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("the dreams, you continue to describe as, are vivid? lucid?"
taehyung nods. "they're not dreams i'm dreaming. they're memories.")
jimin and tae meet (while tae is abroad in nyc, even tho jimin is still in seoul, thru the magic of the internet and also jeongguk) and fall in every single kind of love there is and then they fall even more in love when tae gets back home and work through some miscommunications and feelings and doubts and end up happy happy happy
taehyung is an agriculture laborer from district 11 who volunteers to save his younger brother. jimin is a ruthless, deadly career tribute from district 2.
welcome to the 74th annual hunger games.
kim taehyung, a kitchen boy, sneaks into a royal masquerade. park jimin is the prince he never expected.
“You’ve only got three bullets left, agent.” Taehyung squares his shoulders and poises his foot dangerously close to the pedal. “Make them count.”
“You’ve only got three bullets left, agent.” Taehyung squares his shoulders and poises his foot dangerously close to the pedal. “Make them count.”
The school starts to take notice of Jimin. Taehyung has always noticed.
“Kim Taehyung, let’s go on an adventure.”
A moment of consideration, then recognition, and a wondrously slow smile spreads across his face. “Do you mean it?”
Jimin nods and Taehyung sways into him, knocking their foreheads together. “You sure? Don’t say things you can’t take back, Jiminie."
Jimin swallows, bites his lip, and stares at the mole on the tip of Taehyung’s nose when he says, “I wouldn’t have said it if I hadn’t meant it.”
That's the nature of one-sided confessions. Things change.
"He doesn't seem okay," Jimin notes, several long gracefully curling strands falling forward as he cranes his head in front of Taehyung's face to get a better look.
"He's fine. He's just a little shaken by your dick," Jin tells him without an ounce of shame, and Taehyung has the presence of mind to cut his eyes sharply in his direction.
"Ahhhh," Jimin hums appreciatively, turning back to Taehyung and fluttering his long lashes. "Well that's okay, honey. Lots of people are shaken by my dick. Granted, it's usually inside of them at the time."
Taehyung is a successful model looking for a discreet release. Jimin is a professional dom who won’t judge his browsing history.
Camboy Jimin’s usual playmate cancels on him for an upcoming livestream. Roommate Taehyung volunteers as tribute.
Taehyung doesn't know the proper etiquette for meeting your roommate's friend with benefits, but it probably doesn't include falling in love with him.
“I’m serious,” he whispers before slipping into slumber. “You have to do whatever I want. No ifs or buts about it.”
It's Jimin's birthday and Taehyung has to do whatever he wants. (Or where Jimin doesn't know what he wants, is what Taehyung wants too.
"You know that thing that people do in movies, where they’re trying to get over someone so they completely cut them out of their life, and it’s really sad and they cry a lot and then it’s fine? I’m in the process of that.”
With a bounty on their heads and an emperor out for blood, Taehyung and Jimin's only choice is to travel deep space with both eyes open. Easy enough, if only their eyes didn’t so often fall on each other.
On the first day of senior year, Jimin opens his locker to find a note and a mixtape titled: "the end of summer."
“I like getting fucked,” Jimin said. “I like getting fucked good.”
Taehyung blinked, eyes glittering through long, dark eyelashes before he swung the bass over the chair arm, resting it against its back. “You know something, flower? You gotta be good to get fucked good.”
"being with you reminds me of what i was like before i wanted killed myself."
"what were you like?"
"i was happy."
Jimin’s routine after a breakup is as follows: go to the bar, drink until his heart is numb, then take someone home. No feelings, no strings. This time around, the night ends with him drunkenly volunteering to model for a (gorgeous) photographer passing through Seoul.
The last thing Jimin expects is to care if Taehyung stays or goes—much less to fall in love.
The rational part of Jimin's brain screams at him to remember what his mother said about strangers and vans. But the rational part of his brain is no match for really bad whiskey and Kim Taehyung.
"you broke up with me," taehyung gets the sentence out with much trepidation and struggle. his voice comes out like broken glass on concrete. "and i accepted it but i never...you never really told me why."
jimin opens his mouth to speak. then closes it again to reconsider whatever it was he was about to say. taehyung interrupts before he can start:
"admittedly, though, that doesn't bother me. i guess i just kind of hated that i didn't fight for you."
may 22 2022 +