𝑭𝑰𝑳𝑻𝑬𝑹 | PJM. JJK✔

monsters

Minnie slid his shirt off in one swift movement and took a seat on the couch.

"You've seen this already haven't you?" The man asked Yoongi, who stood petrified in the room as he clenched his camera in his hands.

"Yeah..." the photographer said, looking lost like he wasn't quite believing what was happening.

"Then..." the filter continued, dragging his tounge across his lips as he stared up at Yoongi. "Do you want to see more? Do you want me to wear less clothes?"

Yoongi nodded immediatly, gulping like a nervous teen that was about to lose their virginity.

"Then you should come and take it off of me," Minnie said, glancing at his zipper as he dared the photographer to pull it down.

Yoongi pursed his lips before carefully shuffeling forward, nearly trembling as he reached out his hand.

"Jimin... does this mean you like me?" The photographer asked as he gently tugged at the filter's zipper.

Minnie grinned, taking over from Yoongi as he unbuttoned his jeans. "Is that what you want? It is right? You want Jimin to be yours?"

Yoongi frowned for a second. "Did you... just refer to yourself in third-person?"

Minnie's lips parted as his slip up got pointed out, but he did well at distracting the photographer by hastily pressing his lips onto the man's.

"Better get your camera ready," he said after smirking at the photographer's shocked expression.

After a moment of being perplexed Yoongi nodded again and backed up, hiding behind his camera as he focused it on Minnie.

The filter wurmed himself out of his jeans and carelessly threw the piece of garment away.

He gazed into the camera, waiting for Yoongi to take his pictures, and he wasn't disappointed.

The man behind the camera started snapping, trying mutliple angles as Minnie simply sat there.

He wasn't a model like Jim, but with his looks, posing wasn't neccesairy.

Minnie did however, dip his fingers past the waistband of his boxers, and bit his lips as the camera kept flashing.

"Want more cameraman? Less clothes?"

Yoongi nodded shamelessly, completely caught up in catching every single part of Jimin, close-ups, left to right, he mapped everything out and he wasn't stopping.

Minnie seductively tugged at his underwear, showing just a peek first, as if to make Yoongi's apparant lust for him even bigger.

"Jimin... you were right," the photographer said, his voice heavy with desire. "I've wanted to fuck you since I first got to take your pictures," he confessed.

Minnie's eyes fluttered and as if a sudden surge of pure hate came from deep within him out of nowhere. They flashed with the tinyest amount of indignance and anger, but he didn't show it all too much.

"Ofcourse you did," he whispered, an uncomfertable shudder taking the filter by suprise before he made a move to expose his entire body and give the photographer what he'd been waiting for.

Minnie's stared at Yoongi with only an icey cold in his pitchblack eyes before someone loudly banged against the door.

The photographer flinched and nearly dropped his camera as he got zapped out of his focus.

"Well photographer... I guess our time is up," the filter said with a sigh, keeping his boxers on as he stretched himself out on the couch.

Yoongi's brows furrowed in confusion and he walked towards the front door. "Uh, I'm sorry, I wasn't expecting any visitors today... I'm supposed to be working right now..."