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chongjojunsalsa · 7 years

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Ice Pops

Word Count: 3079 words

Pairing: Seokjin/Everyone (because i’m thirsty like that)

Summary:

sunshinehobi i don’t know about you guys but that ice pop made my boner pop

[ alternatively titled: Popsicles, because they have a different name for it everywhere I swear]

Note: also posted on ao3, but tumblr is irresistible. come find me or continue reading under the cut!

The tension surrounding the coffee table in the Bangtan dormitory is thick and heavy and not something everybody is willing to wake up at 2am for. An emergency meeting, Yoongi had called it, while frantically knocking on everybody’s door in the middle of the night, his face a shade paler than it already is.

So around the table they sit, muttering under their breath how this is fucking stupid, let me go back to sleep, groggy eyes directing expectant stares at Min Yoongi while he paces back and forth, trying to think of a way to put his thoughts into words without making it sound too blunt. Nobody in their sleep-deprived state seems to notice that Seokjin is not sitting in his usual seat, wedged in between Taehyung and Yoongi, except for Jimin, who raises his hand half-heartedly and mumbles, “Why are we conducting an emergency meeting without Jin hyung?”

At the slight mention of Seokjin, Yoongi freaks. He slaps a hand over Jimin’s mouth with unnecessary strength, wide eyes darting around maniacally, his voice urgent and frenzied as he hisses, “Shut up, he’ll hear you.” Jimin grunts in pain and shoves Yoongi away, eyebrows furrowed in irritation, it’s too early for Yoongi’s bullshit.

Namjoon flattens his lips into a thin line, he knows how Yoongi is when Seokjin stays elsewhere for the night. “Yoongi hyung, Jin hyung isn’t even here, he can’t possible hear you,” he points out and barely manages to avoid the hand coming for his mouth.

“Yah! This is really an emergency!” Yoongi slams his hand onto the table in frustration unexpectedly, startling an already dozing off Taehyung and causing him to tumble off the couch. He glares daggers at Yoongi as he seats himself back onto the couch, a hand cradling the elbow that he’d hit on the coffee table. All of a sudden, the members are alert, it’s rare to see their second eldest hyung this worked up. He wouldn’t act this way unless it were really an emergency. They exchange worried glances and comply immediately when he gestures for them to come closer.

Yoongi has them huddled towards the centre of the table and they wait, at the ready - they think - of whatever he has to say to them. He lowers his voice to a soft drawl, “Have you ever seen hyung eat an ice pop?” All at once, they scatter, profanities rolling off the tips of their tongues in a series of “fuck this, i’m out“s and ”what the fuck, hyung“s. Like Jimin had mentioned earlier, it’s too early for Yoongi’s bullshit. In fact, any time is too early for Yoongi’s bullshit.

“Hyung, you’re drunk, aren’t you?” Hoseok presses the back of his palm on Yoongi’s cheek, to which the latter slaps his hand away indignantly and scowls.

“I’m not drunk, you shits,” he snarls and blocks their way as they try to make their ways back to their respective rooms (read: attempt) with his small stature.

“Let us go and Jin hyung won’t hear a word about this,” Jeongguk finally speaks up, the first words he had spoken since they had gathered around the coffee table, a wry smile playing on his lips. Yoongi’s expression darkens considerably, but he concedes anyway, he won’t hear the end of it if his hyung were to corner him and question him about the emergency meeting he held at 2am in the morning, only to ask the members if they’d seen him eat an ice pop. Truly mortifying.

But Yoongi knows he can’t possible go to war all by himself again, it was already that difficult surviving the first time. He needs comrades, he needs a plan.

suga&spice created emergency meeting. suga&spice invited rapmoney to emergency meeting. suga&spice invited sunshinehobi to emergency meeting. suga&spice invited chimmers to emergency meeting. suga&spice invited taelien to emergency meeting. suga&spice invited seaguk to emergency meeting. suga&spice invited everythingnice to emergency meeting.

suga&spice oh fuck

suga&spice removed everythingnice from emergency meeting.

suga&spice ok hear me out u have to see him eat an ice pop

chimmers so that wasn’t a bad dream

sunshinehobi wtf hyung

taelien yoongi hyung rly wants us to watch jin hyung suck a popsicle off

chimmers ice pop*

sunshinehobi theyre the same thing dumbass

suga&spice how did u know

sunshinehobi that they’re the same thing??? i’m not a dumbass like jimin lol

chimmers bitch

suga&spice no as in that is literally how he eats an ice pop like hes eating d

sunshinehobi oh my god

chimmers youre kidding

taelien LOL R U SRS

seaguk that probably happened in your dream hyungie~~~

suga&spice i texted jin hyung and he said hed get ice cream w us shut up maknae

taelien ice cream or ice pops??

suga&spice hed get an ice pop either way

chimmers this better not be disappointing

sunshinehobi ive always wondered what jin hyung looked like eating d

chimmers ^

taelien ^

seaguk ^

suga&spice dont make me regret this wheres namjoon btw

seaguk still sleeping lol

suga&spice wake him up and meet me outside the dorm in five

“I don’t get what’s so interesting about Jin hyung choosing between Zesty Lime and Cherry Bomb,” Namjoon tells Yoongi blandly, to which he responds with a flick to his cheek - right in the dimple - and an annoyed but otherwise barely audible ‘sh’.

“Wait for it, you impatient fuck,” Yoongi grits his teeth at the other members’ fidgety restlessness. Seokjin was taking his time to choose a popsicle, completely oblivious to the fact that the other members had been hiding behind the shelf in the convenience store, in patient wait for him to just shove it down your throat already.

Shut up, Jimin.

After twenty seconds or so of flirting with the cashier, she blushingly tells him that he need not pay for it, to which he replies with a sly wink and a flying kiss. She looks like she’s about to faint, but immediately tends to the next customer as soon as he shoves a packet of cigarettes onto the counter. Yoongi rolls his eyes, but it’s better that she doesn’t witness what he knows is about to happen.

When Seokjin is done unwrapping the ice pop, the other members’ incessant pockets of whispers cease and they wait with bated breath for what Yoongi had been fearing for his life for - except Namjoon, the bastard doesn’t check his messages.

He first wraps his full lips around the tip of the Zesty Lime ice pop he had opted for, shuddering in unsullied delight as the refreshing iciness melts onto his tongue in a burst of flavour. With his lips still on the ice pop, his tongue pokes out from on top his bottom lip, first to collect any juice that has dissolved onto his bottom lip, then to curl around the popsicle and lick a stripe towards his lips before disappearing into his mouth again.

Fuck, Yoongi can already feel the wretched and all-knowing twitch in his jeans.

Without warning, Seokjin shoves the whole ice pop into his mouth, the whole fucking thing, his plump lips stretching around the end of the popsicle, red from effort and the frigid ice pop. Yoongi can’t possibly ignore the small choke erupting from the back of Seokjin’s throat or the tears bunched around the edges of his eyes, all the while allowing the ice pop to stay in its place. The last straw is when he hollows his cheeks.

