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acrylic skies

Pairing: Taehyung / Namjoon Word count: 4.4k (model au) Summary: Namjoon doesn't want to think about connecting flights between New York and Moscow and the passport he lost not even a week ago. That's why, when Taehyung nearly falls in his lap, Namjoon doesn't push him away.

Backstage Moschino is hectic as the show itself, but the boy opening it returns to the dressing room with a blinding smile. Not caring about the expensive clothes he's wearing, he squeezes himself in the small space on the sofa between Namjoon and the wall. His hand comes to rest on Namjoon's knee, fingers splayed over the fabric of his pants. When Namjoon doesn't react, the boy moves closer, his hand trailing up Namjoon's thigh. They're too close for comfort but nobody pays them any attention as make-up artists rush to fix smudged eyeliner and foundations that aren't bright enough.

Before the boy's hand reaches Namjoon's crotch, Namjoon covers it with his own. The boy pouts when his attempt at whatever he wanted is effectively stopped. He wiggles his fingers, trying to get free but it is useless.

"Missed me so much you couldn't keep your hands to yourself, Taehyung?" Namjoon asks, closing the magazine and dropping it to the floor.

"I always do," Taehyung replies.

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triangle walks

Pairing: Yoongi / Hoseok Word count: 21.2k Rating: NC-17 (witch / necromancer au) Summary: Death laughs as Hoseok shakes hands with it, exchanging pieces of his own soul for a chance to bring somebody back to life.When the toll he has to pay becomes too high, Hoseok turns to the only thing that can save him. He turns to the demon world.

“Do you think I’m weird?”

“Well, you are a witch—”

“Other than that,” Hoseok mumbles, the fabric of his jeans making his voice muffled and far away.

Yoongi sees his shoulders drop and he can hear the pout in Hoseok's words even though he can’t see it. He counts to five before answering, giving Hoseok time to change his mind or ask another question.

“It doesn’t matter what I think. As long as you’re comfortable with yourself, I’ll—”

“You'll what?” 

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throwing rocks in frozen rivers

Pairing: Jimin / Jungkook Word count: 37.5k Rating: NC-17 (friends with benefits AU) Summary: For a while, Jimin and Jungkook have been building bridges just to watch them go up in flames.Maybe the time to start rebuilding them has come.(Alt. Jungkook sees Jimin for who he really is when nobody else does.)

Jimin opens his mouth to say something, but Jungkook swallows his words with his lips. It's an inexperienced and clumsy kiss, but Jimin doesn't protest, just slips his fingers from Jungkook's and tangles them in Jungkook's hair instead, pulling him closer. Jungkook tastes sadness and salt on Jimin's lips and he wants to kiss them away.

Since the moment he met Jimin, Jungkook noticed melancholy behind Jimin's breathtaking smiles even though it was always hidden well, like Jimin was afraid to admit that everybody could feel down. Like Jimin thought that if he smiled bright enough, nobody would notice the tiny broken bits of his heart that Jungkook wanted to gather in his hands and glue back together. Maybe take a few pieces of his own heart and put them in the cracks of Jimin's to make it whole, but he's not sure if they'd fit, so he pulls back, breathless.

Jimin looks at him, smiling. “Oh wow. That was... What was it?”

Jungkook doesn't dare to look at Jimin so he glances at the shimmering ocean before them, at moonlight dancing on its surface. He licks his lips. They taste like Jimin and Jungkook swallows.

“I wanted to kiss you. It's just—You looked—Do you mind?”

Mindlessly, Jimin touches the corner of his mouth like he's checking if the smile on his face is real.

“No, I don't mind,” he says a moment later.

“Friends can kiss friends sometimes, right?”

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jikook + mafia! au? where theyre the biggest rivals but are actually secretly lovers OR where in between their rivalry that they found out they liked each other

Jungkook wipes theblood off his phone screen. It’s cracked but he still can see thetime. 4 am and he’s feeling like he’s possessed. It might be a badomen because the bodyguards that have found him are just standing inthe middle of the mess he made without saying a word.

As an heir, heshould keep his pretty hands clean, free of blood, and yet here he is– sitting among dismembered bodies of what used to be a gang ofpetty criminals owing money to his family.

“Sir,” one ofthe bodyguards finally dares to say. “Your father is worried. Wewere sent to escort you back home.”

Jungkook gets upfrom a wobbly chair with a smile on his face. The old man is worried,huh? He thinks his youngest son is ruining the empire he built onhigh cocaine prices and underage prostitutes, huh? Well, he isn’t far wrong. Except Jungkook’s plans are a bit different.

“Okay,” he says.

He picks up hisblazer from the dirty floor. It’s soaked in blood, ruined completely.It’s a such a pity since Jungkook had liked it. As he walks to the door,he wonders if the stains could be removed. There has to existsomething that takes off blood stains. He stops in front of thebodyguards and says, “Scorch the place.”

