Yoonmin Oneshots

Not the Marrying Type

Description: Yoongi doesn't think Jimin is the marrying type

Warnings: Fluffy af! Mentions of sex. Smut. Insecure Yoongi. Jimin can be a little bit of a slut. Mentions of hospitals/death. Harmless shade thrown towards Tae.

Original Fanfiction: Not the Marrying Type by luridlolly http://luridlolly.livejournal.com/6751.html

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"Next week will be our nine month anniversary, Yoongi Hyung," Jimin said, leaning over the back of the settee and wrapping his arms around Yoongi's shoulders.

"Nine months? I think you'd better have a look at your math, pabo; it's been ten months by my count."

"Sure, but only nine months since we first..." Jimin paused, licking along the shell of Yoongi's ear, "You know."

Yoongi blushed. "Tart."

"You like it."

Yoongi turned his head and kissed Jimin lightly. "Yeah, I guess I do."

Jimin climbed over the back of the settee (instead of just walking around it like a normal person), and landed in an upside-down lump next to Yoongi, and then climbed into Yoongi's lap.

"So, how're we celebrating?" Jimin asked, slipping his fingers through Yoongi's hair.

Yoongi let his eyes fall closed. "I suppose we'll exchange cards."

Jimin slapped him on the shoulder. "Cards? Cards?"

"Cards are standard for anniversaries, aren't they?" Yoongi asked, opening one eye.

"I meant what kind of crazy sex will we be having, you nonce, not oh, shall we exchange cards and small boxes of chocolates? Then you can ask my father for my hand in marriage, tee hee!"

Yoongi was quite for a moment as Jimin pouted. "I could buy you chocolates, too, if you wanted," Yoongi said slowly.

"I hate you," Jimin announced as he climbed off Yoongi's lap. "You're terrible. You're fired. You're fired from being my boyfriend."

Jimin turned to march out of the room in a fit of righteous indignation but Yoongi stood and wrapped his arms around him. 

"Let go. I hate you."

"But do you really?" Yoongi asked, his voice rumbling in his chest.

Jimin struggled a little, but Yoongi just chuckled and walked the smaller man to their room. "I'm furious, Hyung. Don't test me. I'm madder than a lobster strapped to a kite."

Yoongi tripped them into the bed. "I think you'll get over it," he smirked.

"No, I won't. I'll hold this against you forever. I'll never forget. Slight me one, and BAM, that's it, the end. I'm furious. You-I'm-do that. Yes, do that again. Mmm, I love that. Yeah. More. Hyung." 

"I thought you were mad at me?"

"Shut up now." 

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Yoongi rolled onto his side and put his arm around Jimin. "It's just me, right?"

"Hm?"

"I don't mind that you still go out, of course you should. And I know you're a bit more, um, physical with people than I am. And that's alright, I mean, it's you - you're allowed to hug your mates, and I know cheek kissing is 'well trendy' and that, but is it - I just want to know that at the end of the night when you get back from your fashionable friends and I have to help you out of your boots and you call me a nonce and tongue my ear, it's just me."