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hungline · 5 years ago

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two in one

pairing: yoonminseok genre: smut, fluff, slice of life, rated e warnings: explicit sexual content, fingering, blow jobs, anal sex, double anal penetration, praise kink, rimming, aftercare words: 2100

summary: Yoongi’s barely walked through the door, but that won’t stop whatever Jimin and Hoseok have up their sleeves.

When Yoongi gets home, he is immediately assaulted by his boyfriends.

He doesn't really know why but when Hoseok has him leaned into the wall and Jimin is mouthing at his half chub through his jeans, it's not like Yoongi is going to complain.

They take his things: his coat, his shoes, and his mittens, and set them aside before stripping him of the rest of his clothes. Then Jimin is picking him up and his legs wrap around the younger's waist, watching as Hoseok shucks off his shirt before following them down the hallway and into their bedroom.

Yoongi bounces when Jimin sets him down on the mattress, sitting back on his hands as Hoseok enters and immediately kicks off the rest of his clothes. He scampers onto the bed, pressing himself to Yoongi's back and Yoongi lets him, exposing his neck to let the younger suck hickeys onto him. Jimin watches them as he strips himself, making a short trip to their bedside drawer for lube before returning and settling himself in between Yoongi's thighs.

Jimin trails his nose up Yoongi's thigh, pressing some kisses here and there from time to time and Yoongi's legs shake, already anticipating the moment when the younger will take him into his mouth. Jimin pauses once he meets the junction of Yoongi's thighs and Yoongi yelps when Hoseok bites his neck, definitely leaving a bruise that Yoongi will have trouble hiding later. Jimin chuckles, pressing a kiss to the shaft of Yoongi's cock and smiles when the elder's hips kick pitifully.

There are tiny beads of pre-come already forming on the tip of Yoongi's dick, but Jimin knows that won't be enough to probably lube up the elder, so he opens the bottle of lube he'd brought and squirts some into his palm. Yoongi doesn't particularly care if the lube is cold or not, but Jimin does so he rubs his palms together, warming the lube up. Hoseok now has his dick nestled in between Yoongi's asscheeks and occasionally ruts his hips up, moaning when his foreskin is pulled back.

Yoongi hisses when Jimin kisses his dick again before letting his lips slide over the head, palms still pressed together as he takes Yoongi into his mouth. Hoseok runs a hand up Yoongi's chest, pausing to tweak his nipple and relish in the sound Yoongi makes when he does. Jimin smiles around Yoongi's cock as he looks up and makes eye contact with first Hoseok then Yoongi.

It's a sight to see, truly. Jimin's lips were made for blowjobs and it nevers ceases to amaze either of his boyfriends. Jimin smirks now, winking the teeniest bit before he moves down onto the elder's dick, a lubed finger now playing at Yoongi's rim. Yoongi keens, bucking his hips and pushing more of himself into Jimin's mouth. Hoseok chuckles and slaps the inside of Yoongi's thigh.

"Cool it, hyung. We don't want Jiminnie choking on your tiny dick now, would we?"

Yoongi peers up at the lanky man behind him, glaring until Jimin laughs around Yoongi's dick and pops it out of his mouth, now slicking it up with his lubed hands. Yoongi frowns at Hoseok before another moan is ripped out of him when Jimin fondles Yoongi's balls. Hoseok laughs, pressing a kiss to the elder's jaw then moves up to nibble on Yoongi's earlobe. Yoongi lets the dick comment slide, much too focused on Jimin's hands and Hoseok rutting against him.

Then Jimin's hands are moving down, down, down and Yoongi sighs when a finger circles his rim before pushing in. It's such a relief to finally have an inkling of what Yoongi wants. Today has been so tiring on him that he just wants to get fucked by either of his boyfriends hard enough that he's crying.

Jimin curls his finger, humming to himself when he realizes that Yoongi is still a bit loose from this morning and tentatively pushes in another finger alongside the first. There's no burn for Yoongi and he moans, trying to push his hips down onto Jimin's fingers and whining when Hoseok's hold on him stops him from getting the angle right. Jimin laughs and motions his head towards the pillows, pushing Yoongi's legs up onto the bed as Hoseok scoots them backward. Yoongi whines at the loss of Jimin's fingers, but is sated when Hoseok turns Yoongi around and has him straddling his lap, cocks pressed together as Hoseok lays down, his head nestled on the pillows.

Jimin's fingers are back in Yoongi within record time and Yoongi sighs happily as Hoseok wraps a hand around them both, stroking their cocks. Yoongi leans down and presses his lips to Hoseok's, smiling when Jimin coos at them before adding another lubed finger. Jimin's digits work wonders on Yoongi, already encroaching on the spot that makes Yoongi's toes curl every time Jimin presses into it.

Then Jimin is leaning against Yoongi's back, mouth close to Yoongi's ear, whispering something. Yoongi breaks away from his kiss with Hoseok and nods fervently, arching his back and working his hips back on Jimin's fingers quickly. Hoseok chuckles against Yoongi's throat and pushes Yoongi to sit upright before continuing his ministrations with their dicks in one hand.

Yoongi pants, waiting until Jimin has added another finger to the other three and stretches him out more. Jimin pats him on the hip once he's deemed ready and Hoseok smiles as he adjusts Yoongi and watches the elder eagerly sit down on Hoseok's cock, pushing down to the hilt, before pausing and adjusting. Then Hoseok is gripping Yoongi's hips and fucking into him with all he has. Yoongi keens, collapsing into Jimin's front as Hoseok ruts into him, pounding into the elder relentlessly.

Jimin's fingers are then at his rim again, this time with more lube and Hoseok slows his pace once he feels Jimin's finger working its way into Yoongi alongside Hoseok's cock.

"What a pretty baby," Jimin coos, leaving open-mouthed kisses on Yoongi's throat as he curls his finger, watching the elder writhe in their grasps.

Hoseok rubs his thumb into the elder's hip when Jimin presses in another finger. "Baby's gonna take us both like the good boy he is."

Yoongi whines, pushing down on Hoseok when the younger stills his hips, but Hoseok only chuckles and tsks at him for being impatient.

Jimin quickens his movements, smiling to himself when Yoongi keens again and pitifully tries to move his hips back, only to be stopped by Hoseok once more. Jimin manages to work in another finger, pressing insistently into Yoongi's prostate. Hoseok's hips kick up, surprised by how soft Jimin's fingers are against his cock, even while inside Yoongi. Jimin tuts at him, leaning across the elder to place a kiss on Hoseok's chin, before dutifully continuing to scissor the elder open enough to make room for himself.

Yoongi's breath comes out in hard pants now, his face flushed a soft red while his ass is worked open. Tears are beginning to form in the corner of his eyes because he just wants to move, damn it. Hoseok thumbs the waterworks away, sitting up to kiss Yoongi full on the mouth and whisper reassurances that he'll get what he wants soon. They're only waiting on Jimin now, who has finally managed to get four fingers into the elder alongside Hoseok's cock.

Jimin pats the elder's hip gently, letting his digits slip out of Yoongi carefully before slicking himself up with lube. Yoongi arches his back and picks his hips up for Jimin and cries out when the youngest of their trio begins to push into him.

His legs tense up and Hoseok tweaks one of his nipples again to get him to relax, the thumb of his other hand rubbing into Yoongi's hip once more. Jimin slides into the elder carefully, groaning when Hoseok's cock twitches against his.

Once Jimin has slid up to the hilt into Yoongi, Yoongi groans, moving his hips back onto both of his boyfriends' cocks. There's an obscene smacking sound that rings out in the air around them when Yoongi moves down, but that's nothing compared to the feeling of two dicks inside Yoongi. If only they would just fucking move. Yoongi can take it, he's not made of fucking glass.

Yoongi works his hips faster now, pushing a hand into Hoseok's hair and pulling on the strands hard enough to hurt. Hoseok takes that as his cue to start moving, moaning when the head of Jimin's dick rubs against his own and then Jimin is moving and finally Yoongi is getting what he wanted.

They're a mess of limbs and sweat and flushed bodies, but Yoongi doesn't care. He feels so full and there's nothing better than this to ease him of his stress, at least not something he can think of at this moment anyway.

Jimin fucks into him with vigor, matching Hoseok's quick pace and Yoongi jostles between them, tears streaming down his face as he whines and moans, doing his best to meet their thrusts. So much is going on though and Yoongi isn't very sure if he's doing a good job, but having Jimin's dick press into his prostate is heavenly enough that he doesn't really care.

Their pace stays steady and Yoongi gradually begins to feel his orgasm near. His entire body is trembling, and he knows he looks like a watery, snotty mess but that doesn't stop Hoseok from grabbing the tissue Jimin passes him and wiping Yoongi's face clean as they continue to fuck into him. Yoongi whines when Hoseok pushes in hard, picking up his pace again as he chases his orgasm.

Hoseok comes first with Yoongi's name on his lips, his hips still moving as he milks himself through his orgasm and Yoongi clenches around them both, doing his best to help. Jimin continues to move against Hoseok's softening cock, relishing in the squeak Yoongi makes when he fucks harshly into the elder's prostate. Then Yoongi is coming, his orgasm taking his body by storm as more tears spring to his eyes and stream down his face as he shoots his come across Hoseok's abdomen. His thighs shake as he clenches around Jimin, sighing when the younger finally comes, body going still as he releases himself.

They're both sliding out of Yoongi with a wet pop then, quickly setting to work on cleaning up. Yoongi collapses onto the bed, legs spread wide so his boyfriends can see the mess they made while they clean him. Yoongi hisses when Hoseok pries his asscheeks apart and check him for any tears. Upon finding none, he lathes his tongue over the elder, pushing past Yoongi's rim to get as much as of their come as he can.

"Gross," Yoongi mumbles to himself, head nestled in the pillows as a sleepy haze engulfs him.

Hoseok's laughter rumbles between his legs and Yoongi does his best to not think about what the younger man is doing with his mouth. Jimin pushes Hoseok aside and sends him to the bathroom to clean the mess on his stomach up as he wipes whatever was left over in between Yoongi's thighs. Yoongi sighs happily, sniffling a little bit as Jimin cleans him.

He knows he'll be beyond sore tomorrow and feeling sticky and icky on top of that so a morning shower is definitely on his to-do list, but some cuddles from his boyfriends would be fantastic right about now too. Jimin kisses him once he's done, throwing the wipes into their wastebasket before curling around the elder and pressing, even more, kisses all over his face, wiping away Yoongi's leftover tears. Hoseok comes in with a tray of food and Yoongi half-wonders when he left to the kitchen anyway, but pushes the thought aside when Jimin gets him into a sitting position and helps Hoseok feed him.

He eats quickly, not paying attention to the food and once he's done, Hoseok wraps himself around the elder as Jimin puts the dirty dishes away. His nose trails across Yoongi's collarbones, biting on occasion to leave more hickeys the elder will struggle with hiding later. Yoongi runs his fingers through Hoseok's hair, sleepy and full and sated; at peace.

Jimin returns then, climbing into bed beside them and Yoongi nestles into his youngest boyfriend, humming when Jimin kisses his temple and cards a hand through the elder's hair, gently massaging his scalp.

It doesn't take long for Yoongi to fall asleep after that, but he sleeps happily, nuzzled by his Jimin and Hoseok.

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softjeon · 6 years ago

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Speed Lane | Pt. 14

• Pairing: Yoongi x Jimin • Genre: Angst | Racer!AU ( → Gifset Trailer) • Words: 7,9k | Co-Writer: Cat @cassiavioletblue • Disclaimer: mentioning of alcohol / drugs / violence / smut / abuse / graphic content

↳ There he was. In midst of his workplace, standing straight, sunglasses on his face, nose a bit too high, with an attitude as if he owned that place. The rage was welling all the way up inside of him, so quickly that the wrench cluttered from his hand. The boy turned around at the sound and they stared at each other, just like they did in the night of the race.

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The rain slowed to a light drizzle, but the wind continued to howl around him. He was freezing, wrapping his arms tight around himself to keep warm. Jimin had no home anymore and no matter what he tried, there was nowhere he could go. Jimin wasn’t sure where he was going, all he knew was that he couldn’t stop. He needed to find something where he could sleep.

His credit card got declined right away and he had barely ten bucks in his pocket. All his tries to get a hotel had failed and he couldn’t call a friend, because his father had taken his phone away. There was nothing, so Jimin had to get used to the idea of spending the night outside. With the bag around his shoulder, Jimin walked along, stumbling through the alleys of the city. When it was getting colder, he quickly hid in a corner and looked through the bag, searching for something that he could wear and kept him warm a little more. Getting out a sweater, he pulled it over his head quickly, before he went along. Not long after Jimin luckily found a little kiosk, where he bought himself a coffee to keep himself warm and some little snacks. He hadn’t eaten all day and the headache was killing him. Jimin felt absolutely horrible. His limbs were hurting with every step, the bruises starting to hurt, since the painkiller he took this morning lost its effect and he had none with him. Leaning against a wall, Jimin took a shuddering breath, trying to keep himself from crying but it was no use. He sank down onto the cold asphalt, holding on to the bag as he cried. Desperately. Yearning for someone to get him out of this mess.

Jimin knew Yoongi wouldn’t want to see him again and even if his parents might take him in again if he showed that he had learned, he was sure Yoongi wouldn’t want to have anything to do with him. Rubbing his palms over his eyes, he looked up at the night sky, wondering if Yoongi was hurting just as much as him, or if it had been easy for him to cast Jimin out like that. He was scared about how much his heart was aching at the thought of Yoongi falling in love with someone else, because if Jimin was sure of one thing, then it was that he would never stop loving Yoongi. He had given him so much, something that Jimin had never thought he needed before. Someone where he could truly be himself, but in the end even that wasn’t enough. Jimin wiped over his eyes and got up to walk ahead. He couldn’t stop. He needed to find something…

Yoongi had tried to finish his work but had failed spectacularly. From a reasonable point of view, he thought that he had done the right thing, because if he hadn't acted harshly then maybe Jimin would have done it again. And he wouldn't risk losing Jimin to a car crash. Now they at least had a chance to get back together, if Jimin thought about his actions and told him the truth, if he told him why he had taken those drugs they could work it out and make sure that it never happened again or... He sighed deeply. All reason aside his heart was aching horribly, and he couldn't stop thinking about Jimin. If he had really done the right thing. If Jimin would really think about his actions or do the opposite and go for another adrenalin hunt. What if he had pushed Jimin further into it? What if instead of making Jimin safer he had actually put him at more risk? He needed to do something. He needed to find out what had really happened. And as he couldn't trust Jimin on that issue because the boy might be lying to not get himself into trouble, he needed someone else. Of course his friends had told him that the ambulance had been there and how they had transported the car. But if he asked deeper, searched for details then he might be able to put the puzzle pieces together. He left his tools right where they were, not able to wait a second longer, going right over to Tae’s. He’d ask each of them for everything they remembered, one by one.

But it wasn’t Tae who opened the door for him. Jungkook peeked through the gap, opening the door wide as soon as he saw who it was. “He’s not here,” The younger answered Yoongi’s questions about where Taehyung was right away. He let Yoongi come in nonetheless, though he couldn’t help but feel a little nervous. Jungkook had heard the fight and they had decided to get out of Yoongi’s way quick and just call it a day. Taehyung going wherever he was right now (Jungkook wasn’t sure, since he was acting a lot quieter around him), while he went straight home to their shared apartment.

Yoongi frowned, not sure if he should rather call him or wait for his return. But maybe he could ask Kookie instead. It probably wasn't the smartest idea to base his decisions on Jungkooks words alone considering how intoxicated he had been on the last few parties, but he could definitely add to the picture.

“Do you want something to drink? A beer, maybe?” Jungkook said with a sweet smile, trying to make Yoongi feel at ease. “Just sit down and if you need to talk…,” He almost whispered the last words, “You know…I’m just as good as Tae.”

He nodded, normally not the type to drink unless he went out with friends but tonight, Yoongi really craved something that would take the edge off his feelings a little. He awkwardly stood in the hallway, lost in his mind until Jungkook came back with two beers and nodded towards the living room. “You coming? Or do you want to stand there all night? After everything that happened to you it’s not like you need to add to that and make yourself uncomfortable on purpose...” Jungkook took a sip from his beer, waiting for Yoongi to talk. He didn’t want to pressure him, instead he wanted the older to feel safe and comfortable in his presence. Even if he still had guilty conscience about the drugging incident, Jungkook told himself that Jimin had only minor bruises and nothing worse had happened. And apparently…if he had heard right today at the workshop, Yoongi was single again. Jungkook bit his lip to not show the little smile. Maybe it was time for Yoongi to see, who truly was always there for him in the end. Who truly loved him, and he could trust in.

Yoongi took a sip of his drink as well. Normally he didn't mind silence but as he was here for a reason, he could only handle it for a moment before delving in right away. “Look, actually I meant to ask Tae about the night when Jimin had that accident. I’d like to know if something happened that would explain it. Like... was there a fight? Something that pressured him? Where did he get the drugs from? It just doesn't add up. So, I wondered if you were there and if you could tell me if you noticed anything.”

Jungkook looked at Yoongi with wide eyes, before he quickly gathered himself again, shrugging his shoulders nonchalantly. “Hm, let me think,” Jungkook took another sip from his drink, shifting a little closer to Yoongi without him even noticing, “I just remember how he met up with Tae and we drank a little. I can’t tell you how much he had, though... but it probably has been a few beers. Then Taehyung went off to say ‘hi’ to some friends and I was with Jimin for a little while.” A weak smile appeared on Jungkook’s lips, while he was playing his part perfectly, “But I didn’t stay for too long with him…so I’m sorry. He probably found some old friends of his. I don’t know, Yoongi. I’m sorry, really but I knew he was trouble.” Looking at Yoongi with a sad look, he reached out for the older, caressing reassuringly over his arm. “I’m really sorry.”

Yoongi nodded, lips pressed into a thin line. “Yeah. He... he must have met some of his old friends and things just escalated from there.” He got quiet when Jungkook reached out for him. Had he really been so stupid to fall for Jimin although Jimin was just looking for a temporary fix of his need for excitement? He had looked so broken on the beach, asking him to not break his heart and now... now it had been the other way round. Jungkook did have a point when he had said that in the end Jimin would be the reason Yoongi was hurting. He sighed deeply, trying to lift the weight off his chest but in vain. “Dont be. It's not your fault. I... I should have listened to you, I guess. You were the only one who knew how it would play out.”

“I really wish I wasn’t right,” Jungkook said quietly, “You’ll never know. I’m not saying he didn’t love you. I’m sure he did, but…some people just are toxic and only need a little push in the wrong direction.” The younger sighed deeply, biting his lip in thought before he gazed up at Yoongi again. “But I guess, it’s also time to say sorry myself,” Jungkook smiled weakly, hoping that if he turned the topic around to him a little more, Yoongi could see why he had done all the things for him, “I didn’t want to work you up further and make you all worried about me. It just…you didn’t listen to me. Nobody did. I felt alone.”

Listening to the younger Yoongi felt even more guilty. Jungkook was right, he had distanced himself from him and even told the others to just let him be and let him work out things on his own when Jungkook got too angry. It must have been hard to care and worry for him and instead be dismissed as jealous or aggressive. No wonder Jungkook had started to get agitated and prone to distraction. Maybe that’s why he had gone too Yunyeong. Because the elder had a tight group of friends around him at all times. Jungkook must have felt so abandoned...

“I’m so sorry Jungkook. I know I treated you badly, but I only realized now to what extent. I... I’ll try to make it up to you, okay? Treat you for lamb skewers if you want, just you and me, like old times?”

Jungkook couldn’t hide the happy smile and nodded eagerly, “Like the old times.” He felt so relieved that Yoongi finally saw what really happened. That Jimin wasn’t good for him and that how it was before, was just perfect. Nothing needed to be changed. No rich kids from the upper east side. Only them. Their races. Just the six of them. Jungkook jumped up to get them another beer, opening it for Yoongi with a smile that was so big it scrunched up his nose cutely. “You know it won’t be cheap then though, right?” Jungkook gave the beer to Yoongi, now sitting even closer than before. “I will definitely savor our lamb skewer date then and eat until I can’t eat anymore,” He said with a playful tone.

“Don’t worry, I’ll do whatever it takes to make you forgive me.” Yoongi accepted the second beer, only now noticing with surprise that his first one was empty. He felt better now, the sharp aches inside of him softening a bit, memories of Jimin’s desperate look being overlapped by Jungkook’s happy face. He didn't want to forget Jimin, and there was no way he would but for now it felt good to get a little distraction.

“Sounds very promising for me,” Jungkook definitely was flirting by now. Subtle, but still flirting. He cheered with his beer, watching Yoongi how he drank half of it in almost one go. He really must feel desperate. “Do you maybe want to start tonight?” Jungkook spoke fast, “I mean…ehm… with making it up to me. I just wanted to make myself some food and we could maybe… cook together?” He bit his lip a bit shyly, motioning over to the kitchen and for Yoongi to follow him.

Yoongi laughed, the first time in quite a while. It felt freeing. “Sure. But I have to tell you that I see through you.” At Jungkook's surprised face he continued with a wink “You just want someone to make you food because you’re too lazy to do it yourself and would rather do the eating part than the cooking. Don’t worry, I gotcha. I know how that feels. But as Jin’s not around I fear we have to do it ourselves.” He pushed the sleeves up his arms to not get dirty and grabbed the pan that was lying around. “So, what were you planning on making?” He took a look at the ingredients and cocked his head. “Some kind of bell pepper with oil and ...more vegetables?”

