Yoongi hates Jin, Jin hates Yoongi right back, and their friends just want some goddamn peace and quiet
They also want Yoongi and Jin to finally fuck it out already, but that's besides the point
(Explicit ♥ college/university au ♥ academic rivals ♥ smut, fluff)
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I'm with you
A flesh-eating, brain rotting disease has infected every corner of the planet. Towns are abandoned, cities up in flames, and finding others who have not been contaminated is practically unimaginable.
With no electricity, sparse food and dwindling hope, Yoongi and Jin only have each other. But that's all they need to keep going.
(Explicit ♥ apocalypse au ♥ best friends to lovers ♥ smut, fluff, angst)
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You're my baby
When Yoongi gets a little pouty over how much Jin coddles the other members, it's up to Jin to remind Yoongi just how much he takes care of him
(Explicit ♥ canon au ♥ established relationship/boyfriends yoonjin ♥ smut, fluff)
jimin x yoongi, ‘I’m channelling my inner you’, yoonmin bickering in the dorm please <3
~summary: Yoongi begs for cuddles
Yoongi x Jimin
Prompt: I’m channelling my inner you
~word count: 278
~established relationship, fluff, humour
Rating: g
no warnings!
~a/n: hi kas, thank you for your request! I hope you enjoy it xx
Jimin was being quiet.
From his place leant against the other end of the couch, feet resting on his boyfriend’s lap, Yoongi studied his face carefully. Jimin hadn’t pushed him away, but hadn’t reacted the way he normally does when Yoongi’s around.
Namely, with smothering cuddles.
“You alright, Chim?”
The only response he got was a slight twitch.
Heavily sighing, Yoongi brought his feet off Jimin’s lap and sidled closer until he could nudge his shoulder.
“What’s wrong with you?”
“I’m channelling my inner you.”
Arms folded tightly, Jimin still didn’t quit staring insistently away from Yoongi. However, his posture was shaken as a snigger came in response.
“What?” Jimin exclaimed, turning around indignantly.
Yoongi gazed back at him with a disgustingly fond look on his face, a knowing smile.
“I’m not mad anymore, Chim,” he spoke softly, “I was just annoyed you didn’t clean up yesterday-“
“Well, now I’m mad at you,” Jimin turned his nose up.
But his arms were stopped from folding again by a firm hand. Gently, Yoongi pulled them face to face again.
“Listen, I’m sorry-“
“I only asked you to be more affectionate.”
“And here I am, trying to do that.”
Jimin’s resolve was cracking. All he wanted was a cuddle, but he thought he would make a point instead. Not his best plan, as it seemed just as much a punishment for him as Yoongi.
And so the moment Yoongi’s arms opened, head tilted in that way – that way which didn’t need words to say come here, I’m sorry, it’ll be alright – he caved. Falling into Yoongi’s familiar chest, he allowed himself to be scooped up in the warm embrace.
Pairing: Seokjin x Yoongi
Genre: Fluff, Strangers to Lovers AU
Rating: PG13
Words: 920
Warnings: swearing, mentions of fighting, getting arrested, romantic cliches
Prompt: “It’s a prison cell.”
Note: unedited cause I’m a fool. Happy Valetine’s Day everyone!! Also this was a challenge that @taehyung-me-down @solarjeon and I set for Valentine’s Day, by choosing a terrible prompt and writing a fic around it without telling each other about it. It was very stressful because I also tried to extremely challenge myself by writing my first ever mxm fic. Special thanks to @joonsrack for reading a bit of it and helping me ❤️❤️ and also a big thanks to the others who let me slide into their dms and talk about my fic jfdksj even if it was ‘cheating’.
In Seokjin's defence, he didn't intend to get caught in a fight. He was in the wrong place at the wrong time, and the next thing he knew, he got himself into a very idiotic fist fight for defending some twink getting harrassed at the gay bar. It got a little messy, about five people in total getting involved in the fight.
Unfortunately, the security guard called the police and they arrested everyone involved. Seokjin would've been more upset about it if he wasn't upset over the fact that he got a black eye on his beautiful face over some twink.
And now here he is, sitting in the holding cell at the police station with the same twink. Seokjin glances over to the guy every now and then, looking at the bruise near his lips and his shaky hands caressing his own thighs in attempts to calm himself down. Seokjin wants to grab the young man's shaky hands, calm him down, give soft kisses on his lovely looking hands but Seokjin also doesn't want to be borderline creepy, especially with the situation they're in right now.
He decides to look at his surroundings instead, although it's a little difficult to see properly when he's holding the ice pack he was given by the very kind police officers over one eye. Seokjin lets out a long, deep sigh. He doesn't want to think about his black eye. It's gonna be a lot harder now to confidently flirt with people when he's conscious about how he doesn't look up to his usual standards.
To his dismay, there isn't much in the holding cell for Seokjin to look at. There's the barred door of the cell, the boring blue bench they're sitting on, a small sliver of a window, and the pretty twink with the nice hands. Seokjin pretends that the door is more interesting than the pretty twink, and stares at it, hoping that the kind police officers would come through it to release them soon. He sighs again.
He doesn't get to stare at the cell door for long enough before the twink speaks up, voice low and quite unlike what Seokjin was expecting. "So, um, nice change of scenery we have here."
Seokjin turns to stare at the twink, eyes wide, trying to process the words that were just uttered in the holding cell. The twink has a cheeky smile on his face, cheeks stained with a light pink blush, indicating that he was probably joking, but Seokjin's not so sure.
