･ﾟ: yoonmin au :･ﾟ
jimin, a costume designer, signs a contract to work on the next biggest film, with the lead role going to actor min yoongi.
there’s a catch, though. jimin absolutely hates yoongi, and yoongi, never having met jimin before, can’t understand why.
#yoonmin

brief intro:
jimin & yoongi

seokjin & taehyung

namjoon (yoongi’s friend), hoseok & jeongguk (jimin’s friends)

1.
daechwita

2.
intimate

3.
fingers crossed

4.
fisherman

5.
trainee knight

6.
the king

7.
busy

8.
confirmed

9.
him

10.
positives

11.
disgusting

12.
fun

13.
cute

14.
scared

15.
business talk

16.
jinx it

17.
good egg

18.
good idea

19.
hi

20.
what

21.
kinda cute

22.
ugh

23.
maybe

24.
sad

25.
spoilt brat

26.
lied

27.
overreacting

28.
early

29.
yes

*/*/*
Yoongi was currently crammed into a room with Taehyung, Seokjin and a few other actors and staff members, all waiting for the costume designer to arrive. He felt anxious, but didn’t really understand why. It couldn’t be just over being left on read, surely?

Yoongi signed, his emotions hadn’t gotten better overnight like he had hoped for, the feeling of his chest being crushed still strong, but he had a job and had to remain professional, so he was determined to power through it. He had to.

“Alright, the designers here. He’s set up in the room next door so you all can go in one by one to get measured up.” One of the staff members said loudly then walked out quickly, looking very busy. It probably was hard managing so many people. Yoongi definitely couldn’t do it.

Someone else approached Yoongi, telling him that he was first. It was too soon, he hadn't completely got his nerves under control, however, he couldn’t exactly argue back. He has an image to keep up, who would want to hire him if they know he becomes a nervous wreck so easily?

The staff member led Yoongi down the hall and opened the door for him, revealing the designer on the other side. Jimin was shorter than he expected, probably the same height as him, and he looked small too. Almost cute even, if it wasn’t for the piercing glare sent his direction.

“Stand over here.” Jimin ordered, his voice lacking any emotion as he pointed to the spot in front of him.
Yoongi sheepishly stepped over, smiling shyly. “Hi.” He hoped for a response but it never came. Jimin just silently grabbed his tape measure and started measuring Yoongi.

While he watched Jimin work, pulling his body around like a rag doll, Yoongi noticed how when he was measuring he would hold his small pencil in between his teeth, squinting slightly at the tape measure to get the exact length. Yes, it was cute. Yoongi couldn’t deny that.

But he also couldn’t deny how cold he was, treating Yoongi like he was nothing, not even talking to him. It hurt. He hadn’t done anything to deserve that treatment, so why was the designer so cold? Maybe that’s how he is, maybe he isn’t much of a talker, Yoongi convinced himself.

There was another thing playing on his mind, and for this, he got the confidence to vocalise it. “Why do you measure and not get someone else to?” He asked, because on his previous projects it was always someone who worked for the designer, never the designer themselves.

The designer was silent for a moment, sighing. “I rarely trust others to have the accuracy I have and I like to get things right.” Jimin replied, the cold tone still evident in his voice but he replied, nonetheless. Yoongi will take that as a mini victory of sorts.

“You’re done.” Yoongi nodded and stepped towards the door, looking back at Jimin.
“See you around?” No answer. Yoongi shouldn’t have pushed it. He opened the door and saw Taehyung smiling at him, next to get measured. Yoongi only took one step away before he heard a loud voice.

“Taehyungie! It’s so good to-”
The rest was cut off by the door closing, but Yoongi didn’t need to hear the rest. Jimin has greeted Taehyung happily. It was personal. Jimin’s dislike for him was personal. Yoongi’s tight chest returned.
*\\*\\*

30.
ouch

31.
painful

32.
????

33.
personal

34.
tension

35.
focus on work

36.
family

37.
it’s him!!!

38.
tiny lil boy

39.
who cares

40.

41.
two weeks

42.
three

43.
traitors

44.
jimin time

*/*/*
Yoongi had a weird feeling inside him as he walked into the designer’s studio, almost as if he was trespassing somewhere, but he pushed it down. Jimin didn’t like him and that was okay, yes it hurt at first but not everyone gets along.

