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Everyone loves Jimin. From his soft hair, delicate features, to his pale skin and bright smile. It would be a sin not to love Jimin.
So everybody loves Jimin.
(Especially BTS.)
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Jimin needs attention. Needs it like he needs food and water. It's an instinct ingrained in his brain. From the time he wakes up until the time he lays his head on his pillow, he wheedles attention from all his band mates.
They're happy to give it to him.
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Taehyung crawls into Jimin’s bed in the morning to wake him up with lazy morning kisses. His mouth moves against Jimin’s slowly, coaxing him awake.
“Tae,” Jimin mumbles against Taehyung's lips. Taehyung runs his hand along Jimin’s stomach, tracing over the outline of his abs and his cute little belly button.
“Jiminie,” Taehyung whispers back.
“More,” Jimin says, pulling back from Taehyung's lips, “More kisses.”
“I'm happy to oblige.”
Taehyung presses more kisses into the plain of Jimin's skin, nipping gently. He spends time making sure every inch of Jimin's neck has been gifted with kisses, then works his way down Jimin's chest.
They don't get out of bed until Taehyung is fully satisfied that Jimin is loopy with attention, letting out little whimpers at every touch of lips to skin.
-
Jin usually makes breakfast, since the rest of the group is usually asleep or lying mindlessly on the couch.
Today he's making a healthy fruit breakfast, in the middle of chopping strawberries, when Jimin shuffles into the kitchen sleepily, rubbing his eyes with a small smile
“G’morning, hyung.”
Jin can see that Taehyung's already done a number on Jimin. His hair sticking everywhere as if there's been hands running through it, and his pants slide down to reveal a small hickey on his hip.
“Good morning, Jimin. Sleep well?” Jin asks, glancing up from his task.
“Yeah,” Jimin says, hopping up on the counter right next to where Jin is working; his usual place. “What’re you making today?”
“Mm,” Jin hums, “It’s like a fruit pizza.”
“I’m excited to try it, hyung. Your cooking is the best.” Jimin tucks his hands under his legs, feet kicking back and forth.
Jin takes a strawberry from his pile and places it at the entrance of Jimin’s pink, plump lips. Jimin opens his mouth to take a bite, licking the juice off his lips when he's finished. He giggles when Jin presses another strawberry insistently against his lips.
“Good?”
Jimin keeps licking his lips, making them shinier and more in resemblance to the red strawberries. Jimin nods, eyes wide, “Really good, gimme’ more.”
Jin laughs, “You'll have to wait ‘til breakfast.”
Jimin pouts. “Please, hyung,” he whines.
“Not budging,” Jin replies, “but I do know something you can have now.”
“What is it?” Jimin ask, face expectant.
In answer, Jin leans in toward Jimin, intently focused on the outline of Jimin’s lips. He presses his lips to Jimin's, stealing a kiss before Jimin can kiss back.
Jimin giggles again. Jin’s favorite sound is Jimin's giggle. “Hyung, let me kiss you back!”
“Nope,” Jin teases, “you'll have to wait ‘til breakfast for more kisses too.”
The rest of the band can hear the light laughter of an angel and smile to themselves.
(Their angel.)
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After breakfast Jimin and Hoseok curl up on the couch together, Jimin's head tucked into the crook of Hoseok’s neck, hair tickling Hoseok's jaw every time Jimin breathes in.
“Can you sing to me, hyung?” Jimin asks, and when Hoseok looks down Jimin's eyes are closed, lips parted.
“I'm not much of a singer,” Hoseok says.
Jimin makes a noise of protest, opening his eyes to glare at him. “Not true, I love your voice.”
“It's okay, but I'm better at rapping.”
“Bullshit. Sing to me or I'm leaving to go cuddle with someone else,” Jimin mumbles.
And Hoseok can't have that. Jimin cuddles are the best part of his day, so he sings in a quiet voice to him, one of Jimin's favorite songs.
-
The band appreciates their lazy mornings because after twelve they're off to interviews and meetings.
Their interview today is with a lady who clearly dislikes Jimin. Whether it's because she's jealous, or his personality it too overwhelming for him, no one knows.
But it doesn't matter to Jimin. Every time the girl scrunched her nose in distaste at whatever Jimin had said, his chest had grown tighter and tighter.
And then she made their maknae rank the boys in order of looks. Jimin knows that Jungkook likes to tease him and rank him last for everything. Jimin knows that when the rest of the band laughs they're not laughing at him.
But sometimes it's hard to remember that.
Jimin goes to his most responsible Hyung, and climbs on his lap like a clinging koala.
“Comfort me, Joonie.”
Namjoon places his phone down, wrapping his arms around Jimin.
“What's wrong, Jiminie?”
Jimin's silent for a few moments. “Do I have a nice personality, hyung?”
Namjoon knows where this is coming from. The interviewer had ignored Jimin and made home feel like shit. Namjoon could barely stop himself from yelling at her, and curling over Jimin like a shield. And Namjoon hardly ever loses his temper.
