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Being friends with Taehyung meant falling in love with him, easily and slowly and all at once. It was Jimin kissing Yoongi’s neck and mouth and cheeks and saying, “I like him, I really like him, hyung.” It was Yoongi kissing Jimin back, thinking of Taehyung’s skin beneath the palm of his hands, and whispering, “me too, Jimin-ah."
or; Park Jimin is the love of his life. Over time, Yoongi thinks Kim Taehyung could be another.
Park Jimin is a rookie detective at the flashiest department in Seoul Metropolitan. When he's tasked to work with Min Yoongi - an apathetic, disgraced cop handling the ineffective cold case division - he doesn't expect the murder case they're working on to turn intensely personal.
For both of them.
Jungkook has troubles to sleep. Hoseok and Yoongi help in their own ways.
"on the count of three."
Yoongi nudges Jungkook’s thigh with his knee. “So, are we gonna raid the secondhand store by the coffee shop, then? I’m not gonna use my own sheets and I’m not going to pay full price for sheets that Namjoon is gonna spill red wine on anyway.”
Jungkook laughs. “Sure. Friday after class?”
“Yeah. Sounds like a plan.”
Neither of them is super-excited about the party, but they're both going to go and at least pretend to have a good time, because it’s important to Taehyung.
And apparently they’re going to be dressed in bedsheets. Wonderful.
- or: 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.
“He’s so good like this,” Hoseok says with a pleased little sigh. “He’s so good all the time, but he’s so good like this.”
Yoongi nods in agreement, looking over at Hoseok. “S’why we gotta take care of him.”
Namjoon feels faintly embarrassed at the way they’re talking, but not in an entirely unpleasant way. Still, he argues weakly, “You don’t need to take care of me.”
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?”
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.
“Jimin-ssi, it's very important that you cooperate with me, ok?”
“Ok.”
“Do you a know ‘Min Yoongi’?”
Jimin hesitates. Then, “Y-Yes.”
“Do you know a ‘Jung Hoseok’?”
Jimin nods, his jaw clenching shut as he tries to hold back the roiling nausea in his gut. The police officer just stares back at him, those careful eyes warning against deception.
He should’ve known better.
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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.
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College AU murder mystery with a dark twist
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.
(OR: Jeongguk's a graffiti artist that got roped into Hoseok and Yoongi's thieving lifestyle).
Namjoon, Hoseok and Yoongi all love each other.
Everyone knows that.
Except for them.
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.
Their duvet smells like them and their pillows smell like them and, when Yoongi is lucky and they get to lazily touch for hours and hours, then Yoongi smells like them too. It makes him hungry, the way they smell, every single part of him, hungry for sugar cookies and their sugar spun words and their soft sugar scrubbed lips against his skin.
//
or taegikook are in love.
He was the last person Namjoon expected to hear from - thought he was dreaming when he saw the email in his work inbox. It was short and simple, typical Hoseok. Just: We saw what happened. We’re so sorry. If you need get away for awhile, you’re always welcome to come stay with us - JH. He wonders now if Hoseok was surprised when he said yes. If Hoseok only extended the invitation because he didn’t think Namjoon would actually come.
(Or: 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.)
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.
Or, the tale of Jeongguk's virginity loss to Hoseok and Yoongi.
“He’s so good like this,” Hoseok says with a pleased little sigh. “He’s so good all the time, but he’s so good like this.”
Yoongi nods in agreement, looking over at Hoseok. “S’why we gotta take care of him.”
Namjoon feels faintly embarrassed at the way they’re talking, but not in an entirely unpleasant way. Still, he argues weakly, “You don’t need to take care of me.”
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?”
"It's Jimin I'm in love with, hyung," Taehyung says, pressing Yoongi a little harder against the wall. He drags his thumbs over his lip, slowly, measured, thinking he wants to have it swell under his own. "Don't misunderstand."
Min Yoongi was a man of habits. When he found something that suited him, he stuck to it. A brand of clothes, a position on the couch, a route to go to work, a takeaway at a restaurant nearby.
A mocha at a weird coffee shop.
Park Jimin is a rookie detective at the flashiest department in Seoul Metropolitan. When he's tasked to work with Min Yoongi - an apathetic, disgraced cop handling the ineffective cold case division - he doesn't expect the murder case they're working on to turn intensely personal.
For both of them.
It’s the kind of thing that happened slowly. Yoongi can’t put an exact moment on it, and he doesn’t know if Seokjin can either. Their friends always made fun of them because Seokjin was such a flirt, and because Yoongi didn’t really seem to mind.
It started as a joke with Hoseok, because everything starts as a joke with Hoseok, but then Yoongi saw their eyes lingering on each other, and found that he still didn’t mind much.
a married couple spots a twink they like.
Jungkook has troubles to sleep. Hoseok and Yoongi help in their own ways.
Quite the coincidence how Jimin and Hoseok show up out of the blue when Yoongi’s at the lowest point in his life.
He was the last person Namjoon expected to hear from - thought he was dreaming when he saw the email in his work inbox. It was short and simple, typical Hoseok. Just: We saw what happened. We’re so sorry. If you need get away for awhile, you’re always welcome to come stay with us - JH. He wonders now if Hoseok was surprised when he said yes. If Hoseok only extended the invitation because he didn’t think Namjoon would actually come.
(Or: 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.)
“It’s gonna turn spring when you decide for it to be spring… No darkness, no season can last forever. Not even this winter. You have to allow the sun to melt the ice … like it did back on the factory premises the day we met… remember?”
Jungkook goes to a 'Shy, Curious' night for a BDSM club, because he is shy and definitely curious. He meets Jimin and Yoongi, who might just want him as much as he wants them.
Jungkook just wants to kiss someone. He’s never done it before, but something inside him craves for the contact and that intimacy.
His hyungs eagerly offer their help.
“He was hot, wasn’t he?”
Jungkook glances up, eyes wide. “Who?” he asks, even though he knows exactly to whom Yoongi is referring.
“That Jimin guy,” Yoongi says. When Jungkook turns to him, pajama shirt clasped defensively over his mouth, Yoongi laughs.
“Maybe,” Jungkook mutters, voice muffled into the fabric of his own clothes. “Yes.”
yoongi hyung how could my time ever be wasted on you? the time that i spend with you could never be a waste jeongguk-ah answer me if you were dying, would you tell me not to visit you in the hospital because i can’t make your wounds heal?
jeongguk of course not
yoongi hyung then why is this any different? why is your mental pain any smaller when you’re hurting so much? is it a waste of time for me to hold your hand while you’re struggling to breathe?
(Or: Jeongguk knows a few things. One: He loves his hyungs. Two: Helping them relax helps him relax. Three: He likes the give of - dick, apparently, between his fingers. He likes squeezing it, sort of like a stress ball. It's comforting.
Jeongguk knows it's weird. He just realizes it a little too late.)
If at some point Jungkook had been given the choice whether or not to fall for Park Jimin, he would have chosen not to.
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