thiscouldbegayer
"I don't think you understand, Mr. President.", Yoonji purrs out, "I do have a gun in my bag, and I will not hesitate to shoot you this second." Her knee pushes harder against Jimin's thigh, hands splayed across the wall behind him.
"Shoot me then, Miss Min, if you really want to do it." Jimin pants out. "But would you rather," Jimin slides his hand to Yoonji's waist, "would you rather fuck me instead?"
or that one fic where Min Yoonji is the new badass transferee that has her eye on a certain pretty boy, aka Class President Park Jimin.