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MINI♡CUPIDS Weekly: Week 7

WEEK 7:

PROMPT 1 [Word]:

Bridge(s)

PROMPT 2 [Scenario]:

First kiss

PROMPT 3 [Photo]:

PROMPT 4 [Song]:

Stu Larsen - Paper Sails

(But we got nowhere to go  And no way to call back home So we seems we're all alone in this place)

PROMPT 5 [Dialogue]:

"How can any step away from you be in the right direction?"

PROMPT 6 [Quote]:

Theodore: I've never loved anyone the way I loved you. Samantha: Me too. Now we know how. (Her, 2013)

PROMPT 7 [Scenario]:

A proposal.

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WEEK 7 START: SATURDAY, MAY 20 END: SATURDAY, 11PM, MAY 27

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are you guys having another event/exchange soon? thank you for all the work you do!

Hi! As of now, we only have one idea drafted for an upcoming exchange, though we haven’t really talked about that in-depth. But Alex and I are quite excitable with thinking up of ideas for events/exchanges, so I’m pretty sure we might get something more sooner or later. Hehe. But we’d love it if you guys have any suggestions on what you want for an exchange! Also, thank you sooooo much! Hearing those words really make all the time spent on working on this blog worth it. ♡

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77. i miss you (i miss you)

Week 5 | Prompt 3

Word Count: 1244 Rating: G Submitted by: shinywords (tumblr)

Warnings: Implied mental illness Summary: Jimin has been back in Busan for a little over two months now.

Week 5 Prompt Set

Jimin digs his toes into the white sand as he listens to the waves softly crashing against the shore. It’s cold, he can barely feel his feet anymore, but he doesn’t care. He’s just glad he can go outside like this again, the air finally smelling like dew instead of snow, and the sun gently kissing his cheeks. He shivers. A gust of wind ruffles his hair and blows a loose layer of sand over his feet. Jimin pulls his jumper more tightly around himself before he decides to stand up, grabbing his shoes and pulling his feet out of the sand. 

He walks along the coastline for a while, breathing the salty air and feeling the rays of the sun battle the cold wind on his skin, and tries hard to feel less lonely and more like himself. It isn’t really working. 

He’s been back in Busan for a little over two months now, his family trying hard to make him feel loved and needed and not like the useless, stupid boy he has somehow turned himself into, and he appreciates it - but it doesn’t really help either. He just feels lost. 

It was his doctor who’d first suggested he go home for a while. Suggested in a tone that had made it very clear that it was less of a suggestion and more of a prescription, and he hadn’t really had it in him to protest. Once he’d brought it up to his mother, the deal had pretty much been sealed. 

He is supposed to stay in Busan for three months, to get away from everything for a while, to de-stress and rest and gain weight. A change of environment, his doctor had said, can often do wonders. A support network is also important, people who care for you and watch out for you - Jimin feels like he has constantly been on watch ever since he arrived back home. There is always someone hovering nearby, always inconspicuous and completely coincidental, and his mother always puts seconds on his plate without asking if he wants any. It’s not so bad, really. He’s glad they care about him, and he does maybe actually feel a little better by now. But sometimes the walls of his childhood home and his ever observant family become a little too much. Suffocating. Here, outside by himself, he can breathe. It’s still cold enough that he’s the only person who’d decide to go to the beach, and the open space makes him feel free in a way few things can, like the beat of a good song or the sound of Yoongi’s voice. But he’s not allowed to dance until his doctor says otherwise, and Yoongi is currently 325 kilometres away, so this is all he has. 

Jimin startles when his toes hit something other than the soft, cold sand beneath his feet. He looks down and sees a bottle, small, transparently white, and made of glass. He bows down without bending his knees - even after not training for over two months, his flexibility is still that of a dancer - and cocks his head to look at it. It’s compelling somehow, this tiny little thing in the middle of nowhere, and Jimin wants to give it a purpose. He picks it up and straightens his back, turning the bottle over in his fingers. It’s obvious what he’s going to do. 

Setting his shoes down in the sand, Jimin pulls a crinkled notebook out of his back pocket. This is another thing his doctor had suggested, a journal to write down his thoughts and feelings in. He doesn’t use it much - words aren’t exactly his forte, he prefers different ways of expressing himself - but he still carries it with him everywhere he goes. Pulling the pen out of the ring binding and ripping out a page from the journal, Jimin sinks down into a cross legged position. He uses the journal as a steady surface to write on and puts the pen down on the paper, then hesitates. He doesn’t know what to write. There’s a million things he wants to say and a million more he doesn’t know how to convey. He thinks of his friends, of the studio in Seoul, of his trainer and his manager and the way he used to be before he had driven himself into this situation. He thinks of Yoongi. 

In the end, there’s only one thing he has to say to sum everything up in three simple words. Jimin rolls up the piece of paper with cold stiff fingers and pushes it into the bottle. A piece of wood that he finds a few feet away becomes the makeshift plug. He takes a deep breath, swings his arm back, and then hauls the bottle as far as he can into the ocean. It is swallowed up by the water at first, and Jimin watches until it bobs back up on the surface. He follows it with his eyes as the waves slowly carry it off into the open sea.