Yoongi knows he was nothing but polite to the other, so his conscience is clear.
The designer’s studio was well lit and well organised, it was almost satisfying. There were clothes hung up on a rack that went across the length of a whole wall and two big tables,

presumably work stations, with a smiley man Yoongi hadn’t met before by one and Jimin by the other, plus multiple mannequins with costumes that were, well, stunning.
“Hello!” The smiley man beamed, bouncing over to the three of them.

“I’m Hoseok, Jimin’s assistant. I’ve got Taehyung and Seokjin’s outfits, so you two can come with me.” Great. That meant that Jimin had Yoongi’s.
Taehyung and Seokjin followed Hoseok, Taehyung sneaking in a wave to Jimin as he went.

Yoongi hesitantly approached Jimin at his station, standing awkwardly as the other was picking things up and slipping them into his pocket.
“That’s yours.” Jimin said bluntly, pointing to the mannequin closest to him. Yoongi let himself properly look at it.

Black robes, embellished with intricate gold designs and jewels. Perfect for a king.
Jimin took the outfit off the mannequin carefully and transferred it over to hangers. “The changing rooms are over there.” Yoongi nodded, and made his way over to the side room,

about to close the door behind him when Jimin entered the room too. “What are you doing?” He tried to stay calm but he just couldn’t believe this.
“I need to fit it to you, moron.” Jimin snapped back, hanging the outfit up and turning his back on Yoongi with an aggressive huff.

Burying his embarrassment, Yoongi took off his shoes, followed by his jacket, jumper and then trousers, leaving him in just his boxers. Yoongi wasn't exactly comfortable with his body, or other people seeing his body that he wasn't comfortable with, but he kept himself together.

He went to put the clothes on himself but Jimin instantly snapped, making a sound of outrage. Jimin took the clothes, starting with the trousers, and offered one leg out for Yoongi to step into. Oh God, Jimin was going to dress him. Now he really did feel like a child.

He let the other treat his body like one of his mannequins, keeping his eyes closed and doing his best to block out Jimin's hands, how they brushed against his thighs, touched his waist, held his wrists, everything. He just wanted this over and done with.

“Yoongi! Yoongi!” An excited voice exclaimed on the other side of the door. Taehyung. “Let me see you!” Jimin obliged and opened the door, letting Yoongi out.
Finally, it was over. Relief filled Yoongi's body as he left.

Taehyung and Seokjin were both in their outfits, Taehyung in black and red robes similar to Yoongi's and Seokjin in greyish purple run down robes. They both looked good.
“Woah, you look amazing.” Seokjin said when he saw Yoongi.

Yoongi hadn’t had a chance to look at himself yet, and quickly turned to the mirror. He was speechless. Jimin really was good at his job, Yoongi looked every part the rich, untouchable king. He wondered how much this outfit actually cost, probably more than he could ever imagine.

“I need to make some adjustments.” Jimin said, and from the seems of it Hoseok did too, so as quick as the other actors arrived, they had left. Yoongi was back to being manhandled by Jimin, he just hoped it was nowhere near as bad as being dressed by him.

Jimin started with his trousers, putting sewing pins to change things like the length or width.
“I thought you’d done the measurements? Weren’t they supposed to be done right? That's what you said before.” Yoongi shouldn’t have said it, he just couldn’t help himself.

A second later, one of the pins went directly into his leg. “Ow!”
Jimin stood up to work on his torso instead, smiling as he took the pin he was holding in his mouth out. “Oops, accident.” It definitely wasn’t. And neither was the time after that, or even after that.
*\\*\\*

45.
evil

46.
overreacting

47.
aha of course

48.
no scandals

49.
...

50.
wrong account

51.
shhhh

52.
the word spreads...

53.
doesn’t matter

54.
worse

55.
livid

56.
drop it

57.
mess

58.
do the right thing?

59.
hate

60.
wait

61.
a reply!

62.
noted

63.
nice?

64.
hacked

65.
awkward

66.
confusing

67.
huh!

68.
just friends

69.
changes everything

70.
what are they up to?

71.
mini time skip

72.
best trio

73.
petty

74.
dinner

75.
what’s the worst that could happen?

76.
food time

*/*/*
“I’m so hungry.” Yoongi whined, slouching more on Seokjin’s sofa. They were waiting for Taehyung and Seokjin’s friends to arrive, Namjoon being the only one to actually turn up on time. Yoongi had already made his way through one beer during the wait.

“Ah, they’re here!” Taehyung suddenly said from where he was looking at his phone, and quickly rushed to the door to let them in.
“Finally!” Yoongi cheered, feeling relieved that him getting food is getting closer and closer.

