Yoonmin Oneshots

A Thousand Fucking Years

Description: V forces Jimin to reveal who he's in love with after losing a bet and, predictably, things get out of hand.

Warnings: Swearing & Taehyung is a bit of a dick in this.

Original Fanfic: A Thousand Fucking Years by jewboykahl https://archiveofourown.org/works/5821204

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"Are you really going to make me do this?"

"You signed the agreement, Jimin. Namjoon lost at Mario Kart and now you must tell me who you have a crush on."

"How do you even know I have a crush on anyone? And why the hell do I keep signing your fucking contracts!?"

"Your motive matters not. Now spill it, midget! Who do you like?"

"This is retarded." I grumbled under my breath. Fuck Kim Namjoon for making me lose this bet. I thought I was gonna walk out of this one with 27967.94 Won in my pocket and bragging rights for a full month, but that assclown that calls himself our leader had to loose. "Why do you care so much about who I have a crush on anyway?"

"Um, so I can tell them? C'mon, dude, it isn't a quadratic equation. And if you don't tell me I'll just beat it out of Jungkook and pee in your mouth while you're asleep instead."

"Sick, dude! And Jungkook doesn't even know, asshole." I shot back quickly, panic rising in my chest at the stupid smirk that played across his lips immediately.

"Hah! So it's Jungkook!"

"No! Jesus Christ Tae, why can't you just mind your own fucking business? It isn't Jungkook." I retaliated.

"Well the only other person you tell things to is me and Yoongi, and it's defiantly not me....OMG! It's Yoongi isn't it!?"

"No! Stop it!" I attempted to cover up the truth, but I knew I was screwed. It is Yoongi, and even if it weren't, Taehyung would still have convinced himself it was and complicated things between me and Yoongi anyways.

V barked an obnoxious laugh. "Due, it totally is! Yoongi doesn't know, and the only reason you wouldn't tell your favourite hyung he's the secret star of your wet-dreams is if it was him. Oh my God, this is fucking awesome!"

I could feel my cheeks turn red with a combination or mortification and anger. I threatened him through gritted teeth. "I swear to God, Tae, if you breath a word to this to anyone, I will break your fucking legs!"

"With what, your baby hands? Give it a rest, ya fucking dwarf. Now, help me decide how I should relay this information to your husband, Yoongi. My original thought was a huge banner, but it needs more, y'know, je ne sais quoi. Like, maybe rig his computer to shoot out confetti and play a song."

"I'm not even remotely bluffing; you tell him and you will regret it. This is none of your business, and I will never forgive you for fucking up mine and Yoongi's friendship. You have no right to tell a secret that doesn't belong to you." I told him with more of a serious edge to coincide with my rage. I was staring daggers right into his dark brown eyes with as much intensity as I could muster, which wasn't difficult, because I felt very strongly about this topic.

I don't really know when I fell in love with Yoongi, but I remember when I realized I was hopelessly devoted to him. It was my 18th birthday celebration thing and all day long I was so disappointed because Yoongi was busy working on the new album and was cooped up in his studio all day. Namjoon, Jin, Hoseok, Jungkook and even Tae had all shown up within the first ten minutes and while I was grateful that all my friends gave a shit about me, I remember feeling this hollowness inside my stomach. Something was just missing. Just when I thought all my guests had arrived and I let myself get crestfallen with the acceptance that this party would simply suck, one more person showed up; but, sneaked up behind me and startled me by covering my eyes.