. A business man who took after his dad to run the business. He is cold and quite rude sometimes. He doesn't want to date anyone after what happened in highschool. It still lives with his memory. He can't live with hisself after what happened. He has a ex-giirlfriend named Jisoo. She always try to get with him after he broke up with jimin. This story will have 40 chapters. (Prolly a book 2?)

#abusivebrother #abusiveparent #angstwithhappyending #arguments #forcedmarriage #gayness #shyboy #smutish #yoonmin #fanfiction #books #wattpad #amreading