tell me if it’s over
rap monster/v | pg-13 | currently ~3k words
Namjoon doesn’t know what to make of it. It wouldn’t be the first time Taehyung pulls a prank on him, funny or not, but the unfamiliarity is a little too convincing. Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind AU.
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suga/v | pg-15 | ~870 words
yoongi wonders how many inches two friends normally have between them when they sit side by side.
title from bangtan's tomorrow
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taehyung shouldn't be showing up on his doorstep; they don't have the right over each others' parts of life anymore. but taehyung does show up, asking if he can come in, whispering last time, hyung when yoongi hesitates and please when yoongi stays silent. it's the fifth last-time on taehyung's part; not that yoongi's one to talk, because he'd ended up on taehyung's hands for a last-time more often than taehyung has. if he's being completely honest, yoongi's an hour away from driving to taehyung's place and knock on his door.
yoongi allows taehyung in, letting him rub his smell on the bed all over again. why he goes straight to the bedroom in the first place, yoongi doesn't really understand. it's what he always does when he comes by; it's what yoongi doesn't care to ask because he doesn't know if he'd like the answer. yoongi isn't sure what to feel about having to wash his bedsheet again, or if he really wants to do it at all. he imagines sleeping would be a lot easier if he can fool himself into thinking taehyung is next to him.
taehyung sits on the edge of the bed, yoongi keeping his distance by leaning on the doorframe watching him. taehyung fidgets with the hem of his shirt, and, "how are you, hyung?"
"i'm okay," yoongi lies. if he really is, he wouldn't be thinking about pushing taehyung on the mattress and kissing him until moring comes, but there are things taehyung doesn't need to know. like how during his meals yoongi still wonders who's going to make taehyung eat his vegetables now. or how he thinks, rationale aside, he wants to get back together.
taehyung hums, eyes darting down to his fingers. yoongi can tell he's not okay, maybe worse off than yoongi is, but as always, he has nothing to offer, except, "do you wanna go out and get some food?"
"no, hyung," taehyung quickly replies, lifting up his head and trying to look yoongi in the eye. he manages for three seconds before his sight returns to the floor. "i—ah. let's watch tv, hyung," he mutters.
yoongi considers this. watching tv should be okay; friends watch tv together all the time. he leads the way to the living room, calling at taehyung with an "okay" as he walks. taehyung tails him, taking a seat on the other end of the couch. yoongi wonders how many inches two friends normally have between them when they sit side by side.
there's nothing on tv; nothing more interesting than taehyung, anyway, so yoongi steals a glance at taehyung and sees the way he stares blankly at the screen. "you're not even watching," yoongi states. taehyung turns around and faces him, and yoongi half regrets saying anything.
"yeah," taehyung mumbles. "yeah, hyung, sorry, i—" yoongi notices the way taehyung grips too tightly on the yellow cushion they bought on house decorating day last year. the one taehyung fought for even when yoongi had insisted that it's against the flow of the room. yoongi realizes now that it only fits well if taehyung's around. "i shouldn't have come," taehyung finishes. he stands up from his seat and heads towards the door, repeating apologies under his breath.
yoongi catches taehyung's wrist as he passes. taehyung stares at his hand, then yoongi's face; perplexed, questioning. "but you did," yoongi says. he tugs on taehyung's hand gently. "stay," he whispers.
yoongi doesn't know if they like being together or if they just don't like being alone. he wonders if it makes a difference. yoongi pulls taehyung to the spot next to him, and there isn't anything but their clothes between them this time. taehyung looks at him, searching his face; for answers, for assurance, for permission, yoongi doesn't know. yoongi leans in and presses his lips on taehyung's because he knows taehyung will never have the courage to. yoongi doesn't care if he's wrong; even if this isn't what taehyung has in mind, at the very least yoongi gets to kiss him again.
taehyung kisses back, needy, rough, and, for once, exactly what yoongi wants. he pushes yoongi down the couch, mouthing along his jaw, and yoongi has trouble breathing. he wishes that it doesn't have to be all or nothing with taehyung, because at this moment he realizes he only wants the physical contacts without the emotional burden. "bed," he manages as taehyung slips a hand under his shirt.
taehyung pulls them both up, stumbles their way towards the bedroom with his lips still hungrily kissing yoongi's. yoongi lets taehyung push him to the bed and watches taehyung take off his shirt before climbing on the bed with him. taehyung's smiling now, giggling as his kisses get slower and gentler. yoongi starts wondering why taehyung can never really be what he needs.