Yoongi dares to chance a glance towards the other members. Namjoon has a trembling hand over his mouth, Hoseok’s jaw has gone completely slack, Jeongguk is muttering a long string of curse words under his breath, Jimin’s tongue is swirling on his bottom lip, and save the best for last, Taehyung’s face is a brilliant shade of red. Yoongi would laugh at them if it weren’t for the gradually taut feeling in his jeans, fuck, and he knows it isn’t even the worst part yet.

And as if Seokjin had read Yoongi’s mind, he moans around the popsicle in unadulterated pleasure, eyes lolling up for a split second before flitting back to maintain a loving gaze at the popsicle, painfully oblivious to the mortified stares the others were giving him (cashier included, whoops). When he decides that he’s done - thank God - he pulls the ice pop out of his mouth, the bright green of the popsicle reappearing at a sickeningly slow pace, and finally, finally coming out of his mouth with a slick ‘pop’ sound. (Yoongi vaguely remembers wondering if that’s why they called it an ice pop.) Everybody tries their best to ignore the glossy string of saliva connecting Seokjin’s mouth and the ice pop.

“What– what the fuck was that?” Jeongguk is the first one to speak up, his voice coming out as a squeak more than anything.

“That was way worse than any porn I’ve ever watched,” Namjoon has the cheek to say, and Hoseok hits his shoulder.

Yoongi smiles bitterly. “It’s already my second time witnessing this, and I still can’t get used to it.”

At this, Jimin chuckles and licks his lips. “Au contraire, Yoongi hyung, I think I could get used to this.”

“You’re disgusting.”

“I cannot believe you’ve been hiding the good stuff from us, hyung,” Hoseok mumbles, still recovering from the daze.

“Firstly, I’ve only seen it once before this. Secondly, who are the fucking idiots who ignored me when I was trying to tell them about this?” Yoongi sneers, face marked into a frown.

“You didn’t tell us he was going to deep-throat a-”

“Yah! What’s going on behind here? A secret cult meeting that I wasn’t invited to? I’m hurt,” Seokjin’s voice joins the conversation unexpectedly, his signature squeaky laugh bouncing off the shelves, and everybody startles. “Aren’t any of you going to get anything?”

Nobody knows how to respond for fear that he had been listening in on their conversation the whole time. To everybody’s relief, Taehyung breaks the silence.

“Ah,” Taehyung gestures towards a stream of juice flowing down Seokjin’s finger, onto his palm and down his arm. “Hyung, do you need a tissue for that?”

Seokjin responds in the form of a slight shake of his head before bending his head towards the trickle of juice down his right arm, and licking it, his tongue curling and flicking at every single last drop of juice. For some godforsaken reason however, nobody seems to be able to take their eyes of him, the way his tongue works up his arm (his arm, for God’s sake) in a way no person should ever be allowed to. Ever.

He pauses halfway, somewhere at his wrist, hooded eyes suddenly darting up at the rest of them, holding them in an accusatory stare, and Yoongi thinks it’s specifically directed at him. He gulps. Seokjin’s gaze doesn’t tear away from them until he’s done, and when he is, he simply beams at them and walks away, stuffing the ice pop down his throat once again.

“Do you think he knows?” Jeongguk croaks out, and everybody looks over at Yoongi apprehensively. And Yoongi doesn’t know how to respond to that.

Soon enough, everybody decides on an ice pop, Taehyung and Jeongguk opting for none - dietary reasons, they called it - and they make their way out of the convenience store, steely eyes too trained on Seokjin to notice a certain somebody sidling up next to Seokjin.

“Jin hyung, do you want to try my ice pop? Mine’s pink,” Jimin has an arm around Seokjin’s wide shoulders, his other arm outstretched towards the taller male in an attempt to feed him the Cherry Bomb. Seokjin gladly accepts any offers of free food he sees and allows his tongue to coil around the tip of the dark pink ice pop, humming in approval of Jimin’s choice. Jimin’s internal victory dance is short-lived as he is torn away from Seokjin’s side by a wild Taehyung.

“Hyung, I know you don’t like using tissues, but you’re making a mess,” comments Taehyung as he swipes his thumb on the corner of Seokjin’s lips, and bringing it to his mouth. Seokjin subconsciously flicks his tongue at the spot Taehyung’s thumb had been resting just moments ago, leaving Taehyung very flustered, who resorts to burying himself in Jin’s broad back to hide his pink cheeks. Yoongi would like to say that this was the end of the maknae line’s tactics, but it isn’t.

“Can I have a lick at your ice pop, hyung?” Jeongguk appears out of nowhere, and flashes a blinding smile at Seokjin. Yoongi lets out an audible gasp, the nerve of that brat, he knows how weak Seokjin is to the maknae, he’ll have to depend on the fact that Seokjin can be stingy with his food.

Seokjin chuckles at Jeongguk and ruffles his hair. “Only for my Jeongguk,” Seokjin coos and extends the arm holding the popsicle to Jeongguk, who responds more than happily by sticking it in his mouth and side-eyeing anybody who was throwing jealous glares at him. He smiles around the ice pop, but eventually moves away from it, a satisfied grin playing at his lips.

The elder hyungs can’t help but click their tongues at their dongsaengs, immature brats, Namjoon says. Except that he says it with the tone of voice that gives away the fact that he wants to be young enough and cute enough to get away with anything those “immature brats” just did, Yoongi duly notes.

Yoongi knows better than to brood over this, so he does the only thing he knows how to do in this sort of situation. He, in this opportune moment, decides that he is going play the roommate card, the card deemed the most despicable in the Bangtan dormitory, according to everybody but Yoongi.

But Seokjin beats him to it.

“Yoongi-chii, can I have a bite of yours?” Seokjin had somehow managed to shake off the three brats and sling his arm around Yoongi, a smile on his lips as he leans in to taste his ice pop, with absolutely no regard for Yoongi’s decision. Consent is important, kids.

“Yah, this hyung,” Yoongi bites back at him - albeit a little too affectionately - in the pretence of not enjoying all the attention the oldest hyung was spoon-feeding him. He loves it, he’s just had enough dignity to keep it in his pants so far, which reminds him of the boner residing in his jeans, which he has artfully hidden with a jacket tied around his waist.

