never never fall

Kim Seokjin. 23 year old human. Model/Actor.

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just so all of you know, i will be keeping both seokjin and wonho in the directory, though they will both be on a temporary hiatus. i will slowly but surely make my way through my current replies though! thank you for your patience<3 i hope to see all of you still past our little reboot ;-)

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☾ first impressions -

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mxhoseok:

maybe if it had been another time, if the future hadn’t turned out to be against hoseok’s favor, he could have counted this as mutual flirting. or maybe not, but it still manages to get hoseok’s lips spreading wider, curling upwards to the point that his eyes are crinkled enough to almost be gone.

“you wouldn’t…!” he dramatically exclaims, putting a hand over his heart in feigned shock at the threat towards his own image. “i’m not even the squeaking type— okay, maybe i’ll scream— but never squeak!” he’s half-joking at this point, his chest light from the prospect of making a new friend. maybe he’ll thank jimin later instead of scold him, if this ends up worth being ditched by his own boyfriend.

“that sounds great,” he agrees with a firm nod, grinning from ear to ear. “maybe i’ll grab some tips from you watching how you present yourself.” he’s definitely fully joking (maybe… 99%), but he’s already excited for the day, already heading for the door.

“i didn’t know jimin knew you, though—” he remarks, looking back to the older male. “he’s never told me about it.”

Seokjin quirks an eyebrow at Hoseok, a small little smirk growing on his lips as he replies. “Do you really think I wouldn’t? I’m nothing if not a man of my word, Hoseok-ssi,” He pauses then, fighting laughter at Hoseok’s exclamation. “Oh yes, that’s so much better, I’d much rather you scream about it.”

He shoots a quick smiley-face text to Jimin, a thank you of sorts, for something out of the ordinary to give his day a happier spin. It’s not the same as seeing Jimin, but it’s a joy all on it’s own. Seokjin hums in agreement at Hoseok’s thinly veiled compliment, attempting not to preen over the compliment. 

“You already look just fine, but if you’ve got the money to spend and you want to dress like it, then I can certainly help you out.” He agrees. 

Seokjin takes pause when Hoseok comments on not knowing about just how Seokjin and Jimin had met. He coughs into his hand, eyebrows raising in concern. He hadn’t really expected Hoseok to not know, and this wasn’t the most ideal of places to announce it either. 

“Well, we... we had a very mutually beneficial relationship- we didn’t date, of course, but it was something of a... give and take. I met him in a ramyun shop, you know.” 

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solo; starless nights

Ever since Seokjin had come to learn about the reality of the world around him- without the rose colored glasses and ignorant upturn of his nose- he began to notice many more things about many more people than he would have before. That’s not to say naturals were making themselves obvious to him, per se, but the amount of hostility in the air sometimes is almost tangible. 

When Jimin had filled him in on everything, Seokjin wasn’t sure he’d believed it at first. He’d been skeptical, if only just a little bit, and frankly pretty scared. Not scared of the people he sees day to day, not scared of the people living honest, hard working lives. Just of his own ignorance, and of having to reevaluate the world as he knows it. (But he always had liked fairytales, so his younger self would have been plenty thrilled to find this out all those years ago.)

It’s late though, after a long day of work and work and work, and the only thing on Seokjin’s mind is getting home and going to bed. Of course, that doesn’t mean that as he’s stepping out of his building, the muffled grunts he hears just fly right past him. There’s some indistinct yelling, and Seokjin’s stomach drops. It’s much too dark and Seokjin is far too tired to be getting involved in breaking up a fight, but he swears he can make out the word merfolk amongst the garble and there’s something in him telling him not to just let it go. 

He palms the phone in his pocket, hands shaking as he inches closer to the source of the violence, in an alley of all things (because of course it is). As he moves closer, he can see one figure throwing punches at another, who’s curled in on themself on the ground, arms raised defensively over their face. It makes Seokjin’s blood boil. 

Of course, he forgets that if he can see them, hear them, then there’s a high chance they’re much more aware of his approach than he’d like them to be. When he finally approaches the alleyway, the assailant turns and glowers at him. 

“Don’t get involved- just keep walking and act like you didn’t see anything,” His voice is hoarse, shaky, and there’s something vulnerable in it that makes Seokjin recoil. “Just, keep going, okay?”

Seokjin looks from the man down to the person on the ground, studies their trembling figure, the hard set of their fists, and then back again. 

“I can’t do that,” Seokjin counters, trying his hardest to keep his voice from shaking. “I really can’t let you just keep beating up that innocent person- I’ll have to call the cops if you don’t leave.”

The man looks aggravated, and for a moment- however fleeting- Seokjin half expects him to start swinging at him. He doesn’t though, thankfully, and his anger isn’t enough to attack a stranger who’s done nothing other than get in his way. Seokjin watches him warily as he passes, bumping Seokjin’s shoulder hard as he goes with an aggravated curse word or two spat in his direction. 

Really, it could have gone worse. 

Seokjin approaches the person on the ground slowly, cautiously. “Hey, I’m gonna call an ambulance, okay? They’ll get you taken care of, right? Is that okay?”