- - -

They have beenplaying the game of cat and mouse for the longest time.

Park Jimin is tooelegant and beautiful to be a hitman and the first time Jungkook hadseen him, he was wearing designer clothes and flirting with every manand woman at the reception. A high glass of champagne was sittingprettily on his palm, bubbly liquid sliding down his throat in a waythat was rather distracting. Jungkook found himself staring,returning smiles that weren’t for him. And ultimately, just like inlove novels, they ended up together. The only good thing was howpliant Jimin was under Jungkook’s touches and how spacious bathroomsin Hilton were. That and the feeling of Jimin’s lips pressed to hisskin.

Jungkook remembersit – the blowjob that barely lasted a few minutes because Jimin wasskilled with his tongue the same way he was with weapons, butJungkook would found that out much later when he’s face to face withthe end of the barrel of Jimin’s gun.

Another thingJungkook remembers from their first encounter is that Jimin hadtasted like apple juice and not alcohol. For a second, it caught himoff guard, but Jimin had laughed and said that wine made him sick.

The second encounterwas a little less pleasant. Jungkook had walked in the warehouse,inhaled the stench of death and burnt flesh. All that was left of hissubordinates were white bones. He found a pastel business card thatsaid “Your turn now” and that’s how the game began.

- - -

“I hate you,”Jimin gasps as Jungkook bites down hard on his neck, sucking at hispulse.

There are angry redmarks scattered across Jimin’s skin. They look more like bruises thanhickeys, but that’s just because they’re in a hurry and as always,time is a precious thing that mustn’t be wasted.

Jungkook smilesagainst Jimin’s skin, inhales his scent. Hugo Boss. Not a bad choice.Too bad that it doesn’t go well with the smell of decay around them.A rundown motel by the side of road can’t be compared to MarriottHotel, but it’s the best option they have.

“Same, honey,”he says, rolling his hips down and pulling a moan out of Jimin’sthroat. Jungkook has always thought that Jimin sounded pretty whenhe’s wrecked. Even prettier when Jungkook is the one pulling thestrings, reducing Jimin to a whimpering mess with every touch andthrust.

Jimin throws hishead back, exposing his neck even more. His skin is flushed, a prettyblush spreading from his cheeks down to his collarbones. Jungkookcould love him if the situation was different.

He comes too fast,topples over the edge of pleasure. Jimin follows suit, painting theirstomachs white. It’s messy, like it was all the times before. Jiminis a good fuck and Jungkook has never really learnt how to controlhimself. That’s why the bliss doesn’t last long. Never does.

- - -

The worst mistakesare the ones that go unnoticed. Jungkook was careless, his confidenceruling over him. It’s no wonder that Jimin is holding him at gunpointnow.

“It’s justbusiness. Nothing personal, baby,” Jimin says, his voice sugarysweet. The sunlight filtering through the window catches in his blondehair. It’s a false halo. Angels of death don’t wear them.

Jungkook doesn’tflinch, not even when Jimin lowers the gun, aiming for his heart. Tominimize the pain, Jungkook guesses.

“I know,”Jungkook counters. “Do what you have to.”

“I’m glad youunderstand. It was good while it lasted, Jungkook.”

Jungkook nods. Itwas good. Wonderful even. That’s why he doesn’t blink when Jiminpulls the trigger.

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Rap line - magic AU or coven AU whichever is fine :)

namjoon looks upfrom his cup of tea, the seventh one this morning, and sighs when hesees hoseok standing in the doorway and holding a black guinea pig inhis hands.

“again?”he says.

hoseok nods, abashful smile blooming on his face. “kinda. yeah. you’re right.”

“what did he dothis time?” namjoon asks.

he is yoongi. quitepossibly the only witch on this forsaken continent that is a medium,but currently a teeny tiny guinea pig sitting on hoseok’s palm. andjust by the look on his small face, namjoon can tell that yoongiisn’t happy about the current situation. just like he wasn’t happyall the other times when hoseok accidentally on-purpose turned himinto a small fluffy animal.

hoseok shifts hisweight from foot to foot, disturbing yoongi in his hands. when he hashad enough of hoseok beating around the bush, yoongi bites his fingerand hoseok yelps. stupid little rodent!

“for fuck’ssake, yoongi. don’t bite him. i can’t force him to turn you back ifyou’re being a menace,” namjoon grumbles before turning hisattention to hoseok. again. “so?” he prompts.

