Jungkook is lonely and cold, anywhere and always. On one Valentine's day it gets especially bad, until six strangers find him and show what being warm means.
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Pairing: Jeon Jungkook/OT7
Genre: slight angst and fluff
Word count: 1,221
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A/N: I wrote this as a thread fic on Twitter for Valentine’s Day. I kinda liked the idea and will probably expand on this sometimes later ;) I love OT7 dynamics and this was just the tip of the iceberg on that matter. Please enjoy~
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Crisp February air pinched Jungkook's cheeks when he walked by the river. He tried to shove his face deeper inside the giant scarf he was wearing, but it did nothing to chaise the cold away. Maybe it was because the cold came from within rather than the air.
He was alone. He was so alone it made him cold. On most days he was fine with it, he could deal with chilly fingers and a cold nose. But there were days when it was worse, today being one of them. It was Valentine's day.
He'd woken up shivering and not feeling his ears. He'd thought nothing of it, just put on a beanie and drank a huge cup of hot chocolate. It helped, but soon his thighs had started to tingle, like they were surrounded by icy water. Okay, he thought and put on his warmest sweats. That was more uncommon, but not so that he'd worry about it for more than a few minutes. No, it was only a few hours later, when he suddenly felt like he had a stomach full of fresh snow. That was when he checked what day it was and saw Feb. 14th written on his calendar.
On a day when the whole world seemed to celebrate love, when everything was 40 different shades of pink, and tv showed nothing but cheesy romcoms, the loneliness ran its cold fingers up and down Jungkook's spine ruthlessly.
Sometimes going outside helped to bare the cold better, even during winter, so that was what he did. He bundled up, tugged the beanie as far as it went and walked. He walked for what must have been hours and hours and hours, but the cold persisted. By the time he walked the side of the river, Jungkook was beyond desperate. He'd tried every trick he knew, but nothing helped. Why he whispered to himself and watched the air puff before disappearing. This wasn't the first Valentine's day he spent alone, so why was it this bad?
"Excuse me?" he heard a soft voice say. He didn't remember stopping, but apparently he had. He glanced to his left and found curious, soft eyes looking at him. Jungkook blinked. "Yes?"
"Are you all right?" the stranger asked. He was wearing the most ridiculous looking white fur hat, but all Jungkook could think about was how it looked so warm and he just wanted to put his hands inside it. Maybe then they'd stop turning blue.
"Yeah," he breathed instead. "Just a bit cold."
"I can tell," the stranger said softly and Jungkook panicked. The stranger noticed it and rushed to say: "No, please don't panic! I just- well, I know how it feels, so." The stranger shuffled is feet nervously. Jungkook tried to remember how to breathe normally.
"I doubt it, but thanks," he just said and turned to walk away. Suddenly a hand grasped to his jacket. He went to unclasp it, but stopped when his sight fell on the grasping fingers. They were slightly blue, just like he knew his were under the leather gloves he was wearing.
"Your fingers," Jungkook whispered and held the stranger's hand in his own. A blush appeared on his face, which now that Jungkook was paying more attention looked a bit pale, almost icy as well.
"I know how it feels, the cold," the stranger repeated and added, "I'm Jimin, by the way."
"Jungkook," Jungkook said, dumbfounded. Never had he met a person who understood the cold like he did. Jimin smiled like he knew what Jungkook was thinking. "I know this might sound odd, but I was on my way to meet some friends. Come with me, please?"
"I-" Jungkook started. Jimin was looking at him so softly, with understanding and something like hope in his eyes. And against all odds, against his better judgement, ignoring the coldness whispering in his ears, Jungkook nodded.
Jimin grasped his hand tighter and lead the way to a small, cosy cafe hidden from anyone who didn't know where to look. It bathed in soft, yellow light, comfy looking sofas and armchairs only occupied by a handful of people. Abstract paintings decorated the orange brick walls.
"Jiminah! Finally, what took you so long?" a deep, cheery voice shouted and soon Jungkook witnessed how Jimin was enveloped into a tight hug by a curly haired man.
"Oof, Tae, watch it!" Jimin giggled while hugging the man back just as tightly. Jungkook suddenly felt very small.
Ever sensitive to his surroundings, Jimin noticed Jungkook's distress. He wiggled away from Tae's bearhug and took Jungkook's hand again. He noticed how Jimin’s fingers were slightly less blue than just moments before.
"I actually found someone who could use a warm hug," he said to Tae, who looked at Jungkook with interest. Jungkook's knees felt frozen, he wanted to get away, and he wanted to stay. Taehyung’s gaze the most intense thing he’d felt in a while.
"Welcome, stranger. I'm Taehyung and my toes are freezing off." Jungkook blinked. Feeling returned to his knees.
"Are you- do you get cold too?" he asked so quiet, because he couldn't quite believe what was happening. He tried to suppress a whole body shiver and failed miserably. Jimin gently petted the back of his hand.
