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TITLE: can i call you that in this lifetime?  (umarekawari] Pairing: taekook/kookv/vkook (Kim Taehyung & Jeon Jeongguk) Rating: PG13 Genre: Fluff, Slight Angst, Reincarnation au,  Word Count: 6,630 Trigger Warning/s: Swearing, Major Character Death but Reincarnated, Mentions of drugs

Disclaimer: This work is solely from the idea of the author. Should there be similarities with the works of other respected artists are purely unintentional. This also do not reflect on the real lives of the artists portrayed in this work. Comments, suggestions and any other concerns are accepted in my inbox. Thank you! 

Summary: “Whatever, you just admitted your dog looks like literal shit but with fur.”“That dog was you, asshole.”— the au where they promised to meet each other in all lifetimes but then jeongguk was reincarnated as a fucking dog

mimoto.

Taehyung closed the journal where he writes his letter to Jeongguk, keeps them inside his bag, before putting his attention on his phone who has been ringing with the notifications coming in in succession. The world they lived in was not as blessed. You only have one love of your life given to you whom you will spend all your lifetimes with. Sometimes, you remember them, at some you don’t. In some, you won’t even get to remember them – their face, their voice, memories of being with them in their past life.

Lifetimes wherein they could remember each other, where they always seem to find each other, always have a special place in their hearts. Lifetimes wherein they did not see each other or recognize each other always seem to haunt them, reminding them they can’t be happy in all lifetimes.

Taehyung remembers that one life time where Taehyung always knew ever since he can remember that he has to find Jeongguk. Needs to. Knew that Jeongguk is out there somewhere, waiting for him, or looking for him, no matter the circumstance. The said circumstance composed of the two meeting when the Philadelphia Police Department got a hold of a different man named Taehyung Kim, one that is innocent and in fact does not have a possession of illegal drugs. It just happened that Jeongguk was the detective who worked on the notorious drug lord that goes with the same name of Taehyung Kim, but the team who conducted was tipped with the wrong information, and somehow the group was led to a Taehyung Kim who lived downtown two blocks down the police station, working for a production company.

Taehyung was in the process of sorting out his luggage for his work-related trip to Northern Europe tomorrow in the afternoon when a knock rings around his rather quiet apartment. He drops the pairs of socks he was sorting out in his bed and ruffles his hair, a habit he has long picked up.

“Taehyung Kim?” A man adorned in police uniform greets Taehyung on the other side of the door, accompanied by another one with the same outfit.

“Speaking. Is there something wrong?” He calms himself down. Taehyung has a habit of getting nervous around police and hearing sirens. He figures it was something he had developed from the past lifetimes.

“We need you to come to the precinct, sir. The chief and detective will further explain it for you.” The unnamed officer replies.

Taehyung has taken political classes in university. He knows his rights. He might have almost failed the class but he learned something. “Do you have an arrest warrant?” He eyes the folded paper tucked inside the palm of the other officer, who handed him what must be the arrest warrant.

Taehyung scans the paper for the important information that must be indicated in the arrest warrant for it to be valid. Taehyung deems it necessary to follow the officers to the police mobile that will escort him to the precinct.

“You already searched my apartment and myself for drugs and you did not see any. You did not have to bring me here.” He huffs as he was led to a room. Taehyung was sure this was a plot conducted by the police of the state to pin any people that they can. He has read the news before. He also thinks he watched too many movies.

“Please wait here until we get the chief and the defective down here. I also got Officer Bae to call your lawyer.” The officer inside the room with him informed him.

He hears faint foot steps outside the room, making him think that it was probably the chief and the said defective. Is this how life ends? He thinks. I haven’t seen Jeongguk yet.

“Is that the notorious Taehyung Kim?” A voice shot him out of his violent thoughts that includes him being killed.

“No I’m not.” He snaps, crossing his arms. “Although I get told I’m notorious for my looks so-“ He explains.

“Is Taehyung Kim there?” A voice cuts him out of his monologue.

“As I have said, not the one you’re trying to look for.” He rolls his eyes then searched for the man who called his name. His eyes land on the man stood in a black shirt and a black bomber jacket draped on top. In fact, the man is wearing all black, and all-

Jeongguk. His Jeongguk was standing in front of him, in the precinct. Inside the interrogation room.

“Right in front of you, Chief Lee, Detective Jeon.” One officer breaks silence.

“I will handle the interrogations.” Jeongguk turns to the chief, who then nodded and walked out of the room, together with the officer who was with Taehyung minutes ago.

Jeongguk waited for the tell-tale sound of the door locking. He knew they did not have much privacy, considering Chief Lee and Officer Yoo were staying on the other side of the room overhearing the whole interrogation, through the one-way mirror and the microphones installed in the room.

“You- you deal drugs?” Jeongguk asks, mouth agape and stuttering once they are out of ear-shot.

“What the fuck? No! I already told you! Listen- I have a flight to catch tomorrow you can’t detain me especially if I did not do anything.” He explains, his eyes have rolled too many times.

“How have you been?” Jeongguk asks once he was seated.

“I’m good, I guess, minus the fact that I was brought here on false accusations.” Taehyung rests his arms on the desk, and stares at Jeongguk. He remembers the last life time when the boy’s hair was a lighter shade of brown, but he supposes being borderline blonde would not be appropriate for a detective.

“You’re really not dealing drugs are you?” Jeongguk asks. He figures they were given the wrong information, buying the notorious group they have been trying to catch more time for all the illegal shit they have been doing.

“You know me, Jeongguk.” Taehyung’s reply hides much more than what its surface would imply. Jeongguk knows his Taehyung. Knows he haven’t even seen drugs up close. Minus the make shift ones they use in filming sets.

“Detective, there’s something you need to see.” A knock on a door signals the man who informed Jeongguk who gives Taehyung a knowing look and a pat on his arm before fleeting the room.

Taehyung sits back, head hanging back on the chair, and blows out the air. He curses the universe for plotting this lifetime for them. Seriously, can’t we meet at a supermarket or some simple shit? Taehyung grumbles.

He wishes for a retake on those lifetimes where he met Jeongguk at an early age living only two blocks away. That lifetime, Taehyung knew he needed to get a notebook or something that locks to protect his letters to Jeongguk from his sister who has naturally a kick for checking out things around the house that peaks her interest.

He also could not and would not forget the time they met at a very odd circumstance involving a table, heels and a very drunk Taehyung on his birthday, who was given a fucking stripper to grind on his lap. Who knew the stripper was a friend of a friend, one of the choreographers in the university dance team, clad in leather jacket and harness, looking like a walking bdsm.

Jeongguk never got to see the end of Taehyung throwing casual comments about that day or the suggestions that followed the main event, Jeongguk grinding on Taehyung wearing nothing but his pants and a choker, of a private show.

A door opening snatches Taehyung from the road he’s travelling that would get dirtier if he had not heard the door. Soon after Jeongguk returns to the room with the Chief. Jeongguk has a pissed expression on his features that Taehyung has always been familiar with. Jeongguk has a lot of patience in his body, even more so than Taehyung, so whatever has been biting his ass must have taken a toll on him.

“Taehyung. They have another Taehyung Kim in custody.” Jeongguk informs him.

“Taehyung Kim, born as William Blue Silvester, hiding under the pseudonym of the same name as yours, has been caught just in time before he leaves for a sanctuary he owns off the Mediterranean.” The Chief supplies information, dropping a folder containing probably the basic information of the said criminal in front of Taehyung. He looks at Jeongguk for more words but one look from the man says everything is well.

After another few minutes of apologies from the chief and Jeongguk himself, Taehyung, who was allowed to leave the establishment as he wished to do so, and Jeongguk was left to stand outside the room he was just in hours ago. The two watches Chief Lee and Officer Yoo turn a corner and left the two in privacy.

‘I’ve been waiting for you.” Jeongguk remarks.

“So you have not been looking for me?” Taehyung jokes, not meaning anything behind it. Jeongguk laughs, throwing his head back. Once he has composed himself he pulls Taehyung by his arm and wraps one around him, keeping him close. Taehyung relaxes under the calming breathing pattern he feels from Jeongguk, resting his chin on the other’s shoulder.

“Got my notebook?” Jeongguk asked above whisper, still hugging Taehyung close to him.

Taehyung hums, “Got a lot of catching up and reading to do, officer-“

“Detective.” Jeongguk corrects which Taehyung ignores as he pulled back.

“Also, pay for the pens I bought for it.” He tuts.

“You smell different in this lifetime.” He comments.

“Yeah. I learned I don’t have a sensitive nose nowadays so I took advantage. I can handle stronger scents.” Taehyung smiles, remembering the whole lifetime he spent with Jeongguk who can’t last a day without being too sensitive with dust and anything that his nose catches a whim of. They kept a whole 9-pack facial tissues around the house for the sake of his colds.

Jeongguk gently pulls him back to get a good look at Taehyung, who has been staring at him too closely. “Will I see you more often now?” Jeongguk asks, hopeful.

“I leave tomorrow for a work. I’ll come back after two weeks. We can meet then.” Taehyung replies.

“I see.” Jeongguk nodded, his features dimmed. “Give me your number.” He commands.

“Did you not have my whole profile and whole life filed in one of your cabinets?” Taehyung jokes.

“I don’t want to lose a job, so.” Jeongguk answers back, shrugging at the ridiculousness of the situation.

