#like we been knew jiminie's impressive as fuck but damn

[thatgoddamngingerundercut]

Jimin 'Who' MV

[lust-kth]

BTS Reaction: When He Confesses His Feelings

Pairing: BTS x Reader

Warnings: None

Genre: 100% PURE FLUFF

A/N: This is my first reaction and I am trying to write as often as I can. So I do hope y’all enjoy and stay tuned for my next post! 

Kim Seokjin

He’s usually a confident man whenever he does anything. But when it comes to you, he’s a whole mess. His long-time crush on you has gotten to the point where he can’t be without you anymore. One night when he walks you home after a night out with your friends, you can’t help but notice he’s quieter than usual and it makes you worried.

“Jin? Are you okay? You haven’t said much all evening and I’m worried something is up.”

“Ah I’m okay y/n, it’s nothing really. No need to worry about me.”

He gave you a quick smile before looking back down on the ground but you grabbed his wrist and he was taken aback by your sudden action.

“I’ve known you since we were teenagers so I know when you’re lying. Please tell me the truth Kim Seokjin.”

The use of his full name made him sigh and he looked deep into your eyes then cupped your cheek, making you blush unintentionally.

“You really want to know y/n? I’m in love with you. I know I shouldn’t because our friendship could be ruined and I don’t want that. But I thought it was time you knew.”

He dropped his hand from your face when you bit your lip, feeling stupid you didn’t see it from the beginning but then you laughed, confusing him.

“Damn it Jin, that’s all it was? Well then, I think I should tell my truth as well…I’m also in love with you.”

His eyes widened and he grabbed your hands, the biggest smile etched across his face. He couldn’t believe it, he finally got the girl he’s loved for so long.

Min Yoongi

Meeting Yoongi was a total coincidence. You met while you were looking for equipment to work on your music and he happened to be at the same store you were, both of you looking for the same launchpad since you were both rising producers, which became a great conversation starter. Flash-forward to 2 years later and you’ve been close friends since, working hard on music and you’ve been so high in demand, you two decided to work together to create your own label. In those 2 years, you developed a crush on Yoongi but never acted on your feelings because he was your friend but also your business partner and you didn’t want to ruin things. One afternoon you were finishing a sample for an artist when Yoongi knocked on the studio, letting him in and saw he brought food. 

“I bought tteokbokki for you cause I know you haven’t eaten since yesterday.”

“Wow Min Yoongi, you really are very considerate of my health. My heart is melting.”

“Yeah yeah, come on eat up.

”You took the bag of food and started eating while Yoongi sat at your computer and listened to what you were working on. He nodded in approval.

“That’s coming up really nice y/n. They’re gonna love it.”

“Thanks Yoongs. And thanks for the food too, I was starving.”

“Yeah no problem…look y/n, there’s something I’ve been meaning to tell you and usually I don’t speak up about my feelings but I really need to get this off my chest and it may ruin our friendship but at least I know that I said it…I like you. I really like you a lot and every time you come into my studio, my whole day gets better and there’s no one else I’d be doing any this with but you.”

You stared at him, unable to believe you heard the words you’ve been wanting to hear for so long, then you scooted closer to him and laid your head on his shoulder. 

“I like you too Yoongi.”

In that moment his heart fluttered in excitement and held your hand in his. He finally had the courage to confess the love he had for you since the moment he met you.

Jung Hoseok

You and Hoseok became fast friends when you met at a dance competition. Your dance team was up against his, yet despite losing to him, you found him interesting and wanted to work with him. Your dance teams got together every week after that and the two of you choreographed all the dances, being impressed by both your skills. At this point you integrated both your teams to be one and y’all were training hard for an upcoming competition. You and Hoseok were practicing your parts while the others were resting and he watched closely to the movements you were making with your body, suddenly getting flustered. He knew he found you attractive but never acted on his feelings since you two had a good thing going on. No this time he saw how focused you were and how much effort you put into your dancing. You noticed he wasn’t going the same rhythm as you so you stopped.

“Hoseok? Everything okay?” “Oh uh yeah sorry. I just spaced out for a moment.” “Alright. Well let’s take a 10 minute break and we’ll come back to it. Mind coming with me to get more water?”

He nodded and followed you out into the hall outside where you refilled your water bottle and looked over at him, noticing he was staring at you.

“What?”

“Y/n…I think I should say this before we go back. The reason why I haven’t been able to focus is because you’re distracting me. In a good way though. I really like you and I want to take you out for dinner.”

“Really? Umm yes of course! Wow I didn’t expect this. Here I thought I was gonna be the one to ask you out.” “Wait, you were gonna ask me out? So you like me too?”

“Yup. Did I do a good job hiding it?”

“Yes you did. Alright then, I’ll pick you up at 7 tonight.”

After the two of you walked in hand in hand, your friends taking notice and gasped. 

“It’s about time you two got together!” 

Kim Namjoon

He was your college algebra tutor since you had a lot of trouble with the subject and couldn’t study by yourself. Your upperclassmen recommended him to you so you reached out to him and y’all would meet up every Tuesday and Thursday in the library. You were so intrigued by him and felt yourself falling for him every time you saw him. It was soon finals time and you were on your last study session with him before your algebra final, reviewing everything you had learned. 

“So then what would x equal in this equation?”

You worked though the problem, biting your lip and showed him your work.

“x would equal 4?”

“Umm not quite. Here let’t try again y/n.”

“I’m never gonna get this Joon. I’m gonna fail this fucking final. I know it!”

“Well if that’s what you think, then I guess I’m a bad tutor.”

“No it’s not that, it’s me. My brain sucks. Like I do get some concepts but this is really kicking my ass.”

He shook his head and rubbed your back to comfort you. The sudden contact made you blush when he smiled, showing those dimples that made your heart dance. 

“No don’t sell yourself short. You can do this, I believe in you. This is probably inappropriate right now but maybe after your math final, you’d like to join me for ice cream to celebrate you finishing up your first year of college. Maybe like a date, because I really like you y/n. From the moment you walked through those doors.”

You sat there with your mouth open a little, was this really attractive, nerdy guy really asking you out. How could you say no to him? Plus you knew you liked him too.

“Alright then, it’s a date Joon.”He mentally high-fived himself, happy he scored a date with the girl of his dreams. 

Park Jimin

You’ve been friends with Jimin since you were kids and you grew up together doing the same things. You cared about each other very much so when one day, your boyfriend of 1 and a half years decided to call it quits, calling you a cheater because you spent so much time with Jimin and you did your best to explain to him that he was just you best friend and nothing more. Unfortunately your ex didn’t see it that way and broke off you relationship with no regrets, leaving you devastated because you loved him, or so you thought. That night you cried your heart out and called Jimin over to your house since you didn’t want to be alone and he arrived within 5 minutes of calling him. 

“Oh y/n. He’s a piece of shit. He must have been really jealous and insecure to assume you were cheating on him. Forget that jerk.”

“But I loved him Jimin! I really thought he was the one.”

His heart broke for you, but it also broke for himself because he knew you would never love him the way he does. He wrapped you in his arms tightly, his face nuzzled in your hair as the familiar scent of your strawberry shampoo hit his nose and at that moment he couldn’t keep his feelings bottled anymore. 

“Y/n…I know this isn’t the right time to say this but…I like you. I like you more than a friend and when you were with this jerk, I wished it was me you stayed up late talking with, I wished it was me giving you flowers and gifts, and I wished it was me you would say I love you to.  I would treat you better than he ever did, and who else knows you more than I? So, if you want, I’ll leave.”

He released you from his arms and stood up to walk away but felt your hand wrap around his wrist. He was surprised and looked at you as you wiped your tears away. 

“Please don’t go Jiminie…look just give me some time and we’ll talk about this okay? I’m not rejecting you at all, in fact I’m glad you told me.” 

“I would never break your heart y/n. I promise you that now.”

He kisses your hand with his soft lips and lays you down so you can get some sleep, never leaving your side the rest of the day.

Kim Taehyung

Taehyung was one of your work best friends. He made your day in the office much more tolerable with his jokes and that boxy smile you loved so much. One day you sat in your cubicle, bored out of your mind with all the amount of work you had to finish before you left for the day. Your head was hurting and all you wanted to do was shove the papers in your boss’ face and walk out the door, but of course you couldn’t do that since you needed the job to eat and have a roof over your head so you put up with it. Moments later, Taehyung’s head appeared overhead and you looked up at him. 

“What can I do for you sir?”

“Eh nothing, just wanted to check in with you slick. You nearly done? It’s almost 5.”

“Pshh I wish I could say I was, I think I might have to stay over time.”

“Well I can keep you company if you want.” “Oh no Taehyung, you go enjoy your Friday night. I’ll be fine.”

He pouted, knowing you’d give into his offer with that look on his face. You sighed and gave him a warm smile in response, not having to say another word as he disappeared back into his cubicle for the remaining half hour. 5 o’clock arrived and everyone except the two of you left, your work nearly done but you still had to input the information onto your computer. Taehyung was on his phone, glancing up at you every few minutes and took in the sight of you. To him you were one of the most hard-working women he’s ever met and he felt upset you weren’t appreciated as well as you deserved. Finally after an hour and half you were finished and you looked over at Taehyung who was asleep and you felt bad he stayed more time than he needed to, but mostly thankful for him keeping you company. You looked at him a little bit longer, appreciating his facial features, especially that cute little mole on his nose and shook him gently. 

“Taehyung, time to wake up.”

“No 5 more minutes mom, I was just about to tell y/n I liked her.”

Your eyes widened in shock. Did he just say what you thought he said? Taehyung liked you? Not that there was a problem with that, you liked him just as much.

“Umm Tae? It’s me y/n.”

He jumped up instantly, realizing he said that and felt his cheeks flush red with embarrassment. He did not just confess to his crush while half asleep.

“Shit, you didn’t hear that right?”

“That you liked me? Yeah I did.”

“Fuck, I wanted to do it properly.”

“Tae, no worries. I like you too.”

“Really? So then would you like to go out with me tonight?”

“Absolutely.”

Jeon Jungkook

Jungkook was one of your online friends you met through gaming. He was the one you would play with almost every day and you grew closer as friends. You really hoped to meet him one day but you lived in different countries and you had no way to get to him. Except one day when y’all were talking on Discord, he surprised you saying he got money for his birthday and wanted to spend it on a plane ticket to go see you. You definitely wanted that more than anything so you two were quick to make plans and he arrived in your home country a month later. You picked him up at the airport and showed him around your hometown, doing everything you enjoyed. At the end of the day, the two of you went over to your place and started playing Overwatch. You couldn’t believe he was actually here playing video games next to you. When your team won a few matches, you took a break and sat on the couch with him.

“Damn if only you could stay forever. This is so much more fun.”

“I agree. Thanks for showing me around y/n. I just really wish I had more than a week with you.”

“Me too. I’m gonna be so sad when you leave.”

“Then we should really make the most of it then.” 

The rest of the week you and Jungkook were together, you mostly played video games but you also went out and enjoyed the nightlife. It was soon the day before Jungkook had to leave so that afternoon, you helped him pack as you felt tears starting to come on. 

“I don’t want you to go. I want you to stay here playing video games with me all day."

“There’s nothing more than that. You’re the only one who really understands me…I won’t find anyone else like you back home…”

“Jungkook…” 

“Y/n, I need to be honest. I’m in love with you. I have been for quite some time now and I should have said it earlier but I was afraid. Now I don’t want to leave you.”

You started crying, your feelings for him starting to come up to and you hugged him tightly. There was no way you were going to let him leave after that confession but you knew he had to go home. 

“I’m in love with you too…god this is so fucking hard.”

“I know…but I’m willing to do a long-distance relationship if you are. We’ll video chat every day and I’ll text you whenever. I don’t give a shit about the time difference. Whenever you need me, I’ll be there for you.” 

He kissed your head softly and you held each other for as long as you could.  

[softjeon]

Mile High Valentine Club

• Pairing: Model!Jimin x Namjoon • Genre: Fluff / Smut  • Words: 17k | Co-Writer: @cassiavioletblue | AO3 • Disclaimer: mentioning of anxiety

↳ Stuck on a seat for fourteen hours is not how Namjoon imagined his Valentines day to go. Though there wasn't really someone waiting for him at home anyways - so maybe being seated next to that cute orange haired model had its favors... 

Standing in the middle of the airport, Jimin peeked over the brim of his sunglasses, watching people pass him by. Some hurrying, some walking relaxed while others were just reading newspapers or seemingly interesting novels. There are people whose faces were beaming with smiles, obviously happy to meet their loved ones. Jimin turned his head a little as he saw tears flowing down a woman’s cheek as she talked to someone on the phone. Biting his lip, he quickly averted his gaze only to come face to face with himself on the cover of a fashion magazine. He chuckled low. Jimin couldn’t even remember when that photoshoot happened. His weeks were always busy and still it was always the same. It was almost like he lived in a bubble. Gym, meetings, photoshoot, interviews, another photoshoot and then gym again. And if he was lucky he could fit in some shopping with Taehyung from time to time.

“Mr. Park? We’re happy to see you traveling with us again,” A young woman bowed and Jimin tore his gaze from observing strangers to the stewardess, smiling and following her quickly further down the airport hallway. He sighed, pushing his sunglasses back up the bridge of his nose, when his gaze wandered over to a man running up to what it seemed like was his girlfriend. A bouquet of flowers in his hands. Jimin scoffed. 

“Isn’t that romantic?” She said, blushing as she realized that she was probably talking too much, when her only job was to get Jimin through the VIP section and onto the right gate making it in time. But Jimin didn’t mind. “It’s valentine's day, you either hate it or love it,” He simply answered, his gaze staying a little too long on the happy couple and only when Jimin got awfully aware of the aching hollowness inside his own heart, he turned away.

He wasn’t really sure which statement was true for him. Maybe it was just because he was a little bitter that he had yet to receive a card from someone that truly meant something to him. Or maybe it was because of all the love centered photoshoots he’s had to do, pretending to be in love with another model – when in the end he was coming home to an empty apartment and no one there to love or hold him.

His life was scheduled from morning till night. Many adored him, but no one ever really touched him. His heart, nor his body.

It wasn’t like he didn’t receive any gifts on valentine’s day. Indeed, he had gotten send a lot – as far as he could tell from the picture that his manager had send him earlier. But none of them could give him what he really craved for. He had enough designer bags and flowers send by companies that only hoped he would accept their offer for a partnership. Or presents send by so-called friend that only wanted to be seen with him on an instagram picture.

There were always so many hands on him, fumbling around at his clothes, his hair, positioning him the way they wanted him to be. But no one ever held him close. No one was interested in Jimin, just in the persona he portrayed in magazines. Sometimes it drove Jimin completely out of his mind and it was draining him immensely. He probably shouldn’t even be thinking about this, when he definitely had a lot to live for and was so grateful for the life he was living and the opportunities he had.

Jimin was so deeply gone in his own thoughts that the stewardess had noticed, so she coughed, motioning for Jimin to put his shoes and his belt into a grey plastic tray with his overnight bag for the flight. It disappeared inside the x-ray machine, while Jimin waited to be ushered through the metal detector. No beep. The young woman waited for him, then lead the way again. She was fast and Jimin had to quicken his steps to keep up.

“We hope you have a wonderful experience on our flight, Mr. Park!” The young woman looked up at him and Jimin just nodded, his gaze wandering over to the plane while the stewardess was scanning his ticket. He sighed deeply, putting on a faint smile before he walked down the corridor, holding on tightly to the ticket.

It had been a quick decision to fly to New York, since Jimin had gotten a sudden offer from a huge magazine to be on their cover. His manager had tried to get him tickets for the next overnight fly right away, while Jimin was already in the taxi driving off to the airport. He smiled when he read over the letters that spelled ‘VIP First Class’ but it faltered pretty quickly when he noticed it wasn’t all there was.

“What the fuck does ‘couple seat’ mean?” Jimin had ushered into one of the corners of the corridor, watching a few people pass him as they headed off to the same plane, while he was angrily talking into his phone.

“It was the only seat that was left, Jiminie. The woman on the phone said that there had been no one else booking this seat, so you just have more room for yourself!” His manager yawned tiredly as the ruffling of bed sheets could be heard from the other side of the phone. “But what if there is someone still booking it? You didn’t buy the other seat too right?” Jimin raked through his hair in a nervous manner, knowing that Jin was always keen on saving money. Jin said nothing and Jimin leaned his head against the metal wall in defeat, “Great.”

