genre: slice of life (if you can count win flirting with team as that)
warnings: suggestive content
word count: 2.2k
In which Team is the vice president of the swimming club while Win is the newbie rich boy who charms everybody with his tattoos and piercings but only has eyes for the vice pres and he doesn't even try to hide it.
for winteam week's day 7 word prompt: "unconventional"
And Win wanted to give him that much, he wanted to give him everything and it frightened him to the core. Yet, nothing more than losing Team, than him saying that he was bored of whatever they had, of him.
for winteam week's day 2 dialogue prompt: "i'm bored"
warnings: implied sexual content and mentions of uea's past negative experiences
word count: 2.3k
Even more so when Uea plucked a sticker from his own shirt to put it onto King's which, by Thai Valentine's day traditions, meant that he liked him as a friend… or a little more.
"Here. For you," he said and King wasn't embarrassed of the way his heart thud, feeling warmth spread in his chest before he followed Uea to theirs car like an excited puppy taken out for a walk.
aka what happened between the elevator ride on Valentine's day and them being lovey-dovey the next morning in Ep9
genre: fluff
setting: red string of fate au, street racer au
words: 1.1k
Yoongi has heard of stories about soulmates, about how amazing that feeling is that cannot be described and that pull between the two souls once they are connected. He heard that sometimes the string between the pinkies can be so tight it makes it physically hard to move to signal how far they are getting from their significant other. At least from the one the universe assigned next to them.
Well, despite all the proof and his best friends’ nagging, Yoongi didn’t give a shit when he felt those tiny tugs on his end of the string. It meant his soulmate was closer than ever but he didn’t want to do anything with that. He was perfectly content with his life and right now, in the middle of the Street Racer Competition he couldn’t let himself get distracted.
Once he won the regionals in his districts his path to Seoul for the semi-finals was paved. He drove all the way up from Daegu to the capital in his baby, a 2011 Hyundai model (it was way more than the original by now with lots of extra installments and care) and he crashed on the couch in his long time no see friend, Namjoon’s apartment. His former classmate lived with his soulmate, Jin, who was a pretty decent guy according to Yoongi but well, he considered everyone who brought him coffee in the morning decent. But oh… that guy was such a romantic and kept talking about the red string of fate. So Yoongi forever regretted that time when a few shots in he told him about the tugs he has been feeling ever since he came to Seoul. Because he couldn’t live that confession down and Jin wouldn’t shut up about it being the sign of fate and he managed to drag Namjoon into his (probably right) theory, so Yoongi had no escape. He just wanted to win this competition without further complication and then go back home with the pride and money the first prize could offer. He had no intent of finding his soulmate.
But fate apparently had other plans for him.
He was quite surprised at the loose feeling around his pinkie and the erratic beating of his heart when he arrived to the venue of the semi-finals ready to fight - aka drive - in order to get the first place. Shit, it couldn’t have happened at any worse time.
“Are you feeling okay, man? You look a bit pale,” Namjoon tapped his shoulder and raised an eyebrow at him when he suddenly stopped in the middle of the crowd, trying to fight down the choking feeling in his guts.
“Yeah, yeah, just the adrenaline,” he mumbled and cursed at whatever fate existed up there to mess with him like this. Like whose idea was to give heart palpitations just before you meet your soulmate? Ridiculous.
“Know anything about my rivals?” he asked instead, so he could distract himself from this nauseous feeling.
“Yepp, I have the info. Rowoon who’s with a gold winged Chevrolet, is veteran driver, he’s good, you should be careful with him. E’dawn is with the white Toyota, and I honestly have no idea how that guy made it here, he’s lunatic, totally unpredictable. And another new face, Seagull with the red Kia. They say he’s young and reckless but he smashed the Busan pre-eliminitery,” Namjoon pointed at the cars parking behind the starting line next to Yoongi’s black Hyundai one by one.
“Seagull, huh? What kind of name is that?” the racer snorted, feeling more at ease knowing whom he’ll have to face. He has only heard of Rowoon before, so the others can’t be that good, right?
“Is yours better, Agust D?” a smooth, velvety voice asked from behind his back and Yoongi couldn’t decide if his stomach churned because of the string’s pull or nervousness as he turned around to face an undeniable and annoyingly handsome guy.
