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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      F/F
  Fandom:
      방탄소년단_|_Bangtan_Boys_|_BTS
  Relationship:
      Min_Yoongi_|_Suga/Park_Jimin
  Character:
      Park_Jimin_(BTS), Min_Yoongi_|_Suga, Kim_Namjoon_|_Rap_Monster, Kim
      Taehyung_|_V, Jeon_Jungkook, Jung_Hoseok_|_J-Hope
  Additional Tags:
      Female_Jimin, Female_Min_Yoongi_|_Suga, They're_both_hella_Gay, Past_Drug
      Use, Underage_Smoking, Punk!_yoongi, Teacher's_Pet!_Jimin, Jimin_Is_a
      Tease, Body_Worship, just_a_lot_of_gay_grinding, cute_sex_nicknames,
      Everyone_is_kind_of_a_little_shit, Skipping_Class, Yoonmin_is_so_in_love
      omg, Past_mental_hospitalization_(but_I_don't_really_mention_it_at_all
      js), hoseok_is_a_whore, The_smut_is_really_really_fluffy_just_warning
      you, Cringey_Smut, Tooth-Rotting_Fluff, Jin_and_Jimin_are_siblings
  Series:
      Part 1 of Kpop_genderbent_AU
  Stats:
      Published: 2016-12-31 Words: 4998
****** Incandescent ******
by jamfullife
Summary
     Yoongi was the infamous bad girl at her high school, and Jimin was
     her good girl girlfriend. They make an odd pair, but people learned
     quickly that it wasn’t good to question it.
     In which Yoongi is a soft-hearted punk and Jimin is the teacher’s pet
     from hell.
Notes
See the end of the work for notes
“Yoongi!” Yoongi twirled around, hearing her name, and had to fight a smile
when she laid her eyes upon Jimin waving and running toward her. Rather than
sauntering away, she stayed put for Jimin to come talk to her. Yoongi faintly
saw Jimin’s friends in the background, looking warily at Jimin. Yoongi still
had no clue if it was because they didn’t like Yoongi, or because they got fed
up with how Jimin dropped everything for Yoongi. It was probably both.
“Hey,” Jimin panted, “Why are you walking toward the football field? Don’t you
have Advanced Functions in like, three minutes?” Yoongi looked pointedly at
Jimin and smirked.
“I think you just answered your own question.” Yoongi watched Jimin’s shoulders
droop slightly, and Yoongi had to grit her teeth not to sigh.
“You’re skipping? I keep telling you not to do that.” Jimin had her brows
furrowed, but Yoongi’s smirk just grew, considering she knew Jimin wasn’t
really upset with her. Yoongi lifted her hand and rubbed Jimin’s head,
thoroughly messing up her blonde locks. Jimin squirmed, her priority fixing her
hair, and scrunching her nose at her girlfriend, to let Yoongi know she was not
pleased.
“Haha!” Yoongi couldn’t help but burst in laughter, however small, at Jimin’s
disgruntled pout. “Don’t worry about it. Let’s meet up after school, okay? My
house.” Jimin considerably brightened at the suggestion, although Yoongi could
tell she had tried to hide it. But Jimin was always so easy. Well, when it came
to Yoongi.
“Okay, But don’t think that I’m okay with this!” Jimin started to walk back to
her friends, who seemed to be even more miffed than before. “Oh, and say hi to
Jin for me!” Yoongi perked at Jin’s name. Jimin had already walked away, so
Yoongi couldn’t ask how Jimin had known she’d be off with her friends, but
Yoongi supposed Jimin knew because Yoongi only allowed herself to be easy for
Jimin. She turned and walked out the door.
_____________
 
“I still don’t get why you’re dating Yoongi.” Jimin looked up, blinking. She
was working in a group with her two best friends, Namjoon and Taehyung. The
teacher had retreated to her desk, and it was a subtle volume in classroom, and
Taehyung had found it loud enough to safely ask Jimin once again about her
preferences. Jimin sighed.