Jeongguk offers the latter a ride home. He learned that Taehyung is two years older than him in this lifetime, he still likes black bean noodles, and his new job that lets him travel approximately thirty times a year. Taehyung learns that Jeongguk’s family in his new life includes a father who was also a detective in his days, which inspired Jeongguk to follow his father’s footsteps, earning a degree and a well-deserved position in his current post.

“Okay, detective. Show me your new self when I get back.” Taehyung says, bobbing his head up and down absent-mindedly.

“That can be possible.” Jeongguk turns his whole upper body if the space in the front seat allows the two of them. “Tae.” He whispers, the older, looking expectantly at him. “Call me tomorrow before you leave.” He says, resting his arm on the other’s shoulders, arms almost wrapped around him. Before he can stop himself he plants a kiss on the older’s temple, too softly, Taehyung might not feel it (he did. His heart beat that picked up tells him so).

“You’ve been alive many times and you never learned how to ask nicely. Good bye, officer.” Taehyung calls out as he walks out of the car, not noticing Jeongguk was a beat faster than him and is walking behind him to his front door.

“Detective.” Jeongguk corrects.

“Same thing. You all detained me. I will have you know I memorized the bill of rights.” Taehyung replies from his door.

“Is that so? Quit your job, then, apply for the vacant position in our department.” Jeongguk chuckles.

“I’ll keep that in mind. I might pay more visit to your work when I get back.” He taps the code for his door, waiting for the beeping sound to signal that it’s unlocked. “Good night, officer.” He leans up slightly to plant a kiss on the corner of the younger’s mouth, not caring to wait for his response as he lets the door close behind him when he got inside.

“Detective.” Jeongguk corrects for the second or third time that night to no one in particular, facing the door that already signaled that it was locked again for the night.

That night Taehyung opens the journal he maintained that lifetime that he keeps for Jeongguk, a tradition. His first one was acquired when Jeongguk got him one that almost resembles a unicorn, with sequins designed to change between two colours when you run your fingers through them. The journal serves as the records to keep the other updated before they see each other again in each lifetime.

[unknown] 11:49 PM Call me tomorrow. - jeongguk

Officer Jeon 11:50 PM Please call me tomorrow.

Officer Jeon 11:51 PM Can I call you tomorrow?

Taehyung read the texts he received in succession, as he picked up from where he was disturbed from his activity and finished packing his luggage and other important things that needed to be in his hand carry for tomorrow. He made sure his bed is free from any other things he might forget before sitting down, already changed into pyjamas, and reads the text messages. He reads each of them, picturing the younger typing away on his phone, contemplating his words.

Taehyung 12:04 AM Hard bargain. I’ll try tho

Taehyung 12:05 AM Good night, Officer Jeon.

He rests his phone on under his pillow, with the part of the phone where the speaker should be out and would be strategically placed near his ear for his alarm for the next day. He does not get to read the other’s reply, and Jeongguk figures out the event for the night took a toll on him.

As promised, the two right after Taehyung got back from his work trip. The younger had been waiting outside his apartment, in his casual clothes. He was way past an hour earlier than Taehyung but the older did not need to know that.

Beat from his flight and his two-week long work overseas, the two decided to have their late lunch delivered and just stay in for the first hang out of the century (read: lifetime). The first thing that Jeongguk asks for his for his contact name in the older’s phone to be changed.

“What’s your passcode?” Jeongguk was in the middle of guessing the older’s password to change his contact name himself, but all the possible 4-pin code the older could have used failed to unlock his phone.

“You don’t know my passcode. You’re gonna have my phone-“ He almost snatches his phone from the younger’s grip when he saw what was displayed on his screen. “-disabled. See, fucking brat.” He huffs, snatching his phone anyway, although it’s useless now that his phone was disabled for five minutes. Jeongguk continues to laugh from his seat, watching the older unpack his clean clothes from his luggage.

“You got another person’s birthday as your passcode? You’ve changed, hyung.” He chides.

“Yeah, that’s why you wouldn’t know.” He bites back. Jeongguk also would not know that his password was 1978. His favorite meeting with the younger was in the gloomy day of January 9, 1978 when they met at a court room, intent on opposing the other, as their clients were having a feud over properties of a deceased relative. He knew he left the court room with a settled case and a new person in his mind. It was one of the lifetimes they have gone through together that was peaceful. They were happy. They left that life happy and content with each other.

“Ah, hyung, I want my journal now.” Jeongguk sits up from the bed where he was laying down beside Taehyung’s clean clothes.

“Award-winning authors don’t give free books that they worked hard for, Guk.” He teases, eyes not leaving his task.

“You would not know that, hyung, they do. Especially to their loved ones.” Jeongguk feigns, almost feeling like he was offended.

“And you’re saying is you are one of my loved ones.” Taehyung states, dreading the younger’s answer.

“Your only love, hyung.” Jeongguk says almost patronizing.

Mood: Giddy, Content, Betrayed (explanation attached below)

Dear Detective,

We met today. I do not appreciate being dragged out of my apartment in the middle of packing shit and detained just because your officers thought I would have the energy to trade drugs/ Also, who the fuck thinks Taehyung Kim was a good name to use as a drug lord? I have so much to ask you. I noticed the scar on your arm. You did not have that the last time I saw you.

I’m also wondering if it is against your work conduct if we use your cuffs for personal purposes? By the time you read this entry we probably have already used it. But it’s ok, not everyone is a good citizen.

fuck the police, your taehyung

“Fuck the police, hyung? Really?” Jeongguk reads, not wanting to believe what he just read. He only read some portions, that being the first page, one from the middle and the latest one, the one Taehyung wrote the night of chaos where they met in the interrogation room.

“You’re kink shaming me and I don’t like it.” Taehyung looks at him.

“Whatever hyung, I’m gonna read this when I get home. Who knows what kind of kink you developed when you were alone.” Jeongguk shifts so he can lay on his side, facing Taehyung.

“Says the one who has a kink for being called an officer. You probably fuck your one night stands with your costume still on.” Taehyung huffs.

“That whole sentence is just so wrong in many ways.” Jeongguk changes position again, almost ready to pound on Taehyung after his next offense. “First of all, I do not have an officer kink. Second, this is not a fucking costume. I don’t even have a police officer uniform. I’m a detective.” He huffs.

“But you did not deny fucking someone wearing a costume like one.” Taehyung replies after a beat of silence. Jeongguk stands from the bed, throwing Taehyung’s neatly folded clothes at him, Taehyung whining a ‘hey, fuck you’ at him.

faster than you could say the word bye.

Taehyung did not remember falling asleep to a vivid dream of the last time he and Jeongguk went to see the fireworks show near the amusement park in their past lifetime. He knows he suffered from motion sickness after Jeongguk dared him to go three times on the 360 degrees Vikings. In his defense, the younger promised him head if he did (he did). It seems like he only dreams of his past lifetimes with Jeongguk.

The two do not always win.

The universe has a unique way of telling them that the two of them are lucky enough that they get so each other in their next lifetimes. The universe tells them that humans get to be alone too. They were reminded that they have happiness not given off by the other. They have lives lived separately, sometimes because they were both strangers to each other. Sometimes the universe allows them to spend a lifetime with a person that is not Taehyung or Jeongguk.

Taehyung hates most of them.

The universe, according Taehyung and Jeongguk’s experiences, was a big stage, and they were the leads. The universe seems like it planned for the two to meet, and deems it necessary that that was enough.

One lifetime Taehyung remembered was the one where Taehyung was a nurse at the Asan Medical Center. He has not seen Jeongguk in this lifetime yet, and he hopes he sees him soon. He remembered the talk they had in one lifetime where Jeongguk told him how fun It would be to see the older work in a hospital. Taehyung was assigned to the Brain Trauma wing of the hospital. Taehyung works with Doctor Kim, who refers to as Seokjin when they are not dressed in operating gowns, and their uniforms and only a table full of kimchi, ramyeon and soju separates them and not an operating table, battling for the life of an individual wishing to live comfortable for an extended period of time.

He has been asked to do the rounds before Doctor Kim comes for his operation that evening and the hospital has been relatively quiet and peaceful at this time of the year, compared to last month of every year where more accidents happen and the hospital tends to be busy. He comes back to the nurse station just in time Doctor Kim was getting his coat on him and checking up on some files with the nurse stationed at the desk.

Taehyung believes he has already covered three rounds for other nurses in favor of assisting other Doctors. The hospital does not suffer from staff shortage, but Taehyung believes they need more hand or some nurses and other staff in the hospital should learn how to do their own job despite the circumstance.

“Taehyung, how is Ms. Moon doing?” Seokjin asks, going over the papers brought out for him.

“They should be fine and be good enough to not be cranky at everyone. They keep changing nurses to help them. Remind me to never let myself be called to the VIP ward.” He rants, scratching the back of his head involuntarily.

“Yeah, not the only one who complained. I’ll request for you to be assigned to this wing soon.” Seokjin laughs quietly.

The alarms from the emergency room and Taehyung’s beeper simultaneously alarmed him and Doctor Kim of a patient immediately in need of assistance coming in to the emergency room. The two runs without further ado, some nurses working for the trauma wing already getting a hold of the record of the said patient who Taehyung can see was bathed in his own blood and he wonders just how harsh the accident have been.