“Real name is Jungkook. It’s a pleasure to meet you, Yoongi-ssi,” the boy who looked like a college freshman (let’s hope he was at least of age) offered a hand carelessly which the older not too suspiciously took. He didn’t think fate would pair him up with one of his rivals after all.
But oh how wrong he was! Fate had the worst humour.
As soon as the two palms slotted together, the change was immediate. The string curling around their wrists glowed faintly appearing in the flash and when it went back to invisible, a magnetic pull brought the two racer embarrassingly close.
“Oh,” Jungkook’s mouth parted as he still stared at their hands which Yoongi imitated slightly distressed.
“Ooooh,” Namjoon who stood behind them and witnessed the whole thing hollered while trying to muffle his sounds behind his fist in vain.
“At least it doesn’t seem forced. I wouldn’t have known what to do with myself if my soulmate was someone who hates cars or afraid of danger. We already have common interests,” Jungkook jumped around enthusiastically but the older shook his hands off of him. This over-optimism pricked his skin (not in the good way).
“We are nothing alike!” he bit with more hurtful edge than he intended and for a while, the cocky kid actually seemed taken aback by his blatant rudeness.
“But…”
“I’m leaving. The race is starting soon,” he excused himself not caring that freaking Seagull could call him out because both of them had to be only up in ten minutes. Jungkook still managed to steal time to chase after him before the referee could stop him.
“Let’s make a deal, old man,” he suggested suddenly because he liked taking chances. “If I win the race, I expect a date. Candles and all that fuss.”
The kid said and Yoongi snorted. As a strategist driver, he wasn’t the kind to engage in these things but this time it sounded intriguing. He thought that acting like an asshole against his soulmate would make anyone back off but his should-be-partner was quite persistent.
“Bring it on, kid!” he chuckled and looked back just over his shoulder while walking to his Hyundai.
“It’s on. So on,” Jungkook murmured with a playful grin.
The elder rolled his eyes at his confidence but the corner of his mouth twitched. It was a start of smile and when it came to Yoongi, good things always started with a smile. So when somebody said fate never made a mistake, maybe… maybe they were right about that.
(On another note: hear that cooing aww sound the audience makes when something romantic happens on stage? Well, that’s Seokjin over the phone listening to Namjoon telling him what happened.)
characters: fae!jungkook & kitsune!yoongi
rating: mature (because of graphics violence)
genre: hurt/comfort; angst
warnings: temporary(!) major character death, blood, violence, consensual kissing under the influence of a witch-made drug/potion
word count: 21.5k
There was once a prophecy forecasting the doom of the kingdom, a tragedy that begins to unfold on the 21th birthday of the crown prince. He was said to fall in love with a man who bears a scar on his cheek and fire in his eyes. The king had done everything to make sure it wouldn’t happen but nobody could defy fate.
(In which Jungkook and Yoongi were destined to be together despite all circumstances.)
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written for @yoonkookbigbang. check out the other participants’ works, both authors and artists!
Sidd (@rainbowjoon), my artist made gorgeous artworks for the story, give them the love they deserve and without Sam’s (@notadog) amazing beta-ing skills and comments that made my day, the story wouldn’t be the same, ♥
Just something short but sweet for Gina (@wortmalerei), a very supportive and amazing friend of mine. I feel really lucky that I got to know you this year because I really feel like I can talk about anything with you, be it politics or ships and I’m really glad you bring new horizons into my life. I hope you spend your holidays feeling loved. I wish you a merry Christmas with thisTaegi fic that’s based on our shared love for the Daegu boys hand holding ♥
It all started in Hawaii.
Okay, maybe not 'all' but it mostly started because of Hawaii.
Of course, they held hands way before Bon Voyage too: occasionally, accidentally, without any of them noticing. It wasn't anything special, like Taehyung helping him onto his feet after an exhausting dance practice, hands sweaty but nice, a simple friendly gesture.