“There won’t be anyone else. Trust me, you’ll be fine! I know you don’t like to fly alone or travel alone for that matter and I’ll be with you in a few days. This is a big opportunity…,” Jin was rambling on and Jimin stopped halfway in with listening, as he bit his lip in thought. He knew his manager was right. Maybe he would just have a bigger section for himself, then. He could definitely live with that. Biting his lip, Jimin tried to take a deep breath. “I’ll talk to you in fourteen hours. It will be okay Jiminie!” Jin’s voice was gone and only the beeping sound of his phone was what he could hear.

Namjoon ran along the aisle like his life depended on it knowing damn well that it put him at even more risk to fall over his own feet. But even though this wasn’t a life or death situation for himself his boss sure had talked as if it was one for the company. And his job was really important to him. He couldn’t imagine how the poor sod must feel who was lying at home in bed right now, battling a bad case of an infection while Namjoon was on his way to New York to get to the meeting in time. He was really nervous about having to negotiate in a foreign city with someone he had never met before. However, he was even more anxious about missing his flight right now because the company had just scheduled his flight, booking as last minute as it was possible - and who knew if the flight attendants had gotten the note or if they had already closed the doors.

His fear was without reason though because when he hurried over the runway and reached the stairs he could see the stewardess wait for him with a lenient smile. He almost stumbled in his haste to reach her and when the door of the airplane finally closed behind him he heaved a deep breath. “Thank goodness!” He had just made it in time.

Jimin had eyed the couple’s section for a bit longer, noticing the little table and flat screen tv on one side. Normally each seat had one to its own, but not this one. It was a couple seat after all. The seats were still the same though, the ones one could lean back to turn into a bed. They were looking very comfortable and just like he liked it. He smiled when touched the soft fabric. Jimin always had difficulties with falling asleep so having a comfortable seat was a plus and as long as he was alone no one would even mind if he stayed up all night watching some movie.

Getting into the cubicle that Jimin called his for the next fourteen hours, he tested out the little automatic door that would close him off to the other people. This way he could stay to himself and only stewardess could come in if needed or have been called by him. He pushed his bag under the first seat and placed his jacket on it, then turned to kneel on the other by the window, observing the airport with interest.

Namjoon was led to the part of the airplane where his seat was in and the stewardess was about to bring him there, when she was called back to the captain. She apologized profusely so Namjoon quickly reassured her that it was fine, and he would find his seat with ease. And then took about five further minutes before he actually managed to get there. He was about to say hello to his neighbor when the boy closed the door, not even sparing him a glance. Well, if that wasn’t a great start.

Namjoon had just caught sight of the other for a second but his brightly orange hair had left quite the impression. He was probably an artist. Hopefully he wouldn’t spill paint on his clothes during the flight or something. A bit unsettled Namjoon waited in front of the door to get himself together before a signal of the captain made it clear that everyone should be at their seats now. So, he tried a friendly smile and then knocked on the door.

Jimin tore his gaze away from the window when the announcement was made and only stopped in his movements when he heard the knock and saw someone in front of the small door. He chuckled, thinking it was a fan or someone asking for an autograph. Pushing the button again, he smiled up at the (handsome) stranger, “Can I help you?”

“Yeah, actually you can.” The orange-haired boy oozed confidence and Namjoon could feel himself get defensive. “If you could just move over a few inches please? I’d like to sit down on my seat. The plane’s going to take off of soon and I’d like to get comfortable till then.” He gave the other a curt smile, hoping that the situation would be sorted and the other would just let him go to his seat. As much as he liked meeting new people, still standing on the hallway while he was supposed to be in his seat and securely belted made him nervous.

“Oh?” Jimin took a step back immediately, blinking his eyes in confusion as he tried to get used to the idea of sharing this space, that he had thought would be all his own only seconds ago, with a complete stranger out of a sudden. Great, fucking, great. This made it a lot more complicated for him.

“I am sorry, I thought that…my mana-, I thought it would be only me,” Jimin quickly sat down on the seat by the door, pulling his knees in and on top to let the other pass. He watched him, nervous about the fact that they would be spending so many hours and a night together now.

The cocky facade crumpled quickly and Namjoon relaxed. the other was just a kid and apparently as surprised as himself about this seat situation. So, they would surely be fine together. “Thank you.” He gave the other a more honest smile and then stretched his body out as unobtrusively as possible. He had been on his feet for a while and a whole office day was behind him. If he had been at home he had already made himself a nice cup of tea, maybe some hot soup while turning on some background music. He couldn’t do that here - but if he waited for a bit longer until they were in the air and the lights had been dimmed then maybe he could manage to get some sleep to be refreshed and woke when he arrived.

Jimin tried to adjust himself to the new situation as much as he could. It was still making him nervous though. First, because he was flying alone for the first time in a long time (usually Jin was with him) and second because he was sharing a couples booth with a stranger…that apparently had no idea who he was. Jimin relaxed a little more, sinking into his seat as he placed the belt across his waist when the stewardess came checking to see if they were ready to set off. It would have gotten awkward if the other knew or asked him too many questions. Jimin took a deep breath.

Only fourteen more hours.

Jimin’s gaze involuntarily wandered over to the window again but instead of watching the airplane rolling onto the runway and taking off, his eyes were stuck on the stranger. He let his gaze wander down his body thinking that someone like him could definitely be a model. He had the legs for it. And the face. At least Jimin thought that he looked pretty handsome. Or maybe it was just because Jimin was weak for any man in a suit – though he had to admit this one looked as if he came right out of a ‘Hugo Boss’ commercial. He giggled to himself softly, feeling a weird fluttering in the pit of the stomach so Jimin leaned back in his seat, hoping they will be steady in the air soon.

When the other looked at him and then chuckled Namjoon started to feel very uncomfortable. Was the other laughing about him? Mocking him for his suit? Or his youth? Although that couldn’t be it cause the boy was definitely a few years younger than him. He eyed him from the side and wished he hadn’t because up close the other looked beautiful. No wonder he was laughing at him. But he wasn’t here to win a beauty pageant. He was on a business trip! Namjoon straightened his shoulders and flattened his tie before leaning back into the seat and closing his eyes. Just… just for a little second. Or maybe... a few more. Just until he didn’t feel so tired anymore...

It wasn’t as bad to share the seat with someone who was falling asleep right away. This way, Jimin could decide which movie he wanted to watch on the flat screen in front of them, happily sipping on the wine he ordered himself. It wasn’t like Jimin was drinking much in general – he was a lightweight after all – but since Jin wasn’t here and he could finally be without someone watching out for everything he did, Jimin thought he could treat himself. Therefore, he ended up ordering himself another plate of food and a chocolate cake right after.

“Screw diets,” Jimin mumbled to himself as he dived into the delicacy. As a model he had to constantly watch his weight and go to the gym regularly and Jimin hated it. He had his issues with his self-esteem enough already and hearing that he needed to diet wasn’t helping in his case. But right now, he was all on his own. One of the perks when Jin wasn’t traveling with him. He could think about diets tomorrow again.

The stewardess came by a few more times asking if his neighbor was awake and wanted something to eat, but Jimin shook his head each time. Not even the few turbulences could apparently wake the handsome man up.

Jimin’s eyes were glued on the movie he was watching as he carefully ripped open a package of his favorite type of treat. He licked his lips in anticipation, remembering how he had bought them at the airport quickly, because Jin would have never allowed him to buy them in the first place. With a smile, he finished the first package easily and fished out a second one. There was another turbulence and Jimin gasped when the signal to put the belt back on was blinking. Jimin was glad that Namjoon still had his one on, or else he would have needed to wake him up and he really didn’t want to do so. This way he had the room all to himself.

Jimin was just about to rip open the second package of his treat, when he got startled by a third turbulence that made him tear the package apart and the chocolate covered crispy balls were falling all over his lap. “Oh, no!” Jimin whined, quickly collecting them and putting them into a plastic cup, when one rolled right off his lap and over to Namjoon.

His eyes glued on the treat like a predator.

Jimin eyes flickered up to the corridor, watching left and right to see if one of the stewardess were around, but everyone was on their seats, either sleeping, watching a movie or waiting until the sign went off again.

“Five second rule,” Jimin mumbled to himself and quietly opened the clasp of the belt. Jimin kept down, halfway kneeling (so none of the stewardess could see him) as he tried to reach through Namjoon’s legs to get to his favorite snack. He knew this was a pretty desperate action, but he was desperate. Jimin hadn’t had those kind of snacks in years! And he told himself it wouldn’t be nice for the stranger to wake up and instantly step on some chocolate, ruining his shoes or the carpet of the airplane. Jimin couldn’t let that happen, right?

But no matter how much he was stretching himself he couldn’t reach the chocolate ball. So, he got up again, looking over to Namjoon who was still fast asleep and Jimin felt a pinch of jealousy for a moment. What would he give to be able to sleep through three hours straight like that guy?

The lights in the airplane were dimmed, so Jimin carefully moved closer to Namjoon hoping that no one would see him. He leaned over his legs, holding onto the wall of the airplane on the other side to steady himself, as he hovered over him, slowly reaching in between Namjoon’s legs. He stuck his tongue out in concentration, his hand almost touching the treat and a smile was forming at his lips – when another turbulence hit the plane and Jimin fell face forward with a broken off yelp.

Namjoon had slept perfectly, the dulled background noises just enough to keep his sleep light and refreshing while having only Jimin as a seat-neighbor had ensured that no annoying sounds like children screaming or someone snoring or talking could steal his rest away from him. That was until a sudden weight in his lap and an undignified yelp kicked him clean out of dreamland.

Out of reflex he took a hold of whatever was on him right now - which happened to be Jimin’s ass. When he realized what he was doing or rather what Jimin was doing there he ripped his hands away as if he’d been burnt.

“What... what the hell are you doing on my seat!” Which was just a slightly better reaction than ‘get your ass of my lap’. Though turning his head it would have been the more polite thing to do Namjoon couldn’t help but stare and to his horror he realized that having Jimin’s round, plump, perfect ass presented to him like this was more enjoyable than it should be. He swallowed hard when Jimin tried to get up on his feet, accidentally bumping against him again before hitting his head in the confined space. “Do you… need help or something?”

Jimin was struggling, trying to somehow get off the other’s legs with pushing himself up, feeling up Namjoon’s thighs in the process. He mentally took a note at how strong and muscular they felt, despite his first thought that Namjoon wasn’t one who would do a lot of sport. “I just… ahhh,” Jimin felt a strong grip on his arm pulling him up and so he let himself fall onto his bottom on the floor right next to Namjoon. Looking up at him with blushed cheeks, Jimin was rubbing the spot where he hit himself on his head a little, trying to come up with a plausible reason why he just hung over a strangers lap. But there was nothing, so Jimin quickly settled for the truth, even though it sounded pretty desperate.

“Hi…ehm…I just…listen,” Jimin started off, blinking up at Namjoon, “I am on this horrible diet and I finally was able to get some of my favorite snacks. You know those chocolate crispy balls? I love those! And then there was a turbulence and they fell all over the place and…,” He took a deep breath as he was talking quiet fast, trying to explain himself, “So one fell between your legs and I just wanted to reach for it because… I really wanted to eat them. You know the five second rule? Anyways…there was another turbulence and I landed on your lap.”

Namjoon looked at him in confusion - and then broke into full blown laughter. This beautiful guy in the high class seat wearing designer clothes had just more or less draped himself over his lap to fish for one single tiny chocolate ball and even mentioned the five second rule that Namjoon had last heard off in kindergarten. “Oh boy, I don’t want to know what you would do for a Belgian chocolate bar then.” The words were out before he realized how suggestive they sounded - especially knowing that he had one of those chocolate bars in his bag. They were his treat for very important work stuff that made him nervous, just as the meeting he was flying to had made his heart beat faster at the beginning of the flight. Though right now the orange haired guy easily beat that meeting with the way he messed with his heartbeat.

Jimin had only blushed more, hiding his face behind the palm of his hands in shame only looking up when he realized that Namjoon wasn’t mad at him. “I…I never had one actually,” Jimin said, still sitting on the floor when a sound appeared, informing the guests they could open their belts again. “But I shouldn’t be thinking about more chocolate. I probably ate way too much already anyways. Jin will be so mad at me,” Jimin mumbled and then pulled himself up by holding onto the strangers leg again. “Hi, I’m Jimin, Park Jimin,” He smiled reaching out his hand for Namjoon to take.

It looked unbearably cute, the way the other blushed and looked up at him from his spot on the floor. Namjoon was glad that Jimin was too busy trying to get up to notice the fond smile on his face. “Oh, then you’re definitely missing out on something.” He took Jimin’s hand and shook it, “Nice to meet you. I’m Kim Namjoon.”

As with Jimin’s comment he kind of had an excuse to check out Jimin’s body he did just that before answering. “I very much doubt Jin would see anything unless you’ll manage to get chocolate on your shirt or downright tell him. You could actually gain a few pounds. Just looking at you makes me feel hungry. What are you, a model?” He was joking actually but Jimin didn’t laugh.

Jimin pursed his lips a little, waiting for Namjoon to realize that he was exactly that. When the other’s facial expression changed as the realization hit him, Jimin chuckled and got over to his seat again, only this time he stayed turned towards Namjoon. He reached for the cup where there were some more of his chocolate treats and offered them to Namjoon. “Maybe you should stop looking at me then if you get hungry from it,” He chuckled and then added quietly, “You really don’t know who I am, do you?”

“Oh, damn, I’m sorry.” Now it was Namjoon’s turn to be embarrassed. He tried not to judge people but even he sometimes judged People by their looks. He hesitated before taking one single chocolate ball from Jimin because he didn’t want to steal the boy his treats if this was one of the few occasions he could eat them without being scolded. “No, I’m sorry. Should I know you? Honestly, I’m not that much into expensive brands and designer fashion so that might be why I haven’t seen your…walks? Or ads?”

“Then you’re really blind, huh? Ever thought about getting some glasses?” Jimin laughed and pointed down at the stack of magazines that was on Namjoon’s side, ready to be read by the various of people that were flying with this airline. “But no, it’s fine, really. I like it better this way,” Jimin smiled at Namjoon honestly, “You’re cute. Though you should definitely see my walk one day. It’s a shame you haven’t. It’s pretty hot.” The younger winked at him, giggling softly and only when he realized that he was flirting with a complete stranger that he had fallen on only seconds ago, he quickly stuffed his face with the rest of the chocolate.

Namjoon’s eyes widened when one of the magazines actually had a picture of Jimin on the cover, not with his orange hair (he would have seen that immediately) but in a soft wine color instead. It made him look more sophisticated and elegant than youthful and fresh, but it suited him just as well. “Wow, I guess you didn’t lie then with being famous.” He nodded in acknowledgement. “I might have seen you and just not recognized you. You can bet I’m going to recognize you from now on, on every magazine cover and chocolate advertisement,” He teased him slightly and then added, “And I don’t need to see your walk to know that your hot. I might need glasses, but I can see that.” He smiled back at him daringly, with the same flirtatious energy than Jimin’s wink.

“Oh, thank you,” Jimin answered sweetly. He was so used to hearing compliments like that all the time, so it wasn’t really something new when Namjoon complimented him on his looks, only the flirtatious smile let his own heart beat a little faster. “I hope you remember me now that you had me on your lap. I usually only do things like that after a few dates,” Jimin just kept on flirting, liking how comfortable it felt talking to Namjoon. “Why are you headed off to New York, Namjoon? If you don’t like designer and anything else rich and famous…then why are you in a first class seat? It must have been a quick decision, when Jin called he said I would have this space to myself since no one else booked it.”

“Well we might have crossed a time zone on our way so if it makes you feel better you already knew me for two days before using me as a seat. Jin is your manager then I guess?“ He had thought he was a friend on a health trip at first because who else would be mad at you for eating chocolate but with his model background it made more sense now. “It’s work related - and yeah. it was pretty much last minute, I’m just filling in for a colleague who got sick and I actually had to run to reach the flight. I didn’t know it would be like this but five minutes later and I would have missed the pleasure of getting my thighs groped for a chocolate ball.”

