Boy in Luv, for everyone
Title: Boy in Luv
Recipient: everyone
Pairing: Suga/Jimin; ninja!Jin/V
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 1,272
Summary: Jimin hates Yoongi and he can’t stop talking about it unless Yoongi is around.
“His face is like clay, his eyes are ugly and small. His mouth is like a cat’s butt hole, he’s so damn pale you can see through him and I just hate Min Yoongi. Hate him so much.” Jimin’s ranting goes right over Jungkook’s head. He just wants to eat his lunch not hear about Min Yoongi again. Maybe he should have taken Taehyung’s offer of eating lunch with him; he’d prefer Taehyung trying to fit multiple straws up his nose to the Yoongi files.
“Can you just confess to him already? You’re really annoying me.” Jimin almost chokes on his orange juice, that would be really terrible way to go. He stares at Jungkook like the other has grown another head with horns on it. The existing one must be hiding it’s horn under that mess Jungkook calls hair because only a devil would claim he likes Yoongi.
“Hey, don’t be gross. I don’t like that jerk. He’s mean, spends all his time rapping and swears he’s all cool when he’s a left back loser.” Jimin huffs, repeating it enough might make him believe he really feels that way about Yoongi. It makes no sense how flustered he gets when Namjoon brings Yoongi along to their weekend basketball games that they only continue because Hoseok insists on it. Jimin only became friends with them through Taehyung who somehow attracts seniors, like that guy Seokjin he was dating who forced Namjoon to take Taehyung under his wing. Yoongi is the one that keeps them from playing in traffic.
“If you really feel that way, tell him to his face.”
“I will. The next time I see him I’ll tell him how ugly, stupid and annoying he is. How much I hate the way he spins a basketball, how his pink lips make me sick and how his legs would probably look really good in a skirt.” Jungkook tries to keep his food down and gestures lazily ahead of them.
“Well, he’s coming this way so here’s your chance.” Jimin’s cheeks turn rosy as soon as he looks up to see Yoongi walking towards them. His uniform shirt left with the top two buttons undone and his tie hanging loose. He’s been reprimanded many times for not tucking in his shirt but it’s never stopped him from doing it. Jimin feels his mouth go dry as Yoongi raises a hand to run his fingers through his auburn hair.
“Yeah, I’m leaving now.” Jimin doesn’t hear a word Jungkook says or notice him slip away to go cling to Hoseok as the second year student passes by. Yoongi reaches the table sooner than Jimin anticipated. He parts his lips to try and greet the other but only a squeak passes his lips.
“Did you get me lunch?” Jimin only blinks in response but Yoongi doesn’t require a reply, he slides into the chair next to Jimin and picks at the first year student’s forgotten lunch. “Ah Park Jiminnie remembered I like strawberries. You packed these from home right?”
Jimin nods mutely and he doesn’t watch strawberry juice paint Yoongi’s lips red as the other takes a bite of a large strawberry. Jimin had only washed and cut off the greens not wanting his strawberries to be soggy by the time he could eat them. He doesn’t think of licking the strawberry juice off Yoongi’s lips, maybe off his chin when it starts to roll lower. He might later tell Jungkook that Yoongi is a strawberry thief who eats like a pig but he’s not going to stop Yoongi from eating more strawberries.
“So I heard from Taehyung you’ve got a crush on some asshole.” Jimin’s nails dig into his slacks. He can’t quite remember what he’s said to Taehyung but whatever it is he hopes Yoongi really is as stupid as he’s told Jungkook he is. “Some short guy with fail raps, vampire skin, nasty gummy smile and who’s probably going to be in high school till he’s forty sitting next to his own kids.”
“Uh…” Jimin is certain that translates to I’m your biggest fan, Yoongi-hyung because Yoongi is leaning closer and looking at him like he might kiss him. Jimin closes his eyes anticipating the contact. He gets a flick to the forehead instead, eyes flying open to stare at Yoongi smiling close to him.
“You’re shorter so wear lifts for our date Friday.” Yoongi stands up, Jimin makes a small whining noise from the back of his throat that has Yoongi pause in his step. “Yeah, I think you’re cute too.” He leans down to brush his lips over Jimin’s, long fingers resting on the back of Jimin’s neck. The touch makes goosebumps rise on Jimin’s skin, his lips tingle and his knees go weak. It’s a good thing he’s sitting down as he’s certain he wouldn’t be able to support his body in that moment.