However, that relief quickly left him when his eyes landed on the friends Taehyung and Seokjin had chosen to invite. Three people entered, Yoongi recognising two of them. And it was the final one that entered that made him on edge.

Of course Taehyung invited Park Jimin of all people, just his luck. And it seemed that Jimin wasn’t very happy to see Yoongi there either, instantly going to leave. If it wasn’t for Taehyung stopping him and whispering something in his ear, he probably would have left.

Yoongi looked at Namjoon, silently letting him know his worries for how the evening was going to unfold. Namjoon moved closer to Yoongi, for support.
“Hi!” Hoseok said cheerfully as he approached them, sitting on the opposite sofa as he and Namjoon exchanged introductions.

The third man Yoongi didn’t recognise was called Jeongguk.
“We brought snacks and drinks with us.” Jeongguk said and Yoongi’s eyes immediately lit up. Food! Jimin slammed down a carrier bag onto the coffee table between the two sofas before storming off with Taehyung.

Yoongi was curious to know what they were going to talk about, it was most likely about him, but at least he had snacks now to calm his grumpy mood.
“Thank god you brought snacks, this one was very hangry.” Namjoon said to Jeongguk, gesturing to Yoongi eating next to him.

Jeongguk’s cheeks seemed to get a little redder. “Oh. I’m glad then.” He smiled, a cute smile. He seemed awestruck somehow, but it was weird. And for once, it wasn’t towards Yoongi.

Taehyung and Jimin returned shortly after, Jimin holding two beers for himself and choosing to sit as far away from Yoongi as possible. Yoongi didn’t blame him. He wasn’t going to try to force anything with him, not wanting to ruin the night for everyone else.

Soon enough, the food arrived. Fried chicken, a safe option that everyone loves. As Seokjin called everyone to the table, it almost seemed... planned how the only seats left for Yoongi and Jimin were opposite each other. Yoongi was still sat next to Namjoon though,

but he was too busy with his new friendship with Jeongguk.
He shyly smiled at Jimin, hoping it wouldn’t be awkward. Jimin just looked at him, no emotions on his face, and then distracted himself with helping himself to chicken and opening another beer. Yoongi did the same.

“How’s the filming going?” Hoseok asked him from where he was next to Jimin.
“Ah, going really well! It looks so good so far.” He replied, almost dropping in another compliment about the costumes but felt he might get kicked in the shins if he did.

“Mm! Yoongi’s doing really well being a mean character!” Taehyung added.
“Bet he is.” Jimin mumbled under his breath quietly, like he didn’t want anyone to hear it, but Yoongi did. He really wished Jimin would just tell him what was bothering him.

It was dawning on Yoongi that this whole evening was planned just to force him and Jimin to get things out in the open, but it only hit him fully when after eating Seokjin invited everyone but the two of them to get a tour of his house, leaving them alone together.

Jimin huffed and just opened another beer. Wait, another one? How many had he had? He didn’t look that drunk. Yoongi was sure if he had had the same amount he would definitely be feeling and showing it.
“Stop looking at me.”
Yoongi gulped. He didn’t even realise he was staring.

“Yellow suits you.” He blurted out without thinking. He didn’t even know where it came from! Perhaps he had had more beers than he thought. Maybe Jimin was slipping him the beers he was opening and that’s why he felt drunker than Jimin looked.

Jimin’s hand hit the table, hard. “What is your problem?!”
“My problem?” Yoongi echoed back, laughing a little. “You’re the one that’s got the attitude. I’ve been nothing but nice.”
“Nice?!” Now Jimin was the one repeating, and he didn’t look happy.

“Is that what you call it? Is that what you call almost ruining someone’s career?!”
Yoongi frowned, confused. The tweet stuff was ages ago, and a mistake. “But we fixed it.” He replied in a small voice. He thought they had. What if they hadn’t?

“Not the fucking tweet!” Jimin sighed, shaking his head. “I don’t have the energy to deal with you putting on the innocent act. Tell the others I’ve gone home early.” He got up from his seat and headed for the front door, a loud slam heard moments later.

Wait. What did he mean by not the tweet? There was something else? Now Yoongi only had more questions. And he knew it was a bad idea, but his body was taking control. He was following Jimin out. He caught up with him quickly, grabbing his wrist to make him stop walking away.

The air was cold around them, windy too. Jimin’s hair was blowing all over the place.
“What did you mean not the tweet?” He asked as Jimin pulled his wrist out of his grip, glaring.
“You know exactly what I mean.” He bit back.
“I don’t! I truly don’t! Please just, tell me.”