Jimin bit his lip, averting his gaze a little when he felt his cheeks heating up again. How was it possible for Namjoon to make him so easily flustered?

An hour later, Jimin still had no answer for that question but a lot of anecdotes and stories about Namjoon’s office and co-workers. He knew about a guy named Jungkook, who was apparently trying to get Namjoon’s validation for every presentation even though that kid was doing amazing work. When Jimin had tried to subtly tell Namjoon that the other might be in love with him he only waved him off. He also knew about a guy named Yoongi now, who always showed up too late at work and Namjoon had to cover for, but he did it over and over again, because he was his best friend after all. Jimin loved those sweet stories, listening attentively as he imagined Namjoon’s life. It sounded so full of love, great friendships and happiness that Jimin envied him a little. Namjoon had loosened his tie while talking and Jimin’s gaze wandered over his chest for a moment, sipping on his drink quietly while he was only half-way listening about why Namjoon was so nervous about that presentation in New York.

Namjoon wasn’t the type to spill his heart easily but with Jimin it was different. Maybe it was the flight situation with sitting next to someone for countless hours in a confined space knowing you’d never see that person again or maybe it was that Jimin had started being open to him first, telling him about his diet and Jin and his last photoshoot that had been about love and eternal emotions apparently for Valentine’s day which meant it would come out today. Namjoon wondered if the longing and the hint of sadness in Jimin’s eyes had really been there or if he had just imagined it. He knew what it felt like to be around people, and he had people he loved and that loved him; his family, his friends… still it was different to have a ‘special someone’ by your side that you could fully share your heart with.

Jimin yawned, stretching himself on his seat, only noticing now how quiet the airplane had gotten. There was only the sound of the engine audible with a few whispers of some passengers. He dreaded the moment everyone was about to go to sleep and if Namjoon hadn’t been in here with him, he maybe would have tried to just stay awake all night – but him being there made it difficult. There was no way he could watch TV without waking Namjoon or play games on his phone all night.

He excused himself to the bathroom for a moment, washing himself up and brushing his teeth, trying to think about how the hell he should get himself to sleep. Jimin was tired. Hell, he was so fucking tired. When he washed off the concealer under his eyes, one could see it pretty clearly. But it wasn’t always so easy with falling asleep, when you hated being alone, feeling cold and getting sucked into your own thoughts every god damn night. Jimin shook himself, splashing some more water into his face to keep himself out of panicking. He would just lay down and chill. That’s all. When he came back, Jimin smiled at Namjoon, closing the door behind him. He got out his bag from under his seat and then simply started undressing and putting on his pajamas (which consisted only of a t-shirt and boxers).

When Jimin came back from the bathroom he looked different to Namjoon. He had obviously lost the makeup which made him look just as beautiful but a little more tired, a little younger, a little softer around the edges. He looked sleepy. And as soon as he sat down he was starting to change into his pajamas, stripping right in front of Namjoon without a single care.

“Uhm, Jimin, wait.. would you mind… to let me out maybe? I should go to the bathroom as well.” Honestly although Jimin didn’t mind showing off, Namjoon was pretty certain he would keep staring at the younger’s beautiful skin - and flirting was one thing but drooling over someone while he undressed in front of you knowing that it meant absolutely nothing to Jimin would have made the entire situation feel pretty uncomfortable. So, he hurriedly took his stuff and tried to sneak past Jimin without looking too closely at his naked chest.

“Oh? Oh!” Jimin mentally slapped himself for his carelessness. He was so used to getting undressed and dressed again in front of strangers that he hadn’t even cared to ask beforehand. “I’m sorry. I’m just so…used to it,” He apologized again and pulled his legs in so Namjoon could pass him easily. The younger cursed himself when Namjoon was gone, quickly putting on his clothes and finishing getting ready for bed before he could do more embarrassing stuff. He laid down on his side, reaching for one of the magazines as he waited for Namjoon to come back. He read through some gossip, ignoring the ads with his face on it, when his eyes fell onto his name on one of the gossip pages. He only read a few lines, tossing the magazine away from him in anger and back onto the table. His heart beating a little faster, making him feel anxious.

Namjoon came back with a clean face and brushed teeth, but he hadn’t been able to change in the small cabinet, because there had been people waiting outside already and he also hit his elbow even trying to move in there. He was way too tall and lanky. So, when he came back he felt a little stupid to ask Jimin to turn the lights off for him to be able to undress but it was either that or sinking through the ground in shame while trying to do it as quickly as possible while hoping Jimin wouldn’t look. Not that he thought he was ugly, but he still couldn’t compare even slightly to Jimin’s model physique. “Uhm, would you mind if I turned off the light for a second? Just to change clothes.”

Jimin cocked up an eyebrow at Namjoon but shrugged his shoulders, nonetheless. Of course, he wouldn’t mind, but he also wouldn’t mind taking a peak at Namjoon’s body. “Sure,” Jimin turned a little away from the other, so he could comfortably change in the dark but when he heard him curse and a dull sound, sounding like some bone hitting the wall was audible Jimin couldn’t help but laugh. “Do you need help over there?”

“Yes, thank you, why don’t you show me how to slip out of my clothes as gracefully as you did so that I can…,” What started as a snarky remark ended in a breathless yelp when he actually felt Jimin’s hand on his upper arm, reaching for where he was still clothed in the dimmed light and touching a lot of naked skin in the process. Namjoon held his breath, glad that the light was out or else Jimin would have seen his surprised (and heated face). So instead of turning the light back on to end this and make it easier he kept it dark, curious as to how far Jimin would go.

“You’re just stuck, Namjoon,” Jimin giggled softly, feeling up Namjoon’s arms and then his chest to see where the problem was. Jimin should probably feel strange touching Namjoon like that, but it felt good to him. His skin was warm, and he radiated so much heat that Jimin had to keep himself from leaning in and just hugging him tightly. He would have loved to just feel how it was like to be hugged by him and Jimin wondered if his embrace would feel as safe as he imagined it to be. But instead of that, he pulled the fabric of his dress shirt down again to open up the buttons that Namjoon had forgotten, letting go off him right after. “There you go,” He whispered, feeling a bit breathless when he realized that Namjoon’s chest was naked now. No tank top. Nothing. Jimin gulped heavily.

“Thank you.” His voice came out a little too soft and breathy and he hurried to pull the long sleeve shirt over his head and the simple black sweatpants up his hips. Only then did he turn on the light again. He felt a sense of pride when he checked his shirt and saw that he did not step in every sand trap available: His shirt was neither inside out nor back to front. He looked over to Jimin who only wore a shirt and where his blanket had come up a little he could see his bare legs sticking out, so he must wear shorts to sleep. “Won’t you get cold at night?” He asked carefully.

“Hm?” Jimin looked down at his leg and pulled it in and under the blanket again, “I always get cold, no matter what I wear. I got my blanket and if I need more I just ask one of the stewardess.” He smiled up at Namjoon, before he got out his tablet, yawning in the process. “You can switch off the light anytime you want,” Jimin said, opening his emails to check to see if there was anything new, “You seemed pretty tired before, so don’t worry about me.”

Namjoon swallowed down his comment that with as little body fat as Jimin had it was no wonder that he was cold - and he also refrained from suggesting to keep him warm instead of asking for a second blanket. It felt really tempting to reach out for Jimin and pull his petite body close to him. He could probably curl perfectly around him like the bigger spoon and have Jimin feel warm and safe and cared for instead of just leaving him cold and checking his emails.  He had seen the shadows under Jimin’s eyes, so he wondered why the younger didn’t just use the time during the flight to nap a little. “Only if you join me,” He answered instead, with a little smile in an attempt to talk Jimin into sleeping as well.

“J-join you?” Jimin blinked up at Namjoon, confusion written all over his face. “Oh, you mean…that I should sleep as well…,” He quickly realized his own mistake of misinterpreting his words, blushing again. For a second Jimin had thought that Namjoon had meant to come over and sleep next to him and with how desperate he was, Jimin probably would have said yes. He knew how pathetic it sounded, but it was what he needed: someone to hold him until he falls asleep safe and sound.

Jimin was always a person who needed the affection of other people and as much as he loved his job, it was also making things complicated. Friendships weren’t deep and one had always had to be careful who you could trust. Dating wasn’t really something that Jimin liked to do anymore. People only wanted to be with him, because of who he portrayed and not for who he really was. He had been taken advantage of one too many times. His body wasn’t even really his anymore. Other people decided how he should look most of the times, though the orange hair was a bit of a rebel against Jin – but it turned out the exact opposite when the other loved the look advertising it to their social medias and potential offerors. There were fans, photographers, stylists touching you all day but at the end of it, he was still alone. When he came back into his apartment, it was cold and empty and there was no one waiting for him. It was just him. No one really held him and at night it got the best of him. It had gotten worse lately. Sometimes he was better and Jimin could work with his anxiety and other days, he was crying himself to sleep until the exhaustion was just stronger than everything else. Taehyung was his only friend and to his luck, he was really clingy himself – so Jimin enjoyed it when he was there, and he could finally have someone that genuinely held him and hugged him tight. But his best friend was a model, too and so he was gone a lot, leaving Jimin alone again. Nonetheless, he was grateful for the life he lived – he really was - for the opportunities he had, the security, the things he owned, but in the end, his life was shallow, and it was draining him. And this stupid valentine’s day didn’t make it any better for him. It made it only worse.

And just as he had expected, Jimin was tossing himself back and forth. He had tried to just lay still, look up at the ceiling, listening to the monotone sound of the engine and the snores of the people around – but it didn’t help, he was still wide awake. It was always the same. The tossing and turning, the thoughts that pulled him under and without someone by his side that knew what Jimin needed, it was even worse. He had thought it wouldn’t get too bad, but with Namjoon next to him, someone who really needed the sleep, Jimin tried his best to act normal. To suppress every anxious emotion that fought its way up, trying to choke him. So, Jimin had searched for his earphones in his bag to listen to an audiobook on his phone, trying to be as quiet as possible but he must have forgotten them at home. He turned again, taking the cushion from under his head to hold onto it tightly – but now it annoyed him that there was nothing soft that he could lay his head on. Jimin reached for his phone again, blinding himself with the light of his screen for a second only to sigh again when he saw nothing that interested him. Just one message of Jin that reminded him of the address where he needed to go as soon as they landed and the time ticking – that only was mocking him for still being awake. Jimin could feel the familiar feel of something constricting his airways, so he closed his eyes taking a few deep breaths just as he had learned it, counting down from ten in between each deep breath.

At first Namjoon had dozed off but with all the tossing and turning Jimin did he quickly came awake again. And it just didn‘t stop! The other was so restless that he couldn‘t hold still for one single minute. Namjoon was half amused when he opened his eyes and saw that Jimin didn‘t simply turn from left to right, no, he was busy doing one thing after another, hugging his cushion, searching for something in his bag, checking his phone, returning the cushion to its original place… either Jimin didn‘t even want to sleep, or he had way too much restless energy in his system.

When he spoke, the amusement was clear in his voice, mixing with the sleepiness that weighed him down. “Are you always like this? Restless as a windup toy, aren‘t you. There are special blankets for this, with weighted filling all over. It feels a little like someone is holding you down – the nice way. Maybe you should try that?“

Jimin jerked violently when Namjoon’s started talking to him out of a sudden and then he groaned, feeling ashamed that he had woken up the other for the second time today. “I’m sorry,” He mumbled, turning on his side so he could look at Namjoon. The airplane was completely quiet, but the sound of the engines. “I didn’t want to wake you up again,” He sighed, rubbing his hands over his face and then through his hair, “I’ll try and keep quiet and just stay still. I’m just not...very good with falling asleep because of various reasons...but you don’t want to hear about that.” A faint smile appeared on his lips and Jimin pulled the blanket a little more over his shoulders, shivering from the cold. “Just go to sleep, Namjoon. Don’t worry about me, I’ll stay silent. You need rest and save up your energy for tomorrow.” He mumbled sleepily, yawning in between words but despite his tiredness, his eyes stayed wide open.

“Don‘t be. I‘ll fall asleep easily again if you keep calm this time,” He answered, “Also I‘d say you‘ve got just as many reasons to rest than I do. So why don‘t you tell me what‘s wrong? Who says I don‘t want to hear about those mysterious reasons anyway? Maybe I can help?“ When Jimin didn‘t answer he gently pushed a little further trying to lighten the younger‘s consciousness with a little bit of humor. “I don‘t have a great singing voice so lullabies are probably not an option and it would be pretty difficult to get you warm milk with cinnamon and honey on this flight but I‘m open to any other suggestions.“ It was pretty obvious that Jimin was embarrassed about not being able to sleep but Namjoon couldn‘t see anything embarrassing about it. He was friends with Yoongi after all who kind of constantly lived with insomnia and as long as Jimin‘s sleeplessness didn‘t come from too much partying or sleep suppressants then nothing spoke against offering his help.

“It’s embarrassing, Joonie,“ The nickname slipped from his lips so easily, when Jimin cuddled a little tighter with the cushion, trying to keep his voice down so there wasn’t anyone eavesdropping. Namjoon held his breath in surprise when Jimin called him that nickname. No one had called him that in a long time, not even Yoongi did it. He had no idea if Jimin knew someone with that nickname or if he’s just had a lucky guess, nonetheless it hit him right in the heart. Was there anything more intimate than being called by a beloved name? At least nothing that didn’t involve touch…

“It’s just…,” Jimin sighed deeply and bit his lip, contemplated whether to tell Namjoon or not. It felt like he had already spilled so much about himself in the past hours to the other, who he should still think of as a stranger – but he didn’t. Namjoon felt so much closer to him than some of the people he called his friends. So, Jimin decided to just tell him. They would never see each other again anyways, so why not risk baring his heart a little, maybe it could lift the heaviness and he could take a deep breath after, sinking back into his cushion. “I can’t sleep when I’m alone.” Jimin whispered.

After Jimin’s confession he was even more confused. Softly Namjoon answered, “But you’re not alone right now. I’m right next to you. Or does it have to be someone you know? Someone you trust?” Maybe Jimin couldn’t sleep because he was afraid to let himself be vulnerable in front of a stranger? So, he hurriedly continued, “I’d never take advantage of you in your sleep! You can trust me on that Jimin. And I wouldn’t take pictures either!” As a well-known model the younger was probably really cautious about what kind of pictures got public. Maybe some paparazzi had taken unflattering pictures before?

“No, that’s not it. I’m not afraid of you…it’s…don’t get me wrong, I really love what I do,” Jimin hid his face, blushing a little as he kept on explaining, “There are just so many people around me all the time, but I can’t help but feel lonely. They always touch me, push me, pull me everywhere but no one holds me. Like, really, actually, holds me tight. I know it is stupid and I shouldn’t be so whiny, but it has gotten worse lately. The anxiety…I just…need someone,” He chuckled low to himself, “It’s pathetic, really. Taehyung…he’s my best friend. He always stays over at my apartment, so he can hold me while I sleep or else…I just can’t. My thoughts keep on spiraling. But he is a model, too. Therefore, he is working a lot, so I’m still by myself and then… oh god, this is so embarrassing.” He peaked through his hands and then looked at Namjoon, “Do you know what a professional cuddler is?” Fumbling around with the blanket nervously, Jimin averted his gaze, “You pay someone to hold you, cuddle you. Jin had the idea…so…that’s what helps me sleep. And I usually don’t travel alone, so Jin plays with my hair or I can sleep with my head on his lap when he is around…oh god, I am so whiny, I am so sorry, Joonie.”

Namjoon definitely hadn’t expected that explanation but it made sense now why Jimin was tossing and turning so wildly; there was nothing to lean against, the sets had free spaces all around them and to Jimin it must feel like the opposite of what he wanted.

Namjoon looked at the other, contemplating his next words very carefully. Maybe Jimin had just shared this with him because he hadn’t let it go and offering to help after knowing how intimate his issue was would make him feel even more uncomfortable. On the other hand, going so far as to pay another person to hold you meant that Jimin didn’t shy away from unusual concepts so maybe he should offer and then simply wait how the other reacted? His motive might not be entirely selfless but if it helped Jimin sleep then they both got something from it, right? Namjoon sat up a little more so that he could look at Jimin properly before asking, “Would it be inappropriate of me to still offer my help in this?” It was vague enough for Jimin to decline without Namjoon losing his face with it.  

