I'm not exactly sure if this is the right place to make a request and I also don't know if you even take requests, but I'm doing this anyway. I really really love your jikook writing, no matter what it is, and I was wondering if you could write something for the maknae line with jimin being the submissive one if you know what I mean, or jikook?? Whichever floats your boat. Please and thank you. ^^
fansigns are jimin’s least favorite events. as the famous singing duo VKook’s manager, he’s obligated to coordinate these events but he still hates them.
“thanks baby~” he hears Taehyung coo at a fan crouching in front of him and he scrunches his face up.
“disgusting,” he mutters to himself. “stupid, greasy, man-child.”
“jiminnie, baby, open up for us hmm?” taehyung slides a hand down jimin’s stomach, eyes glinting wickedly. jimin shudders at the sensation, heat pooling in his abdomen.
jimin shakes his head, gritting his teeth.
“jungkookie!” he hears another scandalous gasp. he glances over to see jungkook grinning up at a fan who’s covering her mouth with her hands, face flushed. “you’re so perverted! don’t do that to noona’s heart!”
“ah, but noona’s too cute not to tease~”
disgusting. he hates both of them. gross.
“stop that!” jimin slaps away the hands trying to grope at his butt. “pervert!”
“ah hyung is too cute, i can’t help it!” jungkook grins, pushing into jimin’s space until jimin’s trapped between him and the wall.
oh yes, jimin hates fansigns.
“no reason for you to be jealous,” he mutters to himself. “it’s only right that they be nice to their fans. you’d chew them out if they were mean.”
just…did they have to be so goddamn flirty?
of course they do, jimin reasons again. that’s what draws in the fans. both of them can act cute but what really gets the fans screaming is when taehyung licks his lips or when jungkook delivers a slick body roll.
sighing, he pushes his clipboard at another staff member. “need some air. cover me for a bit?” she nods and waves him off and jimin steps outside the venue, sitting down and leaning against the wall.
“don’t be dumb, park jimin,” he tells himself. “no need to get jealous over every little thing.” or so he tells himself. unfortunately, jimin’s always been an insecure person. he leans his head back, closing his eyes.
“where’d jiminnie go?” taehyung asks jungkook. jungkook doesn’t even answer him, eyes already searching the venue. taehyung almost laughs. they’re both so whipped and needy for their tiny boyfriend slash manager.
“taehyungie-oppa! look here!” taehyung flashes them a short smile but then he’s looking around again, searching for a head of orange hair.
when he doesn’t find him, taehyung lifts the mic to his mouth. “sorry! we’re gonna hold a short intermission, kay? don’t want you to get tired of us too soon!”
“never~” they chorus and taehyung grins, a tad guiltily because really, they’re not allowed to call an intermission whenever they want but jimin isn’t here to help them with their bad life choices so really, they’re justified in going to look for him. jungkook’s already out of his seat, looking for a staff noona to ask after jimin.
“she said he’s outside in the back,” jungkook tells him when he comes back and they both head out to the back. they open the door cautiously, wondering if there might be fangirls who didn’t get in to the fansign waiting in the back. there aren’t any. instead, there’s a familiar head of orange hair, eyes closed, looking ethereal in the afternoon sun.
taehyung crouches down in front of the figure.
“there you are.” jimin’s eyes fly open, eyes widening when he sees taehyung.
“taehyung!” taehyung grins at him, tongue between his teeth.
“we were wondering where you’d gone,” jungkook says from where he’s leaning against the wall. he crouches down next to jimin as well. “we missed you.” he presses a short, chaste kiss to jimin’s lips.
“i was only out for a few minutes,” jimin mumbles, staring at the ground. his pink cheeks are so cute, taehyung thinks. jimin glances up at them, eyes large and forlorn. “you really missed me?”
taehyung blinks, wondering where this is coming from, but then remembers that jimin is usually always moody during fansigns. “of course we did! we always miss you when you’re not in our arms.”
jimin flushes harder. “…ah…” he looks down at his lap, tiny fingers fidgeting. “is…the fansign over?”
“no,” jungkook says. “taehyung-hyung called an intermission because we were wondering where you were.”
jimin wrinkles his nose. “damn.” taehyung feels the same. all he wants to do is drag jimin back to their van and into their dorm so he can kiss and cuddle jimin for hours. maybe do naughty stuff. jimin’s lips are full and pouty. taehyung can just imagine them wrapped around his co – yeah. definitely naughty stuff first and then cuddles. “you should probably head back in. the fans are going to get restless without you there.”
taehyung whines, falling forward and burying his nose in jimin’s neck. the skin is so soft. taehyung wants to suck marks into it. “dun wanna!”
without looking, he can see jungkook and jimin roll their eyes at each other over him. they always do.
“go in,” jimin says. “let’s just get this done and over with.” he pats at taehyung’s back. “and then we can head home.”
“and do naughty stuff?”
jimin smacks him lightly, face red.
“i want to do very bad things to you, jiminnie,” taehyung says honestly. “very bad things.”
