BTS? BTS

AttilaTheHun on AO3

[dayofkaryn]

BTS as prevailing theories why Twitter accounts are getting suspended left and right:

HS: Spamming the hashtags

NJ: Not marked as fan account

JK: Special characters in name

TH: The Law finally caught up with us

JM: Pic of Bangtan in profile

SJ: Too many blocked accounts

YG: Um, Twitter is collapsing, what did you expect??

[dayofkaryn]

Social medias:

Twitter: dayofkaryn

Post: dayofkaryn

Discord: dayofkaryn#4726

Mastodon: I don’t know how to fucking use this place but still dayofkaryn. Server is federatedfandom.net

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ART AND ARTIFICE

Park Jimin’s whirlwind fairytale of an inaugural season in London is abruptly ended when his older sibling passes away, forcing him to return to the country. His release from a summer of mourning coincides with the arrival of Mr Kim Taehyung, whose freethinking Romantic notions chafe against Jimin’s well-mannered upbringing. Can Mr Kim’s natural charisma win over the pragmatic debutant… even when truths are finally revealed?

Rating: T No warnings apply Work-in-progress currently at 12k+

Inspired directly by @dayofkaryn​’s tweet on BTS as male Regency tropes and the stubborn determination to include them all within a single story and possible sequel

main vmin

side sope

yoonmin / vhopekook besties

minimoni brothers(in-law)

ksj not appearing in this fic but gets regularly namedropped anyway 

this is for the Austen and Heyer fans!

Read on Ao3

[dayofkaryn]

2seok 33

"I'd like to buy you a drink," says a deep voice at Hoseok's elbow.

"No thanks."

He stares at his current glass more intently, trying to keep his face neutral. He'd come to this bar specifically because it wasn't a pickup place, because he really just wanted to have a quiet moment to himself after a long day.

But the guy doesn't take the hint. "You should at least check me out first."

"I'm good," says Hoseok. "Thanks all the same."

"Think about what you're missing out on."

"I always do," says Hoseok.

"I'm a great guy."

Hoseok shrugs. "Still not interested."

"Damn," the guy says, and Hoseok frowns. The voice is a little different, a little… "If you'd just looked up I would have sailed in there. I'm very handsome, you know."

Hoseok rolls his eyes, smiling against his will as he finally looks over. The man next to him grins broadly and brushes his hair out of his eyes as he sits down. And he is very handsome, just as advertised.

"Seokjin," says Hoseok. "What are you doing here?"

"A little bird told me you might need a friend," says Seokjin.

"Who -" says Hoseok, then sighs. "Jimin."

"Jimin!" says Seokjin. "He couldn't come himself, so he sent me. And now I've learned that I can't actually pick up anyone in the world, which is a real blow to my resume."

He says it lightly, as a joke, but Hoseok flushes with embarrassment anyway. "Sorry about that."

"About what?" says Seokjin.

"Being rude," says Hoseok. "I didn't know it was you, but still."

Seokjin's smile fades. "You can be rude to anyone you want when they're pushing something on you that you don't want. Especially in bars, and especially me."

"Yeah," says Hoseok. "That's true."

"Men are shit!" says Seokjin, pounding his fist before signaling for his own drink.

That's good distraction for Hoseok, because mostly he agrees but when it comes to Seokjin he doesn't agree at all. And he's been wondering if there's something there, which Jimin well knows and is almost certainly why he sent Seokjin over, and now Hoseok's accidentally blown him off.

He pulls out his phone and text Jimin some threatening emojis, berating him for not warning him, and Jimin predictably sends him a bunch of sex ones back and no apology at all.

"So, do you actually want to be alone?" asks Seokjin. "Jimin says you can't be trusted to drink alone, but you seem pretty smart to me."

"No, it's fine," says Hoseok. "Though I don't know about smart."

"Oh I do," says Seokjin. "Handsome, too."

"Stop it," says Hoseok, laughing. "I don't need a pep talk."

"I disagree!" says Seokjin. "You don't give yourself nearly enough, from what I've seen. I know we've only known each other for a few weeks, but I can tell the amount of compliments you give out versus the compliments you get is way out of proportion."

Hoseok considers. "I don't think so. I mean, people are nice to me."

"Nice to you? Nice to you?" says Seokjin, pounding his fist again. "That's tremendously inadequate! You should be at a hundred to one ratio of receiving to giving, Jung Hoseok! Nice isn't going to cut it around here. And if those slackers out there aren't going to do it, then I will."

"Oh my god, please don't," says Hoseok, but he can feel the pleasure spreading across his face.