“yoongi saidthat dead people are pissed because i keep bringing their pets backto life and not them to which i said that’s nonsense. nobody wantsthe old geezers back. and then yoongi said that i’m just being meanand petty. and i am not mean, namjoon. i am not!” hoseok says,stomps his foot on the floor for good measure.

namjoon sighs.

they might beimmortal and have all the time in this world to mature, but hoseokshould really drop the act of an innocent child already. it’s beenfive centuries. namjoon is tired, but apparently yoongi isn’t becausehe is always mocking hoseok until the younger snaps and turns himinto something awful.

thank deities he’snot a house mouse this time because the last time, namjoon nearlystepped on him. needless to say, things weren’t very pretty onceyoongi was back in his human form.

“say that i’mnot being mean, namjoon,” hoseok says when he gets tired ofnamjoon looking through him like he isn’t there.

“you’re notmean, hoseok. you’re immature.”

“what?”

okay, the thing withbeing a witch and having dark powers at your disposal is thatsometimes it’s hard to control your emotions. certainly namjoon hadnailed that part too, just like he did everything else. lucky fucker!

but hoseok isn’tlike that because hoseok likes feeling things unlike some otherpeople so the only logical thing to do at this situation is to glareat namjoon and turn him into a frog. except that doesn’t really worksince namjoon is the leader of their coven and no matter how muchhoseok wants to turn him into a bug or something worse and step on him, hoseok can’t doit.

“you heard meright. now turn him back,” namjoon orders. he hates using hisleader voice, but he has to from time to time. usually in situationslike this.

hoseok murmurssomething under his breath before sighing. “okay, fine. but ifhe says something else, i—”

namjoon cuts him offwith a “you can turn him into a butterfly for all i care.”

- - -

the door of hisstudy room comes crushing down and namjoon looks up from his cup ofcoffee, black long with no sugar. he gave up on tea some time ago.

he’s mentallypreparing himself to see hoseok standing on his doorstep, a bashfulsmile on his face and an animal with black fur in his hands. also,he’s ready to give him the usual “it’s not okay to turn yoongiinto an animal every time he says something you don’t like”speech.

but sadly, nothingcan prepare him for the sight of yoongi dressed in all black standingon the door.

“come on,”yoongi motions him to stand up.

“where to?”

“dimensionnumber 13,” yoongi says. “now come on.”

namjoon slowly getsup and takes his jacket from the hanger. “and why are we goingthere?”

“because i might have exiled hoseok there when hesaid that i’m a lazy ass bitch who does nothing but talk to ghosts.”

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jikook + suicide squad au?

“Mama.” It’sbarely a whisper because Jimin doesn’t trust his voice not to crackjust like he has no faith in himself at this moment. “Mama,” hetries again.

Candles around himburn brighter, filling the cathedral with a scent of redemption. It’snot sweet. It stings his eyes or maybe those are tears. There’snobody here except him and the ghosts haunting the place. Oddlypeaceful, almost sinister, the church is in the late evening hours.

Jimin clasps hishands together, inhales memories of happier times and his motherbeing alive and taking him here and exhales “Mama, I’m in love witha criminal.”

- - -

All Jungkook reallyknows is the feeling on holding the AK-47 in his hands, the weightfamiliar and aim precise, metal pressing against his palms, areminder that nobody would be able to take him down easily. He also knowshow the M9 feels like, all sleek lines and shiny metal that matchessilver rings adorning his fingers that are there to increase thedamage of his punches and not because he has a soft spot for prettyjewellery.

But nothing – nota single weapon, no matter how powerful it is – will ever compareto the feeling of Jimin’s skin under Jungkook’s fingertips. Smoothlike porcelain, soft like silk and warm like life itself. Jimin mustbe his personal angel. Fallen from grace just to save him, to lightup Jungkook’s dull days.

It’s funny, really,how they came to be, how everything just happened at once. But thething is, Jungkook isn’t the fucked up one. He’s nothing but a bum, afew ranks higher than a petty criminal. Sure he has money andmansions on both coasts of the Atlantic, a pretty villa hidden in theFrench Riviera. He owns the streets, cities even, but all of thatmeans nothing compared to Jimin.

If Jimin were to askhim to burn a city down, he’d do it in a blink of an eye. If Jiminasked him to set the whole world on fire, Jungkook would do it too.

Except, all Jiminever asks of him is to be safe and to come back home.

- - -

A bloody mess is allhe sees. Bodies all around him, cut off limbs on a pile and headsrolling around like gravitation can’t hold them in place. His shoesare no longer white but scarlet red. The shade is pretty, about thathe can’t lie.

Jungkook looks upfrom the mess in front of him. Jimin is standing a few feet away.Equally bloody, yet equally dazzling as the first time Jungkook hadseen him. His fingers curl and uncurl around the handle of a metalbaseball bat. He dropped his knives a few minutes ago. There’s bloodin his pretty blond hair. On his soft cheeks too.

“Baby,” Jungkooksays and Jimin lifts his head to look at him. From where he’sstanding, Jungkook can’t see the tears welling up in Jimin’s eyes,but from his posture, he can tell what Jimin is thinking. And it’salways the exact same thing – that he is a monster.