However, it started getting out of hand (in the most literate sense ever) after he carelessly exclaimed in the beginning of their bonding trip that whenever they disagreed, the would hold hands. So the act was inevitable because they had quite a lot of disagreements over the years, this month or even the week before. Their personalities were just too different: Taehyung was soft and warm and loud where Yoongi was harsh and cold and quiet. Not once he snapped at the younger for being so bubbly, tossed him away when he was being unnecessarily touchy or told him straight away that being born in Daegu didn't make them brothers. (Bangtan did.) They weren't on bad terms per se, luckily nobody in the group was. Yet, there was this transparent but solid wall between them ever since their debut days.
Yoongi remembers well the young Taehyung who came from the countryside with bright eyes when he was first introduced as a trainee. He remembers how the boy liked to cling onto him, following his trail everywhere after he found out they are from the same province. Like it changed anything, Yoongi would snort but he got it, he really did. The slur, the familiar dialect, the words he hadn't heard ever since he came to Seoul, it all reminded him of home. Taehyung reminded him of home.
But he didn't come to the capital from there to make friends, he was there to make music, to debut, to make his dreams come true, not to babysit a kid so he might have told Taehyung to hang out with the maknaes instead and don't bother him. Taehyung didn't listen, not at first but he was a good dongsaeng and with time he came to respect his request. He quickly befriended Jimin and opened up Jungkook's shell so the boys both were quite fond of him. It was hard not to.
"He has this kind of innocent brightness. Like Hosoek-ah. I hope he won't lose that," Jin, one of the older guys in the company told him and Yoongi hummed, still munching on the chicken they were eating, busy acting like he didn't care.
After debut not much changed in their relationship, if not that now they were co-workers and slept in one room. But with seven of them it wasn't that hard to keep distance. It wasn't awkward or a bad thing. They were still friends, just not as close as others and it was okay. Or so did Yoongi told himself.
He was professional enough to not let anything like this get between their work ethic. He loved Taehyung's deep, rusty voice, it was beautiful in its own league, soft as velvet, rich as honey and expensive as silk. Let Me Know was an untold ode to compliment his voice but it had absolutely nothing to do with the fact that Yoongi had heard him crying in the bathroom.
"They like me for my face, not my voice. I'm only here because of my looks..." he sobbed without ease and there was a painful pang Yoongi’s heart on the other side of the door.
"That's not true," Jimin soothed him but the worry was clearly written on the younger's face for a long time.
So when Yoongi asked him to do vocal check with him, Taehyung only gaped at him.
"Me? Not Jiminnie or Jungkookie?"
The rapper was almost annoyed, he didn't ask him to come here just to play dumb. Joking around with music wasn’t his habit.
"It has to be you. It's... it's written for a lower vocal range... like yours," he explained with a sigh and at that Taehyung's face brightened like Christmas lights.
So yeah, they aren't strangers, nor they hate each other but holding hands on purpose never really occurred to them before. But ever since Bon Voyage aired, people started pointing it out and it’s not just them seeing things.
The more their palms slot together in their own imperfectly perfect way, the more Yoongi is thinking about it. The texture of Taehyung's palm is now carved into the back of his mind. Every curve, the soft edges, his lifeline, the veins on the back of his hand. Yoongi could have said hand holding helps him relieve stress, however, he doesn't hold anybody's but Taehyung's so it would be a blatant lie.
Destiny must enjoy this way too much because she brings them together in the same team repeatedly whenever they are on camera. It's now a laughing matter if they end up together in the newest Run BTS episode because, of course, the boys won't ever let them live but it isn't the teasing, it isn't the stubbornness, it's merely for the sake of it when Yoongi unceremoniously grabs Taehyung's hand without an ounce of hesitation. He has grown to love holding the younger's hand and the two of them got so used to it, they take each other’s hands when they stand close without thinking. It became an instinct.
However, the way Taehyung flushes dust pink every single time is something Yoongi finds rather interesting (and cute but he would never say that aloud). As far as he knows Taehyung doesn't oppose skinship, in fact he likes to drape himself all over others. So why is it different?
But Taehyung could ask the same thing: what changed? Now that it's Yoongi who initiates skinship, always holding his hand so goddamn gentle like he doesn't ever want to let go?