Jimin laughed, but it wasn’t warm. “When I was starting out as a designer, I got offered the most amazing job, it was going to make my career. And then, I get a call from the director. He said the lead actor disliked my designs and they had to let me go. That was for The Last.”

Yoongi was speechless, he tried to say something but there was nothing he could say.
Jimin continued, “And so, for over a year after that, every time I would apply to work for films, they’d find out about the great Min Yoongi’s comments, and they wouldn’t even look at me twice.

“Who would question the best actor in the country, right? If it wasn’t for me getting the job for Scenery from Tae’s nice comments, I would be ruined right now.”
Even in the dark lighting, Yoongi could see that Jimin's cheeks were wet. He was crying.

“So I’m sure it’s understandable that I don’t have positive feelings towards the arrogant actor behind over a year's worth of struggle, hmm?” He waited for a moment, perhaps to see if Yoongi dared to reply, before scoffing and walking away.

This time, Yoongi didn’t follow, couldn’t follow. He just watched Jimin walk away, thinking to himself about everything he’d done. He was still unsure about many things, but there was one fact that was very clear in his mind; he’d fucked up.
*\\*\\*

77.
right?

78.
positivity

79.
kinda sneaky

80.
gotta go

81.
oh

82.
an investigation

83.
think it over

84.
best friend

85.
scar????

86.
fucked up

87.
damaged

*/*/*
Yoongi felt extremely sheepish when Jimin entered his dressing room, his sewing equipment in his hands, almost struggling to hold it all. Yoongi would have offered to help with it but, well, he didn’t have high hopes of that going down well.
“Show me the damage, then.”

Yoongi nodded. He’d already changed into his casual clothes so all he needed to do was hold up the outer robe of the costume to show the slit down almost all of one side. He knew it was bad from the pure look of horror on Jimin’s face.
“It was a scene with swords!”

Yoongi instantly said, feeling a need to defend himself. “It got a little, intense.”
Jimin hummed, taking the robe from him and sitting down with it. “I can see that.” He opened his kit up, pulling out numerous needles, pins, thread, the whole works. Yoongi only watched, curious.

Jimin looked so focused as he started analysing the robe, figuring out the best way to fix it, and starting to lay the material together. He really did look in his element, but not only that, he was enjoying himself. It was something in the way he held himself.

Yoongi felt guilt flood him, guilty that he could’ve taken all of this away from Jimin because of his own actions. And how it had taken Jimin yelling at him to finally realise what the hell it was he'd done wrong. Jimin crying was still vivid in his mind.
“I’m sorry.”

Jimin’s hands paused, needle in the middle of threading through the material, hands shaking. Oh god, Yoongi shouldn’t have brought it up right now. However, he couldn’t now drop it like it was nothing, that wasn’t fair either.
“My intentions were never to ruin your career.”

“Oh, so now you remember, huh?” Jimin sounded a mix of angry and, just, tired.
“It wasn’t that I didn’t remember, only that from my perspective the situation was different.”
Jimin completely abandoned fixing Yoongi’s costume and pushed it on the floor. “Go on then, I’m all ears!”

Yoongi flinched at the harshness in his voice, though he didn’t blame him. “One of my favourite designers at the time and I had been talking one night over drinks. He expressed interest in The Last, so I went to the director and told them how he was an amazing designer,

better than others. I didn’t know they had already hired someone else. I never saw your designs ever, though I bet they were amazing.”
Jimin scoffed, but it wasn’t angry, thankfully. Even with that, Yoongi had no idea how Jimin had taken any of it. He wasn’t really… reacting.

“You didn’t know?” His voice was small, fragile. Yoongi shook his head, and Jimin’s eyes met his, glossy like he was about to cry. “I’m sorry, I was so harsh to you-”
“No, don’t apologise! You had every right to be angry, it’s okay.” He waved it off with his hand and a smile.

“And if you like, I could see the designs you did, if you still have them?”
Jimin’s eyes went wide for a second, then his face relaxed and he actually smiled. Fuck, his smile was beautiful. “Okay, I'll show you them someday.”
His attention turned to Yoongi’s costume by his feet,

picking it back up with a sigh. “This is going to take ages.”
“Shall I get us both a drink? Taehyung’s friends, wooga squad or whatever he calls them, sent him a food truck."
Jimin nodded, “Please, I’ll need it.”
Yoongi lightly chuckled, patting Jimin on his shoulder as he left.