“Look, I told you Tae-Tae, that some girls like boys, but some girls like
other-”
“So not what I meant. I may be the only straight one at this table, but I get
that part. I meant, why Yoongi? I mean, she doesn’t exactly look or act like
someone who you’d date. She’s got silver hair, wears all black, combat boots,
and has eyeliner that could scare away raccoons. She skips classes, she’s
beaten people up, and some say she even does drugs!” Jimin looked up, her head
tilted. She supposed that yes, Yoongi didn’t seem like the type to date an
honor student, and Jimin frankly, didn’t seem like she was into girls. She wore
skirts, stockings, mostly white and soft yellows, and had strawberry blond
hair. Yes, she supposed, they weren’t really the same at all.
“I see what you mean, but… Yoongi is very nice with me. She gets violent with
people rarely, and she doesn’t do drugs. She just looks intimidating. She’s
very sweet to me.” Jimin had to be conscious to keep a dreamy smile off her
face. She always looked dreamy when she thought about Yoongi. Because Yoongi
was the girl of her dreams.
“Really?” Jimin looked to Namjoon. Namjoon put her hands up in surrender, and
continued, “Hey, I support you, of course, but whenever we see you two talk to
each other, it seems like she’s looking down on you.”
“Well of course she is, she’s taller than me.”
Taehyung grabbed her pencil and shrunk her eyes into slits.
“Jimin, so help me god, I may be a goody two shoes student, but I am not afraid
to stab you with this pencil.” Jimin took her pencil and snapped it in two.
Namjoon flinched, and Taehyung raised her eyebrows. The table was silent. Jimin
set the remnants on Taehyung’s paper, and sighed.
“You’ve just answered your own question.” Taehyung and Namjoon looked at Jimin,
thoroughly confused. Jimin’s lips were forced into a tight line, but she
gathered herself.
“You keep asking me, why Yoongi? Well, Tae-Tae, you just said that even if you
were a goody two shoes didn’t mean you couldn’t get tough. Yoongi may be
intimidating, but that doesn’t mean she’s afraid to be vulnerable around me. Of
course she doesn’t look very nice around you guys, she’s tough around people
who she’s uncomfortable with. She thinks you guys hate her for god’s sake,
she’ll never warm up to you like that. Rather than asking me why her, you
should be asking me about her.” Jimin stood up, and slammed her chair in, and
she stormed out of the classroom. When the teacher asked where Jimin had gone,
Namjoon weakly answered that she’d gone to the bathroom.
_______________
 
Yoongi ducked her way under the bleachers, finding the usual attendance of
Hoseok, Seokjin, and Jungkook. The three of them weakly nodded her way,
cigarettes already lit and in their mouths. Under the bleachers was their place
to hang out when skipping class, as it provided shade, and there were some
buckets they could turn over and sit on. Jungkook was sitting on the ground,
Hoseok was leaning against a pole, and Seokjin was sitting on one of the two
buckets. They had left one open for her.
And they say chivalry is dead.
“Sup, Manwhore, Princess, and Fetus?” Yoongi sat on a bucket and stuck out her
hand, watching Jungkook splutter.
“Do not call me fetus.” He tried to make his voice sound deeper, but had only
managed to make it crack. Yoongi snickered, and Hoseok walked over and handed
Yoongi a cigarette and she pulled out her lighter and lit it. As she tucked her
lighter into the far too small pocket of her skinny jeans, Hoseok started to
look at Yoongi.
“So… why were you so late? You’re usually the first one out here.” Hoseok had
taken to looking smug, and it took a good amount of unprecedented willpower to
not punch Hoseok right in the solar plexus.
“I was busy.” She hoped Hoseok wouldn’t press farther.
“Ah,” He smirked, “You were talking to your virgin.” Hoseok chuckled, and
Yoongi blinked.
“Hoseok, everyone is a virgin to you, you sleep with anything that walks.”
