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𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐈𝐌𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓

!!! CHAPTER 5

ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ ↝ Taehyung was painfully aware of the truth; life was never free. Every decision he made had a consequence, and it seemed clear what price he would have to pay if someone got to know about the true character of his and Jungkook's relationship. However, he had come this far and there was no turning back or throwing it away. Sadly, he wasn't too brave either.

↝ Taehyung's and Jungkook's relationship right under the nose of obviousness.

ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢꜱ ↝ taekook, idol⥏ taehyung x idol⥏ jungkook ↝ idol⥏ taehyung x original male character ↝ straight namjoon ↝ namjin, idol⥏ namjoon x idol⥏ seokjin ↝ idol⥏ seokjin x original male character

ʀᴀᴛɪɴɢ ⥏ ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢ ↝ mature 18+ ↝ angst, homophobia, explicit sexual content, self-realisation

ᴛᴀɢꜱ ⥏ ɢᴇɴʀᴇ ↝ secret relationship, slow-burn, awkward first times, awkward romance, complicated friendships, taehyung forgets he should play a detective, ↝ idolsAU, BTS 2016

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Jungkook usually could find within himself a power to slap a hand over his mouth, even if imagery, when looking at the bland food becoming even more colour-lacking at the whirling bottom of the kitchen pot. He in fact preferred it over biting down on his tongue, as it more often than not resulted in a painful hiss or surprised gasp slipping past his lips and all his acting and pretence would be, as Jimin would say, not worth the sweat.

But it was the sweat that was cooling down his red face, the only part of his body still aware of the societal shame, as a reaction to Yoongi’s sharp glance he threw at him after Jungkook, with more spice than his hyung had asked him for, said, “Jin hyung would know how to make the dinner look more exciting.”

Taehyung raised his head, his hands comically shaking in front of his face, after the strange feeling of his eyes popping out his eyesockets made him choke on the air, as if he wanted to either catch them before they fell on the table or push them with his palms back. However, with eyes still present over his cheekbones, he couldn’t help but stare at the back of Jungkook’s head slowly moving from left to right in a still there disappointment over Yoongi’s pale broth.

It seemed no one was in a mood this evening approaching night, as the skills of Yoongi’s tongue, usually showing only behind the rhythm or melody of his lyrics, challenged Jungkook’s brattiness. “Oh, really? Jin hyung would know how to make this more exciting?’ his voice was dripping with annoyance, ‘I didn’t know making food look good was,’ he slammed a fist on the counter next to the stove before he continued, 'a requirement for survival.”

Taehyung nearly jumped on his chair when Yoongi took the cutting board from Jungkook’s hands with such force it made the boy fly a step back. The onion Taehyung had precisely cut while Jungkook was offering him tissues dropped to the bottom of the pot copying Yoongi’s untamed anger. Jungkook’s shoulders jerked when the wood hit the walls of the sink with a dull, heavy clunk. He had to take a step back if he didn’t want to be spattered by the hot stream of water hitting the cutting board and splashing from the flat surface. But Yoongi wasn’t done. One hand, bubbling with dish soap, was rubbing off the lingering, tears-producing stink of onions while the fingers of the other one grasped the air dangerously close to Jungkook’s collar as if he wanted to pull him close to spat the threats into his face.

“Maybe if someone else bothered to help in the kitchen,’ Taehyung was as well watching how Yoongi’s fingers curled before the single digit wasn’t pointing at Jungkook’s chest, ‘you would find your excitement here. But I guess gratefulness is not what hyung has taught you.”

Jungkook used to state from time to time, sometimes more casually than not, that Taehyung’s eyes were piercing for details and his ears sensitive for tones of emotions. Taehyung usually waved the seriousness on Jungkook’s face off while trying not to show he noticed how breathless Jungkook’s voice became as if he wanted everyone to share the same eagerness over Taehyung’s boring traits. So he wondered, after Jungkook sent him a quick glance, if he was not the only one who took in a slight mockery in Yoongi’s tone while he addressed Jin.

The corner of Jungkook’s mouth lifted when his tongue found the soft insides of his cheek. He looked over Yoongi’s bones making up his thin shoulder, squinting through the steam of water, close to raise sore blisters on Yoongi’s hands, he set his eyes on bubbles popping around the familiar design craved into wood. Taehyung knew he would have to step forward if he didn’t want to soak the tissues with Jungkook's spilt defeat and Yoongi’s undying stubborn rage. The fight wasn’t over, the words were bobbing in Jungkook’s throat, because there was no reason for Yoongi to yell out his problems and unresolved inner issues at him.

What happened next cut the strings of comprehension leading to Taehyung’s brain. The legs of the chair he was sitting on scrapped the floor with a sound loud and uncomfortable enough to drown out the words moving by Jungkook’s lips, trembling in dare to not bruise his ego. Taehyung’s own mouth was opening and closing, he started speaking as soon as Jungkook took a breath.

“Guys, let’s calm down.”

But the first sound cutting through the sizzling pot set over blue flame echoed before Jungkook’s lungs expanded with air, before Taehyung’s toes bent to find the strength to push his body backwards, yet the human reaction is formed and finished in a millisecond, and even a second is too short to stop the voice from talking and legs from walking. When Taehyung was able to finally halt on his feet, there was only the last step separating him from the fighting duo, and Yoongi’s teeth were gleaming, a tell-tale sign whatever argument Jungkook had about peeling the onions earlier, managed to die.

“Yoongi-yah, that is enough!” even if Taehyung was not able to recognise the authority demanding the attention of voice slicing through the tension, even if the sigh of disappointment would not remind him of the times he himself was on its receiving end, there was only one person living under the same roof who could and had right to call Yoongi so casually.

“Jin hyung!” the surprise was forced out of Taehyung’s mouth before the unclear shadows of a person standing with legs far away from each other gave in to the chandelier light. He was sure everyone in the room could hear and understand the relief shaking behind his sudden yell.

Sometimes Taehyung pulled out his hand from the hold of composure and rather let the emotions intertwine their fingers. Melodramatic.

He could already see his arms thrown over Jin’s wide shoulders, his chin creasing and gathering the material of a beige T-shirt or was it a sweater? Taehyung thought the detail if smooth fabric or rough wool was tickling his neck didn’t matter, until he didn’t blink.

The awkward 'oh' blowing air from his nose and lips put an end to his antics. The light was finally dimmed around the right angles and if he let the click of his elbow joint be announced, the heels of his palms would be teased by the curls of hard bristles growing from someone’s face.

The second had passed.

Jin’s lean but tall figure was towering at least a head above Hyungu unsurely stomping like an explorer or an offer of peace before him. A forced smile of ease was carefully curling upwards while his gaze flickered between the three shocked faces and the bag, taking the shape of something wide and tall, like a falling tower, hiding behind the red plastic, swaying on his three outstretched fingers.

Taehyung was late to gasp. He didn't expect Hyungu to come with Jin, to show up long past the threshold of their place like a bold suggestion to get to know each other. Maybe Taehyung read the morning issue wrong, maybe the pessimism dragged him away from seeing how it could be resolved. He spent a day dreading Jin's broken heart coming to the surface as a rage towards their company.

“Jin hyung,’ Taehyung said again, his voice quieter this time, ‘You're back.”

Yoongi's huff was tired enough to blow an air on Taehyung's ears. It seemed the anger dissolved into annoyance in his demeanour. “You always know how to make an entrance, hyung,” Yoongi clicked his tongue, his tone still a little sharp but lacking the bite it had held before.

Jin chuckled softly, his eyes crinkling at the corners with amusement, “Here I am.” Taehyung didn't miss the warm spreading gently from his presence.

Jin’s fingers found their way to Hyungu's shoulders and gave it a soft pat, yet it did nothing to melt away the man's nervousness. Taehyung could swear by every tickling minute the unease was growing more visible on his features.

“We brought some food,” Jin's smile widened while his hands travelled down Hyungu's tensed muscles under his sweater, they stopped right under his elbows where the fabric seemed to be a bit loose, and he raised them up. The plastic bag, still hanging from Hyungu's three fingers, rustled when a handle slipped from one long digit. Taehyung now recognised the white styrofoam boxes, wrapped tightly with the protective layers of the see-through kitchen wrap, leaning against the fragile material as gravity commanded.

“Awesome,’ grunted Yoongi from behind, followed by the stubborn, squishy plop of sponge falling to the bottom of the sink, ‘Here you have your excitement, Jungkook-ah.”

Taehyung's turn to catch Jungkook's reaction was long ago programmed in his heart and he thought their hearts were beating the same, looking for the mirror of his own surprise on the boy's face. Instead, he was left with confusion. Jungkook's eyes were on Hyungu, the furrow between his eyebrows had disappeared, only to be replaced by a blank expression he often wore when he was trying to take in too much information at once. His gaze carefully mapped Hyungu's body, ignoring the offer of peace rustling above his head, in his hand.

His expression was unreadable, as if guarding what he was thinking or feeling behind an invisible barrier, his eyes so void of emotion that they seemed to threaten with something powerful hiding underneath.

Taehyung couldn't dive in to figure out why Jungkook seemed so angry.

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Jungkook’s hand was on his thigh, hidden under the blanket he had thrown over their bodies the moment the familiar fingers had started to climb up his ankle, using the round protruding bone as a platform to jump up higher his leg. Jungkook’s skin has warmed up, protected from the cold blows of winter throwing an invitation through the ajar door of their balcony where Yoongi disappeared to fill his lungs with calming nicotine. Everyone could smell it even before Jimin pushed back inside, shivering with hands moving up and down his arms. Taehyung didn’t know why Jimin was trying, if Yoongi wanted to be alone, distance himself from Jin and his boyfriend, no one could make him join their party of delicious takeout. Jin’s excitement and Hyungu’s unfamiliar presence were loud enough to scream over Jimin’s arguments, it was also hard to follow the movements of his lips due to white smoke blowing over them whenever Yoongi bit something back.

Taehyung felt almost sorry for the slump of Jimin’s shoulders, the pose of defeat. But then he remembered his lack of trying to save their crumbling friendship. Not that Taehyung was any better, but it was never easy to see ourselves in not influenced light.

Still, Taehyung’s eyes continued to linger. He had already mapped and remembered the ticks of Jimin’s discomfort expressed as joints’ cracks cutting through Jin’s speech, or the regular shifting in his place. The moment Jimin lifted his head, no longer strong enough to pretend he couldn’t feel the burn of Taehyung’s stare, Jungkook’s nails bored into his thigh, calling for his attention.

Under the observant gaze, their eyes locked. Taehyung wished his eyes could be blue like sapphires or green like limes, so the contrast while staring into Jungkook’s chocolate brown could describe the thrill happening in his mind on the outside.

Taehyung counted on time to slow down his heartbeat and catch the butterflies fluttering their wings as adrenalin rushed them to dance in his stomach. But the thrill had always been lingering on the scene, Jungkook's eyes were like an entrance to another world and it was hard not to crave the fields of gentle understanding and rivers of passionate love once he had seen, walked and swum through them. Something powerful seemed to be connecting them even without words said, and it filled Taehyung with a sense of belonging, building up the urge that invaded his veins and called him closer and closer until no space was between them, or maybe it was a grip of Jungkook's warm hand and fingers running along the muscle of his thigh.

When Jungkook's nails ripped the weak strings of his sweatpants, he felt shivers running down his spine. He shifted slightly, wanting to lean in, perhaps the vision of Jungkook's breath on his neck made him reckless, but the sudden cough, resounding in his rush, held him back.

Taehyung blinked and a flush spread into his cheeks, suddenly hyperaware of the bulge over his left leg, rising the blanket that had wrapped around the shape of Jungkook’s knuckles. His thighs parted and he could feel his toes bending and the inside of his calf straining when he reached with his right leg to the end of the sofa, moving away from the boy teasing his inner desires. Jungkook’s palm slid down from his body with a thud meeting the cushions and another coughing fit fell on his ears.

Taehyung lifted his head. His eyes met with Jimin's sharp gaze boring into him with a knowing glint. He knew, just like Taehyung did, what was happening under the blanket.

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The moment Yoongi’s whiskey was brought from the cupboard again, the catalyst to Taehyung’s migraines, Taehyung wanted to be alone. He was grateful for his will, stronger than Jungkook’s, to decline Jin’s offer to grease his lips with barbecue while the fire of the last shot was still present on his tongue and making his throat numb.

He placed his forearms over the slippery railing until the wetness didn’t soak through the sleeves of the top he was wearing and with the tip of his slipper, he moved the porcelain container, over which the ashy smoke was slowly dying, closer to the edge. He knew Yoongi would not pat his shoulder from gratefulness if his ashtray ended up as the black shards five floors under them, a thread for the cyclists’ tires and delicate feet protected only by shoes’ soles. But maybe the irritation over his hyung’s unhealthy habit also found its way into his gloomy mood.

