#vminkook fics

[T, 5k] kissed by sunlight, embraced by moonlight by astrumagia

[G, 3k] Home by Nighttdust

[G, 13k] a detour towards home by vminthough

[T, 2k] Sweet Misunderstandings by justpromisemin

vminkook imagines (i’m assuming you mean fics), no specifics mentioned:

[T, 82k] to the moon and back by kaythebest

[T, 3k] you are the dancing queen (young and sweet) by drip

[T, 1k] Ding Dong Ditch by dyegu

[M, 9k] loverboy by gangbang

[T, 8k] One More Room by vmknation

[M, 36k] worlds don't last (the stars and galaxies are transient, fleeting things) by cafedelmar

[T, 8k] you're the bee's knees by lolainslackss

vminkook non-au, no smut (i’m assuming you mean canon compliant when you say no au’s aka they’re still idols?):

[T, 3k] as long as i survive, you will be part of me by raconter

[G, 14k] don't know sadness well (but i'll cry) by hammerandstrings

“Hey baby, how was class?”

Jungkook doesn’t respond right away, rather busies himself in tugging off his shoes and aligning them neatly on the side of the door. His portfolio, however, does not meet the same gentle fate, and he drops it to the ground, kicking at the edge of it when he sees it’s in the way of anyone who will want to walk past,

“Ugly.” He deadpans, “Art history was the dumbest decision I ever made in my life. And I, have made many dumb decisions,”

Jimin chokes on a laugh, watching his youngest boyfriend walk around the couch before settling next to him and plonking his head in his lap. Jimin immediately attaches a hand into his scalp, scratching at it and massaging slightly. Jungkook groans.

“Like, don’t get me wrong, I love visual art, but a whole formal analysis for some naked lady sculpture? It would be easier for me to get an actual lady naked-”

“No it wouldn’t.” Jimin doesn’t seem fazed by the comment, neither insulted nor offended, rather just content with calling Jungkook out on his blatant lie, “Naked lady sculptures are the closest you’ll ever get to a naked lady,”

“You’re real mean hyung, you know that? Real mean.” Jungkook is more annoyed that he’d been interrupted half way through his rant rather than the fact he’d just got his pride shoved six feet under. Jimin obviously notices this which is why he continues,

“Tell me more about your enmity towards formal analyses, “

The younger smiles, opening his mouth to proceed.

As Jungkook rambles on about genre, design, format and style, Jimin listens attentively, his hand never leaving its duties of stroking through Jungkook’s hair. It’s getting longer, and like Taehyung’s, it’s starting to get curly, but Jimin doesn’t have the heart to tell either of them to cut it, not when it curls so cutely around their face, dazzling halos that frame them uniquely. At some point he zones out of Jungkook’s actual words and instead is content to just hear the sound of his voice, a noise he’ll never get tired of hearing.

“Are you even listening hyung?” Jungkook whines, the pout on his face evident,

“What? Yes of course I am,” Jimin hurriedly answers, then leans down to kiss away the pout before it further deepens on the younger’s bottom lip. Jungkook happily accepts the kiss, even though the angle is upside down and a bit awkward, they manage to make it work, soft lips sliding gently.

“Woah, did you two start without me? I thought we had a rule-”

“We didn’t start anything Taehyung.” Jimin pulls back from Jungkook’s mouth and rolls his eyes at Taehyung, “They’re just innocent kisses,” he leans down and presses another soft peck to Jungkook’s top lip, “See? Innocent.”

Taehyung scoffs,

“Innocent.” He repeats in an almost mocking tone. Jimin ignores him, content with the soft lips that press against his own- until there’s a flash and both boys pull away.

“Was that a picture, Tae?” Jungkook groans. Taehyung can’t even lie, as he lowers his huge ass camera (that Jungkook and Jimin had both spent a fortune on for his last birthday) and grins sheepishly,

“You looked picture-worth,” He shrugs. Taehyung studies the picture he just took before grinning, “Upside down,” He says softly, “Spiderman-style.”

“You’re ridiculous,” Jimin says grinning. Jungkook holds out a hand, gesturing to Taehyung to come closer,

“Come here, hyung, Jimin’s too gentle.”

