bangtan anni fic fest fills
untitled | jimin/taehyung | g | 892w
Prompt: forced to share a table at the coffee shop a couple days in a row because the coffee shop was crowded and there was no room
You’re fucking kidding me, again? Jimin curses in his head when Jungkook directs him to the small table near his favourite corner of the cafe.
He smiles apologetically at Jimin, but doesn’t mean it anyways because within a few moments he’s turned his back on him to serve a pretty lady customer instead. Jimin sneers. The kid never bothered with respect towards Jimin.
With a polite, tight-lipped smile, Jimin sits himself down across the other patron at the table. He could just go somewhere else, but this place is near his university, Seokjin makes his coffee the way he likes it here, and he has to wait for Jungkook to finish his shift anyways before heading to their dance academy together.
The only downside is that simply because it’s five minutes from the university district, it’s almost always brimming with students during the day time, and the cafe has learnt that the best way to earn more money from this situation is to enforce a ‘table-sharing’ policy.
He supposes that it’s an alright policy, and he doesn’t mind table-sharing, really, but this is his favourite corner, and prior to a few days ago, the table has always been considered as being too small to fit two persons. Then one afternoon, Jungkook directed him to his table only to find that there is another boy sitting there.
And it’s been the same boy for the past three days.
Jimin has not said a single word to him despite having spent a significant amount of time sitting across from each other. But he does find out that he’s a bio-med student, from the revision material he brings in everyday. Though Jimin can’t be too sure about how good his results are, considering he seems to spend the majority of his time drawing patterns in his cappuccino, or taking naps with the sun streaking across his left cheek.
(Jimin also finds out that he's very good looking. Tousled hair and a small face, tall and well dressed. It's enough to make Jimin secretly scan the cafe for him every time he comes in.)
Today, though, Jimin almost completely disregards Jungkook setting his usual order at his table in favor of marvelling at the other person’s bright, in-your-face, orange hair, practically illuminating in the afternoon sunlight.
He’s met suddenly with big, unwavering eyes and involuntarily jumps.
“Yes?” Wow, his voice is deep.
“Uhm,” Jimin fidgets, scrambling for a good excuse for blatantly staring, “your hair is orange.”
The stranger scrunches up his face, “your taste in coffee is weird.”
“What-” sputtering, Jimin sits upright to inspect their coffees, “there is nothing wrong with caramel macchiato!”
“Too sweet,” he says, lightly shaking his head, “Jungkookie did say that you like girl drinks.”
“Jungkookie is an asshole,” Jimin doesn’t realise that his voice has increased in pitch, the way it does when he’s agitated, which is all the time when Jungkook’s snark is involved, “you know Jungkook?!”
Stranger smirks at this, a lazy curl of his heart-shaped lips that is so attractive it makes Jimin want to wipe the table with it.
“Yeah, we do band together,” Stranger's tone is as if he’s showing off something he has that Jimin doesn’t, “he’s a good singer.”
This, Jimin does know, but only from the times he’s eavesdropped on Jungkook in the shower when he’s sleeping over. Whenever he prods him about it, Jungkook would shrug and tell him to go away.
He's struggling to come up with a response to top that. Why is he competing anyways! Stranger's smirk is growing by the minute and Jimin decides that Jungkook keeps bad company.
"Hey," Jungkook appears, all packed up, "let's go." He frowns at Jimin's deflating face, pout and all, "what's wrong with him?"
"Beats me," Taehyung shrugs, packing up his own things, "your friend is weird, Jungkook."
"You're weird!" Jimin squeaks, pointing an accusing finger at him, "and your hair is weird and you listen to music too loudly sometimes and you drool on your textbooks! Jungkookie who is this weirdo!"
"Taehyung hyung," Jungkook deadpans, "we have band together. Now come on, we'll be late." He dumps Jimin's things haphazardly into his backpack and tugs him towards the exit, "bye hyung!"
Taehyung waves at him and manages to catch Jimin's gaze. He flashes him a toothy grin that has Jimin flustered like no other, "see you tomorrow, Jiminnie."
Jimin swallows the lump in his throat, scampering to keep up with Jungkook and god why is his face so hot? "y-yeah. Bye."
Outside, Jimin notices how Jungkook can't keep the smug look off his face. Realization dawns on him then. "You put us at the same table on purpose, didn't you!" He struggles to keep his voice down. If they were indoors, Jimin would be whining and pouting at Jungkook.
"Yup," Jungkook's voice is laced with amusement, "thought you might like him. You need more friends your age."
Jimin groans, Taehyung's cheeky smile and radiant hair swims in his mind, "you know I can't handle the pretty boys," he grumbles lowly, "and he's so weird too."
"I know," Jungkook answers halfheartedly before looking up from his phone, a mischievous smile on his face, "Taehyung hyung thinks you're cute too," he says and then grins widely in the way where he scrunches up his whole face, "eww."
"Shut the fuck up."
let’s do it again | jimin/taehyung | r | 947w | warning for lame awkward almost-sex sorry
Prompt: Taehyung and Jimin end up hooking at a party and their touches linger on each other so much that they keep coming back for more.
They burst through the door to Seokjin’s bedroom and crash onto his queen-sized bed unceremoniously, barely enough sense intact to appreciate his egyptian down covers and extra airy pillows.