When they shake their head, finally lifting it for the first time and Seokjin catches sight of the panic there, he feels his heart clench. He feels useless, really, and there’s no way he can just leave them there. Seokjin looks away for a moment, pondering and then back to them. He’s about to offer something stupid, like hey, I’ll patch you up then, when the person is already dragging themself to their feet. 

“You really shouldn’t have gotten involved, you know...” 

Seokjin opens his mouth to comment, and is shushed by a tired, bloodied excuse for a smile. 

“But thanks.”

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( / text to ; jin ♥ ) Glad you think so! I will just study without all the homework and teachers. I always liked studying. I've read encyclopedia for fun before! ( / text to ; jin ♥ ) Anyways I did have a small random question ( / text to ; jin ♥ ) Why didn't you tell me Jimin was staying at your place? I didn't even know you knew him ( / text to ; jin ♥ ) I met up with him at your place. We had to talk about some things.

( / text to ; namjoonie💕  ) lol joonie you’re so cute, that doesnt surprise me at all- should i start buying you encyclopedias then?

( / text to ; namjoonie💕  ) oh? i didn’t realize i never told you

( / text to ; namjoonie💕  ) i guess it slipped my mind or something? i cant believe you didnt know i knew him, i talk about jiminnie all the time!!!

( / text to ; namjoonie💕  ) like, he’s my best friend. maybe you just didnt realize i meant that jimin?

( / text to ; namjoonie💕  ) either way, its not a big deal, jiminnie has stayed over before but im sorry for the confusion :( 

( / text to ; namjoonie💕  ) and dw he can have whoever he wants come over since its basically his place too right now! 

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the more you know `

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mxnamjoon:

  namjoon allowed seokjin to pull him along because quite frankly, he would have been fine to just stand there. he probably would stand there for a long time until his legs gave out because moving seemed like a lot of work. being forced to move was a lot easier than forcing himself to move.

   he looked up at seokjin because how could he not. the other was holding his face, after all. he looked at the other with a desperate look because those words are exactly what he wanted to hear. seokjin was good at that, but namjoon knew they weren’t just empty words. the other meant them and namjoon knew that.

   “i…,” his voice caught in his throat. the words were there and they wanted to come up, but he suddenly worried something else would come out. while he believed the other, would seokjin eve think namjoon would have ever done something so horrible? even if it was accident? there was no way seokjin would think he would do that, right?

   swallowing back the sickening feeling in his stomach, “few… weeks ago… i was kidnapped on m-my way home from work… i got k-knocked out. w-when i woke up, i was… underwater… b-but i wasn’t drowning…. it wasn’t just me… maybe twenty of us… i knew some of them… my best friend and his boyfriend… some other people…”

  he closed his eyes as he remembered waking up and thinking, stupidly, he was a fish. he almost laughed at himself, but he couldn’t force himself to do. “merfolk… kidnapped us, s-seokjin. i still… don’t fully u-understand why, but they did. i-i’m not crazy! merfolk are real! they… they’re all real… vampires, werewolves… witches… all of it… they’re real.”

Seokjin listens quietly, that sinking feeling in his gut intensifying as Namjoon continues to stumble through his explanation of what’s got him so hurt. It makes sense. Seokjin still remembers when Jimin had shown up on his doorstep, soaking wet and shivering and fragile, and now that he’s paying attention, Namjoon isn’t any different save for the lack of wet hair and wet clothes. 

“I know you’re not crazy, Joonie.” He settles on saying after a moment, holding Namjoon’s gaze. He knows, of course, because Jimin had filled him in on what had happened to him and some others on that night- he just didn’t know one of those other people had been Namjoon. His Namjoon. 

It’s a strange feeling, having no idea what to say in a moment where the other person desperately needs those right words, where Seokjin wants nothing more than to be able to tell him what he needs to hear. He smooths his thumbs over Namjoon’s cheekbones, takes a small shaky breath before speaking again. 

“I can’t even imagine how scared you must have been, Namjoon,” Seokjin murmurs, still at a loss. What the hell is he supposed to say? I’m glad you’re alive even though it’s fucked you up real badly? That’s not comforting at all. 

“Do you wanna tell me what happened down there? I mean, I won’t pry if it’s too much to talk about but you seem like you need to... get it off your chest. “

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( / text to ; jin ♥ ) Don't freak out or anything. I'm fine but I'm thinking it is best to drop out of school. ( / text to ; jin ♥ ) I'm going to miss it but I am getting no where. ( / text to ; jin ♥ ) Even though I was only telling you through a text I feel so relieved. ( / text to ; jin ♥ ) I like this :)

( / text to ; namjoonie💕  ) i wont tell you not to do it, because this is your life and you’ll make whatever decisions you want to regardless of what i say

( / text to ; namjoonie💕  ) but im really proud of you for making such a big decision like this

( / text to ; namjoonie💕  ) i’m sure it was difficult- but it’s always there if you want to go back again, of course!