“Baby,” herepeats as if coaxing a scared animal out of its shelter. He takes atentative step closer and Jimin takes one back, stepping on a hand,bones cracking under his shoe. He winces at the sound, biting his lipand Jungkook comes even closer.

“Jimin—”

“I’m sorry. Ididn’t mean to, I swear. Jungkook, I’m so sorry,” he’s rambling,words spilling from his mouth without thinking. “I heard them,okay? I heard them saying how they’re gonna overturn you and howyou’ve lost your mind and how—I couldn’t let them.”

Jimin shakes hishead, hot tears spilling down his cheeks and before he can wipe themoff with the sleeve of his bloody sweater, there are hands cuppinghis face and lips kissing his forehead. He exhales a breath ofrelief.

“It’s okay” isall Jungkook says before enveloping Jimin in a hug, shielding himfrom the battlefield that’s all around them.

The bat falls fromJimin’s hand, metal hitting the concrete floor with a dull thud.Jimin fists his hands in Jungkook’s jacket, fingers digging intofabric, desperately trying to pull Jungkook even closer. He burieshis head in crook of Jungkook’s shoulder and says “You are all Ihave left. I can’t lose you.”

Jungkook stayssilent, just holds Jimin tighter.

They’ll clean thismess later. Jungkook will wash the blood out of Jimin’s hair, curlbeside him on their bed, kiss him goodnight because this, too, shallpass.

- - -

“Mama,” Jiminsays and his voice is stronger than it was months ago, it echoesinside the empty church. Jungkook squeezes his hand for support andJimin smiles at him.

“Mama, I want youto meet somebody.”

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Minjoon with Blind AU if that's okay with you~

Just because Jimincan’t see colours, doesn’t mean he doesn’t feel them.

Blue is crisp winterair when the words turn to fog and night pulls city in its embrace inthe early evening hours, white street lights like sparkling starsagainst the indigo backdrop. Blue is cold creeping up his fingertipswhen he forgets gloves at home and only warmth he can find comes fromNamjoon when he takes Jimin’s hand in his or the cup of tea, alwaysapple and cinnamon flavoured, that Namjoon makes them after a longday. Blue is the first snow and frost on windows panes, intricatepatterns that melt under his fingertips before he can map them out.And above all, blue is Namjoon’s big scarves that smell like home andthe hugs he envelopes Jimin in when he thinks Jimin might be cold.

Red comes in amillion different shades, in the heat rising in his cheeks every timeNamjoon says something overly cheesy and Jimin doesn’t know how toreturn the words so he presses his lips to the corner of Namjoon’smouth hoping that proximity can say everything he can’t, in thatfirst kiss of theirs in the middle of an empty bookshop Jimin used towork in, knowing every book by the way the cover felt under hisfingertips. Red is unapologetic just like they are. Red is boilingblood and broken plates and fights because honesty is the basis ofevery relationship, theirs included. But no matter how ugly it gets,how much Jimin’s throat hurts from repeating “You deserve somebodybetter” and how choked up Namjoon gets every time Jimin says thoseexact words, somehow they always end up gravitating towards eachother because love prevails all, or so they say. In the end, red isbold like “Will you marry me?” and silver wedding rings.

Out of all colours,yellow might be Jimin’s favourite one. He read that it symbolizesjealousy, cowardice and deceit, but Jimin has grown up to associateit with happiness. With long summer days when the sun is high in thesky and ice-cream is melting down his fingers, making them stickywith sweetness. Yellow is sand between his toes when they go to thebeach, their interlaced hands swinging between them, and the taste ofNamjoon’s skin when Jimin kisses him fiercely, sometimes under water,sometimes high on adrenaline. Yellow is bright and warm and feelslike butterflies in his stomach, fluttery and anxious at the sametime. Yellow is anticipation and hands searching, hands everywhere, amillion promises bottled in a single kiss, the way their bodies matchtogether like puzzle pieces and their souls melt into one entity.Yellow is the morning after and messy hair and sloppy kisses andplaying with Namjoon’s fingers, testing the way they fit betweenJimin’s.

The colours inbetween, too many different shades, are life. Dull days and happydays side by side. Burnt dishes and dinner eaten on the balcony withthe city noise as background music. The sound of Namjoon’s voice thatcomes and goes like the waves, lulling Jimin to sleep. The feeling ofstability and safety wrapped into something bigger than them.

Jimin can’t seecolours, but that doesn’t stop him from dreaming of Namjoon and himin the shades of happiness.

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“You need to go.” namseok <3 <3

In retrospectNamjoon should have seen this one coming the second he steppedthrough the front door and Hoseok gave him the once over and scoffedbefore he disappeared into the kitchen.