“His heart rate is not stable. The witnesses said he fell unconscious after his opponent landed a few harsh hits on his head.” One nurse informs, passing off the information gathered by the ambulance team who responded to the patient. Doctor Kim worked fast as he suggested for a fast x-ray and a CT scan for the patient.

“Get the operating room ready real fast I need to get to his brain immediately.” Doctor Kim chides, talking fast, trying to one up the fact that he might not be able to save the patient from the internal bleeding that is currently invading the young man. Taehyung quickly does as he was told, contacting the radiology and department to inform them of a patient in need of immediate assistance.

Taehyung could not clearly see the young man’s face, thanks to the harsh beating he took and a mouth guard recovered from him that Taehyung assumes that he is some sort of a professional fighter. Taehyung feels an uneasy fit in his stomach that he attempts to attribute to seeing another poor soul fight for his life unconsciously.

One nurse was gently but hurriedly, cleaning off the blood from the patient’s face, that almost dried as the time passed, as Doctor Kim gets a good look on the vitals of the patient. Right now he makes out a jet black color of hair matted with blood that ran down from a laceration.

Taehyung continues to aid Dr. Kim, informing him of the other specialists awaiting the patient and the operating room. Taehyung scrubs in to assist in the bloody and dragging operation of the patient. He assumes the uneasy feeling at the pit of his stomach and the patient lying helplessly that everything will be okay in the end. Things will be alright.

Things could not surpass the word ‘alright’ or any word that gives someone the comfort and assurance of a positive outcome. Things after the operation did not go quite well for the patient. The whole process was a success to some extent. The patient is alive.

But the patient is brain dead.

Dr. Kim blames himself for not being fast enough to get to his brain. The doctor takes off the scrub adorning him as he made his way out of the operating room, about to inform the people waiting for the fate of the patient with a heavy heart. Taehyung pushes down the lump in his throat and the tears that was threatening to spill out of the corner of his eyes as he assists the recovery team with the patient.

He did another rounds for the midnight shift, forcing himself to take his mind off a certain private room that seems to have it out for him, calling him and urging him to just drop everything and go there. His rounds ended with a final stop at the station, greeted by another nurse working the night shift.

“Taehyung, you’re way past over your shift already.” Nurse Kang, a close friend who he worked with for a year now, grabs him out of his internal monologue, ever so gently with her gentle voice.

“I just have another patient I need to check. Pass me the records for the patient in room 507?” He gives a tight lip smile, receiving the records for the brain dead patient from the afternoon. He turns the corner and locates the private room, knocks and enters to see an unmoving patient from the center of the room, multiple wires holding on to keep him as stable as they can get him.

He stands on the right side of the hospital bed, watches the rise of the chest of the patient before checking his vitals. He makes sure to keep them in mind and a mental note to keep an eye on the patient. He checks on the bandages that were also wrapped on the poor man’s ribs, having his fractured from an aggressive attack from his opponent.

Taehyung releases a heavy sigh that would be deemed as out of stress or annoyance if this patient would just be awake at this moment and not be in the waiting room for dead people, technically, with his current state.

“Jungkookie, was it a good fight?” He whispers, as if speaking loud would suddenly wake the patient up and startle him. If only.

“Did you last for how many rounds?” He adds. “I’m working in a hospital now. Did you plan for me to work in a hospital just so I can help stitch your ass back and see your brain? Sounds just like you.” He looks down on the Jungkook’s limp hand from his side and holds it gently, without lifting it up. Just gently caressing the back of his hands.

“I’m not going to fool myself and think that you will move your fingers while I’m here and suddenly be awake. I’m sure you know your chance of being alive after your operation is 70/30. I’m happy you were sent to this hospital. I can’t stay too long here. I’ll be back for you in the morning.” He stands up, wiping the tears that made their way past his lids, tucking Jungkook better under the blankets, making sure all is well, as they can be.

The next morning greets Taehyung with a sun high in the sky and the darkness of the night in his heart. He cried. He cried, called Jimin for an emergency, who understood and rushed home from his work at the local boulangerie downtown that he owns with Yoongi. He cried, wrapped inside Jimin’s arms that cannot seem to guard him from the pain.

Because he can’t. Especially if the pain comes from the inside.

He doesn’t get better. But at some point he got stable enough to tell Jimin a part of the whole story, at least from this lifetime alone, but he briefly explains things from the last and the other ones. The ones where they met at a better circumstance and ones kind of similar to this one. He had Jimin call off work for him, and tell his Seokjin hyung to talk to him some time after today. Jimin does not understand the whole thing. But he tells Taehyung he knows. Just from the tears that escaped him, leaving him, trailing behind the man who caused them to fall.

That night he assures Jimin that he can be left alone, who put up a gentle argument with Yoongi siding with him. The two won, insisting that they at least wait for him to be asleep and deep into it enough to not be awake in the middle of the night, breaking down and alone.

He does wake up at some point near four in the morning, the journal he kept for Jungkook lay atop of the comforter covering his thighs, pen in hand.

Mood: [unknown] My Jungkook,

Can I call you that in this lifetime? It seems like I failed to do so. In the thirty-two hours that I have met you. Can I claim you? I would like to believe so. We promised we always have each other. Always for each other. Even if the universe won’t allow us. I’m yours.

I visited you in your room and told you that I’ll see you in the morning. I guess it’s too painful to hold on and wait for me. I understand. I have many questions for the two of us. Do you think if I became a doctor instead I would have saved you? In my defense, the last time you did not specify if you wanted me to be a doctor or a nurse. You should have been more specific. I could have been a security guard at some point.

I’m trying to convince myself that it’s okay. We can’t be happy in all lifetimes. I believe I’ll meet you in another life anyway. Like we always do.

See you soon, Taehyung

kensaku.

There have been times wherein the universe is on their side. But having sides does not provide luck for the two. Jeongguk and Taehyung remembered the lifetime wherein technically, they did not see each other. Jeongguk claims they did, though. Up to this day, Taehyung still gets livid every time he was reminded of all his efforts. Jeongguk calms him down saying;

“Hyung, it shows how much you miss me and love me, isn’t that great?” Which earns Jeongguk a smack to the back of his head, quite painful. Taehyung does not appreciate working up a sweat in that lifetime.

Taehyung slams the journal on the counter top in favor of fetching himself a glass of milk from the fridge, letting the journal smack against the thick wooded material and the pen to bounce off the top and roll to the side. He downs half of the milk before settling down on the table, opening the journal to where he bookmarked it with the pen, although it was no help since he decided to slam it and let the pen loose its place between the sheets.

Mood: Bored, Livid, Impatient, Alone.

Jeongguk,

where the fuck are you? I haven’t seen even an inch of your hair or a gross particle that came from the sole of your foot in this lifetime. It has been twenty-three years. Twenty-three years of waiting for you. My family in this lifetime were nice people. I remembered you and our promise to each other when I was ten years old. The next year, I said it was okay, it has only been ten years, you were probably just eight years old at that time. But now I assumed you were twenty-one, you can now walk and find me if you wish. Sometimes the thought that you got tired of looking for me in the lifetimes we can remember each other and waiting for me in the lifetimes we can’t.

I’ll wait for you in all lifetimes and love you in all of them, Taehyung

RE: Mood: Bored, Livid, Impatient, Alone.

I’m {THIS} close to putting up a sign just to find you. I think it will go like this:

Lost other half: JEON JEONGGUK Return to: KIM TAEHYUNG REWARD: negotiable

Jimin said he’d help me design the posters and he’d even use your favorite color for it. I told him about you already since you annoy me I might combust if I keep them all to myself. He even said he’d have Namjoon hyung beat you up when you finally show up. After introductions, of course. At least get on first name basis.

fucking tired of your shit, Taehyung

“Is that your fourth journal? That’s tragic, Taehyung” Yoongi extends his neck from where he’s on the sofa, to Taehyung’s place on the floor, in favor of using the table to write on, beside Yoongi’s disgusting feet propped up on it (Taehyung’s words).

“These journals only got eighty sheets per pad.” He bites back, slapping Yoongi’s toes away from the edge of the journal.

“That’s three hundred and counting notes for Jungkook. Calm the fuck down.” Yoongi explains, almost pouting.

“Shut up math daddy.” Taehyung grumbles and closes the journal, making sure to make it look like he’s done with writing and Yoongi’s bullshit.

“Taehyungie, I’ve come bearing gifts for your majesty, great king, ruler of Armageddon, Lord Farquaad, Daughter of Hippolyta, Queen of the Amazon, The God K-“ Jimin opens the unlocked door to the house, with his infamous line that they have had arguments over before because,

“They came from different scripts. You cannot be Lord Farquaad and recite Wonder Woman at the same time, Jimin.” That day Jimin shrieked out a loud “I do what I fucking want.” That made the neighbor check up on them, with Jimin screaming bloody murder.

A Vietnamese take out, a round of beer cans later, the four people in the apartment, with Namjoon arriving hours later with crumpled shirt and a stain Taehyung did not want to know much about, Jimin was able to do a rough photoshop of a wanted poster for Taehyung’s soulmate minus a picture that would really help them identify the man.

Jimin rant on and on about how Taehyung is really being selfish with not giving a photo of the certain man they were looking for. “I’m just saying, honestly, the odds of sixty Jeon Jeongguk can show up at this door once we post this outside. None of them would be your soulmate because his bitch ass of other half claims that no photo is in his possession.” He explains, complete with gestures and booming voice.

