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Yoongi is a famous rapper while Seokjin’s trying to become a Drama script writer. One unfortunate event, chance meeting, and strange maid contract later, Seokjin is somehow married to said superstar. It's a fake marriage, of course, and there are some strict rules, but Seokjin cares about one rule and one rule only; Absolutely no falling in love.
All Yoongi wanted was to read Macbeth and pass his Literature class in peace, not catch the attention of Kim Seokjin.
Seokjin’s roommate breaks everything in their apartment. Luckily, the Engineering major next door is cute and willing to help. Otherwise known as, the first time Namjoon actually managed to help create something instead of destroy it. The “my roommate breaks everything and my cute neighbor fixes everything” AU
Hoseok recommends his favorite masseur to Yoongi.
in which Yoongi gets set up on a semi-blind date, and has his eyes opened instead.
Of course Min Yoongi wanted to be the best man he could possibly be-- his best friends were getting married, after all. Weddings might not be his forte, but he was going to be damned if he didn’t give it his all.
He scoured wedding magazines, followed every Pinterest board, and marathoned Say Yes To The Dress in preparation. But no matter how much research he did, these wedding guides didn’t cover one very important issue he came across: What do you do if you fall in love with the wedding planner?
Kim Seokjin knew dealing with an emotionally stunted cat hybrid for a roommate wouldn't be easy, he was prepared for the abrupt mood swings and the quick dismissals. No amount of sociology textbooks or hybrid guidelines could've quite prepared him for Min Yoongi, though.
The city sleeps at two A.M. Hoseok and Taehyung are asleep in their room. Namjoon is conked out in his studio. Jimin and Jungkook doze in the dance room. Seokjin bustles in his bedroom. Yoongi clicks away in his studio. The city is asleep, and Seokjin reaches for his phone.
Yoongi's been running his tattoo parlor for a couple years and has already cemented himself as the baddest tattoo artist on this side of town. What will he do when another entrepreneur buys the empty storefront next to his and puts in a flower shop there?
Rule number one: Don't leave the path.
For the last time, Seokjin and Yoongi aren't really together. They think.
(or:
"I can't believe I have to live with this every day," says Jungkook, grimacing. "When I signed up to move in with you guys, I wasn't expecting this."
By this, he means whatever weird courtship ritual is occurring in the kitchen, abuzz with tension and years of repression – or, at least, that strange vibe that everyone in the house has gone through at least once, never mind that the third wheeling happens even when all seven of them are together watching a movie in the living room and Yoongi is sleepily curled up around Seokjin and tracing absent-minded, concentric circles into Seokjin's hip to distract him from nearly pissing himself every time a ghost pops up on the screen, ugh. The worst part about it isn't that they're doing it on purpose, even; the worst part is that they have no idea what they're even doing half the time that makes watching them an excruciating exercise in self-restraint.)
Twenty-three times Yoongi kind of proposed to Seokjin, and one time he didn’t have to.
Namjoon told him that he had the color of a cloudless summer sky in his left eye, which was more poetic than Seokjin thought his eye deserved, and Hoseok said it kind of looked like the color of the amusement park cotton candy.
Seokjin has one blue eye, and one brown eye, and he spends his life covering them with sunglasses. Until he meets Yoongi.
- papi, let's go! cause i kinda like it (smut)
seokjin and yoongi fuck in many different positions during seokjin's break. that's about it, honestly.
When Kim Seokjin comes to save his father from the gang called the Beasts, Suga - the leader - isn't willing to let him go that easily. A debt has to be paid off, after all. Seokjin is made prisoner and Suga has to deal with the unexpected consequences that follow.
Kim Seokjin, 25, always did watch those dramas, well, more like cried over them most of the time, but there was a reason why they were on TV right? Something made up, not real, so why did he feel like his life began to shape into one of the very things he's been watching? Quite Literally.
There’s three things Yoongi is pretty fucking certain about:
- His new roommate, Kim Seokjin, is gorgeous;
- Said roommate is currently taking his shirt off in the common area of their dorm;
- Yoongi’s kinda staring at him and it’s probably really fucking creepy.
- hey you! you steal looks with your body and face (smut)
jin's hair is blond. yoongi doesn't know what to feel.
(Or: yoongi is helplessly turned on by jin's new appearance.)
- aye, love you led me to a miracle
It’s six in the morning and all Yoongi wants is some fucking coffee.
(Not to be, not to be assaulted with a possibly illegal stare and a smile that could probably bring dead flowers back to life, god dammit)
Corporate Relationship Disclosure Form -- Human Resource Coordinator: Jung Hoseok Section to be completed by Employees Involved: Names: Min Yoongi, Kim Seokjin Job Titles: Chief Accountant Supreme, Professional Wet Blanket Nature of Relationship:Friends with Benefits Sex Enemies Length of Relationship: 4 minutes Please Describe Jin's Dick: Shut up Hoseok I see you nasty fucker, you just added this fucking question to the form you didn’t even make sure the font was the same as the original you better hold on to your goddamn cat because I’m coming for you as soon as I’m finished getting- oh fucking hell.
Yoongi had failed their math class because he couldn’t seem to stop falling asleep during their lessons. Seokjin had failed their math class because he couldn’t seem to stop staring at him when he did. alternatively known as: Seokjin is a tease and Yoongi's not as smooth as he'd like to be
- cernere (smut)
"Do I look pretty?" Yoongi mumbles, his cheeks flushing. He can feel it, physically feel it, a rush of blood that warms his face and his chest and the palms of his hands.
"Mmmm...nope," Seokjin says. He is lazily, slowly getting hard. "Try again, pretty girl."
Fuck you, Yoongi thinks, even as his stomach swoops and dives restlessly, even as the other half of him begins, ever so slowly, to melt. "Do I look pretty, oppa?"
Seokjin's an idol, visual and vocal of popular boy group BTS. Yoongi's a hip-hop artist and producer. They're not supposed to be together, except when they are--hands all over each other when they show up at underground parties, the new hot 'couple' except--they're not together together, of course not. that would be ridiculous. like the way Yoongi sometimes looks at him, like he's the missing lyric that he's been working on. or how Seokjin's ideal type of "short, pretty, ambitious" doesn't refer to any female or idol in the industry. no, that would definitely be ridiculous.
'"I don't think your friends like me very much," Seokjin concludes after the seventh snide remark about being an idol or a trophy boyfriend or winning trophies that don't matter or maybe something about idols fucking trophies, he's lost count after his third soju. The MCountdown trophy is perfectly spherical on top, so Seokjin's not sure how anyone could fuck it, really.'
one of the worst times to realize you're really into your hot roommate is when you wake up cuddled by and uncomfortably pressed against said hot roommate.
min yoongi takes what he gets.
mar 7 2017 +