Yoongi’s moving back and Jimin can’t let him go just yet, he grabs Yoongi by his shirt pulling him out of the cafeteria. Yoongi mutters curses as they move around tables, chairs and people who give them confused looks as they pass. Jimin brings Yoongi into the bathroom, ushering out all other occupants then presses Yoongi up against the wall. Yoongi really is slightly taller as Jimin has to lean up to mold his mouth to Yoongi’s. He tastes of strawberries, chocolate milk and rainbows; at least that’s the way Jimin will describe it when he tells Jungkook all about it.
He’s definitely going to leave out the part where Yoongi shoves him away, laughs and wipes saliva off his lips with the back of his hand. Yoongi wipes the hand clean on Jimin’s pristine white shirt, the one his mother ironed for him that very morning. He wrinkles his nose, he shouldn’t be thinking about his mother when he has Yoongi owner of very soft lips standing in front of him.
“Why didn’t you do that before? We could have been making out for weeks now.” He bops the top of Jimin’s head but Jimin is already seeing stars so there’s no negative effect. Yoongi rolls his eyes as Jimin wraps his arms around him. “We really have to work on the communication part. You can’t just keep staring at me like I’m the last bottle of icy cool water left on a heat wave day.”
“I like you Yoongi-hyung.” Jimin would do a backflip to celebrate finally letting the words out if it didn’t mean having to let go of Yoongi.
“Yeah, I got that. Friday, shoe lifts, don’t be late.” Yoongi shoves Jimin off of him and walks towards the bathroom exit. He stops at the doorway to turn and face Jimin. “Also please stop staring at cat butt holes, that’s just not right.” Jimin opens his mouth to respond but Yoongi is already gone and he’s pretty sure by the end of the day Yoongi will have him labeled a cat lover.
“Hey, Yoongi-hyung!” Jimin chases after Yoongi, glad that at least one bad things he’s said about Yoongi is true. The other is too lazy to run so he might be able to catch him before Yoongi starts spreading rumors and get another kiss before his history lesson.
Recipient: everyone
Pairing: Suga/Jimin; ninja!Jin/V
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 1,272
Summary: Jimin hates Yoongi and he can’t stop talking about it unless Yoongi is around.
“His face is like clay, his eyes are ugly and small. His mouth is like a cat’s butt hole, he’s so damn pale you can see through him and I just hate Min Yoongi. Hate him so much.” Jimin’s ranting goes right over Jungkook’s head. He just wants to eat his lunch not hear about Min Yoongi again. Maybe he should have taken Taehyung’s offer of eating lunch with him; he’d prefer Taehyung trying to fit multiple straws up his nose to the Yoongi files.
“Can you just confess to him already? You’re really annoying me.” Jimin almost chokes on his orange juice, that would be really terrible way to go. He stares at Jungkook like the other has grown another head with horns on it. The existing one must be hiding it’s horn under that mess Jungkook calls hair because only a devil would claim he likes Yoongi.
“Hey, don’t be gross. I don’t like that jerk. He’s mean, spends all his time rapping and swears he’s all cool when he’s a left back loser.” Jimin huffs, repeating it enough might make him believe he really feels that way about Yoongi. It makes no sense how flustered he gets when Namjoon brings Yoongi along to their weekend basketball games that they only continue because Hoseok insists on it. Jimin only became friends with them through Taehyung who somehow attracts seniors, like that guy Seokjin he was dating who forced Namjoon to take Taehyung under his wing. Yoongi is the one that keeps them from playing in traffic.
“If you really feel that way, tell him to his face.”
“I will. The next time I see him I’ll tell him how ugly, stupid and annoying he is. How much I hate the way he spins a basketball, how his pink lips make me sick and how his legs would probably look really good in a skirt.” Jungkook tries to keep his food down and gestures lazily ahead of them.
“Well, he’s coming this way so here’s your chance.” Jimin’s cheeks turn rosy as soon as he looks up to see Yoongi walking towards them. His uniform shirt left with the top two buttons undone and his tie hanging loose. He’s been reprimanded many times for not tucking in his shirt but it’s never stopped him from doing it. Jimin feels his mouth go dry as Yoongi raises a hand to run his fingers through his auburn hair.
