Yoonmin Oneshots

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Ao3 riemember

The soft sunlight streams in through the cracks of the sheer curtains, shimmering against honey skin and linen sheets. Pillows rustle and crinkle under the warmth of two bodies on top of it; they twist and turn into a comfortable embrace— making one of them sigh in content.

Yoongi pulls his partner tighter towards him, his forehead touching Yoongi's chest. A low, soothing hum vibrates beneath his skin, calling out to the person beside him. He wounds his arms around Jimin, and just like that, a piece of the puzzle is solved.

One of the two wakes up to the tender touch of a hand against his face, skin dancing on skin in the most elegant display of affection. He nuzzles up to the subtle strokes, savoring the familiarity of the pleasant pattern of intimacy on his cheek.

"Waking up like this is the best feeling ever. " Face stretched into a smile, he traces figures and lines on Yoongi's neck, seeking solace in the planes of his collarbones.

"'Morning, sunshine."

"Good morning, hyung." Tone laced with love, as it always has been, Jimin lifts his head drowsily, still fighting off sleep, and sets his eyes on his husband. Their eyes find each other, speaking without words, they both thank the heavens above for another day with each other.

Yoongi sighs, nose scrunching cutely at the brightness that the day holds, "It's too early to get up, baby. Let's stay in bed for five more minutes, hmm?"

He chuckles lightly at Yoongi's antics, watching him nuzzle closer, resting his head in the crevice of Jimin's shoulders. "Love, we have to get up or we'll be late."

"Fuck being early, all I want to do is cuddle right now." Yoongi responds with a grunt in protest.

Jimin gently pries Yoongi off of his shoulder to cup his face, dropping a kiss on his forehead. "You know better than anyone that I'd want the same, but we have adulting to do, hyung."

"But I don't want to be an adult today."

"Babe, we promised Namjoon hyung that we'd be at his celebratory party. Heck, it was you who promised him that! C'mon, hyung, we need to prepare."

Slowly letting go of Yoongi's face, Jimin props himself up to sit on their bed. He was planning to head to the shower so they could start getting ready, when two pale arms locked him in place, preventing him from leaving their bed.

" Hyung, " Jimin whines in mild complaint.

Yoongi only acknowledges him with a hum.

"Hyung, get off ."

"No."

"Wha— hyung ! Please, get off me, I need to shower." Jimin fights to escape Yoongi's grip, but strangely enough, Yoongi becomes even stronger when he's sleepy and needy.

Words muffled through Jimin's shirt, Yoongi finally speaks, "You don't need to shower, sunshine. You already smell lovely."

"Hyung, I smell like sex. Please." He counters.

"Like I said, lovely ."

"You're impossible, you know that?" Jimin mutters sullenly, defeat already seeping through his bones.

Yoongi, already knowing that he won their little disagreement, pulls a smug smile and tugs Jimin closer; resulting in Jimin, once again, snuggled up against Yoongi. "Just, let me love you ."

"Fuck, fine. We can afford to be late for a few minutes." Finally succumbing to the temptation of soft bed sheets and his endearing husband, he finds himself nestled in Yoongi's arms. Slightly turning his body into a more comfortable position, he stares at Yoongi for a small while.

He watches the lazy rise and fall of his shoulders, the way his lips curl into a pleased expression, nose twitching, eyes closed and face relaxed in content. And then Jimin, trying his hardest to conceal his blissful sigh, realizes how incredibly lucky he is— how, by some divine intervention, Yoongi just happened to enter the wrong room, all those years ago. And he just, somehow happened to enter Jimin's heart; somehow becoming his first love.

When Yoongi mumbled a small greeting, then continued to stutter out an apology, Jimin knew, then, that his life would never be the same. He didn't know where it would take him. He didn't know what they'll be in the future; friends, lovers, strangers . He didn't know that in the years to come, the man in front of him will affect his life and touch his soul, so much so that they decide to stay together.

Through the trials and through the rain. To have and to hold . Through late nights of producing and early mornings of dance practice. Through every sad movie and every record track. From this day forward . Through messy hair and bad morning breath. Through supporting each other's hopes and dreams. For richer or poorer . Through Chinese takeouts and fancy dinners.

Through days of depression and days of dejection. In sickness and in health . Through every dream destination and failed plans. Through every celebration and every blessing. To love and to cherish . To be the home they can hold on to. To be the guiding light they can follow through. A thousand lives over, until, and even after, death cannot part a love this true . They'll be each other's first and last love. They'll be each other's serendipity in this world.

And so, with bated breaths, they promise.

"You know?"

"I know."