He is a New Yorker in every which way, sarcastic and unruly, with his hair tossed forward over street-hardened eyes. He is jaded by the decadence of the world he lives in, dances just across the borderline of vice and virtue. He walks by, scenting the air with the richness of cacao and coffee. He is a dreamer, a wide-eyed and oblivious muse to his own art. His hair is as uninhibited as he, and his otherwise sweet character has a bite Yoongi can never quite place. He smells of marzipan and the faintest hints of cassis liqueur; he looks like home.

❝my name is park jimin and i'm here to sellー❞ ❝aren't selling things a girlscout's job?❞ park jimin really wants to become a boyscout once he reaches the age of seven. he befriends min yoongi, and they might have just formed a very close relationship. a yoonmin fanfiction. SOLEMNMYG 2017

Yoongs💤: hey do you have the math homework? Jiminie💕: my alligator ate it sorry bye Yoongs💤: what ------------ In which Jimin knows everything about love advice but doesn't know what to do around his crush.

"is it okay to like boys?" NO TRANSLATIONS. lowercase intended. started march 2016.

"So are you a zombie or something?" "No, I just really like the taste of humans." *** Yoonmin and other ships. Portuguese translation: @zincostan Spanish translation: @CreepyGirl02 German translation: @Nayoko212 French translation: @aKAOxz and @Dooly_94 Italian translation: @ Ele_Potterhead Polish translation: @_skuggi_ Vietnamese translation: @rongtrashy

In which Jimin gets caught stalking a cute guy in the mall.