“Just some rice and vegetables,” Jungkook shrugged his shoulders, “What? It’s late and I was hungry, so I need something fast and easy.” The younger smiled happily though, when Yoongi went ahead and started cutting some vegetables. He quickly got himself a knife, too, helping Yoongi as much as he could. Jungkook was stirring the rice, as he watched the older prepare the vegetables letting Yoongi tell him all about how to do it correctly, while Jungkook was pretending that he didn’t know anything.

“Here,” Yoongi motioned for Jungkook to take over and when he reached out for the spatula, his hand brushed Yoongi’s just slightly, making a blush appear on Jungkook’s cheek. Yoongi stayed close to him, watching over his shoulder and when Jungkook turned his head, his lips were only a few inches away from Yoongi’s. He didn’t dare to stay like that though. It only was a fleeting movement, before he concentrated back on the food.

Yoongi was too immersed in the cooking to notice Jungkook’s infatuation with him just like he had failed to notice it all the times before. He was just enjoying their time together, initiating a little more skin ship than usual because he was so used to being around Jimin who was the clingiest boyfriend ever and had been able to wake a longing for closeness in Yoongi that he had never felt before. So, when he touched Jungkook’s arm a bit more often than normal or brushed his nape in a comforting gesture when the younger asked him for instructions then it wasn’t to mislead Jungkook on purpose but simply a habit that he had integrated into his everyday life.

But Jungkook didn’t know.

He enjoyed every caress, every little skin ship that Yoongi was showing. It was getting late when they finally finished the food. It was perfect for Jungkook. Everything tonight just was. It was so long from when he last had spent time with Yoongi, that he was soaking in every bit of attention he got now. Sipping on their third beer, Jungkook looked at the watch, “Oh… I don’t think you should be going home anymore, Yoongi. You can stay here, if you want? You slept over so many times before. We really don’t mind and as it seems, Tae will stay out.” He pointed at Yoongi’s beer, “And you shouldn’t drive anymore, even if three beer seems like nothing. I don’t want you to get hurt.” He looked up at the older with a sad look, hoping he was able to lure him in a little more.

“Don’t worry ‘bout me, you know I can handle it I won’t...,” Yoongi broke off, body tensing for a second. He almost said “crash”. And now he was flooded with thoughts about Jimin again, as if he hadn’t been able to relax a little bit in between. Jungkook was probably right and it was better to stay, not because of the beer but because of his own mind. If he would go home and spend the night alone the thoughts would surely eat him up and he wouldn't be able to sleep for one second. So better not risk it and stay here.

“Thank, Kook, I appreciate it. Could you lend me a shirt maybe?” This one still had spots on it from repairing the engine and although he didn't mind that in the workshop he definitely didn't want to sleep in it tonight. Jungkook nodded eagerly, “Of course I can.” He jumped from his seat, walking over to where his room was, not even waiting for Yoongi. Jungkook was just so happy that Yoongi was trusting him more again, that the older wanted to spend time with him. Even if Yoongi would just take Taehyung’s bed or the couch, he wouldn’t mind. It wouldn’t take long for Jungkook to make Yoongi sleep in his bed again. Looking through his closet, Jungkook was searching for the right shirt that would fit Yoongi and wouldn’t be too loose or too tight for him. “Do you rather want a white or a…” Jungkook stopped mid-sentence when he noticed Yoongi right next to him. He gulped heavily.

Yoongi squinted his eyes at all the white shirts in Jungkook’s closet, smirking and then tapping his chin in thoughts. “It really is a difficult decision to make, do I take snow white or paper white - or cotton white?” He pointed at a shirt that looked a bit smaller and wouldn't look like a dress on him. "I think I chose eggshell white."

Yoongi was so close to Jungkook, he could smell his familiar scent and the younger had to fight the urge not to lean in but Yoongi’s teasing, made him look at him with a raised eyebrow. “Says the one with only grey and black shirts,” Jungkook teased him right back, before he turned to get out one of the shirts from the top shelf. When Jungkook wanted to give the shirt to Yoongi though, he froze in his movements completely, his eyes fixated on Yoongi’s sudden naked chest.

Still so close. Too close.

Jungkook’s heart was beating wildly. His mind going crazy with possibilities. Should he dare? Should he wait? Taking a step closer to Yoongi, he looked at the older who had just put his shirt aside and was showing off a sweet smile towards him. Oh, how in love Jungkook was. Desperately. He needed him. His fingertips touched Yoongi’s skin every so lightly. “Here…your shirt,” Jungkook’s voice was barely a whisper, when his eyes flickered down to Yoongi’s lips, leaning in slowly.

At first Yoongi froze in shock, grabbing Jungkook's arms on instinct. He was about to push the younger away when Jungkook leaned further into him, his lean, warm body pressing against Yoongi‘s. It felt so nice to have someone close like this and... he missed Jimin so much! Jungkook kissed how Yoongi felt; desperate and vulnerable. So, despite knowing better he kissed Jungkook back. It seemed like the younger had just waited for this because as soon as he felt Yoongi reciprocating he melted into him, opening his mouth softly to let Yoongi in. Jungkook's mouth was heavenly, warm and soft, his lips pressing with just the right amount of force against his to feel his desire. He pulled Jungkook closer by the waist, needing to feel more of him, of this perfect body. Which he knew well enough considering that he has had it beneath him before. He wasn‘t exactly proud of that memory, as it had been a drunk fuck and nothing more but what he remembered of it was amazing. Jungkook had definitely known how to use his obvious charms, just as he did right now.

The younger smiled against Yoongi’s lips, knowing exactly how to drive him wild and make him addicted to the kiss. Carefully and sensually, Jungkook let his hands caress over Yoongi’s chest until he could wrap his arms around Yoongi’s neck, wanting to feel even closer. He pulled back, feeling a little out of a breath when he gazed back into Yoongi’s eyes. The older’s arms still holding onto his waist and Jungkook couldn’t help but smile and lean in again. He just needed more. Even though he wasn’t sure how far Yoongi would go, this was already enough to soothe Jungkook’s heart a little. Yoongi was back in his arms, kissing him until he was out of breath.

It was way too tempting to lose himself in the way Jungkook was kissing him to listen to the small little voice of reason who told him that this was a bad idea. Sure, he and Jimin were on a break right now so it wasn't exactly cheating and ... and... The soft little moan Jungkook made was all it took to lure him in completely. He was weak to that kind of sound. And Jungkook had such a beautiful voice. He remembered all too well how sensual and mind blowingly good the younger was in bed… and he was old enough to know the difference between love and just sex. So what difference would it make to just forget everything that was bothering him for some feelgood time and a little fun. So, when he realized Jungkook was leading him towards the bed he didn’t stop him.

It was easy for him to turn a little, getting up on the bed behind him and pulling Yoongi over him when he was kissing Yoongi absolutely senseless. Yoongi placed his arms left and right of Jungkooks head to balance out his weight although he knew the younger could take it. He liked that about Jungkook a lot, his physicality, the ability to confront things that seemed beyond his limits and win nonetheless. He was just what he needed right now, something strong and solid. Someone to lean onto. His hand slipped under Jungkook’s shirt as he teasingly traced his muscles, smirking into the kiss as he felt them clench under his touch. Jungkook couldn’t believe this was happening right now, feeling like he was on cloud nine, absolutely overwhelmed from the sensations. Yoongi’s touch felt so familiar, so achingly soft on his skin, making him shiver underneath the older. He let Yoongi kiss down his neck easily, moaning softly, holding him tight to him. Jungkook never wanted to let go of Yoongi again. He could feel Yoongi’s hands under his shirt, right before he yanked it over his head and Jungkook couldn’t help but giggle. Yoongi seemed like he wanted to get down to it fast and Jungkook was all up for it. He just wanted him. Desperately.

Jungkook looked so happy that Yoongi couldn’t help but kiss him, again and again. He was feeling the younger up shamelessly, surprised at how eagerly Jungkook reacted. But if he was honest, he wasn’t exactly the greatest at pushing down his needs either. His desire has caught flame and was burning brighter with each touch and each kiss they shared. He palmed Jungkook through his pants and was rewarded with a beautiful groan that he kissed right out of the youngers mouth. He would tease as many moans out of him as he could tonight... His hand found its way to the button and with a pop and a stare right into the youngers eyes he opened his pants. Jungkook smirked. He felt hot and the mixture of desire, happiness and alcohol he had before was loosening his tongue. His voice barely a whisper. Breathy, soft moans escaping his lips. “I missed you,” Jungkook whispered, when Yoongi was leaving a wet trail of kisses all over his stomach, “I knew…you would come…back. Just…needed you to see me.”

He couldn’t really make sense of Jungkook’s words but as he had more pressing matters right now - like undressing him - he concentrated on that. Jungkook looked amazing like this, all the expanse of smooth, unblemished skin… Yoongi couldn’t wait to take him.

Jungkook moaned, when Yoongi was palming him again through his boxers, arching his back beautifully, “Hm you…just needed a little push…but now you’re…with me.” Closing his eyes in pleasure, Jungkook wasn’t even sure if his mumbling made sense, but he needed Yoongi to know that he had always been there. Waiting for him. To see him. To love him.

Yoongi faltered when he realized that Jungkook was talking about Jimin’s accident. The exact thing he tried to not think about right now. His voice was a little bitter when he answered. “A little push? Well, I’d call that an enormous, unnecessary crash. A waste of metal and brain cells and... and goddamn trust!”

Jungkook let his hands caress over Yoongi’s chest, as he still felt blissfully gone in the pleasure not really noticing that Yoongi was stiffening up a little. Leaning forward, he kissed along his shoulder and up to his neck, until he was reaching Yoongi’s jawline. “It wasn’t unnecessary,” He whispered quietly, placing a kiss on his lips, “Now, you see he isn’t good for you.” Another kiss on Yoongi’s cheek and Jungkook lost himself, not really caring about telling Yoongi the truth now. “I knew he would go crazy,” He whispered, “It was only a matter of time until he would break and you’re back with me.”

Yoongi looked at him incredulously. “You... you’re making it sound like what happened to Jimin was a good thing! And... even though you were right about him hurting me, maybe... if...if there’s an explanation for everything... you see... if he would just tell me the truth and promise to never do something crazily stupid like this... I think I could forgive him?” He felt awkward talking about everything in the current position he was in. This was meant to be a pretty distraction. Not an opportunity to delve even deeper into his hurt and confusion.

“There is an explanation,” Jungkook caressed over Yoongi’s cheek softly, before he confessed easily, “Jimin is a mess and I couldn’t let you stumble into something and let you get hurt even more in the end. So, he just needed a little push and I took it upon myself to do so. I needed you to be safe. I can’t see you getting hurt. He would have hurt you…and it would have been worse.” He sighed, kissing Yoongi’s jawline sweet and quick as he let his hand caress down his naked back, “I needed you to see who he really is.”

Yoongi felt like he was in some kind of distorted reality. Hearing Jungkook say those words and realizing their meaning where two different things. His mind was just blank for a second. Then it hit him like a wall of bricks. “W...what? His voice sounded as choked as he felt. This couldn’t be true. He felt sick, scrambling to get away from Jungkook and sit on the bed, staring at him as if he had sprouted another head. “This... No way. There’s no way that this... Please tell me you’re joking. Tell me this is an inappropriate, awful, twisted excuse of a joke!” Jungkook had flinched when Yoongi moved so fast, that he wasn’t able to reach out for him. He huffed, being slightly annoyed that Yoongi apparently still thought that what happened to Jimin was still worth an explanation.

“He did it all himself! He made that mess, not me,” Jungkook said, his voice began to shake, “I maybe put some of the drugs into his drink, but he was the one who crashed into the wall. Jimin wanted to race! I didn’t make him! It’s his own fault that he crashed.” Jungkook was totally blind to the consequences of his behavior by now, just seeing his own hurt and pain, “You were able to see how messed up he is… because no one saw it. It wasn’t the first time he did stuff like that and you know that! Why would he change for you then? He would have only hurt you? I wouldn’t. I was always there for you!”

Yoongi got up, the rage making his hands shake while took his shirt and tried his best to put it back on without ripping it in the process - or throwing a punch at Jungkook. “You’re delusional, Jungkook. How could you... how on earth could you think that anything would justify drugging… my God, you could have killed him! You knew he was on drugs... drugs that you gave him... “ He broke off. Any second that he was with Jungkook was a second wasted in which he could tell Jimin that he was sorry. “I need to find Jimin. Right now.”

“Yoongi! No!” Jungkook got up on his knees, catching Yoongi’s wrist easily and holding him back in the process, “He will do it again and you know that. If it isn’t me… then he will get it from someone else. And he will drag you down with him!” His voice suddenly softened, his heart beating hard against his chest when he realized that Yoongi was about to run away from him… again. He was getting anxious. His heart aching painfully with every beat of it. “Please, Yoongi,” Jungkook wrapped his arms around the older waist to keep him close and from running away, “Please don’t go. I just… wanted you to see me. Why didn’t you see me? Please…stay here, please. I just…I’m sorry. I didn’t mean for him to get hurt, believe me. That was his fault. Not mine! Please, I love you…”

Yoongi had tried, he had really tried to hold himself back but seeing Jungkook like this, still believing that he did the right thing and even daring to tell him that he loved him while the real person who told him that was hurting because of Jungkook – he just snapped. He forcefully ripped Jungkook’s hands off of him, not caring in the slightest if he hurt him.

“You poor, twisted excuse of a person! You have no idea what love is about if you think that you could trick someone into loving you like that. You risked Jimin’s sanity, his life for your wicked little plans.” He shook his head as if he still couldn’t believe it, a humorless laugh on his lips. “And I even told Jimin that none of you would ever do anything to harm him. I really believed in you, no matter how childish or angry or jealous you might be. No, I could never love you Jungkook. Not after I’ve seen what you turned out to be. I never want to see you again.” It was just a whisper, low and hateful but it had the same effect as if Yoongi had screamed it in his face or beat it into his skin.” Then he left, not sparing the younger a single glance.

“Yoongi, please! I’m sorry, I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to hurt him I just... I wanted...” His voice died out. Jungkook bit down so hard on his lip that he drew blood, but the stinging feel didn’t even come close to the havoc that Yoongi’s words wreaked inside of his chest. He had to swallow down his whimpers to talk but he couldn’t just give up he couldn’t let Yoongi walk away he needed... he needed him to understand, so stay, to... to not leave him again. “Please...” His voice was weak, barely a shadow of himself. “I’ll do whatever it takes, whatever you…want me to do just please.. please don’t leave me. Don’t leave me. Please don’t leave me.” He was crying now, begging although Yoongi was long gone. Left him like before. When Yoongi walked away Jungkook finally broke, curling into himself on the bed, crying miserably, for Yoongi, for his broken heart, for everything he had ruined.

Taehyung turned the key in the lock of their shared apartment with a sigh. It was late already, and he just hoped Jungkook was already asleep and not staying awake playing videos games all night and then falling asleep at work again. He smiled at the cute moments, where Taehyung had to shake Jungkook awake when they had a new customer. How flustered he was. The red flushing his cheeks and Taehyung would have loved to lean over and…

A quiet sob made Taehyung freeze in his movements, closing the main door quietly as he listened. He threw his bag aside, not even caring to get out of his jacket as he ran over to Jungkook’s room, only coming to a halt in front of his door. Taehyung didn’t need to push the door open, it still stood wide, seeing Jungkook in his half naked, curled in form, sobbing and crying. “Jungkook,” His voice was barely audible, when Taehyung rushed over to Jungkook who was looking like he had hurt himself, or got hurt, or whatever happened. Either way Taehyung was worried and scared. “It’s me, Tae,” He whispered, getting onto the bed, carefully reaching out for Jungkook to not startle him, “What happened? Are you okay?”

Jungkook saw Taehyung running towards him and instead of getting comfort from how worried Tae was because of him and he just died a little more inside. Tae. Caring, joyful Tae with his heart too big and his mind full of wonder. How would he react when he found out what he had done? He whimpered, thinking about how Tae would push him away like Yoongi. Which he would do because Tae was gentle, warm hearted and patient in places where Jungkook was just downright cruel as he had shown all too clearly with his actions. He just curled in tighter on himself, hiding his face in his arms, trying not to let Tae see, trying to protect himself from getting his heart broken again tonight.

“Jungkookie, please,” Taehyung shifted a little closer, caressing reassuringly over his back – but no matter what he did, Jungkook didn’t talk to him. So, Taehyung did what he deemed was the best to do in a situation like this. He got rid of his jacket quick, just because it annoyed him and was uncomfortable. Before he laid down beside Jungkook though, he got a thin blanket to drape it over him. He didn’t want him to start freezing. Jungkook had turned away from him, but that didn’t keep Taehyung from putting his arm around the younger as he laid down beside him, caressing over his arm softly. “I’m here, it’s okay,” Taehyung said quietly, “I’ll stay here, okay?”

Jungkook just wished Taehyung wouldn’t be so nice to him then because then maybe the contrast wouldn’t be as cruel. Every caress hurt like a cut because it wasn’t what he deserved, and he knew that Tae would get away from him as soon as he knew the truth, just like Yoongi had. He just wished he could take it all back. Everything. Not just that he had told Yoongi. But what he had done. To Jimin. To everyone. He had been so angry. Now he just felt lost. And hurt. He had been broken already before he just hadn‘t realized it till now.

He had risked Jimin dying just to get Yoongi to love him. Which had been meaningless anyway because Yoongi was still in love with Jimin and even if he wasn‘t he would never choose Jungkook. Maybe it was visible somehow to others, that he was cold and heartless, that he couldn‘t take things slow, he had to go all in every time, be it a stupid game – or love. He had been so busy fighting for Yoongi that he had entirely missed that Yoongi didn‘t want him. He had never wanted him, not like that. He had looked out for him because he was the youngest of their group and Yoongi was a person who cared for each individual in his group. Not because Jungkook was special to him. Now that the realization had sunk in that there was no one who wanted him he realized how lonely he really was. How fixated he had been on Yoongi.

He shivered when the cold was creeping under his skin. A part of him wanted to tell Taehyung some lie so that the other would feel with him, would hold him, make him feel better. But it would be cruel to use Tae‘s soft heart like that. And he couldn‘t... he couldn‘t do that to him. Even if it would have meant to soothe his pain for a while. He needed to tell Taehyung the truth as he deserved it, show him at least that little act of respect for everything the other had done for him, for the long time they had been friends. No matter how much it would hurt to lose Tae as well. “Please... please stop.” His voice sounded as broken as he felt but there was no other way than to just tell him right now.

Taehyung felt his stomach drop with how broken Jungkook sounded. He stopped everything he was doing right away, looking at Jungkook in confusion. “What’s wrong? What happened, Jungkookie?” Taehyung asked carefully, propping himself up on his elbow to look over Jungkook’s shoulder and at his face, “Please, you know you can tell me anything. No matter what it is…”

Jungkook took a deep breath and looked at Tae’s face, so gentle, so worried before he would look at him with contempt and disgust, like Yoongi had. It really had been nice to have a best friend, someone who shared the same passions and who was by his side through the good times as well as the bad. He sobbed when he tried not to think about how all of those memories would fade away now that Tae would start to hate him. As soon as the other would realize how he really was he would turn his back on him. Better not to stall it. It was like pulling off a plaster, the quicker the painless it would be. But it would still hurt like hell.

“I fucked up, Tae“ It was a meaningless sentence, considering that Tae must have figured something was wrong the way he was curled, with his tear streaked face and empty eyes.

A sad smile appeared on Taehyung’s face, when Jungkook confessed to him and Taehyung pulled in Jungkook a little closer to him, making sure he could feel the warmth coming from him, instead of pushing him away.

“I... Jimin... the accident... it’s all my fault. I tried to make him run into trouble so Yoongi would be disappointed and... not love him anymore.” Now that he phrased it like this is sounded stupid even to his own ears. He didn’t tell Taehyung that he had wanted Yoongi to love him instead. It hurt too much. And for the moment he tried not to think too far ahead, just be with Taehyung for as long as he could before he would be alone again. his voice was barely audible when he spoke, but he got the words out because if he didn’t manage to tell Taehyung the truth now he would never have the guts to do it. And so, Taehyung would hear it from someone else and abandon him too but... he wouldn’t be able to say goodbye. “I drugged him, Tae. I put something in his drink and then... didn’t held him back when he got in his car.”

“I know,” He whispered, pushing a string of hair out of Jungkook’s face, chuckling a little at Jungkook’s confused expression. He knew how much it would hurt if the one you loved didn’t love you back, if he was longing after someone else while you tried to make him see you. The feeling had made itself a home in his heart. He knew it all too well, but the difference was, Jungkook had acted on the feeling and Taehyung had to see his downfall.

“Who do you think called the ambulance?” Taehyung asked, not accusing Jungkook in any way, “I saw you with him and at first I didn’t think anything bad…but then Jimin got into the car and I knew something was wrong. I know you didn’t mean to hurt him.” He hooked a finger under Jungkook’s chin to make him look up at him, “You messed up big time. I know you’ve been hurting but it’s not an excuse…but I know you better than anyone else. I wish I could have…helped you more. Keep you safe and not make you run into any more trouble. I’m sorry I failed.” He reached out to cup Jungkook’s cheek, his thumb caressing over the soft skin, wiping away a tear that fell. “I’m disappointed, Jungkook…,” Taehyung said with a soft voice, wrapping his arm a little closer around Jungkook to make sure the younger felt what he would say next through his actions, “...but I don’t hate you.”