“He would not appreciate having his face plastered all over the city like that. I know him.” He explains exasperatedly. “Plus, you wouldn’t get the photos we kept both in soft and printed ones and our polaroid print outs are nudes. Not exactly appropriate to be plastered around the state.” He adds, fishing off the last pieces of fish crackers from the paper bag. Yoongi makes a face that screams disgust and Namjoon gives a knowing look and Jimin throws the tablet pen, almost missing his forehead.

“I thought I was going to fucking die as an old man, Jeongguk, that alone was terrible. But none of it would top the fucking stress you gave me looking for you.” Taehyung grumbles. Hoseok watches from his seat the banter between the two. He was pretty sure they had it before, already.

The movie they were watching was still playing, but the volume was being turned down little by little until it was borderline on mute, save for the occasional bass that hits the walls. They were having an unplanned movie night, since Jeongguk just got back from a work teambuilding for the weekend and everyone in the group chat got the word that Taehyung and Jin were having a planned stay in.

Jin was currently in the kitchen with Hoseok, preparing for another round of bottles of soju for everyone and the cup noodles left in the apartment.

The argument, one they have had before, started when Jeongguk started poking on Taehyung and played the ‘remember’ card. The others have been informed on what goes on between the two, including the whole context which they were having an argument over at the moment. The argument escalated when Jeongguk became specific and took jabs at Taehyung. In his defense, his flirting mechanism with his boyfriend was quite different than what usual couples do.

No, he was borderline bringing up a past that annoys the fuck out of Taehyung. Jeongguk knows it gets him frustrated and admittedly embarrassed (although Taehyung would not admit that). Now the two were still pressed up against each other, bickering with the occasional smacks and light slaps for each other.

“It’s not my fault I was fucking reincarnated as a dog, hyung. And don’t think I have forgiven you for naming me Yeontan.” Jeongguk huffs.

“Yeontan is cute, mind you.”

“Do I look like someone who deserved to be named Yeontan?”

“As if Gureum was a good ass name, Jeongguk, really, good job!” And wow, Taehyung really has it out for Jeongguk’s dog back in 2003.

“Gureum suits my fucking dog.”

“I called you Yeontan because Yeontan was brown and you look like fucking shit.” Taehyung slaps him with a pillow before standing up to barge into the kitchen where Hoseok took refuge in, away from the couple and into Seokjin’s comfort.

“Whatever, you just admitted your dog looks like shit but with fur.” Jeongguk speaks, pouting, making his words almost a murmur to himself.

“That dog was you, asshole.” Taehyung shouts from the kitchen, having heard Jeongguk.

Jeongguk whips his head towards the kitchen, muting the movie once and for all to catch a glimpse of his boyfriend’s ranting to the people who escaped the chaotic living room in hopes of not hearing the infamous story for the tenth time.

That night, trapped between the walls of their bedroom, Jeongguk coaxes Taehyung, begging for forgiveness that Taehyung refuses to give just yet. He was basking in the love and affection Jeongguk was giving him just for the older to give him attention. He already used different tricks. He made promises and he also resorted to using other stories from the past.

“Hyung, hyung.” He taps the older, who refused to face him in his sleep, opting to sleep on his other side that Jeongguk knows be uncomfortable enough and Taehyung would wake up with a sore right side.

“I’m sleeping.” Taehyung’s reply was short.

“No you’re not. Listen, for what it’s worth, we still met.”

“Shut the fuck up, Jeongguk.”

“The thing is you looked for me. I love you.” He kissed the older on the cheeks, since the older refused to turn. He thinks staying up all night and beg for forgiveness while the older is already in deep sleep would do him no good. Staying up won’t grant him immediate forgiveness.

Taehyung was being really ruthless, in Jeongguk’s opinion. It was when he was on the brink of falling asleep, his mind already hazy and body heavy, he hears his Taehyung speak.

“Fucking brat, I love you.” Taehyung huffs, before shifting to lay on his stomach, head turned towards Jeongguk.

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TITLE: sad predictions come true Chapter: 1/? Pairing: taekook/kookv/vkook (Kim Taehyung & Jeon Jungkook) Rating: PG13 Genre: angst(?), smut Word Count: 1,030 Trigger Warning/s: implication/references to past trauma, swearing (?) Cross-posted on: AO3/dtgloss

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Summary:   seeing the person you love hurts.

Jungkook sits in front of him, but at the same time he isn’t.

This man in front of him, sitting on his living room couch is not the man he loves.

Present tense because he’s still in love with him.

Madly in love with him that he’d unlock his front door and open it wide for this man to enter his house after a dead silence for two years and three months.

His gaze, his hair that reaches just below the bottom of his ears that he oh so lovely calls a level 2 of his hairstyle, his hands that always seem to have a liberty on their own as it moves on its own accord, his lips that never seem to look dry. His Jungkook.

Jungkook sits parallel from him, the tv providing what could be a comfortable background noise— a white noise —but no. It just seems to irritate Taehyung more. It irks him, the sound, the same way the man in front of him acts like Jungkook but his gut tells him no.

The man in front of him should be comforting him, but his presence after almost three years and his sudden appearance makes him so uncomfortable. Uncomfortable in a way that he cannot seem to pinpoint how Jungkook, his Jungkook suddenly sprung out of nowhere, in front of his door to be exact, wearing clothes that are worn out but too ruined. The kind that a man’s clothes would end up looking like if they work physical jobs. He showed up on the other side of the door, just looking at Taehyung as if there would be unspoken words that would make everything okay.

But no.

There are no things he needs unspoken. He needs an explanation. He needs to hear his voice as if Jungkook staying silent would just mean that this is not real, and he just fell asleep in the middle of doing work and this was all a dream.

He needs to know if this was Jungkook.

Jungkook’s gaze goes in and out of focus, looking at Taehyung and to the wall behind him, his forehead, the space in between his eyes. He cannot possibly think. He’s here. He’s free.

He’s with Taehyung.

But the space allotted for the glass table in front of them seems too big. The space in between them is. 

He wants to speak but he feels his mouth is too dry. Does he need water? Should he ask for water? If he does, would Taehyung give him one or finally throw him out of the door and act as if the minutes that passed were just illusions?

Taehyung excuses himself for a month, remembering that he was in the middle of a meeting. Luckily he was only talking to a few people and it was an unofficial meeting. Jungkook merely nods and Taehyung takes that as a cue to stand up from his position and enters his bedroom.

When he gets there he plugs his laptop that ran out of battery when he stumbled down the stairs to answer the door and leaves it half open before powering it back up later. He also moves to align his papers, notepad and pen that went disarray due to his rush.

When he gets back down though, he sees a Jungkook who passed out on the couch, upper half of his body laying sideways on the couch, his lower body still poised as if he was sitting, feet planted on the floor. He might have tried resting for a bit but ended up falling asleep during Taehyung’s preoccupation. 

Taehyung sighs and fixes his position. He knows from personal experience that this position hurts your lower back and your hips. He gently lifts his legs, maneuvering it so his shoes don’t hit the center table and lays it on the couch. Jungkook was quite tall so his leg exceeds the sitting space and his feet become propped up on the arm rest of the sofa. 

He tends to keep his living room void of hanging or things laying around so he does not have a blanket at arms reach. It’s almost winter and he’s not heartless — he grabs a fresh blanket from his cabinet and drapes it over the man.

They’ll talk when he wakes up.

<center> ——— </center>

Jungkook misses dinner that day. 

<i> He must have been so tired that he didn't even wake up for food. He must have been hungry also. </i> Taehyung thinks.

Taehyung has dinner alone, peering at a sleeping Jungkook on his couch. 

It’s not like he hasn’t been having dinners alone for three years. 

<center> ——— </center>

Jungkook wakes up the next day in panic. He does remember being at Taehyung’s home, but the face of his lover doesn’t seem real yesterday, and being basked in his presence right as he wakes up is a surprise itself.

Taehyung is already up and about, working on a report he was trying to get done as of yesterday, he smiles gently at Jungkook when he notices him awake but his attention goes back to his work in seconds. 

“I already had breakfast as it’s past ten in the morning already. Do you want to have your brunch now?” Taehyung asks.

Jungkook just nods, timid. 

Without much insistence from Taehyung’s side, he stands up from the couch, only folding the blanket twice and follows Taehyung to the dining area. 

Taehyung watches him scarf down the food, and he knows that he must’ve been really hungry. Wasn’t he eating where he came from or does he not just eat much due to his situation?

He has too many questions. His mind has been gearing since yesterday. He went to sleep late as he was not able to quiet down his thoughts. 

He wants his questions answered but he’s afraid he might put Jungkook in a state and make him panic, remember his experience, his pain.

“What’s your name?” Taehyung asks. He doesn’t know what prompted him to ask this. He doesn’t view Jungkook as someone who lost memories, or even dumb, but he wants to make sure.

“Jungkook.” The man answers him, shyly.

“Do you know my name?” He asks one more question.

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TITLE: In the blurry memories from the other side of my dreams Originally posted on: AO3/dtgloss Pairing: taekook/kookv/vkook (Kim Taehyung & Jeon Jeongguk) Rating: PG13 Genre: Fluff Word Count: 2,889 Trigger Warning/s: Swearing Disclaimer: Title is from Lucid Dream - Monogram. This work is solely from the idea of the author. Should there be similarities with the works of other respected artists are purely unintentional. This also do not reflect on the real lives of the artists portrayed in this work. Comments, suggestions and any other concerns are accepted in my inbox. Thank you! 

