• imprints (for the boys in the back)

Seokjin is not looking for a relationship – he’s been there, done that, lesson learned. So when he somehow ends up in a fuck buddy arrangement with supposed one-night-stand Namjoon, he knows that he needs to handle the fling without emotionally compromising himself. He’s definitely got this! (Dear reader, he did not have it.)

Namjoon dropped the used condom onto the floor – gross – and said, “So, you have issues with sex.”

Seokjin blinked at the virtual stranger whose bed he was in. “What the fuck? No, I don’t.” He processed the words. “Hey! Fuck you!”

[https://archiveofourown.org/works/17170835]

• the umbrella effect

Jin is Namjoon’s prince charming, his knight in shining armour, that he met on one fateful September morning, who showed him that a good romance doesn’t only exist in books.

[https://archiveofourown.org/works/12108105]

• ask me when

Namjoon's words sometimes can't stay inside his head.

Early morning fluff happens.

[https://archiveofourown.org/works/20741969]

• open the floodgates

Namjoon has a dumb, fat, absolutely crippling crush on his friend’s impossibly handsome and charming roommate, Jin. He tries to stay cool, but Namjoon just feels too much, and thinks too much, and he just can’t figure Jin out. Even if they’ve had sex like, eight times. Wait, is that a lot?

[https://archiveofourown.org/works/14858883]

• 꽃꽂이. Kkotkkoji.

Once upon a time there was a prince, and he loved a city and a person in equal measure.

[https://archiveofourown.org/works/7486116/chapters/17014344]

• the universe’s payroll

“There’s a theory,” Namjoon starts, wipes under his nose and then laughs, kicks his legs so that he swings softly and the playground creaks. “There’s a theory about multiverses. About how they’re all running parallel and perpendicular and it’s not, it’s not linear. It’s like a grid, ya know? It’s like a grid and there’s points in time where everything happens the same but everything is different.”

“How so?” Jin asks.

Namjoon nods, wipes his nose again. “Like right now. If this were a point in the grid, right now there’s thousands and thousands of ways we’re sitting. We’re here now, but in another universe you love me back.”

[https://archiveofourown.org/works/14111202]