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Someone

Word Count: 58,699

Ships: Jeon Jungkook/Kim Taehyung, side Min Yoongi/OFC

Rating: E

Summary: Taehyung was slow to come to terms with his sexuality, but he was getting there. Meanwhile, Jungkook knew exactly what (and who) he wanted, but he also thought he couldn't have it so he never pursued it. The rest of Bangtan, however, just want them to be happy.

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Homesick

Word Count: 3,970

Ships: None

Rating: T for language

Summary: Early on in his days as a trainee, Jungkook struggled to balance school and practice and living away from home. After a particularly hard day, his homesickness and all the little troubles that had weighed on him since moving to Seoul became too much to tamp down and the group comes together to comfort him.

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It was funny, even when they were young and stupid and acted like they hated each other, Yoongi had been a little fascinated with Namjoon. At first, it was because Yoongi couldn’t figure out where Namjoon kept pulling his lines from-because surely no one’s brain could just spout words like that so quickly and stay on beat, and surely the nerdy fucking beanpole they shoved Yoongi into a dorm with didn’t actually know shit about girls or parties or living a tough life. He was all fluffy hair in the mornings and sunglasses at night, and Yoongi couldn’t take his eyes off him.

“What are you always looking at?” Namjoon has asked once, when it was just the two of them in the dorm.

“Your ugly face,” Yoongi replied automatically, and watched Namjoon roll his eyes.

“Not where my face is,” Namjoon looked a little constipated, “Don’t be weird.”

The problem, though, was that Yoongi was weird. If by weird, Namjoon meant not straight-and that was most certainly exactly what Namjoon had meant at the time because for as much confidence he held on stage, Namjoon had been cripplingly insecure about himself until much later-far too late, really-in their career. Yoongi remembered random comments like that, questions about Yoongi’s lyrics and the way he dressed. Maybe he should have put a stop to all of that early on, but Yoongi didn’t really bother defending himself or correcting Namjoon until after the other members had joined them.

Namjoon hadn’t actually even said anything, but the look on his face when he found Yoongi huddled in front of his computer in a bright pink and purple sweatshirt was telling enough. “What?” Yoongi prompted, sighing.

“Nothin’, man,” Namjoon shrugged, still eyeing his sweatshirt disdainfully.

“If you have a problem with my clothes, say it.”

Namjoon’s eyes narrowed. “Aren’t you worried people will think you’re…you know?”

“No.” Yoongi deadpanned. “I’m not worried about it.”

“We have a public image to uphold now,” Namjoon reminded him.

“Then next time I wear this I’ll make sure it’s in public so that people know I don’t care.”

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A/N - Just a short little drabble, enjoy!

Jungkook had been jumping over the couch for at least fifteen minutes before Yoongi stopped scrolling through his phone and asked him why he was doing it.

“I’m practicing,” Jungkook bristled.

“Practicing…breaking the couch?”

“It’s…probably still fine,” Jungkook frowned. He was standing behind the couch again. “I think I’ve just about got the hang of this, though.”

“Of…jumping over the couch,” Yoongi repeated dubiously, rolling his eyes.

“It’s for our video,” he argued. “Come to the front and watch, okay?”

Yoongi groaned, but walked around to stand in front of the t.v. with his arms crossed, waiting.

“Okay, picture it,” Jungkook narrated. “Two of you are on the ends of the couch, and I just come up behind and-“ he swung himself over the back easily, landing with his legs perfectly crossed and his arms spread comfortably wide.

“Very smooth.”

“Right!?” Jungkook exclaimed.

“But not very impressive when you consider the fact that you had to practice so much,” Yoongi hummed. “Maybe don’t tell ARMY how many hours it took you to master this, okay?”

“Oh,” Jungkook groaned. “Don’t tell Jimin either.”

Yoongi’s face lit up.

“No-“ Jungkook’s eyes widened. “No-no-no-don’t!”

“Or I could just send the video I took to the group chat,” Yoongi shrugged, smirking.

Jungkook screamed and tackled him, and at the end of their scuffle, he thought he had managed to delete the clip, but when Jin came home an hour later, he jumped over the back of the couch next to Jungkook and crossed his legs, grinning.

“Dammit, Yoongi!”