His whole body felt lighter, not only a weight lifted but like he was floating. It was nice, really nice, to feel like the bad air was gone. And the image of Jimin smiling had now replaced the one of him crying.
*\\*\\*

88.
how the hell

89.
while it’s hot

*/*/*
When Yoongi returned, Jimin was very happy with the choice of drink for him and also with the muffin he got him too. Call it a peace offering. They didn’t talk much, Yoongi not wanting to distract him from what seemed very fiddly work, but it wasn’t awkward at all.

A peaceful atmosphere surrounded them for the first time ever. Yoongi watched as Jimin delicately held the tear in one hand and with the other worked the needle like it was as simple as writing with a pen, always precise with where he was threading.

He must have noticed Yoongi watching, because suddenly he was calling him over.
“What?”
Jimin giggled slightly. “I’ll teach you a little, you seem interested in it.” Interested in something, yes.
“I don’t want to ruin it further.”
“You won’t, you’re in good hands.”

Jimin did little jazz hands whilst pouting. Yoongi couldn’t possibly say no now. He moved his chair so it was right next to Jimin’s and tried to listen to him explaining the basics but all he could focus on was the sweet smell of flowers and pears.

Eventually, Yoongi had a needle in his hand and not really knowing what to do with it, he just aimed for what he assumed would be correct. “Woah.” Jimin’s hands suddenly were on his, directing his hands to where they should be. In fact, Jimin was practically still sewing himself,

his soft hands taking control of Yoongi’s. Yoongi could feel his face heating up, getting hotter and hotter the longer his hands were in Jimin’s. This wasn’t good, not at all. Jimin must be able to feel how hot he was, he /must/ be. And if he could, he wasn’t showing it at all.

“See, perfect.” He smiled, finally letting go of Yoongi’s hands.
“That’s because you did it.”
“Nuh uh! You were holding the needle.” Jimin giggled, but soon was back to work. Yoongi took the time to learn some of his lines, the best distraction from whatever the hell that was.

“Don’t go attacking your costume with swords again.”
Yoongi held his hands up in surrender. “No sir!” Jimin shook his head, grinning, and headed towards the door. Then, a thought hit him.
“Do you have Jeongguk’s number?”
Jimin faltered, hand hovering over the door handle. “What?”

“Namjoon wanted it.”
“Oh!” Jimin exclaimed, almost relieved as he got a piece of paper for the number. “I put mine there too, maybe we could, I don’t know, start fresh?”
Yoongi smiled, hand grazing Jimin’s as he took the little piece of paper. “I’d like that.”
*\\*\\*

90.
that’s all it is

91.
that was quick

92.
how’s namjoon?

93.
mm

94.
awkward

95.
half truths

96.
a baby

97.
he?

98.
you break my heart

99.
jiminie

100.
tomorrow

101.
me too

102.
the next day

103.
yes!

104.
fifth wheeling

105.
:)

106.
jimin did

107.
watch

108.
not this scene

109.
kissing taehyung

110.
intimate

111.
gone?

112.
for you

113.
next trick

114.
jimgi

115.
chaotic

116.
he what?

117.
acting

118.
were you jealous

119.
huh?

120.
were u?

121.
blame seokjin

122.
he

123.
in a loop

124.
sorted

125.
liar

126.
early grave

127.
what if it’s not?

128.
one week later

129.
three weeks later

130.
two months later

131.
wasnt intentional

132.
finally?

133.
a task

134.
too much

135.
kinda sexc

136.
i-

137.
it’s gonna work

138.
him

139.
premiere day!

140.
good

141.
where’s yoongi

142.
scared

143.
endearing

144.
outfit

145.
too much

146.
visuals

*/*/*
Yoongi was trying to focus on watching the movie, watching the work he’d done for months finally pay off, but his mind was elsewhere. To be specific, three rows back and to the left, where Jimin was sat. He had no idea how he had reacted from his big stunt with the outfit,

whether it was a positive or negative reaction, and the unknown was sending him insane. He shifted uncomfortably in his seat. He just wanted the movie to finish so he could finally talk to Jimin. He had never been more impatient.

To avoid the ever growing temptation of turning around to see Jimin sat behind him, he attempted to watch the big screen in front of him. It worked for a second before he realised what scene they were at; his kiss scene with Taehyung.

Now the temptation to turn around had grown massively, as this was the scene that made Jimin walk out before and cause the whole jealousy situation. The situation that led to Yoongi discovering his feelings for the other, and Jimin’s feelings for him, Yoongi hoped so anyway.

