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!! only completed works bc i can't be sure of the 'in-progress' ones !!
he means well. this is what jungkook tells himself when taehyung shoves a sheet of paper in his face at eight in the morning when he’s mechanically shoveling cereal into his mouth at the kitchen table in sort of a dissociative state. TAEHYUNG’S MATCHMAKING SERVICES, it reads at the top in taehyung’s glaring handwriting. jungkook doesn’t even want to read the rest of it.
or: taehyung makes a business out of matchmaking. yoongi smiles at jungkook at a coffee shop and it's really a downwards spiral from there on. both jungkook and yoongi probably need new roommates.
babysitting a field operative who probably has the shittiest measure of danger is definitely not a part of yoongi's job description. but that's what he still ends up doing half the time, anyway.
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.
It’s Namjoon who suggests that he makes a Tinder account.
“No.” He glares at Namjoon across the table. If this is because of the Christmas party, Yoongi is going to murder him with his own tiny hands.
or,
Yoongi tries to have casual sex on Tinder, and then he meets Jeongguk.
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.
Jungkook is hungry- so, so hungry, and Yoongi smells utterly sweet.
(tokyo ghoul!au in which yoongi is seoul's #1 ghoul hunter and jungkook is his half-ghoul secret stashed away in the basement)
Jungkook's eyebrows furrow in concentration and the rapper thinks it's darling how focused he is, how determined he is to break him. He can pass it off as a mixture of teenage rebellion and some kind of maknae complex that all the youngers seem to have- wanting to push their hyungs until they got pushed back. It was fun most days, but sometimes they could push their bounds too far, overstepping them by miles and having to backtrack before they got into too much trouble. The youngest, however, usually managed to escape the wrath of his hyungs no matter how far he stepped. There was something in that cheeky grin and the challenging glint in his eyes that begged push me back- push me harder instead of any form of apology or humility.
“No way.” Jeongguk says, breath ghosting across Yoongi’s cheeks. “Holy shit, I love you.”
Yoongi freezes, and then shifts, pulls back.
“You don’t know me.” He looks anywhere but Jeongguk. “I’m very unlovable.” He laughs, so it sounds like a joke.
Jeongguk doesn’t laugh. He blinks slowly at Yoongi, eyes round and big, lashes catching, like a sleepy owl from a storybook. It’s fucking enchanting. Yoongi looks away again.
“No, I’m a very good judge of character.” Jeongguk says. “I love you.” He repeats.
(Yoongi meets Jeongguk in the fall, when everything outside is starting to die, and they fall in that good, slow, sweet and sticky like warmed honey kinda love.)
"why drowning?" yoongi stares at the pen the psychiatrist holds, unamused, aloof. "anything else is too final," he replies, shrugging.
(or; yoongi is saved from the water by a boy who needs a heart.)
“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.”
(In which Jeon Jeongguk goes to college, makes some friends, and learns he’s got a lot of growing to do.)
“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.”
jeon jungkook is nothing but trouble, but he also carries secrets of the universe in his back pocket like they’re butterscotch candies; somehow, yoongi thinks getting involved with the town freak is fair to appease his lifelong sweet tooth.
namjoon [1:12] so you met jimin and taes roommate last night
yoongi [1:15] …...yeah
namjoon [1:15] met him real good
yoongi [1:16] oh my god
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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
mom, dad, i'm sorry, but i've got to go.
The first time it happens is an accident.
Well, more accurately, the first time it happens is because Yoongi is a giant pushover and Jeongguk’s scrunchy nose smile could get him to walk through an ice storm in the dead of winter, even though Yoongi hates being cold more than anything.
Yoongi acknowledges this ‘softness-toward-Jeongguk-truth’, albeit not to Hoseok, Namjoon, and Seokjin who pointed it out—
(“If he said he needed to, like, knife you for a project you would let him.” “I would not.” “You genuinely might.” “You totally would.” “You’re legitimately considering if you would right now.” “Would all of you kindly fuck the fuck off.” “You’re irritated because it’s true, Yoongi-yah.”)
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(or yoongi and jeongguk fall asleep in some beds together and then there's a lot of metaphors, low key skinny love cliché, somewhere between slow and fast burn, and then kitchen counters and lotsa touching)
“Who—” Jeongguk didn’t know where he was going with that sentence, “who are you?” Okay, definitely not the right thing to say. He hadn’t even apologized yet, so names were out of line.
“I’m Min Yoongi. Who are you, Beerus?” Yoongi had asked, moving his black handbag to his other hand, and leaning over to pick up the now empty coffee cup. He tossed it into the garbage can across the way effortlessly, like really effortlessly, like Jeongguk had to bite his lip to not be like 'wow that was hot' kinda effortlessly.
“I--” Jeongguk was pretty sure he had a name, but was still staring at the garbage can blankly. “That was a great shot. I. Wait, was that a Dragon Ball reference? Was that an anime ref—did you just call me the god of destruction? Do you play basketball? I’m Jeon Jeongguk?”
“Why was your name a question?"
“I'm not sure, honestly. It’s been a long morning.”
“Uh, kid, it’s like 6:53 AM.”
“I thought you were beautiful."
"Because I carried an umbrella?"
"Because you weren't afraid to be different.
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,” says Namjoon, his tone allowing no argument. He holds the boy an arms length in front of him and smiles painfully. “Meet Jeongguk. He’s your new bodyguard.”
Yoongi sputters and decides to argue anyway, because fuck no. “I said I don’t need a bodyguard, Namjoon.”
(Or, the AU where Yoongi has been receiving death threats from an enemy organisation known as Skeletal, and Jeon Jeongguk is the lucky bastard brought in to be his bodyguard. Yoongi tries to hate him. He really does.)
Jungkook has only known Min Yoongi for a week, and the entire time he has been sulking in his room because of a boy. Now Jungkook is at a party he doesn't even want to be at and a very drunk Yoongi has been given to him by a very angry Seokjin and he has to babysit for some reason.. Until Yoongi's ex walks in and babysitting turns into making out and maybe Jungkook is a little drunk too, but it's okay because Yoongi is soft and warm and so damn pretty it hurts.