( / text to ; namjoonie💕  ) thank you for telling me <3 you’re still just as wonderful and important with or without a college degree right now or in the future

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down and dirty `

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mxnamjoon:

   “i’m hurt by that. i could totally be the dark knight if i want-,” namjoon was ready to argue and assure the other he could be very mysterious if he tried, but his voice caught in his throat. he watched the other kiss his hand and then made a noise of surprise when the other bit his hand (more like nipped, not that namjoon minded).

   he stood there for a few seconds before he brain started working again and he followed the other to the car, “well, i guess. but that was still a friend date. do friend dates count? well…, friend dates don’t end how that ended… so maybe not…”

   the male got into the car and pulled out the address he wrote down. he leaned forward and started messing with the GPS on seokjin’s car as he put in the address, “regardless, i can promise you that no one has taken you on a date like this. it’ll be fun. and if not, you can force me to do something i don’t want to do cause that is what a good boyfriend will do.”

   he didn’t even realized he called himself seokjin’s boyfriend because he was just so focused on inputting the address, “I… think i wrote this right… i’m not sure if that is a two or five…,” he mumbled to himself as he reread the address. “no! that’s right. ha.”

Seokjin can’t help but giggle at Namjoon’s attempt at defending his nonexistent title as the dark knight, a wave of affection rushing over him. His gaze softens, playfulness giving way to something tender and sweet when the little sound that Namjoon makes reaches his ears. He’s so cute. 

“That was certainly not a friend date, but it wasn’t an official date either, I’ll give you that. I really like how it ended, though.” He leaves out how he wishes it’d ended in a little bit more fun, not wanting to pressure Namjoon at all, and instead settles for reaching out to link his pinky with Namjoon’s. 

“I believe you, Joonie-” He grins at the younger’s promise, resisting the urge to roll his eyes because he’ll love any date Namjoon takes him on regardless of what they do, and Namjoon seems intent on convincing him of something he already knows. Seokjin is about to finish his statement, something about something he can’t seem to remember because all his mind is filled with is Namjoon calling himself Seokjin’s boyfriend. 

He can’t bring himself to be embarrassed at the way his cheeks heat up, though the way his heart skips a beat is a little bit shameful. Seokjin thanks his lucky stars that he lives in an area where it’s easy to pull his car over and park it for a moment (he sure hopes they’re not on a time crunch) because Namjoon said he’s Seokjin’s boyfriend.  

Seokjin turns, slowly pulling at his seatbelt to give himself enough room to lean across the console and kiss Namjoon again, a little less quickly than he had when the other had shown up at his door. He knows it’s much more shy than he usually is with his kisses, but his heart is beating so loudly he can only hear it and the tiny voice in the back of his mind is telling him that maybe Namjoon said it unintentionally, given how calmly he’d gone about it. 

Maybe it’s best not to comment on it just yet. If Namjoon says it again, then he’ll mention it. No need to rush to conclusions, right? He clears his throat then, gives a bashful smile and starts the car towards their destination again. “You just looked kissable, sorry.” 

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☾ first impressions -

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mxhoseok:

hoseok is just about to get up and head back to his apartment until seokjin’s coughing interrupts him, immediately jerking his head towards him out of concern. seokjin’s speaking at almost a million miles a minute, and it takes a while for him to register what he’s saying until he also realizes it—

he first exhales a breath of disbelief, then chuckles at the situation he’s placed himself in. he’ll definitely have a word about it with jimin later.

“i mean, i’m always up for making new friends—” he says, laughing again, not sure what he can’t believe; the fact that jimin would set them up like this, or the fact that he’s about to befriend a fucking hot-shot celebrity. “am i a good enough substitute for park jimin, you think? sorry to tell you, but i don’t have his squishable cheeks.” jimin’s probably shaking his fist at them right now wherever he is, shaking his head at how hoseok’s already starting to tease his existence already.

he internally shakes with laughter just imagining it.

“why don’t we indulge in what jimin wants then?” he says, getting up from his seat and smiling down warmly at seokjin. “i mean, i promise i won’t freak out on you or anything. i’m not that kind of fan, even though i really like your stuff.” a grin. “what are you up for?”

Seokjin laughs at Hoseok’s comment about his lack of fluffy cheeks, fighting back the urge to reach out and test that theory for himself. “They look plenty squishable, actually, but you’re right I don’t think they’re quite up to par.” He gives a playful pout, holding it for a moment before his smile breaks through once more. 

Thank god Hoseok is easy to get along with. 

“But I wouldn’t worry about being a substitute for Park Jimin, you’re doing just fine as the very real Jung Hoseok, adding on any more might make you lose your charm.” Seokjin teases, wagging his finger. Jimin was right when he’d said his boyfriend was a very sunny guy. It was refreshing, really, to be around someone who smiled so much- made Seokjin want to smile more too.

It is a little bit funny, hearing Hoseok call himself Seokjin’s fan, given that the older wouldn’t have expected him to be, but he’s still grateful nonetheless. It doesn’t make him bashful like it used to, of course, though he definitely appreciates it.