Seokjin rolls up his sleeves and sits up perfectly straight. "If you'd accepted my drink perhaps I'd listen, but I can only be rejected once a night or I get a complex. Now, first, you are very tidy. Dirt stands no chance against you. Second, the fashion. The fashion is key! I don't understand it but you always look great. Third -"

Hoseok tries to duck away, rubbing the back of his neck, but Seokjin reaches out and grasps it gently. When Hoseok looks up he's closer, and Seokjin's eyes are kind.

"How many more do you have lined up?" says Hoseok, resigned.

"As many as it takes, of course," says Seokjin.

"That could take all night."

"Maybe. But for you?" says Seokjin. "I have all the time in the world, Jung Hoseok."

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69, Hobi + ? (Namseok)

When Namjoon had pictured this, when he'd dared to picture anything even remotely close to this, it hadn't been nearly this expensive.

"I'd like to try the Balenciaga's next," says Hoseok, smiling cheerfully at the equally cheerful saleswoman. She's getting a hell of a commission today. "And you said you have some of the limited edition Vuitton's?"

"Of course, sir," she says. "We saved them for you."

"For me?" says Hoseok. He places his hand over his heart, fingers delicately brushing his sweater. "That's so kind, thank you!"

The saleswoman assures him it's nothing, then wanders across the to gesture for her assistant salespeople to scurry around getting all of the shoes that Hoseok wants. And Hoseok apparently wants all the shoes.

Namjoon is in awe.

"Can you take my picture, Joonie?" says Hoseok.

He unfolds from his low chair like reverse origami, limbs and hands and feet appearing and disappearing like magic before Namjoon's eyes. He has some pair of ludicrously expensive sneakers on his feet, big and ugly and cool, and when he holds out his phone Namjoon almost drops it.

"Maybe over here," Hoseok mutters to himself.

He's gone in an instant, assessing the angles, before he moves a potted plant into a corner and scoots a funky sign next to it. He crouches down, one leg kicked out to the side, then looks up at Namjoon expectantly.

Namjoon's mouth is dry but he jerks into motion, holding up the phone and crouching down himself.

"No, no, no," says Hoseok. "Stand up. Use all that height to get me a cool shot."

He grins wide, and to most people he'd look like he's making a friendly joke. But Namjoon sees the deeper light in his eye, the not-so-innocent appreciation behind it, and heat rushes through him. He stands up, earning a broader grin, but it gives way to a penetrating stare as Namjoon starts snapping.

Hoseok monitors them all when he's done, snugged up next to Namjoon close enough to feel but not quite touching, and Namjoon grazes his fingers against the soft weave over his arm as he fusses with them. He finally nods, satisfied, and leans infinitesimally nearer. 

"When I said I wanted to take you shopping, this isn't exactly what I meant," says Namjoon, low and quiet.

"What did you mean?" says Hoseok, just as soft.

"Maybe some antique places," says Namjoon. "Old bookstores. Vintage shops."

"Mmm, sounds nice," says Hoseok. "Aesthetic. We can go there next."

Namjoon smiles. "You're so good at this."

Hoseok looks up at him, curious and lovely, and Namjoon can't believe he's his. He can't believe they're just like this now, that when he needs to feel balanced and whole that Hoseok is already within reach.

"At what?" he says now. "Shopping?"

Namjoon's voice drops to a whisper. "At being my boyfriend."

"Joonie!" says Hoseok. "Not here."

"But somewhere else?" says Namjoon, eyebrows raising.

Hoseok's cheeks get just the slightest bit red, and he laughs. "Oh yeah. We'll definitely find somewhere. But for now, shoes."

He dances away, looking once over his shoulder, and Namjoon follows like a joyful kite fluttering in the breeze.

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Yoonmin 11

"That's wrong," says Yoongi.

Jimin doesn't turn around. "Shut up."

"You misspelled the file name."

"Shut up!" says Jimin. "Don't you have your own work to do?"

"Sure," says Yoongi.

"So go do it."

"I'm taking a break."

Jimin growls. "Then take it somewhere else."

"I'm helping," says Yoongi. "You missed a semicolon."

"You are the worst person I know," says Jimin.

"But the best developer," says Yoongi.

He sounds smug. He always sounds so smug! If he wasn't so… so… whatever he is, Jimin would have decked him by now. But he did miss that semicolon, so he scrolls back up and fixes it as reproachfully as he can.

"Good work," says Yoongi, and Jimin pictures himself wadding Yoongi into a little ball and stuffing him in his pocket. It helps.

"Look at this collaboration," says a looming presence over the cubicle wall, startling Jimin out of his reverie. "It brings a tear to my eye."

Seokjin, unlike Jimin, isn't rumpled and harried with their looming deadline. He never is. Neither is Yoongi, come to think of it. They both stay handsome and put together no matter what's going on around them.

"We have an opportunity, my lovelies," says Jin. "At least one of you does. A contract with one of the biggest companies in the world, looking for our best developer to add new features to their platform. And when I hear ‘best developer’, I know exactly where to go."