“You knew?” Jungkook couldn’t wrap his head around it. But in this mess that was his life at least something needed to be good right?

“So, it was you…,” He had wondered who had found Jimin first while he lay awake in that first night after the incident, horrified by the thought of people coming too late or the car catching fire. But not in his wildest dreams did he think it could have been Taehyung. Now it made sense why his friend had avoided him those last few days. But he had kept his mouth shut, without doubt corrupting his own moral compass and still sticking to it - for him. And, although he had just told him that he was disappointed in him he was still there. He still held him. Jungkook leaned his head on Taehyung's shoulder, sighing deeply and closing his eyes, just to rest for a second. To not feel so broken, even if it was just for the blink of an eye.

“Yoongi said he doesn’t want to see me again, so I guess that’s it, working at the workshop is over for me. It would be nice if you would let me stay in the flat for a little while though, only until I find something else.” Just mentioning Yoongi’s name hurt. But he would get used to it. Just like he would get used to a new job, new flat. New friends. Not everyone would react like Taehyung had, he was certain of that. “I’m not sure how long it’ll take me to find something new, but I swear I’m not going to make you choose between Yoongi and me. I’ll just come home to sleep so they don’t have to run into me when they come over.” It would be strange to go without their ‘special friendship nights’, watching stupid films and getting pizza. But he would never go against Yoongi ever again. And he was sure Jimin didn’t want to see him either. He should apologize to him. Get him chocolate, some flowers, a card. Though he doubted there would be one that said, “I’m sorry I drugged you and left you to die I didn’t mean to and it was really stupid”. He shivered but if it was because of the cold or because he was scared, he couldn't tell.

Taehyung listened to Jungkook attentively, while he caressed through his hair, pulling the blanket a little closer over his shoulders, when he felt the shiver in Jungkook’s body. “I understand if it is your decision if you want to go, but don’t do it because of me. You don’t have to move out,” A faint smile appeared on his lips, “And we’ll figure something out, okay? Just… please.” He waited for Jungkook to look at him again, “Listen to me this time, okay? You and me we’re going to make this right. I can’t promise that Yoongi will forgive you...or Jimin... but at least you can try and I won’t leave you alone in this. You’re better than that. You just...got lost.” Taehyung leaned in to place a kiss on top of Jungkook’s hair. He couldn’t let Jungkook be alone in this, no matter how hard he had fucked up. It was an easy promise for him, because deep in his heart Taehyung knew that Jungkook wouldn’t do such things again. He had learned the hard way now.

“I’ll be back in a second okay?” He whispered, before he slipped out of the blanket, making sure Jungkook wouldn’t freeze without his body heat as he draped it closer over his body.

When Tae left him, he curled in on himself again, staying like this completely motionless and getting lost in his own thoughts until Tae came back.

Taehyung rushed to the kitchen first, opening the freezer as he got out a bottle of water and some of Jungkookie’s favorite banana milk. The younger always drank it when he was feeling low or sad and Taehyung knew all about Jungkook’s favorite things. Then he got some tissues, before he rushed into the bathroom, getting a small towel, wetting it with warm water. When he was back with Jungkook, he placed the things onto the little nightstand, just so the other would only need to reach out for it. He sat himself back next to Jungkook, pulling the younger one into his embrace. Reaching for the towel, he cleaned Jungkook’s face, so he could feel a little better, with the uttermost care. His arm holding the younger tight to him, while Jungkook’s head was resting on his chest.

Jungkook let Tae take care of him like a scared child, rigid and wide eyed and insecure. He would go with whatever would come next, completely disconnected from the here and now. Just watching, reacting passively and relying mainly on instincts. Thinking too much hadn’t done him any good and right now he was hurting too much to use his mind properly, so he let the comfortably numb feeling wash over him.

Taehyung noticed how lifeless Jungkook seemed and it hurt him to see his friend like that. He wished he could have done more for him before, that it wouldn’t have to go so far. Sighing deeply, he put the washcloth away again, reaching for the water to make Jungkook drink a little. He didn’t want him to get a headache from dehydration tomorrow. Luckily for him, Jungkook was pliant and doing whatever he told him… though it still made his heart sting painfully.

“I’m going to stay by your side okay?” He whispered sweetly into his hair, placing a kiss on top of his head, “You won’t be alone.” Shifting a little, he pulled the blanket over himself as well, letting Jungkook settle next to him however he liked. When the younger was seeking his embrace and warmth, Taehyung caressed sweetly over his hair, reassuring him each time he stirred, waiting until the exhaustion had taken over and he had fallen asleep in his arms. Taehyung's warmth and kindness was more than he felt he deserved so he felt a bit guilty for accepting it so easily, but how could he turn down the only comfort he had? He tried not to make it too obvious how he was snuggling closer to his friend, burying his head somewhere near Taehyung's chest. He whispered a quiet thank you against the boys skin before the need to rest took over, making him fall asleep in no time.

A/N: We are nearing the end! What do you think about this chapter? Will Yoongi be able to find Jimin soon? Ughhh my heart broke a little for Jungkook here ;; Anyways.... thank you for reading! You are the best! Thank you so much for your support! ❤ I am so sorry that I couldn’t link any chapters or the masterlist on this post. Tumblrs latest issues makes the post not show up on the search engine when you link internal links...which is very stupid....but okay. So, you can find everything in the masterlist in my description and I’ll relink everything soon.

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thedefinitionofbts · 7 years ago

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Of Stardust and Spacetime (3)

Ch. 1 | Ch. 2 | Ch. 3 | Ch. 4 | Ch. 5 | Ch. 6 | Ch. 7 | Ch. 8 (Final)

Pairings: Jeon Jungkook x Reader | Kim Seokjin x Reader

Genre: Scifi, Angst, Fluff/Romance, Comedy

Words: 3.8K

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On clear nights he looks up at the sky, and he can still see you. He can see the image of you transcending alternate universes tied together by iridescent ribbons, passing through the iron cores of distant stars, and sliding across Orion’s belt to meet him in that magical place between the stratums of space and time. And he can remember that you existed, and that you stood next to him, just like this.

The lights on the staircase turn on the moment Jungkook’s footsteps are loud enough to trigger the automated system. He makes his way to his apartment with the thought of you still hanging heavy on his mind and the feeling of your intertwined hands still fresh on the bare skin of his fingers. He’s having a hard time believing he visibly saw you for the first time in his life, all these years convincing himself that you were only a product of his active imagination out the window.

Of course that doesn’t mean he’s not skeptical anymore because he undoubtedly still is. Wanting nothing more than to continue believing you only existed in his mind because that was much easier than finding a concrete explanation for whatever phenomenon he’d been experiencing for the majority of his life. Seeing a person who is invisible to the rest of the world (and even himself up until this evening) is something that would get him a referral to a mental health clinic, but he’s almost certain he’s fine psychologically. It wouldn’t make sense for him to have no other symptoms of hallucinations besides knowing a girl who doesn’t even exist in the physical world. Oh god, it’s starting to sound ridiculous again. He squeezes his eyes shut, rubbing the bridge of his nose as he pauses mid-step. You can’t be real, but your hands were so soft, so tender, so tangible, and Jungkook finally thinks he knows what it means to have someone’s hand fit perfectly in his.

He is so fucking conflicted.

He reaches into his pocket to fish out his keys, trying to be as quiet as possible. He didn’t want to wake up the neighbors or Hoseok for that matter, since said male was probably fast asleep by now because as far as he could tell from the window, it was pretty damn dark inside.

“Finally!” Hoseok’s resounding voice is the first thing that welcomes him the instant he opens the apartment door and steps inside.

Jungkook jolts in alarm, flicking on the lights at warp speed. “Fuck” He mutters, clutching his chest. “You’re still up?”

“Sure am”

Jungkook’s eyes land on the older male who was wrapped in three blankets, curled up on the couch with a weak-ass pillow fort acting as protection for whatever was going to pop out of the scary movie he was evidently watching- alone, when he knows it’ll give him nightmares for days.

“So how was it?” Hoseok reaches for the remote and turns off the TV, hand still trembling from earlier jumps of fright.

“How was what?”

“The date! What else would I be referring to?”

Jungkook plops down beside him. “Oh uh, it was alright…” He responds inattentively, fiddling with the corner of one of the blankets, still deciding if he wanted to talk about that thing that was still on his mind. That same thing that he has never told anyone but has him so conflicted he swears he if wasn’t insane before, he’s about to be real soon.

“Tell me the details.” Hoseok urges, wiggling his eyebrows and nudging him a little.

Jungkook scratches the back of his neck awkwardly. He should do it. Now was a good time…right? “Actually, there’s something I need to tell you.” He can’t believe he’s doing this.

Hoseok gasps. “You stole my credit card and used it to pay for your date tonight?!”

“What? No!” Jungkook defends, shaking his head in confusion. “Why would you jump to that conclusion right off the bat?”

“Hey, it’s not my fault you make me pay for literally everything, and I know for a fact that you’re broke.” He shrugs as if he hadn’t just jumbled all of Jungkook’s carefully arranged train of thoughts. “So if it’s not that, what is it then? Is it life changing? Should I prepare myself?” Hoseok adjusts his position on the couch and flashes Jungkook the you-have-my-undivided-attention look.

“Well…kind of. I mean, not really?” Jungkook takes a deep breath. This was it. He was going to let out the secret he’s kept for years. “So I have this friend who I’ve known since I was like five, and-”

“And you just realized that you’re actually in love with her, but never had the guts to admit it until now.” Hoseok butts in and finishes the sentence for the younger male.

“No! I mean…maybe?” Jungkook pinches his nose in mild annoyance. This is not going as smoothly as he had envisioned, but why was it so difficult to explain? He’s starting to regret even bringing it up, but his roommate and best friend is the only person he can go to for help. He stalls with another long exhale. “I can’t see her, and she’s like not actually here, but - ”

“Have you tried calling her? Ask her if you guys can like meet up?” The questions begin pouring out of Hoseok mouth like a waterfall. “You just need to be upfront with your feelings, Kook. And why are you thinking about her when you just went on a date with someone else?”

“My date didn’t show up.” Jungkook grumbles hastily.

“Aww, Kook” Hoseok’s expression turns into one of compassionate concern as he scoots over and offers a consolatory hug. “It’s their loss.”

“That’s not the important part, ok?” Jungkook snaps, frustrated that the older male keeps cutting him off. “Will you just let me finish explaining?”

Hoseok tenses in alarm, but nods obediently and makes a motion of zipping up his lips and tossing the key.

It takes a full two hours to clarify enough details about you for Hoseok to realize Jungkook isn’t kidding or mentally ill when he says he’s known a girl who doesn’t really exist for almost twenty years.

He starts from the very beginning, when he was five and ran into the forbidden forest, only to refer to you as his guardian angel after you saved him from that “near death” experience. As he got a bit older, it was brought to his attention that most kids his age would have companions labeled as “imaginary friends”, and that was when he first thought he had finally figured everything out. Of course, he hadn’t really understood why every other kid could describe what their imaginary friend was like, their personality, physical traits, preferences…etc, when he didn’t even know your name.

It wasn’t until he was thirteen that he finally acquired that critical piece of information, which he is still uncertain of how it happened because you had always told him you didn’t even know yourself. At that point he started to wonder if you were a spirit because he had read stories of people who would forget about who they were after death, but that also didn’t make any sense because later on you told him you were alive and you had described coming from a place that did not sound like earth at all.

He’s completely exhausted when he finishes, and he feels like he has just given a presentation on gravitational waves to a room full of high schoolers because Hoseok gets confused every five seconds and asks him to repeat statements like “I can hear her voice in my head” and “she’s humanoid by most likely not from earth.” He’s relieved when he finishes with the events that occurred tonight. The ones that rendered him certain that you were real and compelled him to even reveal all of this to Hoseok.

“You saw her?” Hoseok’s eyes widen to an unnatural size. “And you held her hand?”

Jungkook purses his lips and bobs his head in affirmation.

“So you can only see her when you’re trying really hard?” Hoseok’s slack jaw makes his sentence sound kind of slurred. He’s still reeling from all the information that Jungkook just poured on him.

The younger male nods again. “More or less… In recent years, she’s been coming even when I’m not thinking about her really intensely.” It’s true. Jungkook has been noticing that you’ve been showing up on your own, and he can’t say that he’s disturbed by it at all. In fact, it’s quite the opposite. He used to feel bad about making you spent time with him, if what your sensory interactions can be called “spending time together”, but now that you’ve been coming to him without him initiating, everything is driven to feel much less one sided. Albeit, he still wonders if it’s too early to say your feelings for each other are mutual. Jungkook has jumped to conclusions in the past, and let’s just say they didn’t all end up well.

Hoseok’s eyes pop out, and he begins looking around the room in noticeable fear. “C-can you see her now?”

“She’s not here now,” Jungkook mutters with an urge to roll his eyes. “And can you please stop acting like she’s a ghost?”

Hoseok swallows, having a fleeting flashback to a scene in the movie he was just watching. A shiver runs down his spine. “Sorry, sorry, it’s just…I don’t know…can I sleep in your bed tonight?”

Jungkook laughs. “I have class tomorrow morning.” He reminds, knowing that Hoseok likes to sleep in whenever he doesn’t have work. “But yes, you’re welcome to crash with me.” He smiles, knowing the older male would be lucky to get a wink of sleep if he were left alone after watching a horror movie and listening to Jungkook’s unusual life story.

Hoseok lets out a breath he didn’t know he was holding. “Thanks, Kook…” He pauses. “But what are you going to do now?”

“I’m going to find some scientific explanation for it.” Jungkook replies matter-of-factly, despite the doubt that there even is one.

“Are you just saying that because it’s what you study?” Hoseok cocks a brow as he smirks playfully, nudging the younger male’s arm.

Jungkook huffs a laugh, hiding the fact that it’s literally what his whole life has been dedicated to ever since he met you. “Yeah, well, I feel like science is more reliable than magic or some supernatural shit.”

…

“You know what they say~ ” Jimin singsongs. “It would take a whole 8 minutes for us to realize the sun burned out.”

“Ok, that was random” Yoongi folds his arms across his chest as he waits for the projector screen to turn on. He can almost sense the younger male trying to come up with a comical rebuttal or some lame joke to cheer him up, and as much as he wants to pretend isn’t charming, it is.

The two of them were preparing for class on a crisp autumn morning, or more accurately, readying themselves for a day of introductions and failed attempts at sparking the interest of nerdy grad students, who either already knew what they were getting into or just waiting to have their minds blown away.

This was Min Yoongi’s first semester teaching the paradoxical merging of Quantum Mechanics and Relativity, and he wanted to make a good impression on the lost souls who were going to stumble into the ancient smelling lecture hall in less than twenty minutes. And he was more than glad, although he would never admit it, to have his long time friend and colleague, Park Jimin, by his side as his head TA.

“Hey, we’re members of the theoretical physics department. Nothing is truly random around here.” Jimin laughs, dropping his stack of syllabi on the grimy table, causing a plume of dust to diffuse throughout the air.

“We were discussing how to handle tardiness.” Yoongi flashes him a bored expression, something he always did when his overly zealous assistant got sidetracked.

“Exactly. That’s why I was going to suggest asking them how far they had to travel.” Jimin waits for the dark haired professor to burst into giggles, but it obviously doesn’t happen.

“We both know that sort of delay is negligible for proximal objects.” Yoongi mutters, wondering how on earth Jimin, a Ph.D candidate in theoretical physics, could come up with such a flawed idea.

“Ah, you’re no fun.” The younger male sighs as he slides over to his computer.

Soon the students start entering one by one, and quite literally too, because watching the rows of vacant seats being taken was like watching a dripping faucet attempt to fill a ten gallon water tank. In other words, not going to happen. They’ll be lucky to get 1: 2 instructor, student ratio at this rate.

One kid with wavy grey hair looked like he was lost, but ended up taking a seat anyways. Minutes later, another with dark bangs covering his eyes awkwardly took a seat next to him.

Yoongi and Jimin wait for more students to show up, but only three more arrive before it’s time to start class.

“What a nice turn out” Yoongi smiles stiffly as crickets chirp in the far distance. “Aish, fuck it.” He mutters. “Welcome to class, I’m Professor Min, your instructor for this semester, and this is Park Jimin, your TA.” He gestures to Jimin, who unlike Yoongi, flashes a bright and genuine smile to the five students huddled in the back of the lecture hall, straight up pretending like there wasn’t a sea of empty seats right in front of them.

…

Jeon Jungkook didn’t know if sitting next to the only other student in an entirely empty lecture hall was a move too bold for the first day of class, but he does it anyways.

“Hey”

The silver haired male looks up. “Hi!” He flashes Jungkook a boxy grin, and Jungkook is almost taken aback by how good looking the guy is. Like weren’t physics nerds usually more….nerdy looking?

“Is this seat taken?” Jungkook asks, only to find that he had just unintentionally extracted the awkwardness out of the situation because there were clearly a million open seats. What an idiot. He should’ve just sat down.

“Nope, it’s all yours. I’m Taehyung, by the way. Kim Taehyung.” The hot dude, who Jungkook now knows as Kim Taehyung, introduces.

“Jeon Jungkook” Jungkook is now low-key attempting to act as casually as possible while taking the empty seat next to said male who just blew him away with his attractiveness. Jungkook swears he’s straight.

“Jeon Jungkook?” Taehyung repeats, both eyebrows raised. “You don’t happen to play Overwatch do you?”

Jungkook’s eyes widen. “H-how’d you know? Is it that obvious?” Jungkook’s eyes dart down towards his shirt, praying that he didn’t accidentally wear his gaming shirt to class by accident. How fucking embarrassing would that be? To his relief, he’s actually sporting one of his nicer button ups.

“Ummm, you don’t happen to be…uhhh….nochu97….are you?”

Jungkook is now convinced that Taehyung is either a mind reader or the lord almighty himself because what the flying fuck. “H-how-” Jungkook cuts his query short because he suddenly has a realization that he has only ever told one person his gaming alias. “vante95?”

Taehyung cringes like he was about to receive a smack in the face. “I’m sorry, man. I didn’t mean to stand you up that day. I- I got nervous and chickened out last minute.”

“Why did you tell me your name was Taeyeon? I thought you were a girl.” Jungkook is starting to think Hoseok was right about not trusting people you’ve only met virtually. He’s not really annoyed or angry that Taehyung lied to him, but he can already hear Hoseok’s voice in his head singing, “I told you so”.

“I like to keep my identity…ambiguous.” Taehyung licks his bottom lip, clearly feeling a bit exposed. “Again, I’m so sorry…”

Jungkook nods his head without making eye contact. “Nah, it’s fine.” He chuckles lightly. “But what a coincidence that we’re in the same class.”

“Yeah, who would’ve guessed?” Taehyung huffs a laugh of relief, glad that the other male isn’t holding some kind of grudge.

“Shall we start?” The professor’s voice cuts through the chitter chatter, and both Jungkook and Taehyung look up to see that the older male was looking directly at them. They had been so immersed in their own conversation that they didn’t notice class had already begun and said professor was getting mildly annoyed that no one was paying attention to his introduction.

Jungkook closes his mouth and shifts in his seat.

“As I was saying,” Professor Min continues. “Due to the fact that you are all graduate students, we will mostly be focused on a research topic that you will eventually present as your final thesis at the end of the year. You will be allowed two weeks to decide your topics and whether you want to work alone or with a partner.”

“I recommend pairing up. It’s much more fun that way!” The TA, known as Park Jimin chimes in with a bright smile, eyes transforming into a pair of crescents.

The professor nods, face devoid of emotion, and Jungkook wonders if he is perhaps annoyed that he was interrupted once again or if that’s just how he expresses agreement.

…

When Jungkook was in middle school he wasn’t exactly a social butterfly- not that he became one later in his life, but he used to be even more hermit-like back in the day.

He kept to himself at school and didn’t really have any friends except a boy named Yugyeom who occasionally invited him to hang out with his gang of popular kids. They were all really nice and all, but Jungkook always felt out of place and, in his own words, “would much rather play alone”. But part of him knows that it would be a lie to say that wanting to be alone was his only reason for rejecting their offer of hitting up the convenience store during their lunch period. There was someone else Jungkook wanted to see, and he think’s he zeroing in on how to get you to magically appear.

He’s performed several iterations of trial and error for the past seven years, and he’s still not entirely sure how to get you to show up because he was only lucky enough to sense your presence twelve more times after your first meeting. The only thing he is certain of at this point is that he has to be alone, and he has to concentrate really hard on…he doesn’t quite know yet, but focus is apparently key.

And it’s on a blisteringly hot, humid, and cloudy day that you do stand next to him once more.

The instant he’s hit with that familiar feeling of companionship his eyes light up. “You’re back!” Jungkook shouts in excitement before quickly realizing he was being too loud and peering around to make sure no one heard his burst of excitement. He had snuck out to the empty track field while all the other students were eating lunch in the cafeteria, and he could not afford getting caught at a moment as special to him as this.

“I am” You reply with a warm smile that he can vaguely feel.

“Sorry if it was a bad time.” He apologizes nervously. “I just…wanted to talk to you.” He adds a little more shyly.

“Don’t be, please.” You giggle. “I literally have no idea where I was or what I was even doing before getting here.” Your own cluelessness used to bother you, but now it just feels normal.

“So you still haven’t gotten your memories back, huh?” Jungkook lies down on the grass and looks up at the gloomy sky. The grey clouds were growing more ominous, a sign of the pending storm. He prays that the rain will be delayed because he doesn’t want to go back inside, not when you’ve just arrived and he wanted nothing more than to spend this time with you.