But like many thingsin the past twenty-something years that Namjoon’s been alive, this,too, passed without him giving it the deserved attention so hereNamjoon is sitting leisurely on the sofa with the banging of pots andpans as background music. He offered Hoseok the help, but again,Hoseok just scoffed (or sneezed, Namjoon can’t really tell thedifference sometimes) and shooed him away.

When a plate comescrushing down, Namjoon winces and turns his head in the direction ofthe kitchen. The sound of porcelain against ceramic tiles is followedby Hoseok cursing and Namjoon lowers the volume on the TV.

“Babe, you okay inthere?” he calls but all he gets in return are more muffled cursesas Hoseok shuffles around the kitchen. He marches in the living roomnot even sparing Namjoon a glance and proceeds to the hallway. IfNamjoon were tentative enough, he’d notice Hoseok stomping a little,like a petulant child does before throwing a tantrum.

Taking a deepbreath, Hoseok opens the front door and says, “Namjoon, you need togo. It’s over.”

It seems like Hoseokhas more to say, but he sneezes before any other words get out.

“What?”

“Out!” Hoseokrepeats, sniffling, and this is bad!

This is very bad.This is Hoseok being done with everything and breaking up withNamjoon’s sorry ass and throwing him out in the cold. This is Hoseokrealizing that Namjoon has nothing to offer him other than emptypromises and sweet kisses and that he did, in fact, eat those redvelvet cupcakes Hoseok bought for the time his relatives weresupposed to come over. This is Hoseok admitting to himself thatNamjoon is the actual worst.

This is Namjoon’sgreatest fear biting him in the ass.

“Babe,” Namjoonsays, almost pleading, as he slowly gets up and takes a tentativestep closer to Hoseok.

“Don’t you babeme, Kim Namjoon. Didn’t you hear what I said?” Hoseok retorts andhis words should be acidic and cruel, but that’s hard to accomplishwhen he’s rubbing at his cheeks with the sleeve of his sweatshirt.His cheeks are pink and all Namjoon can think about is how cute hisboyfriend looks. Well, that and the impending doom that awaits himonce he steps out the front door.

“Hobi—”

“I said out,Namjoon,” Hoseok says with the determination of a thousand men,voice firm and unwavering despite everything. Namjoon is ready tofall on his knees and beg when Hoseok adds, “And don’t you dare returnbefore you tell Jimin to keep his cat away from you when you go to visit.”

Wait, what? Namjoonisn’t being dumped in a situation worthy of a Hollywood romanticdrama? He can return?

“You know damnwell that I’m allergic and you’re covered in cat fur,” Hoseoksniffles. He looks downright pitiful as he points at Namjoon’s pantsand sneezes again.

It takes a fewmoments for Namjoon’s brain to process everything Hoseok has justsaid, but once it registers, Namjoon has no alternative but to biteback a grin as he ducks his head. His black sweatpants are covered ina fine white cat fur. Jimin’s Persian cat is as social as her owner,but sheds too much.

“So you’re notbreaking up with me?” Namjoon asks, looking at Hoseok who’s stillstanding by the open door.

Hoseok rolls hiseyes. “No, dumbass, but I will if you don’t get moving. Out. Now.”

“Yes, sir,”Namjoon grins as he shuffles past Hoseok who doesn’t miss theopportunity to smack him upside the head.

Once Namjoon’s readyto leave, Hoseok shuts the door in his face. There are no goodbyekisses, but there might be welcome home ones.

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Guess who’s back?

In celebration of Bangtan’s win on Melon Music Awards (and the person behind this blog getting her life together), I am more than happy to announce that bangtanficlets is active again!

Considering that this is a new start, there have been made some minor stylistic changes on the blog and requests are open (info post here).

Thank you to everybody who stayed with this blog even during the period of inactivity. You have no idea how much that means to me. I hope that upcoming stories will be worth the wait.

Once again, thank you for sticking around,

bangtanficlets / busan_brat

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namseok fic based on Halsey's 'Control'? <3

The thing about talent that nobody ever tells you is that it’s moreerotic when it’s wasted. People are more beautiful when there’s lessleft of them, when their bones are jutting out, sharp and hard, whentheir eyes have lost their shine and all that’s left is a gaping holein their chest where the heart was supposed to be.

Suffering is poetic, self-destruction even more so when Namjoon findsHoseok chugging alcohol in combination with ecstasy pills, he doesn’t lookaway.

He stares, long and hard. He stares until Hoseok notices him andsmiles. A crooked little thing, his smile is. Rough around the edgesand pathetic at best.

Namjoon never really knew Hoseok. He could have pretended to know thesecrets of Hoseok’s soul, every thought and feeling, but that wouldnever do them any good.

