Yoonmin Oneshots

D-Day (18+)

I was bored... :D

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The stadium was packed, the air electric with anticipation. The bass thumped through the ground, rattling Jimin's chest as he and the staff maneuvered his way to his designated spot in the VIP box. 

Because Jimin wouldn't miss an Agust D concert for the world.

D-Day was Yoongi in his rawest, most unapologetic form. The Yoongi Jimin had known for years, but the one that still managed to send a thrill down his spine whenever he saw him like this—dressed in black, mic gripped in large, strong hands, eyes dark and burning with something Jimin never could quite name. Or maybe he just refused to.

He swallowed, the heat already creeping up his neck as the lights dimmed.

And then, Yoongi stepped onto the stage.

Dressed in all black, his silver chain catching the light, long dark hair tousled just enough to look reckless. The moment he raised the mic to his lips and murmured, "Make some noise," Jimin felt his knees go weak, deafened by the roar of the crowd.

It was unfair, really.

Jimin was used to Yoongi. He'd seen him in every possible state—sleep-ridden, frustrated, soft and vulnerable, eyes crinkling when he laughed. But this? This Yoongi? This was different.

This was dangerous. 

Sexily dangerous. 

Jimin licked his lips as Yoongi started rapping, voice rough, body moving with practiced ease. Every gesture, every glance out into the crowd was laced with an effortless confidence, but Jimin swore Yoongi's gaze lingered on him.

More than once.

Jimin shifted on his feet, hyper-aware of the way Yoongi prowled across the stage, sweat dripping down his neck, veins popping in his arms. And when he pushed his hair back, exposing the sharp cut of his jaw? Jimin nearly cursed out loud.

Yoongi was fucking with him. He had to be.

Then came Burn It, and Yoongi's tongue darted out, wetting his lips as he locked eyes with Jimin. A smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth, fleeting but intentional. Jimin's breath hitched.

The tension between them had always been there, simmering beneath years of closeness, teasing, lingering stares that lasted too long to be accidental, and it had only escalated when they got together. But tonight? It was a wildfire.

Jimin clenched his fists. He knew Yoongi. Knew the way his mind worked. Knew that half the reason he was being this bold was because he enjoyed watching Jimin squirm.

Fine. If that's how Yoongi wanted to play.

When Yoongi launched into People Pt. 2 and the cameras flashed Jimin onscreen to capture his reactions, Jimin arched a brow, winking an eye teasingly at the camera just as his hyung turned around. He saw the exact moment Yoongi faltered as he turned his gaze to the screens—just for a second. A flicker of something in his dark gaze. A misstep so small no one else would notice, but Jimin did.

And it made him grin.

By the time the encore rolled around, Jimin's skin was burning. His heartbeat was an erratic mess, and when Yoongi finally left the stage, Jimin didn't think twice before slipping through security, flashing a familiar smile at staff who let him pass without question.

Yoongi was in his dressing room, towel draped around his neck, hair damp with sweat. He barely had time to react before Jimin closed the door behind him, the click echoing in the tense silence.