Yoongi is walking along Han River with his hands stuffed into his pockets and his breath forming white puffs of air in front of his face. He finally managed to pull himself out of the recording studio at about 1 am in the morning, but he couldn’t bring himself to go to sleep yet. Instead he is here, trying and failing to ignore the black hole that has been slowly but inexorably growing in his chest ever since it appeared there approximately two months ago. He doesn’t want to think about it. He doesn’t want to think about it, so naturally it is the only thing he can think about. Fuck. 

He misses Jimin. Painfully and undeniably so, and it gnaws at him with a persistence that he usually only feels when there’s something missing from a song he is working on and he can’t figure out what it is. But this is different. Because when he is working on a song, he can work through it. He can try a different bass line or talk to Namjoon about it, or sleep it over if nothing helps and try again the next day. He can’t do that with Jimin. He can’t work through it, he can’t talk to him, and he can’t sleep it over and try again the next day because Jimin isn’t here and he won’t be here the next day either. That’s the whole problem, really. Yoongi wouldn’t have to worry about working through or talking about anything if Jimin were here, because then the black hole in his chest wouldn’t exist and he wouldn’t have to think about what it means that he misses Jimin so much. But he does. He misses him. 

Yoongi’s foot hits something on the ground in front of him and he watches a small bottle roll a few centimetres away until it comes to a halt. He squints at it; it looks like there’s something inside it. A piece of paper. A message in a bottle? Yoongi picks it up and pries off the makeshift wooden bottle cap. He turns it over and shakes it, catching the crinkled note as it slips out of the bottle, before unfolding and staring at it. Only three words are written on the battered paper, in a handwriting that feels faintly familiar. For some reason it makes Yoongi smile.

I miss you.

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76. Prettier than the fairy lights, brighter than the stars

Week 6 | Prompt 1

Word Count: 476 Rating: G Submitted by: shinywords (tumblr)

Summary: Only Yoongi and Jimin are awake. Well, awake at that point where you’ve passed the limit of passing out from tiredness and you start waking up again, but additionally to feeling awake you also feel a little bit high or a little bit drunk or a little bit of both.

Week 6 Prompt Set

It’s way past midnight, and over time the music has been turned down and down again until it reached the current volume where it’s nothing but comfortable background noise. Everyone else has gone to sleep - they can hear Namjoon softly snoring in the living room - and all the lights are off except for the fairy lights on the wall above Taehyung’s bed. In the bed are Taehyung, Hoseok, and Jeongguk, a tangled mess of limbs in peaceful slumber, and they’re pretty sure that Seokjin is cuddled up to Namjoon on the living room couch.

Only Yoongi and Jimin are awake. Well, awake at that point where you’ve passed the limit of passing out from tiredness and you start waking up again, but additionally to feeling awake you also feel a little bit high or a little bit drunk or a little bit of both. 

Jimin giggles as he sticks another glittery star onto Yoongi’s cheek. It tickles a bit and his face feels warm in the spots where Jimin’s fingertips touch him. “Hyung, you’re so pretty,” Jimin says delightedly, his voice soft so he doesn’t wake anyone up and warm with happiness. He looks more dazzling than all of the stars combined (stickers or real ones, it doesn’t matter - Jimin is the most dazzling of all) and maybe it’s because he feels awake and a little bit high and a little bit drunk, or maybe it’s because it’s way past midnight, those hours between night and morning where time seems to slow down and everything feels a little bit magic, or maybe it’s because Jimin is looking happier than he has ever seen him while sticking glittery stars onto Yoongi’s face - in the end, it doesn’t really matter what it is. What matters is that Yoongi, while Jimin’s fingers linger on his cheek just a little too long after applying another sticker, leans forward, closes his eyes, and softly kisses Jimin on the lips.  He pulls away after a short moment, and somewhere in the back of his mind he marbles at the lack of anxiety in his chest, but mostly his attention is fixed on Jimin.

Jimin looks more surprised than anything, but unless it’s the fairy lights playing a trick on Yoongi’s eyes, he looks pleasantly surprised. A tiny smile pulls at the corners of his mouth, and he looks down shyly as the smile stretches wider before looking up again, biting his lip, and kissing Yoongi back.

The kiss barely lasts longer than the first one, but it’s just as soft and just as warm and just as perfect. When Jimin pulls back Yoongi opens his eyes and Jimin looks like he’s glowing. Yoongi can feel his own smile stretch across his face.

They sit there beaming at each other and Jimin sticks a glitter star to Yoongi’s nose.

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75. chicken noodle soup.

Week 2 | Prompt 2

Word Count: 669 Rating: G Submitted by: florations (ao3)

Summary: Jimin’s sick and Yoongi cooks him chicken noodle soup.

Week 2 Prompt Set

This time, he insists, is totally not his fault.

Probably his immune system, but not him-him. Definitely not.

He plays in the snow for a few minutes too long and he catches a cold. Whereas the rest of the members who’d played with him – Taehyung, Jungkook, Hoseok, and Seokjin – all remains unscathed, he’s been buried three blankets under in bed a day later.

Jimin doesn’t know if he prefers the comfortable warmth of his soft bed or the cold, unforgiving wooden floor of the dance studio. (At least in the studios he can feel a little bit more useful.)

