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1rmono · 8 years ago

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We Miss Playing Pretend (YoonSeok)

☛ Hoseok knows exactly what kind of motivation Yoongi needs at 4 AM.

✘ 1k words, yoonseok idolverse!AU

“It’s raining again.”

Yoongi doesn’t say anything but Hoseok knows Yoongi hears him from the way his lips curl into a thin line and his feet twitch ever so slightly under the shabby covers on the studio’s couch.

“C’mon, lets get back to work,” Hoseok nudges Yoongi up. The elder doesn’t protest; god knows they’re used to this. They’re used to the digital clock on the studio wall reminding them that it’s 3:19 AM, used to giving themselves small twenty minute naps between drained black coffees and hopeless clawing at any semblance of an REM cycle.

“Chocolate?” Hoseok offers and Yoongi shakes his head ever so slightly, already immersed in the track they’ve been working on for the past thirteen hours.

“When will Namjoon get his ass down here and help out,” Yoongi growls, glaring at the laptop screen, headphones hanging off his neck.

“You know he’s working on a separate track right now, hyung,” Hoseok sighs. It’s the kind of hour when even Hoseok can’t pretend to put on a fake show of weak smiles and transient happiness exuding like sunshine from every inch of him because god, he is so tired.

(It’s not like Yoongi can’t tell when Hoseok fakes it anyway.)

“How about we leave this part out for now?” Hoseok taps at the screen, leaning over Yoongi’s shoulder and resting his head at the crook of Yoongi’s neck. He feels Yoongi heat up ever so slightly but his eyes don’t waver from the screen.

“I don’t know, won’t that ruin the bridge? It doesn’t flow well from Jungkook’s verse as it is,” Yoongi says, biting down on his lip in frustration.

“We can always make multiple versions and see what works out best,” Hoseok suggests but his brain is fuzzy and he’s trying to get Yoongi flustered for no good reason other than the fact that hoseok is aching to be loved.

“Hmm,” Yoongi hums and Hoseok wants Yoongi to look at him just this once, knows Yoongi wants to, even.

(Admittedly, Yoongi’s always had more self control than Hoseok ever will.)

“Stop,” Yoongi says gently, a slight undertone of warning in his voice but Hoseok can tell when to push his luck. This was one of those times.

“Stop what?”

“You know exactly what I mean,” Yoongi says through gritted teeth followed by a soft sigh.

“You’re just being cranky,” Hoseok chuckles and feels Yoongi tense under Hoseok’s warm breath hitting his neck. He stops though, because work is work and Hoseok knows his priorities.

Their priorities. As ‘J-Hope’ and ‘Suga’. As a unit of a band that depended on them.

They lapse back into a comfortable silence after that, punctuated by the occasional suggestions and sips of coffee along with the scratching of Hoseok’s pencil and the clicking of Yoongi’s mouse. Outside, the rain comes down harder and Hoseok wonders vaguely if Namjoon has finished with his own track by now.

“God,” Yoongi says, pushing back from the desk and lolling his head back, “I fucking hate this.”

Yoongi doesn’t. Hoseok knows that, they both do. What Yoongi hates is the blank they pull sometimes when Yoongi just wants to be alone with Hoseok without having to worry about the members’ eyes on them or worse, lenses of the cameras in front of which stretched smiles and choreographed waves have become second nature.

Hoseok knows when Yoongi needs to be touched, too. They’ve been at this long enough, after all.

“Hey,” Hoseok says, voice a little hoarse from lack of use and Yoongi’s neck snaps towards him immediately, eyes locking at Hoseok’s in a way that is pleading enough to make Hoseok’s heart clench. It’s the kind of pleading that Hoseok recognizes so well from his own eyes; the kind that is begging hopelessly into an empty void for some other life, in some other universe where they could have met differently, maybe somewhere far away from here, somewhere without the flashing lights and news tabloids.

Somewhere they could learn to fall in love together.

“Hobi,” Yoongi croaks and Hoseok’s heart skips a beat because Yoongi almost never calls him that, obvious from the way the word sounds broken on Yoongi’s tongue.

Hoseok knows what to do.

There’s a pause in which Hoseok gets so close to Yoongi, their faces are millimeters apart and Yoongi’s breath is hoseok’s lips, hitching in anticipation. Hoseok runs his fingers gently through Yoongi’s bed hair, smoothing out the knots before his hands settle on cupping Yoongi’s jaw and Yoongi’s eyes are closed to hold onto one moment of pretending that they will be okay.

It breaks Hoseok’s heart.

He leans in then and Yoongi gasps softly when their lips touch and Hoseok explodes into a puddly mess of nerves and electricity and butterflies between soft lips and the softest of touches and he wants, wants so much, so very much to stay like this always, next to Yoongi, loving Yoongi, kissing him, kissing him the way he deserved to be kissed, without bruises and heartbreak. The kind of way Hoseok cannot give Yoongi.

For now though, it’s okay.

Hoseok pulls away reluctantly at last, painfully aware of the time ticking by but Yoongi is frozen for a minute, unable to open his eyes afterwards, lips pinker than usual, face flamed up.