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Summary: Jeongguk, Taehyung learns, has a habit of cancelling plans. Plans that were predetermined by Taehyung’s dreams. In his defense, he was not aware that Taehyung has these kinds of dreams. Jeongguk, Taehyung learns, can prove that habits, in fact don’t die hard. or the au where taehyung’s dreams become reality and jeongguk accidentally stops them from becoming a reality until one day he doesn’t that nobody honestly asked for

He remembers this. He learned the difference between deja vu and his dreams when he sees them, or dreams about them, rather. Taehyung would like to think it just happened and not some kind of accident where he hit his head and suddenly he happens to dream about things that eventually becomes real or some asteroid shit he stumbled upon when he was thirteen suddenly gave him his supposed talent. He noticed the pattern when his dreams become real, and he admits quite a handful cant be that pretty. He also learns how to use them to his advantage.

Like that one time he had a dream where his boyfriend in twelfth grade had dumped him. He had four days to prepare himself from the classic ‘it’s not working out’. Or that one time he saw Jimin getting into a compromising situation, prompting his best friend to be careful if he won’t let Taehyung stop him from going to that one club.

And this, he remembers. A dream he once had involves him performing in a theater, a full house at that. He remembers it being a musical. He also remembers the reason why he ended up as a performer is this. He also remembers the most memorable part of his dream - he was apparently romantically involved with the other lead actor who plays the role of the other half of his character.

However, this he does not remember. He does not get along with the said co-actor.

“He’s still salty not getting my role, hyung.” He grumbles for the second time when his Namjoon hyung insists the said co-actor was probably pining for him, because who the fuck goes behind your back and bad mouths about you to the director? Surely not someone who likes you, and your supposed other half as his dream told him. He feels quite betrayed that his dream did not tell him about the said asshole, or maybe he does not remember at all.

Taehyung eyes the milk he badly wants to have, weighing the pros and cons of having it the morning he needs to leave for the call time of his show that day and the consequence of being lactose intolerant before he runs up to his room to grab his bag. He reminds Namjoon of the tickets he reserved for them and that he put them inside his bag already because, hyung if you lose them I will strangle you with the curtains, and leaves his apartment.

Taehyung’s favorite part of being a theater performer is the adreline rush behind the curtains that just closed, signaling the end of the performance. It was a good mess, people congratulating each other, talks of the next performance, and the food. Taehyung was in the middle of texting his friends to wait for him in the lobby so they can all walk to dinner when Director Kang knocks on his dressing room, with people towing behind.

“Kim Taehyung, playing one of the main roles.” Said the director who introduced him to the three people standing near the couch inside his dressing room. One of them was also a director, one he recognizes from the plays he may have seen in the past, the stage manager for this very play he just performed in and -

“Jeon Jeongguk. He was supposed to play the role of Cunnings.” There was a hint of regret in Director Kang’s voice and oh, honestly.

“Really? Why didn’t you?” Taehyung asks just because, why the fuck?

“Minor accident. I insisted on pushing through with rehearsals but recovery will take up half of it.” Jeongguk explains, noticing the inner turmoils inside Taehyung’s head. “Congratulations by the way.” He offers to which Taehyung gratefully accepts with sincere appreciation.

This, Taehyung doesn’t remember. He feels betrayed by his dream because honestly, not informing me of this important information? Life threatening.

Taehyung finds himself explaining what took place in his dressing room to his friends because, Jimin, I could have saved him.

“What are you gonna do? Stop the car? Take the hit? Push him behind you?” Namjoon snorts, followed by a horrible rendition of his infamous line “Why did you do it?” from one of his plays before where he was stabbed and died.

The Performing Arts Theatre has a small community, they would see each other again. Just wait, soulmate.

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They had met sooner than they think. It was at the audition of the next major play for the First Quarter of next year. Going through heaps of aspiring actors aiming to earn a role for the major play.

Taehyung had a dream about this. Which is why he came prepared in the form of his best clothes he only wears for his dates. Namjoon thinks he is being a flirt and straightforward, to which Seokjin adds gayforward, Namjoon. Taehyung is gay as fuck. Taehyung thinks he is smart and Namjoon is a little bitch.

Which is why, Taehyung sits at the table with the profiles of the actors in front of him and Jeongguk to his right, in his all black glory. They have shared glances and notes in the first half of the auditions and Jeongguk even got him a water bottle that Taehyung contemplates bringing home with him, because you gotta save the environment and all that shit yadda yadda.

Taehyung had a dream about this. Jeongguk sitting across from him at the sizzling plate diner 2 blocks away from the theatre. Jeongguk talks about the newly-opened diner that was on its soft-opening that he wanted to try, and Taehyung doesn’t wonder why the other members of the panel were not invited because he honestly couldn’t care. Not when Jeongguk has been laughing at him as he blame Jeongguk for leaving him to work with an asshole.

“I met him also. Was a bit smug he got the role instead of me.” He chides.

“He sucks. I just hope he wouldn’t be in the first quarter productions.” Said Taehyung.

“You said you had a minor accident? That’s why you didn’t get to play my other half.” Taehyung bites his burger, still guilt-tripping his future man (he damn will be, Jimin. Watch me).

“I fell funny during dance practice. Therapy kind of took a long time and its compromising with rehearsals. I told them I could do it. Doctor said I’m annoying as fuck.” And maybe Jeongguk made up the last part just to see Taehyung laugh.

Taehyung can’t remember if he had a dream about this. But he doesn’t care. Not when they had to go back to the theatre to be in the second half of the auditions. Not when Jeongguk walked him to his car and got his number. Not when Jeongguk hugged him before he left. Not when he bursted through his apartment and hit Jimin’s back with the door knob and got hit by the slippers because sue him. He’s met the love of his life (My Dream, 2014), he’s happy. Contented--

Jeongguk also ignores the way he doesn’t feel guilty that his packed lunch soiled inside his bag just to get lunch with Taehyung. He also ignores the way Director Kang was looking when he said he had to be somewhere for lunch and had to quickly leave with Taehyung without them knowing. He also ignores the script he needed to memorize just to construct the first message to Taehyung.

“Taehyung what if he’s being nice. You work together.” Jimin says with a pout. The one where he’s honestly just trying to ruin Taehyung’s fun.

“My dreams said otherwise. She also said fuck you Jimin.”

“You knew each other for only a week.” Namjoon adds, breaking Taehyung’s train of thoughts where he had already planned their wedding, their honeymoon in Malta, their first two children named Taehan and Jungmin.

“He’s probably already taken or straight.”

“You’re paying for my fucking drinks tomorrow or I’m stealing your m&m’s stash” Taehyung makes sure of the threat with the force of the pillow he threw aimed at Jimin’s dick.

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“What’s your star sign, Tae?”

“Capricorn. Why?”

“I can trust you. Good to know.” Also good to know we’re compatible, Jeongguk adds.

“And you, Jeonniboy? You act like you’re an Earth sign.”

“Virgo.”

“Ah, kinky.” Taehyung inappropriately comments, making the two of them laugh in the middle of Burger King.

“I’d like to defy stereotypes for us virgos and prove we’re fun. Would you grant me the honor of having a drink with you this Thursday?” Jeongguk inquires, raising an eyebrow, getting too close for Taehyung’s health.

“Is that where you bring your dates?”

“Yeah I get them drunk and dump their bodies behind the bar. Don’t tell anyone.”

“You’re killing the person who’s willing to dispatch a dead body for you?” Taehyung tries his best to sound hurt.

“We’ll if you bring bleach I’ll reconsider.”

“Cut up the bodies and I’ll bring the plastic bag.” Taehyung sounds serious, earning a strange look from the table beside them.

Thursday morning comes too quick but Jeongguk doesn’t mind. He may have prayed for it to come quick but no one questions him aside from Yoongi, who has been judging him for being awake before ten in the morning.

His phone lights up with a message from Taehyung, saying ‘Mind if I bring friends? You can say no, I can tie them up and hide the keys.’ to which he replies with ‘as long as I still have your attention. And because I’m competitive, I’ll also come bearing gifts.’

Fast forward to the night they see each other, respective friends in tow, the group quickly falls deep into conversation. Taehyung sits in the outer part of the booth, with the excuse of having low control for peeing, and Jeongguk excuses himself to the bathroom and comes back to a different seat, now parallel to Taehyung. The two have been in a competition on who can stay sober the longest without having to stop drinking, and Taehyung never failed to give his attention to Jeongguk.

Their current game is a staring contest, where nobody won because Jimin just had to ask-

“do you want a separate table?” Really loudly, gathering the attention of everyone at the table, and snickering.

“Jimin, eat.” Taehyung warns, shoving a big chunk of bulgogi inside Jimin’s mouth, Hoseok laughing really loudly at him.

Jeongguk looks to his left where Yoongi sits, eyeing him that’s almost teasing.

“Hyung, also want one?” Jeongguk threatens, pulling a tight smile, as he picks up a rather bigger chunk of bulgogi.

The night ended with Jeongguk walking Taehyung, helping him pull a very drunk Jimin to his car.

“Designated driver?” Jeongguk asks as Jimin hit his head on the door and Taehyung nods. “Want me to drive you?”