yoongi tells his mind to shut up, stop thinking about tomorrow. but tommorow he will wake up to taehyung's fingers stroking his face, and his smile greeting yoongi good morning, hyung. he will remember how much taehyung cares about him because taehyung won't be able to hide it. yoongi will back up because he can never return that kind of affection. taehyung will carefully mention getting back together during breakfast and yoongi will make up excuses so he won't have to say the real reasons out loud. taehyung will leave. yoongi will question if he should have been selfish and just say yes to getting back together without ever being sure of his feelings for taehyung.
taehyung sucks a bruise into yoongi's neck and yoongi loses all his thoughts. tomorrow everything will fall back from the start and happen all over again. yoongi pretends not to care for now.
jhope/suga, (sort of) suga/v | pg-13 | ~750 words
yoongi hates weddings. especially when it’s his own, and he’s locked in his dressing room because his wedding planner has a fucking crush on him.
[!] mentions of violence as empty threats? idk
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yoongi hates weddings. especially when it’s his own, and he’s locked in his dressing room because his wedding planner has a fucking crush on him.
“hyung if i can’t have you then no one can!” taehyung yells dramatically.
yoongi sighs. he should have been downstairs ten minutes ago. hoseok is positively fuming. “look, taehyungie,” he tries. “i don’t think this is an ideal time to be yandere.”
taehyung gasps a little. “you even know that word,” he breathes. “where else am i gonna find a man as perfect as you?”
yoongi believes the answer is nowhere, but before he can tell taehyung, someone comes banging on the door. “min fucking yoongi,” a voice growls. hoseok is positively fuming. “i swear to god if you pull a runaway bride on me i’m going to fucking cut your fucking pretty legs.”
“don’t you dare!!!” taehyung screams, standing in front of yoongi protectively. if this weren’t his wedding day and taehyung weren’t keeping him hostage in his dressing room, yoongi would probably think it’s cute. he still thinks it’s cute, but hoseok sounds like murder and it’s hardly the time.
“taehyung?” hoseok sounds startled. “min fucking yoongi i swear to god if you’re pulling a the wedding planner on me i would—”
“he locked us in,” yoongi cuts impatiently. “stop sending me death threats and control your fucking wedding planner.”
silence. “did you lost the key?” hoseok asks finally, sounding confused.
“that, uh,” yoongi trails. he watches taehyung looking around the room, scanning for a way out. “that’s not exactly the case.”
“i’m sorry hyung i can’t let you marry this fine man,” taehyung declares. “i must have him for myself!”
yoongi presses his fingers on his temples. this is too much drama for his entire lifetime. he waits for hoseok to explode.
“kim fucking taehyung,” hoseok roars. taehyung flinches a little. yoongi flinches a lot. “i’ll have you know i’m not as nice as i seem to be.”
“that is the truth,” yoongi confirms. taehyung turns around to look at him, and yoongi humors him with a nod.
hoseok is still fuming. “let my fiance out!!! i will hurt you!!! i am entirely capable of doing that!!!”
“that is also the truth.”
“who do you think tops in this relationship!! it is i, jung hoseok!!!”
“entirely irrelevant and unnecessary, but also the truth.”
taehyung still bravely stands in front of yoongi, nervous but determined. yoongi wonders if he’ll ever get out at this point. he groans at the thought of rescheduling the wedding, or planning an entirely new one. wedding planning is the worst. never again.
“taehyung,” comes hoseok’s sweet voice. he only sounds like this when he has evil plans. yoongi silently prays for taehyung’s life. “i will burn,” hoseok singsongs, “your entire manga collection.”
taehyung gasps. “you wouldn’t dare!!” he bravely challenges. no, don’t do it.
“okay what do we have here,” hoseok says. he sounds inappropriately excited. “you can do it, sawamura!,” he reads. the way colors drain from taehyung’s face physically pains yoongi. “i’ll tell you what sawamura can do, he can burn!”
in between hoseok’s manical laugh, yoongi watches the door fly open. hoseok is actually holding a comic book open, a lighter ready on his other hand. yoongi wonders if it’s safe to marry him.
taehyung runs to hug his manga and hoseok rushes to hug yoongi. “i thought i lost you,” he whispers.
yoongi bops him on the head. “i’m banning romcoms from now on,” he states. “let’s get married, now.”
*
the wedding goes smoothly without any other kidnap attempts. namjoon and seokjin fill their best man speeches with declarations of love for each other and yoongi can only hope that the guests remember who the real grooms are.
taehyung still looks a little shaken, the copy of harlem beat that almost became ashes clutched closely to his chest. yoongi smiles apologetically at him when he catches his eyes. taehyung looks startled but significantly better.
jungkook and jimin start the first tune of their wedding song, and yoongi reluctantly follows hoseok for their first dance. hoseok is glowing, and smiling, strangely brighter than usual. yoongi didn’t think it was possible.
