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Yoongi doesn’t talk much, but he listens. Listens to how Jeongguk rambles over his song, words tripping over themselves to build a clumsy description of what he wants it to be, how he wants it to sound like, who he wants it to reach.
His eyes are sharp, attentive, and for once Jeongguk doesn’t shrink under his gaze一revels in it, actually. It makes him feel like he’s worth this much, at least, worth listening to when his manager turns away and the producers laugh behind their hands. Makes him feel like he’s worth more than just this一a lonely singer performing through other peoples’ words and other peoples’ melodies and trying to make them his own when he knows they never will be.
“Thank you,” Jeongguk says, when he’s done, and Yoongi raises an eyebrow in vague curiosity.
“I didn’t do anything.” he says, simply.
“No,” Jeongguk smiles, such a small curve that aches to say so much more, “but you listened.”
“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.
(or: no one knows that yoongi and jeongguk are secretly sleeping together, and they plan on keeping it that way. so they pretend to be exes instead.)
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.
do you adore me as much as i adore 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.
“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.”
"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."
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.
Not that Jeongguk has thought about doing that or anything. It’s just, you know, occurred to him.
Once or twice.
A day.
For about two years.
Give or take.
It’s not a big deal.
Ok, it sort of is.
yoongi holds the dragon at arm’s length, staring at it like he’s never seen a dragon in his entire life, and jeongguk giggles again, muffling it with a hand over his mouth because it shouldn’t be funny, but it is.
min yoongi, the fearless dragon rider, winner of several championships and owner of the ferocious grimfang—terrified of a dragon that fits in his hand and can’t do anything but make a few noises. yoongi has plenty of scars himself from training accidents, crashes, run ins with dragons that don’t like him. but he can’t hold a baby.
“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?”
(or: yoongi is a dragon rider and jeongguk is the tamer who raises his dragon’s babies. something else is born along the way.)
“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.”
Jeongguk is a sunflower and Yoongi is his sun. It takes a long time for him to understand what that means.
Alternatively, Yoongi saves Jeongguk from a playground bully and the rest is history.
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.
Yoongi sees Hoseok’s hand reach out, get close, almost touch Jimin, before he remembers what happens if they touch. Hoseok’s smile dims, just a little bit, like the sun has dipped behind a cloud for just a moment, and he pulls his hand back. Yoongi can see a firm set in his lip, a determination to not hurt Jimin.
And for as much as Yoongi has been feeling a little bit braver recently, he looks at that and realizes that soulmates still terrify him. It’s a different sort of getting hurt than what he has experienced before. With soulmates, it’s not intentional. You can love each other purely, perfectly, and it still doesn’t change the fact that one of you is going to hurt the other every time you touch.
Yoongi is afraid of getting hurt again, more, worse than he already is. That’s a part of it, yes.
But more than that. Yoongi is much more afraid of having the power to hurt someone else.
(soulmate au: every time you and your soulmate make skin-on-skin contact, one of you leaves bruises on the other)
"yours is special, jungkookie," she says. "it's special, because the last thing your soulmate will ever tell you is that they love you."
and yoongi, jeongguk pushes him down the length of the not-swimming-pool in a trolley—abandoned, like most things. yoongi’s light, and as jeongguk runs him down, feels every bump and fissure beneath his boots, he wonders what it’s like to fly.
yoongi’s laughing, a bright sound that jeongguk promises himself not to forget. they’re getting close to the end now, and jeongguk’s running fast, faster before he has to slow down. his heart beats butterfly wings against his chest, and yoongi turns, looks at him—
(the car window—remember it)
—smiles. a pocket of happiness.
jeongguk smiles back / slows / heart thrumming rain against ribcage / feels something bloom.
jeon jeongguk falls in love with a stranger he passes on the street and hurts over it every single day.
"excuse me," jungkook clears his throat, somewhat immediately uncomfortable as soon as eyes meet his. they're gray and pretty in a way that makes people wonder things. he coughs. "— did you call the police?"
or; jungkook falls in love, and it hurts.
Yoongi is a lucid dreamer. He brings the world to a boy who's trapped inside a dream.