“I guess so” You reply, walking over and waving an arm in front of him as he kept his fixation on the grey expanse. As expected, he doesn’t even flinch.

“Maybe playing a game will help,” He suggests, sitting up suddenly. “Like those question games people play to get to know each other better.”

“Ok” You accept, taking a seat in front of him and observing the way he seems to be looking straight at you.

“I’ll start.” He says. “So my name is Jeon Jungkook. I’m thirteen years old, and my favorite subject in school is physics.”

“Physics?” You repeat, wondering why it sounded oddly familiar.

“Yeah, you know, the study of matter and its motion, the nature of the universe.” He hints at the fact that this is common knowledge, despite the puzzled expression on your face that he is partially blind too. “It’s super interesting, and my teacher’s really good at drawing cartoon pictures of force diagrams. I think he’s one of the most talented teachers on earth.”

“Earth?” Now this was even further outside your range of understanding. “What is that?”

Jungkook furrows his brows, sensing your growing confusion. “The planet we’re on right now, silly.” He laughs. “Wow, you must really have your memory wiped clean.”

You crinkle your nose in distaste. How dare this child make fun of your cluelessness? Is he aware that you are older than him? Wait…. “I’m nineteen years old,” You suddenly blurt out as that tiny piece of knowledge dawns on you.

“Whoa, you’re older than me?” Jungkook’s eyes widen. “Wait, you remember now?”

“I-I…it just hit me out of the blue.” You reply, eyes stretched open just as wide as his. You didn’t know how that was possible. How does an incongruent piece of information feel so indisputable? And how had you been able to just retrieve it?

“Does that mean you remember your name too?” Jungkook’s heart is racing as he listens so attentively that he’s not even breathing, and he’s concentrating so hard that he swears he can almost see an outline of your figure sitting in front of him. It’s not his imagination is it? A lightning bolt flickers across the sky, followed by a distant crackle of thunder.

“My name….my name….” You close your eyes and really try to dig deep. You can almost feel the syllables on the tip of your tongue. It’s within reach. “Y/N” You exclaim, opening your eyes and looking at him in astonishment. You finally figured it out, just as the pellets of rain begin falling from the sky.

“My name is Y/N”

...

#bts fanfic #bts scenarios #bangtan bookclub #btswriters #armiesnet #jungkook fanfic #jungkook scenarios #jungkook imagines #jungkook x reader #seokjin fanfic #bts angst #seokjin scenarios #seokjin imagines #seokjin x reader #yoonmin #bts fluff #scifi au

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taaehuyng · 7 years ago

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heaven knows (how i’ve loved you)-ch. 4

rating: T+

pairing: yoonmin

word count: 2790

full story here

The mid morning sun blazed through the window, warming Jimin until he couldn’t bear the heat and finally drug himself out of his bed. He sat up, rubbing his eyes blearily and combing his hands through his bedhead.

“Sleep well?” Taehyung asked, already fully dressed and standing by the door. “You missed breakfast, but I snuck you some leftovers from the kitchens. You know, I think that’s the longest I’ve seen you sleep in years.”

Jimin frowned. Once he had returned from his impromptu meeting with Namjoon, Taehyung had already turned out the lights. The exhaustion of the day caught up with him, and he’d slept fitfully all night, plagued by dreams of dark corners, blood, and bites.

#yoonmin #heaven knows #my writing #bangtan bookclub

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emerald-equ1nox · 7 years ago

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Better Man || February Challenge D-8

Summary: Sometimes the hurt makes us stronger.

Inspired by Better Man by The Darling Buds.

Even though my heart still aches it makes me a better man

Jimin sighed heavily before walking into the restaurant behind Taehyung. “I don’t wanna do this,” he said, his eyes scanning the place for the one face he dreaded more than any other.

“Oh c’mon Jiminie,” Taehyung said, “you can do this. It’s not like you’re going to try to take hyung back or anything. You’re not right?”

“No, God no. It’s just…I don’t know if I can do this.”

“You can Jiminie, you’ve come out of that relationship a better person. Trust me.” Jimin nodded slightly. When he and Taehyung finally got to the hostess’ podium, Taehyung gave her the name that the reservation was under. “It should be under Kim Namjoon.” The hostess checked the list and nodded.

“Party of seven?” she asked. Both men nodded. “The others have already been seated, I’ll show you to the table.” She grabbed two menus and led Taehyung and Jimin to a table towards the back of the restaurant. Tae took the empty seat beside Jungkook, instantly starting up a conversation with their youngest friend. Jimin was left the seat beside Tae. It didn’t exactly come as a surprise that Yoongi was in the other chair. Jimin trudged to the chair and sat down with little grace. There was a strained silence between the two, as heavy and as thick as a woolen blanket.

“So,” Yoongi finally said, “how have you been?”

“Fine,” Jimin said quietly, picking his menu up and opening it. It was simply a distraction, he already knew what he wanted.

“That’s good.” The silence returned, just as oppressive as before.

“So Jiminie,” Jin said from his place beside Namjoon, “how’s work been?”

“Good,” Jimin replied with a smile, if there was one thing that always made him happy it was the small dance studio he ran with Hobi. “The younger kids are really getting a hang of their dance.”

“Show them the video,” Hobi piped up. With a giggle, Jimin pulled his phone out and pulled up the little video he had recorded of the five year olds dancing around the studio giggling. The others passed the phone around, cooing quietly at the little tykes. When it got to Yoongi most of the group was talking about the little ones. After the video ended, Yoongi smiled widely and passed Jimin his phone back.

“They’re cute,” he said. Jimin nodded slightly as he pocketed his phone. “You’ve gotten better at this whole teaching thing.” Jimin nodded again, not trusting his voice to stay intact for even a thank you. “You don’t have to talk to me Jimin, I know i fucked up but at least know that I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to hurt you.” With a sigh, Jimin turned to the older man.

“It’s fine hyung, really.” Jimin looked back at the menu open before him. “So how is she? Your girlfriend.”

“Amazing.” The smile on Yoongi’s face made Jimin smile too. The feeling of being left, the hurt of it, still lingered in his heart, but the pain had changed him for the better.

#bangtan bookclub #yoonmin angst #yoonmin drabble #yoonmin au

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dreamhimcloser · 8 years ago

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HANKER - Poly!YoonMin

Word count: 7,674. Summery: It looked like you loved him. And worse, it looked like he loved you. Jimin took a shaky breath before he clicked his phone shut, rubbing his hands on his thighs as he got ready to get up. There's nowhere left to hide from this anymore. Genre: Idolverse.

Min Yoongi of Bangtan Sonyondan was caught on a date with his mysterious girlfriend!

Jimin's heart fluttered in his chest, before it got so heavy he thought it might have turned into stone. An uncomfortable feeling sank in his stomach and his thumb froze hovering above the illuminated screen of his phone. He wanted to scroll down farther and look at the pictures, analyze every angle of Yoongi's face to see if he looked happier with you then he looked when he was with him.

He tilted his head back, wincing when it hit the wall a little harsher then he intended it to. He looked up at the ceiling even if he couldn't actually see it through the dark clouds in his head.

Yoongi really was dating you.

Jimin's teeth sunk into his bottom lip before he shut his eyes tightly, shaking his head as an automatic reaction his body had for the feelings that rose inside of him.

He knew it'll be this way, ever since he and Yoongi broke off whatever romantic relationship they had between them. Yoongi had a point when he called it off – a few actually, when he asked Jimin to be whole with what they had. He wanted Jimin to come out to both of their parents about them. He wanted to stop hiding from everyone, and Jimin knew how his mind worked, he knew it'll come out at some point.

The growingly tense situation finally blew out when Jimin and Yoongi went to Daegu to visit Yoongi's parents. Jimin kept feeling so self-conscious from how badly he wanted Yoongi's parents to like him. It was the first time they've seen them since they started their thing and he was going half insane with the amount of responsibility he felt was on his shoulders. Jimin honestly barely noticed that he swatted Yoongi's hands away whenever they reached out to touch him, stepped away from him when he was close and barely looked at him when he praised him to his parents' ears.

Yoongi noticed though, every single time it happened. He noticed and it ate him up inside, so much that by the time they had to leave, he told Jimin they need to sit down to have a serious conversation.

Yoongi went through so much with his parents, and he reached the part of his life where he's sure they'll accept him no matter what. No matter what side of himself he'll bring forward, they'll embrace it.

He wanted them to embrace Jimin.

And Jimin tried, he really did try with everything he had. He cried and got to the point where he found himself talking to the mirror searching for ways to be alright with telling someone else besides the few members that caught up on their own what they were to each other. He didn't find one, obviously.

The tension hung between them for a while after that conversation, every time they had sex it felt like the last one. Jimin was really turn about everything, so confused he crawled into Taehyung's bad at night instead of Yoongi's at night. Seokjin noticed the change, and his worried gaze that followed Jimin everywhere served as a reminder to how much easier it was for Jimin to hide.

Yoongi did tell him when he started dating you. He came to Jimin's room, and Jimin watched Hoseok slip out of their room as soon as he saw the serious expression on the older rapper's face. Yoongi sat down across from him on Hoseok's bed, and started slowly breaking Jimin's heart apart as he told him he met this girl, and they went to eat together when she wanted Yoongi to take a break from producing. They talked for hours and Yoongi wanted to see if he could make it work with her.

He gave Jimin one more chance to show interest in their relationship.

Again, it was just easier for Jimin to hide.

He hid how broken he was too. The makeup noona narrowed her eyes every time he sat down in front of her, she was the only person he couldn't use the 'I woke up bloated' excuse on. She could tell the puffiness of his face came from crying too hard.

Yoongi was even more absent from the dorm after that. He even spent nights outside, and Jimin tortured himself with wondering about his whereabouts. Did he stay at the studio? Did he go to you? Did he make love to you yet, are you learning about his body, learning to love him like Jimin did for so long?

When Yoongi went back to Daegu for the first time since they broke up, Jimin spent the night in Taehyung's embrace, shaking brutally with pained cries. His friend held him, completely clueless as to what brought this on but determined to be a perfect shoulder for Jimin to cry on when he needs it.

Jimin stayed away from gossip sites in fear that your relationship with Yoongi would come out to the public and he'll be forced to face the fact that the love of his life moved on from him.

Now hiding became a bit harder for him. Namjoon came in to his and Hoseok's room to tell them their manager found something out and he was going to announce it when they all reach the company. His leader looked right into Jimin's eyes when he spoke, and Jimin realized they would probably have been the only two to know if it wouldn't have blown up to the public.

Jimin absolutely hated being right.

"Jimin." A knock on the door of the bathroom where he got lost in thoughts made him jump, his heart in his throat. "When are you coming out? The van's here to pick us up."

"In a second!" Jimin answered, wincing when his voice broke with the emotions he overloaded himself with for way too long.

"Uh, take your time," Jungkook's voice sounded awfully hesitant from the other side.

Jimin moved his thumb across his screen, scrolling down before he lowered his eyes to his screen. He couldn't run from this any longer. The pictures were taken during the night, but the streetlight shone bright enough for Jimin to make out faces. Yoongi had a black face mask on, but his eyes were smiling from above it as he looked down at you. Your hands held onto his arm as you walked besides him. Jimin's eyes moved to you slowly, pain spreading through his stomach as tears swelled to block his vision. The face mask you had on covered most of your face, but your eyes were wide and beautiful as they looked at Yoongi with warmth.

It looked like you loved him. And worse, it looked like he loved you.

Jimin took a shaky breath before he clicked his phone shut, rubbing his hands on his thighs as he got ready to get up.

There's nowhere left to hide from this anymore.

The entire car ride to the agency made Jimin wish he could just walk there on foot. His members were having the most enthusiastic conversation about Yoongi's girlfriend, as they all searched their names online the moment they heard about their manager's announcement.

Namjoon was the only one who stayed quiet alongside Jimin, and he made sure to sit next to his smaller member, holding Jimin's hand when he started balling it to keep himself from tearing up again.

Namjoon's hand stayed in his the entire time, even after they got out of the car. Jimin walked close to him, leaning into him for comfort, and Namjoon gave it his all. It didn't come as a surprise to Jimin at all that Namjoon was the only one Yoongi told about dating you, he was the one most likely to understand. Jimin wanted to believe Yoongi knew their leader would be the best comforter too, but he wasn't sure of it by a long shot.

They took their seats around the conference room table, a place they only came to when their manager wanted to have serious conversations. Jimin took a seat next to Namjoon, Hoseok sited on his other side. Jimin looked between the two before scooting his chair as close as he could to Namjoon's. Taehyung made animated movement with his hands to copy the pictures of you and Yoongi as Jungkook made smooching noises, and seeing both of his friends so happy about something that hurt him so deep made Jimin choke on contradictory feelings.

The door opened for Yoongi to slip through, and his appearance took all the air out of the conversation like a prick of a needle to a balloon. All eyes landed on the oldest rapper, and his own seemed to avoid looking in Jimin's general direction. Silence stretched as Yoongi stayed standing near the head of the table instead of taking a seat with the rest of them.

"Hyung, how long have you had a girlfriend?" Jungkook broke the silence with his curious question, earning Yoongi's eyes on him.

"A few months," Yoongi admitted, his eyes fluttering to Jimin.

Jimin, on the other hand, couldn't take his eyes off of his member. He knew every single micro expression Yoongi was making, he knew he dreaded facing this, but he was also excited. This is the face Yoongi used to make when he first asked Jimin to reveal their relationship to their families, and it used to fill Jimin with hope for the future.

Now it only made him feel so much worse than he was already feeling.

"What’s she like?" Taehyung slurped the upper half of his body on the table, his chin on his hand as he gave Yoongi a silly smile.

The small singer could feel a crack in his heart as he watched the man he loved break into a wide smile, gums showing and everything as his eyes grew smaller and more sparkly. Just thinking about you made Yoongi so visibly happy.

"She's great, honestly," Yoongi grabbed one of the bottles from the end of the table, busying his hands by playing with the cap. "She's funny, and pretty and I can talk to her for hours without getting bored. She really gets the whole idol thing too, and she makes sure I eat regular meals and drink when I have to."

Taehyung and Jungkook both broke into small voices, one made fluff noises while the other made vomiting noises. The fact Hoseok stayed quiet through this extra reaction fest made Jimin frown, and he looked over at Hoseok just to find his gaze returned. After Hoseok caught his eyes his own moved between Jimin's eyes and his overly tense shoulders. Of course Hoseok would be the first one to notice.

Jimin wasn't the only one who noticed Hoseok's silence, Seokjin's eyes narrowed at the both of them as well. Namjoon's hand moved to grab Jimin's, warm fingers slipping in the spaces between his.

Yoongi seemed to be the only one still stuck in his own world. "I really think you're going to like her."

Namjoon squeezed Jimin's hand, making him turn to see Yoongi's eyes were focused solely on his now. His heart felt like it just dropped a little lower in his chest, was Yoongi really looking at him when he said they're going to like his girlfriend?

A frown touched Jimin's forehead, but any thought he could have worded slipped from him when the door opened again. Their manager stepped in, holding the door open behind him as he waited for the second person to step inside.

Jimin felt like the time slowed down when you moved through the door. Yoongi's eyes moved to you and they never drifted away again, a hand reaching towards you almost like he wasn't aware he even moved a muscle. Your eyes were down casted, covered by long lashes and as you moved, your hair also fell forward like a curtain before you flicked it away. It was almost like a scene from a movie, your soft hair flying as your eyes meet Yoongi's, catch the stars shining in them as you shared a gaze of a couple in love.

Jimin felt like crying.

Namjoon's hand squeezed his again, moving their joined hands to press the back of Jimin's hand against his thigh. Jimin leaned his body against Namjoon's arm, grateful for how attentive Namjoon was to him. Jimin looked down at their hands, making the decision to allow this whole conversation to pass over his head, and hopefully Namjoon will give him an understanding shoulder to cry on later. Maybe a kind word that will lift some of the heaviness in his chest.

From the corner of his eyes he could see you moving to bow deeply to them, "I'm Y/N, Yoongi's girlfriend. It's great to finally meet you."

"Y/N is our fan, so she already knows your names," Taehyung slurped against the table again, a giggle leaving him as he seemed concentrated on you.

Jimin could still feel like someone was watching him, and he casted a quick glare to his members to find it's none of them. He slowly moved his head to you, noticing the wide smile you gave him before he trailed up to warm eyes that seemed to reel him in.

Great, you had to be more beautiful in person then in those half-assed pictures.

Jimin breathed out, leaning back in his chair as he took his eyes off of you. His cheeks felt warmer, making him silently curse himself for blushing after simply looking at you for not more than ten seconds.

The door shut as Yoongi took your hand and lead you off, sitting in the two open spaces between Hoseok and Seokjin at the end of the table. Hoseok turned away from Jimin, probably to give you a smile as you sat by his side. Jimin's deep breaths seemed to betray him, bringing in the scent of your perfume to fill his lungs. It smelled flowery and soft, kind of like what you looked like, and Jimin knew immediately that Yoongi likes it. He was probably used to the smell by now, as you spent a lot of time together.

This line of thought is probably the worst one he can get on.

Their manager started speaking, his voice monotone and allowing Jimin to get lost in his own head. He caught words here and there to know their manager is talking about their upcoming tour, and what this kind of breaking news will do when they see their overseas fans. He listed reactions they could give, before listing reactions they shouldn't let out in front of their fans.

Jimin was planning on keeping a poker face for as long as he could, but he still knew that some of his fans will see right through his act. They always do. Namjoon pulled on his hand and Jimin got the hint, laying his head back on his leader's shoulder.

His thoughts drifted, and even though Jimin tried to keep them at bay, his brain went straight to his fears. After knowing Yoongi has a girlfriend, especially after meeting her face to face, Jimin knew being on a tour with the man he loves is going to be a problem. He knew he'll have to keep his distance from Yoongi to be able to lick his wounds until they don't burn as much as they do now. He also knew that he probably won't get to, not when they're in a foreign country and won't be allowed to go where they please.

He made a mental note to talk about this with Namjoon as he briefly closed his eyes, and found himself completely surrounded by your perfume. How could something smell so faint yet so strong? A sigh allowed his body to relax farther into Namjoon as the conversation moved on and on.

Hoseok's hand slipped onto his knee from his right, fingers drawing patterns on the exposed skin the holes in his jeans left out in the open. The younger wanted to look at his older member, but he knew he couldn't, not when you were right there. He could still feel you watching him closely, like you were from the moment you entered the room.

You had to divert your attention when the manager spoke your name. He gave you specific instructions and scenarios that might occur, now that you were in the public's eye. His words for you were short and stern, making Jimin amused enough to smile at the obvious dissatisfaction his manager showed in you. He made sure to focus on the meaning of how easily your actions can divert Yoongi, and as a result, all of their reputation to a bad road.

You answered respectfully and perfectly in time with the pauses in the manager's speech, and Jimin saw an opportunity to look at you from a closer point of view. He worriedly moved his eyes to you, catching Hoseok's eyes on him from the corner of his eyes. You looked ahead, completely immersed in the words you received. A small frown pulled your eyebrows together as you listened, nodding before answering out loud every time you were supposed to.

His mistake was to let his eyes drift to Yoongi, who was looking straight at him. When their eyes met, Yoongi broke into a smile – the same smile he gave you. Filled with affection and closeness, and love. Jimin stared for a few seconds, processing what he was seeing in front of him, before a movement caught his attention.

Yoongi held your hand tightly in his own, his thumb caressing your knuckles before settling in the dip of one of them, and stopping there to squeeze your hand. Your lips stretched to a small smile but you gave no more reaction than that.

Watching you and Yoongi having intimate gestures so close to him, with the added tension the confusion brought with the way Yoongi looked at him made the stones in Jimin's stomach feel twice as heavy.

He was definitely going to cry.

Just as he expected, avoiding Yoongi became the biggest pain in his ass. He knew it'll be difficult mainly because Yoongi tried cornering him to talk ever since they were called to the agency for the clarifying talk with their manager.

He found amazing ways to not talk to Yoongi, even if it meant calling idols he wasn't so close to and meeting them instead of coming to the dorm. Beginning a tour with an obvious lack of sleep was not the best thing Jimin could do, but it's better than talking to Yoongi.

The real problem arose when they boarded the airplane. Jimin faked falling asleep from the first moment, but not before thanking Namjoon for sitting between him and Yoongi, who was more than eager to find him in a situation where he can't run away.

The real problem arose when they boarded the airplane. Jimin faked falling asleep the second they took off, but not before thanking Namjoon for sitting between him and Yoongi, who was more than eager to find him in a situation where he can't run away. He could hear the conversation his two hyungs carried next to him, fighting a smile at how diligently Namjoon protected him from Yoongi's dreadful conversation.

Yoongi kept insisting on how he should talk to Jimin, and that it's not fair to just shut him out without hearing what he has to say.

Namjoon shut him down with 'After pulling that stunt, Jimin gets to decide when you'll talk', and Jimin's insides warmed at the amount of support he was getting. He wasn't even sure if Namjoon knew he was awake or not, and that fact touched him even more.

When they got out of the flight Yoongi tried again, only to have Jimin snatched right under his nose by an excitedly screaming Hoseok, and once again had to wait for another opportunity.

Hoseok didn't speak about it, but Jimin noted he doesn't talk about Yoongi with him. Taehyung and Jungkook joins them and for the first time in a long time, Jimin actually feels at ease. He can laugh and joke around with his members without feeling like he's being watched by the person he wanted to hide from most.