Hoseok’s eyes, bloodshot and so fucking dead, bore into his andNamjoon fidgets. It’s a reflex, the same one telling him to leave, torun and lock this up in the corner of his mind where nobody couldfind it. But he stays, rooted to the ground, heels digging in thefloor.

“What are you doing?” he asks.

Hoseok’s smile grows bigger. “Isn’t it obvious?” he asks inreturn.

“Why are you doing this?”

Hoseok laughs, crystal clear, and it catches Namjoon off guard. Thenhe leaves the bottle and gets up from the expensive rug. Through thewindows of the hotel room they can see Tokyo or Beijing or Moscow –some big city in some corner of the world. Hoseok has long gotaccustomed to not caring about where they are. It doesn’t matter. Notin this profession. But he still finds himself looking at the neonlights in the distance. It looks a little like home.

“I’m bored” is all Hoseok says as he closes the distance betweenthem. “And I can’t sleep. And since we can’t really leave thishotel, I decided to have a little fun by myself. You’re welcome tojoin, leader-shi.”

“Hoseok—”

“What, Namjoon? You’re gonna judge me? You out of all people? Wearen’t kids, Namjoon. We’re twenty-seven for fuck’s sake.”

“That’s not the reason to do this to yourself,” Namjoon says. Hehas to stay calm. He can’t argue with Hoseok. Not when Hoseok isn’thimself. Not when Hoseok is just a blurred image of the man Namjoonknows. Not when—

Hoseok laughs in his face. “Always so proper, out littleNamjoonie.”

“What happened to you?” Namjoon asks even though he’s not surewhether he wants to know the answer.

Hoseok throws an arm around Namjoon’s shoulders, pulling him close.His breath is hot against Namjoon’s skin when he whispers “Fame”.

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namseok vacation ideas

Harbin Ice and Snow Sculpture festival - the idea was namjoon’s but it was hoseok who accepted it, booked the flight and hotel and printed out tourist maps, so when temperature drops under -30 centigrade and he barely can feel his fingers, he can’t really blame namjoon for everything no matter how much he wants to. he counts on namjoon’s good nature and compassion and hopes that they can stay inside the hotel and drink hot chocolate or something, but namjoon’s having none of that so they end up on the streets. it’s so freakin’ cold that hoseok can barely think straight and all he wants is to be warm again and namjoon is probably warm so hoseok unzips his jacket and hugs him and it’s all sorts of awkward and 50 shades of “what the fuck are you doing hoseok” when he snakes his cold hands under namjoon’s sweater and presses his palms on namjoon’s lower back

journey on the Trans-Siberian Railway - the plan was simple: go to beijing, get on the train and one week later arrive in moscow after passing through so many towns and visiting so many interesting places. a journey of self-discovery, it was supposed to be and hoseok seemed like he was made for a journey like this; it was perfect. well, at least until they lost track of time and 2h of stopping in ekaterinburg turned to 4h and the train was gone when they finally reached the station so they were stuck in the middle of russia with bad mobile signal and limited supply of snacks (”this is all your fault,” hoseok hissed. “how is it mine when you’re the one who planned this?” namjoon countered and hoseok just shook his head. “this is all your fault,” he said again)

21 days in India featuring hoseok being terrified of snakes and forcing namjoon to cross the street every time he spots a snake charmer, namjoon’s vallet being stolen by monkeys in monkey temple (galwar bagh), being extras in a bollywood movie and hoseok fitting right in while namjoon struggles as per usual, lots of local food that looks really amazing that hoseok casually makes namjoon try first bc namjoon knows that hoseok can’t eat spicy food so he’s basically hoseok’s taste tester during the entire trip; breathtaking nature and exciting different country but too hot so they share ice-cream one too many times

EVERY DESTINATION IN A NUTSHELL: namjoon doing stupid things because hoseok asked him to and because he doesn’t want to make hoseok sad or upset, namjoon rambling about philosophy and meaning of life and hoseok listening patiently when though he doesn’t understand everything namjoon has said,GETTING LOST like a lot because neither of them knows how to read maps, broken english and french and awkward hand gestures because communication is hard, too hot or too cold weather and “hoseok, i’m dying. can we rest?” “not until we find out where we are”, BUGS EVERYWHERE (namjoon just happens to deal with them better), not thinking about problems and being at peace with everything

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nothing will be bigger than us

Pairing: Jungkook/Jimin Word count: ~5k Summary: A fucking hypocrite, that’s who Jimin is. A fucking hypocrite who makes sure that Jungkook is alive and as well as anybody can be in this concrete jungle made of too many broken dreams and too little hope. 

The door of the small bedroom at the end of the hallway is open and Jungkook tries to keep quiet as he takes off his jacket, then his boots. His boots hit the floor with a thud and he turns in the direction of the door trying to hear whether Jimin is already awake, whether sheets are rustling. But everything is silent as it was not even a moment ago and Jungkook heads towards the bedroom. On his way, he tosses his black t-shirt to the laundry bin in the bathroom. Looks at himself in the mirror. Not bad considering the fact that he barely slept.