Hearing Seokjin burst into his trademark laugh, Yoongi can’t help but smile.

chimmers changed his nickname to jinmin. jinmin changed the group name to jin’s tongue appreciation cult.

jinmin ah thats better

suga&spice changed the group name to he will call the cops on us. jinmin changed the group name to jinnie oppa fan club!!!!.

suga&spice fuck no only the nickname stays

suga&spice changed the group name to emergency meeting.

jinmin i like my nickname very much tqvm

jinmin updated the group picture.

suga&spice is that when did u take that wtf park jimin u creep

seaguk ah

seaguk changed his nickname to jinkook.

jinkook i dont mind it though???

taelien changed his username to taejin.

taejin neither does yoongi hyung but he isnt about to admit it

jinmin ;) no need to say thank you boys but i will fight you on the nickname thing

suga&spice that is a fucking picture of jin hyung eating the popsicle if he chances upon any of our phones were dead

jinkook i like living on the edge

suga&spice u are all horrible people i never should have let u sorry bastards know about this istfg

taejin esp park jimin u sneaky rat

jinmin jeongguk though????

jinkook ha

rapmoney since when did we have this group

suga&spice u were sleeping

jinkook arent you lucky we woke you up

taejin lol joonie hyung went back offline

jinkook lol

suga&spice uhh btw just asking but how do you change your nickname in a group

jinmin thought you’d never ask press the settings bar at the top right corner of the group chat the group chat ok if you do it elsewhere you’ll change your nickname in that chat there’s a button all the way at the bottom that says change nickname press it

suga&spice removed nickname function in emergency meeting.

taelien YOONGI HYUNG i h8 u

suga&spice wait i swear that was an accident uh wtv it was confusing anyways

sunshinehobi am i late to the party anyways i don’t know about you guys but that ice pop made my boner pop #shameonme

chimmers #shameonme

seaguk #shameonme

rapmoney #shameonme

taelien #shameonme

suga&spice oh look joonie’s back on and btw all of u are nasty ass bitches

seaguk really now

chimmers i think you should be the most ashamed

suga&spice #shameonme

sunshinehobi #shameonyou

chimmers #shameonyou

suga&spice STOP

taelien #shameonyou

It’s an hour to showtime and the members of Bangtan Sonyeondan are holed up in their dressing room, some of them drumming their fingers on the pristine white couches while staring at the wall on the opposite side of the room, some of them aggressively tapping on their phones, letting slip a curse word or two once in a while.

Seokjin, meanwhile, is thinking of what to do for his next Eat Jin, and he’s hungry to hear the members’ opinions on the idea he’s settled on.

“For my next episode of Eat Jin, I was thinking I could have something sweet to eat,” Seokjin muses out loud, tapping a finger on his chin. “A popsicle, maybe?”

At the mention of popsicle, all the members swivel their head around at him with wide eyes and parted lips and flushed cheeks. “No,” they respond, creepily in sync.

Seokjin’s head tips to one side, doe eyes wide with innocence, eyebrows arched up in confusion. “Why?”

“No reason,” Jeongguk replies hastily. Hoseok offers an unapologetic shrug.

Seokjin looks offended and while crossing his arms over his chest, huffs, “Then each of you is going to buy me a popsicle to make up for that.” His frown quickly melts into a toothy smile.

Taehyung is sent into a coughing fit, along with Namjoon. Jimin merely mirrors Seokjin’s expression.

And Yoongi doesn’t quite miss the way the edges of Seokjin’s lips quirk up into a knowing smirk.

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chongjojunsalsa · 7 years

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mon chérry

word count: 2694 words

pairing: seokjin/jimin (jinmin), seokjin/everyone (super mild, they’re just thirsty as fuck and exist through the group chat)

summary:

park jimin would no doubt consider himself to be the biggest fan of eatjin, but he doesn't have a fucking clue what to do when the rest of the world starts competing with him for that title.

or, seokjin leaves jimin tongue-tied.

note: best if you read on mobile or read it on ao3 and leave a cheeky kudos!

Park Jimin would no doubt consider himself to be the biggest fan of EatJin, even more so than the thousands of people that come online just to watch him shove spoonfuls of cheap ramyeon and packaged kimchi into his mouth, all the while spouting out the lamest (and in Jimin’s opinion, severely under-appreciated) uncle jokes. He wears this title proudly.

Park Jimin is also the regular guest.

And Park Jimin more often than not finds himself having a hard time doing both at the same time, trying to maintain a cool façade and a safe distance away from Seokjin while admiring his side profile. Most of the time, he manages, settling for a pat on his knee. Sometimes, he gives in to lowly temptation, throwing himself into Seokjin’s chest in a fit of laughter whenever he tells a joke. One time, just one, he kind of maybe overdid it a little, allowing his hand to slide from Seokjin’s chest down to a careful amount of centimetres away from his crotch just because Jeongguk was flush against Seokjin’s chest, giggling away, and he kind of maybe felt a little territorial. (He still doesn’t know if he regrets what he did.)

Mostly, Jimin’s an EatJin enthusiast because Seokjin only ever considers doing fanservice with a camera in the vicinity. Whether it’s unintentional or on purpose, Jimin takes it all.

Except that he doesn’t, because he doesn’t own the untouchable title that is the maknae.

Not that he ever acts like one, Jimin would think bitterly when Seokjin and Jeongguk play around, Jeongguk overpowering Seokjin in terms of sheer strength by wrestling him to the ground, their laughter mixing together like chimes in the wind. And yes, Jimin wants to be Seokjin’s favourite dongsaeng, that’s why he’s always his special guest on EatJin, seizing every opportunity he can get to get closer to his hyung, especially when Jeongguk steals all of Seokjin’s attention at any other given time. The same Jeongguk who tells him that trying to gain Seokjin’s favour by appearing on EatJin all the time is cheating. Taehyung absolutely agrees, Jimin absolutely doesn’t.

Fanservice, Jimin learnt, isn’t all about sliding your hand over your hyung’s crotch, it’s grazing your hand over his knuckles for a split second, only to crave contact immediately, it’s the gaze of adoration sent in his direction whenever he does something goofy and everybody else cringes. And while their fans do appreciate it when they act out lines from a makeshift script together, it’s the subtle moments that really sends their minds reeling.

Or that one time they almost kissed on a Gayo. That sent their minds reeling too.

Today, it’s fruits, and when Seokjin says fruits, he means one bowl of cherries and no bananas in sight. Remind Jimin to never get his hopes up with Seokjin.

(“It’s barey a mukbang if all you eat is a bowl of cherries,” Jimin had snorted, earning him a flick in the forehead.

Seokjin puffed his cheeks up in annoyance, crossing his arms over his chest and huffing, “It’s EatJin, not EatJimin, so I get to decide what I eat.

Jimin simply threw his hands up in defeat, an amused smile playing on his lips.)

It’s halfway throughout the liveshow, after six uncle jokes, that Seokjin finally succumbs to the need to satisfy his viewers’ (and Jimin’s, don’t forget Jimin) thirst.

He pops a cherry into his mouth, makes a guttural sound about how sweet this batch is when all of a sudden, his eyes light up like he’s found the cure for cancer and he turns to Jimin. “I almost forgot, I learnt a new special trick.”

“What is it, hyung?” Jimin’s eyes sparkle in anticipation.

Seokjin holds up one finger, giggling under his breath. “You’ll see, give me a moment.”

Jimin’s fingers drum on the glass table impatiently, in patient wait of whatever his hyung had prepared, a mischievous grin because he knows the others would kill to be in his position right now.