His manager texted him at some point, while the four of them were waiting for their food to arrive at a very nice restaurant Taehyung got drawn to. Jimin shifted to turn his back slightly towards Hoseok who sat by his side, tilting his phone away to insure his privacy. In a short sentence his manager let him know that Yoongi and Namjoon are currently arguing who will share the hotel room with him, and it's jamming the entire process, which leaves them waiting at the lobby of the hotel. They're letting him choose which one it will be, and the choice was never so easy.

The food arrived and they started stuffing their faces with delicious foods. Two buzzes came from his phone, and he opened his screen just to see who it was. One text from Namjoon, one from Yoongi. Jimin closed it again, choosing to fight this off later, when he isn't feeling so happy.

The text from Namjoon was their room number, and the information he would like to do a V Live broadcast during the evening. Jimin held onto Jungkook's arm as they walked, allowing his dongsaeng to lead him towards their hotel as the other two held him in their hyper conversation.

He bit his lip and entered his chat with Yoongi, his heart beating a little faster at the anxiousness he was feeling. He knew Yoongi could have texted him earlier, since it was a quicker way to get to him then to get him alone. He didn't know why he hasn't used it so far, and simply guessed that now Yoongi was at the end of his rope with all the chances he missed to have this conversation.

I need to talk to you. Please, just let me.

Jimin stared, taking note that Yoongi was currently online, and probably looking at this very chat on his own phone. I don't want to.

The message was instantly read, and the reply came quickly, Jimin, please. What I need to talk to you about is good, for the both of us.

It's no longer just the two of us in this. You made it into a triangle.

This time, it took Yoongi longer to reply. The typing sign showed a few times, but it disappeared each time without leaving a message behind. Jimin locked his phone, putting it away for the rest of the walk. Yoongi would have time to think about what he wants to say when he won't wait online for it anymore.

A few seconds passed and the buzz from his pocket was left unnoticed as he chose to only look at it in his room. Their hotel's doors opened before them, and like an instinct Jimin looked to the left and right into Yoongi's eyes. He was sitting by the bar with Seokjin, nursing a wine glass in his hands. His gaze burned hotly into Jimin, so hotly he moved his eyes away like he got burned. His hold on Jungkook's arm stayed firm until they walked into the elevator and Yoongi couldn't walk up to him anymore.

"Are you going to be like this the entire tour?"

The question hung in the air of the elevator as Hoseok looked at him, and Jimin avoided all eyes, even if they were turned solely on him.

"I hope he'll just let me go," Jimin confessed, stepping out of the elevator the moment the doors opened, knowingly leaving his members to stare at his back.

He walked straight to his designated room, knocking like Namjoon told him to. The door opened to reveal a tired Namjoon, and Jimin gave him his brightest smile as he stepped inside.

"Yoongi put up a fight for you," Namjoon informed him, crashing Jimin's smile – and spirits – right down.

"Why?"

"He really wants to talk to you." The look Namjoon had in his eyes made Jimin's skin crawl. It looked like he knew something Jimin should know, and he probably would have known if he hasn't put off having this talk with Yoongi for so long. Jimin stared, his back leaning against the door behind him as he waited for Namjoon to say anything, break the tension he created between them with his simple words. Namjoon turned and leaned against the wall as he looked down at his feet, and Jimin knew he was trying to put his thoughts into careful words just from the look on his face.

And if he knew Namjoon well enough to recognize such a simple twitch of his eyebrows, Yoongi could probably read him like an open book from across the lobby without even putting any sort of effort into it.

"Look, I think you should hear him out," Namjoon started, raising a hand immediately before Jimin could make a single sound in reply. Jimin closed his mouth and listened, knowing how he ran away for too long and now he was doomed. "He talked to me for a long time while you guys were out. He explained everything to me and let me into the most intimate details of his life, which you know he hates doing. He still did it, for you." Namjoon raised his head, looking at the ceiling as one of his feet began tapping against the carpet. "He saw how I protected you, and how confused everyone else were about the situation."

"He knew you'll make me talk to him," Jimin completed the detail Namjoon didn't want to speak with his own mouth, and watched him nod at the correct assumption.

"You needed to do that anyways. The guys already asked you about it, didn't they?" He didn't need a verbal answer to know he was right, the guilt on Jimin's face was enough of a clue. "It's affecting the vibe of the group, and I get why you needed the space so far, but we're on a tour. It got complicated enough as it is."

Jimin sighed and closed his eyes.

"Honestly, Yoongi has Y/N to care for his feelings. The only one I'm considering this for is you," Namjoon looked him straight in the eye as he pushed himself away from the wall, bringing both hands to hold Jimin's shoulders. "And I think that the best thing for you is to talk to him. I think you might do something good with what he has to say."

Jimin narrowed his eyes. He knew he could ask Namjoon the questions he wants to ask but he's only going to get one answer – talk to Yoongi and find out. Instead he chose to nod, accepting the words he knew Namjoon spoke to help him cope.

The large hands squeezed Jimin's shoulders before sliding away, "Take a shower, I'll start the live soon."

Even though Jimin pushed himself to be as fun as he could, he still felt like he's being dragged down by nerves. The comments showed that his fans were also worried about him and didn't fail to miss how he just wasn't himself. Namjoon tried covering up for it as well as he could, even suggested doing Jimin's satoori segment to lighten his mood.

It didn't.

In the end Jimin decided to call Taehyung in, he'll be able to fill in the space for him while he runs away from the camera. Taehyung was more than happy to appear instead of him, and before he even shut the door behind him he could hear the carried laughter of his members behind him.

After the conversation he had with Namjoon, and especially the look in his leader's eyes, he couldn't be his happy self. Their quick conversation confirmed for Jimin that he has absolutely no idea what Yoongi had to say to him, not even the beginning of the slightest clue.

Namjoon told him he could do something good with his conversation with Yoongi. There was also a mystery behind those words that Jimin was just slightly too afraid to chase after.

His steps paused in front of Yoongi's door, eyeing the golden number palate in thought. He could step inside and get it over with, but his stomach turned and a burning feelings already made an appearance in his eyes, and he needed to breathe first.

The way out of the hotel blurred as Jimin was too lost in his own thoughts, which he only snapped out of when he stepped out into the cold evening air. It was pretty late, he didn't know the exact time but the movement in the street lessened from the last time he was out. There could still be fans around, so he snuck into the first small street that caught his eye, taking a seat on a bench as he watched people pass him by through passive eyes.

What could Yoongi possibly tell him to make this better? The only thing he could say that would make Jimin happy would be that he broke up with you just to be with him again. Jimin saw the way he looked at you though, saw the way he touched you and how he doesn't flinch away when you reach out to touch him instead. Breaking up with you would hurt him, even if he was doing it for the better.

Jimin didn't want him to be in pain at all, even if it'll mean they can be together again.

His mind kept racing through thoughts, making a mess of the ideas and Jimin's feelings as he soon found tears running down his cheeks. He rubbed his eyes and wiped at the trail of tears, taking steady breaths as he moved his gaze to the starts, willing the sparkling orbs to calm him down.

His mind drifted to you, and the strange interest you showed in him when you came to their agency. Maybe you had something to do with this conversation? He remembered Yoongi said you were their fan. It's a really foreign idea, but maybe you cared for Jimin too, and didn't want him to feel this way.

That was still not a sufficient explanation.

His phone buzzed in his pocket and he pulled it out, only half surprised when he saw it's Yoongi who texted him. Where did you go? Of course he watched the live, and he knew Jimin slipped out after being heavily distracted.

I'm coming, give me a minute.

Sitting in the street and crying about this won't solve it, and Namjoon hinted that maybe talking about it would. Jimin honestly ran away for too long from this dread, and it's time to face it.

If he were to be honest with himself, he knew deep down that he could trust Yoongi. He knew in his heart that Yoongi still had feelings for him, maybe he was even still in love. He also had growing feelings for you, he saw that just as clearly.

Still, Yoongi would take care of his heart.

The elevator dinged and Jimin almost walked right into Seokjin's broad frame, small gasping sounds informing him that Hoseok stood with him. Seokjin's hands flew out to stable Jimin as he spoke with a frown, "Where are you in such a hurry to?"

"Yoongi's room."

"Thank god," Hoseok clapped him on the shoulder as he gave him a bright, encouraging smile. "Fighting!"

"Thanks," Jimin returned a sheepish smile as he moved out of their way, letting them step into the elevator.

He was gone from there before the elevator doors even managed to close behind him. Yoongi's room was pretty close to the elevator, closer than his and a part of Jimin wished it would have taken longer to reach.

Standing in front of the same golden plate again, Jimin paused to take a deep breathe. He can do this. He had serious conversations with Yoongi before, and he survived them. Some of them actually made him happy. Some left him with regret, but he was never hurt by Yoongi. It will be okay.

Jimin lifted a fist and banged on the door, waiting a few minutes to bang again when no reply came. When the door finally opened, Jimin's breathe got caught in his throat. Instead of Yoongi's face he met yours, the smile he was given was probably as strong as Yoongi would have given him.

"Your timing is awful," You commented, the hand on the door pulling the door open wider for Jimin to step through. "Come in, though."

Jimin hesitated before he complied, jumping only slightly at the sound of the shutting door behind him. "Yoongi just got into the shower, he thought he could make it before you'll get here."

"What are you doing here?" Jimin found himself asking as he paused in the middle of the room, standing awkwardly as you stepped by him to take a seat on the bed. His eyes fell on the king sized bed, obviously made for two that he was supposed to be sharing with Yoongi. You were dressed casually, and as his eyes kept wondering to anything that wasn't you, he located a suitcase that wasn't Yoongi's in the corner of the room.

"I'm here on work related business, actually," You filled in, eyes not moving from him. "Yoongi called me when you chose to be roommates with Namjoon to stay with him instead of the shabby hotel my office was going to put me in."

"You're staying here," Jimin repeated, feeling the anxiety rise inside of him.

"Jimin," His head snapped to you, watching as you gave a small smile while patting the bed next to you. "You don't have to be so scared. Sit down and relax."

Jimin bit his tongue as he moved to sit as far away from you as he possibly could. He wanted to tell you it's not your place to take his fear away, he doesn't even know you. You have no idea what he went through, or what he and Yoongi went through together. You didn't know how they function together and you didn't know what Jimin failed to prepare himself for.

Your hand reached for his shoulder, the sudden warmness of the touch and how close you suddenly were to him made him jump. "You can't relax when you don't have all the information, huh?"

Jimin's eyes already met yours and he couldn't look away from the affection that floated in them. It was obvious you liked him, even if he didn't know in what way, even if he didn't know how to handle it since he didn't know you. He chose to trust in that feeling as he nodded, watching as you scooted closer. Your hand was still on his shoulder, thumb rubbing across the fabric of his shirt like you knew it's something that calms him down.

"Do you mind if I'll begin instead of him?" You watched him closely, even as he took a few breaths to think about it. He shook his head and was rewarded with a smile and a squeeze to his shoulder. "Good. The thing is, I wanted to be here anyways for this conversation, even if I wasn't staying in this room. It concerns me too."

You pulled your hand away from his shoulder, making Jimin frown. You wouldn't even look his way now, like you were just as anxious as he was. "Yoongi told me about the two of you, even before we started officially dating. He told me he talked to you, and that you'll have a really hard time when you'll know about the two of us. I'm your fan, you know, I didn't want you to be in pain." You smiled at him shortly, letting out a short chuckle before you continued. "I knew Yoongi started feeling something for me, and when I asked he said he was also still in love with you, even with the feelings he developed to me. So I figured, hey, why would the both of you be in pain if there can be a solution?"

"Are you breaking up with Yoongi?" Jimin almost felt bad for asking when you flashed him an alarmed look, the sight lasting only for a second before you controlled your expression again.

"N-No," You raised your knees to your chest, wrapping your arms loosely around them. "That's not what I meant. Yoongi and I read about this solution already, taking as much info as we can before we brought it to you."

Jimin frowned as he watched you talk, eyes casted down to your hands as you played with the hem of your sleeve. Now that he got to look at you without your eyes searching back, he could see just how beautiful you were. The imperfections of your face got complimented by the softness of your features, a look Jimin knew Yoongi liked. He didn't know who you were or what your personality is like, but from what he read on fan boards you were a student for some luxury degree and he couldn't even pronounce the title of it.

His eyes reached your lips to see you bit into your lower lip, no longer speaking. "I'm sorry, I missed what you said."

Your eyes scanned him for a moment, mouth opening probably to repeat what you said, just to close again without a single sound coming past your lips. Your head tilted slightly and Jimin started feeling only slightly uncomfortable under your stare, like you're sizing him up as thoughts unknown to him swirled through your head.

In a blink of an eye you slid closer to him on the bed, soft hands coming to hold his head in place. Jimin didn't even manage to show his surprise before your lips pressed to his, a hesitant touch as if you were ready for him to push you off of him. He didn't, choosing to close his eyes at the feeling and press back instead. The fingertips of your right hand slid across his jaw, making him close his eyes as a pleasant shiver moved through him.

Just as Jimin was about to move to deepen the kiss you moved away, allowing a bit of space to exist between you, your eyes still closed and eyebrows slightly frowned. He managed to stop himself at the very last second from whimpering at the loss as he watched you come to, your eyelashes moving to show him the sparkle of your eye.

"I wanted to do that for a while," You confessed before biting on a smile and moving away from him across the bed. Jimin could still feel the warmth of your lips against his own and he reached up to touch his lip, still not breaking eye contact with you. "I'm sorry, I thought maybe doing something like that will focus you more. I should have asked first though, I tend to be so –"

"It's okay," Jimin cut your speech and received a grateful smile in return. "It worked. What did you say before I spaced out?"

"I said that we read about polyamorous relationships," you repeated, eyes moving right back to your hands the way they did before. Jimin assumed avoiding eye contact is your stress reliever, like staring was his. "There are many categories, but you don't need to really know that, so why am I explaining so flatly," You shook your head and gave a halfhearted smile, the nervous action only bringing an actual smile to Jimin's lips. "Anyways, the thought process is pretty simple. Um, you love Yoongi, right?" You paused until Jimin hummed in response, to which you gave a nod. "Okay, so do I. The only thing keeping the love from flowing is just the two of us. If we, by theory, will love each other, the three of us could be together."

"Like a triangle?"

You wrinkled your nose, "More like a circle. But if triangle is what works for you, we can do that too, as long as it solves this problem."

"Y/N," Jimin has rarely ever heard Yoongi's voice reaching such a threatening tone. He looked back to see Yoongi standing behind him, half naked and wet post shower style that left Jimin's mouth a little on the dry side. He missed this sight in the time he avoided any possible contact with Yoongi. When he caught Jimin's eye, Yoongi gave him a soft smile before walking to sit in the space between Jimin's body and yours. Each of his hands reached out to lace his fingers through yours and Jimin's hands, your went in smoothly while Jimin froze at the touch, and it took him a few moments to realize what Yoongi tried to do. The simple show of affection made butterflies spread through Jimin's stomach.

"We definitely don't mean a triangle, Jiminnie," Yoongi clarified in a serious tone, even though Jimin found affection brightly gleaming in his eyes. "We mean that you will love each other the same way and intensity you love me. I don't want you to share me, I want us to share each other."

Jimin watched as you leaned your body against Yoongi's side, your cheek pressing into his shoulder. You brought your other hand to wrap around Yoongi's, now covering it completely for reassurance. From both times he saw you it was easy to notice how you lean on Yoongi for help when the situation isn't in your favor. Yoongi pressed a soft kiss to the top of your head, allowing you to farther melt into him.

"We talked about it, Jagiya, I don't want a triangle thing."

"But what if it's an easier solution? I could do that, you're gone half the time as it is," You argued as your cheek pressed harder against you.

"The idea is for the three of us to be equal, how is it equal if I'm getting love from two people while you get one?" Yoongi looked at you, chuckling in amusement when you simply made a short noise that didn't mean anything to Jimin.

The hand Yoongi held his with squeezed around his fingers, and with his cheek pressed against your head Yoongi looked at him, his entire face made out of a question Jimin now needed to give an answer to.

Maybe, if he tried, Jimin could get used to this.

"You don't need to give us an answer right now," Yoongi spoke, breaking Jimin out of wondering inside of his head. He raised his hand to his lips, pressing a kiss to the back of it like he's used to doing when Jimin frets about important things that change in his life. It happened so many times before, their idol lives giving them many worries from different sources. That press of lips to slightly dried skin always lifted weights from Jimin's heart, and this time was no different. "We're willing to wait for you, how long you'll need to think about it."

You detached yourself from Yoongi, your hands remaining the only source of touching as you took a deep breath and Jimin's eyes in a determined stare. It's the first time you met this eye since you kissed him, and Jimin could guess it took a lot from you, even if he had close to no experience with you.

"We'll wait," You repeated, giving Jimin a small smile.

He nodded, pushing himself off of the bed. When he looked back you once against laid your weight against Yoongi, and your shoulders were a bit tenser then they were just a second ago. Jimin stuffed his hands in his pockets, slowly walking back towards the door.

"I'll leave you to the rest of the evening, maybe Namjoon wants to do something." Yoongi nodded even though Jimin could see clearly he knows it's just an excuse he made up from feeling awkward. "And I'll let you know when I have an answer."

"Thanks for listening, Minnie."

Jimin barely missed the smile that Yoongi flashed him as he turned his back on the both of you, making his way quickly out of the door. It shut behind him almost soundlessly, but now that he was out of the same space as you, he could feel himself growing nervous.

Loving Yoongi was easy, it came with time and created itself step by step as they grew closer as members of the same group. Falling for you while being in love with Yoongi is something Jimin has never heard of before, and he wasn't sure at all he could work with it.

His phone buzzed again and he looked down to see Yoongi sent him attachments. The small windows that opened from the links showed him it's the polyamorous articles you must have read. Jimin bit his lip as he looked at his phone, a warm feeling spreading through his chest at how willingly hard Yoongi was working to have him back, even if it means their new relationship will be changed.

For the first time since Yoongi told him he's going to date you, Jimin felt hopeful about the romantic future he could have with the man he gave his heart to.

#yoonmin #poly!bts #bangtan bookclub #bts scenarios #finally not super natural are you guys proud of me #you should be

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the reason why

word count: 5318 pairing: yoonmin playlist: the reason why by halcyosu (me)

warning! mentions of alcohol

the first time that yoongi meets jimin, it’s more like a dream than a conversation, colors whirling brightly as jungkook tugs on his hand and insists that it can’t just be the two of them and namjoon, that yoongi needs someone to talk to in case namjoon and jungkook get too caught up in each other.

“are you setting me up on a double date?” yoongi asks dryly, but he can’t find it in himself to even be a little angry when there are cheers and laughter and when the amusement park all around them is filled with life. besides, he knows that his best friend doesn’t mean anything by it. yoongi, jungkook, and namjoon had always been the power trio, but things had been a little off since two of them fell in love. it was nice to have them looking out for him as they always did, and he secretly hoped that whoever this person was, they would be relaxed enough to join their group.

he wasn’t expecting someone whose height is equal to his own with a face that looks as though it’s been touched by an angel. he’s all smiles as he introduces himself, and yoongi relies on his usual quiet demeanor to cover up the fact that he’s astounded by the galaxies that seemed to reside within park jimin.

love at first sight might be a stretch, but there’s an immediate attraction that he can feel tugging deep in the pit of his stomach.

the day passes all too soon, even though it’s been eight hours since jungkook had dragged yoongi into the park, but yoongi spends all of it trying not to betray the new feeling that he feels blossoming in his chest and spreading pink petals across his cheeks. when namjoon asks, a hint of wry knowing in his voice, he blames it on the cheap bottle of soju that they had picked up after dinner.

“i didn’t take you for a lightweight,” jimin says, his tone teasing, and yoongi reassures him that he’s anything but - he had picked up another bottle on the sly and had it all to himself. this isn’t a lie; the desperate, vaguely panicked look that he had spent so much of the day had come out when talking to the cashier, and she kindly offered him another bottle half off.

“is it the one with the sunrise hair?” she asked curiously, and she took the bitter curve of his grin as assent. she gave him a genuine smile of her own. “the two of you would look cute together, i think. if you have any more friends, though, please bring them my way. all of you are gorgeous.”

startled, he let out a bark of laughter, and the cashier looked pleased, as though that had been her intention the entire time. she passed him the two bottles and watched with vague amusement as he slipped one into the inside pocket of his loose black hoodie.

“damn selfish bastard,” namjoon says, and they dissolve into tipsy laughter. “i hate it when you pull this kind of shit on us.” he turns to jimin. “don’t be friends with him. he’s a fucking piece of shit, and i would know. i’ve known him since we were young.”

jimin flashes a smile that could outshine the sun, and it causes yoongi’s heart to pound in his chest erratically. “i think you’re selling him a little short, don’t you think? he’s quiet on roller coasters, unlike your bitch ass.”

and yoongi falls into something that tastes like love and a bottle of soju with one small comment. he’s not sure he even wants to get out.

the second time that yoongi meets jimin finally feels like reality. he’s had his morning cup of coffee, and seeing jimin in his recording studio is startling, but he doesn’t wonder if his drink had been laced with adderall like he might have if he had been seven cups deeper into his creative process.