“I didn’t peg you as the fanboying type,” He raises an eyebrow, lips pursed as he fights a laugh. “But alright, I’m gonna hold you to that- if you so much as squeak though, Hoseok-ssi, I’ll make sure to let Jimin know what kind of reputation you’re earning yourself amongst his friends.”

“We could walk around and shop, maybe. I could always use new clothes. I’m up for whatever, though, if you have anything better to suggest.”

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the more you know `

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mxnamjoon:

   namjoon didn’t move until seokjin was pulling him up. he just didn’t want to move, but he allowed the other to lift him up. he couldn’t look at the other. he couldn’t pretend anymore. the guilt was eating him alive. the mistakes he made. he wasn’t the same person anymore. he was kidnapped and he stole someone else’s life. what was he going to do?

    seokjin just wanted to care for him to make sure he was alright. he was thankful for that, but no words wanted to form. he closed his eyes for a moment before he chuckled, but it wasn’t out of humor. he shook his head, “i’m…. you wouldn’t believe me….”

    if he told seokjin what had happened, would the other believe him? that he was kidnapped and was underwater for hours and killed someone and allowed another to die because he was weak? how would seokjin look at him. he wanted to tell the other. he wanted to unload everything that was weighing him down. he couldn’t live like this.

   “i don’t want you to leave me…,” he sounded pitiful and that was not something he liked.

Seokjin’s eyebrows pull together in worry at the small, sad voice Namjoon is speaking to him in. It’s too reminiscent of the one Jimin has been using lately, and it makes his chest ache. He smooths his his hands over Namjoon’s shoulders, down his arms in a soothing manner, before it dawns on him that they’re very much in public, outside, on the sidewalk. 

He pulls Namjoon over to the nearest alley- because in broad daylight like this, with his car a good block’s walk away, he can’t have anyone deciding to come get pictures of him and Namjoon with how fragile the latter is. Once they’re safely out of view, Seokjin cups his cheeks with both hands, leans in closer and rests his forehead against Namjoon’s. 

“Kim Namjoon, I’ll believe you because you wouldn’t sound so heartbroken over a lie, and you should know that I wouldn’t leave you. Not over something that’s hurting you like this. No matter what it is, okay?”

And he really means it. There’s not a doubt in his mind that whatever Namjoon is going through would make him need to run away, or even consider it.

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❝cooking by the book.

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naturally, as someone who didn’t have a lot of free time on her hands, cooking wasn’t exactly high on her priority list. jiyeon knew her parents would sometimes spend hours cooking for dinner, and sure she could cut up vegetables and meat ( although not… prettily ), but beyond that – nothing. it was just food that tasted good, and that was all she cared to know. fast food and home cooked all seemed the same to the young woman, so she never bothered to look all that deeply into it.

when expressing the matter to a classmate who needed a shopping partner, her friend cried out in shock, “you don’t know how to make shrimp carbonara?” jiyeon blinked up innocently from her phone, completely unaware of the scene they were creating in the store. her friend was simply being overdramatic for no reason, as usual. “no? to be honest, i hardly even know how a rice cooker works…” her laughter was shy and short, pushing her bleached blonde hair out of her face. “i’m uhm, busy with school and work, so i hardly even have time to experiment in the kitchen.”

a short pause followed her, then she asked very, very quietly, “is it difficult to make?”

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Under most, if not all circumstances, Seokjin tends to mind his own business. He doesn’t make a habit of eavesdropping, nor does he particularly enjoy sticking his nose where it doesn’t belong. Of course, those are most circumstances, and most circumstances don’t include passing by a pair of strangers and getting scared within an inch of his life when one of said strangers yells about the other not knowing how to make shrimp carbonara. 

Seokjin, thankfully, manages to bite back the loud yelp of shock- though his hand does fly up to his chest, much to his embarrassment- and he can’t help but stop dead in his tracks. Shrimp carbonara is one of the easiest dishes to make, outside of prepackaged foods, if he does say so himself. It’s restaurant quality for nowhere near the price and minimal effort. 

Most circumstances be damned, Seokjin turns and glances at the pair, pondering. He shouldn’t blow his cover like this. He shouldn’t go out of his way to make himself known in a market, of all places, yet here he is, opening his mouth over food because he can’t quite help himself. He’ll consider it his good samaritan act of the day, or something equally as ridiculous to qualm his worries. 

“It’s not hard to make, if you have a recipe.” 

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‘Flower petal admiration

Yoongi liked rainy days. He liked the rainy days where it was just a calm shower, all cloudy and gray, but still bright relaxed. It was the kind of rainy afternoon where the downpour wasn’t so bad. He could open his windows– which he had this morning right when he got up, and listen to the soft hum of the raindrops and just tend to his flowers.

Rainy days also meant lazy days. No one really ventured out too much and that meant his shop usually sat bare of customers– except for the overly loyal. 

Though, he has yet to see any of those today. It’s not something that really bothers him, however. He’s content sitting here at the little table behind the counter area, sipping his tea and idly skimming through a book a french poetry he’s been meaning to crack open for quite some time. 

