Kpop One Shots 1: BTS x BTS

Yoonmin (special!)

Pairing: Yoonmin (yes, again) | smutt | kink jajaja
Part: 1 of 1
Word count: 1249

Featuring cosplaying Yoongi and Japanese BTS. Because why the hell not.
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"So I have low self-esteem problems. So what?" Jimin asked as he lay languidly on the couch. "I know its a problem, but it certainly hasn't stopped me from finding friends."

Namjoon cocked his head to one side, huffing lightly. "But do you see how many people are in your circle of friends?"

Jimin's face fell slightly, but he recovered quickly. "That doesn't matter." He pouted slightly.

"Don't blame me if you end up single for the rest of your life," Namjoon replied sneakily, knowing how Jimin would respond. The latter opened his mouth in protest, but Namjoon cut him off. "You may not like it, Jimin, but that's the road you're on. If you're not careful, you'll end up with no pretty lady by your side to make you bentos and kiss you goodbye before you set off to work."

Namjoon sighed dreamily, his eyes wandering to the kitchen stove, where Jin stood, busily stirring a violently-boiling pot. Jimin fell silent. He had tried many times to increase his friend circle, but never succeeded. He had also tried, on numerous occasions, to get a boyfriend or girlfriend, and would have gladly gone to the local Rent-A-Date center, had he not had a nervous breakdown while driving. He shifted uncomfortably in his seat as he watched Namjoon rape Jin with his eyes, colour rising to his cheeks. Namjoon turned back to him. He smiled, but it disappeared slowly when he saw Jimin's disgusted expression.

Jimin shrugged and stood up from the couch. Swiping off his keys and phone, he bid the two goodbye before trudging out into the chilly October afternoon. It was almost Halloween. Jimin cringed at the thought of having to go to his front door every five minutes to appease some annoying bratty children begging for candy.

It was already quite dark when Jimin set out to his town house, and almost pitch black when he arrived at his doorstep. A strong gust of wind helped pushed the door open for him, leaves in the driveway rustling and scuttling in small circles. The pungent smell of a nearby barbeque wafted by. It was almost Halloween.

Jimin yawned as he entered his bedroom. He fumbled around trying to find his desk, all the while navigating through the sea of scattered clothes, shoes, month-old newspapers, an Economist magazine dating from two hears before, not to mention the concert tickets from a century ago for a rock band that had long since disbanded. Despite all these obstacles, Jimin successfully reached his desk, sat comfortably in his leather office chair and pulled out his laptop.

Jimin was glad that this year, he had a reasonable excuse in order to decline his friends' offers to go trick-or-treating: he had a fever. Namjoon huffed in the other end of the line, "I'll send Yoongi over. Have fun, I guess."

Jimin lay in bed, fever raging, playing an intense game of Flappy Bird. He cursed when he failed to beat his previous highscore.

"Stupid bird," he mumbled and tossed his phone to one side. It was only then that he noticed Yoongi clinging onto the doorframe with whitened knuckles...

Jimin swallowed down the enormous lump in his throat when he saw Yoongi. He was in a black blouse, fitted with a white laces collar and white lace cuffs, a black skirt and white half-apron with white ruffles decorating the edges, and a cute little white headpiece with matching lace and ruffles. Jimin's eyes were drawn to the black lace garters holding up the long black knee-high socks with black ruffles along the edges.

Jimin's face reddened, if that is even possible. "N-nii-san!?" he sqeaked. Yoongi's cheeks coloured. "W-what are you doing?" Jimin could not help but stutter as his eyes travelled up and down Yoongi's body. Jimin's fingers curled around the bedsheets and he made an attempt to sit up in bed, but his brain did not understand the message, and he flopped down onto the pillow again.

"G-goshujin-sama," Yoongi whispered hoarsely, making Jimin's stomach churn and cheeks burn. Yoongi was equally embarrassed, blushing profusely under the light makeup applied to his cheeks. "I heard you were not feeling well, g-goshujin-sama." The way Yoongi's voice wavered made Jimin's fingers clutch at the bedsheets limply. Yes, Jimin had feelings for the older boy, but what could Namjoon have possibly told Yoongi to dress in such a provocative way, let alone step into Jimin's house wearing the attire? It was a mystery Jimin would never understand.

He heard shuffling around and opened his eyes to see a very red-faced Yoongi hovering above him, eyes wide from embarrassment. "W-would you like anything, g-goshujin-sama?" Jimin gulped and stared. Yoongi averted his eyes.

"I'm okay, Nii-san. It's just a fever," Jimin regained his senses. Yoongi tugged at the skirt awkwardly.

"P-perhaps you w-would like this, g-goshujin-sama," Yoongi murmured and leaned down, presin his soft lips to Jimin's cheek. Jimin froze, unable to move. Min Yoongi just kissed his cheek. Yoongi, with renewed confidence, crawled into the bed, arching his back on purpose as he straddled the younger boy. Jimin swallowed hard and felt his dick start to throb harder.

"Goshujin-sama," Yoongi's voice now resonated with lust. "I can make you feel better, if you'd like."

Jimin squirmed under the covers. "Y-yoongi," Jimin finally found his voice. In one fluid motion, he was out if bed and straddling the maid-dressed Yoongi, whose expression was that of a deer caught in the headlights if a car. He trembled under the younger boy, pushing himself against the headboard.

But he was a cross-dressing maid, wearing a skirt. Jimin was a hormonal teenager. The perfect match. And Yoongi tried something. He brought his knees up to his chest and slayed his legs, showing off the lace panties he was wearing underneath. Jimin's eyes locked on his raging boner before traveling slowly up. Yoongi ran his tongue along his top lip, and seductively pulled at the skirts edge, a faint blush colouring his cheeks.

"Does Goshujin-sama like what he sees?" Yoongi asked, all the while pulling up the garter straps before letting go of them. Jimin flinched when he heard them snap against Yoongi's skin. The younger boy was struggling to keep his emotions in check.

Yoongi splaysed his legs further up and out, the skirt riding up to completely expose his crotch. "Oh!" He squeaked cutely, covering his member with his hands in a dainty fashion. "Goshujin-sama shouldn't see that. Unless... He wants to."

Jimin bit his lip and sat still. Yoongi played with the garters before running a hand along the inside of his shaved thighs. Yes, he had been told to shave-a man! shaving his legs! Yoongi thought the mere idea preposterous to begin with, but now that he saw the effect it had in Jimin, he definitely reconsidered.

Jimin whined quietly to himself. Yoongi was teasing him, for sure. He was also doing it extremely well.

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That was ... ;) ah shit, i need more submissive!yoongi in my life... and maid kink... this was too damn much for me-Ali
Oh honey This is the beginning so just sit back and scream-Kookie