“hi,” jimin says, looking nervous but somehow still holding himself with an alluring natural confidence. “jungkookie said that you run this studio with namjoon, and since he’s sick today, i was wondering if you would listen to a kind of impromptu audition?”

if your singing is half as angelic as your expression, i’ll beg you to join. this is what yoongi might have said in another life in which his hair is dyed mint green and he could make a girl faint with a smile, but instead he is a ceo of an unknown recording studio and he’s up to his ears in bullshit and he could really use another cup of coffee right about now. instead, he says, “what the hell do you think we are? a fucking straight to tv movie?”

jimin’s face falls and yoongi instantly begins to retract what he said, heart squeezing in undesired sympathy. if he’s looking for a studio, then he probably isn’t used to the way people bicker in this business. if he had been talking to someone else, a singer and wannabe rapper by the name of kim taehyung, he would have spat an insult right back, but this is jimin and he might not be used to this. he’s a fucking idiot.

“shit, sorry,” yoongi apologizes. “yeah, go ahead and let me hear what you have, kid. i’m excited. just know that in this business, most of us are running on minutes of sleep and gallons of stimulants. we’re asses to relieve the stress.”

and just like that, jimin is smiling brightly again, and it unconsciously brings an upward tilt to yoongi’s lips. he’s cute, he decides. he doesn’t go for cute, though, especially not when it wants to be in his studio. cute can find another cutie to date and fall in love with. he doesn’t have the time or patience for the picture perfect lifestyle that cute deserves.

the panda memory stick that he plugs into his computer makes him want to bark out a laugh, as if to reinforce the conclusion that he had just come to. “which file?” he asks, and as the younger man leans over to point it out to him, he can practically taste the scent of iris and wood. bois d’argent smells a hell of a lot better on jimin than it did on tuesday’s one night stand.

ridding himself of those thoughts, he clicks on the file entitled lie and finds it amusing that the first twenty seconds are mostly just the sound of deep breathing accompanied by a foot tapping on a wooden surface. the rosy burn on jimin’s face also indicates that he hadn’t checked the file closely beforehand. it’s unprofessional, but then the singing begins, and yoongi finds himself shaken.

jimin’s voice is so rich that it could practically be a sonata, a clarinet piece accompanied by the melodic beat that he’s unconsciously drumming out next to the microphone. in an instant, yoongi picks out the timbre of his voice, matching it and comparing it to the assortment of instruments he has on file. a full symphony blooms into existence within the confines of his information, a thrilling opera that barely has time to finish before the curtains close unsatisfyingly.

“where’s the rest of the song?” he asks, disgruntled after being thrown from his thoughts.

jimin has the decency to look embarrassed as he explains, saying, “today was the only day that i would be able to come to the studio for a week or so, and i really wanted to show it to you before i lost my nerve. i know that it’s not great, or even finished, but i thought that you might be able to salvage it.”

a frown curves across yoongi’s face. “not good? fuck, if that’s not good, then half the singers we have in this shithole are worse than dirt.” he softens as he looks at the boy (that’s really what he is in this moment, a boy with his heart and his dreams on the line and hadn’t that been yoongi once?) and, unable to resist the urge, claps his hand against the other’s back reassuringly. “you did well, jimin. i’d love to have you with us. we’re not exactly big or formal, but we’re like a family. i hope you like it with us.”

“i have a punch card to the coffee shop across the street. i was practically a member anyway.” the joke comes out easily, but there’s relief in the crescent moons of his eyes and joy lifting his features and yoongi wonders how an honest opinion can mean so much to someone brimming with talent.

but because he is min yoongi, full time ceo and full time trainwreck, he doesn’t voice those thoughts. instead, he says, with a smile bordering on fondness, “well, i’m glad we made it official.”

the fifth time that yoongi meets jimin is more like a hallucination than any of the pleasantness that had been evident in their previous visits. jimin had come to the studio twice since the initial meeting, and each time, yoongi had been more and more tired. he covered it well with coffee and five hour energy, however, so an unsuspecting jimin hadn’t noticed the massive bags under his eyes.

today, though, he’s running on six hours of sleep in the last two weeks and about seven cups of coffee today alone, and he feels certain that if a cop were to pull him over, they’d arrest him for drunk driving.

he stumbles into a convenience store at one in the morning, and the cashier makes no assumptions, because she’s seen enough of his early morning runs to know that he doesn’t overindulge in drink; work is his vice. she moves away from the counter and begins gathering things that she knows he’ll be looking for. he has a slight suspicion that she has a crush on him, and it causes a distant laugh to echo from a mouth that doesn’t feel like his. how anyone could harbor feelings for a man that walks around like a half-dead scavenger is beyond him.

he rounds the corner, looking for some ramyun, and collides with someone who smells like faded myrrh and crushed iris.

“yoongi? it’s one in the morning. what are you doing?”

and with pupils blown wide and a manic smile on his face, he supposes that he does look a little crazed, especially to someone who is as unfamiliar with his habits as jimin is. “i could ask the same of you, sunshine.”

the cashier brushes against him as she passes him, the choking scent of vanilla and honey replacing jimin’s for a moment as she grabs his usual relaxing tea from the shelf. she flashes him a ruby red smile, and yoongi wonders why she’s so dressed up to sell to drunkards. the moment she’s not looking, he wrinkles his nose.

jimin giggles, and it’s only then that yoongi can make out the smudge of eyeliner around his eyes and the tight leather of his pants. his heart seizes, and it’s all he can do to take a deep breath and resist the urge to push past the other man and rush the cashier into checking him out. “sometimes i go out and have fun, but something tells me you don’t have time for that.”

“don’t give me that fucking sass,” he responds, but the way that he sways from side to side and the listless tone of his voice drains all the bite from his words. “i used to club when i had the time. namjoon and i go when we aren’t swamped, although that’s practically never. where do you think i built up my alcohol tolerance?”

“drinking yourself into a stupor so you can sleep?” but the flirtatious (flirtatious?) tilt of jimin’s mouth and the teasing lilt to his voice says that he doesn’t mean it, or, at least, he doesn’t mean it enough to hurt. yoongi decides that he likes the night version of jimin just as much as he likes the day version. the harsh convenience store lights turn his hair into fire, and there’s a hunger to him that’s concealed in the daytime.

it’s a familiar hunger. he too longs for greatness, proof that he is better than anyone could have imagined. occasionally, it’s nice to have a reminder that he’s not alone.

maybe that’s what compels him to invite jimin to his apartment, or maybe it’s the lack of sleep convincing him that this could be a good idea, but either way, their stuff is bought together, with small bickering about who should pay for what (yoongi wanted to pay for all of his stuff, and jimin wanted to split it in half.). in the end, they both stumble into the shithole that’s yoongi’s apartment laughing about something that he can’t remember.

“eat your ramyun before it gets cold,” jimin says, and it sounds so caring and so concerned that he shoots the other boy a glare.

he does eats the ramyun, though, because it would be stupid to let it go to waste just to prove a point to the younger man.

he’s halfway through the tteokbokki when he begins to feel tired, the food combination finally lulling him to a more restful state. jimin is in the middle of a story, though, and he finds that he likes the sound of the other’s voice. it’s lively in a way that he’s not used to, and he discovers that he wants to hear it more and more with each syllable that his sunrise boy utters.

but since when did he become his sunrise boy, instead of the boy at the carnival with the pretty smile and the bright laughter?

and then his head is resting on jimin’s lap, and this is not what friends do, especially not a friend he’s only known for a month, tops, but does it matter? not to yoongi, who feels like heaven is somewhere between sleep and wakefulness and the hand that strokes through his hair. not to jimin, who has such a look of serenity on his face that the black haired man feels as though if he breathes too deeply, the whole thing will shatter. not to anyone else in this world, because this is a moment made for the two of them and the only thing that’s real is the warmth that surrounds him.

“good night, yoongi,” jimin says, and he shifts yoongi’s head so that he can lie down beside him. he curls into the other’s side, and it’s the most restful night yoongi has had in ages.

the sixth meeting comes the following morning, when yoongi opens his eyes languidly and finds pink hair tucked under his chin and resting against his chin. jimin’s voice is muffled against the shirt that yoongi was wearing yesterday, but yoongi can still hear his cheerful, sleep laced good morning.

“you stayed over? what a fucking idiot.”

“i’ll make breakfast while you shower.”

“that’s what the gamdongran is for,” yoongi grumbles, but he disentangles himself from jimin and shuffles over to the bathroom and showers in what, for him, is record time. fifteen minutes later, he’s pulling on a black sweater to complement his ripped jeans as he enters the kitchen, marginally more awake than he had been. five hours of sleep feels good, and he smugly tallies his hours of sleep to eleven in two weeks. almost an hour per night; namjoon will be jealous.

“the way you live is unhealthy,” jimin chastises, as though he’s known yoongi for long enough to tell him how to live his life. “i could barely find a vegetable in your refrigerator. how do you expect to live a full life when you have no nutrients and no restorative sleep?”

“as a wise man once said, live fast, die young, bad girls do it well.” the tone of yoongi’s voice is flat as he repeats the lyrics, and something about the absurdity of the situation, of this whole morning, causes them both to laugh uncontrollably. yoongi is starting his morning with the sunrise, and the colors are so pretty that he can’t do anything but laugh and laugh.

when they sober, jimin barely saves the bacon he had cooked from burning and grabs the gamdongran. it’s a more nutritious breakfast than yoongi has had in a month, and he finds himself devouring it hungrily.

“you should come finish the song today,” he says through a mouthful of egg, and chokes on laughter as jimin wrinkles his nose. “we can finish it if we work hard.”

“and by hard, you mean until three in the morning.”

the corner of his mouth twitches. “hey, hard work takes time. don’t be such a bitch about it, or you’ll never get anywhere even if your voice sounds like sunlight.”

“i found you playing online go fish last time i came in.” but there’s something softer about his demeanor now, and yoongi realizes that his compliment had sent jimin reeling.

so he smiles and smiles and smiles, wider than he ever has before, because jimin deserves to know that he is incredible. “fuck off. i was taking a break, and anyway, taehyung bet that i couldn’t beat him, so i had to put him in his place.”

“is go fish even a skill based game?”

“you have to smell the scent of a four of a kind, jimin. any pro go fish player knows that.”

the ridiculousness of this statement sets them off again, and this time, jimin laughs so hard that he has to rest his forehead on the cool countertop, shoulders heaving wildly as he tries to contain himself. “you’re-” he’s cut off by another burst of laughter, tears streaming down his face. “you’re so fucking dumb.”

only for you, he wants to say, or maybe it would be what he would say in a different timeline, an alternate universe, but instead, he sticks to what he knows. “get your ass into my closet and pick out something to wear, you little shit. we’re going to the studio whether you like it or not.” there’s still a trace of a smile on his face.

he doesn’t expect to be so incredibly affected by seeing jimin in one of his sweatshirts, a cute kumamon piece that he had found in some thrift store. it looks good on him, but it looks positively angelic with jimin’s bright smile. there are still leftover smudges of eyeliner around his eyes, but he looks better with it than anyone had any right to.

but, of course, he doesn’t vocalize any of that. “are those my jordans you’re wearing, you bastard?”

jimin shrugs, causing yoongi to stick out his tongue childishly, and it’s in this manner that they begin the walk toward the studio. birds call around them, and a child they walk past idly wonders if it’s a starling. yoongi almost tells him that there’s no way it could be one, as they prefer the open countryside. it’s more likely a carrion crow, but the day is nice, and he doesn’t feel like ruining it for someone.

jimin stops at a flower shop that yoongi has passed a thousand times, but never bothered going into. “what’s your favorite flower?” he asks, and yoongi struggles for a moment before claiming iris as his favorite.

”mine too,” jimin says, and yoongi feels as though some secret that he wasn’t even aware of has been revealed.

his sunrise boy goes into the flower shop, seokjin’s sprouts, and comes out a minute later with a bouquet of irises. “for you,” he says, and yoongi takes them with cautious gratitude. jimin turns around and begins walking again, and, shaking himself out of his stupor, yoongi hurries his stride until he’s caught up.

he steals glances at the other as they walk, often timed when the breeze lifted the scent of the flowers to his nose. it’s driving him batshit, all of this waiting and wishing and wanting for someone he doesn’t even know, but somehow, this morning feels like a release of the tension that’s been building in him.

“tell him,” namjoon had said without even being informed of the situation. he had a way of knowing more about yoongi than he himself did, but he supposes that those are the perks of knowing someone for so long. what he hadn’t told namjoon was that it didn’t feel like a casual thing, something where he could ignore the sting of rejection and go about his daily life as per usual. he hadn’t said that because he knew how it sounded, and how it sounds even now. six meetings is not a lifetime, not a true indicator of what forever could be, yet yoongi wants tomorrow with jimin.

he’s a fucking idiot, and he would willingly admit that to just about anyone.

“she’s cute.” these words snap yoongi out of his reverie, and he follows jimin’s gaze to an attractive woman exiting the tea and coffee shop across from the studio. she has long brown hair that cascades to her waist, and even from this distance, he can tell that she looks quite stylish. once upon a time, yoongi might have asked her for a drink and his approximation of a dance.

he makes a noncommittal noise instead and brushes by the younger man into the studio, feeling a deep breath swell his abdomen as he loosens the fist that’s clenched around the iris stems.

he doesn’t check to see if jimin is behind him. he slams the door to his shared office with namjoon open and finds the other sitting at his desk.

“bad morning?” namjoon asks, eyeing the flowers pointedly.

“it was a great morning,” yoongi spits bitterly. “and the newbie bought me these flowers while we walked here, so you can stop looking scandalized.”

“he doesn’t live in your direction. what was he doing by you?”

“he stayed the night.” namjoon starts wiggling his eyebrows, and it’s his turn to look affronted. “christ, not like that, and even if it were, i don’t inquire about you and kook’s probably disgusting sex life, so you can stay out of mine.”

“at least i have a sex life.”

“real fucking mature, joonie.” yoongi rolls his eyes, but the familiar banter has him back on level ground. “so glad to know that i run this shithole with an eleven year old.”

jimin enters, then, a pout on his face as he looks at the two of them. “you left me outside, yoongi.”

“you’re inside now, aren’t you? i thought i would do you a favor and let you look at that girl a little longer. did you get her number? creep her out?” too late, yoongi realizes that namjoon has directed a smug gaze his way. he curses himself for letting the reason for his irritation slip.

namjoon spins in his chair, a satisfied smile stretching the corners of his mouth. “i told you that he’s a piece of shit, jiminie. you should have listened to me.”

yoongi waves him off with a disgruntled look, but the others can tell that he doesn’t mean it. “shut that goddamn mouth of yours unless you’re going to do something productive with it.”

“sorry, yoongi, but i’m not sucking you off. i’m dedicated to jungkook and jungkook only.”

this time, he doesn’t bother to respond to namjoon, instead logging into his computer to access the variations of lie that he had crafted on days when jimin hadn’t been there to give his opinion or add to it. he reaches his hand out, and, like a practiced routine, jimin places the panda memory stick in his hand so he can add the files and then move into a different room where they can focus.

he downloads them quickly, and as he gets up to leave, namjoon clears his throat. “you have taehyung at two thirty today. he wants to ask about spoken lines on stigma.”

“can’t you help him?”

“he wants you. he says i’m too by the book, or some shit like that.”

“well shit, i guess he’s not wrong.”

but this is counter to what his plans are for the day, and he finds that he’s irritated by the disruption of his schedule. today would not be the day after all.

it is not the next meeting that’s memorable to yoongi, but rather what happens in between, seven shots of vodka warming his cheeks and the lingering beat of music thrumming in his veins. this time, yoongi wears the leather pants and the thick rings of eyeliner, and his head lies in jungkook’s lap, the younger boy’s hand brushing across his sweaty forehead.

clubbing with namjoon, jungkook, and taehyung usually meant complete exhaustion, and this time had been no exception. it had been nice to forget about jimin for a few hours, even if the overly bright guy on the dance floor swung his hips like jimin does sometimes, when he’s really feeling the beat of the music and is lost in the melody. even if he saw jimin around every corner and between every couple.

taehyung, world’s most social butterfly, sent people his way all night in the hopes of providing even a small distraction, but yoongi lost interest in each one quickly. it wasn’t their fault; he was too distant from the start, and, at any rate, they were more of tae’s type anyway.

by the fifth shot and second beer, he had already been off balance, so by the seventh shot, he was supported by taehyung as they exited the bar.

a tear slips out of his eye before he even realizes what’s happening, and jungkook swipes it away with one finger, almost as if it didn’t happen. namjoon won’t let him off that easily, however, and he sits down next to his boyfriend and leans over to meet yoongi’s vacant gaze.

“min yoongi,” he begins, and yoongi has to laugh at that, because his friend is so serious and nothing in his life is serious, nothing is permanent except for this room and the people in it.

so he responds with a giggle and a response of “kim namjoon”, and namjoon glares at him, and yoongi really wishes that he was a lot more drunk than he already was, because he knows what’s coming now,

“fucking say something, man. you never back down. you never give up on anything. a bystander could tell that you’re head over heels for park jimin, and yet you won’t say anything.”

“does it even matter if he turns you down?” but taehyung has said the wrong thing, and namjoon practically burns a hole in him from the aggressive stare he gives.

yoongi smiles, but it’s beyond bitter, the mixture of the vodka and the self induced stress causing him to dig his nails into his palms. “yes, it does, in fact, matter very much, asshole, so i would appreciate it if you could fuck off.”

he stands up, wobbling on his feet as the alcohol hits him, and stumbles to his room, crashing onto his full twin bed petulantly.

it’s jungkook who comes after him, and though it should be namjoon, his oldest friend, he finds himself soothed by the younger man’s presence.

because it’s jungkook, there’s no snarky comment or making light of the situation. there is only the honest truth, and that’s something that yoongi appreciates more than anything else.

“if he’s messing with you this badly, i think you’d be stupid to not explore the possibility of being with him, yoongi. it’s not like you can even look at anyone else.”

“we work together, jungkook.”

“and you’re supposed to be a mature, responsible adult. if you can’t continue to work with him despite personal matters, then i’ll say that jimin would be right to reject your sorry ass. this is not who you are. you are min fucking yoongi, and you’ve faced a lifetime of mistakes and mess ups. you are ready for anything, so do yourself a damn favor and just tell him how you feel.”

“i know,” he says, and he cringes at how pathetic it sounds. “i know, and i’m really trying. i’m tired of hiding my feelings over uncertainty and fear.”

“and that, more than anything, is the reason why you are worth so much.”

lucky number seven feels like a mistake, but it’s something that’s become unavoidable, and yoongi has decided that he’s sick of dodging feelings and making a game out of things. he is min yoongi, and he doesn’t run from things, no matter how much he might want to. he settles into a table at a cute coffee shop and begs his stomach to stop churning.

it’s just jimin, he thinks, but that doesn’t help at all, so he gives up on that train of thought. he looks more professional than he ever has in the studio, and he nervously adjusts his glasses, wondering if it’s too much. his turtleneck is too warm, and everything feels as though it’s spinning around him. he’s not ready for this; he has to be ready.

“yoongi!” the voice alone sends a shock through his body, and he finds himself tensing. jimin is a vision, cotton candy hair messy and a rumpled, oversized dress shirt tugging at his heartstrings.

he’s whipped, and they aren’t even dating.

but they have to keep up some pretense of normalcy, or yoongi does, at the very least, so he waves at the boy and notes the appreciative glances being shot toward jimin.

“it’s good to see you too, jimin,” he says, a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth, desperate to be released.

there’s a lingering air of awkwardness between the two of them, and yoongi knows that it’s entirely his own fault. beneath the table, his nails carve little crescent moons into the skin of his palms.

“i’m glad you invited me here,” jimin says, and yoongi silently thanks him for covering up for his complete lack of social skills. “it’s a nice place to be on a pretty day, and i like my company.”

unbidden, a gentle warmth spreads across yoongi’s face, and he has to look away in order to steel himself.

“there’s actually a reason that i wanted you to eat with me today.”

“dodging exes?”

before he can think about it, he throws jimin a baleful glare. it’s relaxing, the normalcy of the response, and it soothes him a little.

“no, dumbass.” he ducks his head and curses under his breath. what a charmer he is. “i just-”

“yes.”

yoongi’s head snaps up. “what- are you sure you know what i was going to ask?”

jimin looks so innocent, lips turned up in an excited smile. “you’re asking me to stay full time at the studio, aren’t you?”

and because this is not what he was planning to say at all, he snaps. his hand pushes roughly through his hair and his foot taps harshly against the tile floor.

it’s now or never. “jimin, i like you, dammit.”

the look on the sunset boy’s face is a lot more devilish now, and he rises out of his seat. yoongi watches with widened eyes as he sits down on the black haired boy’s lap and pulls himself closer.

“i know,” jimin says, and presses his lips against yoongi’s.

the world has fucking exploded around yoongi, and he can’t handle it, so he crushes jimin against him. faintly, he can hear mocking cheers from the group of frat boys at the table by the door, so he kisses him harder. someone coos over how adorable they are, so yoongi kisses him harder.

then they have to part for air, and jimin is more beautiful than he ever could have imagined, and he knows the reason why.

#btsboundmarch #yoonminseok-net #bangtan bookclub #yoonmin #min yoongi #park jimin

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sugainmycoffee · 6 years ago

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for those of us who like to suffer,,,,,read setting fire to our insides for fun

“I know,” Yoongi sobs. “I know I am, I’m so sorry, Jimin, I have lived with guilt all of these years. I fell in love with you, I shouldn’t have, but I did and I don’t regret it! Our family is the best thing that has ever happened to me!”

Jimin walks in his direction again, face so close he can feel Yoongi’s rapid breathing against his face.

“Our family is a lie,” he says through his teeth. “ We are a lie.