The flowers are all happy– he can feel the magic buzzing in the warmest of ways. It’s just enough to steer off the chill the rain should bring. It’s all just enough. 

Yoongi doesn’t notice it until the gladiolus start bending– something he picks up on almost instantly and it can only mean one thing. Gently closing his book, he takes his time, pulling on his sweater and taking off his reading glasses, tea left abandoned at the table because sure enough when he stands and shuffles to the front there is the one and only Kim Seokjin in his shop. 

“Ah–” A little smile of pure fondness plays at his lips. “Look who decided to grace my shop with their sweet presence.” 

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Seokjin can’t help the wide smile that spreads on his lips when Yoongi greets him, a bright laugh slipping out. Yoongi always has a way of making him feel light as a cloud, so at peace and appreciated; he’s created the feeling of a second home in his quaint flower shop. 

“Oh? Is there a mirror you’re looking into that I can’t see?” Seokjin jokes, tone bright and teasing. “Or did another guest come in right behind me?” He spares a glance over his shoulder then, feigning surprise when there’s no one there. By this time, he’s up to the counter, placing the little lunch container he’d brought atop it and nudging it towards Yoongi. 

“Looks like the mirror is the winner.” Seokjin laughs as he files through the crossbody bag he’d brought with him, searching for the little post-it’s he’d made the night before. Some are empty for new important information, though most are filled with questions. 

“Are you sure you aren’t tired of your impromptu teacher job by now, Yoongi? I’m sure it must be funny to you that I always bring these in,” He gestures to the post-its. “But your work is so fascinating and you have a way of bringing even the simplest of facts into a new light. You make me seriously consider gardening in addition to the small collection of plants I’ve got now.”

In lots of ways, Yoongi himself is a lot like the flowers in his shop. He’s delicate looking, sure, but there’s a quiet air of dignity about him, a gaze as sharp as thorns, and a smile as soft and sweet as the prettily unfurling petals. Seokjin has considered offering to give Yoongi his manager’s number, because someone with his looks could easily make it as a model, but somehow he doesn’t think Yoongi would enjoy that line of work anywhere near as much as what he does here, in his own little world. 

(Seokjin can’t really blame him, though.)

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down and dirty `

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mxnamjoon:

   when the other opened the door and greeted him, the other smiled. naturally, his dimples appeared as he looked at the other and he easily leaned int other kiss without much thought. he’s gotten used to the affection he received and he didn’t mind it in the least. at the beginning, it was a little awkward, but after you make out and make it is obvious how excited he got afterwards, he found he can’t be very nervous anymore.

   “suddenly mysterious? i’d like to think i’m very mysterious. like batman mysterious. sulking in the night, saving the citizens of busan from villain - and sound like a gigantic dork,” namjoon laughed easily, something he missed being able to do. he found after they talked, he was in a much better place again.

   he reached out with hesitation and took seokjin’s hand in his hand tugged the other with him. he felt bad for making seokjin drive, but he had no car and taking the subway on the date didn’t sound very fun, nor was taking a cab or an uber. letting seokjin drive was the only option. at least namjoon wrote down the address. “but no, i’m not going to tell you. trust me. it’ll be fun. i have everything planned. i know, sounds terrifying, but i worked really hard to make sure this is a lot of fun. movie and dinner dates are for like fifth date territory.”

    namjoon smiled brightly again as he pulled the other along. he just hoped seokjin actually liked the date.

Seokjin rolled his eyes and laughed, shaking his head at Namjoon’s definition of mysterious. In what universe would Kim Namjoon be batman? He flicks Namjoon’s shoulder, sticking his tongue out as he does so.

“You’re not mysterious at all, but I like it like this. You’re cute and obvious.” 

He pulls their linked hands up to his lips and brushes his lips along Namjoon’s knuckle, looks up at Namjoon through his eyelashes. In a moment of silliness, he opens his mouth and bites where he’d just had his lips before releasing Namjoon and walking around to get into the car. 

“Namjoon, I hate to break it to you, but movie and dinner was our first, albeit unnoficial, date. Does this mean we’ve skipped that far ahead...?” 

Seokjin shoots Namjoon a wink and starts his car up, pulling out of the driveway slowly as he waits for Namjoon to pull up the directions. 

“I’m sure it’ll be fun though, I trust you.” 

[mxjimin]

* it’s over, isn’t it?

