Yoonmin Oneshots

I Wish

A bit of sad fluff for ya, a bit long, but it's a happy ending, don't worry :D

(I'm still working on that smut, I actually have a couple drafts ehehehe)

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Yoongi's POV

"What is your favorite feature? Your favorite on yourself, mine is my smile!" Scott flashes the group a bright grin, eliciting oohs and ahhs from some of the boys. 

I will admit, the interviewer was pretty charming, and he was one we'd met in the past at our first few years at American awards shows. He was bubbly and friendly, and he was one of the few American hosts that made the rest of the members feel at ease. I had noticed Jimin's behavior around him in later interactions, for the first few years I was still his center of attention, something I secretly enjoyed quite a bit, and he would constantly check up on my state of anxiety. However, I noticed it first when Jimin and Scott exchanged jackets in our first interview with him, the way his eyes lit up with interest when the interviewer draped his sparkly jacket over his broad shoulders. 

It was before I grew the balls to confess to Jimin, and of course it felt like a knife twisted in my heart when Jimin spent the night elsewhere, coming back to the hotel in the morning around dawn. 

The makeup artists had to hide what appeared to be a lovebite, though he refused to admit it. 

I cried that night. 

Thankfully, it was a one night stand, and I confessed to Jimin six months later. Still, the fact that it was Scott interviewing us again made me uncomfortable, just based on the way Jimin's behavior changed once the interview started. 

From the corner of my vision, I could see Jimin watching him closely, a flirty aura already shrouding him. He cocked an eyebrow, humming in interest. 

A tight knot coiled in my chest.

Yes, Jimin was flirty by nature, and enjoyed being showered in attention, and it was no surprise that he'd find his interest piqued by this particularly handsome host. 

As the members each went around saying what they loved about themselves, my mind strayed. The interviewer seemed to have my boyfriend raptured, and a melancholy jealousy filtered through my system. 

"I like my finger." I responded lowly, spreading my hands in front of me, hoping to snatch Jimin's attention away from Scott. He spared me a brief, curious glance before bringing his mischievous gaze back to the interviewer. 

I could feel myself shrink back into myself, and I suddenly wished that I could just run away from all the cameras around us. The crowd of staff watching us from behind the bright lights felt almost claustrophobic, and I blinked rapidly to keep myself from panicking. 

Jungkook was looking around curiously as he said his answer. 

"What is it called? Ties? Thighs?" Namjoon chuckled from the couch in front. 

"He-he said he loves his thighs." He explained matter-of-factly, glancing back at the maknae as the interviewer smiled. 

With a strong hand, Scott smacked his own thigh a couple times. 

"That's a strong man, that's a strong man!" Each word was accentuated by a slap on his muscular leg, the muscles visible through the pants fabric. I took a swig of my water bottle and managed to crack a small smile as the members gawked and 'ohh'ed over Scott. There was a small silence following Jungkook's answer, and we all looked over questioningly at the member who was supposed to speak next.