drabbles 1
midnight snack | jimin/jungkook | g | 325w
Jimin doesn’t believe in ghosts, he really doesn’t, but that doesn’t stop him from jumping five feet in the air at things that go bump in the night-and he’s definitely just heard a bump in the living room.
Why did it go bump when he’s awake? Why is this happening to him? Why did he fucking need to pee at three-thirty in the middle of the night?
Shutting his eyes tightly and chanting in his head that it was probably just his imagination anyways, he just needs to make it across the living room to the toilet, he can do this, but another noise crumbles his resolve once again into pathetic little pieces.
He really, really needs to pee.
Jimin takes a deep breath and sprints towards the general direction of the toilet with his eyes closed, only to run into something that falls backwards with a yelp.
“Ouch,” Jimin nurses the sore spot where he landed on his ass, before looking up into the startled eyes of the maknae, “Jungkook?”
Jungkook freezes, his arms folding behind his back, as if he’s hiding something, “hyung?”
“What are you doing?”
“Uh,” Jungkook stutters, and Jimin eyes him suspiciously, “uhm, nothing, hyung.”
It’s definitely not nothing. The insolent brat only calls him hyung when it’s convenient for him.
“What do you have behind you,” Jimin is already crawling towards him, body angled low, like a cat ready to pounce if he needs to, “you’re not breaking the diet again…are you?”
Jungkook doesn’t reply, only chews at his bottom lip as guilt flushes across his face.
“I knew it!” Jimin exclaims, climbing into Jungkook’s lap and making a swift grab from behind him to reveal bags of chips.
Jungkook groans in defeat, casting big, sad eyes at Jimin, “I’m just so hungry, please don’t tell on me, hyung.”
“I won’t,” Jimin straddles Jungkook’s hips comfortably, tearing open the bag with glee, “only if you share, of course.”
accidentally in love | jimin/taehyung | pg | 325w
It was never supposed to happen. Jimin had a beautiful girlfriend that management keeps under wraps with great success. That in itself, was a total and complete risk already.
But when Taehyung had come out to them all in the dorm a month ago, Jimin finds his headspace constantly muddled, like he’s going through the motions of everyday behind a thick plastic sheet. His girlfriend asks him what’s wrong, but he can’t give her an answer because it sounds like she’s talking to him from the next room, distant and far away.
It wasn’t supposed to happen like this, Jimin walking in on Taehyung and a boy who he recognises as one of the trainees in the practice rooms, his lips on Taehyung’s jaw and Taehyung’s fingers tangled in his dark hair. They stop to look at him, “fuck,” Taehyung hisses.
It snaps Jimin into action. He turns to leave, but not before catching sight of Taehyung rushing towards the closing door. He wants to run, but he’s not supposed to in the company hallways, it’s a fucking safety hazard. Still, he's surprised when Taehyung catches up to him, grabbing his arm and spinning him to a stop.
“Jimin,” Taehyung heaves, flustered, “fuck, I’m so sorry. I thought the door was locked, I swear--I’m sorry,” he runs one hand through his hair, jittery and obviously upset, “you must be disgusted at me.”
He almost wants to laugh at how he ended up here, in the hallways with his best friend begging him with sad eyes, and all Jimin can think of is how clear everything suddenly is. How when Taehyung pleads with him, the frustration clouding his head for so long finally lifts. He stares from Taehyung’s eyes to his heart-shaped lips and makes a decision to fist his hands into Taehyung’s t-shirt and tug him forward, crashing their lips together.
It shouldn’t have happened, so he’ll say it was an accident later.
not enough space | suga/jimin | pg-13 | 226w
“H-hyung, hyung--”
“Shh, shut up, Jimin.”
Jimin tries his damnest to suppress a whine in his throat. This is testing his limits. He is uncomfortable.
“Hyung,” he hisses and it sounds incredibly loud in the small space of the supply closet they’re crammed in. It literally only fits the width of a bucket and slightly over the height of a mop. Thank god neither of them are very tall. “i can’t breathe, hyung.”
“Who’s fucking fault do you think this is?!” Yoongi sounds hysterical even in harsh whispers.
Jimin ducks his head, or at least he tries to, because his forehead just crashes into Yoongi’s shoulder. He worries at his bottom lip, brows furrowing. Yoongi reaches behind his head to push the door slightly ajar and checks for the clicking of high heels in the hallway. He heaves a sigh of relief when long minutes pass and he feels they’re in the clear.
“I’m sorry,” Jimin finally mumbles, lips pressed against Yoongi’s chest. And he really is. He supposes since he was the one to ask Yoongi for it.
It was one thing to be caught by teachers while making out with a senior in one of the empty classrooms, another thing altogether to be almost caught with a senior’s cock halfway down his throat by the window facing into the Principal’s office right across.
don't make me say it twice | jimin/taehyung | pg | 228w
“Why did you do that?” Taehyung kisses the words onto Jimin’s shoulder, one hand stroking down his side, stopping at the curve of Jimin’s hips.
“Do what?” He replies drowsily. He should really clean up the fresh mess they just made, but his whole body has just been so sated, all of three week’s worth of tension gone in one night.
He decides that he’s going to sleep and make Taehyung wash the sheets first thing tomorrow.
“Why’d you kiss me in the hallway that day when you walked in on me,” Taehyung continues, despite the clear reluctance to respond Jimin is showing, “I thought you were going to sock me in the gut,” he pauses, “I was so scared i’d ruined our friendship.”
Jimin twists his body around to come face to face with Taehyung, his legs hooking around Taehyung’s calves under the blankets. That had been nearly six months ago. They'd since broken up with their partners and gotten together. He stares into Taehyung’s huge eyes for one whole minute before pressing a chaste kiss to his chin, “it was an accident.”
“What?” Taehyung pulls back so he could assess the expression on Jimin’s face properly. It’s a mixture of a sneer and embarrassment rolled into one and Jimin shoves his face into Taehyung’s chest to avoid further eye contact.
“Don’t make me say it twice.”
a/n
-drabbles from prompts from bangtan prompt generator
-there is absolutely no where near enough 95-line bff fic i don't understand such qt same age boyfriends bff chemistry why
-not enough maknae line fic in general ha ha ha
-there is a common denominator here who is possibly my bias oops