“It’s fine I can manage. You need rest.” Taehyung shrugs, opening the door to his side.

“Text me when you get home.” Said Jeongguk, who later on adds, “please” earning a chuckle from Taehyung.

“You too, please.” And Taehyung would like to think he had a dream about this, of Jeongguk diminishing the space between them to place a kiss on his cheek, and he knows he did not imagine it when his body tilted back a little because of the force. He helpes Taehyung get inside, watching him drive away, before walking back to his own car where Yoongi had been waiting for him, threatening to leave with his car.

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Taehyung and Jeongguk have been locked up in the latter’s apartment since the latter had called Taehyung to come help him practice his lines, and Taehyung agreed, will always agree to Jeongguk’s wishes. They had been throwing lines back and forth, Taehyung looking down at the slightly tattered script while forcing Jeongguk to drop scripts.

“Hyung, do you want brownies?” Jeongguk suddenly asks.

“That’s not a part of the script.” Taehyung replies and Jeongguk throws the softest pillow. “You bake?” He gapes.

“Hell no. It’s pre-mix.” Jeongguk yelps as he gets a slap on his thighs.

The two has long abandoned the script and made a bee line towards the kitchen, where Jeongguk has started mixing the butter with the brownie mix and Taehyung sits at the counter top for moral support. His best role.

“Taste.” Jeongguk has his point finger covered in the brownie mix near Taehyung’s lips and the latter tries not to jump the opportunity that quick. “Good?”

“Tasty.” Taehyung wiggles his eyebrows, earning a chuckle and a flush from Jeongguk.

Jeongguk assigns Taehyung the task of mixing the batter while he prepares the oven only to turn around and catches Taehyung dipping his finger on the brownie mix and what seems to be not the first time he’s been doing it. Taehyung has his fingers mid-way to his mouth newly-dipped, covered in brownie mix when Jeongguk gets a grip of his arm, halting his actions causing Taehyung to jolt.

“Traitor.” Jeongguk grumbles playfully, contradicting his first action by guiding Taehyung’s hand to his mouth. And Taehyung, who got a slightly horrible hand-eye coordination, missed his aim a little, a slight whip of the mix getting to his chin, making Jeongguk chuckle. Taehyung, with flushed cheeks and brownies on his chin, aims to wipe it off with his free hand, and Jeongguk with his fast reflex catches his other arm, causing him to practically back hug Taehyung.

“I’ll get it for you.” Jeongguk mumbles, leaning down to wipe the mix on Taehyung’s chin with his own lips, pausing for two seconds, before moving closer to the corner of Taehyung’s lips.

And Taehyung is glad he did not dream of this. Glad he knew he was gonna make a little mess of himself. Glad that Jeongguk was there to clean up for him. Glad of his own way of helping Taehyung. And suddenly, Taehyung has 20 ideas of ending the script he was trying to write.

The smell of the butter pre-heating in the oven pulled Jeongguk away and he’s glad. He wouldn’t know how to explain his actions to Taehyung. “Set up the console?” He asks Taehyung as he pulled away, putting a safe distance between them, before grabbing the brownie mix and turning to the oven.

Later that night, the two (unsurprisingly) are sitting too close to each other, with Jeongguk sitting behind Taehyung, who was sitting between his legs, in an intense game of the classic overwatch. Hoseok comes home and sees the two in a slightly out of context position before turning on his heels quite fast, with the excuse, oh shit, I left my wallet at Yoongi’s. Jeongguk ignores how the back pocket of the older is bulging with his said missing wallet. He doesn’t care. He’s contented.

That night, Taehyung left his apartment with packed brownies and a kiss more secured than the one they shared earlier in the kitchen and Taehyung goes home with a bounce in his steps, wallowing in happiness while munching the brownies, swatting Namjoon’s hand when he tried to sneak a small piece, claiming they are pot brownies.

That night, Taehyung dreams of a laid back date with Jeongguk, going to see a much-anticipated play that was half and an hour away from where they are and a dinner at that damn diner that was still on it’s soft-opening. Taehyung wakes up in the morning with a to-do list that includes preparing his outfit and a rehearsal to attend to. The following night, Taehyung’s dreams include Jeongguk bringing him donuts and milk tea for a working breakfast while the two sit in another auditions, and another intense game of fortnite in his apartment.

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Jeongguk, Taehyung learns, has a habit of cancelling plans. Plans that were predetermined by Taehyung’s dreams. In his defense, he was not aware that Taehyung has these kinds of dreams. Jeongguk, as Taehyung’s dream told him, had rightfully brought him his donuts and a milk tea. However, Jeongguk couldn’t attend the second half of the auditions, as he needed to oversee the technical dress rehearsal of the major play of a close friend directing the said play.

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Jeongguk, Taehyung learns, can prove that habits, in fact don’t die hard. The former had sent him a text that says I’m picking you up, is thirty minutes enough? to which he replied sure, before screaming and scrambling for his closet in panic. Taehyung sure is wearing the outfit he has prepared the morning after he had the dream where they had a date.

“Where are we going, good sir?” He asks Jeongguk who chuckles.

“Just somewhere.” He shrugs. And Taehyung knows. Knows what they’ll do, where they’re going.

The night happened just as it did in his dream. Turns out the play they have seen was the one Jeongguk was overseeing that one time they had to cancel their second date (as Taehyung’s dream called it). However, Taehyung’s dream purposely left out the part where Jeongguk has his hand wrapped around Taehyung’s the entire time. Or the random kiss he received in the middle of the play (Taehyung swore he cried because of the scene). It also left out the part where Jeongguk stayed the night in his apartment, Jimin and Namjoon caught in the act of munching over his brownies, the one he baked with the person sitting beside him, arms wrapped around him.

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TITLE: scared of the dark and the dentist Originally posted on: AO3/dtgloss Pairing: taekook/kookv/vkook (Kim Taehyung & Jeon Jeongguk) Rating: 18+ Genre: Fluff Word Count: 4,140 Trigger Warning/s: Swearing, Mentions of Explicit Sexual Content Disclaimer: This work is solely from the idea of the author. Should there be similarities with the works of other respected artists are purely unintentional. This also do not reflect on the real lives of the artists portrayed in this work. Comments, suggestions and any other concerns are accepted in my inbox. Thank you! 

Summary: “Doctor, next time I’ll open my mouth for you when we’re out of this clinic.” He winks before before closing the door, snickering to himself. He doesn’t miss the faint curse from the doctor as he shakes his head before the door completely closed.

au where Taehyung flirts with his dentist that isn't even his dentist in the first place.

“Taehyung if you don’t wake up in a minute I’m having your tooth pulled instead of mine.” Jimin wails, literally fucking wails.

“See Jimin, having your wisdom tooth intact doesn’t mean you’re not dumb.” He bites back.

An half and an hour later, because Taehyung deemed it necessary to buy the cocoa milk tea that was too sweet to be just 100%, they arrived at Jimin’s appointment at the dentist.

“You can relax at the lounge for a while.” The nurse, the two assumed assists them as Jimin notifies them of his appointment.

“I’m ready.” The volume of the very attractive voice, according to Taehyung, becomes louder, ascending as the person which he assumes is the dentist approaches them. Consistency is key, Taehyung thinks. It is only rational for the attractive voice to be owned be a rather much more attractive doctor. And the title being added before the name of this person makes him the most attractive, Taehyung thinks.

. “Can he come with me?” Jimin suddenly asks the doctor.

“Yes, sure.” The doctor does that thing where he has a tight-lip smile, making dimples pop and makes him look younger.

“Sorry, he’s my son, he’s afraid of the dentist.” Taehyung shows faux sadness, making the lady at the reception laugh and surprisingly, the doctor releases a chuckle, and unsurprisingly a fuck you, really from Jimin.

Jimin and Taehyung spent another hour and a half inside the room, Taehyung rightfully taking a video of Jimin having his tooth pulled and a stiff looking Jimin trying to bear the pain, and Taehyung trying not to ogle the dentist. Not long till they were finished, the two were ushered out back to the reception and the doctor follows suit while Jimin was settling his account.

“Hyejin-ssi, please book Mr. Park another appointment this Friday.” The doctor gently reminds and Taehyung honestly should stop ogling the first time Jimin slapped his back.

“Yes Doctor Jeon.”

“And you, Mr. Park’s father, no appointment for you?” Said Doctor Jeon, nodding at Taehyung.

“I’m also going to book one for myself. My last dentist was not good.” He answers, stirring his milk tea that tastes more like water at this point.

“And I am?” He raises his eyebrows quite adorably. He looks like an excited bunny, Taehyung concludes.

“I’m sure, doctor.” He grins, raising his own eyebrows twice.

“We’re going, thank you and see you on Friday, Doctor!” Jimin speaks, dragging Taehyung by his milktea before walking out of the clinic.

“You’re not fucking coming with me on Friday, sir.” Says Jimin, widening his eyes and his pout coming out, the way it does when he’s complaining.

“I have an appointment.” Taehyung sticks his tongue out and the entire way home Jimin makes a whole ted talk on how Taehyung is letting capitalism and the supposedly attractive doctor trick him into spending money.

“And you two woke me up with this noise because?” Yoongi stands at the doorway of his shared bedroom with Jimin

“This ass-crack looking bitch was flirting with my dentist, hyung!” Jimin’s voice is almost four notes higher, and that says a lot. His face and neck is red from his fuming rant and honestly, Taehyung thinks, it’s not really that serious, Jimin.