Seokjin had wonderfully come to the rescue, and Hoseok looked very artificially
offended.
“I may be a whore, but I have some standards. I wouldn’t sleep with Jungkook,
at the very least.” They looked to Jungkook, who shrugged, and said,”I wouldn’t
know whether to be offended or relieved.” Yoongi nodded. She could understand
the sentiment.
If she could take back sleeping with Hoseok a year ago, she would do it
instantly. Not because he was mean, or bad at it, but because despite the fact
it had cemented to her that she was actually gay, she would’ve liked her first
time to be with her girlfriend. But she supposed that wasn’t how the world
worked.
“Despite all that, I guess you did talk to my sister?” Seokjin took a drag, and
waited a couple of seconds to blow it out. Yoongi nodded.
“Tried to scold me about skipping class again.” Yoongi followed Seokjin and
took a drag.
“Man, why do you date her, anyway? She’s so… You know… Good. She’s uptight.”
Jungkook crossed his arms, and Yoongi suppressed a guffaw. Even if Jimin was an
honor student, even if she did her work on time, and looked so cute and neat
every single day, Yoongi wouldn’t define her as uptight. She was dating Yoongi
herself after all.
“Yeah, um, I’m dating her because I like her. If that wasn’t obvious.” Yoongi
crossed her legs, leaning back.
“Well, no duh, but why do you like her? I mean, she’s a walking blonde role
model, she’s not exactly what would seem to be your type, you know? You’re a
punk, she’s a teacher’s dream. It’s not like you’ve gotten in her pants or
anything, so what’s the deal?” Hoseok ruffled his hair, and blew out smoke.
“Ew, please do not talk about my little sister like that…” Seokjin shuddered in
disgust and Yoongi smirked his way. Seokjin reciprocated with an accidental
sneeze.
“Look, this may come as a surprise, but despite her looks, and her general
attitude around others, the girl is pretty tough. I like her tenacity. And
whether or not I have gotten into her pants isn’t the point. If I wanted it,
she’d let me have it. We have trust. That’s all that matters. She’s surprised
me.” Yoongi took an extra long drag.
“I didn’t even know you could get surprised. I mean, I wouldn’t take my sister
as the type to knock you off your feet. She seems pretty straightforward.
Sweet, innocent, timid. Also a little squishy.” Seokjin snuffed out his
cigarette. Hoseok handed him another, and Jungkook threw him his lighter.
“Yes, well, big brother, there is much she keeps from you. And good thing, too.
It’s not like you tell her everything.” Yoongi said pointedly. Seokjin made an
expression of acceptance, before a face of horror ghosted over him.
“You don’t smoke weed with her, right!?” He screeched. Yoongi was taken aback,
and had to pause before answering.
“Hell no! I’ve only smoked weed around you guys. I don’t even smoke cigs in
front of her. Fuck, I don’t even think she knows I smoke at all.” Yoongi shook
her head. Jimin and drugs… She didn’t want to think about it, even if it was
just weed and tobacco.
“Well, she has to know you smoke tobacco, if you’ve kissed her, she should be
able to taste it. You smoke enough.” Jungkook explained, and honestly, Yoongi
hadn’t realized. Jimin had never brought it up, had never seemed bothered. In
fact, Jimin really liked making out with Yoongi, so Yoongi had never realized
that her mouth must taste horrible from smoking. It thoroughly dumbfounded her.
She would have to inquire with Jimin about it later, but for now, she turned
her attention to Hoseok, who began to speak.
“Well, if she can handle Yoongi smoking, then I already think better of her.
She’s not too prissy. Her friends…? Well, Taehyung seems a bit stuck up around
some people, but Namjoon is such a freaking try-hard.” Hoseok laughed thinking
about it.
“I think Namjoon’s kinda cute. She’s not so bad. She’s been over to my house
with Jimin enough.” Yoongi smiled inwardly at Seokjin. Yoongi knew without a
doubt that Seokjin had a thing for his sister’s friend, but he’d never pursue
it.