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mxjimin:

jimin appreciates the warmth, he does. seokjin has always been one of the most comforting and steadfast people in his life, and now is not an exception, especially with all the crushing pain weighing down on him. the moment seokjin opens that door– just takes a look at him– jimin breaks, tears flooding out like a shattered dam. by the time seokjin’s got him in a hug, jimin’s already choking out sobs, clinging to him desperately. “he– hyung, h-he’s–”

hoseok is gone. hoseok hurt him. hoseok has hurt so, so many people. hoseok is gone. hoseok is gone, and so is jimin’s heart, and it just hurts. jimin can’t manage the words to come from his mouth as he gasps against seokjin’s chest, probably staining his shirt, on the verge of hyperventilating– all he can do is moan, only crying harder and trying to bury his face further into his shirt as if he could hide from it all.

he sees the concern on seokjin’s face, when the elder pulls back to just look at him. he sees it all, and it only makes it worse, realizing how bad this all is. he’s a mess– just seeing seokjin’s expression says that, and jimin chokes on another whimper, grip tightening on his shirt as he squeezes his eyes shut so he wouldn’t have to see it anymore. (the world still smells like salt, overbearingly so, almost to the point of revulsion. he remembers beating his hand on hoseok’s chest, desperate, begging him not to say the words he was– trying, so hard, to keep believing in what they had.)

jimin’s glad when seokjin releases him, just so he can’t see that look anymore. it’s too much like hoseok’s expression of concern, before he realized too late what he had done. it’s too much.

it’s easier than he expected to just let seokjin lead him down the hallway, his smaller hand in seokjin’s massive one. he’s still crying, snot clogging his nose and little whimpers tripping out of his throat every couple of seconds, but he drags his feet after the elder regardless, unable to muster any feeling other than it hurts. he can’t focus on anything– the only thing grounding him is seokjin’s hand, while everything else seems blurry, unfocused. the sun is up by now, thankfully– it’s warm. it’s warm, as opposed to the cold of the water, and the feeling is nice.

(hoseok was warm. hoseok was like a ray of sunshine in his life, and suddenly, jimin can no longer enjoy the heat, the brief sobriety dipping back into despair.)

changing is harder, though. seokjin is so sweet and kind, and jimin just breathes in a shaky breath when the older male hands him the clothes before turning away, always the gentleman. peeling off the clothes– which are still wet, salt and salt clinging to him everywhere, even when he tries to wipe it away– almost results in him succumbing to hysterics again, but he manages, leaving them on a pile on the floor. seokjin’s clothes are huge and warm, and jimin just waits for seokjin to collect him, standing in the same spot with a miserable look on his face. he can’t even match his smile– he can’t even try, lip quivering instead as tears threaten to fall again.

“i,” he says, gaping for a moment before sniffling again, eyes welling in seconds, and he just takes a shuddering breath, trying so hard to keep it together. “i j-just– it hurts,” he whimpers, vague and nondescript, not even looking seokjin in the eyes as he squeezes his own shut, shivering right there as though he was still thousands of feet under water. “he’s– hoseok, h-he…”

he just can’t say it, breaking into another broken noise, free hand going up to hold his face. fuck. fuck.

Seokjin reaches out to move Jimin’s hand from his face, softly pulling at it before replacing it with his own hand. Jimin’s tears seem endless and Seokjin’s heart is breaking over and over again because what kind of horrors must he have seen to be so devastated? He gently wipes at the younger boy’s face, using his free hand to push Jimin’s hair back. 

His hair is still wet, colder than Seokjin had expected it to be upon touching it, but at least he’s got dry, warm clothes on. It’s more than a little concerning though, because where the hell could Jimin have possibly been that he’s like this now? It doesn’t make sense, not when summer has yet to end- if anything, he should be burning up like he usually is. 

“He’s what, Jiminnie?” He murmurs, pulling back only to gather Jimin up into his arms. “Did Hoseok... did he hurt you, Jimin-ah? You can tell hyung, no matter what it was. You’re okay, you’re okay.”

He tightens his grip on Jimin as he moves slowly, steadily over to his couch, sitting them both down without moving the other from his lap. Seokjin keeps one arm wrapped around Jimin, twining the fingers of his other hand with Jimin’s. Jimin feels so fragile like this, as if he’ll shatter if he’s left under the pressure of whatever’s tormenting him, and Seokjin wishes he could do more than watch and hold out his hand for Jimin to cling to. 

“Jimin,” Seokjin tries again, rubbing shapes onto Jimin’s back with his palm. “What hurts? Who hurt you?”

He’s absolutely lost, both in what to do to help Jimin (his sweet, strong, unbreakable Jimin who’s been reduced to shaking and holding onto Seokjin like he’ll disappear if he doesn’t) and in what to say beyond gently prompting Jimin to speak. 

“If I could take the hurt for you, Jimin, I would,” He whispers, pressing his lips to the top of Jimin’s head. “You don’t deserve to be so miserable. You didn’t do anything to deserve this, I’m sure of it.”

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mxhoseok:

hoseok has to shut up the moment he hears his own name coming through seokjin’s lips, and he gives him the most incredulous look, eyes wide and mouth open. “y-yeah, how do you know—” he’s shocked, really shocked honestly, considering how much of a celebrity kim seokjin is— unaware that someone like him had been aware of his presence.

and then it clicks in him. he almost laughs at the fact that it hadn’t been completely obvious until now, taking the puzzle pieces together, amused by the coincidence. “jesus, was jimin just unaware that he scheduled to meet with both of us on the same day, at the same time?” he shakes his head, knowing it’s a normal mistake— but still, he had been looking forward to a date with his boyfriend and he certainly doesn’t want to shoo seokjin away.

suddenly, his phone buzzes in his jacket pocket, and he doesn’t hesitate in giving the elder an apologetic smile before taking it out and checking his newest kakao message.

jiminnie ♡ [8:41 AM] something suddenly came up!! i’m sorry— we can do our date another time! i promise lots of kisses to compensate ㅠㅡㅠ i love you!!!