Either way, he still can’t help the whine that bubbles in his throat as his group members file out the apartment one by one for daily practice where he hangs hopelessly by the door, waving them goodbye. He hears Seokjin remind him to at least get something warm to eat before the group disappears around the bend, the elevator sounding in the quiet of the dim corridor.

He’s surprised to hear noises coming from the kitchen when he retreats back inside.

“Yoongi hyung?”

Yoongi has his back turned to him, his muscles working underneath the thin cloth of his white shirt, a pair of sweatpants hanging low on his hips. The bear-designed bedroom slippers on the soles of his feet confirm Jimin’s suspicion, “Hyung, you aren’t going to practice with them?”

He hears a mere hum as a reply, typical Yoongi, and when he approaches the older he sees the water in the pot slowly coming to a boil, a pack of uncooked pasta and a couple of vegetables sitting on the counter top beside where Yoongi’s chopping a carrot into cubes efficiently.

“Nope, I’m on Jimin-duty today,” Jimin blushes at the idea; half embarrassed that, as a Completely Capable (But Not Entirely Responsible) Adult, he still has somebody taking care of him, and half fond that Yoongi has decided to stay with him and cook him food. “Besides, Jin hyung will have my head if I don’t make sure you get to eat something.”

Jimin snorts and moves to stand behind Yoongi, resting his cheek against the jut of Yoongi’s shoulder blade. Wraps his arms around his waist loosely and hums with his eyes closed.

Yoongi pops a piece of carrot into his mouth later.

He laughs when Jimin sounds a noise of protest, even when he plants a small kiss on the tip of his nose.

“The soup will be finished in a while, go and bundle yourself up in blankets, yeah?” Jimin doesn’t move, and Yoongi doesn’t insist.

*

A bowl of chicken noodle soup and three hours of cuddling under fluffy blankets later, Jimin wakes up with the slow rustling of the blankets beside him when Yoongi curls in further into him and tightens the arm around his waist. Yoongi’s raspy voice is above every noise.

“Feeling better?”

“Tons,” Jimin’s still feeling a little buzzed and heavy, but Yoongi’s soft lips pressed against his forehead sobers him up. “Thanks to hyung.”

“’Course,” Yoongi mumbles, trailing butterfly kisses down the bridge of Jimin’s nose, and grins, “What would you do without me, Park Jimin?”

“Die, probably,” Jimin retorts quickly, bursting into a fit of giggles as Yoongi echoes with a “damn right, you’d be.”

They fall back to sleep sometime after.

Well, Yoongi does.

Jimin ends up watching him sleep with his palm cupped around the swell of the other’s cheek, memorizing the lines and curves of his face with the pad of his thumb, for an hour more. An hour well spent, he thinks.

When Yoongi comes to later, he wakes with Jimin’s face pressed into the crook of his neck. Lips parted halfway through an “I love you” whispered into his collarbone.

“I love you, too.” He says when he runs his fingers down Jimin’s hair, planting his palm against the back of his neck when he pulls him closer. Breathes in the homely scent of Jimin.

“I love you, too.”

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74. bright white light.

Week 2 | Prompt 1

Word Count: 927 Rating: G Submitted by: florations (ao3)

Summary: Jimin befriends a star when he’s seven.

Week 2 Prompt Set

Jimin befriends a star when he’s seven.

Back in Busan, where the wind carried the cool breeze of the autumn sea and the refreshing scent of the dewy leaves.

It’s almost eleven, two hours definitely way past his bedtime. But Jimin, seven-year-old Jimin, has his elbows propped on his windowsill with his chin resting on his tiny fists as he looks up towards the evening sky. Bright yellow stars blinking in the distance. The gentle air kisses his cheeks pink, and a tiny smile stretches on his lips.

*

Yesterday, when he had been playing with their dog Kkomkkomie outside, he’d seen it.

The hot flash of yellow light from the sky overhead, a quickly burning sphere, rolling down the sky as if tossed by an angel. Curiosity piqued, he’d stared at it as Kkomkkomie bit at his ankle playfully. His eyes followed where it had landed, surprisingly someplace close. Just across their yard.

A faint yellow glow behind the thick foliage, approaching closer and closer. Kkomkkomie’s ears twitching to the sound of the quiet crunch of leaves.

And then Jimin saw it – him. The star.

A bright, glowing thing. Just as short as he was, but possibly the brightest creature he’d ever seen that he had to cup his hand above his eyes, block out as much of the light as he could.

“Hello?”

When it spoke it had broken the spell of silence that fell upon them. Kkomkkomie yapped at the figure once, twice, then sprinted across the short distance to nip at the other’s ankle the same way he’d done to Jimin. Unthreatened, wanting attention.

Jimin drew closer.

“Hello?” The star tried once more, lips forming the unfamiliar words with slight difficulty. Even Jimin, who couldn’t look directly into his face without squinting, saw the way his brows quirked and nose scrunched in frustration, “I’m star. Yoongi. Yoongi star.”

Jimin nodded, giggled a little at the way the star spoke in such a weird manner. But of course, Jimin understood. Stars, after all, couldn’t speak perfect human language, could they?

“Hi, Yoongi star –” Jimin started, but Yoongi cut him off with a grunt, a soft pout of his lips.