“Maybe she’s nice to look at when she’s not talking, but she tries too hard to
act hardcore. She tries to be a player, like, I’m sorry, but you’re president
of the school’s National Honor Society, not a freaking puss-slayer.” Hoseok
laughed.
“You know, it’s not a bad thing to be a good citizen, it’s just not our thing.
And who’s to say she doesn’t get more women than you? She’s definitely
prettier.” Yoongi bit her knuckle at Seokjin’s response. Out of all of them,
Seokjin was the most savage. Yoongi learned her sass from him.
“Dude, she does volunteer work on Saturday nights. She probably gets girls from
church. Sparingly.” Jungkook voiced. Yoongi had to agree. Namjoon wasn’t a
player, she just wanted people to believe she was. The girl was too busy
preparing to become everyone’s boss someday.
“I like that she tries. It’s cute,’’ Seokjin shrugged.
“Yeah, you like her huge tits, more like. Even I have to admit they’re large.”
Hoseok smiled. Probably thinking about them. Yoongi gagged, but furrowed her
brow, beginning to think about it. If she was correct, which she usually was
about this, Namjoon was a D cup size, and Taehyung was a B cup. Yoongi knew
Jimin was a C cup, and Yoongi herself was size A. Yoongi was really thin, there
wasn’t much to do about smaller breasts, but Jimin seemed to love them, so she
was fine. Yoongi personally liked ones like Jimin’s or maybe a little smaller
or larger by a size, but A was a bit too small. But, she realized, she probably
just didn’t like them because they reminded her of her own size.
“I mean, her breasts are shapely.” Seokjin agreed, sighing. Hoseok nodded to
Yoongi, “Although our girl over here did get the one with nicest hips. I mean,
that ass though-”
“If you keep talking about my girlfriend like that, I will have no choice but
to kill you.” Yoongi glared at Hoseok, who backed off.
“I think Taehyung’s kinda hot when she’s stuck up.” Jungkook broke through the
silence with something not even Yoongi saw coming.
“Come again?” Seokjin choked out.
“Well, you know how I disrespected her at the beginning of the year, when I
thought she was a freshman like me? Well, whenever we pass in the halls, she
bumps into my shoulder or steps on my foot. It’s kinda hot.” Jungkook snuffed
out his cig. Hoseok offered another, but he refused.
“You know, most people would call that bullying, but our maknae finds it hot.
Ladies and gentlemen, we have a masochist on our hands!” Seokjin laughed.
“You know, I always thought it would be Hoseok.” Yoongi quipped.
“Hey! I may be a whore, but I’m actually not that kinky. Not like you!” Hoseok
argued. Yoongi nodded. She was kind of a freak, but her sex drive just wasn’t
overwhelming like Hoseok’s. Hers was only riled when Jimin… Well, with Jimin.
“Yoongi!” Yoongi squinted, and saw Jimin entering under the bleachers. Yoongi
visibly lost her balance, and stood up. Jimin skipped in, and gave Yoongi a
bear hug that Yoongi ‘oomph’-ed into.
“Jimin, the hell are you doing here? Class is still in session,” Seokjin looked
confused at Jimin.
“Yes it is, and you’re still skipping. You can’t really expect me to listen to
you, right?” Jimin stuck her tongue out at Seokjin, while still clinging to
Yoongi.
“Hey, yes I can, you’re the one Mom and Dad still have hope for.” Seokjin said
pointedly. Yoongi sat back down, and Jimin plopped gently down onto Yoongi’s
lap.
“Don’t worry, the teacher probably thinks I went to the bathroom. The perk of
being a good kid, is that teachers can’t believe you would do anything wrong. I
could leave and come back tomorrow saying I felt sick and they’d believe me.”
Jimin smiled innocently, but Yoongi knew how mischievous Jimin really was. The
others seemed to be slightly shell-shocked, seeing Jimin’s perceived
personality be punted out of the way by the reality of her. Jimin wasn’t
perfect, she just acted good to get what she wanted. She was a little devil.