Jimin’s eyes widened at Namjoon’s offer, looking at him with big, hopeful eyes. “Y-you want to cuddle me?” He asked a bit confused and wary – but also he was freaking internally because if Namjoon really was offering his help then he would get to be close to him. Very close. It made his heart skip several beats. “You don’t have to if you don’t want to. I can just…I don’t know ask for an extra cushion or something,” Jimin said, his heart beating a little faster at the thought of Namjoon cuddling him – or maybe it was just his anxiety. It couldn’t be that a stranger he had only met a few hours ago could do that to him already, right?

“I’m actually offended that you think you could make up for my excellent cuddle-techniques with a simply extra cushion.” Jimin didn’t seem to be taken aback by his offer, quite the opposite, “Or are you may be afraid you’d like it too much and have to tell Tae that you’ve found a better cuddle-buddy?” His easy talk masked a little that he wasn’t quite as casual about this as he let on; his heart had picked up speed and his palms had started to get a little sweaty, so he quickly wiped them on his blanket before reaching out for Jimin. “Come on, what do you have to lose? If it feels bad you can just go back to pirouetting in your seat.”

Only my heart, Jimin thought to himself and bit his lip to keep from smiling.

He got up from his seat and reached for Namjoon’s hand, who pulled him in slowly and onto his seat. He kneeled carefully onto the soft cushion, looking down at Namjoon, feeling a tad breathless. “You know if someone walks by now that it will look quite…daring,” Jimin giggled quietly, looking over his shoulder to see if someone was passing by – but there was nothing but soft snoring from the people around, while the booth was shutting them out from everyone else. Jimin let his hands wander up to Namjoon’s shoulders, steadying himself a little, “H-how do you want to…like…do it?”

“Don’t worry, even if someone sneaks a peak over the door into our private section then this person clearly has an issue about boundaries and personal space - and how should anyone know how long we’ve known each other? I didn’t see any signs that prohibited cuddling, did you?” He laughed soft and airy. “You make it sound like we’re up to something really foreign and complicated. I’m just going to hug you. Just arrange my arms to make it comfortable for you, the way you would do it with Tae, if he was here.” Namjoon tried to be as malleable as possible to make this easy for Jimin.

“O-okay,” He breathed out softly, Jimin’s hand caressing down Namjoon’s right arm to put it around his waist. He carefully pushed Namjoon to lay down and then settled in next to him. Jimin instantly felt more relaxed, as he arranged himself a little more. The warmth that Namjoon was radiating seeped through him, making him feel so soft, making him feel something that he hadn’t felt in a long time. This way, he was lying face to face with Namjoon, his arms around him while he could rest his head on his arm. “Can…can you pull me in a little closer?” He asked quietly, gazing up at him, “Only if you’re comfortable with it though.”

Jimin’s breath fanned warm against his neck and collarbones and Namjoon suppressed a pleasant shudder. “Of course.” It was easy to be close to Jimin. As shy and awkward as the younger had acted before now he simply found his space against Namjoon’s body as if it was completely natural to him and they had done this countless times before. Or maybe Jimin was just used to fitting his body shape to different people if he hired one or possibly different professional cuddlers in different cities. Namjoon couldn’t imagine how dependent the other must feel knowing that he could only sleep if someone was close to him. He pulled Jimin further into his embrace, the grip around the younger’s small waist tightening while Jimin curled further up against his chest. Like this he could perfectly kiss Jimin’s temple if he wanted to. It was funny how the physical closeness made it so easy to feel an emotional connection as well.

Namjoon blamed their sleepiness.

“Y-you feel so warm, no one feels so warm,” Jimin mumbled after a while, nuzzling his face against Namjoon’s chest. The younger closed his eyes for a moment, his hands caressing up Namjoon’s back, while he felt like he could fall asleep right away. It felt so good, so familiar – as if he belonged in Namjoon’s embrace who’s hold was strong and secure. Jimin felt like free falling. “Thank you,” He said quietly, turning his face a little so he could look at the other again, “Really…it means a lot to me. You don’t know me and still…,” Jimin paused, his heart skipping a beat, “It doesn’t feel like it, right? Like that we didn’t know each other before? You feel so…” The younger averted his gaze down to Namjoon’s chest while his hand was wandering down further his back, carefully slipping under Namjoon’s shirt to catch more of the warm skin.

“I think I really do like this a little too much.”

Namjoon’s heart skipped a beat when Jimin’s fingers carefully slipped under his shirt, skimming his bare skin. He was too breathless to answer right away so he simply nodded instead, hoping Jimin would know that he agreed. He kept awfully still, trying to breathe evenly because he felt like it would otherwise be obvious that his breathing had become faster the moment Jimin had started to lower his voice, whispering against his neck. This was to help Jimin sleep and if he didn’t get his body under control then he would get himself into trouble. Thankfully there was still a bit of Jimin’s blanket between their hips and Namjoon would make sure that it stayed that way.

Jimin’s hand was only feeling up more of his soft skin, pulling himself closer. “Is this okay?” He asked carefully, feeling a little out of breath himself, “Normally…with a professional cuddler you have some kind of contract…about…boundaries and stuff.” Jimin licked over his lips slowly, resting his head on Namjoon’s chest again, drawing little patterns into his skin as he yawned cutely. Though he still was sleepy and Namjoon’s hold calmed him, his heart was beating so fast that he didn’t feel tired anymore. Right now, he wanted everything else but sleep. He wanted Namjoon. Closer. So close. When Jimin looked up like this, his lips were almost touching Namjoon’s – both only a few inches apart and Jimin couldn’t tear his gaze away from the other. “Just tell me if you…,” The way Jimin’s hand was all up to Namjoon’s shoulder blades now was making his shirt rise a little and Jimin could feel the soft skin of Namjoon’s stomach, “…want me to stop.”

Shit, shit, shit! When he had offered to hold Jimin to help him sleep he really had wanted to make it easier for the other to relax, maybe enjoy being close to someone nice as well. But right now, he was so far from sleeping - or maybe not far enough. It was still pretty much dark because they had kept the lights out of course and they could only see each other vaguely because their eyes had gotten used to it and there were a few symbols still lighted, like the emergency exit. It also made it a lot easier to feel comfortable enough to consider crossing a line or two - which wasn’t what this was supposed to be. Jimin had gifted him his trust, giving into his desire and kissing him would be a really selfish, reckless move that was so far from offering the other sleep-support that he should be ashamed of himself for even thinking it! Still the wish had manifested in his mind and seemed impossible to block out.

“I can’t sleep right now,” Jimin breathed out as he propped himself up on one elbow to look at Namjoon more closely, “Not because you don’t feel good…but because, you really, really feel good. Too good.” He probably was stupid for what he was about to do next, but if he interpreted the signs right and if he trusted his own heart in this, Namjoon wouldn’t push him away. Jimin could hear Namjoon’s heartbeat against him, the way he had leaned into his touch and blushed, he had felt his heated skin. Leaning in slowly, Jimin watched Namjoon’s reaction carefully as he placed a soft kiss on his neck. When the other didn’t push him away, nor screamed at him to get off him, he placed another a bit further up. Then one right below Namjoon’s ear. Jimin smiled, when Namjoon’s hold tightened around his waist – so he placed another kiss on his jaw.

Namjoon must be dreaming. Maybe he had fallen asleep after all and this was what his desperate mind produced. Though he could never come up with how good Jimin’s kisses felt on his skin. His lips were warm and soft and just plush enough to feel gentle and daring at the same time. “Don’t.. don’t do this if you don’t want me to react to it,” He warned him quietly, voice low and tense. He was still holding onto his self-control although it was dwindling rapidly. His grip around Jimin’s waist had tightened and he knew that if he just pushed a little against the others shoulder he would be able to turn Jimin onto his back to lean over him and taste his sweet, talented mouth…

Namjoon swallowed down the sound that threatened to spill when Jimin ignored his words and just kissed his neck again, right below the pulse point where Namjoon could feel the touch so intensely it had him shuddering under Jimin’s mouth.

“I want you to,” Jimin whispered softly against his skin, his hand caressing down Namjoon’s back until he was right at the hem of his pants. He followed it, then slipped his hand under his shirt again only this time he was caressing up Namjoon’s stomach, feeling his abs twitch under his touch. “Please,” Jimin bit his lip, waiting for Namjoon’s reaction, while his hand slowly found its way back down.

But Jimin didn’t have to ask him twice if he could barely hold himself back. Just like he had imagined Jimin gave away easily when Namjoon nudged him backwards and then Jimin looked up at him with dark, wide eyes, as if he couldn’t believe it himself what they were doing here. His lips were parted just slightly, and he wetted his lips, just once, and if it was teasing or just a nervous habit Namjoon was gone for it. He delved down and swallowed Jimin’s soft gasp down while he kissed him, heated and demanding. He licked at the seam of Jimin’s lips to beg for entrance and when Jimin let him he deepened the kiss immediately. Jimin tasted sweet, it could be the chocolate he had eaten or just his own taste and a little like mint from when he had brushed his teeth. It was better than Namjoon had imagined it and he didn’t want to stop plundering Jimin’s mouth. Jimin was gone for Namjoon the second he kissed him so deeply and he desperately pulled the other onto him, pushing his hands down Namjoon’s shirt. Never had someone kissed him like this and Jimin almost forgot that they were in an airplane where a stewardess could check up on them any time. But he didn’t care, instead it was pretty easy to lose himself in the way Namjoon was devouring him. He spread his legs a little further and as much as he could to let Namjoon in between them, while his kisses went down Jimin’s neck. He arched his back on instinct, a shiver running down his spine and a soft little whine escaping his lips that he couldn’t stop. Jimin quickly pressed his hand onto his mouth, eyes wide and heart beating fast in fear that someone might have heard him.

“Don’t.” Namjoon took Jimin’s hand away from his mouth, intertwining their fingers so that Jimin couldn’t put it back but also had something to hold onto. “I want to hear you. Cause you sound beautiful like this. Almost... desperate.” His smile turned into a smirk, promising, a little wicked before he leaned back down to kiss the spot over Jimin’s collarbone that had teased the sinful sound out of him the first time.  While at first he had felt like Jimin might wear too little to sleep now he was absolutely convinced that he wore too much - and that losing Jimin’s shirt might be what both of them needed. The sleep shirt was loose enough for Namjoon to push it all the way up to Jimin’s shoulders and he was amazed by all the flawless, creamy skin it bared for him. Jimin must care well for his body. There wasn’t even one single rough spot on him, nor were there any bruises discoloration his skin. “Beautiful…,” He knew Jimin must be used to being complimented but the praise came over his lips anyways.

The model blushed nonetheless, hiding his face in the crook of Namjoon’s neck. “You’re handsome, too. I thought so right away…I even felt up your thighs when I was on your lap,” Jimin giggled, feeling carefree and happy. He kissed Namjoon again and each time a soft gasp or whine escaped his lips, the other just held onto his hand, smiling at him. It was so endearing, the way Jimin confessed to having felt him up, torn between showing off his cheeky side and hiding at his neck in embarrassment - as if Namjoon was his safe spot to hide.

“Namjoon but there are other people,” Jimin whispered, another gasp falling from his lips when Namjoon only teased him further. “We…we can’t, right? We shouldn’t…we…,” Jimin’s hands were doing anything but what he was saying, but exploring Namjoon’s body further, moving down to his thighs, so close to where he needed it the most but not daring to touch him there, yet even if he could feel how much it affected Namjoon just as much as he was affected by it all. “I don’t think it’s allowed if we…,” Jimin stopped, looking over to his seat and then back to Namjoon before he confessed bluntly, “I think I have lube in my bag…” He had to bite his lip hard to keep from grinning, his cheeks blushing in a deep red, while he was holding onto Namjoon’s shirt tightly, not sure how the other would react.

Namjoon felt perfectly content with this, making out heavily with Jimin until they were both breathless and flushed and the more they kissed, the more flustered Jimin seemed to get, talking about how they weren’t allowed to do this and probably shouldn’t risk it and...

Namjoon’s arms almost gave out when the other continued and he realized that he had completely misinterpreted Jimin’s words. The younger hadn’t been talking about their make out session. He had been talking about airplane sex!  

“You… you have… you want me to... what?” Namjoon blinked in confusion, staring at Jimin with wide eyes in surprise. Why one earth would Jimin be prepared like that on a plane? Namjoon knew that some people had ‘sex over the clouds’ on their wish list however Jimin was right and it wasn’t without risk. Leaving aside that a one night stand could always be more complicated than planned and end up being awkward especially if you were sharing a couples seat for at least a few more hours. Unfortunately, his morals and his drive weren’t on the same page here. He would have never thought that Jimin would let him have him and now that it was an option the thought alone was enough to have the desire stir awake low in his gut. “You… you would let me have you? Just like that?”

Jimin was nervous, moving a little under Namjoon so that he could reach in between them. “I mean…,” He bit his lip, “You can’t just kiss me like that without expecting a response, do you? The way you move against me?” Jimin arched his back a little, one hand slipping down further between them. He leaned up kissing Namjoon on his cheek and whispered, “Don’t you want it too? We just have to be quiet...close together, under the blanket...” Jimin caressed down Namjoon’s stomach until he came to a halt at the hem of his pants, the thin fabric had already made Jimin feel the arousal coming from him. “Of course, I want to! That wasn’t my point. I just couldn’t believe that you’d trust me so easily after you got shy when I offered to help you sleep. I meant it like that, you know. When I offered I didn’t mean anything else by it. Just... comfort. But I am definitely not complaining.” It was hard to keep calm while Jimin felt him up like that and he was glad that he was lying or else his knees might have buckled when Jimin started the dirty talk without warning, bluntly telling him things that that made him get harder just by listening to him.

 Jimin closed his eyes, leaning his head back as a quiet moan spilled from his lips just because of the thought of feeling Namjoon even closer. So, he caressed over him,  feeling up his length through the thin fabric and Jimin snapped his eyes back open. “Fuck, you’re so big,” Jimin licked his lips slowly, looking up at a very breathless Namjoon, “I will feel you for days...oh, please.”

“You would like that? To feel that you’ve let me have you?” Namjoon still couldn’t believe his luck that someone like Jimin would let him in like that after they had only just met. Biting his lip seductively, Jimin nodded, arching his back a little more into Namjoon’s embrace so he could feel him closer. He easily let a hand slip past his pants, thankful for the pajama pants that gave him easy access and grabbed Namjoon for real. With a soft push, he motioned for Namjoon to lay on his back more, so Jimin could lay beside him as close as possible. Jimin pulled the blanket up a little more, while with the other hand he was feeling Namjoons length up and down, gripping him tightly before he started to jerk him off. “I know you did and fuck it, we can do the holding and comfort part after, okay?” Jimin giggled, leaning in to kiss Namjoon breathless.

Jimin was really going for it and Namjoon was fighting to get back his breath. He almost choked on nothing when he tried to stop Jimin with words, so he took his wrist to pull him off. “Wait, Jimin, wait! Are you sure you’ve got what’s necessary in your bag? And do you have a condom? Cause I won’t fuck you without any of that.” His blush deepened when he confessed, “Also can you please slow down a little. I’m not used to. ..situations like this so I’m pretty...riled up already. It won’t work if I can’t keep myself … you know.” God, Jimin probably thought he was some inexperienced idiot just getting off on a simple touch.

“You’re cute, Joonie,” Jimin giggled softly and then got out from under the blanket, quickly covering Namjoon again to not reveal his half naked state to anyone else. Although the little door to their booth was closed, if people were tall enough they could still see over it and stewardess can come in anytime. Jimin quietly reached for his bag, searching for the lube and some condoms. “It’s actually quite good for dry skin,” Jimin said quietly when he got back onto the bed and gave the items over to Namjoon. “The condoms aren’t really mine I guess…but Taehyungs. But I’ll just buy him new ones. I haven’t had…,” Jimin blushed a little, “Anyone in my life for a while now…”

It didn’t matter if Jimin had said this to make him feel at ease or if it was actually true it still counted as an attempt to not make it awkward between them and Namjoon found it endearing. It also helped with not feeling so out of his depth. “I’ll better prep you well then,” He promised, reaching out for Jimin to pull the other back in and under the cover, kissing him slow and sweet before taking the small packages from him. He quickly checked the expiration date - better safe than sorry - before opening the first one. “How do you want to do this? Do you want to lie down? You could close your eyes and just let me do what might be nice for you and if you’d prefer something different you can tell me or just guide my hand. How’s that sound?” He wanted to make sure that Jimin knew that this wasn’t some quick celebrity fuck for him but that he actually cared for him.