“No, just Yoongi.” Yoongi mumbled, staring at Jimin with just as much awe as Jimin looked at him. “Name is Yoongi.”

“Oh,” Jimin grinned, “OK, Yoongi. My name is Jimin. And that is my dog Kkomkkomie. Why are you here?”

Yoongi looked down at his feet, as if only noticing the dog running around him in circles for the first time. He bent down, reaching to pat the dog’s head with a clumsy hand. Kkomkkomie, Jimin thought, looked pleased nonetheless.

“Stupid friends, pranked Yoongi.” Yoongi sounded like he was whining, and Jimin didn’t think stars could whine so it made him laugh a little. Which made Yoongi look up at him, and Jimin blushed under his stare, embarrassed that he’d been caught laughing.

“Sorry,” Jimin crouched down, reaching out to pet Kkomkkomie as well. “Can you go back?”

“Sure can,” Yoongi nodded, tilting his head as he watched Kkomkkomie lie down and roll on his back, wagging his tiny paws at his direction, “but lazy. Tiring. The way back home.”

“Is it?” Jimin hummed, and then Yoongi’s glow dimmed a little. When he looked at Yoongi, the star looked a little shy. Lips pursed in another pout.

“Yoongi too bright? Sorry.”

There was another moment of silence between them. Yoongi seemed to be interested in Kkomkkomie, which both the dog and Jimin enjoyed. Jimin didn’t really want his new star friend to leave so soon.

When Yoongi finally stood though, brushing his hand against his thigh, Jimin sprung back up quickly, stumbling with his words, “A-ah, Yoongi, are you leaving?”

“Yeah, have to.” Yoongi looked up, pointed at a cluster of blinking stars, “Calling Yoongi. For Yoongi to go home.”

“O-OK,” Jimin whispered, nodded more to himself than to Yoongi, “OK, take care going back home, Yoongi.”

Yoongi stood there while Jimin watched him with his breath caught in his throat as Yoongi started glowing brightly once more. The ends of his wispy blond hair sparkling, fingertips fading into stardusts.

“Jimin,” Yoongi said, voice wavering as he lost more and more of his figure, in his belly a sphere of flickering white fire. Jimin could only make out his eyes in the illuminated fog, “Yoongi visit tomorrow again, OK? To see Kkomkkomie and Jimin. OK?”

“OK,” Jimin nodded, “OK. I’ll wait for you.”

“OK. Don’t be sad, Jimin.”

Yoongi said. He took Jimin’s hands by the wrists and pressed his palms over his eyes, “Yoongi come back.”

Then, another burst of light behind Jimin’s eyelids. The comfortable warmth of Yoongi’s fingers around his wrists gone. The silence of the night. The quiet laughter of stars.

*

Jimin sees him before he hears him.

The flash. The rolling down from the sky, this time more graceful than the last.

Jimin giggles into his fist, and then Yoongi appears beside his window, grinning with his hair standing up because of the fall.

“Hi Jimin.”

“Hi Yoongi,” Jimin chirps back, then hushes down when he hears his father snore in the next room. He laughs when Yoongi throws him a confused look.

He presses a finger against his lips and tells Yoongi to wait outside.

“I’ll go get Kkomkkomie. Wait for me, OK?”

“Yoongi waits for Jimin.” Yoongi nods, still grinning, the last of the crystal star bits in his skin fading into a faint yellow glow.

*

Jimin befriends a star when he’s seven.

And the star’s name is Yoongi.

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💝 Thank-You 💝

Hello, cupids! These are MINI♡CUPIDS’ mods speaking and we’d just like to take this time to thank each and everyone of you for taking us this far. 🎉 We couldn’t do any gratitude-posts when we’ve reached followers milestones (we have a little over 600 now, and that’s in just five months! Wow), and we’re kinda sad about that. So we made sure that we wouldn’t miss the 100th post of MC, especially after our little Valentine’s project, where so many people showed us their support. We’re super, super grateful (and proud!) to everyone who’s been supporting us, from the beginning or not, either way, thank you.  

As mentioned (although a little over two weeks late), we’ll start posting weekly prompt sets again. Please do join if you’re even slightly interested, hehe. If you’re new to us and are interested in writing short YoonMin stories, please head on over to our F.A.Q. page for more information! We invite anyone and everyone to join us in our little YoonMin adventures! ♡

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#MCVFX

It’s been almost a month since our little Valentine’s Exchange ended. We hope that everyone who participated had a fun time during the whole shebang. For those interested, here is the masterlist of the fics included in the exchange! We don’t know if more are coming but it’s been...a month.... Remember to leave a kudos or a comment, maybe, to show your appreciation to the writers! ♡

Gods, Daddies and Fake Dicks by JungTaco for lostmyjungkook

Jimin comes to Earth in search for his idol, Thor, but unexpected things await for him here.

Will you be my Valentine? by CmiMiu for SugaTheTurtle

Everyone was always scared of Yoongi that he never thought he'd ever receive a Valentine. But every year his locker is decorated with festive ornaments and a note stuck on Valentine's Day asking him "Will you be my Valentine?" The secret Valentine, however, never reveals himself.

take all of me (I just wanna be the boy you like) by dokidokiharahara (anewkindofthrill) for InfernalMCR

It is way too easy for Yoongi to deceive himself with how brightly Jimin smiles at him, with how Jimin sometimes just looks for comfort and warmth when he curls up next to Yoongi after being fucked for hours. In reality, the boy would probably pack his things and run as soon as Yoongi stopped paying. "Okay. Do your job then," Yoongi sneers and maybe there is a hurt look on Jimin's face.

