Step 1. - BTS Yoonmin fluff

Min Yoongi + Park Jimin fluff

BTS isn't famous in this :)

The story isn't supposed to be like them in real life but I've still written some small hits of them.


1. Step 1.

Yoongi's phone lights up and vibrates loudly on the hard wood of his nightstand. As he looks up from his book he gives it a hard glare, before sitting up and leaning over to see who’s calling him so early. His brows furrow when he sees his boyfriend’s name on the screen.

Quickly he picks up the phone and answers it. “Jimin, it’s almost two in the morning why are you calling me?”

"Because I knew you would be up reading and you should open your door."

Pulling the phone from his ear he glances at it before sighing and putting it back to his ear. “Are you seriously outside my door right now?”

“Yep!” Jimin’s voice is chipper and bright. “Open up.”

“God,” Yoongi throws the covers off and gets out of bed, “you are so lucky I do love you or I’d just tell you to go bug Jungkook or something.”

“Love you too.” Jimin singsongs with a grin.

Ending the call, Yoongi tosses his phone on his bed as he stretches.

He’d had a long day of teaching music and he was really hoping to finish the last few chapters of his book tonight. Jimin has always been his wildcard though, so he’s shocked but not totally surprised by this.

When he opens the door, Jimin is leaning on the door frame with a smile as he twirls his car keys on his finger.

“Hi, babe.” Jimin leans forward and gives him a quick kiss. “Get dressed, we’ve gotta run to the store.”

Yoongi raises an eyebrow. “We?”

“Yes, we.” Jimin smiles as he steps into the apartment past Yoongi, heading for the living room. “You don’t work tomorrow and I’m wide awake with an idea so I thought you could help me.”

“That’s scary.” Yoongi jests with a smile as he closes his door.

With a dramatic heavy sigh, Yoongi trudges past Jimin on the couch and heads for his room. “I guess I can never say no to you. Especially when you greet me with a kiss. I’ll be back.”

Jimin gives a happy giggle as he watches Yoongi hurry to his room.

It’s only a few minutes later when Yoongi walks out in jeans and a t-shirt and Jimin grins at the sight. Yoongi sits next to Jimin and pulls on his shoes. He can feel Jimin watching him, his cheeks get warm at the attention.

“Jimin, are you enjoying the view?” Yoongi teases, nudging Jimin's side with his elbow as he finishes tying his laces.

“I always love the view.” Jimin declares, throwing an arm over Yoongi's shoulders and laying his head on his shoulder. “You’re like really pretty and handsome, how could I not like the view?”

“Cheesy much.” Yoongi chuckles.

“You love it.”


Once Yoongi is ready they both stand up, Jimin with his arm still over Yoongi, and head for the door. Yoongi snatches his keys and makes sure to lock the door before wrapping an arm around Jimin's waist as they head out.

The drive to the 24-7 store isn’t long and Yoongi follows Jimin diligently while holding his hand. Jimin makes a bee line for the hair products section and stops in front of the hair dye.

“Wait,” Yoongi holds up a hand and then reaches up to tug on Jeonghan’s long, blonde locks, “Didn’t you just dye this – like – a few weeks back?”

With a smile Jimin nods his head.

“So?” Yoongi draws the word out, leaning slightly forward as he does.

Jimin glances sideways at him with a smile before reaching up to the shelf to pull off a box of white hair dye.

“So, I thought it would look better with a dip dye and you like the color white.” He explains it as if it all makes simple sense, but the mention of Yoongi's favorite color has the boy blushing and smiling.

With a sideways glance, Jimin gives himself a mental pat on the back for the choice of color, going with the colors Yoongi likes is always a good call.

“And,” Jimin continues, “I shouldn’t dye it on my own so I was thinking you could be my supervision and help me.”

“Well, you are a child.” Yoongi chuckles and then quickly steps back as Jimin tries to smack him.

“Shut up.”

“You can be.”

With a roll of his eyes Jimin moves to collect the rest of the hair dye essentials. “Like you’re any better. You fool everyone into thinking you’re some sophisticated innocent boy.”

A pout forms on Yoongi's face as he follows him. “I am sophisticated though, I just know how to have fun. Which is more than we can say for some of our friends.”

Jimin laughs, as he grabs the rest of the stuff he needs. “They’re learning slowly, I mean, how’d we make so many young friends?”

“Are you calling us old?” Yoongi crosses his arms over his chest as he raises an eyebrow.

“We are in the twenties now, that makes us a little old.” Jimin can only smile as Yoongi glares at him. “We're not..But I would still love you, even if we were old.”

“That’s reassuring.” Jimin smiles.

They head to the check out and buy everything before making their way back to Yoongi's place.

Once Yoongi unlocks the door, Jimin makes a bee line for the bathroom to start mixing the dye. With a fond smile on his face, Yoongi kicks off his shoes and follows.

In the bathroom Jimin has made quick work of mixing the dye into a bowl. Yoongi finds a white towel form the cabinet and sets it next to the sink while making sure the tub is ready for when he rinses the dye out. He takes a seat on the toilet and watches Jimin, who begins to fill the empty air with idle talk about his day since Yoongi had been teaching all day.

It’s a sweet simple moment that makes Yoongi wish he could work up the nerve to ask Jimin to move in with him. They’ve been dating for a few years now and he's still too scared to take that step. He’s still nervous to take steps, Jimin has taken all of them for their relationship. Yoongi is positive they wouldn’t be this far and still dating if it weren’t for Jimin's confidence.

Jimin continues to talk about his day as he applies the fresh white dye to his hair. All while Yoongi happily listens to him and watches him.

“Babe,” Jimin turns his head to Yoongi, holding out the dye brush, “would you check to make sure I got the whole back covered to the roots.”

“Of course.” Yoongi smiles, standing up and moving behind Jimin.

With how often Jimin has been dying his hair recently – as well of their other friends – Yoongi has learned a lot about hair and how to treat it properly. All of them have agreed that hair salons are great, but they’re all too broke to afford it all the time.

Slipping on a pair of gloves, he takes the dye from Jimin and finishes thoroughly applying it.

Joshua makes sure to go over everything again and Yoongi continues to quietly chat his ear off about his work and friends.

A smile stays on Yoongi's face throughout, as he lets Jimin talk. Yoongi knows he keeps himself busy with his teaching kids and teaching himself when it comes to music, so he loves whenever Jimin decides to give him some random visits.

“Oh, and guess who just moved in with each other?”

Yoongi hums in thought as he sets down the dye. “All done, and who? Did Vernon finally work up any courage with that girl?”

“Nah,” Jimin chuckles, turning around to face Yoongi while securing the towel around his neck, “he’s still a chicken when it comes to girls. No, Taehyung and Jungkook finally made it official. They moved to a more middle location between their schools and work, they spent the past few days moving in – with poor, lonely Vernon’s help.”

“That’s great for them, their relationship is so sweet. As for Vernon,” Yoongi smiles as he tosses the gloves away, “he really needs to get some courage. You should give him lessons, you’ve got so much courage.”

Jimin snorts. “I should give you lessons.”

“Hey!” Yoongi smacks his arm as he playfully glares at him. “I’m not that bad.”

“Babe, I love you, but I know I’ve taken all the steps in our relationship. I’d love to see you take a step, but you don’t have to cause I love you anyway.” Jimin reaches to pull Yoongi forward, pressing a soft kiss to his lips.

“Move in with me.”

Silence falls over them as Jimin's eyes widen. He blinks a few times and Yoongi pulls back.

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