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Namjoon writes songs for an indie garage band of other music majors and falls a little in love with the lead singer who always has a lollipop in his mouth.
Kim Namjoon is a writer with particular habits. He takes the same train to work, monday to friday, and he always sits in the same place. He’s learned who gets off and where fairly well. His world is turned upside down one day when he finds someone else in his usual seat. It both upsets and intrigues him. He’s never seen this passenger before – and he thought he knew everyone's faces. So who is this boy? He decides, on a whim, to create his life story by simply observing him from afar.
Namjoon meets a cute study-abroad student in a tiny tourist town beneath the mountains.
There was a lot more to know about Jungkook in things that couldn't be cataloged. Namjoon tells himself that's why he keeps thinking about him. He's something to figure out. He's odd in a quiet, lovely way. He's hot as fuck. Namjoon is bored and a little lost in life right now, he could admit.
- come take it if you want a piece of me
Jimin forces Jungkook to make a Tinder, and there's no way that profile of Kim Namjoon is real.
Jeongguk is a single dad, and Namjoon is the prettiest person he's ever met.
Jungkook adores everything about Namjoon except that the man can't catch a clue.
The noise hits him in the chest, louder than the club had been, and he's breathless as he descends into the dark.
That's where he meets Monster.
erratic heartbeat? check. sweaty palms? check. that warm and fuzzy feeling in the pit of his stomach? fucking check. jeongguk closes his eyes and groans, desperately tries to keep that dimpled smile out of his damn mind. out of all the diseases he could've caught in the world, he just had to catch the worst of them all. great.
When Jeongguk is six, he meets Kim Namjoon. When Jeongguk is nineteen, he meets Kim Namjoon. Again.
“Put your hand on my waist,” Jeongguk says quietly.
“What?” Namjoon says even as he obeys. Jeongguk has his tuxedo jacket off now and his waist is small and tucked compared to the rest of his body.
“We’ve been looking moody over here,” Jeongguk says, leaning closer to him. He plants a gentle kiss on Namjoon’s cheek. It lingers, and things snap together in Namjoon’s mind: they’ve been looking moody over here, and they should not be looking moody at their own wedding.
Jeongguk is the delivery boy for Jimin and Seokjin's love letter shop. One day he accidentally reads a letter that takes his breath away and sits so heavy in his heart that he makes it his mission to find the person who wrote it.
"Know your space. Know your feet, if I move left, you must move with me. In ballrooms, where they've got the ladies on one side of the room and the fellas on the other too scared to gander, space is good, but not here it's not. Space suggests dissonance, a lack of unity." When Jungkook pulls him into his space, Namjoon squeaks, his feet struggling to catch him before he unceremoniously falls against Jungkook's chest.
Staring widely at the divot between his clavicles, Namjoon lifts his eyes to find Jungkook gazing down at him, a slanted, salacious smirk on his lips when he purrs, "Keep up, Joonbug."
He dries off his neck and chest; the guy shakes himself and looks back at Namjoon’s face, cheeks a little red.
“I’m Jeongguk,” he says anyway.
"Virgin skinny White Russian, please."
Namjoon is far from the most skilled bartender in town, and it's difficult to think when the customer is this hot, but he's pretty sure this guy just ordered milk.
jungkook knows for a fact that namjoon and he had similar upbringings, surrounded by mountains and forests waiting to be explored— but all of that was so long ago, that jungkook doesn’t know which pieces of the old namjoon still remain underneath his glamorous city boy exterior.
Jungkook and Namjoon meet at the weekly farmer's market where Namjoon sells honey that he makes himself, and Jungkook has a crush the size of Pangea and also cries about bees a few times because they're important, damn it.
Jeongguk is the delivery boy for Jimin and Seokjin's love letter shop. One day he accidentally reads a letter that takes his breath away and sits so heavy in his heart that he makes it his mission to find the person who wrote it.
Jimin forces Jungkook to make a Tinder, and there's no way that profile of Kim Namjoon is real.
Jeongguk may not know what cross country skiing is, but what he does know is that Namjoon Kim can get it.
the golden hour (sometimes referred to as the magic hour) is often defined as the first and last hour of sunlight in the day when the special quality of light yields particularly beautiful photographs.
(or: jungkook just graduated from high school and is scared of the future and namjoon is back from college for the summer)
Namjoon has a thing for this guy on Instagram, bbunjjkoo97, who posts pictures of his tattoos, but never his face. Jungkook is a rising baseball star with a bunch of secrets.
He dries off his neck and chest; the guy shakes himself and looks back at Namjoon’s face, cheeks a little red.
“I’m Jeongguk,” he says anyway.
Jungkook breaks into Namjoon's house and they fall in love.
Yesterday, Namjoon was an anxious single parent whose kid had just started preschool. Today, on top of all that, he’s got a crush on one of the school dads. As if life wasn’t already complicated enough.
Jeongguk lives a quiet and peaceful life as a farmer in the countryside until one day, Namjoon, a writer who wants to spend some time away from the city, moves into the house across the road and turns his life upside down.
may 22 2022 +