"We're really in Paris, wow!" Jimin squealed, spinning around as they stepped out of the airport but stopped when he came in front of an angry-looking Yoongi. "Oh?"
"Why did you say we were a couple?" The newly dyed dark purple-haired man rose a brow and chuckled.
"Well aren't we?" Yoongi shook his head with pursed lips. "Ouch, babe." The olders shoulders slump forward and he grabbed Jimins hand to pull him to a taxi but the younger refused to let go over the hand from then on.
"You're such an ass." Yoongi huffed and ruffled his new silver hair when they got into the cab and after he spoke to the driver, the smaller laid his head on his shoulder.
"But you're stuck with me." Jimin sang and turned his head against the olders chest to look out the window.
Yoongi gave up on trying to get the 16-year-old off of him and sling his arm around the smaller. Now knowing that Jimin is easily cold; learning that the hard way when his jacket was stolen on the plane.
"Do you believe in finding that perfect someone?" Jimin asks, grabbing Yoongi's hand to play with a ring on his fingers.
"Never thought that far in my future. I always thought my parents were going to marry me off to some rich chick."
"Who would you be happy with?" Yoongi shrugged.
"I don't like talking."
"Just for a little bit, please." The older groaned slightly.
"I haven't been able to adventurer off and find anyone." Jimin aligned his hand with the older and giggled at the large size difference.
"If you do, would you tell he or she-".
"He. I'm gay."
"Okay, would you tell him about what you do? Who your friends are?" Yoongi shrugged and rubbed the youngers arm.
"If they were the right person, yes. If we're just dating and having fun then no."
"The only person who knows my real name is Jin, Namjoon, and you. The people at the club only think that's my stage name, everyone else knows me as my other name." Jimin muttered, rubbing his head against the olders chest, spelling the luscious cologne.
"Nous sommes ici." The driver spoke in French and Yoongi nodded, saying something back in the same language and Jimin side-eyed him.
(A/n: French translate of 'We are here')
French is a very sexy language and the younger had to quickly leave the cab before he pounced on Yoongi right then and there.
Jimin grabbed the bags from the trunk and looked up at the hotel he booked when the older was driving to the airport.
"You good?" The smaller looks to his side and finds a pale man next to him.
"Didn't know you spoke French," Yoongi smirked and put his hand around Jimins waist.
"Il y a beaucoup de choses que tu ne sais pas de moi, chérie."
(A/n: French translate of 'There's a lot of things you don't know about me, darling')
"What?" Yoongi chuckled and pushed the smaller forward to the front desk. They check-in and went to their room, instantly both jumped on their separate beds.
Yes, Jimin made sure they didn't have to sleep on the same bed, though how funny wouldn't that have been. Lol.
"What should we do tonight?"
"You pick." The smaller groaned and kicked his legs against the end of the bed.
"Need to eat, but I'm so tired." Yoongi hummed and shuffled to lay on his side, peering through his hair to look at Jimin.
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The Mini-Me Team // Yoonmin
Fanfiction"If we die, I'm going to spend the rest of our afterlife reminding you that this was all your fault." Jimin rolled his eyes and moved away from the older. "That's cool, I wouldn't mind having company while being a ghost." ~•~•~ After Jimin is taken...