Frankly Jimin is too busy shoving his small hands down Taehyung’s stupidly tight jeans to do any sort of multitasking. Eventually Taehyung does shove him away by the shoulder long enough for him to tug off his jeans the correct way while Jimin wastes no time in ridding himself of his own t-shirt.
He lets Taehyung gawk at his torso a little, but gets impatient a bit too quickly. Jimin pushes Taehyung back against the mattress and straddles his hips. He peers down at Taehyung, his ridiculous orange hair fanned out, framing his small face into something like a really bright sunset. Jimin knows that his mind is a bit clouded by the shots he’s taken earlier, and he’s maybe wobbling a little with his centre of gravity off kilter, but Taehyung looks nothing less than fucking beautiful beneathe him. The buzz in his blood only aids his desire when he swoops down to capture Taehyung’s lips, missing them at first, but eventually fitting together and he might be imagining things too but he swears that Taehyung arched off the bed to meet him halfway.
They kiss slow and drawn out, Jimin sucking in Taehyung’s bottom lip and running his tongue across Taehyung’s perfect teeth, while Taehyung tangles his fingers into Jimin’s hair, massaging lightly and when he suddenly tugs, Jimin accidentally lets out a low growl he couldn’t keep in his throat. Taehyung reacts to the noise by pushing his hips upwards, grinding against Jimin’s jeans and once he’s started, his body refuses to stop.
Jimin groans, steadies his knees on the bed and starts rutting against Taehyung in earnest. He presses his lips to Taehyung’s jaw and relishes in Taehyung’s low, breathy pants in his ear. Taehyung is squirming, pre-cum soaking through his briefs, the rough friction of Jimin’s jeans so good on his cock.
Suddenly, Jimin’s body language stills, and Taehyung turns his face to catch Jimin’s eyes closed, his lip between his teeth, biting so hard he could draw blood.
Jimin had come in his jeans. And it would almost be funny if only Taehyung wasn’t still painfully hard and extremely horny. He tries resuming his grinding on Jimin but was flattened on the mattress with a hand to his stomach and Jimin sitting himself comfortably on his heels.
He’s just about ready to beg when Jimin takes him out of his briefs boldly and he yelps instead. It is such a strange experience to see his own cock in another boy’s hands, but before he could analyse this any further, Jimin has started tugging his hand up the length of his cock, from the base to his tip and Taehyung hates when he whimpers from it.
He’s struggling to keep his eyes open but he simply has to see Jimin’s face as he jacks him off. Jimin has his eyes focused on his hands, one busy pumping Taehyung’s cock with slick, obscene sounds, the other massaging his balls that fit perfectly in his palm. Occasionally he flicks his eyes back up and seems startled when he meets Taehyung’s gaze, as if he’s forgotten that he’s there. Amidst everything, Taehyung has to fight the smile creeping on his face and Jimin catches him at it.
He purses his lips and furrows his brows a little, working Taehyung steadily, “you’re so fucking weird.”
And Taehyung would’ve laughed at it, if he weren’t so busy trying to swallow his scream when he’s coming all over Jimin’s hands. He bucks off the bed a few times until he has to swat away Jimin’s fingers on his oversensitive cock. Taehyung watches Jimin wipe his hands on Seokjin’s bedsheets while he catches his breath. Seokjin is in for a nasty surprise.
Speaking of the devil, Taehyung only has enough time to tug his jeans back on before Seokjin bursts in through the door and after assessing the situation, promptly starts shrieking for them to go to fucking hell you sons of bitches i swear to god--
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The next time it happens, Jimin is completely sober.
He pulls Taehyung into an empty classroom one afternoon and locks the door. Taehyung looks at him and his mind swims back to that encounter three weeks ago. Taehyung holds his breath, waiting, but the Jimin in front of him is completely devoid of the bravado he had that night. Jimin is shuffling his feet and looking everywhere but at Taehyung.
“What are we doing here, Jimin?”
“I just-” Jimin starts, then stops to lick his chapped lips, “I’ve been thinking,” he stutters, “about you,” his voice trails off, “a lot, ah never mind, I’m being stupid.”
Taehyung won’t have any of that. Because if Taehyung were to be completely honest, he’s caught himself daydreaming about his classmate more often than he’d care to admit since Seokjin’s party.
So he does the sensible thing and backs Jimin up against the one of the well-arranged desks and stares straight into Jimin’s eyes in a way that compels him to stare back, nervous and uncomfortable.
“Is there something on my face,” Jimin gulps, “you’re creeping me out.”
“Do you still want to fuck?” Taehyung suggests nonchalantly and Jimin flinches.
Maybe this wasn’t such a good idea afterall.
But then Taehyung is trailing fingers up his arm and leaving behind a line of burning desire. Being this up close and sober, he’s finding Taehyung way too attractive for his health.
Jimin heaves in a breath, willing his body to just not arch straight into Taehyung’s, “yes.”
a/n
- fills written for bangtanexchange's bts first anniversary fic fest!
- there were sooo many lovely prompts but i only had time for like...two and a half lol i really wanted to fill some jimin/jungkook but it didn't make it heh maybe i'll post the wip(s)
- i really like 95-line otp