Yoonmin (Requested)

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Otp: Yoonmin

Genre: As you probably already know . . . its Smut. Top Min Suga, Bottom Park Jimin.

Requested by: virjins (U better like it, u hoe)

Requested by: virjins (U better like it, u hoe)

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"(Learn To) Expect The Unexpected"

       "Yah, Jungkookie . . . I was thinking-"

       The younger male's eyes widened, and he dramatically gasped in mock surprise. "Wait, you think?!"

        "I hate you." The older male pouted. "But seriously! Listen! So . . . I-I uh, I wanted to know if I could borrow your blindfold and handcuffs, please?" Park Jimin asked batting his eyelashes.

       Jeon Jungkook blushed, then regained his posture. "I don't know what you're even talking abaout." Junkook stated blankly.

       "I know about what you and Jin hyung do all night. I heard him screaming your name Saturday night. Such a naughty maknae . . ."

       "Hyung~!" Jungkook's entire face reddened into a deep blush, spreading down past his ears all the way to his neck. "How the hell did you know, no one was home . . . oh, shit. I forgot you, Yoongi hyung, and Hoseok hyung had a space between interviews-fuck. Oh my god, I am so sorry." Jungkook groaned, covering his face in his hands.

       Cute, Jimin thought. "Anyway I just wanted to know if you wanted to, you know, let me borrow them please?" Jimin pleaded, attempting to convince the maknae by using his best aegyo on him.

      "Eww, fine. Take them, I don't care, just keep them. A-and don't try to give them back." Jungkook cringed, abruptly standing up and making his way to Min Yoongi and Kim Seokjin's dorm room.

       "Have fun~" Jimin chirped, smiling like an idiot (A/N: *In Tae Tae's deep as hell voice* "Jiminie pabo"   XD ).

       "Shut up!" Jungkook growled, returning a few moments later chucking the items at Jimin's head (which hurt like hell, fucking brat), blushing profusely, and returning to the eldest hyungs' room.


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       Min Yoongi trailed hickeys across the singer's jaw, down his neck, and just barely got to his boyfriend's collarbone when Jimin placed his hand on the back of the rapper's head. "Hyung . . . b-bedroom. L-Let's not fuck in the kitchen, o-or Jin Hyung will kill us."

       "Fuck Seokjin Hyung, then." The shorter male rasped.

       "Excuse, me?" Park Jimin's eyes widened at the sound of the motherly voice calling.

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