Bts oneshots💌

Okay? Okay. ♛(yoonmin)

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yoongi sometimes thinks about jimin.

not that often though, just every now and again he finds his mind wandering to the boy sat next to him. or even when jimin isn't sat next to him, his thoughts drift off to him. it's not a problem, not yet anyway, but some days yoongi can't stop thinking about jimin.

yet, everything's okay.

•••

it's nothing too bad, sometimes yoongi will think back to how jimin smiles. his eyes curling into crescent moon shapes, lips stretching over his teeth in a large smile. the member's tease him about how his eyes disappear, but yoongi loves jimin's smile. it's always full of joy and warmth, and it makes yoongi's heart skip a beat.

it's nothing too bad, sometimes yoongi will steal glances when he knows he shouldn't be. but practicing in front of massive mirrors, baring all their mistakes and tiny details in their choreography, it's hard not to look.

jimin dances like it's the only thing in the world he can do. his body moves with the music, not missing a beat, and yoongi is often distracted by how passionate jimin looks. his features are set in firm lines, eyes completely focused on himself in the mirror; making sure to perfect step and turn.

yoongi finds himself helpless and tripping up on his own feet, the music suddenly stopping and tired glances from the rest of the members. he's embarrassed - he always is - but then jimin smiles at him, a barely there smile just to reassure yoongi, and the music is starting back up and everything is okay.

•••

they're performing live today, and they're stood in the waiting room. their makeup and clothing is done, yet jimin is sat cross legged on the floor holding up a compact mirror.

yoongi can see him frowning into the tiny circle glass before pulling a small tube out of his cardigan pocket. he's a little confused at first - he's pretty sure they shouldn't be carrying anything around with them - but when he notices what the tube is, yoongi feels his mouth drop open.

jimin parts his lips slowly, moving the mirror a little closer and slides the lid off the tube with his thumb in one motion.

he's applying chapstick and it's cherry flavoured and the red tinted balm glides across jimin's lips effortlessly, adding a reddish sheen to them.

yoongi's eyes zone into jimin's lips automatically, finding it hard to stop staring at the boy carries on applying his chapstick.

it's so stupid, but even when jimin is done and the tube is put away and he's just talking, yoongi can't stop looking. the reddish sheen is still there, making jimin's full lips look even plumper than usual.

yoongi is sure that jimin is speaking, his lips are moving and the light catching on them every now and again, but he can't seem to focus on anything else just yet. sometimes jimin would grin, mouth open to laugh and sometimes he would slide his tongue across his bottom lip and then other times he would bite them and damn, was the room this hot before?

"-gi hyung," he hears in the distance.

"yah! yoongi hyung!" jimin yells again, and this time yoongi snaps his eyes upwards to look jimin dead in the eyes.

his eye brows are furrowed slightly and his lips are turned down in a slight frown, "are you alright? you spaced out for a while."

yoongi feels himself relax, "yeah, i'm fine."