Jimin swats at him,

“I didn’t hear you complaining last night,” He says as Taehyung makes his way to the couch, smile evident as he watches his boyfriends bicker,

“Who would complain when there’s a dick up their ass- oomf.” He cuts himself off as Taehyung’s weight collapses onto his stomach,

“Stop harassing Jimin and kiss me,” Taehyung mumbles, and Jungkook grins, grabbing him by the neck and pulling him down, their lips meeting softly.

--

“Tae,” Jungkook whines, strain seeping into his voice, evident in the way his fingers hold tightly to the elder’s shoulders. He’s naked, sitting on Taehyung’s thighs, feet dangling over the edge of bed, his cock restrained by the hand that’s holding it tightly at the tip.

“What is it baby?” Taehyung asks, his voice too sweet for his actions.

“I wanna come,” The younger whines, “Let me come.”

Taehyung had pushed him so close to the edge, holding him back with only a single thread, and now he wouldn’t let go. In any other situation, Jungkook would have punched him hard in the stomach, but in this particular situation, he just wanted his orgasm.

“Not yet, baby,” Taehyung whispers, eyes swimming with menace before he pulls Jungkook down by the neck with his free hand, pressing their mouths together in something less than a kiss and more of a messy desperation.

“I hope you plan on swallowing,” Jimin’s voice breaks them apart, and Jungkook whines louder, muffling his moans into Taehyung’s neck. Taehyung shushes him, presses a kiss to his temple, then turns his attention to Jimin,

“Do I have to?”

“Yes. I changed those sheets yesterday, and I know you won’t do it once you both pass out.”

Taehyung grins cheekily and nods in understanding,

“We’ll keep it clean. When-” Jungkook’s whine drowns out the rest of his question, and he shushes him once again, with a kiss to the mouth this time. “When will you be home?” He repeats.

“About three hours?” Jimin replies, grabbing his jacket from the closet. Multiple items spill out as he does so, and he sighs, “Clean this shit up when you get time.”

“Sure. Can you bring food on your way home?”

Jimin hums in agreement, before leaving the room.

“Can you fucking pay some fucking attention to me now you fuck- ah,”

---

True to his word, Jimin returns a few hours later. When he steps into the living room, he finds both his boys curled up together on the couch, hair damp and cheeks pink from what looks like a recent shower. He smiles at them softly, eyes lingering for a few seconds before he switches on the main light.

Taehyung stirs slightly, a whine escaping his lips, but Jungkook stays perfectly still, always the deep sleeper.

“I bought food,” Jimin says when Taehyung opens one eye. At his words, both his eyes fly open and he smiles brightly, albeit tiredly.

“Should we wake Jungkook up to eat? He looks too soft to disturb.”

Taehyung almost melts at the fondness in the elder’s eyes, aware that his own probably don’t look much different,

“He’ll get grumpy if he knows we ate without him.” He says, then gently nudges Jungkook’s sleeping figure. The younger boy groans,

"Five more minutes,"

Taehyung sighs,

"Jimin brought food."

Jungkook stops shifting for a second,

"Two more minutes."

Jimin smiles, shaking his head at the youngest before volunteering to get everything ready.

They end up eating straight out of the cartons, disposable chopsticks and all, then drinking straight from bottles and cans.

They pile their rubbish onto the coffee table when they're done, and even Jimin is too lazy to clear it all up.

"Why were you two asleep on the couch when I came home? And not in bed?" He asks, once they're all lying against each other. He's not quite sure whose elbow is digging into his rib and he's pretty sure someone's lips have been pressed against his hair for a full three minutes now; but he's content.

"There- uh, was a- uh-"

Taehyung shifts, and Jimin feels the lips move from his hair. So it's Jungkook's elbow in his ribs.

"There was a spider." Jungkook finishes quietly.

"A spider?"

"Yeah like a crawling insect- hyung stop laughing,"

Jimin really doesn't mean to be cruel to his boyfriends but, a spider?

"It was big okay!" Taehyung defends and Jimin shakes his head, rolling his eyes a little.

"Come on," he says, lifting himself from the couch, "Let's get rid of your spider and get you both to bed. Tae, you have an early class tomorrow."

"I do?"

