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“which museum do you work for?”
“not the MET, do not tell him the MET--” it’s taehyung this time.
“i work at the MET,” jungkook supplies. he hears the groans of his team members over the com.
(jungkook is a world class thief but seokjin manages to steal his heart.)
"good afternoon," jeongguk says. "do you have a few moments to listen to the word of god?"
the young man in front of him crosses his arms, tilts his head in thought. "depends...what's he saying these days?"
(jeongguk spends the final days before the rapture trying to turn lost souls to the word of god and comes across seokjin who challenges all of his beliefs).
in the artsy side of spain, everything exists and everything is possible. you can own a penthouse suite overlooking uptown barcelona as the chandeliers glisten with your name, or you can own nothing as a student on a scholarship trying to make ends meet. either way, seokjin and jeongguk are thankful that things were the way they were.
it's a great story to tell, they both think.
“i’ll have you.” seokjin smiles. he kisses jeongguk’s cupid’s bow. “i’ll have you — and i’ll have your love. and perhaps nothing else will matter.”
“of course it matters," jeongguk argues. "this is barcelona.”
"exactly," seokjin laughs. “it’s barcelona.”
when jungkook first met seokjin, they had to drive ten hours together, in a honda civic, with a dented passenger side door and a broken air conditioner, from southern california all the way up to the bay.
after spending too much time in a too small space, jungkook thought he would never see seokjin again. but fate had other plans.
in which jeon jungkook passionately insists that he is straight but ends up with a boyfriend.
there are two sides to jungkook seokjin gets to see. one on the verge of death- bright-eyed and pale, strapped to a gurney more often than not. the other one- happy, flushed, and twisting in seokjin's sheets. he's more than a little addicted to both.
alternatively - doctor kim seokjin patches up SWAT team's #1 ace and rookie officer, jeon jungkook.
seokjin really doesn't like his neighbor. in fact, he's pretty sure he hates him.
at twenty-two years old, things are going pretty well for jeon jungkook: he has a brand new government-issued superhero license, a nationally-aired talk-show interview in a week, and the support of his friends and family behind him. everything seems to be going according to plan.
until he runs into a masked vigilante on his first patrol who fucks it all up.
jungkook expected the bakery worker to recoil when he saw his tattoos. he was prepared for a frown or judgmental glare.
instead the man's polite smile drifted into more of a smirk and jungkook really had no idea what to do with that.
"my name's jungkook,"
"...what?"
seokjin just started his lunch break and the way-too-eager teenager walks into the ice ceam parlour again. it's been five days since their last encounter and he dreads that the intervals between visits will shorten.
"i'm jungkook," he repeats, eyes wide and hopeful.
oh, no flirtatious advances today.
quite unsual to say the least.
or
the three times hong's ice cream employee seokjin attempts using crappy ice cream flavours to reject a flirty jungkook.
jeongguk's always been too riled up after a mission ends, and seokjin never helps with that.
the one fucking time jeongguk lets his guard down.
seokjin does his part as a superhero: he saves people, and works as a hostage negotiator and a first line of defense alongside police and emergency services. being a mind reader, that's all easy.
but, being an acclaimed hero for years doesn't prepare him for rookie hero jeongguk and his enormous crush - or the tragedies in seokjin's past that are resurfacing. with jeongguk's help, he might finally be able to face his past and solve the mystery that's haunted him since the breakup of his own hero group.
(and he might just fall in love along the way.)
seokjin's always been a skeptic, and that's about three-quarters of the problem about wandering around post-apocalyptic china, trying to keep himself and his best friend's brother alive long enough to bring justice to them all.
"you could try for a little hope." yoongi said, with a slight shrug, and the words sounded like they had come straight from namjoon's mouth. seokjin knew yoongi, he was as pragmatic as seokjin was, it was why they had always been together and always been friends.
seokjin turned around, feeling the tears dry on his face from the gentle sea breeze, and snorted, softly. "what's hope, yoongi-yah?"
"your lifeline." yoongi murmured, and seokjin quieted. that was all yoongi, down to the way his upper lip curled upwards and the way his fingers around seokjin's waist pressed inwards, gently.
“what were you doing?” jeongguk asks, sitting down in the chair next to seokjin’s.
“i would tell you that i was keeping a lookout for people drowning, but i was watching ‘top 5 fight scenes in digimon adventures’ on youtube.”
(or: jeongguk curses his competitive nature, makes a bet with taehyung and becomes a lifeguard to win seokjin's affection.)
“i don’t think i can ever forget you, hyung,” jeongguk beams, swinging their interlocked hands back and forth. “you’re too beautiful to be forgotten.”
the simplicity of jeongguk’s expression glares at seokjin’s fear of commitment until it runs and hides. after a heartbeat, seokjin is surprised to hear himself saying, “i don’t think i can ever forget you, too.”