The space they had was pretty confined, so Jimin wasn’t sure, yet how they would make it work without getting caught – they for sure couldn’t do anything extravagant or too loud. He didn’t want that anyways.

“I want to be close to you,” Jimin whispered, his eyes never leaving Namjoon as he slowly got rid of his boxers under the blanket. It only heightened the arousal to not really see anything – but more likely to feel it when Jimin shifted closer, hooking his leg up Namjoon’s waist, his own boxers half way down from when Jimin jerked him off. This way they could kiss all they want, and it was comfortable enough for him to prepare Jimin, while the younger could hold onto him.

“Then we’ll make it close.” Namjoon kissed Jimin’s neck, caressed over the warm, soft skin. Jimin’s body felt as beautiful as it had looked, all lean muscles and smooth expanse of skin. they were so close to each other that he could feel Jimin’s breath hitch more than he heard it when he smoothed his hand all the way up Jimin’s strong thigh and in between his legs. Jimin was obviously as aroused as he was and Namjoon took his time to get a feel for Jimin’s cock, stroking it slow and intense until Jimin was shuddering on his lap. It had been such a long time since someone had touched him, but himself, honestly. And Jimin almost felt pathetic for reacting just as easily as Namjoon did before, losing himself in the pleasure. His hold tightened a little around Namjoon’s shoulders, while his hot breath fanned against his neck. “Ah,” Jimin moaned, hiding his face against his chest, kissing Namjoon’s exposed collarbone in a weak attempt to distract himself a little.

Namjoon gave Jimin a quick kiss on his cheekbone, a kiss you would give a friend or a partner, too sweet for an airplane hookup while jerking someone off. Still he kept going, teasing Jimin until those sweet breathy sounds Jimin made became too much for him to concentrate and so he changed his tactic a little. “Tell me if you want me to do something differently,” The lube had warmed up by now and so he could easily tease a finger against Jimin’s rim without startling the other. Still Jimin twitched a little, either because he was nervous or because he was sensitive. Namjoon hoped the latter - for various reasons.

Jimin moved his hips a little, urging Namjoon on to give him even more. He shivered from the anticipation and when he could finally feel him push in, Jimin gasped, stiffening up for a second before he could relax. He was used to playing with himself, or using toys, but now that Namjoon was stretching him, teasing his entrance so good, he was slowly losing his mind in pleasure. “Mh-more,” He whispered, his lips searching for Namjoon’s to kiss him heatedly, pressing his body against his. The pleasure was rippling through him, making him feel hot and sweaty. A breathy wine fell from his lips as soon as the other pushed in a second finger and Jimin hid in the crook of Namjoon’s neck. “I don’t think I can keep quiet if you…if you, oh god,” Jimin looked up at him, whispering quietly, “How am I not supposed to scream if you fuck me open with your big cock, Namjoon? Will you shut me up?”

Namjoon bit his tongue to keep from moaning at that before kissing the answer back into Jimin’s skin. “Yes, baby. I’ll kiss the sounds right out of your mouth and if you still can’t keep quiet then you can push your face down into the cushions or hide in your arms. You can be quiet for me, can you? Be as good as you should?” He was taking his time with opening Jimin up, rubbing the pads of his fingers against Jimin’s wall, a constant teasing that kept the younger on edge.

Jimin whined quietly, his hand finding their way under Namjoon’s shirt again to feel more of his soft, warm skin again. “I’ll…I’ll be good,” Jimin smiled up at him, feeling a bit dazed from the pleasure already, moving his hips sensually against Namjoon’s fingers. He bit down his lip to keep from moaning, when Namjoon settled on a rhythm, pushing in and out of him. He moved back against him, chasing the feeling of lust and only stopped when Namjoon pushed in another one. “Oh fuck,” Jimin held onto Namjoon tight, trying to relax and let him in. His nails were digging into Namjoon’s back, scratching down his soft skin in the process. “I need you, please, Namjoon,” He mumbled against Namjoon’s shirt, feeling breathless as he laid his head on his chest, jerking with each stroke of pleasure. Jimin was sensitive - and it made it incredibly easy and enjoyable to play with him. If Namjoon hadn’t been filled to the brim with want and desire for him he would have loved to thoroughly take him apart just with his hands. But this wasn’t the time or the place to do this - and he was starting to ache himself.

“Just a little more patience, beautiful…,” He promised before slipping out of Jimin to roll on the condom. He was so concentrated on the task at hand that it hit him like a punch in the gut when he looked up again; Jimin was quite the sight, his eyes were illuminated by the few emergency lights in the dark and the sweat on his skin gave it a gentle glow. “Damn, you’re beautiful.” He whispering, knowing that Jimin might not see it the same way, not as something remarkable or special. But to Namjoon he was. Special.

“Hm?” Jimin’s eyes were big and glistening from the arousal and he only chuckled softly when Namjoon gave him a compliment. “Not as beautiful as you,” He whispered against Namjoon’s lips, meaning every word. To him Namjoon was the most handsome man he had ever seen. Jin might argue with him about that – but he didn’t care.

Jimin leaned over to take the other condom to prepare himself with it and when Namjoon looked at him a bit confused he simply whispered, “Do you want to clean the seats? Thought so.” Jimin laid back down comfortably, his heart beating fast as he realized that he was about to have sex on an airplane on valentine’s day with a stranger. But the moment he looked up, his eyes meeting Namjoons, his worries were all gone again.

“Good point.” He gave Jimin one last kiss before spreading his thighs, pulling Jimin even closer. “Relax…,” He rubbed a soothing hand over Jimin’s hip up to his side until the younger’s breath deepened a little and Namjoon felt like he was ready. He entered him slow and steady, a gasp leaving his lips when Jimin’s body let him in and there was so much delicious heat and tightness around him. “God...,” He groaned low in his throat, “I guess we both have to get creative about how to stay silent in this. You feel…fucking amazing!”

Their bodies were intertwined so tightly into one another and Jimin had hid in Namjoon’s neck to not scream out in pleasure when the other entered him, instead he kissed him on his neck. “Your lips shouldn’t leave mine then,” Jimin cupped Namjoon’s cheek and pulled him in for a kiss, while he could feel the other’s hold tighten around his waist. Namjoon adjusted Jimin a little closer to him, hooking his leg up a little more over his waist so he could thrust up into him, leaving both breathless and gasping. “You stretch me out so good, ‘m so good,” Jimin moaned quietly into Namjoon’s ear, kissing down his neck. They shouldn’t be too rough to better hide what they were doing but Namjoon enjoyed to take it slow anyway. He was savoring it, every minute that he was able to spent so close to Jimin, rolling his hips into him sensual and deep. He could feel it, every time he brushed against Jimin’s sweet spot because the younger tightened up around him for a second making it hard for them to catch their breaths before he pulled back out. It was maddeningly intense and Namjoon was sweating under the blanket.

Jimin on the other hand, was dwelling in the attention, soaking everything up like a sponge and as if he had been starving from affection – which he kind of had. Namjoon was giving him so much more than just closeness right now but a feel of security with the way he held onto him, making sure Jimin felt the pleasure just as much and kissing him sweetly and with a smile on his lips. Jimin couldn’t remember anyone who ever was so sweet and soft with him. It was so easy to lose himself in the pleasure, in the heat and in the way Namjoon cared for him.

Jimin mouthed along his shoulder and neck, leaving kisses everywhere, feeling like he wanted to give him something back only to be thrown back by a thrust that had the pleasure flow through him so hot that it made him throw his head back. His hand caressed up Namjoon’s chest, soothing over his heated skin. “I wish I could feel more of you,” Jimin mumbled, not really sure if Namjoon even heard him or not. He moaned out, quickly hiding his face in the cushion to keep from crying out when Namjoon had found the right spot, teasing it spot on. Namjoon got lost in it, the heat, the rhythm, Jimin’s voice when he whispered against his neck or the way his breath shuddered when Namjoon moved just right. They had tried to be as quiet as possible but Namjoon wasn’t sure if they were doing a very good job, honestly right now it didn’t matter to him. He was caught in pleasure, in Jimin, in everything they shared, chasing for completion.

Jimin could feel how Namjoon was trying to chase his high and at the same time to keep quiet, so he pushed against him, meeting him with every thrust as subtle as he could. “I can’t…oh,” Jimin gasped when Namjoon had gripped his waist tight, pulling him down to meet his slow, but deep thrust. “It feels too good, please don’t stop,” His voice was barely a whisper, his hand wandering down to squeeze Namjoon’s bottom, caressing over his waist and up his back again. He just wanted to feel as much as he could of him. When Namjoon’s thrusts were faltering a little, Jimin leaned in, holding onto him tight, spreading his legs a little more for him. “Kiss me, please,” He whispered against his cheek, searching for Namjoon’s lips almost desperately, while the moan threatened to spill from his lips from the pleasure. His abs were twitching and Jimin could feel himself tightening around Namjoon’s cock. He complied immediately instead of an answer, trying to drag it out a little but they were both too close. It was too good, a little too exciting and fueled by pure longing for each other’s closeness to last very long.  Their kisses turned messy and desperate while Namjoon held the younger in place, abusing his sweet spot mercilessly now that he was about to come. He wanted to take Jimin with him, push him over the edge right before taking the fall himself. “You’re perfect, baby. So good for me.” His broken whispers barely made sense to him, but he spoke them against Jimin’s open mouth, nonetheless, praising him, kissing him, taking him as best as he could.

Jimin smiled against his lips, not really noticing how the tears threatened to spill over with how much he felt cared for. He couldn’t process the emotions he was feeling, and the pleasure made him blissfully unaware of anything else but that. He shuddered, his grip tightening on Namjoon’s arm while he was panting, tightening around Namjoon deliciously. He felt the heat rushing through his veins, shaking him to the core as it exploded right in the pit of his stomach and Jimin had to bite into Namjoon’s shoulder lightly to keep from crying out as he came hard.

Jimin shaking apart under him pulled him right along and Namjoon came shortly after with a low groan that he tried (and failed) to muffle against Jimin’s neck. Then he just laid there, enjoying the aftershocks that ran through him like pleasant waves, catching his breath, listening to their wildly beating heart. Only when he had collected himself enough to make conscious decisions he brushed Jimin’s sweaty hair out of his face and kissed along his cheek bone. “You good?” He felt too exhausted to say more, though it was the good kind of exhausted, the pleasurable buzz still fresh enough in his mind and body to comfortable bask in it.

“More than good,” Jimin whispered, his eyes falling shut from the exhaustion that finally pulled him under. He felt warm, sated, cared for and protected – the perfect combination for him to just fall asleep right away. He sleepily whined a little when Namjoon pulled out and only turned to get rid of his own condom to throw it into the bin. Namjoon was doing the same and Jimin just tiredly wrapped his arms around his waist while Namjoon was still moving around, pulling his pants back up – or whatever, because Jimin didn’t see. He rubbed his eyes, keeping them shut as he was yawning cutely, slowly falling asleep, his hold only tightening around Namjoon. He didn’t care about his boxers right now. He only wanted to sleep in Namjoon’s arm and not think about what tomorrow might be.

Namjoon reached out for a bottle of water and took a sip before addressing Jimin, “Do you want some too?” He was greeted with a muffled sleepy sound - and nothing more. “Jimin?” The younger had fallen asleep on him in record time, he hadn’t even bothered to put on his clothes. “You really are something, hu?” Namjoon chuckled and made sure to wrap Jimin extra secure into the blanket before laying back down next to him. “Thank you,” He whispered even though he knew Jimin couldn’t hear him before taking the younger back into his embrace like before, making sure that both of them were nice and cozy.

Jimin had never fallen asleep so quickly and slept all through the night so deeply that not even the voices around him could wake him up. Not even with Taehyung. Jimin hadn’t loosened his hold all night, instead only had cuddled closer to Namjoon, intertwining their bodies easily as if they were made for each other.

Namjoon’s slumber had been short but relaxing and he woke up slowly and comfortably when the first sounds of breakfast were audible. It reminded him how very non-soundproof the airplane was, and he really hoped that they hadn’t shocked any of the stewardesses with their little encounter last night. If they had however then none of them let anything show when they served them breakfast. Namjoon’s cheeks were aflame while he tried to entangle himself from Jimin a little, but he couldn’t even properly try before the girls had vanished again. All the fuss woke Jimin as well and because Namjoon wanted to make the most of the time that he still had he gently brushed his fingers through Jimin’s hair to indulge himself a little and feel the soft strands between his fingers. “It’s so fluffy.” He chuckled and Jimin’s sleepy mumble, kissing the younger’s temple without a second thought. “Mh don’t s’op,” He mumbled sleepily.

The younger only smiled at the feel of Namjoon’s lips, blinking his eyes open when he slowly came face to face with the situation and the reality of what had happened. “Oh,” Jimin jerked awake when he could feel his naked thighs rubbing against Namjoon’s body, “my…god.” He gulped heavily, looking at the other with big eyes and a very evident, deep red blush on his cheeks. “We had sex,” Jimin whispered, “On an airplane…on valentine’s day and…oh, thank you. I just use some good conditioner I can send you some for free. I have a brand deal.” He smiled brightly, holding on to the blanket to keep himself still covered. “Do…do you know where my pants are?”

Namjoon almost got whiplash from how quickly Jimin hopped through the topics. He stiffened when it first looked as if Jimin would have a full blown case of ‘the morning after-regret���, getting ready to pretend to be fine if they acted as if nothing happened - just for the younger to talk about his conditioner. He couldn’t help it, he broke into laughter, loud and freeing. “Th…thank you that’s very kind. But I actually care more about your hair being soft than mine.” His eyes sparkled with amusement. “And I think the last time I saw your pants was somewhere on the right. I’m sorry it doesn’t get more specific than that.”

Jimin just nodded, eyeing the breakfast warily, his eyes growing big as the plates, as he searched for his pants at the same time, realizing the stewardess must have been in their booth already. “Oh my god, do you think they heard us? Joonie….what if oh my god…I’ve never done this…god I never do these kind of things, what are you doing to me?” Jimin reached for his boxers and quickly pulled them on. He stood up to get dressed completely, brushing through his hair with his hand a smirk secured on his lips. “Either way it was damn worth it. I don’t want to know how you would have…you know…If we would have had more room,” He looked over his shoulder to see if anyone was nearby before he turned to look at Namjoon again. “Thank you though,” Jimin smiled sheepishly, “I think I never fell asleep that quickly.” The more Jimin started to flail the more Namjoon had to try to not burst into laughter again. The boy was too cute. “Yeah, well.. they might have.” The nickname made warmth bloom in his chest and he wanted to pull Jimin in again and kiss him again - but he didn’t. Their little adventure was over. They would land soon. “I really enjoyed myself. You are pretty damn amazing. And I’m not just talking about your body.” He winked at him. “Anytime, baby.”

Jimin almost grew weak in the knees right away again, fighting the urge to just sit on Namjoon’s lap to kiss him. “If you call me baby again I might just jump right out of the airplane because…,” Jimin made a squealing sound that he couldn’t contain, blushing even more. To distract from himself a little, Jimin pointed at the plates of food on their table. It was a couple booth after all, just one small table for two. “Want to join me for breakfast?” Jimin had to bite his lip to keep from smiling. He couldn’t believe Namjoon was still flirting with him, even more openly so now.

“Pity. I like calling you that.” He liked it, how comfortable they were with each other. There was no trace of awkwardness or shame and even though Jimin had freaked for a second he seemed completely fine with it and relaxed around him. It was nice. Dangerously so. Because Namjoon felt like he could get used to this - if only they had the time. “Sure. It’s nice to get breakfast - with a full course meal.” He winked again, hinting that with the ‘full course meal’ he rather meant Jimin but the food.

