These are the series that I include from my Tumblr page:
-Sexy BTS
(scenes between reader x a member of BTS)
-BTS Short Imagines
(can be random stories that include either all the members, some of the members and sometimes the reader)
-BTS Personal...
Summary: A fluffy, domestic slice of life fic where Yoongi and Jimin bicker to the ends of the world, and yet they're still whipped for each other. Well, maybe Jimin even more so, for the fact that the older man carried every sought-after requirement of the Perfect Boyfriend Intelligent, loving, cooks like a homemaker, dresses like a GQ model, fucks him good; Jesus is this man even real? Jimin doubts it. And for a second, he feels inferior to the Godly Min Yoongi, only to be reassured that "yes, I would fuck you even if you're a hobo."
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Jimin's stomach growled in hunger while he's hunched over his laptop, and it's all Yoongi fault. If it hadn't been for his mature naggy boyfriend, he would've been eating a mouthwatering piece of pizza by now; the heavy slice of pie topped with sauce, mozzarella, pepperoni, minced beef, mushrooms, bell peppers, olives, tomatoes, you know, the works. Instead, he's stuck with having to continue mugging for his finals while waiting for Yoongi to cook dinner. And frankly, he's not sure what the older boy can whip up for the fact that his tiny kitchen barely contains anything edible. He hasn't been to the groceries for so long to know what he has or what has expired.
Hey, he's a 21-year-old guy so give him a break. Despite having lived in this tiny apartment for 3 years now, he's still a mama's boy who constantly craves for his mother's magic touch of making sure the kitchen was always stocked and the laundry was always done. Dammit, he shouldn't have taken it for advantage back in high school. Now, it's all he's dreaming of.
Rather than having his mother around him now, he has Min Yoongi - his 23-year-old boyfriend he met back in his Freshman year of college, and the boy has been filling her shoes flawlessly - too flawlessly if you ask Jimin. The resemblance between his boyfriend and his mother was uncanny, down to the way the older boy would jut his hip out whenever he chided at Jimin. Naggy? Check. Feeds him on a regular basis? Check. His personal daily reminder for his ever-forgetful ass? Check. What more could he ask for?
But while his mother wears high waisted mom jeans and odd coloured cardigans, Yoongi looks like he stepped out of GQ magazine.
Jimin's eyes slowly trail away from his laptop, chewing on the end of his pen as he watches his boyfriend cook in the kitchen. God, did Yoongi look so fucking ethereal just standing there, stirring the broth in the little pot - courtesy of Jimin's mother. His broad shoulder muscles tight against the black turtleneck he was wearing, twitching under the material every time his hands moved. Jimin's favourite set of pretty pink lips pout as the older boy lifts the spoon to taste, tongue darting out after slurping. The steam from the broth fogs up his half-rimmed glasses as it slips down the slope of his petite nose. Jimin watches in slow motion as Yoongi's long slender fingers nudge it back up as he scrunches his nose. The rolled up sleeves of his turtleneck expose the contrasting milky white skin Jimin loved to kiss - adding an extra "hotness" effect to the entire Yoongi show.