“Is.” Taehyung corrects.

“You’re not yet done?” Jimin gasps.

“No?” Taehyung almost sounds offended. Taehyung also thinks he will go extra lengths to get close to the dentist. If he had to know his license details, he damn will. Yoongi stays less than five minutes before shaking his head and stalking back to the bedroom, grumbling about the noise that woke me up, his unfinished task from work, and the inflation rate.

Come Friday and two found themselves at the clinic again. Jimin’s appointment includes him having his wisdom tooth pulled, pulling a snarky comment from Taehyung. Jimin has been sending warning glares to Taehyung for the last hour, as if reprimanding a child going to public places and therefore must behave properly.

“He just needed to have the tooth pulled, honestly. He doesn’t have wisdom.” Taehyung tells the nurse at the reception with faux regret and a glare from Jimin. Jimin was taken under a different dentist this time, and Taehyung wonders if Dr. Jeon is out, which is sad, because Taehyung just had his last visit to the dentist last month, which is approximately 2 weeks ago, and he is at the dentist, because he’s trying to hit on the doctor.

“Kim Taehyung?” A resonating voice pulls Taehyung out of his daze and oh, it’s Dr. Jeon.

“This way?” The doctor dimly smiles, tilting his head towards the room, signaling for Taehyung to come.

“Why didn’t you take my friend?” Taehyung asks as he was seated.

“Ah. I have to be somewhere after this, I needed to ask Dr. Kim to take him instead so I can take you. Scared for your son?” The doctor says, referring to their last banter, and they both chuckle. Yes, take me. Taehyung thinks.

He also thinks impure thoughts at the dentist is not appropriate because having a boner with a cheek retractor hanging off your mouth wouldn’t look good. He’s not really into this kind of kink.

“Why me then?” The doctor was taken aback at the other’s question?

“Just. Are you always this forward?” He asks.

“Depends on the person I’m talking to.” He asks as the doctor assists him in putting on the towel on his chest.

“Jeongguk.” The doctor says, and Taehyung frowns in question.

“Call me Jeongguk.” He adds.

“Are you younger than me?” Taehyung asks as Jeongguk prepares the last materials, what Taehyung assumes is the paste.

“Guess.”

“Aren’t you older than me?”

“You’re passing up the opportunity?”

“Taehyung.” Taehyung introduces himself.

“I know.”

“That’s hot.” He comments and the other chuckles.

The two continued to banter until it was time to get on the actual reason why Taehyung was there in the first place. Surely Jeongguk isn’t younger than him, and he doesn’t look that old either. Taehyung continues to guess as the other continues to prod his mouth. The doctor works in relative silence, often making soft instructions and all that.

“You kept a good job of maintaining your teeth healthy.” He comments. Unbeknownst to him, Taehyung had it cleaned two weeks ago. Sue him. Taehyung opens up his mouth as instructed, with Dr. Jeon tilting his chin slightly upwards and no, Taehyung shouldn’t enjoy being manhandled when the doctor has an inch of a finger deep inside his mouth, alongside the apparatuses.

Soon Taehyung was wiping the last bits of water surrounding his mouth, patting it dry and was told he can proceed back to his ‘son’, as the doctor dubbed Jimin. Taehyung was halfway out the door when he turned around to the doctor, cleaning up his mess when he sticks his head in as to avoid being heard by the other patients.

“Doctor, next time I’ll open my mouth for you when we’re out of this clinic.” He winks before closing the door, snickering to himself. He doesn’t miss the faint curse from the doctor as he shakes his head before the door completely closed.

“I’m having secondhand embarrassment from you.” Jimin almost seethes.

“I’m not coming back here. You embarrassed me and my name.” The two stands at the opposite sides of the car but not before they were able to get inside, the doctor was out and seems to be carrying a bag, on his way to a lecture he has to be on in thirty minutes.

“Taehyung! Have you guessed already?” Jeongguk calls out, referring to the conversation they had not long ago. Jimin stands still watching the two and he wonders just what the fuck did Taehyung do while he was busy. He reminds himself to pull it out of the other when they get home.

“25.” Taehyung says.

“Guess again. Here’s my calling card. Text me your guesses.” The doctor hands out a piece of card to Taehyung. Jimin, having enough of their shit, pushes himself inside the car, making sure to close the door a little louder. Jeongguk bids goodbye soon as he really needs to leave and Taehyung gets inside the car, Jimin already glaring at him.

“What?” He asks, acting clueless.

“You embarrass me and my name.” Jimin repeats. The two went home and as usual, Jimin tells Yoongi all of Taehyung’s antics as if they were at a parent-teacher meeting. He texts Jeongguk later on that day.

I see. Jeongguk replies. The two didn’t message each other after that, leaving the conversation open. Jeongguk may or may not have been distracted at the lecture that day, he doesn’t care.

~ ~ ~

Taehyung sat at the little shop 3 blocks behind his office that sells coffee and tea in hopes of running away from the silent and busy office that is seriously getting in the way of his creativity. In front of him is his laptop and a small portable tablet and his tea sitting a little behind his laptop, probably half cold. He would say he is trying to get inspiration from the place and the people, but it’s hard when he’s currently working on a story of a human reincarnated as a dog.

“Are you taken?” A voice jolts him from his trance and he looks up to see Jeongguk standing beside his table.

“Sorry?” Taehyung asks because he couldn't be sure if he misheard what the other said or-

“I asked if this seat is taken.” Jeongguk grins the little shit that he is. Basking on the fact that that clearly wasn’t what he said the first time.

“Uh, no.” Taehyung stammers and quickly pulls his laptop closer to him, giving the other side space. If Taehyung was distracted back in the office, he sure as hell won’t be able to finish his work now. Not with Jeongguk sitting across from him, “Why are you here?” He asks.

“Coffee break.” Jeongguk replies, leaning back. “Do you have a guess already?”

“ 26.” Taehyung answers.

“You’re quiet today. Bad day?” Jeongguk asks. He doesn’t need to know he is quite a distraction to Taehyung, thank you.

“I only open my mouth when I’m demanded to.” He replies, rolling his lips to stop himself from laughing.

And he’s back.Jeongguk thinks. “Do you always make sexual innuendos?”

“I already told you I’m willing to open my mouth for you in a different way. One that doesn’t need your dental stuff.” Taehyung explains as he reached for his cup of really cold tea.

“Dental stuff.” Jeongguk repeats.

“Yeah. Never heard of that?” Taehyung gives faux surprise.

“No. Because that doesn/t exist.” Jeongguk huffs.

“It’s okay. We don’t need that. Unless you have a kink for apparatus, which by the way, I’m not kink shaming. I accept everyone.” Jeongguk’s smile only grows bigger until he’s borderline laughing. His smile that was genuine was only meant for close family and friends, and it doesn’t come out too soon until he’s comfortable enough to the people around them. But this walking sexual innuendos in front of him, Taehyung, is like the long-lost friend that knows his whole being, makes him comfortable enough.

The two continue to talk until the sun has obviously set and Taehtyung realized he needs to go back to his office to get the rest of his stuff before going home. Jeongguk on the other hand really needs to go home and finalize the exam for tomorrow’s class. The latter walks Taehyung a block before they need to part ways, as Taehyung’s office goes west and Jeongguk heads up north.

“You still have work?” Taehyung asks.

“I need to go home. I have a class early tomorrow.”

“Ah, so you’re a student.” Taehyung concludes.

“I teach.” The other shrugs. “I go here.” He points toward the street ahead. “Can I see you outside the clinic and out of my work clothes?” He asks.

“Wanna see me open my mouth without having to prod it with a metal?” Taehyung bites back.

“Dinner first. Then I’ll prod it with something else.” Jeongguk answers.

And they’re doing this, in the middle of the streets. In public. The two starts to wonder where their morals end.

“Yes. I’ll have you know I follow instructions thoroughly.” Taehyung says with confidence.

“Good to know. See you, Taehyung.” He nods before heading north, leaving Taehyung watching him walk away and turn a corner, before walking on his way to his office. That night Taehyung busted through Jimin and Yoongi’s shared apartment to share the good news.

(“I need you to clean my name. I couldn’t show my face at the clinic because of you.” Jimin comments.)

~ ~ ~

Jeongguk likes nature, photography, and Taehyung. He likes how his three favorite things and a certain human correlates to each other. Likes how he can do things that he loves at the same time. He likes how he can compare Taehyung to other living things.

In two weeks the two spent after he asked Taehyung out, Jeongguk learns that Taehyung is full of surprises and sex jokes. He learns through exchanges of text messages things that Taehyung has seen in his everyday activities, which entertains him greatly at times when there are vacant slots in his job that lets him settle and be at peace, except for the vibration of his phone as Taehyung’s messages come in rapid succession.

My officemate Mark has a pattern in wearing his pants for a week. I figured it out.

or

I saw someone put a lube in the fridge in the pantry here at the office. Should I report or taste if chocolate lube is good?

or that one

Do you clean other bitches mouth yes or no

to which Jeongguk replies with do I have a choice?

Jeongguk likes the text messages, despite the looks Hyejin is sending him every time he laughs a bit louder than he intended to.