He tosses two identical folders on Jimin's desk. "Specs! Look it over. We need a proposed solution by the end of the week, and a wireframe end of next. Good luck to you both!"

Seokjin vanishes before Jimin can even think to respond, and when Yoongi reaches past to take his copy Jimin whirls around.

"I want to win," he says.

"So do I," says Yoongi. "Sounds like a good revenue stream."

"No!" says Jimin. "I mean I need to win."

"Okay," says Yoongi. "I don't see what that has to do with me."

"It always has to do with you!" says Jimin. "You mess with me! Don't mess with me. I worked my ass off all year to get on Seokjin's radar, and he finally came over to give me the big project, and just because you were sitting here too doesn't mean this was for you. Okay? It's for me! He didn't even know you were here."

"There were two folders," says Yoongi, but Jimin dismisses that with a flick of his hand.

"And I'll fucking - I won't even sleep, this week. I'll come up with the best interface the world has ever seen, just me! Because this job is my life, right? It's the only thing that matters, doing this well, and you might not care about all of that but I do! Hard work beats talent, or it should, and just because you're some kind of genius doesn't mean you can have whatever you want. You can't!"

Yoongi stares up at him, mouth slightly parted. He doesn't look cowed, though he should, but at least he doesn't look smug anymore either. He seems like he wants to say something, but he stays silent, and Jimin huffs.

"I'm going to finish up what I'm doing, and then I'm going to get started on my project. You should leave that other folder here, it might be different and I need to have all -"

"Do you want to grab dinner with me?" says Yoongi suddenly.

Jimin, derailed, blinks at him. "What?"

"Dinner," says Yoongi. "Tonight. It's going to be a late one if we want to get some code laid for the proposal."

"We?" says Jimin.

"Yeah," says Yoongi. "If we work together I bet we can knock it out of the park."

"But… we're supposed to compete."

"Says who?" says Yoongi. He's not smiling, but amusement lights his eyes from within. "Jin? I didn't hear that. He said he wanted the best. I think that's us. The both of us, I mean."

"But you said it was you," says Jimin, still not sure if this is a trick. 

Yoongi shrugs, one shouldered and quick, then scratches his knee. "Well, I was trying flirt with you, wasn't I?"

Jimin snorts. "Were you? I think you've got some improvement to do on that front."

"So teach me," says Yoongi. "And I'll fix your semicolons."

He grins then, finally, and Jimin smacks him in the arm. But when he leans over to grab his jacket, he's grinning too, and he mentally uncrumples the Yoongi in his pocket and sets him free. And really, he's pretty cute, and he definitely knows how to code.

Yeah, Jimin thinks to himself as he gets settled. Yoongi's waiting in the aisle, patient and steady, but his fingers tap eagerly on the wall. I think it's worth a shot.

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Namkook 75

Namjoon doesn't know how ended up at this club, but Taehyung is probably the cause.

"You go to the party, and then you go to the after party," he yells over the music. "You're V and I and P, so it's the rule."

"I'm about to be TKOed from exhaustion," says Namjoon. "Can't I leave?"

"Nope," says Taehyung. "But you can head to the back room for a break. Take this! It will make you inconspicuous."

He sweeps off his purple beret and plants it on Namjoon's head, seemingly without irony, and Namjoon can't help but smile as he tries to escape. He gets looks, because he's tall and unaccountably famous, but no one approaches which is good. It's great. It's been a long-ass week in a long-ass year, and all he really wants to do is sleep.

But he pauses. He pauses before the promise of that quiet room behind the quiet door and leans over the railing of the upper section to watch the mass of people below. It's hot, and he's tired, but this energy is the only reason to be here at all.

One man in particular catches his eye, wearing an animal print jacket despite the pressing heat of the club, vibrant and laughing and dancing his heart out with sweat dripping from his brow. He looks like youth and joy, like the beginning and end of all things, and Namjoon can't help but try to borrow some of that for himself for a moment.

He's also insanely hot, and the realization that he's less staring and more ogling has Namjoon shaking his head and moving on.

The back room always sounds illicit, but it's mostly just quiet. He's the only one in there, and he sinks into a comfortable chair and does his breathing exercises, battling back the headache creeping up behind his eyes. It almost works, though he wonders how long Taehyung will let him stay back here alone.

When the door opens he expects to see an angry manager, but instead it's a familiar animal print jacket and a handsome, breathless man. He has tattoos running across the back of his hand, which Namjoon hadn't hadn't known before, and he's half-risen in shock before he knows what he's doing.

"I'm sorry!" the man says immediately. "I didn't know someone was in here. Jin said I could come in."

"Who's Jin?" says Namjoon, still gobsmacked, but the other man doesn't seem to hear him.