The slur of voices and clinking of plates was a muted reminder at the back of his mind that no matter how hard he tried, it was impossible to find isolation where silence would help him to either tidy his thoughts or not think about anything. Taehyung didn’t know what he preferred, to analyse the unholy waves that had been drenching him for the past days, with Jungkook’s touch acting as a moon during flow, or to use the stillness of time and quietness of life as a shield from his embarrassment yelling “Stop thinking about it!” at him. To write down the words of explanation and apology he would have to later whisper to Jimin, or throw his best friend’s knowing look towards the night and watch it disappear behind the shadows until he wouldn’t be alone again without the guilt; Taehyung’s head was spinning. To remind Yoongi of the support Jin was never too shy to experiment with, to intertwine his and Jungkook’s fingers before knocking on Sejin’s office door, to ask Namjoon why he did it, or-

“Teetee.”

The porcelain under Taehyung’s feet rang like glasses touching in cheers, he could feel his knee flexing, swifter and rougher than he intended, but the sting of wires cutting through his sweatpants didn’t hurt as much as the high-pitched shatter of fallen, broken pieces on the pavement's unforgiving surface.

“Shit,” cursed Taehyung, leaning over the railing, the bottom of his ribcage pressing over the metal tube and cutting his breath. He squinted his eyes, trying to recognise what remained from Yoongi’s favourite and the only ashtray among the rotten leaves and plastic bags blown out from the trashcans. He thought he could see the street lamp reflecting on the polished surface of something, but it could as well be a puddle, staying for days and nights, unfazed by the January weather.

“Shit, shit, shit,” he repeated, noting the soggy cigarette bending over the edge of the balcony, one half stuck to the cement by the rainwater, the other one hanging in the air.

Taehyung was about to try and reach for it, but a strong hand grabbed his arm, pulling him back from the edge and short railing.

“Are you nuts?’ asked a stern voice, ‘Are you trying to kill yourself or something?”

Taehyung turned to see Hyungu standing behind him, the knees of his spread legs bent while his pelvis was an awkward touch over Taehyung's butt. He raised an eyebrow and the serious expression wasn't leaving the stern muscles of his face.

“No,’ mumbled Taehyung, shaking his head, ‘I was just trying… Yoongi hyung's ashtray, it fell.” He gestured over the railing with his arm, pointing down on the street, then his eyes flickered towards the last roll of nicotine stick but it was no longer there. “Oh.”

“And you were going to jump down five floors to get it? That's kind of stupid." The second eyebrow joined the mess of hair on Hyungu's perfect forehead. "It's broken,’ he said with confidence stretching his lips into a tight grimace, ‘If it fell, it's broken.”

Taehyung felt his cheeks growing hot and his chin dropped to his chest in embarrassment, a tear of frustration dripped down the tip of his nose.

He could feel the grip on his arm relaxing until it didn't drop by his side again. He didn't even try to move it towards his face to hide his tears.

“What's wrong?” asked Hyungu, his voice concerned but soft around the edges, reaching Taehyung's soul to soothe it, but Taehyung felt like pushing it away. He lifted his shoulders and dropped them back, then raised them again and with a shudder vibrating inside his chest, he sighed, “I don't know,” the words were an inaudible mumble escaping his lips while his eyelashes sent another tear to slide down his cheek.

Hyungu stayed silent, unsurely shifting on his feet, still behind his back, while listening to Taehyung's messy sobs. Jungkook would put his arms around him, hide his head in the crook of his neck so he could smell the youngster's cologne Jungkook hated, but Taehyung loved, and drew comforting circles in the dip of his back where the cotton of his T-shirt met the waist of his sweatpants. Taehyung again didn't know what he preferred. “I… I can't choose,’ he voiced out, aware Hyungu couldn't know what he meant, ‘I can't make up my mind.”

“To choose what?”

This time a wet crackling sensation from the back of his throat erupted into a sob. His hands moved to cover his face, he tried to either push the tears back or to dry them out.

“I don't know what I want,” cried Taehyung through his fingers. “I just want everything to be like before, to be okay but,’ he cut himself to bury his teeth in the flesh of his trembling bottom lip, but no hiss got out to announce the pain, ‘I don't know how. It's scary.”

A laugh pushed a spurt of hot air out of Taehyung's mouth when an arm wrapped around his body, shakily pulling his shoulders against Hyungu's side. Maybe because the body difference between the older man and Jungkook was too big to not notice when only sharp bones were under his bones, or because Hyungu simply wasn't Jungkook, Taehyung couldn't find the safety he felt under Jungkook's gaze, even if Hyungu's words were speaking reassurance.

He didn't know why, and he was not about to admit that aloud, but deep inside his heart, Taehyung was jealous of Hyungu and Jin. It felt stupid to even think about it, but this dumb wish was not leaving his mind no matter how hard he shook his head. Having a relationship revealed would lift the thick air they had to breathe to at least taste the life. Taehyung wasn't naive, he knew they couldn't change the density to feathery to walk high over everyone's heads where the horizon met the sky. Moving the kisses they shared to the sofa to forget about the movie playing on TV would be enough, or stuffing each other's cheeks with the takeout Jin brought tonight. But at the same time, Taehyung understood the reality.

When Jungkook confessed his feelings for him, he was so sure that this was it, the one thing he needed in his life. Now everything was a mess and Taehyung was slowly realising that being who he was, continued to be a burden.

“How are you doing it,” Taehyung brought his hand to his nose and wiped the snot with the back of his thumb, ‘knowing where to step.” He set his eyes on Hyungu, searching for evidence that it wasn’t impossible.

Hyungu pulled back, wrapping his fingers around Taehyung’s shoulders, he pushed him towards the glass door. Taehyung could feel the cold melting into droplets when it came into contact with his body's warmth.

The harsh wind started to show on the redness of their cheeks and their clothes felt fresh against their skin. While Taehyung’s hair was a mess following the path of air drift, the curls of Hyungu’s beard did not tremble even if the windows behind Taehyung’s back was rumbling.

Hyungu’s expression turned serious once more, and Taehyung noticed his eyes travelling upwards. The slick surface of the steel roof overhead cast a hazy reflection on his pupils.

“Do you remember when I told you,’ Hyungu slicked his lips, ‘I ran away from home because I realized I had feelings for a man?” With a heavy sigh they returned together to the empty coffee shop a week before last Christmas, Taehyung could almost smell the lingering scent of soju in the air as if the wind had brought it.

“Your teacher?” he mumbled awkwardly.

“Yes, him,’ Hyungu began, speaking slowly and carefully, ‘What I didn't tell you was that rumours were spreading about me back then. I don't even know how they started, but kids that age are surprisingly perceptive.” Hyungu looked down at his hands, they were pink, dry and shaking. Taehyung wanted to take them in his own.

“My teacher told me to study hard and go to Seoul,” he continued, his voice laced with pain as he spat out the name of the city they both now called home. “He said no one would care if I liked girls or boys there. I believed him, but he was wrong.” Hyungu shook his head and turned to look at the night sky behind them.

“I didn't make it to a university like he'd hoped. That first year was a struggle. But eventually, I got a job, my own place, a better job. And I made friends,” he took a deep breath and laughed bitterly. “But when they found out who I really was, they turned their backs on me.” Hyungu looked at Taehyung's hands slowly approaching him and hid his shaking fingers behind the waistband of his pants.

“My teacher's advice was to keep running until I found people who would accept me. But then I thought, why should I run? Why not just be honest from the start? Because in the end, it doesn't matter how close you think you are to someone - their love… it could be all fake, or they thought it was real. So I’ve stopped running. I’ve stopped thinking too much.”

Taehyung's mind struggled to hold onto each word as it slipped away too quickly, maybe even before its sound could shape into meaning in the air before it reached Taehyung's ears. He couldn't help but feel frustrated, unsure of what was Hyungu hinting at.

Taehyung and Hyungu stood side by side, their eyes shining in the light of the sleeping city. As they gazed at the Namsan Tower changing colours, Taehyung couldn't help but feel small and insignificant. The cold January night sent shivers down his spine as he thought about how easily they could blend into the bustling city.

When the steward's voice blared through the cabin, reminding them to fasten their seatbelts as turbulence shook the plane just before landing, trying to remain calm, Taehyung gazed out of the circular window at Seoul's iconic symbol. Its bright lights, flickering all day and night to guide those above the clouds, had promised him home.

The home was what Taehyung saw after he chased away the sleep from his eyes every morning, being home was what he felt before Hyungu cleared his throat again, “I remember freezing on the balcony maybe a year ago, after Sooki closed the door behind me and Kim Namjoon and said, “Please, talk.”

That night I met the man that someone whom I am in love with can’t stop talking about and after I finally left, I thought I wouldn’t see him again. But fate has funny ways of surprising us. Seeing Kim Namjoon in that office this morning… after a whole year, I realised that speaking hypothetically while freezing on a balcony, would not solve anything.”

Taehyung nervously glanced behind his shoulder, meeting the reason behind his feelings. Namjoon hyung was sprawled out on their sofa, his shins resting on the armrest while his hands propped up his head. His eyes were on Jin hyung whose lips were moving in words Taehyung couldn’t hear, but judging by the smiles forming on Jimin's and Hoseok hyung's faces, it must have been a funny story from his tipsy mind. It seemed Yoongi hyung had thrown away his cowardice after Hyungu disappeared onto the balcony and joined Jungkook, whose eyes were fixed on Taehyung as he licked clean the plastic containers, not minding the orange sauce above his upper lip. This was Taehyung's home, but unfortunately, he still felt too afraid.

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“Your hands are cold,” was the first thing Jungkook said to him after he joined him inside his empty room under his duvet and wrapped his arms over his waist. Taehyung’s hands were patting Jungkook’s tensed stomach over his black hoodie while his cheek found a comfortable place between the hard muscles of Jungkook’s back. The light from the tiny screen, raised in front of Jungkook’s nose, was too much for his swollen eyes.

Even if Taehyung couldn’t see the colourful images changing on Jungkook’s phone, the youthful woman's voice full of energy one needed if they wanted to entertain (and gain money) hinted to Taehyung what would be the reason behind the dark circles rising under the younger's eyes.

“Your Japanese is already good enough. You've memorized all your sentences,” Taehyung yawned the words into the soft warm material of Jungkook’s hoodie, tasting the wool between his teeth. “Although, I didn't know you were into journaling.” Without moving his head, he could picture the leather notebook gathering dust at the bottom of Jungkook's nightstand drawer since Christmas. Yoongi had suggested that writing could help boost Jungkook's creativity, but the boy preferred to keep his thoughts and ideas locked away in his phone behind a four-digit pin.

“It is easy to pronounce.” Taehyung could feel his head lifting as Jungkook shrugged, and slid down until the bones of his lower back didn’t stop him when he leaned forward. Jungkook’s nose was now nearly touching the screen while he squinted at the characters the lady from the video was pointing at. “Hyung, how do you say composing ?”

Taehyung was sure Jungkook could feel the hot air tickling the bared skin of his back, as he shivered, when Taehyung chuckled softly before answering, “ Sakkyoku. ” The lazy smile that lifted the corners of his mouth didn't feel forced despite the tension of his squashed cheek surrounding the bone, when a hollow sound of a nail tapping the screen twice until the, now familiar, voice of a young lady wasn't cutting through the comfortable silence again, putting stress on each syllable of an expression.

“See, I still have a lot to improve. I want to be the best for ARMY.”

In the buzz of voices trying to imitate each other while the relaxing melody of raindrops falling on the window, in the beforehand agreed on rhythm, was soothing the always there frustration on every language learning journey, Taehyung’s fingers, crushed between Jungkook’s hard stomach and even more muscly thighs, outstretched in order to ease the tingling sensation teasing his blood and oxygen deprived nerves. He furrowed his brows over the grating sound as his nail came into contact with the metallic teeth of the zipper, he could feel every lump trying to even where the nail was cut close to the pink flesh.

Taehyung didn’t know why he thought it was a good idea, maybe because Jungkook appeared unbothered, repeating the expressions he had no chance to remember over a few free nights, despite the obvious pressure against his crotch. He trapped the thin pull tab between the soft parts of his thumb and index finger and was rewarded by the smooth slide when the teeth of the zipper came apart, revealing the elastic material fitting tightly around Jungkook’s hips.

The hitching of Jungkook's breath was the sign Taehyung was waiting for. As if the stopping red of the traffic light changed to blue, skipping the warning yellow, he skillfully popped open the button holding the fabric of Jungkook's jeans together. Jungkook shifted in his arms but Taehyung's hands were too far in the exploring, brushing the heels of his palm and fingers along the fabric of the white underwear and up until the goosebumps didn't ripple across his arms when the sweat of hot skin acted like a grease, helping him to move even further. The dip of Jungkook's navel was throbbing in the middle of his palm. Without thinking, he bent his fingers and pressed down, pulling the pink marks along the path of his nails, tracing along the defined lines of Jungkook's abs.

It was as if someone pressed the button of the remote and turned off the rain, the frantic shallow inhales and exhales of Jungkook's breathing drowned out the sound of his own heart hitting his ribcage with force when his hand slid lower, fingers brushing over the waistband of Jungkook's boxer. Taehyung bit down on his lip, stifling a moan as if it was him tortured by the sweet burning touch. His fingers fell straight, sticking to damp skin and hiding under the elastic band. A breath full of surprise parted his lips when Jungkook's hips bucked into his touch, the muscles in his stomach contracting under Taehyung's forearm and Taehyung's hand wasn't even that low, he could barely feel the pubes growing messily around the base. Taehyung couldn't help but smile, feeling the rush of power that came with being able to make Jungkook feel so good.

Suddenly, Jungkook's hand pushed into the tight space between his torso and legs, he grabbed Taehyung's wrist and pulled it away from his body. Taehyung's eyes widened and his heart, sinking to the bottom of his belly while embarrassment crept up his throat, forgot how to beat.

“Hyung, please stop,’ Jungkook whispered urgently, his voice trembling with lack of air, ‘I am…” the hum was jumping over the sound waves while he tried to come up with a good excuse. Unknowingly, he left Taehyung with a sense of shame as if he had crossed a line. “I am trying to focus,” he muttered before releasing Taehyung's wrist and holding up his phone. The screen was now black, and Jungkook gestured for Taehyung to see.

“And I am trying to distract you,” Taehyung replied, his voice low and husky. He took a step back on his knees, swaying from side to side above the soft mattress, he waited until Jungkook didn't turn around to face him. With shoulders hunched forward, boring his fists next to the inner side of his knees, he sat on his heels, straitening his back. His face was mad red just as Taehyung could feel his own cheeks flushing and when he looked at him, his eyelids were heavy, falling over the glossy surface of his eyes before they closed in a long blink.

“I can't do this now,” he sighed finally, opening his eyes just enough to watch Taehyung's reaction changing from aroused to confused and upset as his bottom lip cast a shaking shadow over his chin.

Taehyung put his hands on the dip of his waist, narrowing his eyes. “Why not? It is you who always does it,” he emphasized, leaning in and nuzzling his nose into Jungkook's neck. He inhaled the sweet scent of his cologne. The heat was still radiating off of Jungkook's body and his eyes fluttered shut as Taehyung pressed a soft kiss to his neck, his lips trailing up to his earlobe, popping a clear bubble when his thirst gathered too much saliva inside his mouth. Taehyung's hand sneaked beneath Jungkook's hoodie, his palm coming to rest on the younger's chest. He could feel the rapid beat of Jungkook's heart, and he knew that he was just as turned on as he was, as if the hardness poking the primal reaction out of his system was not enough proof.

“Kookie,’ Taehyung's voice was thick with desire, ‘Please?”

Jungkook's body was as still as a rock, his eyes settled on something; probably the thick white pain spread over walls, over Taehyung's head, but his lips puckered when Taehyung's hot breath teased them. A whine moved by Taehyung's tongue once it got lost inside Jungkook's mouth, hitting the back of his teeth and pressing against something soft but muscly, something feverish but chilly when the air from his nose snuck between their kiss. The kiss was raw, far away from a peck they shared every morning, but only nearing the desperation Taehyung could feel down his body.

Jungkook's knuckles were rubbing up and down his spine, massaging the skin at the back of his neck or just above his butt between his fingers.

“Wah a'you so,’ Jungkook tried to say, but with Taehyung's teeth pulling at his bottom lip it was hard to form any words, ‘ horny ?”

Taehyung pulled away for a moment, leaving Jungkook to suck in the air. He coughed when the intense smell of arousal got into his airways, nearly choking on it.

“Just let me try,” Taehyung pleaded, staring, as if he forgot to care about his dignity, at the bulge pushing past the opened fly of Jungkook's jeans. He led his hand along the shape of Jungkook's body, lifting his palm until only his fingers weren't tracing what was hiding under the black hoodie.

“Tae,” Jungkook whispered, the butterflies in Taehyung's stomach fluttered over the nickname falling from the boy's lips so effortlessly, “I… are you sure?”

“Just…’ Taehyung shuddered, barely holding himself when the thick muscle of the younger's cock jumped, tapping against the fabric of his underwear, when the warmth of his hand touched it, ‘let me try.”

Seventy millilitres were pumped by each beat of Taehyung's heart. He felt full of blood when Jungkook finally released the bottom lip from the bite of his teeth and, followed by the curt nod, he whispered, “Okay.”

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He ignored the tired calls jumping from the walls leading to the corridor where the doors hiding their rooms were promising him the comfort of his bed. Pulling the blanket someone threw over his body when he was flying somewhere between the consciousness of reality and the bliss of the alcohol high, his eyes narrowed while he tried to remember whether he placed the mat in front of his room or not. He shrugged, kicking the slippers off his feet and his breath hitched when the cold of parquets penetrated the skin of his dancer's soles right to his sensitive nerves.

Watching how his arm shot into the air to push onto the handle without his brain noting the movement, made him giggle. He nearly tripped over the threshold when the light push was everything needed for the door to fall open. Holding onto the handle he let his body follow the motion, stumbling inside the room and celebrating when he spotted three beds pushed against the wall.

That was until his senses didn't catch the smell of something other than alcohol or sweat, something he already knew but just couldn't find in himself to recognise it. He followed his nose until his eyes fell onto two bodies tangled in each other's arms. His heart dropped and eyes widened while he watched how Taehyung's lips were exploring the inside of Jungkook's mouth with obvious hunger, without caring that somebody was watching them.

The rough moan and whimpers escaping Jungkook's lips; his voice deep with pleasure as Taehyung's arm was moving up and down along his hips expertly; filled up the room and what stayed unoccupied from his brain. It left him breathless. He was slow to slap a palm over his mouth, or maybe he missed it, as a sting woke up the receptors on his chin.

Their bodies, tangled in the sheets, moving against each other with hands roaming freely, stopped. As Taehyung's eyes fluttered shut and opened again, blinking away the arousal clouding his senses, with fingers still wrapped around the length of Jungkook's dick, he let out a shriek of his name. Jimin could feel himself becoming sober.

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thoughts-on-bangtan · 3 years

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being honest i dont get jm using a award to say he misses tannie... we don’t know 90% of their lives but they are very close to the point of still sleeping together sometimes. and going deep if they were really a couple jm woudnt miss taes dog right? and even as friends he could visit it. unless its because of their schedule right... this kind of comment sometimes confuses me and haters will use it as “they arent close” lol. i just wanted to know your pov.

Judging by Admin 2's reaction, as well as some others in our asks, I have a feeling I was the only one with a more realistic expectation, or lack of expectations, as I waited for the BTS profiles to be posted. Based on last year's, I knew expecting something grand out of Tae, and especially Jimin, would just be me setting myself up for failure, which is what I think happened here.

But, let's discuss it.

I spent a solid couple of hours making an excel table last night that contains everything every member said about every member (sourcing 3 translators for maximum insight) to see if really what Jimin chose for Tae is so "bad" that suddenly people are sending us asks like this one, and another one I'll add later down the line. And the conclusion I've come to is that...what he gave to Tae, as well as Hobi and Seokjin, as awards are the only ones that have any actual emotional/personal connection to them.

With Namjoon and JK Jimin basically states the obvious--Namjoon is tall and JK has gained muscle mass, meaning nothing new or with a proper emotional connection was stated; to Yoongi he made the same request many other members have made, so a work connection, nothing inherently personal.

Now, compared to that--Seokjin teases him/them, which isn't new info, so Jimin asked him to stop or do it less, a valid request which I'm sure he also voiced to Seokjin outside of this FESTA profile and also shows a degree of personal connection; Hobi gets requested to not walk away after asking Jimin a question, which again shows a personal connection and that it's a reoccurring thing; and lastly Tae with Tannie.

Something I've noticed is that some ARMY, who are used to our western celebrities and draw conclusions about idols based on those parameters, forget that BTS are busy, like whatever you consider busy, take that and multiply it by ten. During his vlive with Hobi and Yoongi back in April, Tae said that they are much busier and their lives far more hectic than any of us realize. Taking that into account, and the fact that one of the members (I think it might have been Seokjin) mentioned they work at least ten hours a day for 360 days a year with practice, MV and CF filming, photoshoots, interviews, recording and working on music, meetings, and many other things we have no idea about, do you really think Yeontan lives with Tae full time? A dog needs to get walked and fed but if Tae is out of the house every day for at least ten hours, what would happen to Tannie? He'd just sit around at home alone all day which just isn't fair, so I'm sure Tannie lives with Tae's parents much the same way Micky lives with Hobi's parents and/or his sister, JKs dog lives with his family, Holly lives with Yoongi’s brother, Moni with Namjoon's, and years ago Seokjin had to give his sugar gliders to his parents because he was too busy to take care of them.

Based on that of that, I'm not sure how often Tae get's to see Tannie. Probably not all that often, to be honest. So, if Tannie's owner doesn't get to see him often, I'd assume Jimin gets to see him even less (if we work on the assumption that Tannie lives with Tae's parents and thus Tae could only really see him when visiting them or when they visit him, that means Jimin wouldn't be able to see Tannie just like that either, since that would be like intruding on family time, right?). And we know Jimin loves Tannie, so him using that award to say he misses him and is asking about him shows care and an emotional connection to Tannie. Do I think Jimin also asks Tae privately about Tannie? Absolutely. And still, while Jimin didn't give Tae the, I don't know, "hot body Award" like Yoongi did with Namjoon or the "person I love most in the world award" (which we should know by now would never happen, and if you expected something of that intensity level, than I'm sorry but you've set yourself up for disappointment from the start), he still drew a personal and emotional connection between himself and Tae, as well as the pet Tae loves dearly.

More below the cut:

Jimin could’ve asked about the other pets of the members, but he didn’t, he only ever really talked about Tannie, and here he does it again, so doesn’t that show that he has a bond with him, a closer one than the other members since they don’t/didn’t ask about him (except for Hobi that one time on weverse)?

Speaking of Hobi, am I the only one who finds it interesting and cute that he only drew little hearts for Jimin and Tae when writing down their awards?

Also, we have to remember that these profiles are for us, fan content (remember when Jimin asked Tae last year to post more pictures of Tannie on weverse because ARMY miss seeing him, so what if this is drawing a connection/parallel to that?), and not meant as the members “confessing” something to each other that they otherwise wouldn’t or don’t have the chance to do so. It’s not meant to be all that serious and instead just be fun and nice for us to read, show us a bit of their dynamic and that’s it, no world shattering revelations to be found, from any of them. Or do you really think Yoongi doesn’t like Jimin just because he told Jimin he’s trying too hard to be funny? It’s just part of their dynamic. Or that none of the members have anything else to say to JK besides commenting on his body/appearance? As for vmin, I’d like to remind us of this moment from their Friends subunit interview for FESTA 2020:

Whatever Jimin and Tae want to say to each other, they don’t need FESTA to do it, or us to be there as witnesses. Like Tae didn’t already say enough by telling us that 95z is love. Or Jimin by writing Friends.

From anon: because of you I came back da Namjin. I am a senior army and 2 years ago I left Namjin because I thought they broke up. You made me three Vmin but after what JK wrote about Jimin and after Jm himself about his chances I think that vmin are not together or Jimin withdrew. I think Jk would not dare to write about Jm that he has cute fingers etc if vmin were a relationship. it goes too far and confuses Jk too much. I don't want to say that J / k*ok is real because it certainly isn't !!!!

Now this is where I just sit and sigh heavily because it’s exactly what I expected and I will admit it irks me to no end. Let’s establish a little timeline:

Based on the FESTA Mission! BTS 4 Cuts Teaser that was posted earlier we can deduce that at least part of FESTA was already being prepared back in the first half of March, since on March 12th Jimin, Namjoon and Seokjin had their salad making vlive. Let’s suppose that everything FESTA related was prepared and written out by the members around that time as well. Sometime later BTS filmed YOU QUIZ followed by LET’S BTS and BTSxGame Caterers and everything else we’ve seen after that.

Or going a little further back to sometime in November 2020 while they were preparing for MMA 2020 and the Black Swan performance. We got the practice video today and if you pay attention to Jimin and Tae even there you notice that while Tae is waiting for his turn in the choreography, Jimin runs past him after his part is done (0:55) and they pat each other or do a “high five” or something along those lines as a way to cheer each other on. A very “we’re broken up” or “I will break up with him soon” thing to do, right? Or in min-January when Tae posted seven pictures out of which three were of just Jimin after an ARMY on weverse asked if anyone had any nice pictures they could use as wallpaper for their phone. Between all that I’m having a hard time honestly finding any moment where either of them seemed sad or “cold” toward the other the way you would be and feel if the person you love pulled away from you or broke up with you.

If you are still unconvinced and still think that is what Jimin tried to communicate to us, would Tae really have gone on national TV and said he likes Jimin the most? And would Jimin have agreed that he likes him a lot as well? Or looking at the making video of their Kloud Beer CF that was posted today as well, would Jimin really be looking and interacting with Tae this way if he decided to end things between them?

Also, going back a little, your mention of Jimin reflecting upon opportunities/chances now that it’s a new year. My question is based on what you made the judgment that this comment has to be about vmin and not about something entirely different in Jimin’s life, or maybe something connected to BTS as a whole? Just because of him asking Tae about Tannie? Jimin, as well as Tae and the other members, have entire lives outside of just their bonds with each other, entire careers, passion projects, families, friend groups, and that little bit of time they have to themselves, so immediately thinking Jimin’s comment must be related to his relationship/bond with Tae basically makes it seem like Jimin’s life is a romcom or a TV show in which the only thing that matters is if the main character will date or remain in a relationship with character B or not, but life isn’t like that.

Personally it reminded me of something Tae said during their Bring the Soul documentary about how BTS had the opportunities to go higher faster but they decided against them. Perhaps Jimin’s comment was about something like this as well, especially since we know Jimin is a very private person and very selective of the personal things he shares with us and the ones he doesn’t.

For the FESTA profile JK decided to give Jimin the “Cute Award” with the explanation that his “Face, height, fingers are cute” which, honestly, is just saying something that a) is true and b) has been said in millions of ways by every member across the last couple of years. I don’t see what the issue here is? During one of the episodes of BTSxGame Caterers Seokjin said that Jimin is very cute and that he has a small, beautiful face, so really he even added the word beautiful in there, which JK did not, so what really is the issue here? The fact its JK, right, that’s where the issue lies, to which I ask why? On this blog we’ve already established that there is (in our opinion and based on everything we’ve seen and heard) no romantic connection between JK and Jimin (nor Tae), not now and not in the past either, so why is him saying that Jimin is cute (which he is known for even by people outside of ARMY, or like James Cordon calling him his cute baby mochi) is an issue but Seokjin or any other member is not? Either we use the same measurements for everyone or we don’t compare or make such assumptions about any of them.

What I find curious, because this does make it seem like you, anon, are someone influenced by J*k*ok shippers and their opinions, see an issue in JK saying that about Jimin, and how that’s “proof” that Jimin and Tae can’t possibly be together, and yet you took no issue to Namjoon basically saying he wants to give Tae an award because he is so handsome he is above every list or Yoongi comparing him to Michelangelo's David, both of these being much more superlative and grand complements/awards than JK saying Jimin’s face, height and fingers are cute.

It’s funny how things that Jimin and Tae have said about and to each other that make their bond very clear (I want to live with my lovely Taehyungie forever or here is my love for you while handing Tae a bunch of red heart balloons or 95z is love, a statement I’m sure he wouldn’t post if that sentiment weren’t mutual) are all questioned or ignored, but something as basically trivial as a comment about Jimin being cute is turned into a major issue. The mental gymnastics is fascinating.

Lastly, going back to the first anon and their mention of how haters will use Jimin’s Award for Tae as “proof” that they “aren’t close anymore”--why do we care? Like Namjoon said in the Mic Drop lyrics Haters gon’ hate. They will say a lot of things about a lot of things and even make things up if they feel like it to push their agenda, so really, regardless of what Jimin would’ve said, or not said, they would’ve found a way to twist it and make it fit their narrative. Besides, what haters think has no actual effect or bearing on what Tae and Jimin have with each other, and neither does what other shippers claim. Haters and other shippers don’t control the narrative, BTS do, and everything Jimin and Tae have shown us in 2021, as well as the last eight years, shows me that their bond has only ever grown stronger and closer and more beautiful and awe inspiring, even while haters claimed they stopped being friends years ago, so why should you or I care what they think?

Like Yoongi once said in one of his vlives about how haters can write all they want, he won’t read it while they will get sued.

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kookiesjoonies · 4 years

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risk it — jjk | four.

risk it | four: pretend.

a/n: i think it’s safe to say that yn, jk, and yoongi are all a mess, right? let me know your thoughts, loves! xo

↠ main pairing: tattoo artist!jungkook x salon owner!reader

↠ side ships: namjin, vmin (fwb), hoseok x makeup artist!oc

↠ word count: 2.7k

↠ warnings: some fluff if you squint LOL, angst so much angst, explicit language, jealousy, being drunk, light violence, spitting (but in a non sexual way lmao)

SERIES SUMMARY:

✧ a drunken text ends with you wrapped up in the arms of your ex-boyfriend. aka the man that you dumped two years prior, after he refused to marry you. suddenly, all of the feelings that you’d seemingly had buried come rushing back up to the surface, and you’re not sure how long you can ignore them.

Nearly ten minutes.

That’s how long you’d been arguing with Jungkook at the bottom of your stairs.

You were the world’s most stubborn person, and most (if not all) of your friends would agree with that statement. And you were even worse when you were drunk.

“For the thousandth time,” you slurred your words together as you spoke, leaning against your ex boyfriend’s side for support as you stood, “I can walk up the damn stairs by myself. You don’t have to carry me. I’m not a baby.”

He rolled his eyes at you— hard. If he had a dollar for every time you’d caused him to roll his eyes since you’d gotten into his car earlier, he was sure he’d be a millionaire by now.

“If you can stand up on your own without holding onto my arm, I’ll believe you.”

And now it was your turn to roll your eyes. Only, when you did, it made your vision fuzzier than it already was.

“Well if you’d stop spinning the room, maybe I fucking could.” You stuck your tongue out at him, and he dragged his free hand down his face.

“You know what—“ You were being whisked off of the ground before you could even register what was happening.

Jungkook had your body thrown over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes as he treaded up the stairs, and of course you were pounding your fists against his back like a child.

“Put me down!” You insisted, to which he decided to happily oblige once he’d successfully carried you into your bedroom at the end of the hallway.

“Absolutely.” He gently tossed you onto your queen sized bed, and you let out an overly dramatic huff as your back hit the mattress.

“Not what I meant.” You mumbled.

You laid back and rested an arm over your eyes after you’d closed them, but you still felt like you were moving in circles. Nausea quickly set in and you groaned, clutching your stomach with your other hand.

“Fuck you, this is all your fault.” You snapped at the man that was standing at the foot of your bed, staring at you with a look of both annoyance and concern.

“I’m sorry,” Jungkook’s voice was laced with sarcasm, “how is this my fault, exactly?”

“Because if you’d have just shown up tonight, I wouldn’t have tried to drink my feelings away,” you barked out a harsh laugh, a pitiful sound that made Jungkook’s heart drop to the pit of his stomach, “feelings that I shouldn’t even fucking have.”

He let out a low sigh. Of course he knew your feelings for him were still there, or maybe he at least secretly hoped that they would be. Because after all, his feelings for yours never seemed to go away. No matter how hard he tried to forget you and forget how much love he had for you, it never worked.

“Of course,” you scoffed, “just stand there all silent and brooding. It’s what you do best.”

The feeling of being giggly and buzzed was long gone, now you were just an insane amount of nauseous and wanted nothing more than to sleep this state of drunkenness off. You were sad, and you were fighting an internal battle.

The rational side of you kept screaming for you to tell Jungkook to leave, and you knew that he would without question. Which pissed you off to no end. As badly as you didn’t want to admit it, you wanted him to refuse to leave. You wanted him to fight to stay with you tonight. Hell, you just wanted him to fight for you.

So, instead of asking him to leave, you asked him a different question instead.

“Can you find me some clothes to sleep in? I can’t sleep in a mini dress, and if I stand up I’m going to fall, vomit, or both.”

“Yeah, shorts and a T-shirt okay?”

You nodded, finally feeling like you’d come back down to earth enough to remove your arm from your face and open up your eyes.

Jungkook made the short walk from your bed to your dresser, and you couldn’t help but to admire him as he did so.

He looked good— so good, and you fucking hated it. His hair was longer, just the way you’d always liked it. It was messy from sleep, which somehow made him even more attractive. He’d shown up at the club wearing a pair of grey sweatpants, a hoodie to match, and that damn leather jacket he’d had for years. And in typical Jungkook fashion, he’d worn combat boots to top it all off. He looked like a fucking dream. And maybe it was the alcohol— no, it was definitely the alcohol, you were sure of it, but you desperately wanted to jump his bones.

As he made his way back over to you, with your newfound sleep attire draped over his arm, a wave of boldness hit you. And you blurted out the question before you could stop yourself.

“So, you wanna fuck?”

You don’t know what you were expecting him to say, but you definitely weren’t expecting to hear the sad sounding sigh that made its way out of his mouth.

“You’re drunk.” He stated the obvious, and you crossed your arms over your chest as you sat up on your bed.

“So?”

“So,” he emphasized as he handed the clothes off to you, “I’m not fucking you while you’re drunk.”

You scoffed, “But I’m asking you to. It’s not like you’re taking advantage of me or anything.”

“You know me better than that. Now please, just get some sleep.”

Of course he wanted to. It’d been over two years since he’d last been inside of you, and if you were sober, his answer probably would have been much different. Sure, he’d had hookups, but none of them could compare to how you made him feel. Not even close.

“Whatever.” You rolled your eyes, sitting up on your knees to tug off your dress.

As you did, Jungkook turned around and faced away from you to give you your privacy.

And of course, you thought he was being ridiculous.

“Jungkook, you’ve seen me in my underwear before.”

“I know, but it’s different now.”

Your eyes narrowed at the back of his head as you tossed the dress onto the floor and replaced it with the old T-shirt.

“Wouldn’t have to be different if you weren’t so stupid.” You quietly mumbled, pulling the pair of plaid cotton shorts up your legs.

“Huh?” he prompted, “Couldn’t hear what you said.”

“Nothing,” you sighed, “are you going to hold me, or what?”

Before Jungkook could respond, your bedroom door was being swung open by a very heated Min Yoongi.

“Get the fuck out.” He spoke through gritted teeth as he took two steps closer to Jungkook, pointing toward the door with his index finger.

You watched the scene in front of you unfold as Jungkook, too, took two steps forward— the two of them starting to get dangerously close to one another.

“If Y/n wants me to leave, I will. But if she doesn’t, I’m not fucking going anywhere.”

Yoongi clenched his fist at his side, staring daggers through the taller man in front of him. He took one swift stride forward, resulting in the two of them being toe to toe.

“I swear to God, Jungkook. I’ll throw your ass out of this apartment if you don’t leave in the next sixty seconds. You’ve hurt her enough. I’ll be damned if you’re going to do it again!”

Jungkook was seething, you could tell by the way he was clenching his jaw. This was about to get ugly, and if you didn’t put a stop to it you were sure to be wiping blood off of the floor and picking up their teeth.

When you said you’d wanted him to fight for you, you didn’t mean it literally.

“Like I said on the phone, I’d like to see you fucking try you piece of shit!”

It took a lot to make Jungkook this angry. But somehow— for a reason unknown to you, Yoongi always seemed to push all of the right (wrong?) buttons to piss him off. All Jungkook could see was red, and he was ten seconds or less away from putting your best friend through a wall. You could tell by the way his knuckles were turning white as he formed his tattooed hands into fists. Yeah, it was definitely time for you to step in.

As you were scrambling off of your bed, still unbalanced from your alcohol induced high, you heard Yoongi spew out a string of insults— followed by a harsh spitting sound. When you looked up, you saw Jungkook wiping saliva off of his cheek with the back of his hand. And you knew it was too late.

“Jungkook, don’t do it!” You shouted, trying to get to him before he could make a move.

But you weren’t quick enough. Jungkook had his hands on Yoongi’s shoulders in an instant, shoving him backwards and slamming him into the wall so hard that you were sure there’d be a Yoongi shaped hole in it.

Jungkook balled his right hand up into a tight fist, ready to swing and forcefully connect it to Yoongi’s jaw. Fortunately, you stood in between them before he could do so, causing him to halt his actions abruptly.

“Don’t,” you pleaded, the current situation resulting in you slowly sobering up, “please.”

Your hands found their way onto the sides of his face, your thumbs grazing along the tops of his cheeks. To your surprise, he leaned into your touch and allowed himself to focus only on the way you were rubbing his skin. He hadn’t touched you, or been touched by you, in so long that he was going to take all he could get.

Yoongi stood up straight behind you, watching the way you seemed to handle Jungkook with such care. It broke his heart to know that you’d never be like that with him. Especially since he was one hundred percent certain he could treat you better than Jungkook (or anyone, for that matter) ever could. You deserved the world, and he wouldn’t hesitate to give it to you. Jungkook didn’t deserve you. He was the dumbest human alive for refusing to marry you. Whereas Yoongi— well, he’d marry you any time, any place, any day of the week without hesitation.

Maybe if he wasn’t such a chicken, he would’ve confessed his feelings to you by now. Or maybe he would’ve if he wasn’t already certain that his feelings wouldn’t be reciprocated.

“Do you want him to stay?” Yoongi questioned, despite knowing the answer.

As much as he loved you, he also respected you. And he also knew that you were an adult and free to make your own decisions, even if he thought they were the wrong ones. He couldn’t stop you from getting hurt again. But he’d be there to hold you while you cried afterwards, and to pick up your broken pieces if you needed him to.

“Yeah,” you nodded, looking back at your friend as you rolled your shoulders into a shrug, “I do.”

“You know where I’ll be if you need me.”

He shot Jungkook a death glare before glancing at you, and you felt like you could crumble and fall to the ground from the amount of disappointment you saw in his eyes.

“Yoongs, I—“ The loud slam of the wooden door cut you off, and your lower lip began to quiver. This was all too much, too fast. Alcohol, sleep deprivation, and emotions didn’t seem to mix well.

At the sight of your trembling lip, Jungkook brought his hand upward to run his thumb along it in an attempt to soothe you and provide you with some form of comfort.

“I’m sorry.” His voice was soft as he spoke, and you shot him a questioning look.

“For?”

“For a lot of things.” He admitted, and you simply gave him a nod.

“I know. Doesn’t change anything, though.”

He sighed, “I know.”

You grabbed hold of his hand with your own, taking just a few seconds to admire the way that your hand seemed to mold perfectly into his— like it was made for him to grasp. He let you lead him to your bed, kicking off his boots and stripping himself of his jacket before lying down beside you.

“I miss you.” Your voice was barely above a whisper, and you didn’t dare face him.

He closed his eyes, and you could hear him intake a deep breath.

“I’m right here.”

You squeezed your eyes shut tighter, willing the tears that were begging to overflow to stay back.

“Would it kill you to say that you miss me too?” Despite your efforts to hide your true feelings, your voice cracked and gave you away, “Unless you don’t miss me, then I guess that would make sense.”

“Look at me.” He ordered, but you shook your head.

“No.”

Jungkook rolled over onto his side, scooting closer to close the gap in between your bodies. You could feel the warmth from him beside you, and you could smell his signature warm, inviting cologne that never failed to put you in a trance.

“You think I don’t miss you?” The question was clearly rhetorical, seeing as how he continued to ramble on, “I miss you so bad that it hurts, it physically hurts. Every bone in my body aches from how badly I miss you.”

That’s all it took for the tears to finally spill over and onto your cheeks, and you didn’t even try to hide the fact that you were crying.

“Fuck,” he groaned, his own eyes welling up with water, “I didn’t mean to make you cry, that’s the last thing I wanted to do. Maybe I should just leave—“

“Go ahead!” You shouted, your tears coming out quicker and stronger now, “leaving is what you do best!”

“I didn’t leave you. You broke up with me.” He didn’t yell. In fact, he spoke calmly. It was rare for him to raise his voice at you, and you could count how many times he’d done so on only one hand. It didn’t matter how badly you seemed to piss him off, or how loud you got with him, he couldn’t bring himself to scream at you.

“What other fucking choice did I have, Jungkook?” You finally looked at him, and when you did his heart shattered at the pain he saw in your eyes.

“You deserve better than me. You deserve someone who can give you—“

“Everything that you can’t,” you finished his sentence for him with a bite to your voice, “yeah, I’ve heard that before.”

It was silent for what felt like an eternity. When in reality, it was only about five minutes. And it was Jungkook who finally broke the obvious tension in the air.

“Let me hold you.”

You didn’t say anything, only turned your back to him to allow him to spoon you from behind. His strong arm wrapped around your waist as he pulled your body against his chest, using his free hand to card his fingers through your long hair.

You melted into his touch, humming as he began to dig his fingernails into your scalp to massage it.

“Can we just… pretend that everything’s okay between us?” you asked, “For tonight, and then tomorrow we can go back to how it was.”

He pressed his lips to the back of your head and allowed them to linger there as he nodded, giving your waist a gentle squeeze.

“Yeah, bug. We can.”

Your heart swelled at the nickname, short for lovebug, that he’d given you so many years ago, and you cracked the saddest smile you’d ever mustered up in your life.

“Kook?” You allowed your arm to rest over his, and he took the lead in intertwining your fingers.

“Hmm?”

“Did you… cover up my name? The tattoo of it on your chest, I mean.”

“No,” he didn’t hesitate, “and I have no desire to. Do you regret letting me tattoo you?”

You shook your head, running your thumb along the back of his hand, “No.”

“You need to go to sleep.”

“I know,” your eyelids were already beginning to droop, “sing to me?”

“Of course.”

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bts-fic-collection · 3 years

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hey! happy holidays^^ do you have any yoonmin taekook and/or namjin cooking fics? something like “cleaning clam shells, raising children and falling in love” by softsocky. thank u so much <3

I do indeed ^_^

Eat Jin Holidays Special: How to improvise a New Year's Supper by c_phosphene

Rating: T

Pairings: Namjoon/Seokjin

Status: Complete

Word count: 13,421

Summary: Jin bit his fingers trying to convince himself this was a bad decision. He certainly couldn't. He couldn't be the weirdo that decides to cook alone in the middle of a party. A party where he knows no one.

The thing is, he is a little desperate. Being homesick and lonely in the New Year's Eve can make you do things you never thought you could. Add being hungry to that scenario and you might forget all your common sense and regard for other people's belongings and kitchen's supplies.

Let me help you in burning things up? by Kimseoksalsa

Rating: G

Pairings: Namjoon/Seokjin

Status: Complete

Word count: 9,729

Summary: When Seokjin accidentally burns his arm while making dinner, Namjoon realizes how harder the elder worked for their life to be easy. With Seokjin being injured Namjoon faces a few problems in their daily lives since he hardly did any household work. So he tries up to the level of his husband by learning to cook and help him. But unfortunately, the result of his tries are broken dishes and burnt pans.

Mise en place by adelagia

Rating: E

Pairings: Yoongi/Jimin

Status: Complete

Word count: 89,287

Summary: The Chef Challenge amateur cooking competition is supposed to be Jimin's ticket to culinary school, but he can't get there without winning over notoriously vicious judge Min Yoongi. Balancing the hectic schedule, tough weekly missions, and judges' critiques is challenging enough; just what is Jimin to do when he inexplicably finds himself falling in love at the same time?

#ask #namjin #yoonmin #namjoon #seokjin #yoongi #jimin #college au #smut #Rating: E #Rating: G #Rating: T

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houseforarmys · 4 years

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Woooh the moodboard is so fucking adorable :((( The balloons make me think of a surprise party! Let's say Hoseok just got his first job offer as a backdancer of a very famous singer and namjin surprise him with a party in which they end up confessing they actually both have feelings for him. At first he's super confused but in the end he realizes he actually loves them both back that way🥺

bbyyyy idk why i left yours for the last round i'm sorry!! but let's get into it, i'm gonna try my best to make it justice and so that you like it!!!🥺💜

pairing: namjinseok

genre: fluff

hoseok was never fond of surprises. for better or worse, they always scared him. like that one time jimin agreed on taking him to a special place to have fun that weekend, and it turned out to be an amusement park. or that one birthday party his parents made for him when he was eight and his mother invited that one girl that had every boy in class smiling. or that one party yoongi and taehyung did for him when he came out and hired a stripper. not good. at all.

so when namjoon called him telling him to come over sooner after having practiced the whole day, he was scared to say the least. sure, he was happy that he could manage to live life by being jungkook's back dancer, but no, thank you, the cake he had recieved from his friends had been enough and he wanted no more. parties included.

"surprise!" seokjin and namjoon yelled in unison, and hoseok laughed fakely. "oh c'mon, it's us, there won't be anything bad coming from us!" seokjin spoke and well, hoseok thought there'd be time to judge.

there was a second cake, and extra food that he was sure seokjin cooked himself. more balloons that could fit in his living room too and even one or two envelopped gifts. it drew a smile to his lips but still didn't lower his guard.

"we, wanted to talk to you too," namjoon said and something shifted in seokjin's expression, as if he hadn't expected those words so soon. "nothing bad. we hope,"

"you hope? you know what you wanna talk about," hoseok replied, laughing as he sat on the couch.

"but we don't know how you'll react," seokjin said. he sat by his side, and namjoon, on the other, took his hand. "god, you gotta do it," he sighed.

"we like you," namjoon said, as if it was the easiest thing to pronounce. "we've liked you for so long. we talked about it and decided that whatever your choice is, it's good. but it hurt us to keep it in like that for any longer,"

see? and this is another reason over why surprises suck.

with a though focused on himself and many more focused on not hurting any of them, he got up from the couch and turned to look at them.

"you both... like me? as in sexual interest and all that?"

"i mean, yeah, i'm attracted to men, hoseok. but it's not just me being sexually orientated to hoseok's and non hoseok's," seokjin replied. "there's also the namjoon's and the non namjoon's,"

"hyung," namjoon blushed and hoseok wanted to smile but he was uncomfortable and couldn't do it.

"but you wanna date me," he earned two nods. "both? and you two? what about you two?"

"well, we've tried. but... it never worked out that good," namjoon said. "we argue, a lot. and most times it feels incomplete,"

"maybe you're what we are missing," seokjin added. "and i don't mean that as in that we need you to love each other, it's just that we love you. and we love each other but it doesn't work just with us because it feels like something is missing and that is you, and we needed you to know so we can move on from this,"

"but, i don't know how that works,"

"do you feel happy with us? do you trust us more than friendship? only you can know how it works for you, hoseok,"

even with namjoon's words, he had no clue on what it meant. sure, he felt joy with them, and more trust than he ever felt with anyone else but was that all that it was? the thought of kissing them was never roaming his mind, even if his actions had always spoken louder than his inner thoughts.

"and if we try and it goes wrong?" he said.

"then we forget that happened. you talk about it to us if you want, if you can't seem to move on or if it still makes you uncomfortable or whatever, but we don't wanna lose you. we just wanna know if you love us back,"

"hyung, i don't know! i never saw you as anything else than what we were, but now... i'm confused. we can try, i'm fine with that. but i just hope it doesn't break all we have,"

"it won't, we'll fight to keep it, hobi," namjoon's words just made him nod and then again, he found himself, for once, confused over what to feel for that surprise party.

("surprise!!"

"oh god, not again," hoseok said, closing the door behind him.

"we adopted a dog,"

"wait, what?"

"triple marriage is not legal, so this dog shall be our wedding rings. hyung got us rings anyways, but you get it,"

"i'm dog-marrying two idiots. is the term dog-marrying correct or does it sound like i'm marrying the dog?"

"i'd say dog-adopting instead,"

"but then i'm leaving the marriage word out," hoseok said as he got kissed twice in each cheek, almost at the same time. "i can't even believe i'm getting married in any form. but yeah, i'm not against it,")

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ratatoongi · 3 years

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infidelity-jhs- nineteen

Series summary

↣you have finally got a job at a tattoo shop after months since your Ex Hoseok’s incident at Yoojun tats. You wanna get your life back on track after everything but the past always seems to get caught up in the present and even now when everything is going right everything seems to go wrong so easily.

↣Hopefully, you can forget Hoseok’s infidelity and move on with your life but even now you still think about what could have been.

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↝fic type: exes to lovers

↝main parings: jung hoseok x tattoo artists reader

↝side parings: jikook, namjin

↣genre: smau, bad boy hoseok, comedy-drama

↣warnings: cheating, lying, potty mouths ofc, jealously, mature themes.

↛status: ongoing

a/n: this ones a little bit spicy so get ready😉

@yoongistruth @diamonddia-mond @peachyjk97 @cecedrake2217

Hoseok’s chest rose up and down his lips were parted and his breathing was soft and gentle, you watched. You'd never really looked at him in that way, so close you could see the littlest details, but even then his face was so smooth that you knew it very well. You could stare at it all day, it was perfect, or at least you thought it was. Hobi was sleeping. He was in very deep sleep the night before and was quite tiring, there wasn't a doubt about that. You wanted him to wake up quickly so you could just talk to him and get it over with. This time you wouldn't choke up and not speak your mind. His body started to stir and he grumbled. You backed up a bit.

His dark brown eyes started to flutter open, he shielded them from the bright blinds in front of him. His eyes finally landed on yours. You sat there with a faint smirk which caught Hoseok off guard.

“What with the face?” Hoseok asked. He thought he had done something silly or something weird for you to be smirking like that, or worse there was something on his face. “I can't look at you anymore is that it.” You retorted back. He shook his head while sitting up and stretching his limbs. He turned his back around to crack it, you winced and your face cringed. He let out a chuckle.

“It's not that, I just want to know why you're smirking.” He said quietly, bringing his body closer, sitting criss-cross applesauce. “I was just thinking about last night.” His face now had a little smirk but he rested his head on your shoulder so you couldn't see it. He parted his lip and planted a gentle kiss on your smooth shoulder. “Which part?” He asked. You gasped and giggled at his words. He picked his head up from your shoulder to look at your face. It was his favorite part of you, he didn't know if that made him shallow or something like that but he just loved watching you, specifically your face.

“Can we talk please, I probably would have done it last night but there wasn't much talking last night all together.” You sported a cheeky smile while talking. “Oh, there was talking last night just it wasn’t appropriate for what I am assuming this conversation is going to be about.” You licked your lips. They went dry while inching closer and closer to this talk. “Hoseok I wanna be your girlfriend again.” Hobi’s smile widened.

“But I want you to understand that it's gonna take me a little while to put my trust in you when it comes to certain things.” Hoseok continued to smile and nod. His excitement was too bright and clouded his other thoughts. “I know last time I didn't tell you how I felt and I choked up and I'm sorry, I can get jealous and possessive but I want to work things out and get better with you.” He leaned in really close and kissed your cheek, then your forehead, then your other cheek, your nose, your eyelid, then your lips. He wanted to savor this kiss forever as long as the two of you were together.

He backed away from your face and stared at you. “I missed you.” Hoseok blurted out. “And I’m sorry for thinking that any other girl could make me feel the way you make me feel.” Your eye twitched. He was so so cheesy right now, but then again you didn't mind. “If it takes a trillion years for us to go back to how we used to be then I'll wait.” That's not what you really had in mind so you shook your head no. “I don't want to go back to how we used to be. I want to start a whole new chapter with you.” Hobi tilted his head in confusion so you explained to him what you were saying. “You said you changed since our break up and so have I, as people were different, we have different interests, different styles, different friends so I want a new start as if we never even met each other before.”

You frowned. Sometimes you could be distant and cold but you didn't know that hobi felt that way. “But that's what I fell in love with, you don't need me and I obsess over that cause even if you could have had a better life, relationship whatever without me you're still here with me.” You hid your face in your hands as tears welled up in your eyes. Your shoulders shook and your body had a mind of its own when it leaned into Hobi’s. He wrapped his arms around you, his hands rubbed soothing patterns on your back trying to slow the emotions that overwhelmed you.

Your breathing slowed and Hoseok knew that so he let you go and straightened up. You rubbed your eyes with the bottom left of your hand.

“I love you.” The words left your mouth faster than you could register them. Hoseok did not gasp or his eyes didn't widen. He just got in front of you on the bed. He pulled your ankles down so that your body jolted down and was laying down. He nudged your thighs apart with his head. You slowly parted your thighs. His lips started to slowly work their way from your thighs to your tummy, to your neck, and then your lips.

“You want to know what I love about you.” You nodded with your eyes closed. “I love these lips and how they look and how they feel, what they do with me.” Your mind could think of a couple of things that your lips could do with Hobi. His head leaned against your neck inhaling and licking a long stripe of your earlobe. “This neck is so beautiful especially when it's decorated with tattoos and necklaces and hickeys.” Your smile widened. His head was even farther. “Your chest is always so warm and I love love laying my head on it.” You’re so clouded with lust you don't know what to do with yourself.

“This tummy is perfect no matter how insecure you are, it's perfect.” He knows every part of you inside and out. “These thighs oh these thighs, I think of these thighs at least once a day so soft and so easy to litter with marks.” Your thighs clenched around his head when he got to his favorite part. “And this.” Both of your bodies were bare from the bottom down. He flicked and licked your clit. “This is my favorite, from the taste to the feeling it gives me better than any alcoholic drink can give me, nothing and I mean nothing compares to this sweet cunt.”

You could feel more tears in your eyes from the intensity of his tongue. Your fingers gripped the sheets and arched your back. The sounds you let out were so salacious and you bit your lip so hard you thought you would draw blood but the noises were still too loud for your own home so Hobi took his free hand and stuck a finger in your mouth. Hobi guesses that you could do a couple of things with your mouth. The feelings of intensity grew stronger and stronger. There was a knot in your tummy that only grew tighter as Hoseok continued. Your hands moved from the bedsheets to Hobi’s hair. Hobi knew when you were close he could tell by the way your body started to react.

You cried out Hoseok's name one more time and one final time for now. His head looked up from between your legs and moved closer to your face, leaving kisses all over your body on the way up. He left a big one on your swollen lips.

“I love you too Y/n.”

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cagemph · 4 years

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Bts Would You Rather 3!

Here is another one, since I kind of like doing these for people. And I of course love to see what peoples choices are and they could let their own followers choose which option they would like to ask for! Anyways please do repost this and reshare this and tell me which you would choose out of each one! Happy choosing!!

Be Taehyungs girlfriend but you can't tell anyone or hangout in public or be Jungkooks girlfriend but the whole world knows?

Accidentally expose Hoseoks nudes or accidents send a nude to Jimin?

Have kids with Yoongi but they are someone else's or marry Hoseok but never have kids?

Get stuck in a room with sleepy Yoongi or be stuck in a elevator with sweaty Namjoon?

Be with Jin but the rest of the members don't like you or Jungkook is in love with you but you don't love him back?

Be enemies with Jungkook or be enemies with Taehyung?

Be in a relationship with Jimin but never see you family again or never see or Bts ever again?

Fight with Jimin all the time while your dating or date Yoongi but he rarely comes home and rarely calls/texts you?

Risk your life to save Namjoon or Hoseok risk his life to save you?

Go to jail for stalking Jin or Hoseok dump you for another girl?

Meet Hoseok on the streets but he is rude or see Taehyung on the streets only for a split second?

Marry Jungkook but he doesn't love you or marry Taehyung but you don't love him?

Have Bts disband and never make music again or forget Bts forever?

Coffee date with Hoseok or ice cream date with Taehyung?

Selca with Namjin or selca with Jikook?

Sleepover with Jin or day at home with Namjoon?

Be Jimins boyfriend but only call/FaceTime each other due to quaratine or have Jungkook as your boyfriend but you live in the same house and you have the virus?

Be Jimins best friend or be Yoongis little sister?

Video call with Jungkook once everyday for a week or spend a whole day with Hoseok?

Carnival with Namjoon or beach day with Taehyung?

Have Jin pick you up from school or have Jungkook go with you as your prom date?

Kiss Namjoon but never see or kiss him again or go on a date with Yoongi but never see him again?

Horseback riding with Taehyung or Bicycle riding with Jungkook?

Jin sing for you or be feed by Jimin?

Movies with Sope or walk around town with Jinmin?

Date night with Yoongi once a week or movie night with Hoseok once a week?

Watch the sunrise with Jimin or watch the sunset with Taehyung?

Get coffee from Jin or get flowers from Jimin?

Selfies with Taehyung or get a video message from Hoseok?

Cuddle with Taehyung or eat junk food with Jin?

Be in a photoshoot with Hoseok or with Yoongi?

Come home late to a upset Yoongi or come home late to a angry Jimin?

Do a cute photoshoot with Namjoon or do a Gucci photoshoot with Taehyung?

Start a food fight with Yoongi or start a food eating competition with Jin?

Kiss Yoongis forehead or kiss one of Namjoons dimples?

Have Hoseok as your dance teacher or you be Jungkooks english teacher?

You offer any food Yoongi likes to him or Jimin offers you a Chimmy plushie?

Be part of Jungkooks family or be one of Hoseoks best friends?

Watch anime with Jimin or read comic books with Taehyung?

Take a walk in the park with Taekook or have a slumber party with Yoonmin?

Get a romantic statement from Hoseok or have Namjoon make a romantic song about you?

Have a pool party with Jimin or have a beach party with Taehyung?

Be best friends with Jin or be a cousin to Yoongi?

Get a chance to meet Jungkook at a restaurant or get a chance to meet Jin on the streets?

Take Hoseok home to meet your parents or have Yoongi take you home to meet his parents?

Get lifetime passes to every Bts fansign or hangout with all the members backstage only for 3 hours?

Have Jungkook as your PE teacher or have Namjoon as your math teacher?

Have Jin as your supportive best friend or have Jimin as your teasing bestie?

Give Taehyung a back hug or let Jimin give you a back hug?

Comfort Jimin due to people controlling his life or Hoseok comfort you due to you having stress?

Get tickled by Jin or poke Yoongis cheeks?

Spend 3 days with the rap line or spend 3 days with the vocal line?

Live with Jimin for one month or live with the rest of the members other than your bias?

Go camping with Taehyung or go to the beach with Yoongi?

Have Hoseok buy you cute gifts or have Jin buy you food at any fancy restaurant?

See fireworks with Taehyung or take a walk on the beach with Jimin?

Wear one of Jungkooks sweaters or wear one of Taehyungs necklaces?

Get a chance to talk to Hoseok or get a chance to dance with Jungkook?

Spend a day with YoonJin or spend a day with Jihope?

Take a photo of Taehyung or Jungkook take a photo of you?

Go to a amusement park with Jin or go to a art museum with Namjoon?

Share a hotel room with a random member (by rock paper scissors) or share a hotel room with all of the members?

Be able to attend every single music video shooting as their best friend or go to every single event with them but your bias is your boyfriend?

Make Yoongi cry or make Hoseok mad?

Wear one of Jimins rings or wear one of Jungkooke hoodies?

Model with Jin or be a actor/actress with Taehyung?

Wear Jimins clothes in public or let Namjoon steal one of your clothes?

French kiss with Namjoon or get a peck on the lips from Taehyung?

You scare Jungkook or Jimin scare you?

Watch kdrama with Namjoon or watch anime with Taehyung?

Get your blood drained from Vampire Namjoon or get killed by physcopath Yoongi?

Have Jimin wink at you and wave to you or have Jungkook hold your hand?

Give candy to kids with the maknae line or go trick or treating with the hyung line?

Have a horror movie marathon with the vocal line or go to a halloween party with the rap line?

Get flowers from Namjoon or get homemade food made by Jin?

Hug your bias or hug your bias wrecker?

Be trapped in a cabin with all the members, all of the members are possessed except you and your bias or be trapped with bts for one night and your bias is possessed by a demon?

Save your bias or save the rest of the members except your bias?

Explore a abandoned building at night with Hoseok or go through a haunted house with Jimin?

Steal candy from Jungkook or Jimin steal candy from you?

Again, please do reshare this as much as you can! I would really love to see your reaponses on this! Thank you and I love you all so much! I hope you enjoy it as well and happy choosing! 💜

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j-hoseok94 · 4 years

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Book: House of Cards

Author: ReyRey

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TEN

We arrived at a very nice house it wasn't big like Jimin's house but it was a pretty decent size. It was a light grey on the outside with a nice white door. The house was two stories and had a little balcony coming out from the second floor. White pillars guarded the entryway and was honestly very pretty with the way the plants were wrapped around them.

He unlocks the front door and i stop in the entryway. He turns and looks at me, "C'mon, my dad is always out of town so i'm always home alone." He grabbed my hand and dragged me inside. It smelled like clean linen with a hint of lavender. The entryway was decorated with little picture frames of baby Yoongi.

I stopped at one picture in particular, it was a picture of Yoongi holding what looked like a Nintendo 64 cartridge. His yellow and black 101 Dalmatian shirt made him look so adorable. He was so cute when he was a baby and seeing him as he is now was mind blowing. He still had his hair in his eyes just like in the picture and it made me smile. 'Guess not everything is different.'

Baby Yoongi :)

He slid his arms around me his lips on my neck. He was holding me close to his body i could feel his belt pushing into my lower back. Of course thinking about his belt made me think of other things and i started blushing.

"What are you thinking about?" I rocked back and forth trying to think if i should lie or just be honest.

"Hmm well at first i was thinking of how adorable you were as a kid..." He kissed my neck and started letting his tongue tease me.

I couldn't continue my sentence at all, "Mmm am i not adorable now?" i smiled at his question mostly because he didn't even let me finish in the first place.

"You're super adorable now hehe you didn't let me finish." I turned around in his arms thinking that would get him to stop his assault on my poor neck. I looked into his eyes and caressed his cheek. He was so handsome and all i kept thinking was how i was terrified he'd leave.

What if he only wants sex? The thought crossed my mind and for a moment i got sad. I wasn't against it really but i wanted more of him. Not just physical i wanted his attention and his love.

I was waiting to hear him ask me out but the time never came. My eyes were searching his for something, anything. He leaned in and i let him kiss me, it wasn't a hot kiss or anything like that it was actually sweet, loving, and gentle.

Did i want to be just sex? I mean fuck it was damn amazing and i was starting to crave him even though we only had one morning together. He knew just how to get me and how to please me. No one has ever done that.. well all my past "flings" were really bad like extremely bad. Still though did i want to be just sex for him? I contemplated as he kissed me, moving his hands lower.

I pushed him off of me, "Am i just sex to you?" i blurted before i could even stop myself. He looked down at me and he looked absolutely lost. He opened his mouth to talk. "Is that why you said you liked me, so you could get me in bed?" I couldn't stop myself it was like word vomit.

"I-I.." i brushed past him and headed out the door. He didn't follow. I didn't care that i had to walk a few block to catch the bus i didn't wanna be just sex to someone that i wanted more with.

-Yoongi-

It had been a few days since i saw Rose, she had been avoiding so much that she would even miss class. I had to finish our project alone. It turned out alright though since she didn't wanna deal with my "Stubbornness" as she called it. The other day at my house was difficult for me. I wanted to tell her it wasn't like that but she would want more. She would want me to ask her out and i don't know if i could do that.

It was after school and i leaned against my car waiting for Namjoon and Jin. They were always late to meet up and i would normally leave anyone else behind but it's NamJin i couldn't do that to them. I was scrolling through my feed on Instagram when i noticed something interesting. There was a photo that if you didn't look closely looked innocent. It was one of Jungkook's room from the perspective of his bed. If you look closer, which i did, and sitting on the floor next to the door of his room was a very small black and gold backpack.

I only knew one person that had a backpack like that. My heart dropped at the thought of Rose being anywhere near Jungkook. Why would she be near him after last week? After what he did to her. My fist clenched at the reminder of how fucked up he had been and how i didn't even recognize him. My own best friend, i still can't believe. My fist was turning white as my grip continued to tighten.

"Yoongi!" I flipped around to see the happy couple walking towards me.

"Hey guys. What took you so long?" They exchanged looks and Jin blushed.

"Well..Haha.. Namjoon decided to surprise me with an anniversary present soo.."

"Stop. i'm good, i don't need to know." I held my hand up to Jin, interrupting him mid sentence. I loved them and i'm happy for them but i didn't need the details. They were adorable together and they only brought out the best in each other.

We drove off to Jin's house as i tried so fucking hard to forget what i saw on Instagram. A part of me thought i was overreacting and the other side had a damn feeling that it was exactly what i thought it was.

"Fuck you Kookie. I swear if you hurt her, I'll kill you." I muttered under my breath. Anger rising up in my chest and violent thoughts in my mind.

#bts #bts fanfic #bts smut #houseofcardsbook #wattpad #smuttyfanfic #smutty #bts fluff #army

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mitsuya-takashi · 4 years

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“Sick Day”-Yoonmin

Basically, I made a Yoonmin one shot with like, side Taekook and Namjin with a little mention of Hoseok having a girlfriend??? This is my first one shot please no hate I’m doing this so I can get a little more inspo for my full book...

Ok anyways I’ll put it here:

YOONGI

Yoongi woke up sick. His throat was sore, his nose was stuffed, and he was extremely cold. He wished he had someone to cuddle with but chose to set his longing aside and focus on getting better. He didn’t want to do it alone, though, so he sent a quick text to the group chat and went back to sleep, hoping someone, anyone, would be there when he woke up.

JIMIN

*Bzz bzz* Jimin heard his phone buzz and sleepily picked it up, planning on ignoring the new notification and going back to sleep. His plans were foiled, however, as the two maknaes, Taehyung and Jeongguk, rushed into his room. Jimin was startled awake by their outburst and quickly started jumping to conclusions. “What’s wrong?” he asked frantically. “Is everyone okay?”

“Yoongi-hyung’s sick!” breathed Taehyung.

“...What?”

“Yeah, and you have to take care of him!” Jeongguk excitedly finished his winded boyfriend’s sentence.

“I- wait, I- why me?” Jimin spluttered, flustered for seemingly no reason at all.

“Don’t you ever check the group chat?” asked an exasperated Taehyung.

“I do, but I was tired today so I was gonna check it later on.” As Jimin said this, he pulled out his phone, looking at the message he so easily ignored just moments before.

“I’m sick and dying, someone save me,” he read, internally sighing at Yoongi’s melodramatics. “Okay, what does this have to do with me?” Taehyung and Jeongguk exchanged glances, simultaneously rolling their eyes.

“You like him, don’t you?” inquired Jeongguk.

“Well, I mean- I mean, yeah, but… that’s...not…” Jimin trailed off, red in the face.

“So if you like him,” Taehyung spoke slowly, as if he were talking to a five-year-old, “What better time to tell him than when he’s sick and you’re his guardian angel helping him in his time of need?”

“What?? Tell him? Are you both out of your minds?” Jimin tried not to yell in shock.

“It’s not like he doesn’t feel the same way, dumbass. And even if you don’t tell him, you’re gonna have to take care of him anyway. Everyone else is busy.” responded Jeongguk.

“Busy with what?” Jimin asked in disbelief. There were seven of them, so everyone being busy during a break was a rare occurrence.

“Well, Jin-hyung’s trying to teach Namjoon-hyung how to cook,” Taehyung made a face, “Hobi-hyung’s out with his girlfriend, and Gguk and I have a full day of movies and cuddling ahead of us.” he finished, looking and Jeongguk with a loving expression. Jimin pouted, realizing he didn’t have much choice.

“Fine. I’ll do it, but I will not be telling him how I feel.”

“Have it your way then,” said Taehyung. “We’re still gonna be needing all the details when you’re done, though!”

“Yeah, yeah, okay.” Responded Jimin, ushering Taehyung and his boyfriend out of his room.

“Don’t forget!” called Jeongguk as the door closed. When he heard the twin footsteps fade, Jimin answered Yoongi’s text with an “On it! :)” and set off to his room.

YOONGI

“Hyung...hyung you gotta wake up…” Yoongi heard a familiar voice nearby. It sounded surreal, almost as if it was a part of his dream. He adjusted so he could continue sleeping but stopped when he felt a gentle hand softly shake his shoulder. “Come on, hyung. I can’t help you very much if you’re asleep.” came the voice. Yoongi stirred, opening his eyes to stare into the face of a work of art.

“Jimin…” he grinned sleepily, happy that it was him who came to the rescue and not anyone else.

Jimin’s eyes crinkled in a smile. “Good morning, sleepyhead. I’ve already asked Jin-hyung and Namjoon-hyung to make you some soup, and I’ve brought you some tea.” Yoongi slowly sat up, looking at Jimin gratefully before he realized what he heard.

“Wait… did you say Jin and... Namjoon?” He asked, looking confused and vaguely scared.

“Yeah...Jin-hyung’s trying to teach Namjoon-hyung how to cook, and he felt that this would be a good teaching experience.” Jimin answered, making air quotes around the words “teaching experience”.

“Well then.” Yoongi said with his eyebrows raised. “Anyway, thank you, Chim.”

Jimin turned pink at the nickname but seemed to quickly brush it off. “I’m gonna get the thermometer for you, so don’t go anywhere, okay?”

“I don’t think I could even if I wanted to.” Came Yoongi’s response, causing Jimin to giggle, a sound Yoongi wished he could hear constantly. “Is there anything else you want me to get for you?”

“Yeah, a few blankets would be nice.”

And maybe a hug… Yoongi kept that thought to himself for the time being.

“Okay, I’ll get all that then”

“Thanks, Jiminie.” Jimin again blushed at the nickname, turning away in what looked like embarrassment. Yoongi found that very endearing, something he now associated with Jimin a lot.

“Anything for you, Yoongi.”

JIMIN

After he had grabbed the thermometer and the blankets, Jimin decided to stop in the kitchen to see how the soup was coming along. He set his things nearby the door and walked in to see Jin pull away from Namjoon, ending what was likely a “shut up and let me teach you ‘cause you broke shit” kiss. Jimin pretended he didn’t see anything and instead asked, “Hey, how’s the soup going?”

Jin turned, startled, but was quickly able to recover. “It’s almost done, but we had to restart multiple times because someone,” he looked pointedly at Namjoon, “keeps adding in poorly cut vegetables that are too thick for anyone to eat.” Namjoon chuckled at this, wrapping his arm around Jin’s waist and pulling him closer.

“It’s okay, babe. If anyone can teach me, it’s you.” He directed his attention back to Jimin, saying, “So, how’s caring for Yoongi-hyung working out for you?”

“It’s been pretty easy, actually. He doesn’t ask for much and he barely complains.”

“Oh?” said a surprised Namjoon.

“Yeah, why?”

“He’s usually really difficult to take care of. I love him to death, but it gets tiring when he needs more of this or less of that and constant care. He can be a bit much sometimes. He must really like you.”

Jimin blushed, taken aback by Namjoon’s comment. “He doesn’t like me like that…” he mumbled, fidgeting with his hands in a dejected manner. When he said this, Jin looked him directly in his eyes and said,

“No, he’s right. Yoongi really likes you, and we all know you like him too. Don’t let him get away, Minnie. If you really like him, take your chance now.”

“But I don’t just like him, hyung. I...I love him. That’s why I’m scared...” Jimin whispered. He had never said that statement out loud, only in his head to himself.

“If you love him, Jimin, tell him that. If you don’t believe me, If you don’t believe Joonie, just look at the way he acts around you. He feels the same way, I swear it.”

“...Thanks, hyung. I can always count on you and Joon-hyung to tell me what I need to hear.”

“No problem, Chim. Now go get your man! The soup should be done in about ten minutes, so long as this one doesn’t do anything stupid.” responded Jin, disentangling himself from Namjoon’s grasp to usher Jimin toward the door. “We’ll bring it to you once it's done.”

As he made his way back to Yoongi’s, both Namjoon and Jin’s words echoed through his head.

The way he treats me? Okay then… He was so lost in his thoughts that he made it to Yoongi’s room in what seemed like the blink of an eye.

Well, here goes I guess…

YOONGI

Jimin was taking a long time and Yoongi was not having it. Now, this wasn’t something he would share with the other members, but he missed Jimin, and he had only been gone for about five minutes. He missed him so much that he decided to sit and pout until he came back. He pouted and drank the tea Jimin left, thinking about how he wished the other was there with him, how he wished to hold the slightly smaller male. Yoongi wasn’t typically vulnerable and soft, but he had accepted long ago that things were different with Jimin. His thoughts were interrupted soon enough, however, by the very subject of them. Yoongi brightened, looking up to see a dazed-looking Jimin standing in front of his door.

“What took you so long, Chim?” asked Yoong, a slight frown on his face.

Jimin gave him a warm smile. “Sorry, I was talking to the hyungs about your soup.” Yoongi nodded in understanding. “Anyway,” Jimin said hastily. “How have you been holding up without me?”

Yoongi blushed, remembering his longing for Jimin in the ten minutes he was gone. “Let's see… I’m still sick, so, you know, there’s that. It was worse ‘cause I missed you, Jiminie.”

Jimin laughed at his comment, saying, “Well, I have the thermometer and your blankets, so I’ll check your temperature first and then help you warm up.” Yoongi simply nodded as Jimin readied the thermometer, opening his mouth when directed to.

“101.3 degrees? Damn.” Yoongi snickered at Jimin’s reaction.

“I’ve been through worse, trust me.” he paused. “Can I have the blankets now?”

“Oh. Yeah. Is there anything else you need? I was thinking maybe a cool towel for your forehead to help get your fever down.”

“But Chiiiim,” Yoongi said, drawing out the “I”, “I don’t want you to leave me again.”

Jimin looked at Yoongi curiously, but just said, “Okay, then what do you need?”

Yoongi was about to answer, but he noticed the peculiar look on Jimin’s face. “What is it? Did I say something?”

“...What?”

“You’re making a face like you’re confused about something. What is it?”

“Oh, I...well… Well, why don’t the other members see you like this?” Jimin asked, not in an accusing manner, but simply one of confusion.