“Work,” Hoseok giggles and Yoongi’s eyes fly open, dancing with playfulness as he hits Hoseok’s arm and Hoseok giggles again.

It’s amazing how much they get done after that.

#networkbangtan #yoonseok net #yoonseok #sobi #yoongi #hoseok #bts scenarios #bts reactions #bts imagines #yoongi scenarios #hoseok scenarios #bts fluff #why is it that i have over 100 requests in my ask box and i still write for something completely different #actually i think i wrote this because it's raining outside #sugafic #jhopefic #yoonseokfic #also hello tumblr fic world it's been a damn while

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ask-fairytail-bts · 8 years ago

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He’ll Never Know (BTS fic)

This is my try at @ask-chimchim ‘s amazing and beautiful and sort of sad comic and made a fic for it! I hope you like it even when it’s not the best!

Name: He’ll Never Know

Pairing: One sided Jihope, Yoonseok, jikook (brotp of sorts)

Summary: Every word stuck more and more in Jimin’s heart. So loving and beautiful and full of feeling. But none of them belonged to her,and they never would. And one thing is for sure, is she’ll never let him know how much she yearns for them.

This will be sort of angsty with a happy ending and will include jihope, yooseok, and slight jikook

Long soft orange locks were being caressed by the wind, leaves of red, brown, and yellow hues drifting onto the ground as Jimin held onto a stripped red and green box in her arms. She was smiling brightly, brown eyes looking around trying to find sight of the person who she was looking forward to giving this gift. She became wary of her surroundings because no matter where she looked, she could not spot him. It was worrying because she’d usually find Hoseok sitting by one of the trees immersed in his books.

She almost gave up, feeling a feeling of disappointment bubble within her until she noticed the male’s head poking out from behind a few bushes. She assumed he must be in a slouched position on the bench behind said plants as she skipped over excitedly, stopping dead in her tracks upon hearing soft cries.

“H-Hoseok?”she muttered softly as to not startle the light haired male. That didn’t stop the elder from flinching as he wiped furiously at his tears.

“J-Jimin-ah, y-you scared me”, he chuckled, a laugh deprived of any joy.

Jimin frowned as she went to sit next to him, clutching tighter onto the box in her hands. She couldn’t just force her gift when he was visibly and obviously upset. She laid the box on her lap as she offered him a comfort in smile. “Hobi, what’s wrong? You’re to really good at hiding when you’re upset. So please, trust me.”

He really was going to lie, he disliked burdening his friends with his problems especially sweet and loving Jimin. But she was worried, and to Hoseok it was something she didn’t deserve to worry about because to him it was stupid. “I just. I’m a coward, Jimminie. I-I don’t h-have the courage to r-recite these poems for the girl I like”, he explained as he went to grab the notebook lying beside him on the bench.

Jimin’s embarrassment overthrew her confusion as she began to blush furiously over the thought that Hoseok harbored feelings for someone. “I-Is that so? I don’t t-think you’re a coward, Hobi. It’s normal to feel scared. I think I can understand that feeling”, she chuckled a bit too bitterly for her taste. Because what he didn’t know is that she was the same. Harboring feelings for the male right beside her for over two years and never moving forward to confess.

He had looked at her curiously a few stray tears still in his eyes as he blinked. She needed to avert his attention elsewhere and without thinking she had mustered out a quick, “And who’s the girl you’ve been writing poems about?” She froze after she’d said it, a feeling of dread and nervousness rising after she got complete silence from him. How could she be so insensitive? The last thing she wanted was to remind him of the person that had made him cry. She felt guilty as she almost dismissed her previous question before he interrupted her with a single word.

“Yoonji”

In that moment, she felt her heart had shattered, as she looked down dejectedly. Of course it would be Yoonji. It was understandable. The girl had to be one of the prettiest girls in school. Sure she had a kind of cold personality, but when she opened up to you, she was sweet and caring. A lot of boys liked her, Jimin should have seen that coming. However, she looked towards him with a smile even when she felt like she was dying, as though she’d burst into tears at any moment.

“So you write poems for Yoonji?” She went to ask and licked her lips nervously when her voice came out a bit shaky. She was glad that he hadn’t taken noticeas he slightly leaned back looking up at the sky in contemplation.

“I have, most of the ones I have were meant for her, but every time I tried to recite one to her my voice would go dry and I’d end up in tears. But I mean she’s so beautiful, I can see why anyone would cry”, he chuckled as though he were trying to cheer himself up.

Jimin had no idea. All those times she’d quietly sit beside him in the afternoons under a tree and simply observed, a soft smile on his lips and loving eyes as he scribbled endlessly, he’d been writing poems for Yoonji. He had to be the sweetest guy ever and as much as it pained her, she wanted nothing more than his happiness. She giggled slightly as he blushed furiously, realizing how corny he must have sounded.

