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Jeon Jungkook, 20. Fresh-faced and eager Muscle. Strengths: ambition, determination, intellect, physical strength. Weaknesses: temper, temper.
Kim Namjoon, 25. Organized crime boss, club owner, and all-around good guy. Strengths: logic, compassion, business savvy, loyalty. Weaknesses: depressive with a bleeding heart.
Park Jimin, 23. Dancer, prostitute, right-hand man. Strengths: cunning, intuition, fearlessness, confidence. Weaknesses: Kim Namjoon, Jeon Jungkook.
The first thing Yoongi notices when he drifts awake is that everything smells like sugar cookies; jasmine and vanilla and dark woods and something like coriander, just on the edges. But that makes sense, that’s his Taehyung and his Jeongguk, all warm and soft and floral and sweet, all around every edge in their apartment until everything is safe to press against.
“If you’re a witch that works with plants, then why are all of yours dead? That can’t be good for business.”
The room dims again, and Jimin lifts a hand to flip off the ceiling. Taehyung knows he’s sad and that’s why the shop darkens and he shouldn’t find it funny—but he can’t help it. Because this is ridiculous. The good kind of ridiculous. The amazing kind.
Still. What does he have to lose? He’ll just tell them about his problem, like a proper dongsaeng to his hyungs, and maybe they’ll have a solution. And maybe that solution will be to have sex with him. Probably not. But maybe. So, he won’t just say ‘I want you to take my virginity’, he’ll just hope that they offer. He might also lose just a little bit of his dignity, but not much, because he’s sure they won’t make fun of him.
Namjoon chose a solo career and left Yoongi and Hoseok behind. Seven years later, after being outed by a Korean tabloid, he ends up on their couch in Queens, trying to face an uncertain future. And confront feelings that have persisted for nearly a decade.
“What’s the favor you wanted?” Namjoon asks.
“Right,” Hoseok says. “So, I drank a little bit yesterday, and I got this really good idea. And then I sobered up and the idea was still good, so… here I am.”
“What is it?” Yoongi asks.
Hoseok takes a deep breath, looks at Yoongi pointedly for a few seconds, “Let me suck your dick.”
“It's kind of fucked up that we feel like this, don't you think?” Yoongi asks. “Yeah.” Hoseok says, Jimin shrugs. “Maybe we should take this as a sign.” he says. “A sign for what?” Yoongi looks at the boy and his thumb is rubbing circles on the soft of Hoseok's stomach. “That maybe we should stick together.” Jimin whispers. Yoongi doesn't speak for a long time after that, eyes staring at the ceiling where the red lights keep flickering. “Yeah.” he finally murmurs, words almost getting lost in the echoes of the music “Yeah, we should.”
Namjoon, Hoseok and Yoongi all love each other.
Everyone knows that.
Except for them.
It's always the same after a steal. 1. Order pizza, 2. Argue over who gets the last slice, 3. Unload the paintings from the van and find them a new home resting against the peeling walls of their dilapidated Church, 4. Have some alone time, 5. Wait for Hoseok and Jeongguk to slink into Yoongi's room after the generator has killed all of the lights.
min yoongi and jung hoseok; president and vice president (respectively) of the student body, captains of the basketball and dance teams, resident social butterflies, homecoming kings two years in a row, disgustingly in love long-term boyfriends, and head over heels for the new junior class representative.
They looked at each other and in unison said, "Dibs."
In which Jeongguk loves easily, Yoongi loves quietly, and Namjoon is love embodied.
"on the count of three."
“hello,” taehyung breathes, and jeongguk leans forward, crossing his ankles, uncertain and hesitant but hopeful.
“joonie hyung,” and it’s so quiet, so soft. a little broken. “joonie hyung, hi, hello, how have you been, have you been well?”
three years, it’s been. three years of this quiet and this deafening noise and namjoon left alone, because he wanted to be alone, overwhelmed with all the love between taehyung and jeongguk and jeongguk and taehyung, the love that was his, too.
three years, namjoon remembers distantly. three years of this quiet.
carefully, he unwinds his scarf from around his neck; tucks into himself a little when he sits, warming his hands with the tea he’d ordered.
“hello,” he says quietly, unsure, but tired and wanting. “i - i’ve been well, i think.”
Jungkook just needed to find a place to live.
The moment Jimin saw Min Yoongi all those years ago, he knew he was in trouble. Seeing him now as a professor, with his thick-rimmed glasses and pressed suits, Jimin can feel himself slipping again. It’s a good thing he’s being distracted by his new friend Hoseok, the campus’ most infamous and straightest fuckboy, or he could really get himself into quite a mess.
Oh, wait.
He never saw it coming.
Yoongi comes to visit Taehyung and Jungkook’s home, and maybe, against all odds, finds himself a home as well.
Yoongi and Jungkook attend a Greek gods themed student party hosted by Taehyung. Which means both of Yoongi’s crushes will be there, and they’re going to be dressed in bedsheets. Several things go horribly wrong, but consequently even more things go right.
Hoseok hums, leans in to kiss underneath Namjoon’s ear. “No, we don’t need to. But we like to. And you like us to. So why argue semantics?”
may 22 2022 +