VMIN Fanfics

“Yes Mr. President! What could I do for your honour today?”

Taehyung shakes his head and leans back at his seat. He raises his arms, bringing his hands down behind his head and lets out a soft sigh

“You see this seat beside me? Why do you think it’s empty? For artistic touch?” He lets out a small laugh, following with a look directed at Jimin, “Why don’t you come sit where you should so we can get this meeting started huh?” He suggests while shifting his eyes towards the seat on the left of him.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/22780792

Jimin stands there, shocked. He blinks every so often, attempting to soak in all that's happening right now. But then it's over as quickly as it began. Before Jimin knows it, Namjoon is slamming the door shut, yelling at Taehyung through the door to at least put on some pants.

When the three of them turn their attention back to Jimin, they're all smiling at him sheepishly.

"Sorry about that," Namjoon says with a giggle. "He likes to be naked. We're... working on him."

"It's a team effort," Yoongi adds in, giggling as well.

Next, Hoseok speaks. He gently nudges Jimin's shoulder and says, "If you didn't catch on, that's Taehyung."

Jimin's still frozen. He can't speak.

"Congratulations," Hoseok says. "He's your roommate."

https://archiveofourown.org/works/19901860

“Is there…” Jimin pauses, face distorted like it pains him to even say the words out aloud. Taehyung wants to reach out, wants to reassure Jimin, wants to comfort him. He doesn’t do any of it. He stays still, and watches as Jimin’s hands clench into fists, knuckles white with the force of it. He finds himself almost wishing that Jimin would hit him. Maybe that would help them get through this.

“Is there someone else?” Jimin finally asks, making Taehyung look up from the trembling fists. He looks up into angry eyes, dark in a way he doesn’t think he has ever seen. They have had their fair share of fights and arguments, they have been so incredibly mad at each other that Jimin once left for Busan on the last train because he couldn’t bear being in the same city with him. Yet never, never, has Jimin looked at him with such anger and kindling rage. It makes him want to take a step back but the question itself is enough to make him pause, to make him truly consider the question.

Taehyung can’t answer that. He can’t.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/14395266

"Ah, J-Jimin," Taehyung says, clearing his throat. It's just a cute shirtless boy. He is also a cute shirtless boy. Everything is going to be fine.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/12780711

“I found my soulmate! God. This stupid red string is on my pinky now.”

“That’s great!”

“No way!”

“What do you mean? Are you not attracted to this person? Is he an ugly criminal by chance?”

Jimin sighed on the other line before answering, “No, hyung. He’s the complete opposite. He’s not a criminal and fuck, he’s the most handsome man I saw in my entire life too.”

“Well, okay, so are you not attracted to him?”

“That’s the problem! I am! I am very much attracted to him! I’m going crazy! What the hell am I supposed to do?”

https://archiveofourown.org/works/27285256

"Yoongi hyung said omegas like their alphas knowing how to use their tongues," Taehyung said simply. "Want to learn?"

"What're we doing?" Jimin sighed, shaking his head. Taehyung was his best friend, he reminded himself. We can trust him, he reminded his wolf. "You really think this'll help us?"

"I think it'll help our mating anxiety," Taehyung said, smiling as he shrugged his shoulders. "Who knows. Maybe you'll be a natural."

Jimin growled, low in his throat, and Taehyung met it with a grin. He knew he had won, didn't he? "Fine."

"Fine?"

Jimin nodded, even though it felt like his heart was ready to jump out of his chest. "Fine."

https://archiveofourown.org/works/11880318

“D’you flirt with all your patients?”

Jimin breathes out a laugh. "Only when they're heavily medicated, of course."  Taehyung feels himself grin, wants to flirt with Jimin some more just to get teased in return. "At least I'm not using lousy pick-up lines."

“A for effort, right?”

https://archiveofourown.org/works/17516681

"In the shower?" Jimin's voice grates, faking at innocence. It burns, the way stubble does when it nuzzles into soft skin. The way Jimin's has, during lazy mornings when they've had to pull themselves away from even the possibility of situations like this.

"Just now."

"Oh," Jimin shuffles more, until he's seated between Taehyung's legs. Until he has them hooked over his own thighs. His hands slide back around to Taehyung's front, move up to rest above his knees. "Was thinking about you."

He says it nonchalantly. Like it's nothing. Like it's no big deal and follows up with a, "Both times, by the way."

https://archiveofourown.org/works/6041710

Taehyung and Jimin are friends who crossed the dangerous boundaries aka "friends with benefits" because of cheap alcohol but when feelings were unraveled, misunderstanding happened.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/7281202

“I’ll make it up to you,” Taehyung followed Jimin outside. “There’s nothing to fix Taehyung,” Jimin said simply.  He turned around to fully face Taehyung and there was a small smile on his face, “We’re okay.”   But they weren’t. 

https://archiveofourown.org/works/6029401/chapters/13827895#workskin

“Taehyung, can I…ask you something?” Jimin asked without even knowing what he wanted to actually do.

“Yeah, anything. You know that.”

“Have you ever been in love? Like...for real?”

Jimin got immediately terrified, did this seriously just leave his mouth?

But then again, somewhere deep on the inside he always wanted to know. For some reason him and Taehyung never broached this subject much, except for talking about the short relationships they had before becoming trainees, if those could have even been called that.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/8567254

‘’Tell me what you do then, Taehyung.” He asked while stretching his arms without a care. It’s been a long day for him.

‘’I’m a pilot, I fly and navigate planes and jets.’’

“The metal bird?’’

Taehyung tee-heed because it’s still hilarious to hear someone call a jet as a metal bird, plus, did he already say that Jimin is cute? Yeah. Jimin is cute.

“Well. . .  Tae and I. . . We-”

“You fought?”

“No! We didn’t!”

“Then, hurry up and tell me. Don’t prolong the agony, Jimin-ah.”

https://archiveofourown.org/works/24563185

“Yes! You won!”

Jimin was taken by surprise. How the hell did he win? He cocked his head on the right side as an impulse to ask what just happened only to be taken aback again because Taehyung’s face was merely just an inch apart from his own, he can feel the others warmth that intoxicates him so much.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/24563185

“I-uh wanted to-buy the painting.” Taehyung stuttered upon the sight of the painter. He is smaller than him, but with very good physique, not to mention he’s got eyes Taehyung has never seen anything like it.

"Pull over," Jimin spits then, tries to go for the buckle, uncaring of Taehyung's hand there, tries to roughly push it away, nearly growling in annoyance as Taehyung holds fast. "Pull over the fucking car, I will find my way home"