Jimins Solo Dance X MMA 2019

jimin’s solo dance x MMA 2019

bts for weverse magazine

♡♡♡ (cr. nabinunaya, trans cr. doolsetbangtan)

Jimin doing his hip thingie. Mom, send help.

Okay but I'm a sucker for this kind of chemistry/dynamic. They look all enemies & stuff but when they're on a duo-like mission, oh man! 🔥

and this part really got me:

He looks at you for a moment, almost as though he’s forgotten the mission and for a split second, you both actually do.

Then his lips turn up into a smile. “Ready?” He cocks his gun and gets into position.

Cutie & sexy & lovely 😍❤ God, I love these little prompts!

No I def assume jimin for 3 🤣🤣 im so sorry

okay anon, here it is, i hope you like it!  :) i’m happier w this one lol.

↠ jimin x reader ↠ secret agent/spy AU | enemies to lovers (implied)  ↠ 1170 words

prompt: “it’s pitch black and I can see you blushing.”

“Great,” you huff, unloading your gun out and putting it on the shelf. “We’re stuck in here and it’s all your fault.”

Raising a brow, Jimin gives you a mocking smile. “You’re the one who missed the rendezvous point. If your late ass had been there on time, we would’ve been out of here.”

Seething, you step forward and point your finger at him in an accusatory manner. “I was cleaning up your mess. What kind of idiot leaves the security guard half conscious for him to call for backup?!”

“Well excuse me for being careful not to kill innocent people!” Jimin snaps back, taking a step closer.

“He’s not innocent! None of them are, you fool! God, have you learnt nothing from this mission?” You groan, giving your partner one repulsive look before slumping to the floor yourself.

There’s no point in arguing all night; you know that. Besides you argue with him enough and quite frankly you’re tired of it. Just as tired as your muscles and exhausted mind from the past twelve hours that have ended up with you and Jimin locked in a supply closet in the penthouse of one of Thailand’s most expensive hotels.

You’re grateful it’s a rich family you’re after because if it was anything else, you’d probably be trapped in a drug warehouse or something else of the kind. At least this 10x10 supply closet has pillows, emergency food, water, and better yet, alcohol.

Before you can reach for it yourself, Jimin is already reaching for the most expensive bottle on the top shelf, using any tool he can find to take the top off. Perks of your academy’s intensive training you suppose — you’re both trained agents and have been taught to utilise practically anything in any situation.

Literally anything. There’s a ten out of ten chance that you and Jimin could use any of the items in here to escape this closet. Both of you know it, but neither of you say it.

Jimin slumps to the floor just as wearily as you. He chooses to sit right next to you, and for once you decide not to comment on his lack of personal space.

After taking a long swig himself, he holds the bottle out for you, which you eye up for a moment.

“We’re technically still working,” you say quietly. “What if the Chen men return?”

Jimin shrugs. “Suit yourself.” He takes another swig. “My tolerance is great—“

You snatch the bottle from him and bring it to your mouth, taking less than Jimin.

“I guess that means you’re done working for the night?” Jimin says, an amused smile toying on his lips as he watches you drop your head back to the shelf behind you.

“I guess it does,” you sigh, limbs aching and feeling heavy.

“You know…” Jimin shifts closer to your side to speak quietly into your ear. “I could easily open the door with a coat hanger…”

You lift your head and give him a testy glare. “Yeah, so could I. But we’re not. So shut up and drink.”

You shove the bottle into his chest and he lets out a little grunt, distracting him while your eyes drop to those full lips of his. You always steal a glance every chance you get, especially when you’re this close to him. You don’t think much of it — he has nice lips, that’s all.

“Whatever you say, princess,” he smirks, keeping the close distance between you as he drinks some more.

Just as you’re dazedly watching his Adam’s apple while he swallows, the lights suddenly go out and you’re left in complete darkness.

“What was that?” you whisper loudly, instinctively reaching a hand out for Jimin.

It lands on his thigh… a little too close to his crotch. But you don’t realise.

Jimin shifts closer in an attempt to make you feel safe. As your partner, he knows about the one fear you have — the dark. You appreciate that he never makes you feel any less because of it, unlike your old team who used to taunt you all the time.

“The lights are probably on a timer,” he says quietly. “Also, your hand is almost touching my dick.”

Eyes wide, you tear your hand from his leg and face him. You’re grateful it’s dark in here so he can’t see your flustered appearance. “Sorry, accident.”

Jimin chuckles softly, gently placing an arm around you and you feel his warm breath fanning your face. “It’s cool, I mean, if that’s how you wanna pass time then I’m happy to help.”

You can’t see him, but you can tell he’s smirking.

“You wish,” you hiss.

He laughs a little louder. “It’s pitch black and I can see you blushing, princess.”

“Oh shut up,” you mutter, ignoring the warmth that’s in your cheeks as you throw his arm off of you to get up and look for a torch.

Jimin beats you to it. Pulling one out from beside him, he tugs on your arm to keep you sitting next to him as he presses the button, illuminating the room in white light.

Seeing you visibly relax with the light back on, something in Jimin softens and reaches up to grab a pillow before handing it to you. You frown in confusion.

“Sleep,” he says, putting the pillow in your lap. “I’ll stay up in case anything happens.”

You wait for something, a catch, a snide comment, a flirty comment even… but it doesn’t come.

Jimin just looks at you with what can only be described as concern in those big brown eyes of his. Looking at them now, you realise just how kind they are.

“Thanks,” you mutter, suddenly feeling a bit awkward. “Wake me up in a bit, we’ll swap.”

Jimin nods, giving you the smallest smile before taking his tablet out of the bag to probably do some more work on the case.

You put the pillow down between you, lowering your head and letting your eyes close. Sleep finds you more easily than you thought it would.

When you wake up hours later, it’s an hour past dawn and Jimin is gently shaking you awake with a whisper.

“Y/N, Y/N, you gotta get up. They’re here.”

It takes you a moment to get up and become completely aware of yourself and your surroundings, and when you do, you find yourself staring at the jacket draped on your shoulders. Jimin’s jacket.

You look at it, and then look at him. You also realise he let you sleep for longer, staying awake himself. His cheeks go pink but he says nothing except, “You looked cold.”

“Right, thanks,” you smile awkwardly.

“Don’t mention it,” he nods, just as awkward. But he quickly clears the tension away and hands you your gun while you get yourself up. “They’re in the room to the left, the plan is the same as yesterday,” Jimin whispers, grabbing the coat hanger and swiftly breaking the door lock.

“Okay,” you nod, pressing yourself against the wall as you wait for him to push it open.

He looks at you for a moment, almost as though he’s forgotten the mission and for a split second, you both actually do.

Then his lips turn up into a smile. “Ready?” He cocks his gun and gets into position.

“Ready,” you nod, and Jimin pushes the door open.

Today, you both work stealthily and in unison, feeling more in sync than you ever have before.

The handwriting one

Tagged by: @writtenwhalien 💗

rules:

1. say hello

2. write the numbers 1 - 9

3. write the alphabet

4. write: the quick brown fox jumps over the lazy dog

5. write a quote of your choice

I would have reblogged but my handwriting's awful & felt so insecure compared to all these beautiful ones 😭 huh, whatever here's mine: