HELLO! ive been reading a lot recently, so here's a few fics i want to submit anonymously <3
thejoth's: aching joints, if it's not said (will you still know), and hey stud
honeymi's i wouldn't know any better than you
drawingspaces' nostalgia corrosiva
porridgemilk's when autumn comes let just one bird sing
veausy's if you've bled (i'll bleed the same), compersion, nolo contendre
annangst's let me in (let me get closer)
geryoneis' soft sounds from another planet
bluevalo's the prosody of misconception
redpangur's: you're my blue, august slipped away, stay dark red
it feels insane that i get to rec all these without screaming and dying about each individual one for paragraphs and paragraphs
hellooo, thank you for the ask/recs! i'll add the links here :) i hope y'all enjoy!!! (some notes: i couldn't find bluevalo's the prosody of misconception t___t)
Aching Joints - thejoth (( 17/17 | E | 145,555 ))
No matter who you are, growing pains are inevitable. Taehyung and Jungkook learn this firsthand.
i wouldn't know (any better than you) - honeymi (( 1/1 | T | 19,423 ))
Taehyung stares into his cup of untouched camomile tea. “Can you… can you repeat like. All of that again?”
Jungkook sips his own tea nervously. “All of it?”
“Yeah.” Taehyung watches a few errant leaves drift around the bottom of his mug. “Or just like. That part about you being the personification for the concept of fate again?”
“Well, that’s not quite it,” Jungkook mutters. “It’s more like… I’m the human vessel for it. I help carry out Fate's tasks."
Taehyung looks up at Jungkook. “Right. Sorry. Go over the part about you being a human vessel for Fate again.”
[Or: Jungkook knits a lot, and Taehyung learns about the behind-the-scenes of human connection.]
nostalgia corrosiva - drawingspaces (( 1/1 | M | 26,500 ))
taehyung and jeongguk are very good at getting other people to talk to each other.
they’re not very good at the talking thing themselves.
or: the one in which they run an investigative podcast, don’t psychoanalyze anyone, and the scariest thing isn’t falling off the edge of a waterfall.
When Autumn Comes Let Just One Bird Sing - porridgemilk (( 8/11 | M | 67,002 ))
Somehow, despite sharing a childhood together, it’s been years since Jeongguk had even thought about Taehyung much at all. In all of his childhood photos, Taehyung was a permanent fixture, as if they couldn’t exist without each other. Joined at the hip, those two, their mothers would always say. Nothing in the world can get between them, huh?
Jeongguk thinks that perhaps their mothers and everyone in the town hadn’t accounted for the simple fact of time passing them all by.
--
Or,
Jeongguk is forced to come back to the town he spent most of his childhood in and finds that it's not the same place that he left behind. Neither is he. He's nothing he dreamed he would become when he first left this place.
if you've bled, i'll bleed the same - veausy (( 1/1 | T | 5,200 ))
All that blood in your mouth, he thinks, swiping a rusty smear of it off Jungkook's cheek, just next to his swollen, shiny mouth. The boy in his hold laughs, wild and crazed and feral. I wish it were mine.
nolo contendere - veausy (( 1/1 | M | 13,650 ))
The first thing Taehyung usually told the jury was that Jungkook Jeon doesn’t look like a cold-blooded murderer.
The second thing he usually told the jury was that there’s no particular way a murderer should look.
compersion - veausy (( 1/1 | T | 12,300 ))
“You can start off slow, with a few innocent kisses,” Yoongi pipes up, “but, you know, a true couple would show quite a bit of intimacy over the course of two weeks on a cozy winter holiday.” He swallows, then sneers at Jimin, who grins back. Taehyung’s hands curl into two fists, but he locks his elbows in and breathes deeply. “So maybe you two can spend some quality time getting to know each other before our flight.”
“What a splendid suggestion,” Taehyung drawls. “Want me to show you where to put it?”
Jeongguk, breaking out of his comfort zone of typical and total silence, smacks the edge of his phone against the table. “See, why are you like that? You already said yes, why do you need to be unbearable?”
let me in (let me get closer) - annangst (( 4/? | T | 46,196 ))
Taehyung and Jungkook are petty enemies. They're also roommates in college. Because of course they are.
or, alternatively: finally the unnecessarily domestic enemies to lovers story i was always destined to write
soft sounds from another planet - geryoneis (( 17/17 | E | 90,530 ))
There are props to a marriage. First, the person tracking the words. Second, the heart.
You're My Blue - redpangur (( 9/9 | E | 69,122 ))
His voice has this odd timbre, dark and a little low, and he’s good-naturedly ribbing Jimin with this bright, rectangular smile, strands of blue hair in his eyes, and suddenly Jungkook feels dizzy. He redirects his gaze to his bag, tries to remember what he was even pretending to search for.
Jungkook really isn’t looking for a crush. First of all because he tends to fall too hard, and he’s trying not to be that way anymore. And second of all because he needs to focus on this new program—to find his bearings, prove that he belongs. He doesn’t need any distractions. So this thing, where this guy he doesn’t know is ruffling Jimin’s hair and making Jungkook feel fluttery—it’s not ideal.
~~~
Grad school AU. Taehyung is a cagey history masters student, and Jungkook is a dance MFA with a big ole crush.
August Slipped Away - redpangur (( 18/18 | E | 88,411 ))
“I’m 25,” Jeongguk says readily, sucks another drip of ice cream off of his knuckles.
“Oh. I’m 28.”
It tracks, Jeongguk thinks, slots readily in with everything else he knows about him. “Wow. And your only job prospect is dishwasher?”
The bloom of Taehyung’s smile is slow. “I’m having a terrible time here on my fake honeymoon, by the way. Zero stars.”
“That’s a shame. Wouldn’t recommend it to other fake honeymooners?”
“Definitely not.”
~~~
Taehyung goes on a fake honeymoon!!! Jeongguk is just trying to get some work done.
Stay Dark Red - redpangur (( 3/3 | E | 83,067 ))
“Did you just watch Jungkook eat an entire pomegranate?”
Taehyung looks up, flummoxed. He tries to think of a suitable response. He lands on: “No.”
Jimin nods slowly, phone resting on his chest. “Alright.”
admin nj has rec'd nostalgia corrosiva as well! that's how you know it's gonna be good ;) - admin jh
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