Taehyung likes the replies he gets from Jeongguk, which is quite different from the ones he gets from Jimin and Yoongi when he sends them the same text messages. Jeongguk does not block him from his contacts unlike Jimin.

He remembers the one time he asked Jeongguk if he cleans his own teeth or some DIY shit, Jeongguk had to cover his mouth to stop himself from laughing too loud and no, Tae, I’m not that talented.

Jeongguk likes nature and Taehyung. Jeongguk thinks Taehyung is the favorite part of admiring the nature. In front of him is Taehyung holding his phone up, instructing him to move however he wants for at least ten seconds.

“Is that boomerang?” Jeongguk asks.

“No?”

“What is it.”

“You’ll see.” Taehyung says as he focused on the task at hand. Once he was done and satisfied with his take he pockets his phone and continues walking.

“You said I’ll see.” Jeongguk states as he catches up to Taehyung.

“I didn’t say you’ll see it now.” Taehyung says as if it was obvious, making Jeongguk frown at him playfully before letting it go for the meantime.

The two spent a good two hours at the garden museum, gushing over the different plants found both outdoors and the indoor portion of the museum. Taehyung takes photos of the things he likes - museums and Jeongguk.

“Do you think my jokes are appropriate for this place?” Taehyung asks.

Jeongguk looks around, noticing the varying age group in their surroundings. “There's a child on your far right. Just whisper them to me.” He laughs.

Jeongguk’s idea of a casual dinner is the ramen place not too far from Jeongguk’s home. Taehyung thinks it is not a coincidence once he knew where the other one lives. Not that he minds.

Taehyung learns that Jeongguk has a special ability to munch up bowls of ramen if he has the time and energy. He also learns he can see it live on the second date. Taehyungs heart was beating in his ass when he heard the other say that.

Jeongguk’s idea of a walk until they find a dessert is a walk down to a yogurt shop slightly further away from his apartment.

“Trying to ruin my teeth, sir?” Taehyung asks comically.

“Had to survive. It’s my job. And I get to see you come to my work.”

“I told you, Jeongguk, if you want to open my mouth you don’t need your dental things.” Jeongguk wouldn’t lie when he says he almost popped a boner in their little corner at the yogurt shop.

~ ~ ~

“Taehyung you need to stop bringing sweets here, you’re ruining our reputation.” Hyejin jokingly reprimands Taehyung as he walks in. “He’s finishing up the last person. “

“I’ll be in the pantry.” Taehyung points to the room.

The two got together literally right after the two went out to their second outing, which is basically at the digital museum and a run into the sweets shop beside the museum.

(“Jeongguk, I’m not airdropping you a dick pic in public.”)

“Taehyung, marry me.” Jeongguk asks. The two got drunk on a Saturday night at Jeongguk’s apartment after Taehyung got kicked out by Yoongi.

“Sorry. I’m a traditional guy. Hold my hand, first.” And Jeongguk did.

“Now I don’t marry a person if they’re not my boyfriend.”

“Be my boyfriend.”

“Okay.” Taehyung replies, finishing up his bottle.

“Good.” And the two fell asleep on the floor. When they woke up in the morning with stiff necks and an aching back, only Jeongguk has memories of what happened last night.

“Good afternoon, boyfriend.” Jeongguk says as he sat up, resting his back on the couch.

“Really?” Taehyung asks as he sat up, curious.

“Yeah. You want to?”

“Yeah sure.”

That same day, after the two cleaned up the mess, namely Jeongguk and Taehyung. Taehyung invited the other to his apartment for a change of scenery, Jeongguk. Live a little. Taehyung showed Jeongguk the animation he worked on one night when he stayed up to talk to the other on the phone.

The animation shows the video he took of Jeongguk at the garden museum, in full outline.

“An ass pic, really?” Jeongguk asks as he closed the door to the pantry.

“You asked me what I was doing.” Taehyung explains as if obvious. Which, it really is obvious.

“And you’re doing that?” Jeongguk says incredulously.

“You were talking too long to reply.” Taehyung shrugs.

~ ~ ~

Jeongguk ended up going to Taehyung’s apartment, with a promise of the chicken he brought and pasta that was cooking up in Taehyung’s chicken. The two had dinner in relative silence, with only the movie that was playing as they dined in front of the tv, and the occasional banter on the lead character. Taehyung craves for chocolate, and so the two found themselves in the sweets section of the supermarket ten minutes away from Taehyung’s apartment.

“Snickers or crunch?” Taehyung asked.

“Crunch.”

“That was a trick question. You’re supposed to tell me ‘whatever you want’ or ‘both’.” Taehyung huffs and Jeongguk snorts.

What was supposed to be just a run into the supermarket to get chocolates turned into a food fest, where they ended up buying popcorns and four seasons juice. Their little food fest then soon turned into a full-on grocery shopping as Taehyung remembered he is almost out of things for his apartment.

“Should we get whip cream?” Taehyung asked, stopping in front of the aisle, Jeongguk hitting his shoulders lightly to Taehyung’s as the other halted his steps unexpectedly.

“For what?”

“For when I suck your dick.”

The two ended up arguing over the bread section, fighting over the pre-made pizza dough. Taehyung thinks Jeongguk is being a killjoy. Jeongguk thinks Taehyung is high.

“Neither one of us got an oven.” Jeongguk told the other for the third time. Maybe fourth, he can’t remember already.

“If you let minor inconveniences stop you from achieving your dreams where would that get you?” Taehyung almost challenges.

And really, we’re doing this, Jeongguk thinks.

“Not having an oven is not a minor inconvenience. It’s a major one.” Jeongguk emphasizes the last part.

Taehyung eventually lets it go, for the meantime, but not without mumbling under his breath that I know someone with an oven. Jeongguk lets him sulk.

~ ~ ~

If their schedules allow them, Jeongguk would often wait for Taehyung to finish in his work and the two would meet at the cafe where they met coincidentally that one time. It is almost a tradition that they did not plan and just kind of happened. It started when the two would fall into a routine in meeting almost every Wednesday at the cafe as it was the only day that allows this to happen, with Jeongguk having a class to teach that doesn’t end until seven in the evening and Taehyung who leaves the office around the same time to meet the latter at the cafe, where they order their teas and go to the ramen place near Jeongguk’s flat.

There are also times when Taehyung or Jeongguk had to cancel last minute because of respective works. Whether it is Jeongguk having to grade papers and Taehyung finishing up a project. At times, the two makes it work by going to one another’s apartment, bringing their own works with them, Taehyung busying himself with his laptop and tablet and Jeongguk grading papers.

During these nights, Jeongguk mostly finishes up his work earlier than Taehyung, checking up on the latter, asking him to go to bed and Taehyung having to promise to follow him after five minutes, which never happens. Jeongguk would find Taehyung asleep at the sofa or the table, of sometimes at the dining table, half-filled coffee mug sitting beside his stuff at the table, and Jeongguk having to wake him up if Taehyung can or carry him to bed.

~ ~ ~

“I honestly think it’s a good business, regardless of the.... nature.” Taehyung reasons as he pats his thighs, signaling Jeongguk to lay down.

“Your kinks are not a good business.” Jeongguk lays down before continuing to talk. “The more I know about them the more I question this relationship.” He huffs as Taehyung manhandles his head.

The two were in the middle of putting on face masks and found themselves discussing face masks but for dicks, or as Taehyung dubbed it, dick masks. Taehyung continues to massage Jeongguk’s face while trying to think of ways to promote the dick masks.

Soon after Taehyung pats his shoulders, making him sit up, he gestures for Jeongguk to take his place so he can lay down on the older’s lap, the two switching positions. Jeongguk then does the same for Taehyung, patting the face mask on his face as it sets in.

~ ~ ~

The two lived together in one and a half year, just a month after they made it official. Taehyung boasts about the perks of it (which includes seeing Jeongguk’s bare ass every morning), and the privilege to be able to have an access to Jeongguk’s hidden stash of seaweed packs. All the sexy and cute aspects of living together after a month, when Jeongguk learned that Taehyung always forgets to close the toilet seat after use.

“It’s territorial rights, Jeongguk, you don’t know shit.” Taehyung reasons out one night as the two were preparing for bed.

“It’s nasty. If your toothbrush falls down the toilet I’m not telling you.” But Taehyung learns and promises to never do it again, only after their handsoap fell down the toilet. Taehyung also learned that Jeongguk washed underwears and socks together. They learned more about each other and had banters at some point, but they learned to compromise and be on the same level.

Now, what Taehyung doesn’t get is Jeongguk’s morning class. He told the older to tell the school to give him at least a period later and not the first-morning slot. However, when Jeongguk wakes up at six in the morning every Tuesday and Thursday for his class that goes until one in the afternoon for having to teach three consecutive classes of the same course, he doesn’t get how he also has to wake up courtesy of the loud ass alarm clock Jeongguk insisted they have on both of their phones.

At times, Taehyung wakes up as the alarm blared throughout their room and Jeongguk would be oblivious to the wailing sound. He shrugs the latter by the shoulder or that one or three times he woke up before Jeongguk and seeing his bare ass under the covers as the latter laid on his stomach. Apparently, pinching his ass checks couldn’t wake him up and Taehyung had to (I really had to, you won’t wake up, I thought you’re dead) bite Jeongguk’s ass cheek, making him jolt in pain and surprise. Jeongguk ended up waking up and going to his classes with a bruised ass cheek.

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