Yoonmin Oneshots

Against the Mirror (18+)

Been wanting to write one like this ehehe

Brief mention of "toy" in story, just fyi  >:)

Enjoy~

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The sweat drips off Jimin's hair as his body moves with the beat. Raising the microphone to his lips, he lets the notes ring out from the speakers, the music booming over the deafening screams of the fans. As the rest of his members move around him, he weaves and twists his body into position to flank Yoongi along with Jungkook.

"They call me... baepsae... our generation...has suffered..." All of Yoongi's energy is focused on the harsh words he spits into the mic, raising his leg per the choreo.

"Hurry.... chase 'em..."

The crowd screams as the boys close in on the highlight move, the part of the "baepsae"choreography that has the fans weak at the knees and foaming at the mouths.

As always, Jimin can't help but bring his naughty gaze to the man in front of him, eyes shamelessly gluing to the way Yoongi's hips snap in time with the beat. The leather pants he wears only accentuate what he has to offer underneath, which sends a pleasant churn to Jimin's stomach as he watches his hyung thrust.

As they move to make room for Hoseok to dance, Jimin subtly brushes his hand across Yoongi's thigh as they bump into each other, and out of the corner of his eye he sees the elder's jaw clench ever so slightly.

Got him.

There's a smirk on Jimin's face for the rest of the show, an unreadable expression on Yoongi's whenever their gazes cross paths. Their concert ends well, adrenaline still pumping through their veins even as they relax backstage. 

"God, the energy out there was wild tonight!" Hoseok says animatedly, a tired smile playing on his lips as he throws himself onto one of the couches. 

"Let's be for real, they were there for Hobi's hip thrusts." Yoongi utters from the other side of the room, and there's a few splatters of laughter from the members and staff throughout the space. 

Jimin offers a smile through the mirror as he lounges on his phone, his gaze fixating quickly on his favorite hyung. As always, Yoongi senses his gaze and meets Jimin's eyes in the reflection. 

Jimin can't help but bite his bottom lip as he trails his eyes over his secret boyfriend. He draws his gaze from the dampness clumping the fringe of his blonde hair together, to the sweat still glistening on his forehead, to the jacket hanging off his shoulders, and down to the way those black leather pants cling to his legs. 

The fact that he's manspreading gives Jimin an even better view. 

Yoongi cocks an eyebrow at his reflection, and Jimin smirks, running a hand through his messy black hair yet again as their stare-off continues. 

The younger isn't hiding how devious he's feeling today, and it's making Yoongi's brow twitch and his stomach coil, especially with that smoky eye and sweaty black hair. When Jimin runs a teasing tongue over his lips once more, Yoongi has to subtly close his legs, crossing the right over left to try and hide the growing problem down below. 

Jimin knows he's won, the amused smirk on his lips only growing wider as he stares Yoongi down through the mirror through hooded eyes. 

Jimin can't help but wish that Yoongi would move even just a tad bit closer. He wishes that Yoongi could sit right here next to him, close enough to touch. He wishes that if they had this space to themselves...

He has a positively diabolical thought, and Yoongi can see the gears turning in his brain as lust clouds the boy's eyes. With a final sultry look at the rapper, Jimin rises from his seat and strides from the room, sending a knowing look after him as the door shuts.