You're Mine- A Yoonmin Smut

Chapter 2- Jimin

     We make our way to the studio. The peace and quiet is comforting after long days and busy schedules. With touring and promotions coming up soon, I rarely get to dance just for the love of it anymore.

     I'm happy I get to spend this time with Yoongi. We rarely get time alone anymore. I was starting to think he was avoiding being alone with me. Maybe I just miss him too much. Honestly, I'm exhausted but Yoongi looks so stressed out.

     I always feel the need to put a smile on his face. He has the most beautiful smile. That gummy smile and the way his face completely lights up just melts my soul.

"Jiminie, which track do you want to do first?"

     Yoongi calls from across the room. "Track 7. I could use some practice during verse three," I replied. We get into position and face the mirror. The music starts and our troubles fade.

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"Water! I need water! You know I hate exercise. We've been dancing for an hour! How do you always convince me to do things I normally wouldn't? Aish!"

     Mark my words, Angry Yoongi is a concept to see. I laugh as he continues to lay on floor, panting and exhausted. As I watch him, my laughter suddenly fades and all humor changes into something. . . else.

     I notice the way his skin glistens in the dim light, beads of sweat rolling down his neck and across his collar bone. I notice the length of his lashes as they lay against his cheeks, resting. The way his pink kitten-like lips curve, slightly parted as he takes deep breaths, his chest rising and falling with each breath. I also notice the way his t-shirt is clinging to his body. Each pec and ab formed perfectly through his sweaty shirt. Fit and strong but still soft somehow. I look back up into his face but his eyes are wide open, watching me watch him.

And just like that, something in the air changes.