Unfortunate fortune by otpshots for onecupoftae

Jimin is an injured fisher. Yoongi is a kind shepherd.

Burning cold thief by otpshots for onecupoftae

Yoongi didn't understand what was going on. All Jimin ever did was loving Yoongi.

love is vivid (no we're not in love) by btsmemehoes for okaymin

when you drown, you don’t drown when you fall into the water, you drown by staying in.

and in retrospect, that’s probably how it all began.

after all, yoongi had never been great at staying afloat anyway.

i'll be a gentleman ('cause i'll be your boyfriend) by yururin for offthebeat

Yoongi isn’t an easy man to surprise, but kisses out of the blue and sudden boyfriend proposals can do the job.

when i'm with you by sassyneki for sugabox

To Yoongi, the piano is a second home. He finds a third in Jimin.

say you'll see me again, even if it's just in your (wildest dreams) by skyshocksuga for coconutbutter

In a world where people dream of their soulmates in the eyes of their closest friend, it was safe to say that Min Yoongi never expected to dream about his soulmate in all his naked glory.

baby take my open heart (and all it offers) by jeogi for otpshots

Jimin didn't know what to expect when he decided to take over Taehyung's shift at the daycare for a month, but meeting his high school crush Min Yoongi definitely wasn't one of them.

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(or alternatively, 5 times Yoongi threw Jimin off guard, and one time the tables finally turned.)

It's you (I need you) by Penjasin for skyshocksuga

Park Jimin wishes he wasn't so fucking unlucky all the time. That way he'd never have ended up in class, getting his heat a week too early.

Cloudy with a chance of thunder by sayfever for ryeogi

Yoongi never believed in the marks anyways.

a long time coming by onecupoftae for parkjizzmin

Yoongi and Jimin announce that they’re getting married. Absolutely no one is surprised.

to me, you're a masterpiece by softgot7 for realitygetsdestroyed

"van gogh who?" taehyung all but yells, throwing another overdramatic wink over his shoulder. "i only know park jimin." yoongi simply nods along in the background, grinning when jimin sends him a helpless look. even as taehyung continues to shout declarations to the rest of the campus, jimin can't help but think that if he ever became famous, he'd like for the world to remember yoongi as his muse.

And So Here We Go by Pretenditwasjustadream for babygotbaek

Jimin's a matchmaker and Yoongi doesn't need his help.

Well...Maybe...

Say My Name by rosetintedhearts for sayfever

Jimin walks in on Yoongi moaning his name as he masturbates

rookie by realitygetsdestroyed for pandapressed

Yoongi looks up from where he’s been biting marks into Jimin’s skin. “How much do you want this?”

Jimin rolls his eyes. “I was just on my knees for you, I think that’s enough to say hey, I want you to possibly put your dick in me.”

Jimin doesn’t expect it when he feels a slap against his ass, making his dick leak even more. “Don’t get mouthy with me.”

“Maybe you should get mouthy with me, right?”

Baby Fever by ThePurpleStarfish for Pretenditwasjustadream

Min Yoongi is happy. He's married to the love of his life, he has his health, his friends, and he's making his way into the music scene. There's nothing more he wants.

And then Jimin forces him to walk in the cold for groceries.

screenshots of youth by florations for softgot7

Yoongi and Jimin grow old together and make a home in each other.

Compathy by MauveTarte for dokidokiharahara (anewkindofthrill)

The world had a problem, and Min Yoongi did not want to be part of the solution.

(AKA: an ArrangedMarriage!AU a little different from the norm.)

Are You Scared? by rosetintedhearts for sayfever

“Are you scared?” “Scared of what?” “That you’ll fall in love with me”

Yoongi and Jimin partake in a game of 'Gay Chicken'. Jimin is convinced he is going to win no questions asked, naturally Yoongi is determined to prove him wrong and wipe that smug smile off of his face.

Clumsy Love by okaymin for kemosabe

Maybe it's the snow, or maybe it's the cold, but something changes in the air, and Yoongi isn't really complaining.

off the mark (i found your heart) by lostmyjungkook for JungTaco

jimin tortures himself by walking into a valentine's day fair with a broken heart and counts how many used cans he kicks out of sheer frustration. aka the valentine's day au where jimin and yoongi meet for the first time and actually kind of fall in love already

Inspired by you by kemosabe for maxx

Yoongi was a piano prodigy as a child, but after an accident in their teens forced him to be hospitalized, all of their passion seemed to disappear. Now, working on a cruise liner as a pianist, he meets Park Jimin, a very wealthy (and very bored) person who promises that he knows how to get the fire back into Yoongi’s piano playing.

fall, everything (i'll always catch you) by lovelivesinthedream for jeogi

Jimin and Yoongi were adopted in to the same family, but they were always more to each other in their hearts. Not that they'd ever admit it to anyone, including themselves.

see normal people (we're not part of them) by ziontea for btsmemehoes

Q: where do you draw the line between good and evil, law and criminal? A: you don't.