"We're in a prison cell," he says slowly, after what feels like forever of him staring at the twink.
"Perfect," the twink laughs, sounding like a twinkling fairy and Seokjin finds him even prettier. "It's my kinda scene. I love prison cells. I get wild over bars and small windows and I especially love having little to no free space."
Sarcasm drips from every single word the twink says and Seokjin finds himself laughing. His squeaky laugh echoes in the cell, hitting the walls and possibly the hallway outside the cell. The twink's smile widens. The blush remains on his cheeks.
"You're funny," Seokjin says after his laughter dies down. "I like you."
"Well, you punched an asshole for me, so I guess the feeling's mutual," the twink smiles wider, Seokjin didn't think that the twink could be any cuter but, lo and behold, a gummy smile appears. Seokjin's heart swoons. If the twink gets any cuter, Seokjin's heart might not be able to survive.
"He deserved it," Seokjin said with a scoff.
"Yeah, he fucking did," the twink mutters, smile disappearing as he sighs. "He's my ex."
Seokjin purses his lips. He wants to say a few choice words about the twink's ex but he doesn't want to make the mood sour. He also wants to see that cute smile again. "He had you as a boyfriend and let you go? What an idiot."
"You wouldn't know. You don't know me."
"I know that I definitely wanted to get to know you in the bar though," Seokjin sends a flirty wink that might as well be a blink with his other eye covered. "You're cute."
The twink widens his eyes, blush deepening to red, and he grins shyly. "Thanks. You're, um, I wanted to you to approach me at the bar."
"Oh?" Seokjin smirks, confidence boosting and he turns on his flirt mode. "Well, it's a change of scenery but can I approach you now?"
The twink laughs. "Please do."
"I'm Seokjin," he introduces himself. "And I'd like to take you out on a date sometime."
"Yoongi," the twink smiles, gummy smile making Seokjin's heart swoon again. "And I'd really like some coffee after this."
There's a 24hr cafe not too far away from the police station.
Outside the entrance of the cafe, Seokjin stares at Yoongi, at his slightly bruised hands that punched the same guy Seokjin punched, now currently wrapped around a nice warm cup of black coffee.
"Have I told you that you have nice hands," Seokjin asks.
"Yeah, you did when you approached me at the bar."
"Can I hold them?"
Yoongi blushes. "Please."
Bruised hand holding another, they walk together to Yoongi's place. They hold cups of coffee in their other hands, drinking while flirting and talking about a second date. When they reach Yoongi's place, they share a shy kiss at the front door.
by: smiles [ 175k words - 23/23 - main ship: yoonjin, side: vmin and namseok ]
summary: ‘jeon seokjin has exactly four weeks to stop the impending engagement of his younger brother, doomed to a loveless marriage. the only way to stop it is to make a better match, more advantageous, more lucrative for the jeon family. it's impossible. it's his only option.
min yoongi does not want, will never want, will never ever even consider, marriage. it's not in the cards. He's stubborn enough to achieve the total ban on marriage talks. except maybe his grandmother is a little more stubborn than he is, and maybe she's determined to see him march down the aisle.
the chaebol arranged marriage au that exactly one and a half people asked for.’
i read this in a night and omfg... i have no words. it was so beautifully written. everything abt this fic was amazing and it’s easily one of my favourite fics ever. despite it having its angsty moments, (i cried.. a lot) the fluff was really soft and really well written and really balanced. there was sooooo much mutual pining, i just wanted to scream at them to confess and get together already. vmin’s relationship was probably one of my favourite things from this fic (jimin is my lil bby, pls he went through a lot in this fic :((( ).
bonus: jeongguk is always trying to fight yoongi in every other chapter. hope ur all staying safe during this time <3
Yoongi is a chronically lonely student who’s bullied after his whole school finds out he’s gay. His home life is no better, now that his parents can’t even face him. It doesn’t bother him (really…). He never liked any of those idiots anyway - as if, geez, he has taste!
One evening (when he’s been hiding in the janitor’s closet for hours, listening to music and waiting for his classmates to get bored of hunting for him and finally bugger off) he stumbles across an old hand mirror hidden in a hole in the wall.
Curious, Yoongi pulls it off and wipes of the dust with the edge of his sleeve…
And accidentally summons a Genie.
Normally - not that this was exactly within the realms of normal - he would have put the thing straight back where he found and thrown some salt at it for good measure. But no one ever told him that Genie’s looked like that.
Besides, a wish or two can’t do any harm right? Especially since the Genie keeps granting them for him (wasn’t there supposed to be a limit?)
Or
Yoongi accidentally summons Jin, a genie who discounts every single one of his wishes as rediculous and “a waste of a wish” and yet somehow find ways of granting them without making it count.
(“I was trapped in that hell for two whole years!”
“ Only two? Seriously? That’s nothing! I thought you were gonna say you’d been in there for a millenia or something. Kinda a let down to be honest”
“Did you just call me a let down? Excuse me? Am I a disappointment to you young man? Because I’m more than happy to go straight back in there and not grant any of your wishes!”
“I’m pretty certain that legally you can’t do that”
“Kids these days, no respect for their elders”
“It’s only been two years! What kinda Genie are you?”
“Personally I prefer Djin. Get it? Cos I’m Jin and I’m a Djin!”
“…”
“Yoongi-ssi you have to laugh at my jokes, it’s in my contract!” “Since when?!”)
