Jungkook is so polite and kind.like i noticed it a long time ago.He behaves so well,whether it is towards his elders or a little kid.He always bows (usually a full nintety degree bow) to whoever he sees,whether it is another artist or a staff member,thanking them for their hard work,brings food for the people he is going to film with,starting from their first ever radio show to his most recent activities,like celebrity bromance with Minwoo.
And of course he is such a sweetheart to his fans.The fans he always tries to pose for,smile and wave so they can take a decent picture of him,no matter how in rush Bangtan is.And of course the little details,like in the airport when a girl that was following him with her camera fell,he wanted to help her but couldn’t because of the securiry stopping him,or at a concert when he gave his water bottle to a fan or when he politely advices girls to stop smoking when he was in Hongdae.
I am very happy,he is growing up so well,because unlike the other members who joined bighit,who,le’ts say, had already kinda formed their personalities due to their age,he was just a shy,fifteen year old boy who had to pretty much face every problem he had alone,due to his introversion and yet,he grew with such a soft,delicate heart.I am so proud of him.
listen,, i dont want to be that person but please check if a fansite allows editing of their pictures/videos before doing so. they work hard to provide us with content and we really need to respect that… this has always been an issue and i know some people do it unknowingly but please if you see this; be aware that most fansites do not allow editing of their content!! and by that i mean only a handful of fansites do (cat walk, sixth sense, one hope, imyours are the main ones i usually use). editing includes using pictures for moodboards/gfx and also giffing videos, even if you credit them. :( if a fansite doesn’t allow editing, please just don’t touch the picture/video at all!!
Yes okay the picture is bad but the point is Yoongi looks slightly official and Jimin is clinging to him.
“I hate tall people. I hate tall people everywhere. I hate tall people in offices, I hate tall
people as my roommate (fucking Taehyung), and most of all” Jimin grunted as he
shifted his body weight to an even more uncomfortable position “I hate every single
goddamn tall person who has ever worked at this godforsaken grocery store.”
He gasped quietly from over-exertion as he
settled back down on his feet, an exasperated sigh leaving his mouth and
sucking all the fight out of him. He was
so done. Done with this entire
thing. Jimin swore to god the next
paycheck he got was being spent on 4-inch thick insoles because he never wanted to go through this again.
Every single time he had to get something
from the tall shelves at the small, family-owned grocery store that he worked
at, he wanted to scream. He was not made
for this! He, Park Jimin, standing at
177 cm, was not made to reach things on shelves that reached heights of 210
cm! This was not the way of the world!
Working at Min’s Meat & More (we have
everything you need – and more!) was supposed to be an easy side job to pay for
his simple meals of instant ramen and any damage one Kim Taehyung caused to
their apartment. It was not supposed to
be the source of all his stress in life.
However, when he had been told to take over
the late-night stocking shift, his employer (who hadn’t even bothered to tell
him in person, instead choosing to hid behind an carefully formal e-mail) had
failed to mention that he would spend half of his shift struggling to push
boxes onto shelves that were even higher than the grades he was expected to
“Sounds like some kind of deep shit Tae
would say after hitting up a blunt.” He
muttered, regretting that last thought the second it crossed his mind. Taehyung high was not something he ever
wanted to see again – or hear, because wow he did not know that microwaves
could make that kind of sound but putting both Jimins sweatbands and Taehyungs
rubber duckin one and turning it up to see how long it would take to ‘make the
ducky swim in Jimins sweat’ would wrench that kind of noise from anything.
“Fucking Taehyung.” He groaned, rolling his muscles in an attempt
to get himself worked up enough to shift the next box onto the shelf.
“Who’s Taehyung?” A rough voice asked, the sound scaring Jimin
almost as much as that time he caught Namjoon getting off to pictures of
“Holy shit!” He jumped, turning to the source of the voice
beside him, almost falling over in surprise when he saw who had uttered the
The guy was pretty. Like, seriously pretty. He had pale skin, creamy and really soft looking, with sleepy brown
eyes and a mouth that curled just the tiniest bit in the corners, his delicate
features making him look almost like a fairy out of some fantastical
story. Not to mention the messy, light
pink hair, swept under a beanie but showing just enough that the tips of his
ears peeked out and damn if ears could be considered attractive, this man was attractive as all get out.
Realizing that he had been staring for
longer than was considered socially acceptable (thanks to a light cough and
small smirk from the stranger) he straightened up and fixed a smile on his
“I’m sorry sir, but we are past closing
hours. You can come back tomorrow – we
open at 7 and close at 9!” He stated
cheerfully. No matter how cute this guys
was, he was not getting fired because
some random guy managed to get inside their grocery store past hours.
sir, how did you get in?” He asked,
immediately disregarding the mans lack of response to his previous question in
light of his new discovery.
The man just smirked, his eyes
twinkling. “Do you need a little help
with that?” He nodded at the boxes in
Jimin’s cart – obviously he had been there when Jimin was struggling with the
height of the shelf.
Jimin bristled with both his ignorance of
Jimin’s question and the implied insult to Jimin’s height. He drew himself up, feeling his face flushing
and hoping that the storeroom was dark enough to hide it. “I don’t need any help. And even if I did, you wouldn’t be much
help. You don’t even look that much
taller than me.” A frown drew itself
across his face – he didn’t normally get this mad, but his height was not
something to joke about.
The man’s smirk deepened. “That’s hyung to you. And I’ll bet I can get that box up there in
half the time it took you.” He crossed
his arms, waiting for Jimin to retaliate.
“You don’t even look older than me, hyung.