He shifted uncomfortably in his seat and gripped onto the arm rest tightly. Why were movies so long? He didn’t want to watch himself making out with Taehyung when the person he wanted to do that and more with was sat behind him.

Seokjin next to him nudged him, and for a second Yoongi thought he was being too noticeable with his lack of focus, but instead, Seokjin just subtly pointed to someone going down the stairs and heading for the exit. Not just someone, but Jimin.

Yoongi didn’t think twice as he got up from his seat, ignoring his friends hissing his name as he quickly weaved out of his row and practically ran out of the room to catch up with Jimin. The sudden bright lighting of the corridor compared to the dark theatre almost blinded him.

For a second, Yoongi had no idea where Jimin had gone, but then he caught the bathroom door slowly swinging shut and made a beeline for it. And he was right. There was Jimin, standing over the sink splashing water in his face. He hadn’t even noticed Yoongi entering.
“Jimin?”

He instantly froze when Yoongi had spoken his name, and after a moment, faced him.
“Yoongi…” Jimin’s voice was quiet, and his hand gripped the edge of the sink, tense. “What the fuck? You- Your outfit?” He paused, gulping. “Why didn’t you just ask me?”

Yoongi sighed. “Well, you were ignoring me.” He noticed the slight pained expression on Jimin’s face, but still continued. “And a surprise doesn’t have the same effect when you tell the person.”
“But why surprise me?”

Yoongi looked down, mentally gathering all the confidence he could muster. This was it.
“Because, Park Jimin, I like you. A lot. I wanted to make a big gesture, and I thought this would work the best. Actions speak louder than words.” There. He had finally said it.

His anxiety was at an all time high as he waited for Jimin’s reaction, praying that he hadn’t read this all wrong.
“Yoongi, I-”
Yoongi shut his eyes, Jimin was going to regret him, he could feel it. He couldn’t bear to look.

All of a sudden, he felt a hand on his cheek, so gentle and soft, it’s thumb brushing his skin, and then, oh god, and then he felt lips against his own. He was in shock, barely even kissing back. The lips were so delicate, and wet.

“Yoongi.” Jimin whispered and Yoongi finally opened his eyes. Jimin was a lot closer than before, and Yoongi’s heart was going a lot faster than before too. “I like you too. I’m sorry for avoiding you, I never realised you, well, that the feelings are mutual.”

Yoongi was speechless. Jimin liked him too. Jimin had kissed him. His mind was going into overdrive.
“You also look amazing in this outfit, it definitely was a very nice surprise seeing you in it.” Jimin said, a hint of something mischievous in his eyes and a smirk on his lips.

Yoongi had never planned this far ahead, and now he truly did not know what to do. Or maybe he did, because all his mind could think about was the kiss, and maybe another kiss wouldn’t hurt. Jimin wasn’t against this either.

Jimin’s hand moved from his cheek to the back of his neck as they kissed, whilst Yoongi’s hands found their place on Jimin’s hip and lower back. Yoongi could completely get lost in the euphoria Jimin created with him, but eventually Jimin pulled away again.

“You’re supposed to be watching the movie.”
“Fuck the movie, I know what happens anyway. I’d rather be here with you.” Yoongi replied, causing Jimin to giggle. His giggles were adorable.
“Here? In a public toilet?”
“You know what I mean.” He groaned back, feeling embarrassed.

“Let’s go somewhere else.”
“But your after party? I’m not more important than your work.” Jimin’s voice was small, and Yoongi didn’t like that.
“It’s just a stupid party, I hate parties. I want to spend my night with you, and only you.” Yoongi lifted his hand and booped his nose,

loving the way he giggled even more.
“Okay then, Min Yoongi.” He was still giggling, even as he stepped back and offered his hand to him. “Take me out on a date.”
Yoongi had never wanted to do something more in his life. He took Jimin’s hand and smiled. “My pleasure.”
*\\*\\*

147.
seen

148.
please

149.
bye bye bye

150.
as you wish

151.
L Word!

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im sorry this took so long to complete, life has been very hectic :( anyway i hope you have enjoyed this au, and if u aren’t already, follow me bc i got loads of things im cooking up thank u to everyone who stuck around for this au, ily! https://curiouscat.me/wavesgcf 

also, feel free to check out my older stuff whilst i finish up my new stuff :) https://twitter.com/mistaey/status/1331778600798982144?s=20