Title: He Woke Up This Morning (and His Body Chose Violence)
Pairing: Jikook
Rating: E
Summary:
Heats fucking suck but what can you do, am I right?
All Jimin wants is to get through this week, eat his fucking doughnuts, and maybe sleep until the end of time.
—
Or, the one where Jungkook rails Jimin into the next century with kind words and tender loving care. Taehyung totally called it.
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Title: Love in the Heart (Thorns in the Lungs)
Pairing: Vmin
Rating: T
Summary:
There was something violently, treacherously beautiful about the way love slowly killed you from the inside out.
Jimin found this out the hard way.
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Title: Sleep Sticky
Pairing: Taegi
Rating: M
Summary:
What do you do when your straight friend calls you at the ass crack of dawn, asking you about the mechanics of how to have gay sex, when you have been crushing on said straight friend with a heartboner the size of the Eiffel Tower?
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Or, the one where Taehyung is too curious for his own good and Yoongi takes it in stride the best that he can.
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Title: Pain in the Rear End (Quite Literally)
Pairing: Yoonmin
Rating: M
Summary:
He’s not sure where it all goes wrong.
One second, Jimin is staring at the back of Taehyung’s head, exactly where he should be, until the two of them need to slide away to create space for Jungkook to step forward.
The next, a sudden jolt to the core has him veering off into the completely opposite direction.
What the fuck?!
—-
Or, the one where Yoongi wants to play and Jimin just wants to brush his damn teeth.
Is that so much to ask?
[[AO3]]
a twt has been made if ur interested in chaptered fic updates, headcanons, maybe social media aus (KEY TERM MAYBE), and just generally me crying over one park jimin, love of my existence, apple of mine eye ;u; this has been a psa.
Title: V Live as in Very Live
Pairing: Jikook
Rating: M
Summary:
“How are you so casual about this?!” He’s still screaming, voice going a bit shrill.
“Well, I—shit happens? I guess?”
“Holy shit,” the breath is punched right out of Jimin’s lungs as a thought occurs to him. “Fuck! Does this mean everyone online can see?! Is my dick being broadcast internationally?!”
—-
Or, the one where Jimin is a really big Jungkook stan and he accidentally manages to connect with him via a glitch on V Live? While he’s in the shower? Dick hanging out?
And Jungkook appreciates. He appreciates a lot.
[[AO3]]
Title: When Our Stars Align
Pairing: Jikook
Rating: M
Summary:
“How the fuck did this even happen?” Yoongi glares, reaching for a napkin and yanking it across his mouth.
“Do I really need to go over the Birds and Bees with you,” Jimin says flatly. “Because if you think I will, then you have another thing—“
“You little shit. That is not what I meant and you know it,” Yoongi intercepts, unamused. “I thought you were on suppressors.”
“I was,” Jimin intones, staring blankly out the window that’s crystallized around the edges from the bitter winter frost. “I’ve been taking suppressors religiously since I was fifteen years old. I would be the fucking zero point zero, zero, zero, zero, zero, one percent statistic.”
—-
Or, the one where Jimin finds out he's pregnant and sacrifices the love of his life in order to save said love’s career.
[[AO3]]
it’s a beautiful sunny day with not a cloud to be seen in the pristine sky above, birds chirping, flowers dancing, and puppies rolling about in the lush green grass…
somewhere out there in the fucking world, but definitely not here.
with a weary sigh, yoongi stares off into the long, long distance, thinking about the million and one better things he could be doing aside from standing in the middle of this deadass terminal, waiting for the next red eye flight that will take him from point a to point b.
“the fuck?”
“please?” jimin all but whined, head tucked comfortably atop yoongi’s lap as both sets of fingers moved rapid-fire against his ps4 game controller.
“no,” yoongi’s green humanoid blob managed to shove jimin’s blue twerky thing to go plunging to his doom off a rotating blimp.
”hah!” taehyung’s screech could be heard through his headset. “team taegi wildin’ out!”