“congrats on your marriage,” he tells hoseok, grinning.
hoseok laughs. yoongi thinks it’s safe to marry him. “congrats on your marriage,” hoseok echoes.
on second thought, now, yoongi loves weddings. especially when it’s his own and hoseok is shamelessly kissing him in the middle of the dance floor. and nobody minds.
suga/v | r | ~650 words
yoongi is someone straight out of a sad john mayer song and taehyung sometimes questions why he stays.
note: title from john mayer’s song, naturally. also psa, don’t date the john mayer type.
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taehyung calls yoongi and asks about dinner tonight. yoongi claims he isn’t in the mood. taehyung knows to just wait for tomorrow.
now browsing through his pile of delivery menus, taehyung thinks about how his relationship with yoongi started out of mutual pain of being left by their exes. taehyung has a penchant for falling for the people closest to him, and when things fell apart with jimin, he went to yoongi for the company. they moped together over poorly prepared japchae for nights after nights, sometimes at yoongi’s place, some nights at taehyung’s. yoongi became his best friend and taehyung naturally fell. when yoongi kissed him first, smiling as he pulled away, taehyung believed it was one of the best day of his life.
with hindsight, taehyung should have known better. yoongi’s break up was terrible and he was still terribly hung up on namjoon. taehyung should have known better than to ask if they could at least try, and yoongi probably should have known better than to agree. but maybe they’re both afraid of losing each other’s company, so came the label boyfriends.
happiness lasted one month before namjoon started sending yoongi text messages, offering to be friends again. yoongi broke and the relapses were difficult. he apologized everytime he called namjoon’s name instead of taehyung’s during sex, but after it happened for the tenth time, taehyung told him it’s fine and please stop apologizing. taehyung gets used to the name and instead feels a strange unfamiliarity when yoongi moans “taehyung”.
taehyung decides he wants chicken. he reaches for his phone but stops when he hears a knock on the door. taehyung frowns, wondering if he has unconciously called for delivery. it wouldn’t be the first time.
“changed my mind,” yoongi says from the other side of the door. it wouldn’t be the first time, taehyung finds himself repeating in his mind. yoongi lifts a plastic bag on one hand, grinning. “i hope chicken is okay?”
taehyung doesn’t think anything is prettier than yoongi’s grin. he opens the door all the way and lets yoongi in. dinner is nice and the kissing that comes after is even nicer. yoongi fucks him hard on the couch and actually screams taehyung’s name, and everything feels right.
“i love you, hyung,” taehyung mumbles when yoongi falls on top of him, panting. taehyung wonders which yoongi comes today; the one who would smile and whisper i love you, too while kissing him softly, or the one who would abruptly roll off taehyung’s body and dress to leave. taehyung finds yoongi’s lips pressing on his slowly, mouthing sweet words of love, and taehyung sighs, both in pleasure and in relief. yoongi pulls away and smiles at him, and taehyung hopes that they can stay like this for longer than a week this time.
yoongi is someone straight out of a sad john mayer song and taehyung sometimes questions why he stays. he tries to fool himself and say that it’s for the food. or for the fucking great fucks. but it’s definitely probably for the way yoongi tilts his head to the right when he smiles, impossibly cute and sweet. taehyung loves cute and sweet.
yoongi falls asleep and taehyung watches the tiredness in his hyung’s face. he wonders if yoongi saw namjoon again today, and if it had been an amicable encouter or one with too much sexual tension on yoongi’s part. taehyung wonders if yoongi is still as hung up on namjoon as he was yesterday. he did, after all, get taehyung’s name right this time. maybe he’s over namjoon.
satisfied with his deduction, taehyung stops staring and lays down, smiling as he closes his eyes. sleep comes too late and he hears yoongi moan namjoon’s name in his sleep, louder than he did taehyung’s. taehyung scolds himself for being a fool.
suga/v | g | ~530 words
one second delay before taehyung flashes his wide grin. yoongi still knows he’s upset.
note: for sophie; i’ll do better next time lmao
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taehyung calling
answer with video
“hey,” he greets first. the sadness is apparent.
one second delay before taehyung flashes his wide grin. yoongi still knows he’s upset. he says nothing. “hey, hyung,” taehyung greets, the excitement isn’t real. “how are you?”