"You do. Go wash up, Jungkook and I will deal with the spider."

Jungkook freezes,

"Who said anything about Jungkook helping with the spider?"

"I did. Now come on." Jimin's voice leaks with authority, and so Jungkook chooses not to argue, and instead follows his boyfriend into the bedroom.

"Where was it?" Jimin asks, eyes scanning the room. There's still the pile of clothes lying next to the wardrobe, and the sheets are ruffled, but he doesn't spot any stains. So Taehyung did take his advice.

"It was like, next to that dresser but- there! On the wall, hyung!"

Jimin jumps at the sudden pitch in Jungkook's voice, then spins to where the younger is pointing, eyes turning into small slits as a huge smile embraces his face.

"Taehyung said it was huge," He laughs.

"It is!" Jungkook insists, but Jimin just shakes his head before telling him to open the window.

The spider is small enough to fit right into the centre of Jimin's palm, who cups it gently before setting it free outside. (Not before waving his cupped hands in Jungkook's direction, just to elicit a small scream out of him.)

"Is it gone?" Taehyung emerges from the bathroom, looking as soft as ever, bare-faced and squeaky clean. He smells like toothpaste, and Jungkook rushes to the bathroom to wash up next. He denies it, but both boys are sure he has some sort of minty kink.

"Gone." Jimin confirms, opening up his arms to allow Taehyung to settle against them. He places his head between the elder's neck and shoulder, nose rubbing against the skin as he sighs contentedly.

"We missed you today," He murmurs, "We miss you everyday. But we missed you a lot today."

Jimin smiles at his words, a hand reaching up to card through his hair,

"I missed you too," He whispers softly.

When Jungkook emerges from the bathroom, they both lift an arm each, the youngest crawling towards them and seeking their warmth. It's been a while since they cuddled so tightly like this, warm and together.

"Go and wash up hyung, so we can cuddle in bed."

Jimin leaves a fleeting kiss to Jungkook's forehead before listening to his words and disappearing into the bathroom.

"C'mere," Jungkook mumbles, and Taehyung smiles before tangling in against the younger, their lips meeting clumsily before they manage to form a kiss. Their mouths move slowly, lazily, like they've been given all the time in the world and they have no other way to spend it.

When Jimin emerges from the bathroom, bare-faced and soft, he pushes into the bed behind Jungkook, trapping the youngest in the middle.

"I wanna be in the middle," Taehyung whines, and Jungkook is more than ready to shift when Jimin stops him with a hand to his hip,

"You can't. You're waking up first tomorrow and you'll disturb everyone else."

Jungkook finds this reasonable and shifts back into place, kissing the pout off Taehyung's face before speaking,

"Listen to Jimin hyung." He says firmly, then turns to face the eldest, cupping his jaw and peppering kisses.

"Wow," Taehyung says dramatically, "I'm right here and you're making out with someone else."

"He's not just someone else." Jungkook huffs against Jimin's skin, lips pausing for a moment whilst he speaks, "Besides, we literally had sex like two hours ago. Let me be affectionate to Jimin."

Taehyung groans again, more dramatic and whiny this time, though his boyfriends both know he's simply being ridiculous. Taehyung craves attention more than any of them, and teasing him whenever they can is simply one of their favourite pass times.

"Kiss me, Jungkookie." Taehyung whines, and Jungkook makes a loud noise of irritation before turning over,

"You're really annoying, you know that?" He smirks against the elder's lips before pushing them together, prying his mouth open with his tongue. It doesn't take long for Jungkook to press his hips forward and Taehyung to let out a drawling groan, hands roaming and lips tickling.

"No, okay that's enough." Jimin pulls Jungkook back by his hips, ignoring the way his ass presses right against his crotch as he does so, "I know exactly where this is going."

"So let it go there!" Taehyung whines,

"You have class tomorrow, baby," Jimin says softly. He leans over Jungkook to press a gentle kiss to Taehyung's forehead which seems to settle him, "You need sleep."

Jungkook turns to Jimin with a cheeky grin and raised eyebrows but the elder is quick to push him away,

"And you." He says sternly, "Sleep."

Both boys sigh, but cuddle against each other, one of them tugging on Jimin's arm to join them, and he does so willingly.