Seokjin stares into space for a while, as if focusing on something, and finally, finally turns towards Jimin, a satisfied grin and all, and Jimin prepares himself for something amazing, and underwhelming as it may seem, it’s more intense than anything Jimin could’ve imagined.

But then Seokjin pulls something out of his mouth and sets it in his hand, satisfied grin and all, and Jimin wouldn’t have noticed that that little thing was Seokjin’s party trick if he hadn’t been staring at Seokjin’s cherry-stained lips. Jimin’s smile almost falters.

It’s a cherry knot.

A fucking cherry knot, but that innocent little stalk sitting in the palm of Seokjin’s hand is the least innocent thing in the room right now, not counting Jimin.

“Hyung, do you know what this means?” Jimin asks, lips pressed into a thin line as he lunges for the phone, reading the comments frantically. Oh. The comment section is swarmed with comments, most of them Jimin can read, some of them he can’t, but he can more or less tell that they know exactly what a cherry knot means.

Seokjin senses the panic in Jimin’s voice, and immediately leans in worriedly, pressing the back of his hand “No, Jiminie, is anything wrong?”

Jimin looks up at Seokjin, holding his curious and worried stare for a few good seconds before replying, “It means you’re really good at kissing.”

At this, Seokjin bursts into his squeaky laughter, Pacific Ocean shoulders shaking, hand intuitively reaching over to Jimin’s knee for support, but not before smacking him in the shoulder. “Jimin-ah, you scared me! Of course I’m good at kissing!”

Seokjin blows a flying kiss to the camera.

[ you received a message from eatjin! ]

eatjin yoongi-yah did you watch my vlive~ (◕ᴗ◕✿)

suga&spice no

eatjin ｡ﾟ(ﾟ'Д'ﾟ)ﾟ｡ as expected from my yoongichii

suga&spice just kidding i watched it till the end hyung i even gave you hearts

eatjin ( ˘ ³˘)♡ as expected from my yoongichii~

[ you recieved a message from seaguk @ emergency meeting! ]

seaguk PARK JIMIN THATS CHEATING

chimmers it’s still hyung to you maknae

sunshinehobi it should be illegal to leave hyung with you

taelien I CAN’T BELIEVE YOU WOULD PLAY DIRTy

sunshinehobi how could you make him do that

taelien and oN NATIONAL TV

chimmers fucking drama queens he did it himself just admit yall jealous

seaguk BITCG

chimmers everyone: 0 jimin: 1

suga&spice yoongi: 100000

chimmers bitch pls i did an eatjin with him

suga&spice forwarded a message from eatjin: ( ˘ ³˘)♡.

seaguk YOURE KIDDING mE

taelien WHY DON’T I GET THIS TREATMENT

chimmers I WONT STAND FOR THIS HE GAVE ME A FLyING KISS IRL FIHGT ME

suga&spice FUCKING GLADLY SHRIMP

chimmers LIKE YOURE VERY TALL

sunshinehobi SHUT UP and can i just say yoongi hyung's a lucky bastard only because he's roommates w seokjinnie hyung

suga&spice we’re forever roommates hyung said so so yall dont stand a chance

chimmers wait a goddamn minute im his go-to for eatjin

suga&spice two words roommate privileges

seaguk THATS CHEATING

taelien I DON’T GET WHY JIN HYUNG WON’T INVITE ME ON EATJIn i’m tHE BIGGEST FAN OF EATJIN ANYWAy

sunshinehobi DONT START THIS KIM TAEHYUNG

chimmers SIT THE FUCK DOWN KIM TAEHYUNG

taelien on jin hyung’s lap

seaguk :)

sunshinehobi it was nice meeting u tae

taelien what lol

suga&spice looks like the maknae wants to reclaim his land

suga&spice FJCK HOW THE FYVK DID YUO GET HERE SO FAST

rapmoney wait what’d i miss??? i was sleeping, sorry taehyung’s incessant screaming woke me up it’s as if he’s being bloody murdered

To Jimin’s dismay, knowledge of Bangtan’s eldest member ability to tie a cherry knot spread like wildfire, the flames of the rumour licking at every corner of the internet, sparing nobody from the endless GIFs of Seokjin popping a cherry into his mouth and pulling a perfect little knot out, more often than not accompanied with a flustered Jimin’s reaction and a simple caption: ‘same, Jimin’.

Soon after, cherry knots became a trend, with idols trying and inherently failing to tie a cherry knot and ambitious fans following suit, to no avail unfortunately. And then all of a sudden, Seokjin of BTS was known for his cherry red lips and what had long dissolved into a simple ‘amazing kissing skills’.

Antis undoubtedly called Seokjin out for faking it, calling it a cheap trick, well, not that it mattered when #CherryJin had been trending as number 1 on Twitter the day they did the livestream, and Jimin is almost sure that Twitter had considered making him a little emoticon.

So how the hell did Jimin not see this coming?

“Why don’t you give us a taste of your amazing ability, Cherry Jin?” the show host – Jimin had already forgotten her name – exclaimed with an enigmatic grin, perfectly manicured fingernails tippity-tapping against the plastic cue cards clasped in her hands.

Jimin had been invited onto a mukbang with Seokjin, their ulterior motive of having the ever so famous Cherry Jin in their studio disguised as clasped hands and charming smiles and the fact that their chemistry on other shows surpass many others. Needless to say, Jimin was more than delighted to guest-star on another show with his hyung, even if he kind of felt like he was cheating on EatJin.

That day, they had guests from different idol groups come to make some sort of dessert with the theme cherry - of course - in mind. Seokjin and Jimin had won, much to their surprise, because Jimin was pretty sure that the group from EXO had done much better, but the producers probably thought it impolite to let the Cherry Jin lose at cherries.

“It’s nothing special!” Seokjin chuckles, ears tinged red with gratification, the shit-eating grin on his face saying otherwise.

“You’ll do it for the biggest fan of EatJin, right?” she giggles, placing a wretched hand on Seokjin’s godly shoulders, and Jimin grunts in displeasure, fighting the urge to stand up and remind them that this is a mukbang, not a talent show.

Seokjin grins smugly, turning his gaze towards the camera. “Anything for ARMY!"

The woman claps her hands like an overeager circus seal (Jimin is unapologetic), her smile plastic.

Somebody off-stage quickly passes Seokjin a bowl of a-little-too-red cherries, and Seokjin offers a polite nod.

Who cares about Seokjin's cherry knots when Jimin's stomach is tying knots here and there all by itself?

Swiftly, Seokjin slips a cherry into his mouth, plump lips wrapping around it before it disappears into his mouth. Jimin notices that the expression on the host's and the other guests' faces looks exactly like Jimin's when he had been watching Seokjin the first time around, and he doesn't exactly like it.

In all his daze, he hadn't noticed Seokjin had finished his pony trick, content smile and all, until he heard the host lady squealing in what appeared to be incredulity, the other guests gasping along. When it finally registers to him that he's being filmed by a camera to be watched by thousands, he plasters on a smile and claps along with the host. All in good fun.