“Hey, can I have one?” Jimin gestured to Hoseok’s box of cigs, and Hoseok
unhesitatingly gave her one, despite both Seokjin and Yoongi glaring intensely
at him. Jimin took it, and in a swipe, she got Yoongi’s lighter from her
pocket. How Jimin knew where it was hidden was beyond her. Jimin lit the cig
and took a drag, holding it in even longer than Yoongi would. Jimin exhaled,
and put Yoongi’s lighter back in her hands.
“You smoke?” Jungkook was the one who broke the silence. Jimin smiled, and
nodded.
“Rarely. I steal some from Jin when I get stressed. He leaves them out
wherever.” Yoongi looked just as displeased as Seokjin did.
“Jimin, you aren’t allowed that kind of stuff. For more reasons than one.”
Seokjin was starting to sound stern, and Jimin very obviously wasn’t having any
of it.
“Yeah, well it’s better than me fucking around with Mom’s pills again.” The
quip was short, there wasn’t even any venom behind the statement, yet Seokjin
still paled visibly.
“Yes, I suppose you’re right.” Seokjin muttered, and Jimin shrugged. Yoongi
turned to Jimin, speaking to her shoulder.
“So, did you leave class? Have I been a bad enough influence on you?” Jimin
giggled, and shook her head.
“No, don’t worry, I don’t plan to make a habit of it. Namjoon and Taehyung
frustrated me, so I left to cool my head. Then I found myself walking here, so
I thought why not?” Jimin took another drag, and Seokjin glared even more at
the cig in her hands.
“Why were Namjoon and Taehyung frustrating you?” Yoongi sighed. Jimin had had
enough moments where she came to Yoongi after Namjoon or Taehyung just couldn’t
keep their mouths shut, but it was the first time Jimin had left class because
of it.
“It doesn’t matter,” Jimin turned her torso, and swung her leg to the other
side, straddling Yoongi. Jimin hugged her and leaned on her. Yoongi let her
arms rest on Jimin’s lower back, even though usually they’d be shamelessly on
Jimin’s ass. Yoongi didn’t really care for PDA, but Jimin liked it so much, it
was worth letting her do it. “So what were you guys talking about?” They all
silently looked at each other. Jungkook decided he’d answer Jimin.
“We were actually talking about you and your friends.” Yoongi hid her smirk
behind Jimin’s shoulder, Jungkook sounded guilty about it. Jimin just laughed.
“I bet one of you brought up my ass.” Yoongi, Seojin and Jungkook all turned
right to Hoseok, who seemed to splutter. “Ahhh, I see. It was you. Well, it’s
okay. Many people bring it up, it doesn’t bother me. Although I would’ve liked
to see Yoongi get jealous.” Yoongi pursed her lips and looked at the ground.
“I was not jealous,” Jimin laughed and took Yoongi’s face in her hands. Jimin
gave her a bright smile and said, “Whatever you say.” Jimin let Yoongi go, and
just leaned back down.
“Well, besides that, I do hope you wouldn’t be hard on them. Namjoon’s heart is
in the right place, and Taehyung is actually a lovable weirdo. They just don’t
like to show it. I, on other hand, well I wouldn’t know what to say. I suppose
that if Yoongi likes me, something must be alright.” It was silent, then Yoongi
saw her friends just shrug.
“Anyone know what time it is?” Jungkook asked. Jimin took out her phone, and it
lit up.
“Shit!” Yoongi jumped from the curse that came from Jimin’s mouth. Jimin cursed
just as much as the next person, but rarely with much emotion. “Sorry, it’s
like five minutes ‘til class ends, and I need to grab my bag. Here.” Jimin
stood up, and took Yoongi’s short cig from her hand and snuffed it out. Jimin
took one last long puff, and stuck her cigarette in Yoongi’s mouth, and kissed
her cheek. Yoongi blushed and Jimin ran out, waving bye, and giggling. Yoongi
took a long drag.
