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This person is facing him with the widest grin Yoongi has ever seen, Daegu drawl as thick and apparent as it could get, nametag too small to read with the hearts beside his name bigger than the name itself and Yoongi can't help but stare because his heart, his heart.
So he does what a responsible adult, super hero, citizen, super hero, respectful human, super hero alike would absolutely not do. He adjusts his bag strap to stop it from slipping, and calmly walks away without saying a word, not turning back for even a second. (He sprints. Min Yoongi sprints out of the establishment.)
or
taegi spiderman au where yoongi is spiderman and he's got a big fat crush on campus sweetheart and local gingerbread latte specialist kim taehyung.
yoongi gets a new roommate
yoongi makes clothes. taehyung acts in films. they share an apartment and sleep very little.
they love in slow-motion.
Taehyung’s straightforward, he thinks. A 2 + 2 = 4 kind of guy. He’s just not always sure that his 2’s are other people’s 2’s. Sometimes it seems like they might be 3’s. Or 7’s. But Yoongi’s 2’s are the same 2’s, they’re just in italics, size 8 font, while Taehyung’s are in bold and size 72.
or,
People think Yoongi and Taehyung are dating. Taehyung wishes they were.
In which Yoongi is a gardener, Taehyung is a lil ghost, and there are bones and pianos and flower crowns.
3am and the stars were out
(4am and I met you)
//
or, taegi are in love. but like slowly. they're neighbors.
“what are you trying to find?”
taehyung smiles, bright and fake. “you know what, i don't know yet.”
There are two ways to get to the Afterworld.
The first and simplest is death, when a Keeper will come to guide your soul to the Afterworld. It is a journey that everyone eventually makes. It is also inherently permanent.
The other way, for those who wish to visit the Afterworld but not to remain there, lies inside a small, rundown house on the riverbank at the edge of town.
taehyung develops photographs at the mall, yoongi is an amateur photographer
Yoongi's familiars take good care of him, along with his human and mostly human friends. They recharge him right and cuddle him good and sometimes drag him home in a little wagon, Jeremiah sat on top his head as a lookout, Honey perched on his pulled up knees, batting at his earrings, nosing at his face, and Holly trotting along beside them, pink tongue lolling, exhorting the wagon to 'go a bit faster please, it’s just that he’ll feel better once he’s in the bath, you see, and then tucked safe into his bed' and the wagon, grumbling, pretending it doesn’t care, making sure to go careful down the hill, avoid stones and twigs so Yoongi doesn’t get jostled.
//
or taegi are witches. and in love.
Yoongi sees ghosts. Taehyung collects them.
One day, gravity goes out, and Yoongi accidentally flies off his balcony.
Luckily, Taehyung's there to catch him.
Yoongi swallows and flips his hair out of his eyes. “I’ve had worse.” It’s a hollow phrase, worn around the edges, but it’s an easy crutch.
Easier than any of the alternatives at least; certainly easier than the thoughts that have been circling his mind like vultures. Yoongi’s gaze slides over to where a thin wisp of smoke escapes Taehyung’s mouth, and he doesn’t think about Taehyung’s lips. He doesn’t. Except for he does. He thinks about them a lot.
“Is there a problem here?” Yoongi asks, trying to force his voice to sound calm while he flashes a smile that’s probably cheeky enough to evoke outrage.
Sleazebag takes a threatening step toward him. “Get lost. This is none of your business.”
“I happened to overhear you guys.” From the corner of his eye, Yoongi sees Silk Blouse inching behind him, and he automatically takes a step to the side to place himself between the two of them. Huh. Yoongi wasn’t aware he had a savior complex, but okay. “Maybe it is none of my business, but I kind of got the idea that pretty boy over here doesn’t want to spend any more time with you.”
- or: Taehyung is a high-class escort whose looks occasionally attract customers of the wrong kind. Yoongi is a drifter with a debt to pay. This is how their worlds collide.
Alternatively titled "Blanket Forts: A Love Story in Two Parts".
Min Yoongi is an art director with zero tolerance for bullshit, looking for ultimate perfection in everything he creates. Kim Taehyung is the co-owner of a vintage fashion boutique who talks to clothes and learns magic from Tumblr.
It’s a match made in the depths of hell.
[“Taehyung-ah,” Seokjin says, wily and soft, “You’re not scared of meeting Yoongi, are you?” Taehyung knows this is bait. Seokjin knows this is bait. Even Yeontan, running circles around Taehyung now, knows this is bait. His angry brows are very expressive, and right now they’re saying 'don’t take the bait, don’t be a stupid fish.' Taehyung's a stupid fish.]
Disaster witch Kim Taehyung meets perfect senior Min Yoongi in the poison greenhouses of witch school. Years later, Taehyung owns a clinic that fixes hearts, Yoongi has a celebrated apothecary, and they (don't) get along.
Harry Potter-ish, but not in that universe.
“Are you going to kiss me,” Yoongi said in a low, dangerous voice, “or what?”
“Hi,” Taehyung says when he appears behind Yoongi in the cafeteria line, his scent hitting Yoongi like a brick in the face. He smells sweet and spicy, and his voice is low and husky, and his grin wide and friendly. God, he’s infuriating.
“Mmh,” Yoongi mutters back, trying to discreetly bury his nose in his sleeve. It’s not that Taehyung smells bad—not at all—but something about him just makes Yoongi want to run like his life depends on it. The annoying thing about it is that his body and mind are at odds about the direction he should run in—one seems to think he should run toward Taehyung while the other tells him to run away as fast as he can.
- or: Yoongi refuses to let his instincts guide his life. Then Taehyung happens.
A werewolf who's also a hitman and a werewolf hunter who's also a target are arguably the worst two people to get snowed in together.
But of course, whatever can go wrong will go wrong (or right).
unknown [09:04] you’re an asshole you’re also really bad at giving head i pity whoever has to suffer through that the next time you fuck and run maybe you’ll choke on their cock and die then everyone wins
taehyung [09:09] wow that was Incredible is it bad that im lowkey turned on??
or the one where yoongi texts the wrong number and taehyung is endeared.
runaway (with me)
mar 29 2021 +