(In other words, Yoongi and Jimin live the happy married life during the daytime and play cops and robbers at night.)

Fanboying Should Be a Full-Time Job by pandapressed for sassyneki

Yoongi did not expect his first encounter with his idol to turn out like this. Yet there Park Jimin stood in front of him: wearing a really flattering pair of tight black jeans, silver hair fluffed to perfection despite not being styled, and dripping wet with a horrified expression on his face as everyone was shocked into silence by what Yoongi had just done.

let's kick the tires and light the fires by MauveTarte for ziontea

“What—" falls out of Jimin's mouth as he watches the man whip out a marker from his sweater pocket and, oh my god, deface the back of Jimin’s ticket. The very ticket Jimin was planning to, like, frame or something when he got back home.

(AKA: Novice business man Jimin may not know who this August guy is, but he does know he's a complete fucking dick.)

hold me tight by coconutbutter for CmiMiu

When Min Yoongi speaks, he knows what he's saying and he means it.

And he's saying he hates Kim Taehyung. A whole damn lot.

(Or Jimin is jealous and Taehyung is not helping. At all.)

You're All I See by SugaTheTurtle for Penjasin

When men come to Jimin and ask him their fortune or what he sees, he's never afraid to tell them the truth. However, when the crown prince comes seeking the identity of his bride, Jimin can't understand why all he sees in his future is himself.

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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Hello, cupids, it’s been a while since we’ve posted here. We are still active, of course, we’ve just been extremely busy handling the exchange (and just life, in general!), but putting that aside, the said exchange is now over! Hurray~!

We sincerely hope that it was a fun experience for everyone, and seeing the positive results from our first project is very, very heartwarming and frankly, a little overwhelming (the good kind!). We would like to extend our deepest gratitude to those who’ve participated and were kind enough to bear with us. We’re new to all of this managing thing, and it was an honor to work with everyone. :)

With that said, please click up there on the link to read the works from the fic exchange! The list is still currently growing, and we’ve only managed to collect up half of those who’ve signed up, but all in all, every fic is simply amazing, and we can’t wait to see all of them. Please check them out, and leave some kudos and comments for our hardworking cupids~!

We hope that in our next projects, we’ll see all of your names again. Until next time, cupids! Happy writing!♡

- MINI♡CUPIDS’ Admins Ai & Alex P.S. Please don’t forget to regularly check the collection for new works! ♡

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073. Firewood and First Snow

Week 5 | Prompt 1

Word Count: 1,175 Rating: G Submitted by: shinywords (tumblr)

Summary: Yoongi smells like firewood and first snow and Jimin wants to give him the world. 

Week 5 Prompt Set

Jimin wakes up with a yawn and the realisation that the spot on the bed next to him is empty. It’s fairly early for a Saturday and the snowflakes dance outside in tune with the melody of his worries. He gets up quietly, making his way over to the living room on socked feet. Their little apartment is old and the cold creeps in through the leaky windows easily, making Jimin shiver in his thin cotton shirt.  Yoongi didn’t turn the heating on. He is curled up on the sofa, a fluffy blanket wrapped around him and a faraway expression on his face.

The TV is on, but the volume is turned down so much it might as well be muted, and Yoongi isn’t looking at it. He is staring out the window, his gaze empty and unfocused, and Jimin sighs a little. It’s this time of the year again. Every year sometime around winter Yoongi will get like this. He’ll go quiet and small and retreat into a shell that Jimin can only hope to coax open one gentle word and one hot chocolate at a time.

Yoongi hasn’t noticed him, so Jimin sneaks into the kitchen quietly and starts working on the mandatory hot chocolate. He puts extra marshmallows in Yoongi’s and a sprinkle of cinnamon on top. Grabbing a bag of cookies and storing it under his arm, he returns to the living room, carrying a dangerously full mug of hot chocolate in each hand, and he’s relieved when he can put them down on the coffee table (and a little proud that he didn’t spill anything). It’s only at the sound of the porcelain hitting the wood that Yoongi snaps out of his thoughts and looks up at Jimin.

“Hey,” Jimin says softly, and Yoongi replies with a tiny smile that looks a little forced. Jimin smiles back anyway and goes to turn on the heating before joining Yoongi on the couch. He doesn’t want to intrude on the safe space Yoongi has made for himself, so he grabs his own blanket from the end of the couch instead and sits next to him at a distance that is close enough to be comforting but not enough to be uncomfortable. He catches Yoongi eyeing the hot chocolate on the table in front of him and suppresses a grin, leaning forward and handing it to Yoongi who thanks him with another tiny smile, this one a bit more sincere than the first one. Progress, Jimin thinks, and they drink their hot chocolate in silence.

When their mugs are empty Jimin opens the bag of cookies, and before he can put it on the couch in the space between them, Yoongi scoots closer. Jimin’s heart does a little jump when Yoongi nudges his arm and settles against his side with his head on his shoulder, his hair softly tickling Jimin’s neck. Progress. They share the cookies without talking, Jimin watching the music show that’s currently on TV even though he can barely hear the music (he’s more interested in the choreography anyway), and Yoongi lost in his own thoughts.