“So, uh, Yoongi. Your girlfriend is pretty dope.” Hoseok laughed. Yoongi
smacked his arm.
___________________________________
 
“I can’t believe you’re doing homework right now,” Yoongi whined, rolling over
on her bed. Jimin was sitting at Yoongi’s relatively untouched desk, and doing
her pre-calculus homework. Jimin was a sophomore, she didn’t even understand
how Jimin was already taking that. Much less why Jimin had to do the work when
she should be paying attention to Yoongi.
“Well, of course. It’s not good for teenagers to try to do math at night. I’d
mess everything up.” Jimin had her hair up in a ponytail, her bangs falling out
softly. Her neck was bare, her shirt having a fairly loose collar. Yoongi
stared at the expanse of pink skin there, watching Jimin breathe, and
concentrate. Yoongi laid back onto her bed and closed her eyes. She heard the
faint scribbling sound from the desk, and let herself just think. She realized
that many moments with Jimin were like this. Yoongi didn’t have to be doing
anything, Jimin didn’t even need to pay attention to her, but something about
Jimin’s presence in a room was like meditating in a sunny open field. It was
calming, it was content. Yoongi liked silence, liked sleeping. But no matter
how satisfied she felt sleeping, there was nothing that could sate her like
Jimin. In every way. With love, with relaxing, with friendship and
understanding, or even with Yoongi’s naughty, lusty desires. Yoongi sometimes
hated her inability to express such appreciation toward Jimin. She figured that
was the reason Jimin’s friends disliked her so much. They probably thought
Jimin loved Yoongi more than Yoongi loved Jimin.
They had it all wrong. When Jimin and Yoongi had met, Jimin was just being her
friendly self, there was no special treatment. Yoongi somehow, even then, had
felt her defensive walls were useless against Jimin, and where Jimin would fall
fast, Yoongi fell hard. Yoongi had never expected such a feeling of need, of
longing, to crawl under her skin slowly, and make a home there, plaguing her
whenever Jimin wasn’t with her. While Yoongi couldn’t express this in words,
Jimin never seemed to mind. Yoongi didn’t know if Jimin felt the same ache for
her, but Yoongi figured it didn’t matter how much Jimin loved her. Yoongi was
too far in, and even if Jimin broke her past repair, Yoongi knew she’d
superglue the remnants back together and follow Jimin to the ends of the earth.
Yoongi couldn’t help but find the thoughts terrifying. Jimin didn’t seem to
ever be in much thought around Yoongi, seemed to be just fine, whereas Yoongi
couldn’t help but think around Jimin. She wondered if Jimin was different with
her than with others, or if Jimin really was just dating her not because she
loved her, but liked her well enough to.
 
“I’m done,” Jimin’s chirp interrupted Yoongi’s thoughts, and Yoongi sat up,
seeing Jimin had changed into some of Yoongi’s clothes. Apparently her skirt
just wasn’t working for her, so she had on Yoongi’s shorts, and a loose tank
top, where Jimin obviously had no bra on.
“To what do I owe this pleasure?” Yoongi smirked, Jimin just jutted out her
tongue playfully.
“You know, I don’t ignore you because I like to, I do it because it makes you
cuter.” Jimin giggled, jumping and squealing onto Yoongi’s bed. Yoongi trapped
Jimin under her, Jimin looking up at Yoongi with slight wonder in her eyes, a
whisper of something naughtier seen in her gaze. It was moments like these that
Yoongi could believe that Jimin might love her just as much.
Yoongi dipped down, kissing Jimin’s mouth softly, Jimin lingering slowly on
Yoongi’s lips. Yoongi took a deep breath, intoxicated with Jimin’s scent,
always faintly mint, but mostly strawberries, the smell was so Jimin, Yoongi
could bathe in it. Jimin reached up to cup Yoongi’s face, an endearing habit
Yoongi couldn’t get enough of, and Jimin bit Yoongi’s bottom lip, kissing her
deeper. Yoongi opened her mouth, rocking in rhythm to their kiss. Yoongi always
felt dizzy
with Jimin kissing her, her lips softer than clouds, and her technique rough.