“get inside,” jimin huffs, face red, but he doesn’t say no and taehyung stands up giddily.
“you’re not coming in with us?” jungkook asks and jimin looks away.
“not just yet. you go first.” taehyung pouts. he doesn’t want to go in without jimin. he’ll miss him more if he can’t see him. but there’s nothing he can do about it so he heads back in with jungkook.
jungkook’s tired of smiling and talking. he likes his fans, sure, but only in concept. prolonged exposure makes him long for jimin and soft pretty giggles and eye smiles.
a flash of orange catches his eye and his lips lift in a smile when he sees it’s jimin, grabbing his clipboard back with a small smile from the staff noona.
(later, pics are going to come out of ‘jungkookie-oppa’s lovey dovey smile’ and jungkook will scowl and taehyung will laugh because that smile has nothing to do with fans and everything to do with their adorable manager. )
jungkook’s mouth moves to autopilot as he keeps his eyes fixed on jimin while simultaneously trying to hold a conversation with a fan. jimin’s moving around, talking for a few minutes each to various staff members before he’s suddenly stopped by a man in a suit.
jungkook frowns and the girl in front of him ducks guiltily. “sorry! was that too personal a question?”
“ah…i…what’s your favorite color?”
“oh…no…i just wasn’t paying attention. it’s –” jimin’s laughing at whatever the man’s saying. jungkook feels something irrationally angry inside him. it suddenly occurs to him that he hasn’t answered her. “ – orange.”
“i thought you would say red or black,” she says. “i don’t see you wear orange much.”
“yeah…i guess…today i’m just feeling orange.” honestly, just get a move on. she’s distracting him. what had the man said that had gotten jimin laughing? jimin had been moody most of the day but he usually was during fansigns and he and taehyung could never snap him out of it.
jimin’s eyes are crinkled as he smiles, sweater sleeves falling over his hand as he covers his mouth with his hand. he’s adorable. jungkook wants to cuddle him, maybe rip the sweater off so he can see the rest of jimin’s soft skin.
jungkook jolts. “oh sorry. it’s uh…been a long day.”
after she passes, jungkook purposely knocks taehyung’s water bottle onto the ground. “oops.”
taehyung bends down to pick it up and jungkook bends down as well so they’re both hidden by the table. “who is that with jimin?”
taehyung blinks and raises his head slightly. his brows furrow when he sees. “dunno. why is jimin laughing?”
they both sit back up. any more time and it would look suspicious.
over the sound of fans screaming, he can faintly make out the sound of jimin’s bubbly, bright laughter.
((”how did you break your autograph pen?”
“i guess i…held it too hard.”))
in the van back to the dorm, jimin is once again sandwiched between taehyung and jungkook like usual. it’s surrounded by his two boyfriends that jimin always feels safest and most loved.
“so who was that?”
jimin blinks. “who was who?”
“the guy you were talking to.”
jimin wrinkles his nose. “i talked to a lot of people today, jungkookie. you’ll have to be more specific.” jungkook frowns, jaw visibly tense, and jimin blinks, reaching up and touching jungkook’s cheek carefully. “is something wrong?”
jungkook ignores the question but doesn’t bat jimin’s hand away. “who was that guy that made you laugh?”
jimin hopes jungkook can see how confused his expression is because he has no idea what jungkook’s talking about.
“the guy in the suit, jimin.”
“mm,” jimin says. “the guy in the suit? he said he wanted to sign a contract with us – you, i guess, for an advertising campaign.”
“but he made you laugh.”
“hm? oh…maybe? i don’t quite remember…oh yeah, i think he said i looked too young and cute to be a manager already or something like that.”
“we compliment you all the time!” taehyung pouts.
“it wasn’t really a compliment he was just joking!” jimin blinks. “are you guys jealous or something?”
jimin’s eyes widen, heat crawling up his cheeks. “what could you possibly be jealous of? he was a sponsor! he’s like middle aged and just a company spokesperson! you guys are – “ he gestures at the both of them. “ – you!”
“he made you laugh. we can never make you laugh on fansign days.”
“ah…that…um…” jimin looks down at his lap. his short, stubby fingers pull at each other. he wishes the conversation could just end now but even with his head bowed he can feel the weight of jungkook and taehyung’s eyes. “it’s because…you guys…um…”
“what? what do we do?”
“…you...flirt with the fans…”
“huh? what was that?”
“you flirt with the fans! and i get jealous, okay? that’s why i hate fansigns.”
there’s a pause and jimin buries his head between his knees, already embarrassed.
jimin grunts as he manhandled onto a lap. he immediately buries his face in the nearest neck so he doesn’t have to see. it smells like jungkook. he can feel lips pressing into his neck and lips pressing into his hair.
“you know that almost all of those lines are scripted, right?”
“yeah, jungkook couldn’t flirt with girls to save himself.” there’s a pause that jimin thinks is jungkook glaring at taehyung but he doesn’t deny it.
“there’s nothing you have to be jealous of,” jungkook murmurs into jimin’s hair. “nothing at all.”