:’)))))))))))))))) WE LOVE SUFFERING : https://archiveofourown.org/works/17677127/chapters/41694620

#yoonmin #sugamin #fic rec #yoonmin bookclub

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bangtanxm · 5 years ago

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Bookclub; March ‘20

THEME OF THE MONTH; recommendations: The Darkness Within

Everyone has a little demon living inside them. A creature they can never unleash. Whether it be a murderous plot, a twisted mind or the unimaginable and unforgivable, it’s all the same. You know any amazingly written Dark fics? Is it BTS member x member focused? Then join our bookclub now to recommend your favorites!

As this topic involves a lot of triggers, we’d like you to be aware to only highlight fics that properly disclaim their stories. On top of that we won’t be highlighting content that involves any topics that are considered taboo (sexualizing minors, animal abuse, pedophilia, glorifying self-harm or mental illnesses etc.) regardless of a trigger warning or not.

How can I join without being a member of the bookclub? Between the second and third week of the month, we will post a link to the chosen fics by our bookclub-members for everyone to check out. Then you can read as much as you like and can and write a review on why you recommend the story in the given form. If you want to join the discord though you are always welcome!

PROMPT OF THE MONTH; drabble game: “Sometimes the darkness is too big to keep inside.”

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hungline · 6 years ago

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marigold

pairings: jihope, yoonmin, side namjin genre: angst, soulmate au, uni au, rated t warnings: color blindness, past character death words: 2574

summary: “You see in black and white until you meet your soulmate.”

“Why? That sounds horrible, Mom.”

“Only your soulmate should be the reason you see the world for what it really is, Hobi.”

Or, Hoseok has horrible luck and of course, finding and attaining his soulmate wouldn’t be easy. On top of that, college fucking sucks.

⇢ chapter one of moonless marigold 2.0

Steeling himself in front of the mirror, Hoseok draws in a deep breath.

Only his reflection greets him as he chews on his bottom lip, but that does nothing to calm his nerves. As he once again fixes his dark hair, a nervous habit that he doesn't really remember where he picked it up from, Hoseok assures himself for what feels like the nth time that morning that there is absolutely nothing to worry about.

As he looks down at his jeans and a t-shirt outfit, he hopes for the life of him that his clothes actually match right now.

Though knowing that Seokjin had picked out this outfit for him eases his nerves a tiny bit because his hyung would never let him go out looking like a five-year-old had dressed him.

At the same time, however, Hoseok feels embarrassed that he still needs help picking out his clothes. He is in his twenties now and still has to ask someone to help him make sure his clothes match. Hoseok lets out a long sigh and wishes once again that he could see in color.

"You see in black and white until you meet your soulmate."

Hoseok's entire body locks up, a wave of terror washing over him entirely and drowning him.

His mother's words don't drift through his mind very often. But whenever they do, his heart begins to ache as much as it had on the day she died. He doesn't want to remember when she first told him about soulmates and why most people don't see in color. He doesn't want to remember the way she pushed back his hair behind his ear to see his face better and let her palm rest on his cheek, the memory of her soft, warm skin against his enough to draw tears to his eyes. He doesn't want to remember when he asked her the simplest of questions that a six-year-old could ask, followed up by a typical complaint that a six-year-old would make.

And yet, it doesn't matter what Hoseok wants. What Hoseok wants has never mattered. If it did, then his mother would still be here with him.

"Why? That sounds horrible, Mom."

Hoseok doesn't want to remember the next words that left her mouth and have been influencing him up until now. And he doesn't. He pushes the memory back, fighting it with all his might and grips the edges of his dresser hard enough to leave dents in his palms. He keeps his head bent low as he bites his lip to hold his oncoming sobs back. Hoseok looks up into the mirror and finds that's his biggest mistake because his eyes are burning with the tears he doesn't want to shed.

Never does a day go by where the pain that accompanies memories of his mother lessen. Hoseok is just going to have to deal with that, he guesses.

It's been years and nothing's changed. Hoseok is still the big crybaby he's always been, he's just taller now is all.

He rubs at his eyes then and takes in another deep breath in a vain attempt to pull himself together.

What a wonderful way to start the first day of the term.

Hoseok grabs his book bag and leaves after that. He can't bear being alone in the dorm room any longer. Even if he is going to be forty minutes early to his first class of the semester, being outside helps clear his mind and draws his attention away from all the underlying anxiety pumping through his system at this moment.

Hoseok makes it to and from the lecture hall with no incidents. After living with color blindness for so many years, he's always been aware of his surroundings in case there might be danger nearby. His first class of the term had majorly sucked, all they'd done was listen to the professor drone on and on about why he taught math. Hoseok only took the class because it's a mandatory course to earn his required credits. Even if he is majoring in dance and choreography, it didn't matter to the school system one bit.

He's only been back in the dorm for a total of five minutes when Namjoon comes bursting through the door with Seokjin trailing behind him, a wary expression on the eldest's face.

"I told you he'd be here, hyung," Namjoon whines as soon as he spots Hoseok and turns on his heel to confront his soulmate.

Seokjin shrugs his broad shoulders, a not so timid smile curling his lip. "I never said he wasn't going to be here. He lives here with you, after all, Joonie. You should know this stuff."

Hoseok turns back to the pot of tea he'd been busy brewing beforehand, no longer interested in the couple's arguing, and only being pulled out of his own thoughts when Namjoon yells his name.

Hoseok calmly turns to face him, trying his best to not let on about how his heart is racing from fright. "Yes?"

"Come with me to the recording studio."

Seokjin has his arms crossed over his chest, expression peeved, as he gives Namjoon the death glare and Hoseok can't help but wonder why.

"Why? Didn't we just record your new track a few days ago?" Hoseok turns off the pot, resigning to brew his tea at a later time when Namjoon doesn't need something from him.

Seokjin's glare intensifies as Namjoon responds, "We're re-recording some parts of the track to fit the new verse I got a friend to make."

Hoseok's gaze flickers between Seokjin's angry expression and Namjoon's questioning one. "What friend? And why does it look like Seokjin-hyung, is planning your funeral right now?"

Namjoon waves his arm in an off-handish manner. "Don't mind, hyung. He just doesn't approve of my friend."

"Who's your friend?" Hoseok tries again.

"Min motherfucking Yoongi," Seokjin spits out his name as if its bile or something else that is equally as disgusting.

Hoseok's eyes widen. He's never seen his hyung act so resentful or say anything so hateful towards another person during the many odd years that they've known each other. Namjoon merely rolls his eyes, as if he had expected this from Seokjin, and turns his attention back towards Hoseok.

"Yeah, Min Yoongi. Now, are you coming or not? He's waiting for us there," Namjoon sighs as Seokjin lets out a haughty breath beside him.

Though not having any idea as to who Min Yoongi might be, Hoseok nods and yelps when Namjoon grabs him by the hem of his dark shirt. Namjoon then pulls him out into the hallway shortly afterward, barely giving Hoseok any time at all to slip his shoes back on.

"Didn't know you meant right this second. Jeez," Hoseok huffs with slight irritation as he tears his shirt out of Namjoon's grasp.

Seokjin is behind them, looking angry, but determined to come along as they make their way down the hall and out of the dorm building. Namjoon leads the way across campus to the recording studio in the music department as Hoseok numbly trails after the couple in front of him. An unexpected wave of bitterness washes over Hoseok as he watches how Namjoon unconsciously takes Seokjin's hand and draws him closer to his side while they walk. The two have been together since early childhood, with Hoseok always as the third wheel of sorts and maybe Hoseok should just be used to that too at this point.

Hoseok had met Seokjin first when he was five. Seokjin had sat down at his empty table to give him half of his lunch because Hoseok had forgotten his at home. They hadn't spoken beforehand and Hoseok never really understood why Seokjin had done it, but he knew better than to bring it up. Seokjin always teased him about how pitiful he had looked sitting there at a table all alone; no friends or even food to distract him from the rest of the student body in the cafeteria.

At age six, Hoseok met Namjoon through Seokjin when he had just moved to their small town. Even though he was the same age as Hoseok, Namjoon had skipped two grade levels due to his high IQ and landed sitting right next to Seokjin in their English class. Since then, Seokjin had been helping Hoseok pick out his clothes.

There isn't really a set age for when someone might meet their soulmate. It can happen at an early age, or never at all. Those cases are rare though: where someone can go their whole life, never being able to see color because they have never met their soulmate or when people can claim that they've been able to see color since their elementary days. Namjoon and Seokjin are one of those rare cases and Hoseok feels that he might be one too since he has never been graced with good luck in life.

Hoseok has imagined many different scenarios of when and where he would meet his soulmate, but none have seemed to come true. Despite trying his best not to, Hoseok's a sucker for romance and only wants what most others have when it comes to their soulmate. But then again, since he hasn't met his own soulmate yet, at least he doesn't have to endure the rarest and most painful fate: have his soulmate die prematurely.

Eventually, Hoseok realizes that they are now walking into the music department building and half-wonders how he could've fazed out for the entire walk over while Seokjin begins arguing with Namjoon.

"I don't like him, Joonie," Seokjin hisses as they make their way down the corridor to the recording room.

"Hyung, that was one time, and you know I didn't do anything because you were there as an eyewitness." Namjoon's voice is laced with mild irritation. "Let it go already. I love you, alright?"

Seokjin sighs, crossing his arms over his chest with an unhappy expression on his face. "Fine. I'm sorry."

"What the fuck?" Hoseok whispers to himself as he watches his oldest friends make up.

"Good. Anyway, I told you Yoongi-hyung is back with Jimin, so he hasn't tried anything in a long time." Namjoon puts an arm around Seokjin's shoulders and pulls him close while they continue walking.

"Seriously, what the fuck?" Hoseok asks again, his voice louder.

Seokjin looks back at Hoseok as if he'd forgotten that he was there and the tiny sting that brings is pitiful enough for Hoseok to ignore as he waits for the elder to speak. "I'll explain later. We're here though, so prepare yourself to meet Yoongi. He's a dick."

Namjoon shakes his head and pauses in front of the door that leads into the recording studio. "Just be polite, Hoseok, and Yoongi-hyung should be polite in return."

Hoseok nods, not knowing why he wouldn't be polite. As bitter as he feels most of the time, Hoseok can't be an asshole to anyone even if he tried.

Namjoon opens the door for Seokjin and waits until Hoseok is close to enter after him. They are greeted with two men shamelessly sucking each other's faces and rubbing against one another.

Hoseok freezes.

"Jeez, hyung. Keep it in your pants, this is where we work," Namjoon scoffs before approaching the two men as they slowly break apart.

Hoseok can't move. He's too busy staring at the younger man with bright, colored hair.

Colored.

Hoseok doesn't know what color, but he can clearly see that his hair is in fact colored. The man stares back at Hoseok too, equally as shocked, but makes no attempt to approach him. The other three in the room are oblivious to what is going on between them.

Seokjin shakes his shoulder then. "Hoseok-ah, what's wrong? Do you know Jimin-ssi? You two are staring at each other as if you've seen a ghost."

"H-his hair...what c-color?" Hoseok feels that he can't speak properly and is surprised he managed that much.

Realization dawns on Seokjin's face while Namjoon and Yoongi silently watch it all. The man named Jimin remains silent, but sits down on Yoongi's lap anyway, as if he doesn't care that his freaking soulmate is standing right in front of him.

"Orange," Seokjin whispers.

Jimin speaks up then. "You look like a horse."

Seokjin sputters out curses that Hoseok can't make out, but he's pretty sure he's never heard anything as foul as them leave the elder's lips.

Hoseok merely mutters, "I have to go."

He turns on his heel and leaves without another word.

Hoseok is surprised that the hallway remains colorless when he runs down it, but then he remembers that he won't be able to see in all the colors the world has to offer him until he and his soulmate love each other. At this moment, that doesn't quite seem possible when he remembers that he had just walked in on his own soulmate making out with someone who Seokjin considers a dick. Without knowing it, tears are falling down Hoseok's face as he rushes back towards the dorms concluding that he really has been gifted with the worst luck ever.

As he runs across campus, other students stare at him go past as if he's some manic lunatic. Hoseok blinks away tears every time the color orange appears in his surroundings. The sun itself gives out odd orange rays that land on random objects and splinter his vision into orange or colorless.

God he's going to have the worst headache ever once he throws himself into his bed.

It's when Hoseok finally reaches his dorm that he realizes he can finally see color.

He looks up and finds the school banner on his wall is orange.

He quickly tears it down with tears in his eyes, remembering Jimin with Yoongi.

Hoseok knows that he really shouldn't be reacting this way. He doesn't even know Jimin, but they are fated to be together anyway. Remembering the jab Jimin had made at his looks draws out a louder sob out of Hoseok. He'd just walked in on the meant-to-be love of his life dry humping someone else only to get insulted afterward as if Jimin didn't care.

As if Jimin could ever possibly learn to love him.

Hoseok stumbles over to his mirror and grabs the edges of the dresser. He keeps his head bent low as he remembers his mother's words about how special soulmates are. It doesn't go past him that he's back where he started this morning, except now he knows who his soulmate is.

He allows the memory from that morning to flicker through his thoughts once more as tears spill onto the chestnut wood beneath him.

He's too tired to fight it anymore. He needs to let this memory play out so that it can stop haunting him and jumping at him at the most random of moments. The fight goes out of Hoseok as he slouches away from the dresser and sluggishly throws himself into his bed, securing himself in the warm cocoon of his blankets.

More tears are drawn out of him but Hoseok is alone and he doesn't care anymore.

Hoseok is alone.

"You see in black and white until you meet your soulmate."

"Why? That sounds horrible, Mom."

"Only your soulmate should be the reason you see the world for what it really is, Hobi."

How wrong his mother had been.

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• Pairing: Yoongi x Jimin • Genre: Angst | Racer!AU ( → Gifset Trailer) • Words: 6,4k | Co-Writer: Cat @cassiavioletblue • Disclaimer: mentioning of alcohol / drugs / violence / smut / abuse / graphic content

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Jimin was looking over Jungkook’s shoulder, seeing Taehyung leaning against his car not far away from where they were and then back at Jungkook. Biting his lip, Jimin thought that if Taehyung was there, then it couldn’t be because of something Jungkook wanted to do to him. He liked Taehyung. There was no reason to be afraid. Motioning over to the crowd, he spoke up, “Jin is close by…so…” He wasn’t sure why he had felt the need to secure himself and show Jungkook that he wasn’t alone, but maybe it was just his wariness. Rolling his shoulders back, Jimin took a deep breath, taking a step closer to Jungkook, “What do you want?”

Jungkook smiled, or rather showed a sad little imitation of it. It was pathetic how it still hurt even though Jimin’s reaction was completely logical. How was it that emotions and logic never went hand in hand? Why couldn’t he just reason himself into stop loving Yoongi or stop regretting his choices or losing sleep over it. It could have been so much easier for everyone if he just had let go.

“I’m not going to hurt you Jimin.” He didn’t make the effort to hide the tiredness from his word. “Although you probably won’t believe me, I never wanted that. Not really. And definitely not like this.” He shrugged his shoulders. “But it doesn't matter what I wanted. What matters is that you got hurt and... it’s not just the physical damage, the bruises, the pain you must have been in. I’m sorry for how I treated you in general. How I always tried to fight with you, all the tension, the passive-aggressiveness when instead I should have just accepted you into the group. I’m sorry. For everything. And... also for what happened with you and your parents. If you want me to talk to them, to explain that it wasn’t your fault how everything turned out then I’ll do it, I promise. This is not a trick to get back at you or play you or... or to get back on Yoongi’s good side.” He kicked a little stone with the tip of his shoe, just to distract himself, because speaking the older’s name still made the ache flare up anew in his chest. “I know he doesn't want to talk to me. And that’s alright. I just... just wanted to get this off my chest.” He nodded, more to himself than Jimin. He had made it. He had told him what he wanted without running off again. He could go home now. “Anyway, Thanks for listening to me. I’ll stop bothering you now. Enjoy the race.”

“No!” Jimin said a little louder then he intended to, reaching out for Jungkook’s arm to keep him from going anywhere, “Please…let me say something, too.” When Jungkook looked at him in confusion, Jimin gathered all his strength. “I just… I think I have a say in this, too, right?” He began and let go of Jungkook’s arm. This time he didn’t step back. “I knew you always disliked me and I’m sorry that I hurt you as well with kissing Yoongi in front of you and all…if I would have known, if you would have talked to me, I would have kept it down a little,” Jimin shrugged his shoulders, gazing at Jungkook. “And please don’t talk to my parents, please. It’s okay. They would only try to arrest you or make you say something to the media to clean my name, but I don’t want that,” Jimin said with a sad smile, “I’ll figure that out on my own.” He sighed, rubbing his neck awkwardly.

“Thank you,” Jimin said a little breathless, “Thank you for coming here and apologizing. It really shows…about who you truly are, I think. It doesn’t make it better and it was absolutely wrong to do all of this…but in a weird way I can understand you…even though it still hurts.”

Their roles were reversed for a second when Jimin reached out for him and Jungkook was the one who was stepping back with insecurity in his eyes. Of course, he had thought this over and over in his head before but never in any of those thoughts had Jimin being nice to him right away been an option. He was positively overwhelmed. And pretty much rendered speechless.

For a moment it was quiet and then Jimin could hear the roaring of the engines as he looked over his shoulder. It was the last round. “Yoongi will need a little more time,” Jimin said and returned his attention back to Jungkook, “But if you truly want to make it better and if you listen a little more to Taehyung…,” He motioned over to him, before a little smile appeared on his lips, “Then I think everyone will forgive you. I do.” He reached out his hand for Jungkook to take, just when the people around them started cheering and chanting Yoongi’s name loudly. “I forgive you,” Jimin repeated not sure if Jungkook had heard right.

Jungkook was torn between wariness and surprise, hope and all the guilt he was feeling. He had no idea how to react, a simple thank you wasn’t nearly enough but he was running out of time to think of something else because Yoongi was about to win the race and then he would come looking for Jimin and… yeah, he better should get going. Like right now. So, he actually settled for a quiet thank you and a shy smile still filled with worries and uncertainty.

“Stay close to Taehyung, will you?” Jimin said and looked over to Taehyung. He had noticed it before. First when they all had stayed over at his summer house, then at all the parties and races. Taehyung was always there, wherever Jungkook was and then Jimin had noticed a familiar look in the other’s eyes. One that was filled with love and worry for Jungkook.

Jungkook tried to understand what Jimin was telling him right now but he didn’t seem to get a grasp on it.

“You will break his heart completely one day if you keep on worrying him,” Jimin chuckled low, before his voice got serious again, “Sometimes we don’t see how much certain people really love us…and Taehyung really likes you.” Shrugging his shoulders, Jimin took a step back again, a smile forming at his lips when he looked at Taehyung, whose eyes were almost fixated on Jungkook and who probably was occupied worrying way too much about the younger again.

Jungkook sighed deeply. “Yeah, his heart is too soft. And I know it could get him into trouble but - right now I’m really thankful for his lenience and care with me. It’s nice to know that you’ve got a friend that is there for you - even if you behave like a complete asshole. Not that I’m planning on repeating something so awful again but... it basically means that if I try to keep my shit together, I can rely on his friendship. And... and even if it’s not like … like you and Yoongi, it’s still something good, right?”

Jimin giggled at Jungkook’s blindness to what was so obvious to everyone else but the younger. “Jungkook…are you really that blind? His heart is soft for you,” Jimin tried to hint once more, but when Jungkook just kept on talking about their friendship, he interrupted him again, “Taehyung loves you, you idiot!” He ran his fingers through his hair, a little nervous about the fact he had just outed Taehyung like that but the other probably would have never told Jungkook in the first place. Too scared that Jungkook would never love him back. Looking over his shoulder, Jimin could see how the people were running onto the race tracks to celebrate the racers. Yoongi wouldn’t be very happy if he’d see Jimin alone with Jungkook, even if they had made up now. It was still a long way to go for the other and for Jimin. Jungkook would need to prove himself a lot more, especially to Yoongi, but the apology was a huge step and he was very thankful for it. It was a lot easier to breathe for Jimin now. “I think Tae’s waiting for you,” Jimin raised an eyebrow cheekily, before he waved Jungkook goodbye, “I see you around then.”

When Jungkook finally went back to the car his steps were light and quick. He felt like a big part of the weight that had been pulling him down had vanished, just like that. He wanted to believe that it would really be better now, that he wouldn't feel so guilty and that Jimin and he would be okay. But alone the fact that he was practically fleeing from the race now that things were settled to avoid being seen by Yoongi proofed to him that there was still a long way to go before he would be able to get back to ‘normal’. When he finally was back in the car he slumped into his seat, shutting the car door closely and securely. He sighed deeply and with a smile on his face.

Taehyung sat right back down next to him, looking at the younger curiously. “And?” Taehyung mimicked the smile that was visible on the other’s face, “I guess it went well? Or why that smile?” He reached out for Jungkook as if he wanted to wipe something from his lips, but Taehyung just wanted to poke Jungkook’s cheeks a little, happy and relieved to see him smile again – finally.

“Yeah, it went…amazing, really! He not only listened to me but said that he would forgive me! Just like that! Can u believe that?” He chuckled, more at ease than he had been for quite a while. “He was just a little misguided about one thing. He kind of took your caring nature the wrong way.”

Taehyung smiled, looking at Jungkook fondly and only then his expression turned confused. “What…what do you mean? What did he say?” Suddenly Taehyung felt a little too nervous. His heart beating so fast, he was sure Jungkook could hear it. So, he coughed a little, turning back in his car seat, he fumbled around with the keys before he put them in and let the engine roar.

