Title: untitled Pairing (or character): Jimin/Suga Warnings: n/a Prompt: where Yoongi realises he takes too many photos of Jimin.
Usually, if Jimin saw Yoongi readying the camera, he’d immediately jump in front of the lens and strike a pose. Based on this fact alone, Yoongi has more pictures of Jimin than he cares to admit – Jimin smiling, Jimin pulling the ugliest faces that he can, Jimin hugging his members, Jimin with his mouth stuffed full of food, the list goes on. Yoongi was actually quite certain that he had far too many pictures of Jimin.
Still, this one would have been perfect. Laying in the bed beside Jimin’s, he was just close enough to appreciate the way the moonlight hit the younger man’s skin, deepening the shadows but illuminating other parts into pale, glowing brilliance. He liked the curve of Jimin’s mouth into the slightest of smiles, obviously very comfortable and content, and the shock of black hair in a mess atop his head. He liked the smooth shoulders that peeked out from beneath his blanket, bare aside from the straps of the undershirt that he wore to bed. Jimin was always adorable when he slept, but very rarely could Yoongi say that he looked downright beautiful. The thought made his ears burn.
In the bunk above him, Namjoon let out a particularly loud snore, and Yoongi scowled in annoyance, fighting the urge to kick the underside of his mattress – but when Jimin shifted restlessly beside him, he quickly closed his eyes and feigned unconsciousness. Sure, he could always just say that he couldn’t fall asleep, but Yoongi had never been a good liar.
Jimin’s bed frame creaked a bit as the boy rolled onto his side to face Yoongi. The rapper could almost picture him lying there, looking at him with drowsy bedroom eyes that were sexy without even trying.
“Hyung…” The soft whisper nearly made Yoongi jump, but he managed to keep still. It was almost inaudible, but he knew for sure that it was Jimin. “You look so cute like that.”
At this point, Yoongi was just praying that his blush wasn’t noticeable on his pale face – he was almost certain that would get him busted. But if Jimin noticed anything, he didn’t vocalize it. Yoongi heard him shifting again in his bed, and the elder’s heart raced as he frantically tried to figure out what Jimin was going to do.
The next sound that met his ears was the artificial shutter sound of Jimin’s phone camera. His face felt like it was burning with the intensity of his blush, especially as Jimin chuckled. “Cute,” he repeated in a whisper, a note of affection in his sleepy voice.
Yoongi waited for several minutes that felt like an eternity, listening as Jimin got comfortable once again. The room was silent, save for the snores and deep breaths of the members that surrounded them. When it felt safe again, he opened his eyes once more, smiling at the sight of Jimin dozing.
He had to wait, he reminded himself, until he was sure that Jimin was 100% asleep. He didn’t want to wake the younger boy when he snatched the phone from beside his pillow and deleted the photo of himself. In the meantime, as quietly as humanly possible, he took his camera from its hiding place beneath his bed, aimed it at Jimin, and began adjusting to find the perfect focus.
Because really, he reassured himself, if you think about it, there’s no such thing as “too many pictures” of Jimin.
untitled - Jimin/Suga
Pairing (or character): Jimin/Suga
Warnings: n/a
Prompt: where Yoongi realises he takes too many photos of Jimin.
Usually, if Jimin saw Yoongi readying the camera, he’d immediately jump in front of the lens and strike a pose. Based on this fact alone, Yoongi has more pictures of Jimin than he cares to admit – Jimin smiling, Jimin pulling the ugliest faces that he can, Jimin hugging his members, Jimin with his mouth stuffed full of food, the list goes on. Yoongi was actually quite certain that he had far too many pictures of Jimin.
Still, this one would have been perfect. Laying in the bed beside Jimin’s, he was just close enough to appreciate the way the moonlight hit the younger man’s skin, deepening the shadows but illuminating other parts into pale, glowing brilliance. He liked the curve of Jimin’s mouth into the slightest of smiles, obviously very comfortable and content, and the shock of black hair in a mess atop his head. He liked the smooth shoulders that peeked out from beneath his blanket, bare aside from the straps of the undershirt that he wore to bed. Jimin was always adorable when he slept, but very rarely could Yoongi say that he looked downright beautiful. The thought made his ears burn.
In the bunk above him, Namjoon let out a particularly loud snore, and Yoongi scowled in annoyance, fighting the urge to kick the underside of his mattress – but when Jimin shifted restlessly beside him, he quickly closed his eyes and feigned unconsciousness. Sure, he could always just say that he couldn’t fall asleep, but Yoongi had never been a good liar.
Jimin’s bed frame creaked a bit as the boy rolled onto his side to face Yoongi. The rapper could almost picture him lying there, looking at him with drowsy bedroom eyes that were sexy without even trying.
“Hyung…” The soft whisper nearly made Yoongi jump, but he managed to keep still. It was almost inaudible, but he knew for sure that it was Jimin. “You look so cute like that.”
At this point, Yoongi was just praying that his blush wasn’t noticeable on his pale face – he was almost certain that would get him busted. But if Jimin noticed anything, he didn’t vocalize it. Yoongi heard him shifting again in his bed, and the elder’s heart raced as he frantically tried to figure out what Jimin was going to do.
The next sound that met his ears was the artificial shutter sound of Jimin’s phone camera. His face felt like it was burning with the intensity of his blush, especially as Jimin chuckled. “Cute,” he repeated in a whisper, a note of affection in his sleepy voice.
Yoongi waited for several minutes that felt like an eternity, listening as Jimin got comfortable once again. The room was silent, save for the snores and deep breaths of the members that surrounded them. When it felt safe again, he opened his eyes once more, smiling at the sight of Jimin dozing.
He had to wait, he reminded himself, until he was sure that Jimin was 100% asleep. He didn’t want to wake the younger boy when he snatched the phone from beside his pillow and deleted the photo of himself. In the meantime, as quietly as humanly possible, he took his camera from its hiding place beneath his bed, aimed it at Jimin, and began adjusting to find the perfect focus.
Because really, he reassured himself, if you think about it, there’s no such thing as “too many pictures” of Jimin.