“come on, just one time,” jimin’s eyes remained glued to the tv screen where he adamantly tried to body flop his way over taehyung’s yellow goop man that tried to throw him off again ”hoseok! you fuckin’ suck! you’re supposed to have my back!”
a/n: for my smolbean @sugageek who i have promised this drabble some time last year ;;;;;;
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it’s not the loud resounding crashbangtumble that wakes jimin up, nor is it the smell of sulfurous brimstone raining bloody hell across the planet that has jimin opening his tired, puffy eyes one at a time.
it’s the soft feel of warm lips pressed gently on his temple and the tender finger tips dancing across the curve of his cheek that has jimin stretching languidly across his mattress, peering out into the sluggish darkness still blanketed with the starry night sky.
sleepy eyes meet the gaze of tender, unconditional love. and jimin smiles as yoongi leans down and presses a velvet kiss on his lips, fond and familiar.
“what’re you doin’ here?” jimin asks, lashes fluttering against the apples of his cheeks as yoongi cards his fingers through the soft brown fringe to tuck a wisp behind his ear.
“why is your hand down my pants?”
at this point, jimin has just about experienced enough odd circumstances in his lifetime to know that this has got to put the-cherry-on-the-fucking-cake to that long list of what-the-fucks he’s compiled over the years.
“for science.”
okay.
“but what does that have to do with your hand,” jimin briefly chances a dubious gaze downward, “in my pants?”
please just shoot him now.
a/n: for @thoroughlycollected one year late. i apologize i am a piece of trash ;u;
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jaebum is earnestly trying to be a good team captain.
really he is.
but jackson makes it exceedingly hard for him to do so.
especially with the way jaebum’s aggravating (and excessively endearing) teammate (and boyfriend) continues to undermine his authority in front of the rest of the team.
“lord, why?” jaebum beseeches to the high heavens above, releasing a loud sigh that tells of all the woes and sorrows of having to deal with his untamable boyfriend.
a/n: for @taestylips <3
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shadowed claws spread across the ceiling, like gnarled tree roots stretching through the heart of the earth. the little girl hides trembling in the closet, clutching her tattered bunny rabbit tightly to her chest, small fingers clasped over her mouth to muffle her terrified sobs.
the jagged tips of the dark, horrifying fingers edge into the crack between the door and the ceiling, reaching ever so slowly.
reaching.
feeling.
an unnamed shiver travels down the little girl’s back.
terrified eyes widen...
BOOM.
BOOM BOOM.
yoongi’s hand curved gently over the contours of jimin’s eyes, the stretch of his fingers barely kissing the slight upturn of the nose, his cheekbones, the soft graze of eyelashes whispering against his palm, flesh burning with an electric fire at the nucleus of every point they touched.
“i can’t see,” jimin breathed into yoongi’s kiss, sweet laughter whispering against his lips in the most exquisite melody of liquid gold that poured into his racing blood and molded against yoongi’s once dead heart like a protective shield.
it was glorious, agonizing torture, the way in which they curled into each other like two pieces of a puzzle. so close, always close. but close was never close enough. and wherever they didn’t touch was brought glaringly to the forefront, and yoongi was determined to remedy the situation by breathing jimin in entirely until there was nothing left of either of them but one single, living whole.
a/n: celebrating 150th bts drabble/fic ^~^
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nobody really understood why, the whole mechanics of it. the strategic yet natural amalgamation of arteries and blood vessels that materialized across the oh so delicate skin of the inner wrist in raised scarlet script.
the human body was a curious thing. and even in the twenty-first century, our modern scientists had not yet been able to figure out exactly why it was that we were born with our soulmate’s names engraved upon our very flesh.
nothing extravagant, nothing so noticeably garish and tasteless like a drunken mistake of a tattoo the youth of the nation were prone to partake in.
a tiny little thing it was, half an inch at best, formed in neat red cursive along the path of the sinuous veins that flashed just barely through the transparency of the skin.
when min yoongi was born to the world, his mother despaired.
one completely ordinary, nothing special at all tuesday morning, jimin shows up to school with hair as bright as the golden sun above topped off with studded piercings glittering up and down his earlobes in a fashion that would be heavily frowned upon in the front office.
and min yoongi finds himself in a unique and frankly awkward position of civic duty to hand the boy a detention for his egregious lapse in judgment with regards to the school dress code, being on the student council and all that.
but damn why does this heathen have to look so criminally hot?
ugh.
shoving his hands into his pockets and steeling his nerves, yoongi stifles an exasperated sigh as he inches a hesitant step closer.
“get off of there. it’s not a place for you to just park your ass as you see fit and loiter.”