"We all do," Taehyung said and signed to the rest of the people in the cafe. Jungkook could see four other people looking at them, all with different states of curiosity. One of them, with dimples on his cheeks, smiled encouragingly. The man next to him also smiled, heart-shaped and showing all teeth. Across both their laps was lying a third, smaller man sleepily gazing at Jungkook. Broad shouldered man was bringing them all coffee. Suddenly there were tears in Jungkook's eyes.
"Hey," Jimin said, squeezing his hand. "I know this might be a bit overwhelming, we've all been there. Each of us feels cold, most of the time I can't feel my fingers. But when we're together, the cold goes away. And we welcome you to share that warmness, because you deserve it."
Jungkook was now full on crying, Jimin's words sounding like the best, sweetest dream he'd ever dreamed. Except that it wasn't a dream, it was real, so so real. He felt Taehyung come by his side.
"Can I hug you, Jungkook?" he asked. This time Jungkook didn't hesitate before nodding.
Taehyung hugged him just as tight as he'd hugged Jimin. It felt good, the pressure cracking the invisible ice surrounding Jungkook's body. He heard a small huff and soon another body pressed against his. Jimin's hug made the cracks in the ice get incredibly bigger. Soft murmur carried from the sofas and soon Jungkook heard the sound of four pairs of feet walking towards the three of them.
Later in the evening, when coldness was just a whisper in the passing wind, Jungkook would learn all their names and stories. How they found each other one by one and became a family. But right now, he just let himself be hugged by six strangers, who shared the ice within, who knew what it felt like to shiver and wake up with frostbites on skin. And piece by piece, the ice melted, the blue hue disappeared, and the shivers stopped. Jungkook felt warm. They all did.
Jungkook is a shy secret admirer of Yoongi, who’s a high class stripper at an expensive club, and he keeps leaving roses with cute notes every time they come to see Yoongi perform. Yoongi desperately wants to know who Jungkook is but can never really see past the lights to get a good look at Jungkook’s face.
prompt by lovely @goldenclosetkook
introduction / 10
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A/N: here it is, my first ever social media au! This post will act both as an introduction and a masterlist for the au.
disclaimer: this is a work of fiction. Do not repost.
Jungkook is a shy secret admirer of Yoongi, who’s a high class stripper at an expensive club, and he keeps leaving roses with cute notes every time he comes to see Yoongi perform. Yoongi desperately wants to know who Jungkook is but can never really see past the lights to get a good look at Jungkook’s face.
epilogue/10
for lovely @goldenclosetkook
A/N: and that is a wrap! 👏👏 A big thank you to everyone who read this au, even though finishing it took me longer than I wanted 😔 still, my warmest hugs and thanks go to goldenclosetkook, from whom I got this prompt! Hope you and everyone else liked it 😊
Jungkook is a shy secret admirer of Yoongi, who’s a high class stripper at an expensive club, and he keeps leaving roses with cute notes every time they come to see Yoongi perform. Yoongi desperately wants to know who Jungkook is but can never really see past the lights to get a good look at Jungkook’s face.
for lovely @goldenclosetkook
10 / 10
A/N: Here it finally is! The final part of the Shy Roses au 🎉🎉 Once again, I’m so sorry for the long wait. But don’t be sad, there’s still the epilogue left, and it will be posted tomorrow :)
Needless to say, Jungkook was nervous.
Yoongi hadn’t elaborated on what he wanted to talk about, leaving poor Jungkook’s imagination to roam free. He hoped that it was nothing bad, why would it be? They had both been enjoying each other’s company, blushing and flirting like no tomorrow. It was all going well and Jungkook just hoped that soon he would be able to call Yoongi his boyfriend, if only he’d get the courage to ask him.
Jungkook took a deep breath before he knocked on the wooden door before him. Yoongi had insisted on going home alone after his show to clean some things up and had told Jungkook to come by an hour later. Jungkook had spent the hour more or less panicking.
The door in front of him opened and behind it stood Yoongi smiling and fresh out of shower.
“Hi,” Yoongi said.
“Hi,” Jungkook said and gave Yoongi a quick peck on the lips after he let him in.
“So, this is my home, I’d give you a tour, but you can pretty much see everything from here, except for the bedroom,” Yoongi told him while gesturing vaguely with his hand.
“It looks nice, hyung,” Jungkook said softly. The décor was simple, but stylish. Every furniture seemed to fit together like a fine puzzle, the black couch, the glass table, the paintings on the walls.
“Oh my god, are all those CDs?”
“Yeah, I have a thing for music,” Yoongi said like it was nothing while following Jungkook to the giant shelf on the far side of the living room. Jungkook could only stare wide eyed at the collection of CDs that the shelf held, recognising only a handful of the names he saw there.
“Wait, does that have your name written on it?” Jungkook suddenly noticed. He took the CD out of the shelf and danced a few steps away from Yoongi’s frantic hands.
“Hyung! You’ve made a CD?” he yelped while staring at the front cover of it, from which Yoongi’s face was clearly recognisable.