And it’s a deal.” He stuck his
hand out firmly, a sneer of his own stuck on his face. He was pretty sure that this delicate
woodland elf wasn’t going to be able to lift the box up from the cart, let
alone over his head and onto a shelf much taller than him.
The man shook his hand, and Jimin blushed
even harder with the contact, yanking his hand away before he could get lost in
“You’re up.” He said, stepping back and briefly wondering
why he was challenging a stranger in a dark warehouse in the middle of the
night, but the thought was lost in his confusion as he watched the man bend
down and rummage in the dark space underneath the shelf.
Jimin snorted. “What’re you doing? The shelf’s up there.” This entire thing was a lau-
His jaw dropped as he watched the stranger
pull out a stool from underneath the shelving unit and easily transfer a box
from the cart to the shelf.
“O-oh my god.” He pouted as soon as he realized that he had
been tricked. “You cheater!”
The guy was practically in tears laughing
so hard. If Jimin hadn’t been so mad at
him he would’ve thought his gummy smile and crescent eyes were cute.
“You are SUCH a cheater! I can’t believe you!” Jimin was actually less upset about the fact
that he had lost and more by the fact that he had been struggling for the past
2 months when that stupid little stool had been hiding there the entire time.
“I didn’t cheat! I won fair and square, and now I you have to
pay up.” Mister Evil, as Jimin had named
him, had straightened up from clutching his stomach and was now looking at
We didn’t even agree on anything!”
Jimin flushed as he realized he didn’t even have his wallet on him. ‘Genius. Just embarrass yourself even more.’
“Actually, we shook on it. So now you HAVE to do what I say.” Jimin was too busy mentally berating himself
to notice how close Mister Evil was, his head snapping up when he heard his
voice again, this time close enough to feel his breath curling around him.
He only looked up in time to see a split
second of Mister Evil’s grinning face before he was kissing him. His lips were soft, the edges slightly
chapped as they pressed against his. He
could feel Mister Evil’s hand coming up to cup his cheek, deepening the kiss
but only slightly. It was sweet and
soft, and Jimin found himself leaning forward after the other man had pulled
He was wearing a self-satisfied smirk as he
looked at Jimin, his hand still resting by his cheek, and Jimin could only
blurt out a bewildered “What?”
“That was the bet. I won, so you had to give me what I wanted.” The man said, finally stepping back to look
at Jimin, a careful look hiding from beneath his laughing gaze. “I wanted a kiss.”
“I-I … well. That was nice, but I don’t even know your
name.” He sighed, accepting that this
guy was very cute and that Jimin was very okay with being kissed by him. He figured that if that was going to happen a
lot, he might as well get this guy’s name.
And there was the cute smile again, his
gums peeking out from just underneath the curl of his lips. “I’m Yoongi, but everybody just calls me
Jimin teased, having forgotten all about his anger now – the kiss and
the comfort of being in the company of this ‘Suga’ was strangely familiar, and
he had settled into the state of mind that he only slipped into when he was
around his closest friends.
Yoongi reached over to swat the back of his head, the action almost too
friendly considering that they had just kissed.
“Suga. You better learn it. It’s not nice to forget your date’s name.”
“Yeah, okay. All you did was pull a stool out of your
sleeve and suddenly I’m supposed to date you?”
Jimin paused. “Actually, how did
you know the stool was there?”
Yoongi shifted his weight, smiling a bit before looking Jimin in the eye
and saying “Well, I kinda put it there.”
When? Only employees can get in
here.” Jimin was suddenly very confused. He knew all the employees here – he would’ve
remembered someone as cute as Yoongi.
I mean, technically I don’t count as an employee, but I still have the
key.” He replied, the beginnings of a
smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.
“Ummm… should I be reporting you to Mr.
Min?” Jimin had never actually met the
boss but he figured that he was the best figure of authority he could threaten
this Yoongi character with.
And suddenly Yoongi was laughing
ridiculously hard again, doubling over as he wiped fake tears from his
eyes. “O-oh my god. Are you serious? You really don’t know?”
“What do you mean ‘I don’t know’ what do I
not know?” Jimin was panicking. He felt like there was a hidden camera
I should’ve introduced myself properly.”
Yoongi extended his hand to Jimin, a broad smile spreading across his
face. “I’m Min Yoongi, founder of ‘Min’s
Meat & More’.”
Were the only words out of his mouth as he stared at the cute boy in
front of him. “Fuck. I’m so sorry sir, I didn’t mean to kiss you,
please don’t fire me.”
“Woah woah, calm down, I’m not going to
fire you. Besides, I kissed you.” Yoongi – Mr.
Min – he corrected himself, slung an arm around Jimin’s shoulders. “But I mean, if you really want to make it up
to me, you can go for coffee with me after your shift tomorrow.”
“Hyung~ Really?” And Jimin was happy-go-lucky once more,
wrapping his arms around Yoongi’s middle and looking up at him hopefully. “Are you buying?”
“First I pay you for working at my store
and now you want me to pay for your food too?”
Yoongi scoffed. “Brat. Maybe I should just fire you.”
“But hyung~” Jimin cuddled into Yoongi’s
side. “You love me~”
“I regret it. Go back to work.” Yoongi said, shoving Jimin off of him and
pressing a quick kiss to his cheek before sauntering away, weaving through the
shelves with a practiced precision.
“Bye hyung~” He called out cheerily, turning back to his
boxes after a cheery wave in Yoongi’s direction.
He took one look around and almost cried.
Yoongi had taken the stool with him.
Ye okay so this is my first post on here. I hope you guys enjoy it. I feel like I kind of botched up Jimin’s character, but anyways.