“bored,” yoongi replies. it’s easier to pretend boredom although he has three papers due monday. he doesn’t need taehyung cheering him up. “what time is it there?”
taehyung glances at the corner of his screen. “3 a.m,” he says, grinning when yoongi frowns at him. no need to pose the question of why taehyung isn’t in bed. “can’t sleep,” taehyung adds, a little more quiet.
it’s the same reason three days ago. and the monday before that. yoongi wonders if he should ask. “i got a cat,” yoongi tells him instead. taehyung perks up at this. “you wanna see him?”
taehyung nods too excitedly; no surprise there. yoongi meows to call his fat orange cat, who lifts its head slightly before going back to sleep. yoongi grunts before leaving his seat and forcefully picks up the lazy pile of fur.
“like owner like cat?” taehyung asks with a hint of a laugh. yoongi grumbles although he’s glad to hear that the laugh is sincere. “never knew you’re the type to have pets, hyung.”
“i’m not,” yoongi mumbles, stroking his cat just so it stays still. the cat purrs in satisfaction. yoongi snorts. “it’s just too quiet sometimes,” he adds, only slightly louder than a whisper.
the sadness is apparent, again. but only for a second before taehyung grins, again. “you’ll be okay, hyung,” he says. he yawns, and yoongi notices for the first time the dark circles under taehyung’s eyes, definitely bigger than on the last phone call. “you’re doing great alone.”
i’m not, yoongi can almost hear the rest of taehyung’s sentence that he must have decided to leave out. i’m not, yoongi keeps his reply to himself. taehyung doesn’t need yoongi’s problem on top of his own. “we both are,” he lies.
“we both are,” taehyung echoes, lying all the same. taehyung smiles and yoongi misses seeing it in person, where he could ruffle taehyung’s hair and hug him, offering a silent you’ll be okay that he knows taehyung needs right now. yoongi returns the smile because it’s the best he can do.
yoongi wants to ask what’s wrong. he should ask how he can help make taehyung feel better. “you should sleep,” he says in place of consolation. he doesn’t have words to offer for the problems taehyung won’t admit having. this is how they work.
“i should,” taehyung agrees with another yawn. yoongi lifts up his cat and forces it to wave at taehyung; a little extra attempt to make him laugh. taehyung laughs and waves back. the cat growls angrily and leaps off yoongi’s lap. “thanks, hyung.”
yoongi smiles. i miss you dies down in his throat. “don’t get sick,” he says instead. taehyung smiles as a reply. for a second yoongi wishes he knows how to comfort people. for a second he wishes taehyung knows how to share problems.
jin/rapmonster | pg-13 | ~625 words
“Well, why the hell not,” answers Namjoon.
fill for this prompt on btsmeme, alternatively i entertain my sister Too Much
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Today, Namjoon believes, is just another Thursday; a warm morning in the middle of March after months of unforgiving cold weather. Namjoon isn’t sure what is happening. He’s positive that he hasn’t done anything terribly wrong this week—no Mario figurine was lost, no precious family heirloom was broken, and no laundry was forgotten. He’s also sure that nothing has gone terribly right this week. The TV is still broken, the Wi-Fi still won’t work after 2 a.m., and Seokjin still overcooks his lava cake.
Namjoon can’t, for the life of him, pinpoint the trigger to this moment.
"What was that again?" he decides to say. He’s probably going to regret not choosing to just pretend he didn’t hear it, or to walk away from breakfast, but right now, he’s honestly too confused to properly act.
"I said," Seokjin repeats, picking up a piece of egg from his plate as calmly as any other Thursday, "have you ever thought about getting married?"
It sounds just as weird as the last time. “Huh,” is all Namjoon manages. Not really is the actual answer, but now that it’s brought up, Namjoon has to admit that little kids running around and annoying Seokjin while he’s making breakfast is a really nice thought. Namjoon smiles a little.
"Are you thinking about it right now?" Seokjin asks with a little laugh, his head tilted to one side and his eyes crinkled into crescents. Namjoon thinks of the last time he’s seen Seokjin this beautiful. It was earlier this morning when he’s drying his hair and blushed a little from Namjoon’s quick peck. Seokjin is always beautiful.
"It would be great," Namjoon decides. "I guess?"
"Yeah," Seokjin agrees. "Do you wanna?"
Namjoon laughs. He thinks it’s nice that they’re talking about marriage just as casually as discussing grocery shopping. “Yeah,” he says, his hand reaching across the table to entwine his fingers with Seokjin’s. He flashes a grin at his boyfriend. “Yeah.”
Seokjin stands up from his seat and pulls Namjoon up. “Today?”
