Vmin Part 1

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So this quarantine shit got me bored. I would've done 4 parts for sope but I wanted to switch it up a little and vmin. *panic* this is gonna be shitty sorry ಠ_ಠ


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Today Bangtan decided to have a little fun with each other and hangout. They were planning to have a bbq at their penthouse with the staff as a celebration for their recent comeback. The staff suggested making their little event a Bangtan bomb so the other members agreed. It was a warm day, and a little cloudy, but just enough to shield them from the hot sun. 

"Jin Hyung, did you get the meat and vegetables?" Namjoon asked as he fumbled with the bbq grill. 

"Yup. Don't burn yourself" Jin replied bringing the meat out to the patio. "Joon the gas isn't even-" he sighed putting the meat down and kneeling down to fix the bbq grill as Namjoon stepped back rubbing the back of his neck in embarrassment. Jin stood up and looked at Namjoon raising a brow and began grilling the meat as the staff and members began to fill the patio and backyard. 

"Oh Hyung it smells so good," Jungkook said as he stood next to Jin examining the food with wide eyes. Hoseok and Yoongi were talking to the staff next to the slide doors enjoying themselves. Taehyung put a hand in his pocket as he leaned against the house scanning the area for Jimin. Jimin and Taehyung were pretty close to each other, they were inseparable and Taehyung loved that. But the only problem was that he was starting to fall for Jimin. Every time he would laugh and fall into his arms he couldn't help but smile, his heart beating faster.

"Have you seen Jimin?" Taehyung whispered as he tapped Hoseok's shoulder. 

"Uhh.. he said that he would come out but I'm pretty sure he's still inside," Hoseok said briefly stepping out of the conversation. 

"Why, what's wrong Taehyungie?" Hoseok asked softening as he began to baby Taehyung. He tickled him and ruffled his curly black hair. 

"Aaah Hyung not here..." Taehyung smiled as he looked at the cameras on Namjoon as he spoke to the camera. There were cameras everywhere, and he could not bear another ship to be made. He pulled Hoseok's hand away from his hair. Hoseok laughed and turned to talk to Yoongi but he realized he had left to the patio to get food. Hoseok laughed and skipped over to Yoongi bringing an arm around his friend. Taehyung smiled at the sight and shoved his hands back into his pocket as he stepped up the patio and slid the door open peering into the house. 

"Jimin?" He croaked. He looked back to double-check if he had come out while he was talking to Hoseok but there was no sight of Jimin. Taehyung walked inside and searched the house, but realized that Jimin was always in his room, so he decided to check there. He tiptoed inside slowly pushing the door open. The room was large so Jimin didn't notice Taehyung enter. Jimin stood there shirtless. Taehyung raised his eyebrows in surprise and slowly backed out of the room, his body next to the door. Jimin stretched and picked up a black oversized sweater and placed it against his bare chest as he tried to choose an outfit. The bbq had started about 15 minutes ago so Taehyung was dumbfounded as to why Jimin was getting ready now. 

It was a weird situation to be in, but to be honest, Taehyung was enjoying it. He had never seen his Hyung without his shirt on, but the way he looked right now, he looked ethereal. His pale body narrowing down to his small waist that was begging to be gripped, and his slender arms and chest, his nevermind tattoo written across his ribs. Taehyung began to tense, his desire for Jimin growing. 

"Ah Jimin, still choosing your outfit?" Taehyung said his soulful voice echoing in the room. Jimin looked into the mirror startled as he whipped his body around facing Taehyung, his small hands covering his nipples. Taehyung couldn't help but smirk at the boy's reaction. Jimin swallowed hard frantically picking up a shirt and covering himself. 

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