“Like what?” Yoongi asked, not understanding where Jimin was going with this.

“All… I don’t know, soft and vulnerable I guess?” Jimin finished, flustered.

Yoongi realized what Jimin was getting at. He knew he could either lie and play it off, or he could be risky and finally do what he’d wanted to do for the past year or so. Do I want to wait any longer? He asked himself. He glanced upward to see Jimin looking at him expectantly, and in that instant, he made his decision.

“I’m only like that to the people I love,” he said.

“But what about everyone else, hyung? You love them...so why is it only I get to see this side of you? I’m not complaining, but I’m just confused.”

“I do love them, Chim. They see me like this sometimes. But… it’s different with you. With you, it’s easy. I want you to see me like this. I want you to know that I’m not just a hot-headed, lazy asshole.”

“But you aren’t any of that, hyung,” Jimin said softly, sitting on the bed next to the other. “You’re amazing, you’re talented, you’re a hard worker, and you’re so much more. You mean so much to me. I don’t see how you could say those things about yourself.”

“Thank you, Jimin.” “For what? All I did was tell you the truth.”

“For being you. I…” Yoongi paused, wondering if now was the time to say what he wished he could say all the time. “I… I love you, Chim.”

Jimin smiled, not understanding what Yoongi was saying. “I love you too, hyung. We all do.” He said, gesturing with his hand to show that “we all” was referring to all the members.

“You’re not getting it, are you?” Yoongi chuckled, amused by Jimin’s confusion.

“I’m not getting what-? Oh.” He realized what Yoongi was getting at. “Wait...what?”

At this, Yoongi started getting nervous. He started rambling, not willing to back down, but still worried about the consequences. “Well, yeah, I mean, I wanted to tell you for a while, but I never knew when, and I didn’t know if you felt the same way, and I still don’t know, but I guess I-”

He was cut off by Jimin’s lips on his. They were soft, exactly how he imagined them to be. He fell even more in love with him through that kiss, loving how he tasted, how plush his lips felt, how warm he was. Breathlessly, Jimin pulled away.

“Whoa,” Yoongi said in a low voice, eyes still closed. He slowly opened them to see an apologetic looking Jimin in front of him. “What is it?” He asked, confused.

“I’m sorry, hyung. I should have asked first, but I couldn’t stop myself…” At this, Yoongi looked down, melting as he saw that Jimin was even more caring than he thought, which was saying a lot. He raised his head to look directly into Jimin’s eyes, saying--

*Knock knock* “Hey, Yoongi, your soup is ready. I hope I'm not dis...rupting… anything…” Jin trailed off as registered what he was seeing. “Were you two-? Did you just-? Jiminie! You listened to me! I’m so proud, I-” He cut himself off at a look from Jimin that could cut through steel. “Okay I guess I’ll just leave you two alone then…” he said quietly, setting the bowl down on the nightstand. He took one last proud look at the two boys in the room, turning to leave as he whispered, “Ooh, wait until I tell Joon!”

“So…” Yoongi started, turning back to Jimin awkwardly. “What did Jin mean when he said you listened to him?”

“I- well, we may have, uh- we may have, I don’t know, had a conversation in the kitchen? About, uh, you?” Jimin spluttered, not really knowing what to say.

Yoongi laughed at his embarrassment. “And what exactly did that conversation entail?”

“Well, see, that’s funny, because, I don’t want to tell you, so I’m not gonna.” said Jimin.

“Well, you don’t have to tell me, but could you do one thing?”

Jimin looked at him curiously. “Yeah, sure, what is it?”

“Could you be my boyfriend?”

JIMIN

“Well that depends. Could you kiss me again to help me make my decision?”

Jimin’s heart was pounding out of his chest. The beat was so loud he was afraid Yoongi could hear it. He played it cool, though, looking directly at the other with a smirk on his face.

“Glady.” Yoongi whispered, leaning in.

Wow. This is it. Jimin thought. This is how I’ll die.

He closed his eyes as he felt a light pressure on his lips. It was a soft kiss, one full of love and acceptance. Jimin could taste the recently consumed tea on Yoogi’s lips, but he could also taste the affection and longing he had been holding back for so long. He tilted his head, deepening the kiss and taking the lead, wrapping his arms around Yoongi’s waist to get as close to him as he possibly could. He had to pull away for oxygen, though, so he did so reluctantly, still letting his lips linger on the other’s.

“I’m so going to get sick if I kiss you anymore. I should wait until you’re better.” “Should I take that as a yes to you being my boyfriend?”

Jimin leaned in again, face mere centimeters from Yoongi’s. “Of course.”

end.

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borahaefics · 4 years

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we bloom until we ache

author: namjintellect (starlitsequins)

ship: namjin 💕

rating: teen and up

word count: 13k

summary: Listen.” Seokjin sucked in a breath. “I know that Jimin’s gonna grill the shit out of me if he finds out we dated-” his voice caught on the word- “so if you could just keep this on the downlow, that would be…”

“Yeah, I feel the same.” Namjoon rocked back and forth on his heels nervously. He was even more gorgeous than Namjoon had remembered. That wasn't fair. How was any of this fair?

Seokjin bit his lip. “I hope we can become friends again,” he said softly. “I’ve missed you.”

Namjoon pushed down all those words he wanted to say (Why did you break up with me? Why have you never contacted me? How can you just act so normal?), but he gave a sharp nod. “Me too,” he muttered, and if the words got stuck halfway in his throat, well, Seokjin didn't comment. - In the midst of fleeting glances, shared smiles, and five friends trying to set them up, Namjoon forgets he's supposed to be heartbroken.

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m4nuell4gh-blog · 5 years

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2:30am (Namjin)

warnings: Major Character Death

tags: Character Death, Angst, basically there are a lot of deaths lol, please don't read if you're uncomfortable with any of the tags, No Smut, Pure angst tbh, the others members are only mentioned, one of them has only like 1 line though, read it slowly

summary: Seokjin didn't go to school that day. Namjoon calls him, since he never skipped a single day of classes. He shouldn't have done that.

The one where Seokjin finds out he has a terminal disease, and Namjoon is there to try and make him happy until his last days.

notes: i wrote this like 3 years ago in Portuguese so this is a kinda ok translation and English isn't my native language so pls don't judge me lol

READ END NOTES!!!!

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There he was, wandering the streets late at night, heading to where he used to live when he was little. The walking was slow, he couldn't even hear the sounds of the city anymore. He didn't remember the last days, couldn't remember waking up at 5 in the morning everyday to go to work. He didn't pay attention to anything he had done.

It had been about two weeks, it was still a fresh memory. He couldn't believe it, he kept thinking it was a nightmare, but a nightmare he couldn't wake up from. He had walked for about two miles, face and neck dripping from the tears he recently had rolling down his cheeks, wetting his clothes and dropping on the ground. It was still a long road ahead, even though he was shaking and his hands freezing because of the cold. He loved the cold. Every time he felt it, it reminded him of the warm and cozy hugs his lover used to give him, and it made him smile.

He simply gave up. It was sad thinking that everyday from now on, it would be the same, over and over again. On his earphones, there was random music playing, on the loudest setting available. The probability of this resulting in health problems didn't even scare him anymore. He didn't care.

He stopped in front of a white colored building, that wasn't even that visible because of the bad lighting. He stood still, frozen, unable to reason for a few minutes. It was his home, back in the school days.

He used to live with his parents, and still remembered their routine, to this day. Oh, school... He missed waking up with a purpose, going out there to acquire knowledge. He loved learning. Having to pack everything before he left, his backpack weighting more and more as the year flew by. He got at school and was welcomed by his friends, not even thinking that one day, this would all be over.

What he didn't know is that he would be in this situation. Everything changed so drastically, in so little time. It seemed like everything would end soon - and he wouldn't be able to enjoy any of his final times. Every second matters, and Namjoon knew this now, better than anyone else.

He walked away from that street, heading directly to the city. But now, with a different destiny. After about twenty minutes, he sat on the grass, still wet from the afternoon rain, and kept looking around that place. The only light source was the moon, hence why he could only read what was well pronounced. Tears kept flowing by, now faster than ever, it was his first time coming back in two whole weeks. Even though he didn't want to, he remembered an episode that happened on that school patio. He wouldn't be able to forget that, ever.

It was one of the coldest mornings of 2014. The boy always went out feeling cold, his fingers cold, even though he was wearing two hoodies and a heavy jacket on top of them. The long period of time he spent in that place was always worth it. It was before class that he saw Seokjin, the one who, besides being two years older than him, never got old. The one who kept him safe when he got scared, warm when he got cold or even for no reason at all, always kept close. Jin was his home, and it seemed that, putting all limits aside, when they were together, was the only one that made everything turn infinite. To him, Jin was, and will always be, the only one. There was no other option besides loving him, and only him.

He never felt like it really was real. Until it was August 5th, and he left his house without feeling cold. He found it weird, but decided to ignore it. After a 15-minute walk, he got to school, and waited for Seokjin, but he wasn't there. Odd, he thought, since they always waited fot he bells to ring there, together. He waited for a few more minutes, hoping someone would come. He felt lonely. Nobody came.

The bell rang, He got to class and stayed there, until the last period ended. Before he got home, he checked the rest of the school to see if they were making a prank on him. They weren't.

He got back home, ran to his room and locked the door. His heart was beating abnormally fast, his breathing failing and then, decided to call Jin. After 5 missed calls, the phone stopped ringing, and he let out a sigh, waiting to hear a "hello" coming from the elder. He didn't hear anything.

"Hyung?"

"Namjoon..." - his voice was shaking, almost like a whisper.

"Hyung, where are you? Why didn't you come to school today?"

"I'm sorry, Namjoon..." as soon as he heard that, his heart skipped a beat - he could hear Seokjin crying on the other side of the line. "But I'm at the hospital, I was in a lot of pain early in the morning today, so I called the boys to keep me company, but my phone was out of service. I'm hospitalized, Namjoon-ah..."

Hearing that was the last thing he did before hanging up and rushing to the car, completely ignoring the fact that he still wasn't allowed to drive"

"Room 138"

These words were enough for him to sprint through the hospital, running over a few nurses, so he could finally open the door and see five people sitting around the bed, staring right back at him. Not even in his wildest dreams, he thought he'd have the image of Seokjin lying on a hospital bed, looking almost lifeless, skin as pale as the walls around him, connected to breathing machines.

The face of fear the youngest made mixed together with his want to cry. Tears already formed on the corners of his eyes. It was Jin who was laying there. His face, once happy and always smiling, now expressed purely the feeling of angst, in a way that was never seen before. He looked terrible. His eyes, that always smiled before his mouth, were now showing sadness. His full lips, that always had a smile on them, looked dry and chapped. Jin never let his feeling out loud. He only let the good and positive ones show through, so that he could make the others happy, lift up everyone's moods, and mask his own bad ones.

It could be any of them: Taehyung, Jeongguk, Yoongi and even Hoseok lying there, and Namjoon wouldn't ever feel as bad as he felt now. He cared too much.

"What... What happened?" He softly asked, frozen at the sight of his love on that bed, hearing one of the boys, probably Jimin, standing up and pulling him inside the room.

"I..." The elder started, already feeling his chest burn and the tears making their way down his face. "I'm sick, Namjoon-ah..." At each word he heard, Namjoon could feel his legs tremble, so much that it got to a point when he couldn't hold himself up any longer. "I have cancer."

Ever since that day, Jin fought at all times. Namjoon, each passing day, got worse and worse at hiding his own pain. His health framework got worse each and every second of the day. Everyone knew that it was coming to an end, even Seokjin himself. What they never knew is that it could happen this soon.

Time was never healing to the youngest. Because of it, he was never able to have his first kiss with the man he always wanted. He wasn't able to travel to his dream place with the one he loved. Nothing occurred the same way Namjoon planned out, it almost seemed that, each passing day, he was getting closer and closer to the end. To him, time went by too quickly, so slowly. Time was like a weapon, but automatic. You start the fire, wait a couple seconds and, soon after, the bullet flies through quickly. Depending on the gun, it damages a little, or ends up destroying it all. This time around, it wasn't the former.

Kim SeokJin, 12.04.1992-08.09.2016

It was then and there that, after everything that happened, the only thing he could do was smile. There was wind blowing on his hair, his body going back and forth, he could feel butterflies on his stomach. Jin really was the only one for Namjoon. He really, really was.

It was two days later, that the turn to read the name was the other ones'. Yoongi, Hoseok, Jimin, Taehyung, Jungkook. There they were, for the second time that same year. This time, there was a new name added beside their eldest hyung's.

Kim Namjoon, 09.12.1994-08.23.2016

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