"Oh my god," he says, eyes as wide as the moon. "You're RM."

"Sometimes," says Namjoon sheepishly. "I'm not always trying to be."

The guy cocks his head, then nods rapidly. "Oh right! Got it. Sorry."

He turns around to leave, and Namjoon jerks forward of his own accord to touch his shoulder. "No, wait, I didn't mean you have to go. You can go, obviously, but you don't have to go. Um."

There's a long moment of silence underpinned by distant bass until the other man grins a sweet grin that underlies his sex on legs aura.

"I'm Jungkook."

"Hi," says Namjoon. He feels electric, all trace of his former exhaustion gone, and his own smile must be just as sweet. "This will sound like a line, but I saw you dancing earlier and you were great."

"I like lines," admits Jungkook, eyes crinkling. "And that hat. Mind if I hang out for awhile?"

"I'd mind if you didn't," says Namjoon, and Jungkook laughs, and Namjoon falls in love just like that.

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Yoonmin 22

Jimin leans forward onto his knees and says, "I think you can do better than that."

It's bait, of course, and Yoongi would usually be immune to that sort of thing but Jimin's wearing a shirt with a shimmering metallic sheen that's very distracting. Yoongi is distracted, and that's the only reason he doesn't scoff and tell him to get out.

"You just need to give a chance," he insists instead. "Look, listen to it again. There's a sympathetic beat underneath the main beat that gives it a feeling somewhere between two-four and six-eight that guides you -"

"Oh my god," says Jimin, rolling his eyes. "Is this math? Are you doing math, right in front of me? Nerd."

"Music is math," says Yoongi. "And don't pretend like you didn't get top scores, Mr. Class President. That's how you know who the real nerds were, the ones who wanted power over a classroom."

Jimin just smiles, slow and amused, and Yoongi realizes how fast he's talking and shuts up. And somehow Jimin gets closer, impossibly so because he's already stretched seemingly as far as a person can stretch.

"There's nothing wrong with being the one everyone likes," he says lowly, and Yoongi shivers. "You like me, don't you?"

"Not at all," says Yoongi, and Jimin laughs.

"Play me your song again," says Jimin. "And then come out with me. We can dance, and you'll see that music doesn't have anything to do with math."

"It does," says Yoongi weakly.

Jimin closes the final gap, lips brushing against Yoongi's in a dangerous promise.

"Nerd," he whispers again.

[dayofkaryn]

BTS as rom coms:

Seokjin: While You Were Sleeping, an impulsive lie inspired by the longing for a stranger’s handsome face leads to absolute chaos

Jimin: The Holiday, hot people halfway around the world switch lives with each other on a whim and charm the fuck out of everyone they meet

Hoseok: When Harry Met Sally, a hyper- Type A personality and an effortlessly charming personality ruthlessly repress their mutual attraction for years

Namjoon: Princess Bride, creative subversion of classic fantasy tropes, a happy ending, and goddamn if you won’t quote it forever

Taehyung: How To Lose A Guy In 10 Days, two beautiful people locked in an escalating war of insane lies realize they’re made for each other

Yoongi: My Best Friend’s Wedding, deconstruction of the rom com, where the most perfect romance is the friendships that sustained us

Jungkook: Miss Congeniality, a hot, stompy, big-booted federal agent employs sparkling eyes and dangerous martial arts to save lives, lift spirits, and find love

[dayofkaryn]

I searched for Jhope and got this.

I searched for Hobi and got this.

Seems like this place is horny? Yeah?

[dayofkaryn]

I am already so fucking overwhelmed by this place, I’ve got a million notifications and no idea how to respond to anything but I am trying so hard I swear.

I apologize for myself because this whole tumblr thing is gonna be like when we got my grandma a laptop so she could read the family update emails without one of us printing them out for her, except when she replied to them she would put approximately 15 line breaks between every sentence because she got too excited with the enter key and didn’t know how to backspace.

[dayofkaryn]

Since tonight feels like a wake, my last semi-viral tweet, for posterity, before I have to learn how to put crisp gifs on every tumble.

BTS as AO3 commenters:

HS: There for every single update

NJ: Comment is as long as the fic

TH: “I don’t usually comment but”

YG: Just lists quotes he liked

JK: In vocal agony from the pining

SJ: Review put in the bookmark

JM: Screams, says will come back with more later, doesn’t

[dayofkaryn]

BTS as these whimsical porch rocks

[dayofkaryn]

BTS as things I can’t figure out on Tumblr:

SJ: How to turn off email notifications

JM: If I’m actually following someone

YG: There are so many ads?

HS: Optimal tagging

JK: Livable color palette

NJ: Difference between a note and a comment

TH: Knowing what is happening when

[dayofkaryn]

“BTS as things I don’t understand about Tumblr” coming soon!