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.
jungkook is more than a star - he’s a black hole, and yoongi has no gravity.
“So you two are kind of fated to either get together or kill each other, right?”
or
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.
they often leave out what was of narcissus before the lake and the water and the falling in.
(you show me i have reasons i should...)
[google search>what to do when you're in love with an android]
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.”
(or: jeongguk burns yoongi. yoongi just—burns.)
“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.
(Alternatively: Yoongi is an idol and Jeongguk is his makeup artist)
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.
“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.”
and yoongi, jeongguk pushes him down the length of the not-swimming-pool in a trolley—abandoned, like most things. yoongi’s light, and as jeongguk runs him down, feels every bump and fissure beneath his boots, he wonders what it’s like to fly.
yoongi’s laughing, a bright sound that jeongguk promises himself not to forget. they’re getting close to the end now, and jeongguk’s running fast, faster before he has to slow down. his heart beats butterfly wings against his chest, and yoongi turns, looks at him—
(the car window—remember it)
—smiles. a pocket of happiness.
jeongguk smiles back / slows / heart thrumming rain against ribcage / feels something bloom.
Maybe that’s what love could be, Jungkook thinks. Stars.
or, alternatively: 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.
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.
(Or: Namjoon, Hoseok, and Yoongi run a travel blog, Yoongi's been running for three years, and Jungkook is lonely in Seoul.)
Get up, work, sleep - rinse and repeat - Yoongi sticks with the formula for three years. He hates his job and avoids people, but he loves his cat. Then he gets to know Jungkook.
(Sope are coworkers at a vague company. Jungkook is Yoongi’s cute neighbor who never takes the elevator.)
yoongi is not sure when having jungkook turn up at his door bloody and bruised became normal.
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.
The first storm of summer comes early, and brings Yoongi with it.
yoongi and jungkook, a hotel room in hong kong, and there was only one bed. that’s how it started, and then, from there—
(wide awake: a continuation.)
“what am i supposed to do about this,” yoongi said blankly, “call the ghostbusters?”
“you don’t have to do anything,” jungkook said, “except maybe stop walking the bedroom-bathroom distance naked, because i’m like, seeing everything, y’know, and i just told you we should take it slow, right?”
--
in which it takes yoongi a month to realize his place is haunted, jungkook is bad at being a ghost, and namjoon and jimin are probably the only contacts in yoongi’s phone.
jeongguk wants to make every room he enters glow. he thinks jimin and taehyung's daughter is a demon child. yoongi carries with him the vastness of the sea.
(a story about light and openings.)
The day Jungkook lands in his pond, Yoongi is up a tree trying to persuade the owl there that he does live in the cottage, and no it’s not free to rent, and no he won’t accept acorn husks in payment. Every time he tries to say this, the owl pecks at his wrist and squawks premium interest! premium interest! And Yoongi is losing his sanity.
- **
or, Jungkook is a eager witch just starting off on the job, and Yoongi is the lonely witch of the woods he befriends. (And more.)
pop quiz: they say you should never live with your best friend because you will a) hate them b) fall in love with them c) hate yourself for falling in love with them.
or: yoongi gets stabbed with a screwdriver, falls in love, and fake dates his best friend.
Because all Jungkook needs is the black, bitter liquid burning so familiarly down his throat and the comfort that lingers between the lines of a 50s jazz song, playing in the background.
But what if Min Yoongi's kisses burn just a little bit more against his lips than the coffee does? And what if Min Yoongi's voice is just a little bit more soothing than Ella Fitzgerald's?
or; when Min Yoongi shows shy, fragile Jungkook that there is still beauty to this cruel place called life.
“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.”
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.
yoonkook au where a drunk jungkook meets a girl at a party who gives him a fake number to get rid of him.
It would be so easy. There’s no rails to stop him, and ledge itself goes barely up to waist-height. That’s not very safe, he thinks. Maybe they’d change that, after. He closes his eyes and puts a hand on the ledge. After he ju- “The fuck are you doing?” Jungkook nearly has a heart attack.
Or: Jungkook goes to the rooftop to die. He meets a boy instead.
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