They separated, Jimin’s nose resting on Yoongi’s forehead, their warm breath
ghosting each other.
“How do I taste?” Yoongi whispered. Yoongi felt Jimin’s smirk, not confident
enough to open her eyes. To look at Jimin flushed and hyped up, to look at her
on full display for Yoongi.
“Like cigarettes,” Jimin spoke into her ear, and Yoongi shivered, feeling
electricity through her veins. Yoongi lowered herself to lay on top of Jimin,
and Jimin wrapped her arms around Yoongi, sighing.
“Isn’t it unappealing? The taste, I mean?” Yoongi snuggled into the crook of
Jimin’s neck, and Jimin licked the shell of her ear, nibbling on the the lobe.
Yoongi felt warm all over.
“No. I like it. When I kiss you, it makes me feel naughty,” Yoongi tensed. “It
makes me want to commit every sin with you,” Yoongi felt a strangled sound come
from her mouth. Jimin lifted her knee to separate Yoongi’s legs slowly, and
Yoongi leaned back onto her thigh, feeling the spike of arousal from inside
her. She was on fire, insatiable from Jimin, from her touch, her sound, her.
Jimin chuckled darkly, and Yoongi bit her lip.
“Please,” Yoongi gasped, her fingers tangling into Jimin’s hair, lips grazing
her soft cheek.
“What do you want, Sweet? I’ll give anything to you,” Yoongi pushed back onto
Jimin’s thigh more, nuzzling harder, closer to Jimin.
“Let me touch you, let me have you.” Yoongi opened her eyes to Jimin smiling,
just as innocently as ever, and flipped Yoongi over onto the bed, Jimin on
towering above her, hands on either side of her head.
“Then Sweet, take me.” Jimin stayed still as Yoongi raised her hands, slipping
her palms under Jimin’s tank top, feeling the supple skin, the plump stomach,
and Jimin shivered from Yoongi’s cold hands. Yoongi loved the way Jimin moved,
her shivers were dances, her skin velvet, her breath music. Yoongi slipped her
hands up, brushing slightly against Jimin’s nipples, Jimin inhaling sharply.
Yoongi worked over Jimin to slip the loose piece of clothing off of her, Jimin
helping her remove it.
Yoongi stared at Jimin, her stomach not flat, but protruding into a silky slope
of her chestnut skin, perfection personified in her body, every mistake
anything but. Her stretch marks were tiger stripes worthy of worship, her
freckles little dots of proof that the world liked her enough to stay there,
her fat was just more to touch, more to love, wrapping around her so
wonderfully it made her look like Heaven’s gift, and Yoongi thought every time
Jimin was laid bare for her was like seeing an angel flying close enough to
enrapture her. And enraptured she was.
“You’re so beautiful, you’re everything,” Yoongi couldn’t stop herself from
whispering it, her hands feeling Jimin, resting at her neck, Yoongi licking her
lips, trying not to just take all of her girlfriend. Jimin made a sound,
sounding more like a broken sob than an exhale, and Yoongi looked up to Jimin’s
face. She was smiling, but her lip was quivering, her eyes squinted, and Jimin
let her head drop.
“I only ever need to hear that from you. Just you.” Yoongi lifted Jimin’s face,
kissing her on her forehead.
“I’ll tell you that forever. I’ll show you how much I mean it.” Jimin sat up,
and Yoongi had her lay back, and Yoongi descended upon her neck, sucking on it.
