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There are a lot of things that Jungkook expected from his junior year of college. General stress. Student debt.
He did not expect to be hit by a car.
It’s going well.
“i’m not your servant!” “you are on my ship now, and anyone on my ship does what i say,” snaps yoongi, and when he takes a step closer to jeongguk, jeongguk realizes that he’s actually taller than yoongi.
“Are you flirting with me, hyung?”
“Yeah.” Yoongi rasps.
Jeongguk hums. “Oh good.” He says, disastrously soft and pretty, “oh good, I was hoping you were.”
yoongi and jeongguk fall in love and then some.
“It’s the oldest story in the world. One day you’re seventeen and planning for someday. And then, quietly, and without you ever really noticing, someday is today. And then someday is yesterday. And this is your life.”
the one where Yoongi is a public defender with something to prove and Jeongguk is an over-achieving corporate lawyer. They both work too much and don’t really get along, until they do.
“i’m doing a social experiment and writing about it,” taehyung says easily. “i decided to handcuff two people together for twenty-four hours and have them report back to me on the experience. you guys are an ideal pair for this, really, because of your contradictory lifestyles. kookie goes to the gym every day, yoongi hasn’t seen the sun in what, four years -“
“jungkook has a semi-healthy sleep schedule, and yoongi texted me at two a.m. asking if i want to grab dinner,” namjoon supplies.
“i am the pinnacle of health,” yoongi snaps. the handcuffs clink as jungkook lifts their arms.
“so you just. handcuffed us together while we were sleeping?"
“you let us think that you didn’t know each other this whole time?” asks hoseok, along with a chorus of the others—questions, demands, and jeongguk is drunk, and yoongi doesn’t know what to do about that, doesn’t know how to fix it as the others press in, demanding to know the truth, and jeongguk—
“yoonie-hyung,” hiccups jeongguk, “has had his whooole fist up my asshole.”
the room goes deadly silent.
“stop laughing at me,” yoongi says finally, sending a glare to jeongguk, who only laughs harder. “it’s—stop it! it’s weird, i don’t like it. it’s so small, how do i know it won’t just like, take a shit in my hand? or try to eat my finger?”
the students of hogwarts have gotten sick of professor jeon and professor min dancing around each other. so they decide to do something about it.
Yoongi goes to Hogwarts, and meets Jeongguk, and grows up.
do you adore me as much as i adore you?
(to the stars) the moon pleaded: stay. or: with shortness of breath, i'll explain the infinite.
"i'm your friendly neighborhood spider-man," the sentence sounds absolutely ludicrous when the boy says it, with awkward enthusiasm. he's definitely young, yoongi can tell. spider-man(boy) holds the ladder, and it stops creaking altogether. "it's my duty to help, ahjussi."
lonely lonely lonely whale. or: all your stars are my stars too.
In sleep, Yoongi looks incredibly delicate and unbearably soft, so small that Jeongguk could tuck the older man in his pocket and carry him everywhere, safe and warm and cared for.
"yours is special, jeonggukkie," she says. "it's special, because the last thing your soulmate will ever tell you is that they love you."
the truth of it all is that yoongi is inexplicably lonely.
Jeongguk is a sunflower and Yoongi is his sun. It takes a long time for him to understand what that means.
jungkook falls in love, and it hurts.
a bruising soulmate au where yoongi doesn't know how to love and jungkook's very willing to change that.
“hey, hyung,” jungkook says in a tiny voice into his ear, “how are you? it’s been a minute.”
“it has, hasn’t it.” it’s been two years, which is not hard to believe, because holy fuck— “you got, um. tall.”
that’s not really it. jungkook was already taller than yoongi two years ago. and it’s not a drastic change by any means. it’s just that everything about him is… more. yoongi refuses to think of other words for it.
Yoongi is a lucid dreamer. He brings the world to a boy who's trapped inside a dream.
yoongi has a new place and jungkook makes it much more special.
neon lights and pulsing beats, and a single star in a sea of dark.
that's how yoongi will later say it started; with hues of blue and purple and pink and red, and one radiant star. and then many stars, and then heat, and then the morning sun. it'll be sappy, and he'll only tell the story once, but it'll be too late either way.
yoongi falls at—
Yoongi is thirty years old and alone. He's got a watered-down version of his dream job (working for a small-town paper writing fluff pieces and ghostwriting the advice column), an older sister who won't stop trying to set him up with every girl she knows, and today is his parents' fortieth anniversary.
Maybe if he was happier he wouldn't have pretended to be someone else's blind date in the middle of the train station.
Jeongguk smells like soap and linens and, very faintly, sweet peas. Just underneath it all, just there, where if Yoongi's not careful he'll miss it. Jeongguk reminds Yoongi of chamomile tea and sweaters right out of the dryer and the first spring morning when there's no frost, only dew. Gentle. There's this gentle strength all around Jeongguk. He lingers when he leaves, sweet peas and rhubarb on the edges of the air in Yoongi's apartment; his touch dried flower soft on the bones of Yoongi's wrist, the jut of his elbow, the nape of his neck.
yoongi didn’t need to break his heart; jungkook did it all on his own.
when Min Yoongi shows shy, fragile Jungkook that there is still beauty to this cruel place called life.
jungkook is a lost boy and he finds six other lost boys and falls in love with one of them.
on sundays, jungkook listens to a strange little radio show while painting and may or may not be slightly in love with a voice.
on sundays, yoongi and taehyung host a strange little radio show out of the back of their van while fighting about things like maps and portable coffee makers and yoongi has no idea whether his voice is reaching anyone
until they get lost in busan.
jeongguk denies he's gay and yoongi's kinda, lowkey, very, much (+hoseok) dumb. but jeongguk likes him anyways
Yoongi is a humanoid alien from Jupiter’s smallest moon and Jungkook is a mute maintenance worker with a fascination for things different from him.
they often leave out what was of narcissus before the lake and the water and the falling in.
when jeongguk finally gets his chance to sail the cosmos, it’s onboard the ship of an aggravating man named min yoongi. he thinks it’ll be extraordinarily dull—but the universe, and the legend of treasure planet, have other plans.
Min Yoongi takes in a stray cat. Jeon Jeongguk lives next door.
what not to do when you find yourself falling for the guy you almost slept with but then didn’t because he turned out to be your friends’ roommate: a guide by min yoongi.
A stranger argues with him over cat ratings on his own damn blog, and Yoongi wasn't expecting it to be the start of a friendship, but here they are.
it's the present, and the present, as presents often go, is made of facts, and it is very much a fact that min yoongi's heart feels undeniably, inexorably, irrevocably, completely lovesick.
22:39; I see the way you look at me, hyung.
Yoongi's world stands still, and in that moment, he wants nothing more than to wring Jimin's neck. It's Jeongguk, it has to be Jeongguk, who else would it be? Yoongi knows many dancers--unfortunately Jimin's one of them--but there's only one that he's on close terms with, and whose number he doesn't have.
Jeongguk. It's Jeongguk. It's fucking Jeongguk.
when you’re a freshman, you learn a few things during the first couple of weeks, things that aren’t written down anywhere:
- you don’t pick more than one eight a.m. class per semester because you won’t be able to get up
- you don’t leave your laundry in the dryer overnight because it will get stolen
- you don’t get involved with min yoongi.
- you're my jam
(Sope are coworkers at a vague company. Jungkook is Yoongi’s cute neighbor who never takes the elevator.
"songs of the night." he swallows for romance as it dared to fall from his mouth and onto the floor.
My friend (24m) is very pretty and sometimes I (20m) think about kissing him. What do
He deletes the what do bit, and then feels very proud of himself as he hits submit.
He dreams: fire engulfing a hotel room with Yoongi standing in the middle of it, eyes closed. And he wakes shaking, gasping, with the burn of smoke coating his mouth and a deep, chilling dread coiled in his gut.