“He actually thinks that you’re in love with me,” Jungkook shook his head, the disbelief clearly written on his face. “Maybe he just wanted to be nice, make me feel lovable or something... or he actually believes it.” Jungkook shrugged his shoulder “Well he doesn't know you as well as I do.” His voice grew softer “You being kind and attentive doesn't mean that you’re in love with anyone. It’s just who you are. You’ve always been like this to me. For as long as I can remember.”

Taehyung stalled the engine right away when Jungkook spoke the words out loud, he had never dared to say himself. He was getting even more nervous now, trying to get the car back on but he failed miserably. Way too nervous. His heart beating wildly against his chest. “Yeah…,” Taehyung chuckled low, trying not to feel too hurt by Jungkook’s words. Taehyung had always been aware that Jungkook didn’t love him. He was helplessly in love with Yoongi and Tae…he was helplessly in love with Jungkook. Taehyung promised to never act on it, even though it meant years of heartache. But he focused on the good things he had with him. They were business partners, roommates…and that was it. He would only make it worse with a confession.

Taehyung's hands were shaking, when he reached for the keys again. “Yeah…he probably just…wanted to be nice,” He looked up at Jungkook, trying to show him a reassuring smile but he failed massively so he quickly kept his focused back on the road and starting the car again, his voice turning quiet, “And I’ll keep being like this, don’t worry about that.”

Jungkook furrowed his brows when he saw Tae’s obvious reaction. “Oh, I’m...I’m sorry Tae, I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable. Please dont think I’ll start mindlessly obsessing over you now like I had started to do it with ... with Yoongi. I’m not taking what Jimin said seriously. I won't make it awkward, promise”

Taehyung chuckled low, shaking his head when he turned off the engine again to turn a little towards the younger. “I know you won’t,” The older said with a low voice, “I know you wouldn’t fall in love with me.” Just for a second it was absolutely silent, before Taehyung gave the keys over to Jungkook, asking him to change seats and drive instead. “I don’t feel so good,” He mumbled and opened the driver’s door, “Headache and stuff.” He got out fast, taking in a deep breath from the night air, raking his hand through his hair.

Yeah, Jungkook would never fall in love with him. Some people just weren’t made for happy ever after’s and Taehyung were one of them. He had always known that. He leaned against his car, rubbing his hands over his face, making it grew paler than it already was. When he heard Jungkook getting out as well, he quickly returned to a normal expression and walked over to the passenger seat.

“Tae, wait.” Jungkook gently reached out for the older and touched his arm to ask him to turn back around towards him. “Did I say something wrong? I wasn’t... it wasn’t my intention to... Tae, did I hurt you?” He would utterly confused right now and as Tae grew more and more restless he was fearing that whatever he had done it might drive Tae away.

Putting a faint smile on his face, Taehyung took Jungkook’s hand from his arm, caressing over his soft skin sweetly with his thumb before he let go. “It’s fine, really…I’m just…tired,” He said and reached out again to touch Jungkook’s cheek. Suddenly Taehyung felt like that he needed to, that he wouldn’t have much time until he wouldn’t be allowed to do so again. Because Jungkook will fall in love again. And not with him. “I’m sorry if I worried you,” Letting go of the younger, Taehyung opened his mouth to say more but there were no words coming out. He just looked at Jungkook for a moment, before he could find the words again, “Don’t think too much about what Jimin said, okay? Let’s just go home.”

Now that Jungkook looked at Taehyung properly he saw how tired his friend really looked. Tired and exhausted. Tae had been with him many times during the last weeks, cheering him up when he felt like he couldn’t look forward and distracting him when the heartache got too bad. All while trying to be with the rest of the group without hurting Jungkook too much and not snubbing the others at the same time. It must have taken quite the toll on him too. Feeling emotional, Jungkook hugged Tae tightly without any warning, holding him close to him the same way Tae had done it for him so often now. “Thank you, Tae. Really. I don’t know what I would have done without you,” He finished with a little kiss on the cheek that felt strangely intimate. Maybe it was what Jimin had said but somehow, he had to keep himself from kissing Taehyung for real in thanks.

Taehyung almost flinched when Jungkook’s lips touched his cheek ever so softly and his hand wrapped around the younger’s waist to keep him close and instead of letting him go, he just kept him there, tightly against his own body. A small smile stole its way onto his lips and with the other hand Taehyung caressed over Jungkook’s cheeks, gazing into his eyes. The ones he had fallen in love with so many years ago. “I’m always there for you,” He murmured, letting his hand fall down to Jungkook’s neck, caressing his soft skin there, just like Tae knew Jungkook loved it.

Jungkook closed his eyes, just enjoying the caress, completely relaxed in Taehyungs embrace. The other meant safety for him, comfort. He could be as he was and even though he was determined to be a better person in the future it was incredibly soothing to know that there was someone who already loved him exactly how he was, even if it was ‚just‘ in a friendly way. Taehyung knew everything about him. All his heartache, the pressure the younger felt each time he wanted to show off his skills, whether it was at work or anywhere else. He knew about Jungkook’s first love, the first kiss he had shared with a boy right behind the gym hall of his school where Taehyung had waited for him each day. And he had listened to his giggles, to his rant about how cute the other was. All of them had finished school already but Jungkook and it was always Taehyung who made sure that the younger was everywhere the group was. He was the one asking Jungkook to be business partners, knowing about the dream of his to become an artist and offering him a room in his apartment when Jungkook wanted to finally move out of his parents’ house. He knew about the sweet little scar on Jungkook’s cheek, that he was tracing softly right now, deep in his thoughts, and how he had argued with his brother about who could use the computer first. Jungkook had shown him every part of himself in trust and Taehyung had took it upon him to keep him safe as much as he could. Because he loved him. From the very first day he had seen Jungkook when Hoseok had brought him into the group, telling Taehyung how good of an artist he was. It had been so long ago. So much had happened. He was so close, yet still so far.

Taehyung was tracing his scar and it made him fidgety, nervous, kind of restless. Because it was something intimate, something Tae normally didn’t do out in the open like this. And he looked at him like... like Jungkook meant so much more to him than friendship. It was overwhelming. And Jungkook didn’t knew how to handle it. He had never thought of Tae like something more than a friend. He had been so busy being in love with Yoongi head over heels that there hadn’t been room for anyone else not even theoretically. And now he didn’t know what to think.

Taehyung’s heart always longed for him, his eyes always searching for Jungkook’s who was always busy with getting Yoongi’s attention. Taehyung had seen how Yoongi had pushed the younger up the wall a few years later, kissing him senseless, completely drunk on the alcohol and the adrenaline of winning an important race. It had hurt so much. That night, Taehyung had closed up his heart forever. A part of him had wanted to tell Jungkook, confess his feelings towards him but he realized too soon that Jungkook would never fall in love with him. Why would he? He was just his friend. The one who was there for him. Always. And it would stay like this. Taehyung wasn’t sure if people could die from a broken heart, but it for sure hurt. He sighed deeply, looking back into Jungkook’s eyes, before he could find the right words, the right beginning to what he was about to do.

“Would it be...,” Taehyung began quietly, letting go of Jungkook slowly. The words had been so clear in his mind, he knew exactly what he wanted to say, but now that he was saying it out loud, only a mess of it came out: “Would it be so...stupid... if...I mean...maybe...I eh… I just sometimes wonder...that...if ehm...you and me…could be ever... something, just hypothetically speaking... I...just thought about it...not in a weird way of course..and...I know I’m not really one...that you...find attractive I guess...I’m weird...not cool like Yoongi...or Hoseok… or handsome as Jin...or smart like Namjoon...I just thought...we...but...you know...ehm….woulditbesostupidifwhatjiminsaidwastrue?” His heart was beating so fast, while Taehyung was biting his lip hard to not say anything anymore. When the realization hit him, he suddenly felt so anxious, ready to bolt and just ran away.

Jungkook swallowed hard. His first instinct was to think of this as a joke, a cruel one. that Tae had stayed with him as some form of punishment, to make him rely on him so it would hurt all the more if he pretended to care just to take it all away. He took a step back, looking at Tae, trying to find a smirk or something else that would give away that he was teasing him, that he was trying to make him believe he could be loved just to tell him it was a joke later. He could feel the anger rising inside of him, the same kind of feeling that had made him drug Jimin and do so much else. He didn’t want to go down that road. It had made him hurt people. In his wicked way of protecting himself and trying to look out for his heart he had send everyone to hell, including himself. He had sworn to never do that again. So, he let go of the insecure part of him, the aggressive one, the part that saw the worst in people. He needed to trust in Tae, in his kindness. Even if it meant to make himself vulnerable and damageable. “You... you’re not toying with me, are you?” His voice was small and even to his own ears it sounded horribly shaky.

Taehyung closed his eyes, taking in a deep breath before he spoke again, looking at Jungkook softly, “Did I ever?” He shrugged his shoulders, not sure why he had confessed in the first place. It would only make it awkward now. Why did he even think this was a good idea? Jungkook would never fall in love with him. He had nothing to offer. Nothing that the younger one needed. Turning his head, he looked over to the race track, the music was blasting loudly, and he could see the people dance around, cheer for the racers. It seemed so far away right now.

“Just forget that I said it, okay?” Taehyung mumbled, rubbing his neck awkwardly, “Just…I’m sorry.” He turned, opening the door of the car again. He just wanted to get out of here quick.

Jungkook looked at Taehyungs back when the other turned, shoulders hunched up as if he expected a blow. Probably not physical, because Jungkook had never hit him for real (just when they were joking around with each other, never serious). But he expected him to break his heart. Because Jungkook had been completely blind toward his feelings. Just like Yoongi had been to Jungkook’s. The moment he realized that Taehyung must have felt a lot like himself his heart started aching again. Though this time it wasn’t for Yoongi. It was for Taehyung. Suddenly a lot of things made sense when he looked back. And with an awful feeling of dread did he realize how much he must have tortured Tae without even realizing it. He had let him listen to him going on about how great Yoongi was. Multiple times. He had even told him about his night with the elder. Imagining that Jimin would have did that to him; telling him that he had slept with Yoongi and how awesome it was kissing him… he would have gone insane from pain. And still Taehyung had been there for him.

“Oh Tae.” He hugged him from behind, pulling him back towards him so that Tae couldn’t get away with trying to act like his confession never happened. But he didn’t want to torture him on purpose, so he was glad that hugging him like this was more ‘friendly’ with not bringing their faces so close together. “”I’m so sorry I didn’t realize that you had feelings for me. I really didn’t. Believe me, I might be stupid enough to drug someone, but I would have never hurt you on purpose. I’m sorry Tae. Please forgive me - again.” Taehyung felt defeated and tired, turning a little and wrapping his arm around the younger he ruffled through his hair. “Don’t worry about it,” He said quietly, “You didn’t hurt me…like that. I’m fine. I just want you to be happy, that’s all.” Letting go of Jungkook, Taehyung turned to take a seat on the passenger side, rubbing the sides of his temples to get rid of the headache. He just needed sleep and something that made him forget his awkward confession.

Even though Tae was smiling at him it still didn’t feel right. Jungkook bit his lip but he didn’t know what else to say or do so he just sighed deeply and then followed Tae into the car. Taehyung had his eyes closed while the headache was getting worse and worse. “Do we still have some meds at home?” Taehyung murmured, leaning his head back as he rubbed his hands over his face to get rid of the pain. Their drive was uncomfortably silent so Jungkook turned on the radio - only to turn it right off when he remembered that Tae didn’t like music when he had a headache. They really knew each other inside out. It had always been like that. Jungkook wondered how during all this time it really had never occurred to him that they could be something more. Now that he thought of it, they already did more “couple things” than most of the other couples he knew. They shared a bed every now and then, just for the comfort of it. They always had breakfast together. They watched movies and ordered pizza, dividing it the way they knew the other liked it best, like leaving the crust for Tae because he liked it more while Tae always gave him part of his salami. The same way they knew the others sandwich preferences. Or coffee. Or... anything else really. They had settled into a natural habit with leaving together for so long. Jungkook blinked. They practically were like a married couple already. Just without the sex. But wasn’t everything else more important anyway?

As soon as they were home, Taehyung didn’t even go to look for any meds but walked back into his room, letting himself fall onto his bed. He barely got out of his jeans, before he laid down. It was always like that. He always got a headache when something emotionally bothered him like this. And now Jungkook knew. And it would get awkward. And he’d still be lonely. Turning onto his back, Taehyung crossed his arms in front of his face, sighing deeply.

Jungkook watched Tae vanish into the bedroom right away, looking after him deep in thoughts. What exactly had kept him from seeing Tae as a potential partner? They loved each other, and Tae even was his type (handsome, cute, with a sweet laugh and a heart too big for himself, lots of passion and spirit, shared interests …) so what had prevented the thought from crossing his mind just once? The answer was easy. Yoongi. Or rather his obsession with him. It had used up all his attention, all the love he had to give and turned him into a person he didn’t want to be. But was the attraction he felt towards Tae now that he was seeing him in another light delusion or projection - or was it real? He got out of his jacket and left his shoes in the hallway before walking towards Tae’s room on bare feet. There was only one way to find out...

Taehyung didn’t move when he heard Jungkook coming into his room. He never minded it. When the younger needed comfort or closeness, he always came by and it was common knowledge that Taehyung loved to sleep with someone (or at least something) in his arms. So, Jungkook took often the place of the pillow in his embrace. When the mattress dipped, Taehyung looked up from under his arms, lifting the blanket, so the younger could slip in. “You okay?” He murmured quietly, not wanting to talk about himself anymore, “I’m proud of you…for what you did today.”

“M not sure...” Jungkook answered honestly, suddenly shy of what he had decided to do. “Th...thank you.” There was a moment of silence in which Jungkook could feel his heart beat right up to his throat. “C...can I try something, Tae?”

“Hm?” Taehyung furrowed his brows in confusion, sitting up a little to look at Jungkook more closely. He looked the other up and down, looking for any physical signs why Jungkook could not be sure about feeling okay right now before he asked further, “Is it Yoongi? The apology? Do you need me to talk to Jimin or the boys? What’s wrong?”

As always Taehyung would have jumped up to his defense, not caring for anything else but Jungkook, even forgetting his headache for the sake of making him feel okay. A sudden wave of fondness washed through him and he set up as well, facing Taehyung who was still looking like he was ready to jump out of bed at any moment if Jungkook asked him to. “N...no. This isn’t about Yoongi. Or Jimin. This is about you.” He reached out for him, cupping his face, the same way Taehyung had done it at the race when they had been in front of the car. He could feel the fluttering in his stomach, something that must be caused by nerves. Or... or maybe something else. He took a deep breath, gathering all his courage... and then he leaned in. The second his lips met Tae’s the nervousness was all gone. It just vanished into thin air. Because kissing Tae felt like coming home, safe and secure, like warmth and comfort, like hot cocoa and a blanket on a cold day. Just this simple kiss felt more real and more right than everything he had done with Yoongi. He didn’t have to think or worry anymore, he knew that this was the right thing to do. Taehyung relaxed into Jungkook’s touch instantly. His heart went crazy, beating against his ribcage as if it wanted to jump out of it. He couldn’t contain the joy, the happiness, the love that he felt right now. Slowly Taehyung let his hand wander up to Jungkook’s neck to keep him close but also careful not to cage him in, in case he got scared. Because of the things that had happened to him, Taehyung didn’t want to overwhelm the younger. Though he, himself, definitely was. He kissed the younger with so much love and passion, pouring in all the love he had felt for Jungkook for all these years. It wasn’t easy to pull away again, his lips way too addicting. He kept his eyes close, his lips only a breath away from Jungkook when he spoke again in a whispery tone, “Don’t play with me, please. I’ve been doing this for years now…and I don’t care…I just want you to be happy…just…if this…”

Jungkook interrupted him with a little kiss, just a peck really, sweet and innocent. Like his precious Tae. “I’m done playing games, Tae. I want something real, something honest. I want you Tae. I just... needed some time realizing it.” He leaned in to wrap his arms around the other properly, kissing him again and again. It was like each and every kiss mended a piece of his broken heart. Not long and it would be as if he had never been hurt. He could feel his obsession fading, turning into nothing but love and admiration. “This isn’t a pity thing. It’s something I should have done a long time ago. So, if you still want me… then I’d like to be yours.”

Taehyung stared at Jungkook in complete disbelief. He raised one finger, his voice barely there, “Give me a second.” Taehyung was quickly on his feet again, headache long forgotten, when he rushed out of the room and into the living room. His heart was beating so hard. His hands shaking when he reached for the handle of the balcony door. Stepping out into the dark night sky, he closed the door behind him, taking a deep breath. His hands closed around the cold metal of the barrier. And then he screamed. Just once. Followed by a soft giggle and a little jump, before he headed back inside. He ran all the way back into his room, ignoring Jungkook’s weird look, before he was hovering over him already, kissing the younger’s face everywhere. “Yes, yes, yes…of course, yes,” He murmured, every kiss a sweet promise against his soft skin.

An hour before Tae was screaming his happiness out into the night Yoongi was happily walking from the crowd to get himself and Jimin something to drink when he saw Tae’s car. He hadn’t seen the other around yet, so he came to a halt, looking for him. He didn’t have to look far though as he was standing just a few feet away from the vehicle. And he wasn’t alone. “What the fuck…” His mumble didn’t go unnoticed by Jimin who looked into the same direction to see what had Yoongi swearing all of a sudden. Out of instinct Yoongi held out his arm, stopping Jimin from getting any further towards them. Even though there was enough distance between Jimin and Jungkook he still felt the urge to actually physically get in between them to shield Jimin from whatever shit Jungkook was up to right now. “What is he doing here? Just... stay besides me okay? And... what... what is Tae... are they cuddling?”

Jimin giggled cutely, his small hands holding Yoongi by his arm to make him turn towards him again. “I’m fine…Jungkook came here to apologize to me…when you were out to race,” He said, earning a confused expression by Yoongi, “Don’t worry. He didn’t hurt me or anything. We’re fine. I forgave him.” He smiled and leaned in to kiss Yoongi sweetly, cupping his cheek before he had looked at Taehyung holding Jungkook in his arms again. He bit his lip to keep from smiling so much.

Yoongi opened his mouth in protest, telling Jimin how he shouldn’t have risked that and how he couldn’t just forgive Jungkook like that because he’s had an accident because of Jungkook - but then he stopped. And looked at Jimin, really looked at him. Jimin wasn’t weak. He was stronger. He wasn’t forgiving others so easily because he didn’t have the strength to hold his stand. He was forgiving because he was strong enough to leave grudges behind and not dwell on the hurt. Because he managed to see the good in people. Always. And for that Yoongi loved him.

“That my love is indeed them cuddling,” Jimin said and intertwined his hand with his boyfriends, “They look so cute together.”

“Cute... together?” He blinked, not really getting why Jimin was looking so mischievous. “Wait - you don’t think they are...”

“Going home? Making out? Fucking?” Jimin asked bluntly, looking at the retreating car, before he turned his attention fully back on Yoongi, “Well at least I really hope so…was about time.” He shrugged his shoulders, as if it was not a big thing.

“Wha... no! You don’t... they can’t...euwww!” Yoongi looked at him with wide eyes. “Why would you say something like that?” It made awfully sense. And although his brain was refusing to picture them together because of obvious reasons (Jungkook wasn’t really his favorite topic to think about right now and he would never be comfortable to picture Tae in anything nsfw related) it somehow felt... reasonable. Not to mention the fact that if Jungkook was in love with someone else it would mean that it wouldn’t be so awkward to confront him with their relationship.

“Of course, they can,” Jimin said, laughing at Yoongi’s over-exaggerating the fact that the two youngest of the group could have sex as well. “Taehyung loves Jungkook,” Jimin said and pulled Yoongi closer to him, “He always did. Didn’t you see that?” He hit himself on the forehead overdramatically right away, when he noticed his mistake. “Of course, you didn’t! How are you so blind to feelings? Love? Anything related to that in general?” Jimin sighed but had to laugh when he saw Yoongi’s pouting expression. “You, my dear, are completely dense when it comes down to spotting someone being in love,” Jimin poked Yoongi’s cheek playfully, “How did I even make you fall in love with me?”

Yoongi made a face at Jimin. “You didn’t. I fell all on my own. And by the way I know perfectly fine if someone is in love. I can see it every time you look at me. There!“ He looked over to Tae and Jungkook before speaking up again “In all honesty though, if the two are together and if you really are okay with Jungkook then…we could maybe invite them over sometime? See if we can still work as a group. If you want to?”

Now Jimin was the one with the confused expression. “Who are you and what did you do to my grumpy, overprotective boyfriend?” Jimin asked looking the older up and down, before embracing him in tight hug. “Let’s do that…but I’m not sure, yet if they are together…ehm…,” Jimin suddenly got a bit quiet, leaning back, “I kind of…just…ehm told Jungkook…I never really asked Taehyung…but it seemed like they were doing something, I guess? And it was too obvious that Tae was in love with him…but…maybe we should ask them first.”

Yoongi groaned. “I guess your softness must have fluffed the grumpiness out of me. Or maybe I just want to tend to your strive for harmony to make you happy. But if you continue to play cupid please do me a favor and warn me first okay? I don’t want to walk in on Jin and Namjoon kissing or something. Or them and Hoseok and...” He vehemently shook his head. “Nope, not going there. The only thing naughty I want to think about is what I want to do to you in celebration for my win at the race.” He made a motion for Jimin to come along. ”So... you coming or what?” Jimin bit his lip, not even trying to hide the blush on his cheeks when he took Yoongi’s hand. He would follow him anywhere.

The End.

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