“oh, maybe he did finally remember,” he remarks with a chuckle, still looking as infatuated as ever without any trace of irritation in his eyes, looking over to seokjin. he’s not bothered by it, not at all. he’s not the only person jimin’s allowed to talk to after all. he has no qualms with jimin wanting to see other friends. “so i’m guessing he’s all yours for the day?”

Seokjin glances down at his own phone when Hoseok poses the question, a sinking feeling in his stomach. Lo and behold, there’s a message from Jimin, asking Seokjin to forgive him for bailing and promising to make it up to him another time when they’re both free. 

Of course. 

“Nope, he cancelled on me too,” Seokjin frowns, bottom lip pouting out a bit in disappointment. “Looks like we’re both out of luck, huh?”

He’s about to get up, give Hoseok a friendly little head bow, say something along the lines of oh it was nice meeting you, when it dawns on him. Seokjin nearly chokes on his drink, coughing for a moment before turning his wide eyed stare on Hoseok. (Not that Hoseok can tell save for his raised eyebrows, given that he’d decided to be one of those assholes who wears his sunglasses indoors.)

“I bet you he totally set this up,” Seokjin huffs, a smile of disbelief on his face. “He totally did! He wanted us to meet up without telling us that’s what we’d be doing. Though I’m not sure why he wouldn’t do it directly, it’s not like you don’t know about our prior arrangement, so there shouldn’t be any weirdness, right?”

Seokjin purses his lips for a moment before speaking up again. 

“Should we just... go ahead and hang out like he clearly wants us to, since we’re both here and free? Or would that be weird?”

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all of them :>

☺ [namjoonie💕 sent 11:23PM] hi joonie💞, im just texting to make sure you got home safely

☺ [namjoonie💕 sent 11:23PM] i miss you already :( i wish you didn’t have to leave so soon, i can never spend enough time with you, y’know?

☺ [namjoonie💕 sent 11:24PM] i must sound pretty clingy but you’re stuck with me and i know you like how clingy i am anyways 😋 

☺ [namjoonie💕 sent 11:25PM] i can’t wait to see you again soon~

☹ [namjoonie💕 sent 3:47AM] namjoon, you aren’t just stringing me along, right?

☹ [namjoonie💕 sent 3:48AM] can you really tell me you like me when im the one who pushed my feelings on you so suddenly?

☹ [namjoonie💕 sent 3:50AM] i know you’re a people pleaser namjoon, but please if you don’t have any actual feelings i don’t wanna do this anymore 

☹ [namjoonie💕 sent 3:59AM] it really hurts, joonie. 

♣ [namjoonie💕 sent 7:31PM] lololol we’re together right now so you wont see this til laaaater

♣ [namjoonie💕 sent 7:31PM] but lookit this cutie pic i got of youu awww youre so cute joonie >33

♣ [namjoonie💕 sent 7:32 PM] whoops! <333 hahaha/

♣ [namjoonie💕 sent 7:33PM] urso cute i wanna kiss u so much!!!! oh w9.lololo i could just do that rn

(NSFW)♥ [namjoonie💕 sent 9:00PM] namjoon i really wish you were here right now

♥ [namjoonie💕 sent 9:01PM] i miss you so much, see? ;(

♥ [namjoonie💕 sent 9:01PM] [IMG ATTACHMENT] 

♥ [namjoonie💕 sent 9:04PM] i wish that was your hand instead of mine, you always make me feel so good dont you?

♥ [namjoonie💕 sent 9:05PM] wanna make you feel good too joonie, wanna ride you just like i did the other night

♥ [namjoonie💕 sent 9:07PM] fuck i miss that feeling- come over baby please, i’ll even wear that pretty little gift we picked out… <3

!! [namjoonie💕 sent 7:09PM] kim namjoon i swear to fucking god if you don’t pick up your phone right this second i’ll make it my personal life’s mission to hunt you down and kick your ass

!! [namjoonie💕 sent 7:10PM] youd better pick up i dont CARE how it happened i just want to know why you didn’t tell me jjangu tore up my new pair of shoes!!! you should have told me!!! and no it’s not funny those shoes were a pretty penny and if you don’t pick up and explain RIGHT now those shoes are gonna go straight up your ass the next time i see you 

🔒 [namjoonie💕 sent 10:29AM] holy shit, joonie! i have a really really big role coming up soon, joonie. it’s huge. it could be the biggest budget movie of the year. can you believe it?????

🔒 [namjoonie💕 sent 10:30AM] the only thing is that i’d have to be MIA a lot. like… a lot a lot. for a couple of months at a time probably. 

🔒 [namjoonie💕 sent 10:30AM] we can handle that, can’t we?