Jimin can't help when his smile falters a little the moment the cameras turn away from him. Making Seokjin perform something like that - a moment that Seokjin had shared with and only with Jimin just a week ago - in front of a bevy of cameras just rubs him the wrong way. Jimin would rather attempt to tie a cherry knot all by himself than allow Seokjin to go on stage and do that in front of the masses.

But, of course Jimin always speaks (thinks) too soon.

"Jimin-ssi, would you like to try doing what Seokjin-ssi has demonstrated for us just now?" the host interrupts his train of thought with her nasally voice and flicks a clump of blonde hair off her shoulder.

Jimin almost visibly frowns, this host was starting to get on his nerves, what makes her think he'll do it?

... is what he thinks until he sees Seokjin's face, lips pursed into an excited little smile, and he gives in even before Seokjin can utter a single plead. God, he's so fucking whipped.

If Seokjin the virgin (a well-known but surprising fact) could do it, how hard could it be?

Turns out, it's really hard. Jimin accidentally swallows the knot along with the cherry, sending him into a coughing and sputtering mess, and his life flashes before his eyes, until he manages to finally choke it out, tattered with teeth marks. The host's and other guests' cheeks are puffed up with laughter they're very politely holding in, and Jimin realises that maybe it's better if he'd just died. Then again, dying from a cherry knot? He'd be ridiculed by all his ghost friends.

The awkward silence in the studio is finally broken when Seokjin speaks up, voice trembling with laughter. "I hope you finally learn how to cherry-sh your life."

Good news: everybody groans and forgets about Jimin.

Bad news: Jimin himself bursts out laughing, drawing all the attention back to him.

Good news: Seokjin's head is buried in Jimin's chest, allowing for an overwhelming warmth to fill his chest.

Bad news: Jimin is just resisting the urge to get Seokjin to show him just how good he is at tying cherry knots, if you know what he means.

The host laughs uncomfortably at this turn of events and tries to steer the conversation back on track. "Looks like Jimin-ssi has to take lessons from Seokjin on how to tie cherry knots."

Bad move, lady. The hidden implication behind what she says races through Jimin's mind and he bites down on his lower lip to clear his mind and get rid of unnecessary thoughts in his head. A glance towards Seokjin sends his mind reeling once again as he tries to process what his hyung may have meant by a wink in his direction.

Or maybe it was the trick of an eye, because Seokjin merely turns to the camera, puckers his lips and blows a kiss.

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In the end, Jimin realises that what Seokjin had meant by a wink was quite literally a lesson on how to tie cherry knots.

"Why? Were you expecting something?" Seokjin has the audacity to ask, spitting out the fifth cherry knot he's churned in two minutes.

Jimin has to stop himself from saying yes, but seeing the keen little smile on Seokjin's face is fulfilment enough for him. He rests his elbow on the coffee table and his chin in his palm, gaze fixated on Seokjin, eyes roaming from his eyes to his nose to his cherry-stained lips, resting on the last-mentioned a little longer than necessary.

"Is anything the matter?" Seokjin asks, worry lacing his voice, bringing Jimin out of his small daze. Crap, he got caught staring.

But he only smiles. "Love you, hyung."

"Love you too, Jiminie!" Seokjin shoots finger hearts at Jimin, smile so wide it forms crescents in his eyes, which sends a pang through Jimin’s heart, when suddenly his face lights up. "Do you want to be my special guest in the next EatJin?"

It doesn't take an ounce of hesitation for Jimin to fling an arm around Seokjin's shoulder (it's a long reach) and nod very fervently. "Of course, hyung!"

Yes, Park Jimin would no doubt consider himself to be the biggest fan of EatJin.

#jinmin #seokjin #jin #jimin #bts fic #jingko writes

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chongjojunsalsa · 7 years

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In High Spirits

Word Count: 1156 words

Pairing: Yoongi/Seokjin (Yoonjin)

Summary: seokjin the ghost whisperer and the yoongi the non-believer meet when yoongi finds seokjin talking to his apartment door, a pot of kimchi in his hands

Note: this is the first draft of a longer story that i’m doing! when i’m done, i will post it here and on ao3! please look at the end for more notes! ITS BEST IF YOU READ ON MOBILE because my tumblr site is kind of in construction

Outside apartment 306, a fidgety hazel-haired individual stands, a hesitant hand poised to knock on the mahogany door any time now, the other cradling a bowl of kimchi - homemade, thank you very much. His eyes dart around uneasily, a tell-tale sign of his unfounded nervousness and he can't seem to stop chanting under his breath that you can do this, Seokjinnie, you can do this.

Kim Seokjin was incredibly lucky to have been blessed with social skills, or the lack thereof in his case, since he was young. His extreme case of social awkwardness often sends him spluttering and spilling coffee onto his boss on the first day of work while trying to make small talk in their overly small pantry, or appears as the small crack on the sidewalk that one of his brand new Timberlands gets stuck in, hurling him into a slightly-more-than-middle-aged lady with a dog you do not want to mess with. Seriously, don't mess with her Pookie, there's a reason Seokjin prefers cats.

Of course, one might argue that this dispute stems from his ability to communicate with ghosts but Seokjin is socially awkward all by himself (ever since he took baby steps and fell flat on his face with a big cry), ability or not, although the ability does in some sense defend his title as the Socially Awkward King, as nominated by peers and teachers in the yearbook. His ability sends first impressions he's left on his new neighbours plummeting down the drain in a matter of seconds when they watch him through the peep hole in the door talk to the freshly painted wall right beside his oak door. His new neighbours usually don't last more than two months of directing cautious glances at him before they pack their bags and leave; his last neighbour had left in a record time of 2 weeks - seeing Seokjin try to talk reason with his apartment door had sent him fleeing before Seokjin could introduce himself with a container of kimchi. Ouch.

In short, he cannot talk to alive people but can for some forsaken reason talk to dead people.

"You're really making an effort, aren't you, Jinnie?" somebody voices out from beside him, startling him, and he bristles.

"I'm already three years older than you, Jimin, you have to start calling me hyung," Seokjin tuts, casting glances to the boy who had just materialised beside him. Paired with his bright pink bangs and cherubic cheeks is an inner turmoil nobody - not even Seokjin - could understand, which is why Seokjin hasn't been able to get this particularly annoying ghost to move on to the afterlife.

Jimin ignores Seokjin's comment, and proceeds to prod at the flimsy cling wrap stretched over the bowl of kimchi, seemingly oblivious to the fact that his finger doesn't make a single dent on it.

"Don't mess this up for me, Jimin," Seokjin mutters, narrowing his eyes.

Jimin's eyes twinkle in amusement. "I wouldn't dare, hyung."