Jimin placed the box in her hands beside her as she sighed and clapped her hands together. She gave him a warm smile as she finally decided what they were going to do before their afternoon break ended. “Well why don’t you test it out?” She asked laughing as he looked at her with a comically confused expression on his face.

“Hm?” He simply uttered before Jimin rolled her eyes and pointed towards his notebook.

“Tell me one. A poem. You can gain confidence to try again with Yoonji”, she suggested as his face twisted into understanding and he nodded slowly, pulling up his notebook and flipping through the pages to examine his writings. He seemed hesitant once he found one and she could tell from the way he started coughing awkwardly. “Just practice”.

With that being enough encouragement, he looked down at the poem awkwardly,his face burning as he cleared his throat. “I’ll read you a sweet poem”. Her eyes focused on his trembling lips as he breathed in once slowly bracing himself as though he was about to make a speech to the entire universe. But Jimin was certain that for Hoseok it might be an equivalent to that because Yoonji was probably the universe in his eyes.

“When I fell in love, My heart was on fire, To be with you My one desire

And if you love Me, I’ll give you Everything you need, A life time of promises And a world full of dreams

For only my heart knows What it means, And I promise you It won’t be wrong

One love, two hearts We will make it strong”

Those beautiful words had spilled from his lips like a prayer. Her eyes had widened because his expression was nothing like that of the male who’d be in tears before reaching the second verse. He was calm a smile plastered on his face that could be nothing more than compared to the sun. It made it seem as though time had completely stopped in it’s tracks so that in that moment anything else would mean nothing to Jimin.

Every word had struck beneath the core of her heart until it had been engraved there. She hadn’t even realized when she’d put a hand over her heart until she moved her fingers to feel the fabric of her clothes under them. Those words so full of affection and the person behind those words just had to be the whole world to Hoseok, at least to Jimin it felt that way.

She was at a loss for words, unable to describe how she felt at hearing him finish with a soft sigh. He was willing to give all of himself to Yoonji.“W-Wow, Hobi that-”

“That was really impressive, Hobi”, a voice interrupted her and both startled and caught off guard looked up to find Yoonji standing there with a smile and hands at her waist. And Jimin could already feel an ache in her heart when she saw the way he’d brightened up at the sight of her, his cheeks red.

“Y-You really think so?” He asked incredulous.

“Of course”, she chuckled flipping her black hair as she began to walk away. He looked so utterly happy as he turned to Jimin.

“Thanks Jiminnie! I’ll see you around! Y-Yoonji, wait u-up!” He laughed as he shuffled for his things and ran off leaving the orange haired girl with unspoken words still at her lips. She grabbed for the box that sat limply at her sides as she clutched onto it tightly. She hadn’t even realized tears had spilled down ear cheeks until they fell on her hands. It was then that soft cries had escaped her lips.

Hoseok was happy so she should have been happy, but all she felt was an emptiness. If only she was the one that had meant the world to him. If only he would give his everything to her just like she would give his everything for him. So many days just looking forward to see his bright smile, to listen to his poem, to simply be by his side. But by far, seeing him with someone who wasn’t her, was the most painful thing she had ever experienced.

Why couldn’t he see her, the way he saw Yoonji?

“N-Noona”, a voice muttered softly. Jimin blinked in shock as she looked up to see Jungkook standing before her. He was frowning and looking away from her, but he held two ice cream cones in his hands. His face was red, but you could see the concern dripping in his expression.

“K-Kookie, w-what’s up?” She asked eyeing the treats in his hand.

“I saw y-you were s-sad, but it’s not like I care, but I-I thought you’d w-want some ice cream. I won’t asked what happened, unless you tell me”, he explained and Jimin’s eyes widened. She wiped at her tears as she stood, letting the box rest on the bench as she went to hug Jungkook. She sniffled a bit and Jungkook returned the embrace softly.

Once she’d calmed down, she retracted from him as he handed her the strawberry ice cream cone. She grabbed her belongings and began to walk alongside the younger male in a comfortable silence. “ Jimin noona, I-I’m not good with words, but I really hate seeing you cry. I don’t want you to be sad. Y-You’re too p-pretty to cry. Tears should only be shed in happiness”, he explained.

She was caught off guard. Jungkook really was never one for more than a few words, but seeing his concern made her heart swell and mend slightly. After some thought, she smiled softly as she directed the younger. “You’re right…Thanks, Kookie”, she giggled. She turned around slightly noticing Hoseok and Yoonji sitting by the tree they would usually sit at and he seemed to be reading her poems. Once thing was for sure was that he looked the happiest she’d ever see him. It was better this way. He’ll never know her feelings. He’ll never know that she had finally got the courage to confess to him.

But for some reason, now, she felt it was fine. She could live with that if it meant his happiness and even Yoonji was smiling brightly, so unlike her usual self. Jungkook had followed her gaze and noticed the longing within her eyes. He went to grab her hand as she looked at him confused. “Let’s go to the park, Jiminnie. We’ll have fun”, he finally mustered a soft smile as she blinked a few times before she grinned in agreement. They ran down the path as she smiled to herself. Yeah, everything would be alright even if he’ll never know.

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