so its come full circle with some yoonmin,,,
based on a tumblr prompt
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Park Jimin and Min Yoongi were hopelessly infatuated with one another.
It was all kept behind closed doors, of course. Nobody was to know. Fears of unsupportive group members, of scolding from managers, of media scandals all did fairly well in preventing them from making it public. They hid it the best they could, really, all things considered, though there were still little things. Lingering touches with more warmth than shown to the others, glances that strayed too often, the pull towards each other that they were weak to, the meeting of eyes, the spontaneous smiles, the extravagant gifts. Despite it all, they tried their best.
"Jin-hyung is calling."
A soft whisper into the darkness of the room, breaking the calming spell that had fallen over the duo. The younger of the two let out a whine of mixed frustration and distress, pushing his face against Yoongi's shoulder in an attempt to avoid responsibility, eliciting a chuckle from his elder. Gentle fingers carded through soft silver locks as Jimin fisted his hands in Yoongi's shirt.
"Don't wanna," he said softly, a note of sadness leaking into his voice, and it made Yoongi's chest ache. His hands moved to Jimin's back, fingers tracing up and down his spine in an effort to relax the suddenly tensing muscles.
He wished he could say something soothing, wished he could keep Jimin in his studio anyways and tell Jin to buzz off, but it was not an option. If Jimin took too long to respond, Jin would come looking for him. They would be found out. They could not afford to have that happen. Yoongi would not put his (dare he call him) lover in danger like that.
So, instead, he responded in a low croon, "I know."
Heaving a sigh, Jimin pushed himself up off of his spot laying on Yoongi and into a sitting position on his lap. He rubbed his eyes blearily and Yoongi could see the sweet pout on his lips, the pleading look, the downcast expression settling on his features. The ache in Yoongi's chest worsened, and he reached out, cupping Jimin's face in his hands. Sweet dark brown eyes settled on his own, a question in them. A request - one Yoongi never could deny.
They both leaned forward and soft lips met in the middle, gentle, familiar. Jimin's hands went to Yoongi's shirt, the latter's delicate fingers settling on the Jimin's nape as they kissed. Yoongi separated them with a hand on the singer's chest before they could get far and Jimin protested with a soft whine.
"Jin-hyung," the rapper reminded him. His face softened at Jimin's frown, and he added, "I'll make it up to you later, after dinner."
Jimin's face brightened considerably at that, and he finally got up from the chair and stretched. He stole another kiss before heading to the door, offering a little wiggle of his fingers in farewell.
"Good luck, Yoongi-hyung," he called out behind him as he opened the door and exited.
It was an excuse, of course; a cover-up, referencing the work Yoongi had been ignoring for the past hour or so, so nobody would question their time spent together. It was his little bat cave of sorts, after all - what else would he be doing in there besides composing more music? And Jimin just liked to keep his hyung company, that was all.
Jimin padded down the hall, and heard his name called yet again from the kitchen. "Jiminie! Where are you?"
"Right here," he replied as he walked into the room, spotting Jin at one of the counters, cutting vegetables. "What did you need?"
"Stir that soup for me, will you?" It was less of a request and more of an order, and Jimin picked up a large spoon that Jin had set aside to stir the contents of the pot. It smelled wonderful, though knowing Jin, it was nowhere near finished. He could only imagine how it would be once it was done.
They stood in a contented silence for a while, no words really necessary. The knife thumped against the cutting board at a steady pace and the soup simmered as Jimin made slow, leisurely circles with the spoon. On occasion, Jin would scoot over and dump a boardful of vegetables into the pot. The kitchen was pleasantly warm, the ambience calming. The group members may complain about helping Jin in the kitchen, but they all enjoyed it. As it was, the others were out shopping for dessert, so with Yoongi "working" in his studio, Jimin was the only option left.
"You and Yoongi-yah are spending a lot of time together, huh?"
Jimin hesitated in his stirring for half a second, but schooled himself a moment later. The smell of garlic permeated the air as Jin crushed a clove. "There isn't much else to do with the others gone," he pointed out.
Jin gave him a look, and Jimin nearly faltered. Nearly. Jin had a way of crushing the resolve of any lying members, but somehow, he had managed to avoid getting called out. Yet.
"Even when JK and Tae are here, you're often in Yoongi-yah's study," Jin said.
"He gets lonely in there, I think," Jimin replied, barely missing a beat. He had rehearsed his response before, and used it on the others a few times. "And it's cool seeing him work. He doesn't kick me out, anyways, so I like the privilege."
Jin was quiet as he minced the garlic, then sprinkled it into the pan. He took the spoon from Jimin and stirred it in, then covered the pot and set the utensil aside, offering the younger a smile. "I guess you do get special treatment when you're the polite one."
Jimin smiled back, sweet and inconspicuous, and Jin shooed him out of the kitchen. As if on cue, the front door opened, and he could hear the voices of the other members in the entryway. The commotion moved into the living room, and at the end of the hallway, Jimin saw Yoongi emerge from his studio. They shared a soft look, a secretive smile, before Jimin made his way to join his friends.
He plopped down in the big chair, squeezed in next to Taehyung, and looped an arm around his shoulders as Yoongi sat cross-legged on the floor next to Hoseok. It was hard not to stare at one another, but they managed to avoid suspicion despite the mild envy when they showed affection to the others.
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Christmas had arrived, and with it, the beautiful change over all of South Korea. There was no place untouched by the breathtaking light displays. Yoongi, however, thought Jimin was a lot more breathtaking. His face glowed in the twinkling light of the busy city and his eyes sparkled as they roamed over the display. Their gazes met, and Yoongi was glad that the darkness hid his embarrassed blush at being caught staring.