When he enters the bedroom, he sees that Jimin is still sleeping, light filtering through the curtains chasing shadows away from him. Jungkook wants to think that it chases nightmares too, but it’s always him who wakes up in cold sweat in the middle of night and not Jimin. Luckily, it’s never Jimin.

He strips down to his boxers, crawls into bed, careful not to disturb Jimin. He snakes his arm around Jimin’s waist and presses closer, inhaling the scent that’s so uniquely Jimin even though a million other people use the same body wash. Jimin stirs in his sleep and Jungkook closes his eyes pretending to be asleep.

But like always, Jimin is having none of that.

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“Missed you,” Jimin says, swallowing a few syllables burning in the back of his throat, a few words even. Like where were you and can I come next time.

“Same,” Jungkook responds and Jimin loses himself in the abyss of Jungkook’s eyes. He’s not drowning, he knows that much. He—

Jungkook’s lips are on his cheek, making their way to his ear so that Jungkook can whisper to him, tell him secrets about the universe and the stars and the worlds beyond this flawed one. Tell him fairy-tales about princes charming in shiny armour and evil witches that rip the sky apart with their curses. Tell him about lost boys in the eye of the storm and lightnings dancing above their head.

But probably not that. Not any of that. Something simpler. Something that at the same time sounds like you’re beautiful and I missed you so so so fucking much.

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Rapline (or maybe ot7?) Your handwriting says a lot about you

Yoongisnorts when his eyes land on the black letters written on the frontside of one of the buildings belonging to the University of Arts.Some pretentious asshole must have written them, thinking that theywere deep and profound, or some bullshit along the lines of “Dreambut don’t sleep”.

Richkids never really understood life and Yoongi wants to nudge them inthe right direction so he drops his duffel bag by his feet, paintcans clank against each other and Yoongi covers his face with a maskbefore he starts working.

Thestreet lamps shielded by trees provide barely enough light for Yoongito see what he’s doing, but he’ll manage somehow.

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“He’sa fucking moron,” Namjoon says. His hands are on his hips and withthe pink shirt that he’s wearing, he looks oddly like a motherreprimanding her child for breaking her favorite vase.

Hoseoktries to stifle his laugh, but fails miserably and Namjoon levels himwith a look, which only makes Hoseok crack up more.

“Don’tbe so hurt, Joonie. I’m sure that Yoongi only meant well,” Hoseoksnickers before he takes out his phone and snaps a photo of the new,improved graffiti (even though that is questionable and Namjoon wouldrather bite off his arm than admit it).

UnderNamjoon’s “True hooligans don’t eat animals” written with blackpaint, the lines thick in hopes of leaving a permanent impression onthe passers-by, “They eat people” is sprayed in Yoongi’shandwriting.

Hoseokhas to give him props for making the red paint bleeding across thewall seem like real blood. It’s pleasing to the eye, even thoughNamjoon is pissed, seeing the entire wall in shades of red.

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Namjoonis still fuming when they reach the pizza place not far away fromtheir apartment and since Hoseok cherishes well-being of his friendsand doesn’t want to google “how to remove blood stains”, hepushes Namjoon inside with the excuse that he’s hungry and that he’lleat Namjoon if he doesn’t get some food soon.

Namjoonrolls his eyes.

It’s anawful joke, but within a few seconds, there’s a pizza in front ofthem and Hoseok’s mouth waters just at the sight of it. As he digsin, Namjoon begins complaining again.

“He’sdead,” he says and Hoseok just nods, continuing to chew his food.

“I’mgonna kill him,” Namjoon says a second later and Hoseok almostchokes. Faith is just a bored little thing wanting to see peoplefight because Yoongi’s pushing the doors open and entering the pizzaplace.

Hoseokswallows. “Better act quickly, Joonie.”

Namjoonturns his head around, searching for the thing that caught Hoseok’sattention and his lips quirk up in a vicious smile when his eyes landon Yoongi.

Truthbe told, his vicious smile is more like a grimace and Yoongi snortsas he makes his way to their table.

“You’rean asshole” is the first thing that Namjoon says as Yoongi takes aseat next to him and digs his finger in Namjoon’s dimple.

“You’recute when you’re angry. What did I do this time?”

“Youchanged my graffiti, hyung. That’s a no-no,” Namjoon whines and hereally, really wishes that his voice is firmer and sharper but hisgraffiti is his baby and Yoongi can’t just walk around changing themto his liking.

“Ihad a feeling that the handwriting was familiar,” Yoongi says,laughing. “But I improved it, didn’t I? It makes more sense now.”