On the nightstand, his phone rings. It's a hospital, somewhere in Seoul. It's Yoongi.
“What did you say your name was?” says Yoongi, after an eternity of awkward silence.
“Jeongguk,” says Jeongguk. “Um. My name is Jeon Jeongguk. I’m a freshman.”
“Oh,” says Yoongi. “Fucking hell.”
“i loved you, too,” he says, but it’s not true. he did a lot of things, but he never lied to jungkook. so he corrects: “i love you, still.”
he meets yoongi’s eyes for a moment before pulling his shirt a bit down, leaving the crook of his neck exposed, the patch of skin possibly flushed.
jeongguk breathes in, and then out. yoongi thinks that perhaps his words are finally getting through to him, that his attempts to convince jeongguk to give this just one more try are actually working. and then jeongguk slowly extracts his hand from yoongi’s, hunching into himself when he whispers, “that’s just it, hyung. you don’t make me happy anymore.”
yoongi lights a match, jungkook blows it out.
[google search>what to do when you're in love with an android]
wear your heart on your sleeve
a classic idiom, first appeared in shakespeare’s "othello"
def. 1: to be open about one’s emotions. def. 2: to be vulnerable because of one’s emotions. def. 3 (via min yoongi): to royally fuck yourself over.
“Finished,” Jeongguk grins, a shy, tiny thing. “Tell me if you want anything fixed, we still have a few minutes left.”
Yoongi hums, studying himself in the mirror with careful eyes before turning around, a smile already curling half his mouth. “You made me look kind of pretty, Jeongguk-ssi,” and then his grin is suddenly blooming, all of his edges worn smooth. “Thank you.”
And Jeongguk wants to tell him he looked pretty before - wants to tell Yoongi that his eyes are lovely, the shape of his mouth even lovelier, all of his features delicate and soft and sort of sweet.
“You were already kind of pretty, hyung,” Jeongguk says quietly, pulling his jacket tight around him before ducking his head, embarrassed.
jeon jeongguk falls in love with a stranger he passes on the street and hurts over it every single day.
“i’ll kill you, jeongguk, if you decide to stay. when you ask me to, i’ll do it. don’t think i won’t.”
yoongi doesn’t look at the younger when he says this.
“i’ve killed hundreds of people who come in here. you think you're any different? i’ve lived here for centuries, don’t say you want to stay. we'll get tired of each other. i'll get bored of you. i’ll kill you.”
sunset is bleeding into the sky in a thousand shades of red and yellow when min yoongi pushes jeon jungkook against the door to his room in the shittiest inn in the city, pistol firmly pressed against his lower back. jungkook doesn’t struggle — just screws his eyes shut and tries to hold in his breath as if he’s been waiting for that, been counting the days before someone finally put a bullet through him.
yoongi is interested.
jungkook is more than a star - he’s a black hole, and yoongi has no gravity.
jeongguk's an abstract artist. yoongi's a black and white photographer. yoongi doesn't love him, just the way he looks under the light.
jeongguk smiles back / slows / heart thrumming rain against ribcage / feels something bloom.
The guy was tiny, grumpy and hot, carrying an attitude like he was eight feet tall. Jungkook wanted, with a sudden furious fervor, to be pinned down and taken apart. By him.
Jungkook didn't know much, but at least he could now confirm beyond a shadow of a doubt that he was not heterosexual.
Now what?
“I need dad friends, Joon. That’s all.”
“But is he handsome?”
“Well,” Yoongi blushes, “Yes. But that’s not the point.”
“But is he cute?”
“Well, yes.”
“Double threat,” Namjoon smirks. “Is he hot?”
“You know not every new relationship I have has to be for the purpose of romance right?” Yoongi argues.
Namjoon ignores him, “So he is hot. A triple threat. You don’t stand a chance, hyung.”
“Shut up, Joon.
Min Yoongi is the student TA for Digital Mix Techniques 201, aka Jeongguk's eight a.m. this semester, aka his thrice-weekly reminder that he is, in fact, gay.
That's how it starts.
may 22 2022 +