It wasn’t the last time Jimin was blushing at Namjoons compliments or laughing at his clumsiness. He was just adorable, and he couldn’t take his eyes off him. That was until the sound for them to put on the belts was lighting up again and the pilot was announcing their arrival. Jimin’s eyes were focused on the little window, watching how they got closer to the ground, as he listened to Namjoon talking about some random facts about New York. They let all of the passengers pass them until the airplane was almost completely empty and Jimin had his bag all zipped up. He smiled up at Namjoon who stood behind him in the aisle, fighting the pull to just lean in, kiss and hold Namjoon tight again. They were walking quietly down the corridor, neither saying anything until they walked over to where they were waiting for their suitcases. Namjoon bit his lip, contemplating how to properly say goodbye without ruining the mood. It would be strange to give Jimin his number, right? Jimin would be busy shooting stuff and walking on shows and giving interviews. He would have all the attention he wanted, why care for some random business man he had just met? They had a nice night and a cute morning after - he should leave it at that and not force Jimin to let him down gently.

“Mr. Park?” A voice behind Jimin announced himself and the model turned around greeting the man kindly, who was pushing a cart with a bunch of suitcases on them. When he looked at Namjoon, Jimin chuckled at his expression and how his gaze went back and forth between his one suitcase and Jimin’s many.

“I couldn’t decide, okay? I had all night to pack,” He shrugged his shoulders and placed his hand bag on top. While the driver was ready to keep going, Jimin still hesitated. “Wait…,” Jimin reached into his bag, fishing out a pen before he turned on his heel quickly and grabbed a hold of Namjoon’s arm. He rolled up his sleeve and then stepped closer. With his mouth he opened the top and wrote down his number on his skin. “I figured you’d probably lose a tiny piece of paper and… I didn’t want you to lose this.” Jimin looked up at the other with big, hopeful eyes, “You will call me?” He knew he sounded pretty whiny and pleadingly, but he really hoped Namjoon would and Jimin couldn’t help but feel sad at the thought of not seeing him again. Something about him was special and it wasn’t just the way he was holding him. It took Namjoon by surprise; both Jimin slipping back into his model person effortlessly in front of the guy and him giving Namjoon his number. There was a smile on his face, so big that he could practically feel his dimples showing. “Of course. I’ll call.” He leaned in and gave Jimin a peck on the cheek, fleeting, friendly, nothing that could get Jimin or his image into trouble if anyone saw.

Jimin thought about his encounter on the plane throughout the whole drive to the hotel, caressing over the spot on his cheek repeatedly where Namjoon’s lips had touched him last. He laughed at himself for being so giggly and like a love-drunk schoolboy – but Jimin just couldn’t control himself. He didn’t even care about the scenery, no matter how much he actually liked New York. He wondered which hotel Namjoon was in, if they would see each other again if they were back in Seoul – or if Namjoon decided someone like Jimin wasn’t worth more than a one night stand. He could understand it, there was still the media and press only hungrily waiting for a dating scandal. But despite it all, he wanted to see Namjoon again. He just needed to. It was almost like he could feel his arms still wrapped around his body tightly, holding him and keeping him safe.

Jimin jerked when the door opened and the driver smiled at him. “We’re here, Mr. Park,” He announced and Jimin sighed, trying to push the thought about Namjoon aside and put his work persona on. He needed to get ready for a meeting with the magazine before they would do the photoshoot tomorrow. And then Jimin would be alone in his room. Alone again. He sighed and looked up at the hotel sign, a smile forming at his lips. He loved the suites in this hotel. So, he thanked Jin in his mind (though the other had probably booked it because he would come only a day later staying at the same hotel and Jin never saved money when it came to himself) and followed his driver inside, dreading the moment the night would come again, while he tried to focus on the now.  

It had taken Namjoon a little while to get a taxi, there were no chauffeurs ready for people like him. It might have also been hindering that he was still smiling like an idiot about Jimin giving him his number, checking every five minutes if it was still there. He saved it in his phone the second he sat in a car. He had given the driver the address without knowing anything about the hotel because just like the flight it had been a last minute arrangement made for him (and he had been too busy on the flight to check then) and when they arrived he had to do a double take cause it looked so expensive. He thanked the driver and quickly payed before getting out, his one suitcase firm in hand. There were so many people in the hall that he had to do some slalom lines before being able to check in. His room was on the second floor and Namjoon was glad when he could close the door behind him. He didn’t wish for anyone to be around him, but one person and he didn’t know where Jimin even was right now, so he rather stayed in his room, unpacking, taking a shower, reading through his files again. He would maybe go down into the hotel bar just because, in case he got too nervous or to take a look at its fancy scenery, order himself a single drink and then go to sleep early.

That night, Jimin was tiredly walking through the hotel, yawning from the exhaustion that had sunk deep into his bones. The meeting had turned from a few hours into a whole day of preparations and fittings and then the stylists wanted to check up on him, pulling at him, his hair and trying out different kind of looks to be really sure for the photoshoot tomorrow. He was tired, but back in his suite, Jimin had only tossed himself back and forth while he was zapping through various of tv shows. So, he had gotten up and out of his room to walk around the hotel a little. Jimin hoped it would tire him out, but he hadn’t come far before he dropped down onto one of the luxurious sofas that were placed in the corners of the hallways. He was contemplating about maybe getting a ‘good night’ drink at the bar downstairs, while he was looking out of the window trying to figure out on which floor he was now (he hadn’t kept close attention while he was wandering around).

With the numbers and accounts of the files still in mind Namjoon had wandered down to the bar, taking the stairs to appreciate the soft, lush carpet on each and every step of it. He wasn't sure what drink he would order but he felt adventurous, like something was in the air, promising, enticing…

Out of the corner of his eyes he saw something orange and he smiled because it reminded him of Jimin, so he got closer, see who the tuft of fluffy orange belonged to, just like a bee was drawn to a flower. He startled when he recognized the familiar figure even though Jimin had his eyes closed, looking exhausted and sleepy.

“Jimin?!”

Jimin jerked up the second the familiar sound of voice reached him, and he turned to look at…

“Namjoon?”

The confused expression quickly turned into a happy smile and Jimin wouldn’t be himself if he didn’t let his happiness just guide him. So, he jumped up, giggling while he walked up to Namjoon, embracing the other in a hug right away, squeezing him tight. “What are you doing here?”

It was actually him!

And the moment Jimin hugged him it felt as if the world had come back into focus again, as if Jimin brought a balance that Namjoon hadn’t realized he was missing. It just felt...right. “I was checking out the bar - I’ve got a room here, on the second floor. Are you here with someone or… are you getting a room here too?” He almost didn’t dare to hope, unconsciously holding his breath while waiting for Jimin’s answer.

“Really?” Jimin stayed in Namjoon’s embrace, while the other had wrapped his arms around his waist as if it was perfectly normal for them to do so – as if they had done it many times before. “I…I have the suite up on the fifth floor,” Jimin let his hands wander up Namjoon’s chest subconsciously, noticing the casual outfit the other was wearing. It was way more comfortable and lose, not as tight as fitting as the suit but Namjoon was just as handsome looking. “I had a pretty long day and I couldn’t sleep so I decided to wander around, sometimes it helps to tire me out, you know…,” Jimin mumbled, playing with the collar of Namjoon’s shirt.

“The suite... of course, you have.” He chuckled, low and pleasant. “Couldn’t sleep, hm? I guess it’s good that I know something that will work wonders in helping you sleep. It worked before so... want to try if it works again? With a little more space and a little less having to be quiet I’m sure it’ll make for a nice pre-sleep activity.” Jimin fit into his embrace as if he belonged there. And Namjoon didn’t plan on going against that. Jimin let out a groan, leaning his head against Namjoon’s shoulder.

“I really wanted to ask you out on a date first,” Jimin giggled, wrapping his arms around Namjoon’s waist to feel more of his body against him, not caring that a few people were passing by with their suitcases looking at them quite confused. “But considering I thought we’d be back in Seoul…I guess it doesn’t count, right?” Letting go of Namjoon, he let his hand fall down his arm and to his hand, intertwining them as he pulled the other along all the way to the elevator. Pushing the button, Jimin bit his lip, trying to keep from grinning too much, while his heart was beating into overdrive.

A...date. Namjoon’s heart fluttered. Jimin had wanted to ask him out on a date! 

Namjoon followed Jimin towards the elevator, never letting go of his hand. “Let’s just deal with the more pressing matters now - and start the proper dating back in Seoul. I’d like to make an appointment though, to make sure that you’ll have room in your calendar and no excuse not to let me take you out and show you off and kiss you breathless.” Jimin stepped into the elevator backwards, not breaking eye contact and as soon as the door closed Namjoon was on it. “Though how about we practice the kissing thing a little on our way up? So, you know what you’ll be up for.” Jimin’s cheeks turned a rose color, his heart beating fast at the thought of Namjoon actually wanting to go out with him, too. This could only be a dream, right? He took Jimin’s face in his hand, thumb stroking over his soft cheek before leaning in. “You won’t have a problem anymore with finding someone to hold you at night. I’ll gladly apply for that job from now on.” Then Namjoon sealed his promise with a kiss.

PS: Here’s an extra gif of Minjoon flying back to Seoul together. Jimin probably died his hair again in New York ;)

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[ifeveristoday]

“...You don’t listen to anyone.”

“Nope!”

Angel & Buffy, Hellmouth, Part 1

So this has been the big tease - among others in the Boom! verse. Buffy and Angel had to meet - and whether it would turn romantic? Well, that pretty much was answered in the last few issues of Angel. Angel had to go to Sunnydale, not only for world-saveage purposes but to make friends. Of a sort. And also, all the baddies/omniscient entities in his life kept on telling him that love was going to bring his greatest pain.

Right, says Mr. “I-live-in-a-glass-house-even-though-I’m-a-vampire.”

He doesn’t do happy. So love? Forget about it.

Of course, as anyone who’s ever seen Buffy, the joke’s on him. There’s no time for a full recap of what B/A is and was in the OG canon (and frankly, I’m not the one. As someone who is very picky about BtVS ships, B/A in particular, I have no dog in the eternal battle about who ‘deserved/belonged’ best with Buffy. My only OTP is Buffy/happiness however she finds it. Also let Buffy fuck 2k19, etc. etc.) because what the Boom!verse has done has lifted the overwrought starcrossed/fatedness of it to create something new - the screwball office comedy.

Spoilers for disaster grumpy bats below the cut.

Angel doesn’t believe or have time for this ‘greatest pain greatest love’ nonsense. Buffy has to save the world. Together they’re a roiling mass of stoicism/stubbornness/and misplaced savior complexes. Sounds like endless years of therapy or a tired jaunt through Joseph Campbell, right?

Nope. Think about the campiness and innocence of season 1 Buffy and skip the insta-love retroactive knowledge of S2′s Becoming’s Angel. This is a Buffy and Angel that are annoyed to bits about each other.

Angel views Buffy through a lens of disbelief - one, that this is the Slayer, comma the, and two, Her? Really?

He knows her as an idea - and mostly a bad one.

Buffy figures out who he is belatedly, and spends most of the issue calling him ‘Hunch-y Shoulders Guy,’ ‘Jiminy Cricket,’ ‘Creep-o,’ and ‘Dude that doesn’t even go here,’ before Angel finally tells her his name.

They’re genuine strangers to each other - Angel can’t shake Buffy who wants to know exactly how he knows the things he knows, and also if he knows so much, he ought to know that she’s the Slayer and it’s her job to fight the things in the dark. 

There’s enough evil to go around, children!

She also has zero patience for Angel’s tendency to lapse into self-pitying/resigned guilt trips and calls him out on assuming she needs protection from the Hellmouth.

For his part, Angel tries to be stoic about Buffy coming along, but finally settles into a stunned acceptance that ‘well this might as well happen.’

They slip from rapid-fire interrogation/evasion into a smooth meet-fight cute as they punch out snakes, winged rats, and other demons. Then they’re calling each other by their first names - and in another scene where Buffy lets Angel see her vulnerability and self-doubt (as a nice parallel to the Halloween Dance scene in issue 8 where he asks her what she wants to do)  and he comforts her, telling her she can do something about it. I think about the Angel I met in Angel issue #0 (aka WOC on narrative ice and Angel’s hair shirt is on the inside) and the different way he approaches Buffy. He doesn’t have to protect her or train her. She already has the tools she needs - and as she dives in feet first into the Hellmouth, the strength and conviction to do what needs to be done. It’s Big Damn Hero stuff - but knowing what we know about Buffy now (and Angel), it’s not boring, stirring speechifying to rally the troops. It’s just Buffy. And Angel. Making the choice to do the hard thing - possibly the only thing - so their friends and their world can survive.

This is a chance to see Buffy and Angel as partners in fighting crime (ha) and kicking demon ass and working together without being mired in the tragedy of their will-they-or-they-can’t situation, a slow-burn build-up of trust on a semi-fair playing field (I’m still not happy about the fact that Angel knew about Buffy first but considering he’s kicking and screaming the whole way and the fact that Buffy’s not impressed plus has lingering crush what-if feelings about Robin makes it okay for me) and the sheer comedy that comes from their interactions. B/A being funny without being the butt of a joke or a dismissive snark? It’s more likely than you think when you’ve got the Boom! writers on it.

Ultimately, I know there’s going to be pain involved - because uh, they’re not subtle about this foreshadowing, but the journey to get to that point - I’m still excited to know what’s going to happen. I’m invested. I want to know how they’re going to change each other - for better or worse. I believe that Jordie and Jeremy are going to give the B/A relationship the care and respect that the relationship deserves, just as Jordie has done for Jenny/Giles, and Willow and Xander - hell, she even gave Joyce a long term boyfriend! Relationships are important in this verse, and not just as plot vehicles for drama.

Also, Hellmouth is probably the most exploration we’ve gotten for Boom!Verse Buffy as a character - or a building on of her from issue 8. Buffy is my favorite character from OG canon, but I wasn’t sure of her comic character despite the reasonable 2019 updates - because I admit, I too was stuck a little on the way SMG delivered the Whedonisms and the general sass Buffy has - that’s hard to duplicate in a 2D space, and the art and writing need to work together. I think Jordie had a bumpy start trying to replicate Whedonisms but as the issues have progressed and she found the emotional beat she needed - she doesn’t need to duplicate Joss’s voice. She has her own. And it’s coming through the characters and with Hellmouth, I can safely say, I love this Buffy Summers.

A disclaimer and prerogative to change my mind if all of this goes belly up in the future, obviously.  

😂 

[solastia]

Rogues And Charlatans | 2

Pairing: Yoongi x Seokjin

Word Count: 2,998

Summary: What is a gang leader supposed to do when his longtime rival shows up at his door, beaten and begging for help? Defend their honor, of course.

Warnings & Genre: Mafia!au, Fluff, and poorly attempted crack. There will be light violence, but nothing overly graphic. Maybe one person gets shot point blank. As of now, I don’t think I’ll be putting in any smut, but who knows. Basically, this isn’t a dark and serious mafia fic. It’s just a bunch of crooks in love, y’all.

Yoongi shuffled sleepily from his room, rubbing a bit at his swollen eyes. He’d only managed to get about three hours of sleep, having stayed up to ask around about the people that had Jungkook. Not much seemed to be known about them except that they were the bad kind of bad. The kind that didn’t much care about who got killed on their way to get what they want. Yoongi could be vicious himself, had to be to get where he was, but even he knew not to cross certain lines. He was a bad man, but not evil. And some of the stories he’d been told bordered on insane. He would not feel bad taking these guys out. 

The door to Seokjin’s room was slightly ajar, so he peeked in, snorting at the excessively loud snoring coming from the man. He was nowhere near Namjoon’s level, who could be heard from all the way downstairs if he left his door open, but it wasn’t gentle rumbling either. Yoongi knew the man would deny that he snored even if presented with video evidence, so he simply kept the knowledge to himself. He kinda liked knowing something so intimate about him that he hadn’t known before. 

That was the other thing that had kept Yoongi from getting much sleep. He wasn’t stupid or completely oblivious. He knew that Seokjin was attractive. It was something he’d always been aware of, same as he was aware that grass is green and fire is hot. It was just a fact. He also respected and admired him. He claimed he was his enemy purely for the fact that they were rivals; big time bosses living in the same town were destined to be. He’d fuck around with Seokjin’s jobs and he would return the favor. But they’d never acted against each other in bad blood. In fact, Yoongi felt honored that Seokjin would come to him in his hour of need. That didn’t explain his current feelings, however. 