☼ [namjoonie💕 sent 7:30AM] good morning my darling sunshine! i had a good dream last night, wanna know why?

☼ [namjoonie💕 sent 7:30AM] because you were in it~ hahaha have a good day baby i’ll try to stop in later and bring some lunch!

?? [namjoonie💕 sent 9:51PM] honestly? idk why you always do this

?? [namjoonie💕 sent 9:51PM] it gives me such a hard time and you keep doing it!!!! even when i ask you not to :-\

► [namjoonie💕 sent 11:02PM] um haha so is it normal for people to have like actual legitimate fangs that feel kinda good? asking for a friend. 

► [namjoonie💕 sent 11:05PM] CRAP joonie ignore that text!!!! wrong person :-( 

🔳  [namjoonie💕 sent 5:34PM] joonie, its been a while since we last talked, are you okay?? im getting really scared– please tell me you’re at least alive or not in the hospital or jail or worse, seriously

🔳  [namjoonie💕 sent 5:35PM] kim namjoon, please please answer me.. even just a period would be fine just anything

🔳  [namjoonie💕 sent 11:11PM] my wish is for you to come home, joonie. 

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All the texts please!!!

☺  [yoongi! sent 11:11AM] hey i just wanted you to know i’m really glad you’re in my life, i mean… i know i havent known you for all that long, but you really do mean a lot to me

☺  [yoongi! sent 11:11AM] every time i see a flower i think of you! in fact.. look at this one! 

☺  [yoongi! sent 11:12AM] [IMG ATTACHMENT] 

☺  [yoongi! sent 11:13AM] have a great day, little flower!! :) 

☹ [yoongi! sent 2:20AM] i know i pretend like all of this stuff doesn’t get to me but

☹ [yoongi! sent 2:21AM] i really wish that just once i was someone’s first choice.

☹ [yoongi! sent 2:23AM] the people who do pick me first are the ones who just want my money. they don’t care about me. 

☹ [yoongi! sent 2:23AM] sometimes, even when you’re somebody, you’re still a nobody, lol. 

☹ [yoongi! sent 2:25AM] you’re a really great guy yoongi you listen to me even when im being pathetic and whiny.. haha. 

♣ [yoongi! sent 12:00PM] heyyyyyyyyyyyyy

♣ [yoongi! sent 12:10PM] haha wwow i forgot whta i was gonna say for s ec

♣ [yoongi! sent 12:12PM] ne way, im in LA rght now, plz dont thsnk im someone who drnks at noon hahaa its like 9 here

♣ [yoongi! sent 12:12PM] at night i mean lololo;l

♣ [yoongi! sent 1:00PM] jus….. t. take care of jiminnie whil im gone ok???? he need s u. 

♣ [yoongi! sent 1:02PM] and pl,s dont hate jjoonie.. hes a good guy okj he dosesnt meant to get in2 troubl he jus does!! 

♥ [yoongi! sent 11:00PM] hey, wanna hear a dirty joke?

♥ [yoongi! sent 11:00PM] why are strawberries so kinky?

♥ [yoongi! sent 11:01PM] they’re great at edging ;)

♥ [yoongi! sent 11:02PM] its not flowers but its still gardening– i really had to think on that one!! 

!! [yoongi! sent 10:00PM] yoongi, i swear to god if you come into MY house and beat ME at mario one more time…….

!! [yoongi! sent 10:01PM] there will be hell to pay! i’m good at most things but losing isn’t one of them >:-( 

🔒 [yoongi! sent 4:00AM] i know it shouldn’t matter anymore but sometimes i wish he hadn’t chosen someone else over me quite so soon. i still miss him in ways i can’t have him anymore. 

🔒 [yoongi! sent 4:01AM] is that wrong?

☼ [yoongi! sent 8:00AM] good morning! i’ll do my best to stop by today, i have so many more questions for you, it’s almost embarrassing haha!

☼ [yoongi! sent 8:01AM] i hope muffins and coffee are okay? :) 

?? [yoongi! sent 1:00PM] i don’t want to do this anymore. 

?? [yoongi! sent 1:00PM] i’m so tired. 

?? [yoongi! sent 1:05PM] do you think they would mind if i didn’t show up to work for a while?► [yoongi! sent 5:40PM] do you really think you can threaten me with money of all things?? did you forget we have a contract? I don’t have to do anything not listed in there.  

► [yoongi! sent 5:42PM] oh fuck, sorry you weren’t supposed to see that! that’s for.. um.. business stuff ^^; please ignore it!

🔳  [yoongi! sent 8:00PM] yoongi, i really don’t know what to do

🔳  [yoongi! sent 8:00PM] i fucked up so badly and i don’t know how to fix it and i’m scared. im really scared, yoongi. fuck. i shouldn’t have done that. i should have just been the good son they’d always wanted me to be but im not and now i see what that really means

🔳  [yoongi! sent 8:01PM] haha….

🔳  [yoongi! sent 8:09PM] what kind do you ssend to beg someone to let you go to your ow n family member’s funeral?