“Yeah, I’m leaving now.” Jimin doesn’t hear a word Jungkook says or notice him slip away to go cling to Hoseok as the second year student passes by. Yoongi reaches the table sooner than Jimin anticipated. He parts his lips to try and greet the other but only a squeak passes his lips.
“Did you get me lunch?” Jimin only blinks in response but Yoongi doesn’t require a reply, he slides into the chair next to Jimin and picks at the first year student’s forgotten lunch. “Ah Park Jiminnie remembered I like strawberries. You packed these from home right?”
Jimin nods mutely and he doesn’t watch strawberry juice paint Yoongi’s lips red as the other takes a bite of a large strawberry. Jimin had only washed and cut off the greens not wanting his strawberries to be soggy by the time he could eat them. He doesn’t think of licking the strawberry juice off Yoongi’s lips, maybe off his chin when it starts to roll lower. He might later tell Jungkook that Yoongi is a strawberry thief who eats like a pig but he’s not going to stop Yoongi from eating more strawberries.
“So I heard from Taehyung you’ve got a crush on some asshole.” Jimin’s nails dig into his slacks. He can’t quite remember what he’s said to Taehyung but whatever it is he hopes Yoongi really is as stupid as he’s told Jungkook he is. “Some short guy with fail raps, vampire skin, nasty gummy smile and who’s probably going to be in high school till he’s forty sitting next to his own kids.”
“Uh…” Jimin is certain that translates to I’m your biggest fan, Yoongi-hyung because Yoongi is leaning closer and looking at him like he might kiss him. Jimin closes his eyes anticipating the contact. He gets a flick to the forehead instead, eyes flying open to stare at Yoongi smiling close to him.
“You’re shorter so wear lifts for our date Friday.” Yoongi stands up, Jimin makes a small whining noise from the back of his throat that has Yoongi pause in his step. “Yeah, I think you’re cute too.” He leans down to brush his lips over Jimin’s, long fingers resting on the back of Jimin’s neck. The touch makes goosebumps rise on Jimin’s skin, his lips tingle and his knees go weak. It’s a good thing he’s sitting down as he’s certain he wouldn’t be able to support his body in that moment.
Yoongi’s moving back and Jimin can’t let him go just yet, he grabs Yoongi by his shirt pulling him out of the cafeteria. Yoongi mutters curses as they move around tables, chairs and people who give them confused looks as they pass. Jimin brings Yoongi into the bathroom, ushering out all other occupants then presses Yoongi up against the wall. Yoongi really is slightly taller as Jimin has to lean up to mold his mouth to Yoongi’s. He tastes of strawberries, chocolate milk and rainbows; at least that’s the way Jimin will describe it when he tells Jungkook all about it.
He’s definitely going to leave out the part where Yoongi shoves him away, laughs and wipes saliva off his lips with the back of his hand. Yoongi wipes the hand clean on Jimin’s pristine white shirt, the one his mother ironed for him that very morning. He wrinkles his nose, he shouldn’t be thinking about his mother when he has Yoongi owner of very soft lips standing in front of him.
“Why didn’t you do that before? We could have been making out for weeks now.” He bops the top of Jimin’s head but Jimin is already seeing stars so there’s no negative effect. Yoongi rolls his eyes as Jimin wraps his arms around him. “We really have to work on the communication part. You can’t just keep staring at me like I’m the last bottle of icy cool water left on a heat wave day.”
“I like you Yoongi-hyung.” Jimin would do a backflip to celebrate finally letting the words out if it didn’t mean having to let go of Yoongi.
“Yeah, I got that. Friday, shoe lifts, don’t be late.” Yoongi shoves Jimin off of him and walks towards the bathroom exit. He stops at the doorway to turn and face Jimin. “Also please stop staring at cat butt holes, that’s just not right.” Jimin opens his mouth to respond but Yoongi is already gone and he’s pretty sure by the end of the day Yoongi will have him labeled a cat lover.
“Hey, Yoongi-hyung!” Jimin chases after Yoongi, glad that at least one bad things he’s said about Yoongi is true. The other is too lazy to run so he might be able to catch him before Yoongi starts spreading rumors and get another kiss before his history lesson.