All seven of them were wandering the city, taking in the displays and chattering excitedly. It was the night before Christmas and, despite the lack of religion among them, they were far too close (and far too childish) not to partake in the act of gift-giving, so they were weaving among stalls and shops to look for presents. It was kind of silly, now that they were all making enough money to buy themselves whatever, but they still enjoyed the meaning behind giving.
They were walking home now, taking up most of the sidewalk as they wandered down the well-lit street, chattering loudly with each of them carrying at least one shopping bag. Yoongi and Jimin walked toward the back of the group, though Namjoon regularly looked back from his place at the front to make sure they still had everyone, so all they could really do was hold hands. Yoongi checked his phone.
"11:57," he read aloud, and Jimin squeezed his hand, excited.
"What'd you get me, Yoongi-hyung?" he asked, bouncing on the balls of his feet as he walked. Yoongi had stopped by so many places, including a jewelry place, photo shop, clothing stores, and more, and Jimin was intrigued.
"Something special," he answered vaguely. Two presents, to be exact; one for gift-giving with the others, and another just between them. "When it's Christmas you'll see."
"It's practically Christmas," Jimin whined, sticking out his bottom lip in a pout. "It's almost midnight."
Yoongi only smiled briefly before schooling his expression into a poker face. Up for the challenge, Jimin waited until Namjoon gave his periodic glance and looked away again, then slipped his hand from Yoongi's grasp into his back pocket, leaning close.
"Please?" he purred quietly, batting his eyelashes. Yoongi let out a weak noise, just quiet enough that nobody else managed to hear it, and grasped Jimin's wrist.
"Fine," he snapped, though there was no venom in his tone.
Jimin gave a very self-satisfied smile and withdrew his hand, sticking both in his hoodie pocket as Yoongi huffed. The bag rustled as Yoongi rummaged through it, pulling out a long, thin velvety box. Jimin's eyes locked on it, fascinated, and the rapper smirked when Jimin reached for it, pulling it out of his reach. He was slow in lifting the cover of the box, and when it finally opened Jimin was speechless.
Two necklaces with pendants that were small and simple in design, with thin, delicate chains. They were made from a pretty white gold that shone as they passed a street light. Careful fingers picked one of the necklaces up and closed the box, slipping it back in the bag so he could use both hands to clasp it around Jimin's neck as they briefly stopped walking. They continued to trail behind their members when he had finished, and Yoongi grasped Jimin's hand, bringing it to the necklace.
"It's a locket," he said softly, and Jimin immediately held it out in front of him as Yoongi went to put his own on. Sure enough, there was a clasp, and on the inside a tiny picture of Yoongi making a rare heart with his hands. On the other side was a sweet message, one that made Jimin turn pink, and he quickly snapped the locket shut.
"What's in yours?" he asked, voice so soft Yoongi could barely hear it. Subconsciously, his hand went to his own neck.
"Picture of you," he mumbled, embarrassed. "No message, though. I couldn't speak for you."
"I'll write you one and put it in there, then," Jimin said, grinning. He clasped their hands together, lacing the fingers. "Something even cuter than what you wrote me." His grin softened into something sweeter, a little unsure, even. "So you'll think of me always."
Yoongi melted a little at that and, unthinkingly, placed a finger under Jimin's chin, tilting his face up. "I already think of you always," he whispered, his face drawing closer.
Jimin closed the distance, closing his hands around Yoongi's collar and pulling, their lips mashing together clumsily. They pulled back briefly and tried again, more gentle this time. Slow, adoring, the slow dance of their lips portrayed emotion in a way they never dared to with words, whether out of nerves or consciousness of company. Yoongi's free hand went to Jimin's nape, grazing the soft fuzz of his undercut, and Jimin let out a soft sigh against his lips.
And then Namjoon cleared his throat.
They jumped, their hands quickly withdrawing and going to their respective pockets. Jimin cast his eyes away, blushing from ear to ear, while Yoongi's wide eyes stayed on Namjoon like a deer in headlights. Everyone was staring, held up a few feel ahead of them. Taehyung had the decency to look away, Hoseok looked down at his shopping bags as if they were suddenly extremely interesting, and Jin had a rather strong I knew it look on his face.
"Honestly," Jungkook finally spoke up, and Jimin flinched. Instinctively, Yoongi placed a hand on the small of his back. "Is anyone surprised?"
Jimin glanced up then, and Yoongi furrowed his brows. Taehyung gave a shrug, Jin crossed his arms and shook his head, Namjoon rubbed the side of his neck awkwardly, and Hoseok murmured something in agreement.
"You . . . knew?" Yoongi managed. He was shocked, but deemed it safe to take Jimin's hand and give it a reassuring squeeze. Jimin squeezed back, much tighter, trembling ever so slightly. Jin snorted.
"We all knew," he said simply, and like that, they all started to turn and walk again. "You were good at hiding it, don't worry," he added, eyes softening into something decidedly fond, "but we're better at investigating."
The couple hesitated as their group moved away from them, Jimin clinging to Yoongi's hand as though if he let go he would be swept away. A soft sigh left Yoongi's lips, and he freed his hand to wrap his arm around Jimin's waist, pressing his lips to Jimin's cheek in what he hoped was a reassuring gesture. Jimin echoed the exhale, his breath puffing out in the cold.
"That went better than expected," he said finally, and Yoongi chuckled, still a little anxious from the encounter. "I'm glad."
"I am too," Yoongi replied.
They shared another kiss, and trailed behind their teammates to the complex.