“Mixtape,” Yoongi sighed, defeated. “I’ve made a mixtape, yes I rap, yes I’m pretty good at it, and yes it was years ago.”
“Can I listen to it?” Jungkook asked and how could have Yoongi said no to those doe eyes?
“Of course, but not right now,” Yoongi said taking the mixtape gently away from Jungkook’s hands. “Right now, I’d like you to tell me about the roses.”
“Oh, right, the roses.” Jungkook blushed and scratched his head.
“Do you want tea or coffee?” Yoongi asked.
“Tea, please.”
Yoongi smiled and nodded and, before he disappeared into the kitchen, gestured Jungkook to go sit on the couch. So Jungkook did. It was a nice couch. A very nice couch, in fact, with velvety, dark green cladding. He ran a hand on it, trying to focus on the smooth feeling instead of the nervousness churning in his stomach.
“Here you are,” Yoongi said and handed Jungkook a large black mug of still steaming lemon tea. Yoongi himself was sipping coffee from a similar mug.
“Thanks,” Jungkook muttered. “So, umm, I guess at first I bought you flowers just because I think you deserved them?”
“Is that a question?” Yoongi asked looking amused.
“No! You are the most beautiful person I’ve ever seen and when Seokjin-hyung took me to the strip club and I saw you for the first time, all I could think about was that I have to buy you flowers. Because isn’t that what you’re supposed to do? Buy flowers for the person you like?” Jungkook could tell he was rambling at this point, but couldn’t bring himself to stop, not while Yoongi was sitting right in front of him, blushing and fighting a smile.
“But I forgot to add a note to the first bouquet so I had to go buy another one, and the florist at the shop told roses would be better, so I bought a rose and attached a note to it and got back to the strip club. Except that I was again too scared to give it to you personally, so I just ended up tossing it to the stage and I wasn’t even brave enough to put my real name, just a small drawing of a bunny and – “
Jungkook couldn’t finish the sentence because Yoongi’s lips were pressing against his, effectively shutting him up. It was like his brain short circuited and it took him a moment to catch up with how soft Yoongi’s lips felt against his own, but when it did catch up, Jungkook sighed and returned the kiss.
“Sorry, I just couldn’t hold it any longer,” Yoongi whispered when they broke the kiss. “You’re adorable when you ramble.”
“Thanks, hyung, your lips are so soft.” Jungkook must have been more dazed than he realized to voice that thought out loud.
“Oh yeah?” Yoongi smirked and took bot of their mugs, setting them down on the nearby table. Then he leaned in and kissed Jungkook again.
Now Jungkook was more ready for the kiss, so when Yoongi pressed closer, Jungkook gently cupped his cheeks, changing the angle and making the kiss just a bit deeper. Yoongi ran his fingers along Jungkook’s sides and his tongue along his bottom lip. Jungkook parted his lips instinctively, letting Yoongi gently suck on his bottom lip and to also give it a soft bite.
“Wow,” was all Jungkook could say when they finally parted for air. Yoongi was smiling, clearly satisfied with himself, seeing how Jungkook’s cheeks were flushed, lips puffed and breathing shallow. Joke was on Yoongi, though, his hair was messy from Jungkook running his fingers through it at some point, and his breathing was just as heavy.
“I could do that for hours,” Jungkook finally admitted.
“Well good thing I don’t have anything planned for the rest of the night then,” Yoongi chuckled and gave a quick peck.
“Before we continue, though, I want to ask you a question.”
“Okay,” Jungkook said, puzzled as to what Yoongi could possibly want to ask him in the middle of kissing.
“Do you want to be my boyfriend?” Yoongi asked, almost whispered, and looked Jungkook in the eyes.
“Huh?”
Yoongi hit him on the shoulder.
“You heard me!”
“Sorry! Yes! Of course!” Jungkook shouted, pulling himself out of the shock the question had sent him into, and squeezed Yoongi a bit closer to him. “Of course I want to be your boyfriend.”
The smile Yoongi gave Jungkook was probably brighter than the sun and the most beautiful thing he had ever had the fortune to see.
Hi guys! So uuum,,,, I might have disappeared for a month or two? 😅😅😅 It was never my intention, but life threw a curveball (uni starting, me having to start my BA thesis, a heartbreak, mental health stuff, you know, the usual) and so I couldn't bring myself to write. I'm so sorry that I left everyone hanging with the shy roses au, given that it's only missing one part and the epilogue, and since it was (and still is!) also a gift for a friend 😔
BUT!!! I'm back and ready to finish what I started! That being said, get ready, because the next part for shy roses is coming in about 30 minutes!! And the epilogue will be up tomorrow, yey! 🤗🥰
Jungkook is a shy secret admirer of Yoongi, who’s a high class stripper at an expensive club, and he keeps leaving roses with cute notes every time he comes to see Yoongi perform. Yoongi desperately wants to know who Jungkook is but can never really see past the lights to get a good look at Jungkook’s face.
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