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At the end of the day, deep down inside, it's not because Jeongguk likes Seokjin. (Or love.) It's not like this is all happening because he was a relationship type of person. (He's not.) At the end of the day, Jeongguk forgets why this is all happening in the first place.
Crown Prince Seokjin - also known as the Snow Prince - is holding a festival to celebrate his kingdom's prosperity; but everyone knows that he is, in fact, looking for marriage to solidify positive foreign relations.
But beyond what his kingdom needs, is there someone out there that can melt the Snow Prince's heart and make him smile for the world to see?
jeongguk feels stupid for asking the question but seokjin's reaction to it, his caught breath and bitten bottom lip, intrigues him even more.
seokjin shakes his head. "everyone knows the quickest way to end a new relationship is to talk about the old ones."
or
jeongguk asks about seokjin's exes.
“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.)
"wow," he breathes.
"yeah..." jungkook replies automatically as they both stare. seokjin tilts his head curiously and god, he looks so cute like that. so so cute. the lights illuminate the angles on his face in all the right places, softening his appearance and accentuating his babyface to give him that innocent, angelic look.
"do you know if seokjin hyung is dating anyone?" his deep voice lilts as he asks wistfully, enthralled by the holy countenance of kim seokjin.
"uh, me?"
aka the fic where everyone hits on seokjin even though he's dating jungkook
Being Jungkook's childhood friend is rough. Being his manager is worse.
(or: the one where Seokjin is BTS's manager and still fails to catch a break)
It would be so much easier to dislike Seokjin if he wasn't so damned pretty.
Jungkook is barely twenty when he and Seokjin become something between more than friends and less than boyfriends.
"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.
“Jinnie,” he grits out in a rush. “I wanna fuck that pretty mouth of yours. Do you want me to cum down your throat too? Swallow my hot cum like the good boy you are?” And Jin audibly whimpers, in shock at the filth that drips easily off of his tongue, not bothering to scold him about his lack of honorifics because his voice has dropped an octave and he’s slipped into satoori and his eyes are dark and brooding and Jin wants.
Like clockwork, Seokjin gets up at 5am everyday. When they were still in love, he would lay a warm hand on Jungkook's bare hip, lips pressing against his cheek. Now, when Seokjin gets up, the bed dips slightly from the loss of his weight and the cold steadily creeps in his absence until it awakens him. They're two strangers sharing the same bed on opposite ends.
To Jungkook, their marriage was a sanctuary. An entirely different world from his own. Safe. It was understood that assassins had a quick turnover. You were either killed or you were in the business long enough to have the desire to walk away drummed into you. Or you fell in love.
Once upon a time, Jungkook had loved Seokjin too.
Based on the au: "I try my best to act super cool around you but every time you hold my hand or hug me I turn red and I think I have to start avoiding touching you."
Jungkook has a crush.
Jungkook's got 99 problems and all of them are Seokjin.
The truth about perfection is that there’s no such thing. Jungkook keeps searching, anyway.
“We’re not dating.” Seokjin sits up on his elbows and stares Yoongi down to make a point. “Definitely not.”
“Right,” Yoongi scoffs. “Though I was under the impression that he’s taken up permanent residence on your lap. Should I tell the fans to address all their future fanmail to ‘Seokjin’s dick, Seoul, Korea’?”
“For fuck’s sake, Yoongi.”