Namjoon cocks his head, more amused than surprised. “Well, why the hell not,” answers Namjoon, leaning in for a kiss that Seokjin gladly agree to. “I can skip work,” he whispers, “Yoongi wouldn’t mind.”
"Should we invite them?"
"Yeah, probably," Seokjin wouldn’t stop kissing him. "Or probably not, I can’t think when you kiss me like this."
Seokjin laughs, and kiss him some more.
*
"Hyung, I’m getting married," Namjoon can’t hold back his grin.
"Stop being an idiot and get your fucking ass to work," Yoongi grumbles from the other end.
"Gee, thanks for the support," whines Namjoon. "I’m serious hyung, and you’re invited."
For a moment all Namjoon can hear is silence, then come the footsteps and rustles of keys and doors being shut. “You guys are honestly the dumbest couple I know,” Yoongi grunts. “And I’m acquainted to Taehyung and Jimin, so be very ashamed.”
Namjoon laughs, then waits.
"Text me the address, I’ll pick up Hoseok," Yoongi says. He sighs before continuing, the smile almost apparent in his voice. "Congrats, Namjoonie."
"Thanks, hyung," Namjoon replies.
Next to him, Seokjin is already in his suit and tie, and Namjoon thinks that they’re both overly-dressed for a simple marriage registration. “Yeah, wear your suits, Kookie,” he says before hanging up his phone. He turns to Namjoon and smiles.
"Yoongi hyung said we’re dumb," Namjoon informs him as they walk to the car.
Seokjin chuckles. “Jungkook said the same thing,” he says, “maybe we are?”
Namjoon stares at Seokjin, who is still half laughing as he puts on his seatbelt on the driver’s seat. Honestly so beautiful. “Even if we are,” he says, invading Seokjin’s space as he steals another kiss, “at least we’re dumb together.”
heart out
900 words ~
rated s for slap me
note: this is a sequel (sort of) from bcnf3nf’s fic that she wrote for me for bangtanexchange. i guess you have to read that first to make it all clear.
yoongi’s love for hoseok is a metaphor.
hello i'm the recipient of cant remember to forget you! i'm sorry it took me this long to thank you (i was meaning to message you weeks ago but i couldnt find your blog) but thank you for it, it was achingly beautiful i had to stop for a lot of times to hold my chest. thank you very much for writing it! also if you allow it, can i write something based from it? like sequel idk thanks again!
hello!!! ;u; i was wondering if you got to read the story. i’m glad you did (and that you liked it)! :> i’m so sorry i couldn’t write you taekook ;;;u;;; i wanted to but i was just feeling the namseok more (do i make sense idk).
anw, yes! of course! i’m glad you liked the story enough to want to write something out of it! i look forward to reading the story ♥♥♥
rapmonster/suga | pg-13 | 10 9 one sentence fic meme
one sentence of angst, au, crack, smut, future fic, first time, fluff, darkfic, hurt/comfort, ust
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angst
somehow, being in the relationship makes them feel more alone.
au
everything changes everytime he wakes up—he’s a cop then he’s a pilot, a stay-at-home dad then a prisoner—but there’s always a constant in namjoon’s every lifetime, and that’s this guy who greets him the day of his twentieth birthday, with a lazy smile and a nod, going, “i’m yoongi.”
crack
the silver lining to namjoon snoring in the studio, yoongi finds, is that he got a new bass for his mixes (“what’s this from,” namjoon asks the next morning, “i love the sound of it.”).
future fic
as it turns out, his and namjoon’s solo projects make group meetings a lot more more fun; especially when everyone starts placing bets on whose album is going to sell more.
first time
“are you sure?” is always namjoon’s question—back when they had their first kiss, held hand the first time, met each others’ parents, and even now, ten minutes before walking down the aisle (a grumble of i wouldn’t be here if i weren’t is always yoongi’s answer).
fluff
“i hate you,” yoongi tells him with a fond smile, pulling him by the tie into a kiss.
darkfic
[!] implied character death
yoongi can see namjoon, tied up and covered in blood on the other side of the glass wall, and the voice behind him whispers, “you did that.”
hurt/comfort
“don’t,” namjoon hisses at him, but yoongi proceeds to hugging the taller boy, because namjoon can cry and he can explode, but there’s no way yoongi’s going to leave him alone.
ust
three years in, and namjoon still has trouble catching the beat everytime yoongi finishes his verse, because who the fuck can concentrate when yoongi sounds just as hot as he looks, spitting curses in white t-shirt and way-too-thight jeans.
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