Yoongi started to palm at Jimin’s crotch, rubbing gently. Jimin squirmed,
embarrassed, presumably. Yoongi bit harshly at Jimin’s neck, and she let an
arresting moan out, a sound that made Yoongi tremble. Yoongi kept sucking down
Jimin’s neck, rubbing Jimin harder, Jimin responding by grasping Yoongi’s
shoulders, digging in with her fingernails. Yoongi was aching, moving down to
lay her mouth on Jimin’s breasts, being particularly gentle in favour of the
sensual feel of it.
Jimin’s sounds started to raise in volume, from a small “ah” to melodious
whines. Yoongi thought any sound of pleasure from Jimin made anything they do
feel so clandestine, absolutely surreptitious, and only served to bewitch
Yoongi more.
“I need-” Yoongi lifted herself, seeing Jimin panting, red, fiery under
Yoongi’s hold. Yoongi licked up Jimin’s stomach, Jimin grinding unconsciously
into Yoongi’s hand. Yoongi slipped her hand away, and Jimin made a displeased
sound. Yoongi smirked, nibbling at Jimin’s hipbone. Yoongi loved to nettle
Jimin, she was so enticing when she was needy.
“What,” Yoongi breathed on Jimin’s hip, “tell me what you need, Button.” Jimin
arched into Yoongi’s touch, gasping desperately.
“Your- you. More, please.” Yoongi was enthralled whenever just her touch could
devastate Jimin to this. To broken pleas, and incoherent begs.
“Always,” Yoongi ran her teeth to Jimin’s shorts, stopping at the waistband,
and gripping it, slipping the clothing down to Jimin’s knees, and off to the
side. Jimin twitched from the cold, but Yoongi slid her hand into Jimin’s,
squeezing it. Yoongi sat back onto her knees, and removed her t-shirt. She
unclipped her bra, tossing it aside, and dropped down to Jimin, whose hands
made a home at Yoongi’s waist, and took a vacation to her ribs, barely visible
against her skin, the shadows shallow. Yoongi let Jimin’s fingers trace her way
across Yoongi’s body. Jimin looked so captivated with the shape of Yoongi,
always so disposed to peer at Yoongi with the wonder that was carved into her
soul. She looked at Yoongi like a child who had just seen blooming flowers for
the first time.
“Oh, Sweet.” Yoongi took that as the cue to lower her hips to Jimin’s grinding
slowly, Jimin bucking up into her. Jimin took Yoongi’s face and kissed her
roughly, as if she couldn’t get enough of Yoongi. Yoongi’s breasts resting
along Jimin’s, the sensitive flesh sending shocks of vivification through them.
Jimin moaned, her breath swimming into Yoongi’s mouth. Yoongi was making small
sounds, her hips working harder, the tingle of pleasure humming off her in
waves.
“Ah, Yoongi!” Jimin was gasping, breaking away from the kiss, and Yoongi
nibbled at her neck, feeling herself at the edge.
“Yoongi!” Jimin cried, tensing against her, making sounds of pleasure, chanting
Yoongi’s named in her ear, and Yoongi tipped over into her orgasm, biting at
Jimin’s skin.
“Please… Harder,” Yoongi bit into Jimin harder, and Jimin sighed, the
aftershocks leaving her. Yoongi relaxed as she fell out of her high, and let
Jimin’s skin go, seeing the intensely flushed love bite.
“Thank you, Button. Thank you for letting me show how much I ache for you,”
Yoongi whispered softly in her ear. Yoongi then heard the sound of divine
melody, Jimin’s giggle. Jimin pecked Yoongi on the lips, and looked up at her.
“I love you.” Jimin smiled like the sun.
“I love you more,” Yoongi collapsed softly into Jimin’s hold.
End Notes
     Honestly, this is going to become a HUGE Kpop genderbent AU, so
     expect more. It won't all be BTS, but a lot of it will. It'll mostly
     be oneshots in a series, but I write things out of order, so I have
     to fix that before I upload. :) Let me know how you liked it. Kudos
     or comments are really appreciated. Sorry it's not beta'd or
     anything, I edit everything myself and hope for the best honestly.
     NEXT ONE: Lava (Vkook) ;o
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