"Jimin, I swear to God, if you-"

All of a sudden, the door to apartment 306 swings open, and Seokjin startles. Before him, leaning against the mahogany doorframe, stands his new neighbour. The man stands a little shorter than Seokjin, and Seokjin allows his eyes to sweep this man from top to bottom. The dishevelled raven hair sitting atop his head - usually likened to a bedhead - is a stark contrast to his pale, almost-translucent skin, the type best worn with a light blush, in Seokjin's opinion anyway. Hooded eyes are marked into a frown, along with his tiny nose and thin pink lips, and Seokjin can't tell from his expression whether he's disdainful or curious or both. Mind you, Seokjin is already mortified that he's been caught talking to not a wall this time, a door.

Seokjin will readily admit that his new neighbour is hot - fuck that, he's drop-dead gorgeous - but that doesn't seem to make him feel any better, because his ability to come up with a conversational topic deteriorates significantly the more attractive the person he's talking to is, especially when they seem to make you melt under their stare. Seokjin squirms uncomfortably under the man's scrutinising gaze, feeling a little self-conscious, giving way for goosebumps to manifest along the sides of his arms.

"Do you need something?" the man finally inquires, pronounced boredom underlying his husky voice. Oh God, his voice.

The man's deep voice finally brings Seokjin out of his trance, and he realises with a bashful smile that his hand is still frozen in time, as if ready to knock on a door that isn't there, and brings it down sheepishly, his cheeks tinged pink with embarrassment. But that doesn't change the fact that his mind is indeed blank, something that he tries to avoid as much as possible because knowing him, his social awkwardness would pop up and crack a bad joke or two just to break the uncomfortable silence.

To his horror, he blurts out, "Where do ghosts mail their letters?"

Ah, there it is.

Beside him, Jimin stifles a laugh.

The man before him arches his eyebrows skyward in surprise, before furrowing them and narrowing his eyes. “What?” And it’s not the curious ‘tell me, tell me!” kind of what, it’s the ‘we literally just met, don’t subject to me to your bullshit’ kind of what, more often than not accompanied with ‘the fuck?’.

Seokjin laughs nervously at his neighbour’s reaction, rubbing his already sweaty palms on his whitewashed jeans, knowing full well that since he’s already gotten himself stuck in this kind of mess, he may as well finish it off with dignity – or whatever he has left.

“The ghost office,” he says weakly, making a free gun with his free hand, a hesitant chuckle escaping his lips.

At this, Jimin doubles over in laughter, showcasing his trademark full-body laughter as he tumbles onto the ground, clutching his stomach, and Seokjin can’t tell if that’s a response to his own joke or his neighbour’s poker face. What he can tell is that Jimin’s enjoying this too much. His eyebrow twitches.

“Okay, well if that’s all you have to say, I-“ the man makes a move to close the door on Seokjin, but the door catches on something and he bristles.

“Wait!” Seokjin exclaims, his foot stuck in between the doorframe the door, desperation lacing his voice, but regrets it almost immediately when his neighbour swivels his head around, his expression darker than before. “Uh, this is for you, return the container back to me when you’re done,” Seokjin squeaks, intimidated, as he shoves the kimchi into the man’s head. “It’s Seokjin, by the way.”

He takes it with a little hesitation and pauses, an undecipherable expression etched onto his soft features. “Yoongi, that’s my name,” he mutters, loud enough for Seokjin to barely catch it, before slamming the door shut.

Seokjin manages a smile.

Note: hey y’all jing finally posts something! i realised i have been shitposting too much... so i decided to dump a lil fic i’m in the middle of writing! hope you liked it and maybe are even a lil excited by it because i have the whole plot thought out!!!! look out for in high spirits!

#jingko writes #yoonjin #bts fic #yoongi #seokjin #jimin

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chongjojunsalsa · 7 years

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1. 2seok please!

Word Count: 3112 words (IM SO SORRY)

Pairing: Seokjin/Hoseok (2seok)

Prompts: “Why are we at a strip club?”

Summary: in which hoseok realises that his longtime crush may or may not like him back in a strip club

Note: SORRY THIS IS SO LATE i got so carried away omg ;; this is probably different than what you were looking for, it even has a plot and everything, it’s not even a drabble anymore but huhuhu i hope you like it!

Hoseok has been putty for the clumsy doe-eyed student in his dance class for as long as he can remember.

The first day he tumbled into Hoseok’s dance studio, he had on a look on his face that screamed determination. Messy hazel brown hair sat on his head, and he was clad in flannel and ripped jeans, his plush lips pursed into a smile and Hoseok had thought that the stranger was younger than himself and handed him a registration form (which he read later on and learnt that no, the stranger was in fact a hyung).

The stranger’s eyes widen a little, but he accepts the form with both hands and completes it quickly, a hum under his breath. Hoseok, while watching him, had in that instant considered giving him free lessons for being the single most attractive person to walk through those doors, but he wasn’t stupid enough to actually do it.

“Fair warning though, I’m really really bad at dancing,” Seokjin - according to the registration form - tapped on Hoseok’s arms gently and told him sheepishly, ears tinged red with what Hoseok could only guess was embarrassment. “I’m pretty much hopeless.”

Hoseok waved him off, offering him an encouraging smile. How bad could he be? “Nonsense! After all, I am J-hope, I’m your hope.”

At hearing that, Seokjin’s face reddened and he buried his face in his sleeves, and if not for his reaction, Hoseok would have felt faintly awkward about saying what he did, but having managed to elicit such an adorable reaction from the cute new student, he gave himself a mental high-five.

Seokjin wanted to start lessons the next day, and Hoseok was more than delighted to teach an enthusiastic new student, but honestly, if not for his pretty face, Murder in Local Dance Studio may have very well headlined the next day.

Simply speaking, Seokjin was absolutely right when he said he was really really bad at dancing. No offence.

In the span of three hours, Seokjin had fallen down six(teen, but he would never admit to that) times. He’d simply told Hoseok that he “slipped on the floorboards because they were polished too clean” or “tripped on that one loose floorboard” which Hoseok was pretty sure didn’t exist. It was exhausting enough to watch somebody fall this many times while trying their hardest to dance, so Hoseok guessed that it must have been even more tiring to be the one suffering through it.

So Hoseok was pretty happy when Seokjin nailed the first step of the dance the first time that day, drenched in sweat and overwhelmed with joy. Hoseok decided he would go through everything he’d taught Seokjin that day one last time before he sent him home, and until now, he doesn’t know if that was the right decision to make or not.

He’d expected Seokjin to fall, of course, but not this way.

To elaborate, he’d tripped over his foot and stumbled into Hoseok’s chest, who attempted to rescue the both of them by grabbing Seokjin’s elbows to no avail. They fell onto the floor with a loud thump in a tangle of long limbs and pained groans.

Suddenly, because of the close proximity of their faces, Hoseok’s senses were heightened. He could feel the up and down of Seokjin’s chest on his and see the rush of warmth blooming in Seokjin’s cheeks and hear Seokjin’s ragged breath after having practised non-stop for three hours and-

“I hope I’m not interrupting anything,” somebody called out from the other side of the dance studio and Hoseok whipped his head around to see Jimin with an incredibly smug look on his face.