He’d spent most of the early morning hours with sharp pains in his chest anytime he pictured the way Seokjin had appeared near death on his porch. The thought that the ridiculous fool who didn’t act like a gang leader ninety percent of the time, instead choosing to send his rival birthday presents and Christmas cookies, could have been gone so easily didn’t sit well with him at all. In fact, it felt like one of his own had been attacked, but more. 

Yoongi highly suspected it had something to do with his sudden desire to kiss the other awake. 

He inhaled sharply and promptly turned away from the room, choosing instead to go to the kitchen. Seokjin would probably need another pill when he woke up, so Yoongi put together some porridge for him, along with some bread and fruit. For himself, he just scarfed down a croissant and a couple cups of coffee while he was cooking. Standard fare, to be honest. 

He lugged the heavy tray back up the stairs and entered Seokjin’s room. The snoring was gone although the man’s eyes were stilled closed. He appeared near enough to waking up himself that Yoongi didn’t feel too bad. 

“Rise and wipe up your drool. Brought you some breakfast.” 

Seokjin’s moans as he slowly rose to a sitting position did nothing to Yoongi’s nether regions that anyone could prove. 

Yoongi cleared his throat as he willed his thoughts out of the gutter and set the tray across the other’s lap. He shook a pill out of the bottle on the nightstand and pushed that over, along with a glass of water that the other silently accepted. 

Seokjin’s hair was all over the place, which brought Yoongi no little amount of joy. The man was notoriously obsessed with his appearance, and to be able to see him like this was quite a treat. He was sure that he didn’t look much better, but he also didn’t really care. Sleep did wonders for Seokjin’s lips, however, plumping them up even more than Yoongi had thought possible. He wondered if they were as soft as they looked. 

Fuck. 

“Thank you, Yoongi. Had I known I would get treated like a Queen, I would have come here every time I got hurt.” 

“Yeah, well, stop getting hurt. That’s what your goons are for.” 

Seokjin chuckled gently then popped his pill, guzzling the water down noisily. Yoongi took the chance to load up the spoon, blowing on it a bit before bringing it to Seokjin’s waiting mouth. They settled into the comfortable routine from the night before; Yoongi patiently feeding Seokjin as the other tried to let him with only a little bit of fussing and demands for Yoongi to eat too. 

Yoongi cleared his throat, ready to talk about the day now that he though Seokjin sufficiently awake and comfortable. 

“So, I asked around and found the location where the gangs most likely held up. I sent some people out to look around and make sure that’s where Jungkook is. As soon as I hear the word, Namjoon and I will take some men out to get him.” 

“I’m going too.” 

“No, you are not. You are going to stay right where you are. Not only are you hurt, but you’re on meds too,” Yoongi glares, which would make a normal man cower, did nothing in the face of Seokjin’s determination. 

“Yoongi. He’s my baby brother. Please.” Seokjin’s lip wobbled as he picked up Yoongi’s hand, rubbing his thumb across the back of it as his pretty eyes filled with tears.  

This god damned cheater. 

“Fine. We are waiting until the meds are out first.”

Seokjin unfolded the napkin next to his plate, grinning cheekily at Yoongi, his previous tears suddenly forgotten. Yoongi peered over suspiciously, cursing as he spotted the pain pill he’d given Seokjin. 

“I had a feeling you wouldn’t let me go otherwise.” 

“You sneaky bastard. Fine, be in agonizing pain. What the fuck do I care?” 

“Yoongi,” Seokjin says softly. “It’ll be fine. I can do what I have to do. I can’t just stand by and wait, not knowing if he’s okay or not. I have to go with you. It’s my fault they wanted him in the first place.” 

Yoongi sighs and ruffles his hair in frustration. 

“You’ll stay by me,” he growled. “No wandering off, no trying to play hero. I know you are normally the big bad leader, but you are injured. You have to be realistic.” 

“I promise. I came to you for help, so this is your show. I just want to be a part of it.” 

“If you get shot, I won’t be sad. It’ll be your own damn fault.” 

“Not even a little?” Seokjin pouts.

“Nope.” 

Yoongi had forgotten his hand was still in Seokjin’s custody until the other uses it to pull him closer, smiling gently and so close that Yoongi could feel puffs of hot breath against his lips. He swallowed hard, his mouth going dry as he looked into Seokjin’s warm gaze.

“Your words say one thing. I can see the truth,” Seokjin purred. Yoongi felt a shiver travel down his spine. 

He knew he was blushing enough that there was no way for the other to miss it. Still, he had to at least attempt to save his last shred of dignity. 

“You see nothing. Your eyes are swollen.” 

Seokjin’s eyes flickered down to Yoongi’s mouth, his expressional thoughtful as a low hum came from his throat. Finally, after what seemed like forever to Yoongi, the other backed off slowly and his eyes were once again teasing. 

“So they are.” 

Yoongi exhaled heavily, not even realizing he’d been holding his breath. Had Seokjin almost kissed him? It had certainly felt like it. Would Yoongi have minded? 

No. He didn’t think he would have. 

They watched each other in silence for a few moments before the peace was interrupted by a loud crash from downstairs. 

“Where the fuck is he? Jin? Jinnie?” 

Yoongi quirked an eyebrow at Seokjin, who was silently laughing at Yoongi’s apparently amusing disgruntled face. 

“Up here, Jiminie!” Seokjin yelled loud enough to make Yoongi flinch and pull his hand away, trying his best to appear unbothered. 

At the doorway of the bedroom suddenly appeared Park, looking exactly like an angry little terrier that had once chased Yoongi home from school. Only the pup hadn’t aimed a gun at him. 

“Let him go.” 

Yoongi was impressed. He hadn’t thought the kid had it in him, but that voice was nearly scary enough that it would have made him think twice in any other situation. 

“Jiminie, it’s fine. Yoongi helped me. See, I have food, a big fancy bedroom, a little pretty thing waiting on me hand and foot.” 

Yoongi shot a glare at the giggling man, before turning back to Park. He didn’t want to hurt the kid if he didn’t back down, but he really did not like guns in his face. He preferred to be on the other end, thank you very much. 

Jimin’s shoulder’s finally sagged and he put the gun away, running a hand through his hair as he strode over to the bedside. 

“Thank fuck. All I heard Hoseok say was that you were here and hurt and I rushed over.” 

“Did you say Hoseok? He works for you too? Doctor Turncoat strikes again, I see.” Seokjin sighs. “I’m doing much better now, Jiminie, thanks to Yoongi. Although I’m guessing you didn’t hear the part about Jungkook.” 

“There’s something wrong with Kookie? I’ve been trying to call and text him for two days!” 

“He’s been taken hostage. I was going to try to get him back through a deal, but as you can see that didn’t go well. They are really just trying to take out all the local bosses to gain power. Yoongi’s going to help get him back.” 

Jimin’s face went through a myriad of emotions from shock to sorrow, until it finally settled on anger. “I’m going too.” 

Yoongi growled, already overwhelmed with the situation as it was. “Dammit. I have plenty of men of my own and I don’t need outside people fucking things up. I have it handled, Park.” 

“Fuck you! Jungkook is my boyfriend, and if there’s going to be any rescuing done, it will be by me,” Jimin yelled, shaking his fist dangerously close to Yoongi’s face.  

“This isn’t a contest. It’s about getting the job done with the least amount of issues. I’m sorry, but I don’t know enough about your style to trust you with this.” 

“Either you take me with you and we work together, or I show up and do my own thing. Whatever happens, I’m still going to be there.” 

Yoongi gritted his teeth and studied Jimin, cataloging everything that could go wrong in his head, but also intrigued by the other’s raw determination. Finally, he sighed and turned to Seokjin. 

“Jin, it’s your brother. This is up to you. Do you trust him?” 

“I do,” He nodded. “He’s scary as hell when you get him angry, but he’s good to my Jungkook, and that’s what matters to me. He’s a good kid, Yoongi.” 

“Fine. You stay close. Until we get to Jungkook, Seokjin’s safety is the most important since he’s injured. When my team gets back to me, we’ll set up a plan and head out.” 

“I really think that I - “

“No.” Yoongi interrupted sharply, standing up with a scowl. “You want to join, fine. However, I am in charge here. Seokjin and I have seniority here, and if you want to live and save your boyfriend, you’ll do as I say.” 

“I’ll be in my office if you need me,” he said to the room as he strode towards the door. He paused and grabbed the frame, snarling over his shoulder. 

“By the way, never point a gun in my face again. If you do, you better pull the trigger fast, because I won’t hesitate again. I don’t care who you’re friends with.” 

With his piece said, he began stomping down the stairs, hoping it helped make his point. 

“He’s kinda cute when he’s angry, isn’t he.” 

Yoongi paused and sputtered. God damn that Park kid. 

“Adorable.” 

The laughter in Seokjin’s reply hinted that he knew Yoongi could hear them. 

“Fuck you both!” He hollered up the stairs as the two of them laughed even more. 

At the foot of the stairs, he was met with Namjoon, holding a big designer bag as he stared at the cracked front door. When Yoongi got to his side he smiled in greeting and gestured at the splintered wood with his head. 

“Oh, hey boss. What’s with the door?” 

“It’s because you suck as a bodyguard. Park Jimin is upstairs. Thought I was holding Seokjin hostage and torturing him or something.” 

“Good thing I’m not technically a bodyguard then. Everythings cool?” 

“Yeah.” Yoongi sighed wearily. “Apparently, this rescue mission is becoming a party that anyone can invite themselves to. What’s in the bag?” 

“Ah, Hoseok took me to go pick up some clothes and things for Mr. Kim.” 

Nodding, Yoongi reached out for it. “I got it.” 

Namjoon grinned and handed it over silently before heading towards the direction of Yoongi’s office, leaving Yoongi to make the trek back upstairs. He heard hushed whispers that abruptly stopped as soon as he was near the door. He stuck his head in, knocking on the wall. Jimin was smirking at him like he knew something Yoongi didn’t, while Seokjin’s face was red enough it looked near to bursting. 

“Got some of your things for you here courtesy of Doctor Turncoat,” he said, striding up to the bed and placing the bag at the end of it. “Feels like he packed your whole house.” 

“Bless Hobi. I take back everything.” 

Yoongi snorts and walks towards the head of the bed, getting ready to kick Jimin out so Seokjin could rest. His phone vibrates in his pocket, so he pulls it out and reads the multiple messages that begin streaming in with a furrowed brow. 

“Everything okay?” Seokjin asks. Yoongi sits down on the bed and without even thinking, he grabbed Jin’s hand to reassure him. 

“It’s my men. They’ve surrounded the building and have someone inside that has confirmed Jungkook’s location. The leader is there and Jungkook only has one guard. They’ll only be there until tomorrow, so we have to move tonight.” 

Seokjin releases a loud breath before nodding, worry and relief battling in his eyes. At least they knew where Jungkook was now. 

Jimin jumps up and sports a grim expression as he looks at Yoongi. 

“I’ll go get geared up and then meet back here. What time?” 

“Six. They’ll expect us to come late in the night, so we’ll hit em earlier while their guard is down. Travel light, only essentials. I have plenty of men to cover us.” 

Jimin nods and reaches over to squeeze Seokjin’s shoulder before he leaves in a matter as abrupt as his entrance. 

Yoongi sighs. “I should make the brat pay for my door.” 

Seokjin giggles, his grip tightening on the hand that Yoongi just now realized was still clasped with his. Holding hands with Kim Seokjin was much too easy and felt too...right.

“Send him a bill for it as a wedding present when he and Kook finally get hitched. It’ll be funnier that way.” 

Yoongi laughs loudly, unable to hold back. “You’re so devious. One of your finer qualities.” 

He could have sworn that Seokjin was blushing, but it couldn’t be because of him. No, he was probably just feverish. He was hurt, after all. 

“You take this time to rest. I’m going to see if I can get some camera footage on the place. Text me if you need anything, okay?” 

Yoongi went to stand up only for Seokjin to gently pull him towards him, pressing a soft kiss near the edge of his lips. He pulled away quickly, patting the top of Yoongi’s disoriented head like a dog. 

“Thank you for everything, Yoongi. I’ll be fine. Don’t forget to eat well. We’ll need you at your best tonight.” 

Seokjin shooed him from the room, Yoongi’s mind still too filled with fog to do much more than do as he’s told. He wanders towards the kitchen, making himself a sandwich before he goes to join Namjoon in his office. 

He was very much afraid that flutter in his stomach had less to do with hunger and more with that four letter emotion he’s been refusing to name. 

[theonceoverthinker]

OUAT 1X20 - The Stranger

Hey, stranger!

Meet me under the cut to read my thoughts on this episode!

Press Release August promises to enlighten Emma and take her on a journey that will show her how she can beat Regina, and possibly take custody of Henry; and with Mary Margaret returning to work, Regina puts a plan in motion to seduce David. Meanwhile, in the fairytale land that was, with the Evil Queen’s curse about to strike, Geppetto agrees to a plan that will save Snow White and Prince Charming’s daughter, but with a proviso that could also save his own son. General Thoughts Past Gepetto is the shining beacon of this episode. I love the lengths he goes to to protect Pinocchio and the dark places he goes to in the process. I also give the episode a lot of credit for showing so much of Gepetto and Pinocchio together in the earlier bits of the flashback. We see the selfless nature of Pinocchio that grants him his humanhood and seeing the two of them bond a bit make Gepetto’s blackmail so much more tragic and understandable. That said, while I love the way he emotionally blackmails Jiminy into helping him out, I do feel like it would’ve been a touch stronger had we seen their friendship a bit more in the second flashback scene. Wow, that scene with Pinocchio really didn’t do it for me. See, I get that Pinocchio left Emma and I can understand why. He was roughly 7-9 years old and a baby is a big responsibility, especially when you’re in a new land and are a kid. But I wish that we had seen more of a lingering effect of tension with Pinocchio taking care of Emma other than just one guy who was mean to him. I feel like an additional flashback scene would’ve come in handy here - one with Pinocchio taking care of Emma and one of him being exhausted after some time had passed, being told off, and then having the offer to leave. Because as it stands, Pinocchio only has that one bad encounter that takes maybe ten seconds total with a nothing character to take him away from a baby he cares about and a promise he made to his Papa. Present I find that the scene at the tree between Emma and August was a better version of Jefferson’s speeches from “Hat Trick.” Because August - in addition to being an established character, now ten episodes in the making - is Emma’s friend. Because he’s already earned a great deal of her trust and is implementing evidence (Something that he knows will better help her believe), it feels more like an earned discussion. And while I’ll take my objections with it in the next episode, I find that August demanding that Emma step up and be the Savior works better because his motivations are more selfish.