After a while Jimin tosses the empty bag onto the table and straightens up a bit to brush the crumbs off his shirt. They’re mostly Yoongi’s doing and Jimin really doesn’t mind, but Yoongi looks at him with a sheepish expression that has something heavier lying underneath it, something hard and self-deprecating that Jimin wants to wipe away more than he wants to breathe. He settles back against the couch and throws Yoongi a blinding smile, and his heart breaks a little at how Yoongi looks so surprised that his breath catches in his throat for a second.

He offers his hand to Yoongi and Yoongi takes it, pressing their palms together and playing with Jimin’s fingers for a while, before he pulls his arm around him and slides his own arms around Jimin’s waist, hiding his face in the crook of his neck. Jimin pulls him tight against his chest (and half onto his lap in the process), buries his face in his hair and inhales deeply. Yoongi smells like firewood and first snow and Jimin wants to give him the world. 

“I love you,” he whispers into Yoongi’s hair, and Yoongi tightens his hold around him, curling inwards so that his face is hidden completely against Jimin’s skin and Jimin can feel his breath on his collarbones. 

He pecks the crown of his head.

“I love you,” he whispers again, moving to the side of Yoongi’s head and landing another peck there. 

“I love you so much,” he whispers right next to Yoongi’s ear and Yoongi shivers, squeezing Jimin tightly before he relaxes his hold and pulls back slowly. He looks up at Jimin like he is the entire universe. 

Jimin actually feels like there’s a galaxy exploding into existence inside his chest with Yoongi looking at him like that, and he hopes Yoongi can see it on his face. 

Yoongi’s gaze drops then, and Jimin’s lips part on their own in response, and he can see Yoongi’s pupils dilating but Yoongi isn’t moving because he is still fighting a battle inside his head about whether he even deserves this. Which is stupid, and frustrating, and Jimin wants to hold Yoongi by the shoulders and yell at him that he deserves everything, but he knows that’s not how it works and that it’s not Yoongi’s fault so instead of yelling he just leans forward, parts his lips a bit more, offers himself to Yoongi in silent reassurance. 

Yoongi breathes a shaky exhale over Jimin’s lips, closes his eyes with his brows furrowed, and Jimin understands. He closes the distance, carefully pushing against Yoongi’s lips in a soft kiss, gentle and slow and light. It takes Yoongi a moment to open up into the kiss, but when he does, he does so full force. Yoongi opens his mouth with a gasp and pushes Jimin against the back of the couch, straddling his hips. He tangles a hand into Jimin’s hair and pulls, making Jimin’s lips fall open with a surprised moan, and uses that to his advantage, hungrily pushing into Jimin’s mouth with his tongue. His other hand runs down Jimin’s chest until his fingers find purchase on the side of his shirt and he clutches it hard.

Jimin already feels a little lightheaded and out of breath - Yoongi has always been just the right amount of overwhelming - and he catches up to the pace Yoongi has set by sliding his hands under Yoongi’s shirt and up his back, palms pressing into his shoulder blades. His hands are a little warmer than Yoongi’s skin and Yoongi shivers, pressing closer to Jimin with an almost silent groan, and even though Yoongi hasn’t uttered a single word, Jimin can feel every fibre of his being scream I love you too.

They don’t notice the cold wind mercilessly rattling the loose window frames, nor the apartment fighting it when the heating finally kicks in.

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hi! i was going to sign up for the fic exchange a while ago but was unable to and i missed the deadline to sign up since i was busy studying for finals :( is it officially too late to sign up?

Hello, anon! I hate to be the bearer of bad news, but I’m afraid that it’s officially too late for you to join the exchange (seeing as we’ve already handed out the assignments to everyone a day after the sign-ups closed).

We’ll still be holding exchanges after this, though, don’t worry. So if you’re really really interested, just keep an eye out for MINI♡CUPIDS! For now, I hope you’ll support this exchange by showing love for the works that will be uploaded by February 14th!

- Alex ♡

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Hiiii so for the fic contest I was wondering if we could do chaptered fics or if it needed to be a one shot also if we can do chaptered fics then is there a way to know if the person who requested it prefers a oneshot or chaptered fic also what is canonverse I actually have no idea but it was one of my prompts haha I feel kinda stupid

ah! the fic length’s up to you, writer! unless otherwise specified by prompt, i think i saw one or two... but other than that, it is very much up to you! (but i mean, who doesn’t love long, chaptered fics?! hehe). but if you really want to know the recipient’s preference, maybe give us your recipient’s username and we can ask them for you? 

ALSO ANON NO, i, too, had to ask alex what canonverse meant like... a few days ago... i cry... 

basically, canonverse is like non-AU, because canon (in fandom speak) means, “a term used to describe things that have actually happened on the shows or been specifically referred to as having happened in the past.” mm, so very much like non-AU, no? (somebody correct me if i’m wrong odg) 

i hope that helped! if it isn’t, however, feel free to ask us again! hehe. maybe alex would be a little bit more helpful than i am. OTL.