“No!” Seokjin squeaked out and scrambled to get himself back onto his feet.

Jimin allowed his eyes to flit from Seokjin to Hoseok, who was pushing himself up as well, his cheeks too dusted a light pink. “Newcomer?”

Seokjin grinned at Jimin. “Yes! Please teach me well!”

At this, Hoseok couldn’t help but sigh inwardly.

And just like this, Seokjin became a regular at Hoseok’s dance studio, insisting that he needed the practice if he’s going to become an idol, something that Hoseok has no other choice than to agree with, not only because he likes Seokjin’s company (and handmade lunches), but also because yes, he does need it, really badly.

But Hoseok hadn’t at that point fallen for Seokjin yet. He knew he was just harbouring a small crush on his pretty dance student. It was one especially cold Friday afternoon that he realised that he’d fallen for Seokjin. Hard.

(Literally.)

They were heading back for dance lessons after lunch, and maybe it was because Hoseok was super tired, or maybe it was because the epitome of clumsiness was skipping ahead of him, because Hoseok got his Chucks caught in the slightest crack in the pavement and collided with the asphalt with a loud oof!.

Seokjin swivelled his head around and almost had a slight panic attack when he saw Hoseok on the ground whining in pain. He rushed over and squatted down next to Hoseok, concern presenting itself in the form of creased eyebrows and pouty lips.

“Shit, it hurts real bad,” Hoseok groaned, pressing a finger against his ankle.

Seokjin frowned and positioned himself in front of Hoseok. “Get on my back.”

“No, I’m really heavy, I can manage,” Hoseok rejected Seokjin’s offer, only causing Seokjin’s frown to deepen further.

“You’re a dancer, you don’t want to cause permanent damage to your ankle,” Seokjin chided, insisting that Hoseok climb onto his back.

The winter air coloured Seokjin’s lips red and his cheeks pink. Paired with his recently bleached blond hair and ghost white bomber jacket, he looked like an angel and God, Hoseok would die right now if Seokjin was the one sent from heaven to collect his soul.

“Hobi! Are you listening? I said, climb onto my back,” the angel himself snapped Hoseok out of his thoughts and he relented, allowing himself to rest his chin on Seokjin’s wide shoulders as Seokjin lifted him up.

Seokjin’s uneven breaths came out as puffs of mist in the icy weather, and Hoseok, being the selfish man he is, was having the time of his life on Seokjin’s broad back, enjoying the warmth that radiated from the older man. Meanwhile, he was having a hard time trying to be oblivious to his heart racing in his chest, caused by this much contact with Seokjin at one time. And the way he was literally the knight to Hoseok’s damsel in distress? Swoon.

As soon as they got to the nearest medical clinic, Hoseok’s ankle was tended to efficiently, but he was told he couldn’t dance for two weeks, much to his disappointment.

Seokjin engulfed a sulking Hoseok in a suffocating hug as soon as he exited the room with the doctor.

The doctor smiled at the display of affection. “You will have your boyfriend to accompany you in the following two weeks.”

It went silent for a while, Seokjin and Hoseok not saying anything, as if waiting for the other to tell the doctor that no, we’re not boyfriends, thank you very much, but nobody did, and the doctor sensed immediately that he’s said something he shouldn’t have and apologised.

Luckily for Hoseok, Seokjin forgot about that little bout of awkwardness as soon as they got to the dance studio. Because Hoseok couldn’t dance anytime soon, he decided that they could both take the day off and watch funny movies on Hoseok’s iPad. Seokjin was more than delighted to take up Hoseok’s offer, whipping out a few bags of snacks he had in his bag. (“You were expecting this to happen?” “It’s nothing like that, you idiot!”)

Hoseok can’t express the joy he was feeling with Seokjin curling up to him and huddling an inch closer every five minutes to counter the cold outside. Or when Seokjin would constantly check on Hoseok’s ankle and ask if he was feeling alright.

It was afterwards when Seokjin had fallen asleep onto Hoseok’s shoulder and Hoseok had sub-consciously taken the liberty of brushing his bangs out of his face, and admiring his face up-close that he realised that shit, I’ve fallen for him.

Back to present day, and we have Seokjin entering Hoseok’s dance studio with a birthday present - a pair of expensive-looking new shoes - and a birthday cake, singing happy birthday at the top of his lungs with Jimin, who had bore nothing but a smirk on his face as soon as he strutted into the dance studio.

“Where’s my present, you brat?” Hoseok gasps in mock disbelief. “The disrespect!”

Jimin grins. “Don’t worry, hyung! I have a surprise for you!”

They have their own tiny celebration for Hoseok and he stares at them adoringly, the warmth and joy in his heart seeming to burst at its seams, as he embraces them fondly, his affection for them spilling out his mouth in a series of “thank you!”s and “I love you!”s.

Because he does love them; his best friend Jimin, and the love of his life Seokjin. (“Hear me out, Jimin. He’s the love of my life, I swear.” “I gotchu, fam.”)

Seokjin leaves at eight o’ clock, apologising profusely and owing it to club activities.

It’s finally time for Hoseok’s birthday surprise, Jimin announces, the smile on his face wider than ever. This may not turn out well.

The pungent smell of cheap booze pervades Hoseok’s nostrils and he immediately wishes he hadn’t taken up Jimin’s offer to make a trip down to the “newest, hottest” strip club. Unpleasant house music and too-buff men seem to be all the strip club can offer, two things that Hoseok had originally found distasteful individually, but he hadn’t expected their combination to make him want to throw up this bad. He poles at his drink with his bendy straw in boredom, ignoring the up-close and personal experience with other men’s thinly clothed crotches.

“Remind me again,” Hoseok sighs, fingers massaging his temples, “why are we at a strip club?”

There is a glint of mischievousness in Jimin’s crescent-shaped eyes. “Patience, my friend.”

“Just because I told you I was gay for Seokjin, doesn’t mean I want these people thrusting their hips into my face.”

Jimin snickers but asks Hoseok to wait a while more.

All of a sudden, the music stops, and Hoseok perks up to look at the commotion. The crowd around him has gotten considerably thicker and more than half of the strippers are nowhere to be seen.

A deep voice booms through the loud speakers over the music. “Presenting Ulzzang!”

And oh my God, the crowd goes nuts. They chant Ulzzang over and over again, and while it may feel good while looking into a sea of giggly teenagers doing it, horny men with too much money in their pockets are a different story. And Ulzzang? Really? What kind of stripper name is that? What kind of narcissistic bastard would make his stripper name Ulzzang?

Oh, if only poor Hoseok had known.

In the middle of the room, grinding against the pole on top of an elevated platform, in all his glory, is Kim Seokjin. Unlike the other strippers who had on rock hard abs and various patterns of one-size-too-small boxers, Seokjin is clad in a more feminine piece of underwear (fortunately for him, his masculinity isn’t fragile) and making up for his lack of bulging muscles is a deadly combination of broad shoulders and a tiny waist.