Also, I like how Emma’s desperation is playing out in the background of the episode as Gold and August continue to fail her, culminating in such a crazy and off the charts decision to abduct Henry. It’s a great moment where it’s completely indefensible both in-universe and to an Emma fan like me and the fallout in the next episode is so well-earned for a WTF decision like that, making me feel like the writers knew damn well what they were doing. Insights -That is the coolest door lock ever and I want it soooooo badly! -”My kid needs me. I don’t have time for faith.” Say what you want about Emma, but my girl has her priorities in check! -I know people have their problems with OUaT’s effects, but they’ve always managed to capture water so well. Whether it’s practical or in CGI, it’s both realistic and beautiful. -Alongside those lines, the Pinocchio wooden toy is so expertly crafted. Given how it’s only in a handful of scenes, it’s really impressive that they went to such efforts to make it tangible. -Regina, making everyone use those old school phones that take forever to reach someone was the most vile part of this curse! -There’s such a great stark contrast between Mary Margaret from the pilot and now. Back in the first episode, she could barely talk to Regina without getting barked at, but the tables have turned so drastically. It speaks to her development over the past 19 episodes, and what’s even better is that she retains her ability to forgive, an aspect of Snow that is such a big part of her, especially in later seasons. -Damn! Henry’s determination is really something else here! While I definitely feel for Regina (It must be awful seeing the child you raised turn on you and call you evil, not matter how true it actually is), Henry has clearly reached a limit and given that Regina actually did frame Mary Margaret, I can’t help but feel some catharsis out of that speech. -Gold, you bastard! That was so douchey, and I am cracking the fuck up! It’s probably some more catharsis, and not unjustified catharsis given August’s ploy in the last episode! He’s now just having all the fun in the world dicking around with August and while I love August, it’s so entertaining to watch! Oh! And when you see the clock, it all gets so much sadder! SO MANY FEELS! -To be fair, Pinocchio, I don’t blame you for tying up Jiminy. -Emma and Rumple just have the best discussions! I like how blunt Emma is with her demands and like Henry, she’s determined as hell! -I wonder if Regina got that rocky road from a certain Snow Queen. ;) -It only occured to me now that August’s presence was foreshadowed in the first episode. Why else would Gepetto speak of not having a child when in the previous scene in the pilot, he clearly did? -Regina’s fake story about finding David is like the evil version of Michael’s letter to Jane in Season 3 of “Jane the Virgin.” It reflects on themes of meant-to-be and coincidences. Also, I have to wonder how much of that story was improvised and how much of it had she planned beforehand. -The effects are on a roll here! I love how the tree in our world all but cracks open as Pinocchio enters our world. As a side note, it’s really lucky that humanity hadn’t built over his landing spot. Imagine that happening to Pinocchio at a Starbucks! XD -There’s such a sad contrast between the “fake” reunion in the past episode and the real one here. The “fake” one while...well, fake is so honest and upfront. You just know that that’s the kind of reunion August would want with his Papa, and in this episode, it’s so calm and lowkey, but tragic because it’s on a bed of lies. -Oh, Emma. That was a terrible idea! I get where you’re coming from girl, but...no! Arcs The Mystery of August Booth - Finally, all is revealed! I’m glad that they got the reveal out of the way earlier in the episode so that we could spend the rest of the runtime exploring his past and present relationships. It really helped to define August as a character. As for the reveal, it was always an engaging mystery that revealed just enough to make August’s character engaging, but not enough that the answer would become obvious. This may just be one of the most underrated twists in all of OUaT for that reason. Favorite Dynamic August and Gold I love how much resentment Gold has towards August and the petty and hurtful ways he lets it out. At the same time though, the two begrudgingly work together knowing that they’re the only other padults that they have on their side, and they’re surprisingly good at doing it. Because of that, how they work together and interact is so amusingly petty and yet coopertaive all the same and it makes me wish we could have seen more reluctant team ups between them. Their relationship is definitely a proto Season 3 Golden Hook, albeit toned down significantly due to circumstances. Writer Awww! It’s Andrew and Ian’s last episode of the season! These guys were a real treat. Their dialogue is fantastic and their theming, while it doesn’t match Fruit’s, works well here because both the latter past segments and the present segments show how far he’s fallen from his virtues and the emotional as well as physical consequences of that. But, they do a good job keeping August likable by showing just how much effort - genuine effort - he’s making to get Emma to believe here. Additionally, these guys know how to use just the right character at just the right moment. Nothing ever feels over or underused. Rating 9/10. We got an excellent exploration of character here. August comes out of this episode fully fleshed out and his dynamic with Emma really pegs home the danger that everyone is in going into the final two episodes. The pacing of the story gives us a fun adventure and every character featured has something to do or contribute to the story. I took a point off for the weak scene in the foster home as that’s supposed to be so much better than it ended up being.

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Thank you for reading and to the fine folks at @watchingfairytales for putting this together! Next time: We talk about fruits. How about apples?

Season Tally (176/220) Writer Tally for Season 1: A&E (50/70) Liz Tigelaar (17/20)* David Goodman (33/50) Jane Espenson (46/60) Andrew Chambliss and Ian Goldberg (38/40)* Daniel Thomsen (8/10)* Vladimir Kvetko (9/10)* (* = Their work for the season is complete)

Operation Rewatch Archives

[yoonminist]

college au where after a misunderstanding jimin ends up telling everybody on campus he’s dating infamous underground rapper agust d (who he’s never seen or heard before in his life), and when yoongi marches over to ask him about it he ends up Totally Enamored with jimin despite the fact that he’s telling him all these stories about his boyfriend ‘agust’

jimin doesn’t even know how it happens

he’s finishing up work one day in the computer lab and on his way out when he sees a hoodie left out on one of the desks

and he being the good samaritan he is, picks it up to find out who it belongs to

except, it smells really good and he’s in a rush, and it’s pretty cold outside 

so since it’s late he thinks he’d better take it for safekeeping, and he puts it on since he can’t carry it with his stuff

it’s too big on him but he likes it and he doesn’t think anything of going back to his room with it on

the next day, he meets his friends taehyung and jungkook for breakfast and since he’s still wearing it, taehyung asks about it

“jimin. where’d you get that hoodie from?”

“this?”

“holy shit,” jungkook breathes, “that’s the one agust d wears all the time”

jimin has no idea who agust d is but he did notice that the hoodie says ‘agust d’ so

“yeah it was an accident but i’m looking after it since he left it–”

“oh my god jimin are you dating agust d?”

“what? no–”

and because taehyung’s so loud, it’s only a matter of time before people overhear and start asking him about it

because agust d is pretty well-known around the area, especially because he’s super mysterious and lots of people want to know about him

so after like a full week of people asking him agust d’s real name, what perfume he uses, ‘can i touch the hoodie’ (which he hasn’t given back because he still doesn’t know who agust d is) he finally decided to embrace it so people will stop pestering him about it

(because surely if this agust d guy cared he’d have found jimin himself and told him to shut up and/or taken his hoodie,, right?)

“yes, okay? he’s my boyfriend, we’re dating.”

but it only gets WORSE after that because people want to find out how they met

so after stumbling through an explanation (he knows he’s in too deep but he’s certain by now that nobody knows him so he plays along) he finally has a story

and people like it so much he starts getting more popular because of it, because he’s dating THE agust d

so of course he gets more confident every time he tells his story, and he even adds in little details he recalls hearing about the rapper from his friends

and it’s maybe two weeks after it all started when he finds some guy waiting for him outside his dorm

he’s all cool and mysterious leaning against the wall waiting but jimin doesn’t pay much attention because he’s got his arms full of groceries

“i heard you’re dating agust d,” the guy says before jimin can even ask what he’s doing

and jimin immediately knows what he wants

“you must be one of his fans huh? i’m guessing you want to know how we met?”

(that’s not the reaction the guy was expecting, but) “…all right.”

so as jimin unlocks the door (with the help of this guy who offers to hold his stuff whilst he gets his keys out) he tells him his story.

“–so there i was in that club, dancing, just minding my own business when this guy comes over! puts his hands on my hips all smooth and we’re really getting into it when he whispers into my ear, ‘do you know who i am, baby?’ and i don’t, so i tell him. and he says ‘i’m agust d.’ then he says something about his tongue technology and that really put me off, so i push him away. i wasn’t there looking for such a low-class hookup, you know? so he gets all embarrassed and starts apologising and i’m just laughing at him because, it’s kinda cute. then– what was your name by the way?”

the guy is sitting on jimin’s sofa and he’s kind of stunned. it takes him a second

“min yoongi”

“oh,” he smiles. “i haven’t seen you around before”

“i don’t go here, actually”

“well, i’m jimin. anyway, i brush him off and he follows me, catches me on the way out. he tells me he’s really into me and i’m not sure how to react because we danced on each other for only a couple of minutes? but he insisted on a date. i said no – isn’t that kind of weird? he got all upset, but i still kind of found it cute. so i gave in. our first date was a lot better, we’ve been together ever since.”

“…right. okay. what did you say your boyfriend’s name is, again?”

“he still doesn’t want everyone to know. agust is fine.”

(yoongi is… impressed) “okay.” (and he can kind of see this club scenario happening–if he were drunk out of his mind, that is)

“is that all, yoongi? hyung?”

(yoongi’s also very intrigued by how jimin doesn’t seem to recognise his face or voice)

jimin tells yoongi he’s busy but he offhandedly offers to tell him more about agust some other time

and this whole situation is just so amusing to yoongi so he accepts and doesn’t remember to ask about his hoodie or to even correct him until he’s on the way back to his own place

so jimin comes back to his dorm a week later (when most of the hype has died down) to find yoongi waiting for him again

“listen hyung, i’m sorry but i can’t set up a meeting”

“that’s not it” yoongi doesn’t know why he’s there, honestly he kinda just wanted to see jimin again

so jimin offers to let him stay whilst he makes himself dinner and tells him about agust d

and he makes up all these dates on the spot

whilst yoongi sits and watches him with this amused little smile, soaking up every work until jimin tells him he can help with dinner

so they end up eating together

and it’s fun because after hearing all about himself, he asks about jimin and they end up talking together for another few hours

so dinner once a week becomes routine for them

they forget about agust d by the third meeting; instead yoongi tells him all about himself and his hobbies and interests (though he very briefly mentions music and wanting to be a famous composer and rapper)

 the fifth dinner in, yoongi takes him out to a restaurant because so far jimin’s basically been paying and that isn’t fair

for some reason though jimin looks really on edge

so yoongi asks: “jiminie? you okay?”

and jimin turns to him all distraught and wide eyed and tells him that he lied

and that he isn’t dating agust d and that everything he said is a fake and that he’d understand if yoongi doesn’t want to be his friend anymore–

but yoongi knew anyway and he’s in too deep but he can’t tell him that yet

so he instead asks why he did it

and jimin tells him about how it wasn’t his fault at first until he decided he liked the attention and went with it

“i still have the hoodie hyung, i don’t know how to get it back to him.”

yoongi tells him that it’s okay and that he’s sure agust will forgive him but–

“hyung. this is too much to ask i know, but. can you please please please pretend to be agust d and meet my friends because they really want to meet my boyfriend and i’ve been putting it off for so long that they won’t take no for an answer now and they haven’t met you yet either so please–”

yoongi’s really taken aback because jimin wtf are you like but he finds himself agreeing to it anyway

(he barely shows half of his face on stage so he gets why jimin would ask some random guy to pretend to be him. it’s funny)

(jimin almost cries out of gratitude)

so a few days later he’s at jimin’s place and jimin’s forcing him to wear The Hoodie because he isn’t sure what else agust d would do

 “just act like a rapper would, or something”

“jimin. tell me honestly, do you even know who agust d is”

“no hyung that’s the whole reason i’m even in this damn mess so please just–”

tae and kook show up not long after and they’re practically shaking with excitement

jungkook almost passes out when yoongi greets him

“holy fuck i’m staring at agust d, he’s standing right in front of me as we speak and he’s way cuter in person”

it takes them a while before they can talk properly but they ask all about him and his music and his lyrics and inspiration and jimin think it’s cute how much research yoongi must have done because he’s talking non-stop, one arm around jimin’s shoulders, the other hand absentmindedly tracing patterns over jimin’s knee

(yoongi’s usually like this but it’s different for jimin to think about it in a boyfriend context)

they ask how agust d met him too just in case jimin was lying

(so yoongi tells them his own version of jimin’s story)

“i… really wanted to talk to him, i can’t dance very well but he can, so that’s how i tried to approach him. i’d just performed too, i was drunk and all over the place, but jiminie was too cute not to approach and i ended up really embarrassing myself.” he laughs then, nudges jimin who’s all red just listening to yoongi talk about him like that, “he said yes the first time i asked him out, though. i don’t know why he tells it the way he does.”

“i knew it,” taehyung laughs

jimin hits yoongi’s arm

yoongi musses up his hair and plants a kiss on his forehead

they start asking more about yoongi as agust d then and jimin starts getting nervous because he doesn’t know that yoongi knows Everything

but according to him, they just about manage 

(though he almost loses his mind when they ask for autographs on their way out and yoongi very shyly signs some things for them–because forgery is a little too far, isn’t it?)

as soon as jimin shuts the door behind him, he collapses onto the sofa and yoongi laughs as he follows suit

jimin laughs about how they’re lucky his friends didn’t suspect a thing and they start laughing about everything that happened since they can, now that it’s all over an done with

and they’re both in this giggly little pile when jimin asks about yoongi’s story

“i don’t know, you made that agust guy sound pretty lame there jiminie, i just made it better for his sake.”

and jimin starts laughing because,, it’s true

yoongi shifts a little closer “so. after all of that, you don’t have a boyfriend.”

“i don’t. unfortunately.”

“so unfortunate. so i wouldn’t have any scary rappers on my back, if, say,” yoongi tentatively wraps an arm around jimin’s waist and tugs him closer when jimin fists his hands in his hoodie, “i did this?”

“no. you’re good.”

“and what about,” yoongi leans in, but it’s jimin who closes the distance before he can get the rest of his question out

epilogue:

yoongi’s taking jimin out on a surprise date like a week after they’re officially together

jimin think’s it’s a concert but he won’t stop asking so yoongi tells him

you’re going to meet agust d and return that damn hoodie since it’s apparently one of his favourites

and jimin starts freaking out because he’s certain agust d knows and will kill him when he sees him

“we have to go back, hyung”

“we can’t” “wh–” “i invited taehyung and jungkook to tonight’s show too, and they’re really excited”

“hyung did you forget you’re not actually agust d you can’t just go around pretending to– tae!! kookie!!”

and yoongi laughs at them all before kissing jimin’s cheek and excusing himself 

‘bathroom break’ he claims but taehyung and jungkook are wishing him the best of luck for his performance and jimin just Does Not Know What To Do

that is, until agust d starts performing a little later and–

oh 

fuck

[chestnutelm122]

Thoughts about Once Upon a Time season 7 premier “Hyperion Heights.”

HEADS UP: SPOILERS AHEAD. Proceed with caution. And no, I won’t be giving links to the new episode because it’s forbidden so don’t bother asking me. Sorry. . . . . . . . . . . * “A New Realm: Years Later.” I hate it when they do this. It’s like saying, “we don’t know where this fits in the timeline yet” like wtf OUAT, we’ve been through this 6 seasons and you still can’t figure out your timeline?! Jeez!🙄 * Uber-driver Henry is hot. But him as an Uber driver? COME ON! * Fairy tale characters move out when Lady Tremaine brought them in Hyperion Heights? So where are the Charmings?! And Granny. And Jiminy. And Belle. And Zelena. And everyone else??? * Uhm… Henry and Cinderella’s first meeting in the new realm… there’s no spark? * Strange chick in the rooftop looks A LOT like Belle. * Roni calling Henry “kid.“💔 But wow, adult Henry and Roni have some chemistry. Oh my RegalBeliever heart. * “Do you know how many girls have the same size as me?” Cinderella referring to the shoe. I mean… RIGHT?!😂 * “Magic can be taken, but fear? Fear lasts forever.” I hate Lady Tremaine. I hope Regina rips her heart out and crush it once she wakes up from the curse.😒 * A well in Hyperion Heights. Mhmm. * “Start over. Find your own story.” Season 7’s theme y'all. * Alice, rooftop chick, LOOKS A LOT LIKE BELLE. AND HE WORKS FOR WEAVER. Like what?! WHO IS SHE??? * Tremaine in Hyperion Heights is like Mayor Mills 2.0 but less scary. * Rumplestiltskin looking out for Henry. But which Rumple? * “No story is perfect, it just needs to start.” We get it K&H, but you don’t have to reboot the fucking show you know.🙄 * Well, damn Henry, Charming taught you well.😍 * Rogers. Two hands.🙌🏽 * Wow. Henry’s cellphone still works in this new realm? Impressive. What brand does he use and how many power banks did he bring with him along with an unlimited stock of gas because that. is. ridiculous. * Rogers. Weaver. Working together. Who knew?😱 * Sooooooooooo glad Regina, I mean Roni, has still got that spunk we’ve all loved since season 1. * In the page. Emma, behind a portal. WHERE IS SHE??? * “Regret’s not really my thing.” That’s my Queen.🤘🏼

Overall, I’d rate the premier 7/10. Partly because I miss the original casts so much, partly because some scenes are eyeroll inducing, and a bit because I’m not impressed with some of the acting. But I do love Roni and Henry’s dynamics. I just hope they’d refrain from giving "Roni” a new love interest because as an Evil Regal, it annoys the fuck out of me that every one of her love interest gets killed. So no. Please. She needs to focus on her son and her granddaughter and her bar, not on finding someone to be her boy toy (or girlfriend). I also love Weaver and Rogers working together, and I like Emilie De Ravin’s look-alike. I’m pretty sure I’ll get used to these new people in town but, for now, allow me to feel bitter about the casts I’ve grown to love and hate for six seasons. I didn’t rewatch the series like I used to do in the past, and in a way I’m glad I didn’t. It didn’t hurt as much not seeing the Charmings, the secondary characters, and Storybrooke, Maine but one thing is for sure: they will always have a special place in my heart. Always.