But at Jimin's words he can feel his temper rising again. “Of course. Why else would half the world be in love with you? You're like sunshine stored in a cute little body. You're the reason the band keeps going throughout the day. Without you to lift our spirits with your lovely personality we'd be walking corpses.”
“Thanks, hyung,” Jimin mumbles from his position, head tucked against Namjoon’s chest. Namjoon thinks he can feel wetness staying his shirt and his heart clenches.
“You're our Jiminie, we'd do anything for you.”
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Yoongi’s not very vocal about his affection. Instead choosing to give it when no one's looking and in the safety of their rooms.
In the safety of their rooms he can tuck Jimin into his bed for a nap, mumbling about his day until Jimin falls asleep.
“And then she had the audacity to pet my head, can you believe that?” Yoongi mumbles hunched over his desk.
Jimin laughs from under the covers, just the top half of his head poking out. “Hyung it's because you're so small.”
“Who’re you calling small, brat.”
“You,” Jimin giggles.
Yoongi gets up from his desk and heads over towards Jimin. “Say that again.”
“You're small, hyung.”
“You brat,” Yoongi mutters, ripping off Jimin's covers. He starts tickling Jimin, going after his most sensitive parts. “Take it back.”
The room echoes with Jimin's uncontrollable giggles and shrieks. “Never! You're the smallest!”
Yoongi mirthlessly tickles Jimin until they're both out of breath from laughing so much.
“Perfect size for cuddling,” Jimin says and Yoongi groans.
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Jimin loves attention from their maknae. But Jungkook is picky with giving his attention.
Jimin can only get Jungkook to give him attention if he's in a good mood and they're not in front of anyone.
“Jungkookie!” Jimin says, “Jungkookie!”
Jungkook finally looks up at him from his phone.
“Kiss me,” Jimin says and points to his neck.
He gets a little smile from Jungkook but no kiss. Jungkook never wants to kiss him.
-
Later when him and Taehyung are laying in bed, scrolling through their phones, Jimin speaks up.
“Does Jungkook like me?” He asks, hair tangling on the pillow as he turns to look at Taehyung.
Taehyung mumbles out a yeah, distracted with his phone.
Jimin looks back at the ceiling. “Is it because I'm ugly? I know I've gained a little weight this past month, but I'm going to the gym more again.”
Taehyung stops breathing and his heart gives a painful squeeze. “Who the fuck said you were ugly?” He sits up in bed, facing Jimin.
“No one,” Jimin mutters, avoiding the fire in Taehyung's eyes. “But there's gotta be a reason Jungkook doesn't want to kiss me.”
Taehyung lets the words sink in before he's storming out of the room. Jimin watches him go, confused.
A moment later the door bursts open and Jungkook’s frame is shoved through.
“Stop being an asshole,” Taehyung yells and slams the door.
Jungkook gets up from where he stumbled in, brushing his pants off.
“Jungkook?”
Jungkook looks at him like a deer caught in the head lights. “Jimin.”
“Sorry about Tae, I was just being stupid.”
“No no no,” Jungkook says, crawling on the bed. “I'm the one being stupid, God Jimin.” He pushes Jimin back into the lying position and crawls on top of him.
He grabs Jimin's face in his hands, making sure Jimin's paying attention. “Jiminie, I love you.”
Jimin's eyes widen in shock.
“Really?” He lets out, breathless.
“Of course, baby,” Jungkook says before attacking Jimin's neck and face. He peppers him in kisses, biting down harshly when Jimin lets out small whimpers.
“J- Jungkookie, hickeys aren't allowed,” Jimin manages to get out, hands coming up to grasp at Jungkooks shirt.
“Just this once,” Jungkook mutters into his skin, “Just this once,” he repeats. “Sorry I'm such an asshole baby. I always wanna’ give you kisses. Was just shy. You're so beautiful, so gorgeous.”
His hands are wandering over Jimin's chest, pushing his shirt up to run over a nipple. Jimin shivers.
“It's okay, I forgive you.”
He’ll just have to make sure to cover up the dark bruises with makeup tomorrow.
-
A lot happens in a day with BTS. But they all look forward to coming home and watching a movie together. It's Namjoon’s turn to pick and so they watch a horror movie.
“It's too scary,” Jimin protests, hiding his face into Jungkook's neck. They all love it when they watch scary movies, each of them getting to comfort their angel.
“My turn,” Taehyung pipes up and pulls Jimin off of Jungkook's lap into his own.
“I distinctly remember you went second last time, therefore it's my turn to have Jimin next,” Hoseok says.
“But you had him the longest, last time,” Yoongi fires back at Hoseok.
And somewhere along the way, Jimin drowns out the noises from the TV and falls asleep between the hands passing him between laps, the fingers caressing his hair, and to the bickering of his boys.
Everyone loves Jimin,
But BTS love him the most.