He’s definitely not a rookie, Hoseok can tell that much. From the way he slides down the pole to the way he politely rejects every offer to go somewhere else and fuck, he’s handling the crowd well, giving them enough to appease them, but not enough to satisfy them. And boy is Hoseok entranced by Ulzzang.

God, he thinks he’s just popped a boner. Who wouldn’t if they were watching their longtime crush dance around a pole in nothing but skimpy underwear in front of a huge crush? You would.

And how the hell is Seokjin so good at this and at the same time so bad in the dance studio? Fucking sorcery, Hoseok thinks.

He grabs at Jimin’s arm with the intention to ask him how in the world he managed to get ahold of the fact that Seokjin was a part-time stripper. “Jimin-”

“Do you need something?” a voice much deeper than Jimin’s interrupts him and Hoseok just realises he’s grabbed a stranger and Jimin is nowhere to be found. The stranger is good-looking, but not nearly as handsome as Seokjin, and has on a weird ensemble of mismatched but expensive-looking clothing. He looks like he could buy Seokjin for an entire night.

Hoseok curses under his breath and plasters an apologetic smile onto his lips. “Sorry, I mistook you for somebody else.”

He turns back to watch Seokjin, but the stranger says, “You’re this captivated by Ulzzang?”

Hoseok’s polite smile falters. What?

“I can see it in your eyes! Everybody in this club wants him for a good fuck, but you want something more than that, don’t you?” A boxy smile plays on the stranger’s lips. “Ulzzang really is something, huh?”

Hoseok grits his teeth at the stranger’s audacity, he wouldn’t know anything about him or Seokjin or anything between them. “You don’t-”

“Tell you a secret, insider’s scoop,” the stranger offers, the smile on his face only growing wider. Despite Hoseok’s protests, he continues, “Before Ulzzang, he wanted his stage name to be Mr Worldwide Handsome.”

Hoseok can’t help but chuckle at that, because Seokjin has mentioned being worldwide handsome while staring at the ceiling-to-floor mirror in his dance studio. “He is worldwide handsome.”

The stranger laughs, “He is. So you do know Seokjin personally!”

Hoseok panics internally. He hadn’t thought this through, what if this guy was actually Seokjin’s stalker and he-

“In case you think I’m a stalker, I’m not,” the stranger says as if he’d read Hoseok’s mind.

“Then you’re his sugar daddy?” Hoseok gasps. It all makes sense, from this guys Gucci slippers to his Gucci slacks and Gucci shades - who the hell wears shades in a strip club - he could totally be-

“I wish,” the stranger says jokingly, his boxy smile re-appearing. “I’m his best friend.”

“You’re Kim Taehyung?”

“So he does talk about me!” His boxy grin stretches wider. “And who might you be?”

“His dance teacher.”

Taehyung does a double take when he hears that. “You? You’re his crush?”

Hoseok’s mind goes blank and he almost chokes on his drink. “What?”

“You lucky man!”

“What did you say?”

“You lucky man?”

“No, before that.”

“That you’re his crush?”

“You’re kidding me.”

“God, he talks about you 24/7! It’s all Hobi this, Hobi that, I could start a Wikipedia page just for you.”

“Only hyung gets to call me Hobi!”

Taehyung pays him no mind. “Hobi, you lucky man! Mr Worldwide Handsome has a crush on you!”

“You’re fucking kidding me.”

“Honestly, thank God, because I thought it was some middle-aged man who was giving my Seokjin dance lessons and I cannot imagine that,” Taehyung pays no attention to the disbelief in Hoseok’s voice, rattling on.

“You-”

“He even took up this job just to get your birthday present!” Taehyung tells Hoseok and before Hoseok can ask him another question, he glances at his phone and before bolting away, exclaims, “Oops! Look at the time, gotta go!” He really is the alien Seokjin makes him out to be.

By the time Hoseok turns to look at Seokjin, still in utter incredulity that Seokjin now has a 1% chance of liking him back depending on whether Hoseok wants to trust what Taehyung had just told him, he is on all-fours, barely within distance of the few hands that attempt to reach up to touch him.

Hoseok manages a smile.

“So, how’d you like my birthday present?” Jimin asks the next day, a smirk ever present on his face.

“I don’t know if I’m aroused or concerned to know about this,” Hoseok admits and lies on the newly polished floorboards, eyes trained at the ceiling. He turns to Jimin. “But how the heck can he dance so well in the strip club and be so bad at it here?”

Jimin laughs. “I’m surprised you’re this oblivious. What are the chances of somebody tripping into somebody else a hundred percent of the time?”

“You’re not saying-”

“Yes, I am.”

The chime of the bells attached to their door jingles and Jimin and Hoseok turn towards the glass door.

Seokjin’s eyes are a little puffy and he suppresses a yawn with a hand to his mouth. He’s zombified and basically not fully awake yet, hovering around the shoe rack and staring at it as if he’s trying to figure out what its real purpose in life is. Hoseok finally realises that ah, so that’s why nowadays he comes for lessons looking like he hasn’t slept a wink. His heart swells, as he acknowledges that Seokjin had done it all for him, and that Taehyung may be right in Seokjin being able to return his feelings.

But Hoseok can’t resist himself.

“So, Ulzzang, how much for one night?”

“Sorry, I don’t do one-night-stands,” Seokjin answers automatically, as if on cue, not yet realising he’s talking to Hoseok. He rubs at his eyes sleepily.

Hoseok decides to take a chance. “Do you have a crush on Jung Hoseok?”

“God, yes,” Seokjin mutters, “I literally came in all those months ago to tell him that I found him cool and liked him, but of course I accepted that stupid registration form, and he’s been treating me like a student ever since! Even though I’m his hyung!”

Hoseok’s heart skips a beat. Jimin snickers in the background.

He rubs at his eyes again and suddenly freezes, turning to look at Jimin and Hoseok, the latter whose mouth is hanging wide open at Seokjin’s confession. His face turns tomato red and he wants to explain himself but what is there to explain when you’ve just blurted out your eternal crush on your dance teacher?

“I-”

“I like you, too,” Hoseok cuts Seokjin short, and Jimin squeals. “So you don’t have to pretend to be a clumsy dolt in front of me all the time, even if your flirting technique did kind of work. And don’t go to that strip club ever again.”

Seokjin breaks into the biggest, most relieved smile Hoseok has ever seen him in, and Hoseok once again remembers why he’s been putty for him as long as he can remember, and for as long as he’s alive.

That’s all, folks!

Note(again): IM SORRY IM SO EXTRA and i sincerely apologise if that was too lengthy for any of y’all, or if you found the plot really extra oops! like i said, i got carried away ack so ;; and vmin acting as wingmen for their oblivious hyungs omg pls and ok y’all i may post this on my ao3 so you can go find me there and maybe leave a sneaky kudos tqvm!

#2seok #jingko writes #requests #bts fic #ksj #jhs #ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ

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