Yoonmin Oneshots

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I'm trying my best to write better smut, I feel repetitive, so I'll try to mix it up a bit today ;)

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Fuck. 

I am so unbelievably fucked. 

I fiddle with my black overcoat, trying to keep my gaze anywhere but him. 

Fuck, his eyes are so intense, why won't he stop staring? Why can't he be more subtle. I can almost feel his eyes raking over my body, lingering on where the brown turtleneck I wear hugs my chest. 

I meet his eyes, nibbling on my lips nervously. A flicker of amusement crosses his gaze, an eyebrow subtly quirking upwards as he sees the result of his gaze. I curse my pounding heart and my flushed cheeks as I try to focus on what the interviewer is saying. 

Every time I look over at him it's that same gaze, like he's undressing me with his eyes. 

Park Jimin is going to kill me.

"So what has been one of your favorite songs over the past year? Old Town Road is obviously a huge hit, what else have you all been listening to?" The interviewer asks. 

"Oh, like right now?" Namjoon asks in English, quickly translating for the rest of us. The other mic held by the interviewer floated towards the opposite side of the group, towards Jimin. 

"Seoul Town Road," he says matter-of-factly, his eyes still playfully trained on me, never straying for long. 

"Anything else?" Namjoon jokes. 

"Seoul Town Road"~ I can't help but smile as he sings, doing a cute little shimmy. As Hoseok, Jimin, and Seokjin each say one more answer, our eyes stay firmly locked, shifting only every so often. 

As the interviewer asks us our last question, I catch Jimin's eyes on me once again. Unconsciously, I find myself puffing my chest out, accentuating the pecs I'd been working on for months, and something shifts in Jimin's gaze. 

The tip of his eyebrow twitches, and his eyes grow darker, but he keeps himself composed and continues to shamelessly stare throughout the rest of the interview. 

I swear, I think I'm going to die of heatstroke from how nervous he's making me. 

The award show goes well, but I can't seem to keep my mind off that short interview. I know he's going to have his way with me later, and my mind races with anticipation of what he might do. 

As everything wraps up and we're heading back to the hotel for the night, I clench and unclench my fist, staring out the window like some edgy teenager. I can only imagine what Jimin has in store for me, but fuck, I'm excited. 

(TIME SKIP)

I relax in the luscious hotel bed, the day finally coming to a close. The small live we had after the performance was nice and short and gave us plenty of time for leisurely activities. 

Three taps sound at my door. My stomach clenches with anticipation as I stand and make my way over to the room's entrance. The moment I unlock the door I'm pushed back into the room roughly, then suddenly being whisked around and trapped against the door. 

Jimin's pupils are dilated with lust and his breaths are short and unsteady. 

"Who fucking gave you the right to look that fucking good, Min Yoongi??" He growls softly, running his tongue along the rims of his lips.

I suck in a breath, my eyes instantly flickering down, desire clawing its way out of my very being. Without saying anything, I pull him by the back of the neck and smash our lips together.