“Yeah,it’s promoting cannibalism. Thanks, hyung,” Namjoon scoffs.

“You’rewelcome,” Yoongi replies and reaches across the table to snatch apiece of pizza from the plate.

Namjoonwatches them eat and exchange small talk as he plans his revenge.

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Hoseoktakes a dark green marker from his back pocket, uncaps it with histeeth and squats down to scribble the words he wrote so many timesbefore. They’re familiar, comforting like an old tee would be.

Thispart of the city is littered with graffiti and this will just be anew addition. Nothing more and nothing less. Just a trace that he’sbeen here.

Yoongiand Namjoon have been in a graffiti war since that awful day andHoseok finds it too amusing to do anything to stop them. Sometimes,when the things between the two cool down, he adds more oil to thefire just to see the sparks flying again.

Hehopes that the words he’s writing right now will be a good fuel toignite the dormant fire.

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don’t wanna dance (with anybody but you)

Pairing: Namjoon / Hoseok Word count: 15k Summary: When Namjoon's life starts resembling one of those stupid teenage movies, he begins to wonder whether he's a damsel in distress or a knight in shining armor. Nothing Hoseok does helps Namjoon figure them out.

Hoseok's sister is two years older than them, a pretty Miss Sunshine because it seems like sun-like smiles are the trait of the Jung family, and on a few occasions Hoseok had to remind Namjoon with a jab to his ribs to stop looking at his sister like he's planning to marry her and that if Namjoon even thought of making a move on her, Hoseok would personally chop his dick off. It was probably just an empty threat, but Namjoon isn't too keen to testing that out.

“She's nice.”

“Just nice?” Hoseok retorts, eyebrow cocked.

“Pretty too. C'mon, she's the female version of you. What do you want me to say?”

Besides it being easy, being friends with Hoseok prepared Namjoon to expect the unexpected and the last year, the year that they spent hanging out together, was full of surprises. So it doesn't really catch Namjoon off guard when Hoseok leans forward, his elbows on the table, chin resting on his palms, and bats his eyelashes at Namjoon.

“Do you think that I'm pretty too, Namjoon-ah?” Hoseok asks, voice sweet, full of syrup. He tilts his head just slightly, bangs falling in his eyes. His lips are stretched in a smile with no teeth showing.

Namjoon rakes his brain for a snarky reply, but his palms are sweating because the temperature is rising with every passing second and his heartbeat is thrumming in his ears. He can't force himself to look away from Hoseok and all that he manages to say is a small “yeah”, a whisper, barely.

But this catches Hoseok off guard and he stares at Namjoon for a moment that stretches for too long before the familiar grin takes up half of his face. Maybe his bright smile could make Namjoon look away from his red cheeks.

“You're not so bad yourself, stud,” he jokes.

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let me burn (you are fire)

Pairing: Jimin / Yoongi Word count: ~2.2k Summary: Water and wind usually get along. All great storms were combination of the two and Jimin wanted him and Yoongi to become one.He never thought that Yoongi would be fire.

When Jimin runs his fingers up Yoongi’s spine, over the ridges, Yoongi shivers and Jimin presses his lips against the soft skin behind Yoongi’s ear.

“I like this. The way you react to me,” he whispers and Yoongi turns his head just enough to kiss him. Lips on lips, careful not to bruise, not to bite even though Jimin looks gorgeous with rosy, warm lips.

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Jimin / Jungkook Fic Masterlist Pt. 2

Part 1 (30 drabbles) can be found here. Click on the (x) to be redirected to the story. ^^

i. Jimin lends Jungkook a pencil nearly everyday and it's not a big deal since they're cheap, but he's starting to get suspicious. (x)

ii.  “Hi, I’m Park Jimin, your welcome committee since our wonderful coordinator Seokjin couldn’t bother to move his ass from the office on this hot day because it’s bad for his skin or something like that. You’re Jeon Jungkook, right?” (summer camp au in which the kids ship their instructors) (x)

iii. He wants more – lights, runways, campaigns, billboards, photoshoots, magazine spreads; all things that make life worth living, his life, because when your value equals to the number of sold copies of High Cut and the number of Instagram followers, you want more. (model au) (x)

iv. Jimin is a deity banished from the pantheon to the mortal world and Jungkook is the human who ends up having to take care of him. (x)

v. “This won’t work,” Jimin tells him on a cold winter afternoon as the snow falls on the city. “Don’t say that,” Jungkook counters. (x)

vi. Jimin has sweaters in almost every colour but not a single one of them is as warm as Jungkook’s even though they’re a little too big for him. He steals them anyway. (height difference au) (x)

vii. When Jungkook’s YouTube channel reaches 100.000 subscribers, he decides to change things a little bit, to add a little bit of extra something between vocal covers and his original choreographies. (x)