- AI. ♡

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hi! in regards to the valentine's exchange, how will we be receiving our prompts since ao3 doesn't have a messaging system and we weren't asked to provide social media accounts in the application? thank you :)

hi dear anon! we’ve already sent out the assignments, have you received yours yet or does this question still stand? anyway! i’ll still answer, hehe.

for those who’ve joined the exchange (yay! thank you very much!), you should have received an e-mail from ao3 regarding your assignment - this e-mail was sent to the e-mail you’ve used in creating your ao3 account; another way to find your assignments is by clicking on the ‘My Assignment’ tab in the collection for the exchange! 

while we’re on the topic, please keep in mind that you have to submit your finished assignment via the Fulfill button on the upper right hand part of the ‘My Assignment’ page (and not by posting the fic on your own account), that way you will be Anonymous to your recipient until the great reveal.

should you have any questions, feel free to leave us another message here (or any contact info provided! hehe). happy writing! ♡ 

- AI. ♡

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MINI♡CUPIDS: 2017 Valentine's Day Fic Exchange

@minicupids will be holding a Valentines Fic Fest for YoonMin.

The SCHEDULE is as follows:

Sign-ups: until December 10, 2016

Assignments: December 11 - December 14, 2016

Check-in: January 14, 2017

Fic’s due: February 13, 2017

Posting: begins February 14, 2017

Reveals: February 21, 2017 

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MINI♡CUPIDS: 2017 Valentine's Day Fic Exchange

Hello, cupids, and welcome to our first ever fic exchange! Valentine’s is just around the corner (err, maybe more than one corner), so what better way to sweeten up the day than chocolates? With YoonMin, of course.

MINI♡CUPIDS is here to host the 2017 Valentine’s YoonMin Fic Exchange! The schedule is as follows, and be sure to check our twitter account for updates about the exchange! We will be using the tag #MCVFX.

SCHEDULE:

Sign-ups: until December 10, 2016 Assignments: December 11 - December 14, 2016 Check-in: January 14, 2017 Fic’s due: February 13, 2017 Posting: begins February 14, 2017 Reveals: February 21, 2017

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MINI♡CUPIDS Weekly: Week 6

WEEK 6:

PROMPT 1 [Word]:

Stars

PROMPT 2 [Scenario]:

Person A is afraid of heights but he still goes to the amusement park and drags Person B with him.

PROMPT 3 [Photo]:

PROMPT 4 [Song]:

Justin Bieber - Purpose (I put my heart into your hands, here's my soul to keep. I let you in with all that I can, you're not hard to reach. And you bless me with the best gift that I've ever known; you give me purpose.)

PROMPT 5 [Dialogue]:

"I'm not going to apologize."

PROMPT 6 [Poem]:

“Because there’s nothing more beautiful than the way the ocean refuses to stop kissing the shoreline, no matter how many times it’s sent away.” ― Sarah Kay

PROMPT 7 [Scenario]:

One of them is drunk. One of them has a crush on the other. Who is who. (Or who is both.)

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072. colors

Week 5 | Prompt 2

Word Count: 396 Rating: G Submitted by: kimnemjohn (ao3)

Summary: Jimin hated the fact that he couldn’t see colors.

Week 5 Prompt Set

Jimin hated the fact that he couldn’t see colors. Losing the ability of seeing colors disabled Jimin to see Yoongi’s beautiful artworks. Seeing Jimin just stare at the painting blankly pained Yoongi, he couldn’t imagine what it would be like living like that. So one day, Yoongi told Jimin they would go somewhere.

“Really, hyung!” Jimin said excitedly. 

“Yes, Jimin, I’m serious,” Yoongi replied. 

They were going to the beach to give Yoongi a scene to paint. After arriving, Jimin was quick to remove his sneakers and run into the water. Yoongi chuckled at the sight of Jimin splashing water everywhere. Yoongi just took a look in the back seat of their car to look for his materials, and he took a small glance back to look at Jimin but he was nowhere to be found. Yoongi panicked. He just took five seconds and Jimin was gone.

“Jimin! Where are you?!” Yoongi frantically looked everywhere.

Sweat was dripping down from Yoongi’s forehead, his tears were threatening to fall. His feet were cut from accidentally stepping on sharp seashells but he could care less about that, he needed to find Jimin. He searched in the car, on the beach, in the water…just to find Jimin sitting on a rock near the sea. A wave of relief washed over Yoongi, realizing that Jimin was safe.

“Come on Jimin, I’m gonna paint,” Yoongi said lazily.

Jimin followed Yoongi to his desired location and sat down on the sand. “Yoongi-hyung, I’m just curious but what do colors look like?” Jimin asked innocently.

“Colors are like you, they’re beautiful,” Yoongi replied.

Jimin blushed at the sudden compliment, not expecting this to come from Yoongi. Jimin cherished this moment whilst staring at Yoongi. Yoongi just found this cute as he caught Jimin slowly drifting off to sleep on the warm and soft sand. Yoongi finished painting shortly after Jimin went to sleep. He lifted Jimin up bridal style and took him to the car to drive home. The ride home was quiet, only being accompanied by Jimin’s soft snores. Soon, they reached home and Yoongi placed Jimin gently down on the bed, not wanting to wake him up. Just as Yoongi was leaving Jimin’s room, he felt a light tug on his sleeve. It was Jimin.

“Don’t leave me,” Jimin mumbled softly. 

Yoongi joined Jimin in his small bed, sleeping shortly after.