Yoonmin Oneshots

Fight

Sorry, I've been fighting writer's block and had absolutely no ideas for a chapter lmao.

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YOONGI'S POV

It's the third time Jimin's brushed his hand across my middle. No matter how many electrifying tingles it sends down my spine at his contact, the amount of times he's interacted with me is starting to get a bit suspicious. 

At least I think so. 

I try to send him a subtle 'stop touching me like that in front of the fans' look, but he merely flashes me a bright, dazzling smile and skips off to some other part of the stage. 

Sometimes, I think he might be a bit air headed. But deep down I know that he's incredibly intelligent and very perceptive. Therefore I concur that his smile was most definitely teasing. 

As I look out across the sea of screaming fans, I take a moment to try and pick out individual faces - a habit of mine I've had since day one. It makes me feel more connected to the people out in the crowd rather than seeing them as one big mob. 

Through my peripheral, I see Jimin and Taehyung dancing around each other, and I bop along to the beat as Jimin's high vocals pour through my in-ears and the speakers around us. 

The concert runs smoothly for a while after that, and I try to keep minimal contact with my ever-clingy boyfriend, who hovers around me quite often as I rap song after song. 

I'm standing watching the fans, listening contentedly to Jungkook's verse, when I'm approached by Taehyung. 

Taehyung, who's carrying a whole other human in his arms. 

With a big smile, Taehyung unceremoniously attempts to dump Jimin into my hold, and I instantly stiffen, standing rod-straight and refusing any extra contact. 

Jimin swings an arm around my shoulders as Taehyung presses him up against me. Irritation flashes through me, but I keep it well masked, wrinkling my nose and pressing my mouth into a thin line in my usual teasing manner. 

I stare Taehyung down, and I watch his smile fade ever so slightly, and he gently puts Jimin down, who's now singing with an arm around my shoulders. 

I edge away from him, and eventually he lets me go. I breathe a sigh of relief and try to put as much distance as I can from him. I don't miss the flash of hurt that crosses his eyes as I step away from him, and I fight to keep my resolve from slipping and feeling guilty. 

Don't get me wrong, I am completely and irrevocably in love with Park Jimin, but sometimes, he's not good at being subtle. He's like an open book - you can easily read his emotions just by the look in his eye or the subtle quirk of his lips. Therefore, whenever we're on camera and surrounded by fans, the members and I have told him that he must keep his emotions and feelings in check, for fear of exposure and potential threats to the group. 

At first, Jimin took it the wrong way, thinking that the members and staff wanted him to quench his personality and stuff it down, putting on a sort of facade in front of the fans. He felt that he wouldn't feel genuine and that he'd be lying to the fans, but he bounced back pretty soon after a long talk (and lots of kisses from me later). 

He's been even more clingy lately, however, and it's been making me nervous with how much he's been hovering and interacting with me. We know there's eagle-eyed fans and that there are already suspicions amongst some that 'Yoonmin is real,' but we still need to keep it under wraps as best as possible. 

The concert finishes with a bang, and that bittersweet feeling fills me once more as the platform descends under the stage. The stage lights still burn in the back of my mind, even though we've just stepped off. The adrenaline's still pumping, and I can feel the sweat sticking my shirt to my skin. Jimin's beside me, his energy a stark contrast to my own. He's practically buzzing, the kind of excitement only he seems capable of holding onto, even backstage.