It must have been unconscious, how the thing they do in front of the cameras sweeps off-camera too. Like Yoongi reaching for his hand whenever he wants to ask something or when they are watching movies side by side more often than not Yoongi sleeping in halfway through. It isn't that Taehyung minds because he really doesn't but it confuses him. What changed? He finds himself wondering from time to time again.
Once, when he keeps repeatedly ringing the bell of the Genius Lab just to find out the door isn’t locked, he steps into Yoongi’s holy territory cautiously.
"Hyung..." he clears his throat and the door shuts closed behind him with a loud thud, luckily so because that’s probably the only thing that’s able to snap the producer out of this zone he often gets into.
"Ah Tae..." Yoongi looks up from his computer and turns around to find him there startled. "Good thing you are here, I need a second opinion. How does this sound?"
Taehyung is ready to protest when he’s rushed closer since he only came because Jin told him to. The eldest asked him to check on the studio on his way back to the dorm and drag home that bastard who put his phone on silent and didn't answer any texts or calls. The house must be burning or Namjoon might broke another door handle if he needs Yoongi so bad. But okay, listening to one melody can't hurt.
Unless Yoongi yanks him closer by the hand to put the headphone over his ears and play the song, a piano one, as he absentmindedly plays with his fingers too while clicking from one file to another.
"Hyung..." he prompts carefully but Yoongi only hums. When the younger doesn't answer, the older guy turns around only to see him looking down at their mindlessly interlaced fingers. Yoongi's hand flinches on instinct, pulling away in a knee-jerk reaction like the contact burnt him and Taehyung looks up at him with wide caramel eyes, hurt, a deer caught in the headlights.
"Sorry," Yoongi apologizes, his gaze shifting anywhere but the younger's face. It's confusing, all these feeling inside of him, the burning want to touch and hold and caress.
"No... Don't be," Taehyung shakes his head, voice cracked and Yoongi furrows his brows. "Just don't give me false hope, hyung."
"What?" Yoongi's head snaps towards him so fast he's sure he got a mild whiplash. Taehyung wears a sad smile, one he would do for music videos and heartbroken roles but this one, it's honest and it shatters the rapper's heart into pieces just by seeing it.
"The melody is great by the way, dreamy, but Jin hyung wants you home, no objections," the vocalist says and leaves as quick as he came not even giving Yoongi a chance to react. But what could he have said anyway?
Maybe that's when he starts to realize those tiny things about Taehyung. The more he catches himself staring longer than he should, the more he actually sees under the surface of that always smiley face of Taehyung. And it's not just that now he wears Gucci instead of retailored stuff or that his jawline became more defined over the years. No, he really matured while keeping that childish light in him that Yoongi admired. But it's not the only thing he realizes by watching Taehyung a lot. He comes to the conclusion quite soon that the younger watches him too. The lingering glances through the mirror of the dance practice room or when they bump into each other in the dorm leaves tingling, electrifying sparks in their veins.
Days, even weeks pass and yet, he can't forget about what Taehyung said to him that day, it keeps him awake sometimes and on those nights it's hard to fight the urge to cuddle with the sleeping boy just to hold his hand. This yearning never ceases no matter his efforts and some days he just wants to say, fuck it, and give into the pull that keeps calling him towards the boy who appears in his dreams more and more nowadays. It's all innocent: just lying down, laughing, hugging, kissing and of course, hand holding.
When it happens, it isn't planned. It's just one of those nights when sleeping doesn't come easy and Yoongi shuffles out of his shared room with Jin to get a glass of water only to find Taehyung already in the kitchen, sitting on the counter and eating the left-over muffins his mother sent. He looks so shocked, caught red-handed for a moment but visibly relaxes when the older doesn't make any remarks on his behaviour and he resumes on chewing.
Yoongi can't help but wonder how he could look so good in his weird fashionista PJs, with messy hair. Pink coloring his pale cheeks he turns to fill his cup with water.
“Can't sleep?” he coughs and then feels the urge to facepalms himself immediately because he has always been terrible at small talks.
“Ah yeah, just thinking too much,” Tae answers behind him and the rapper doesn't dare to ask him about what. Or should he? He holds his cup so aggressively, his knuckles are turning white and even the refreshing water can't make the swell of his heart better. “And you?”
“The same, I guess. Something keeps bugging me lately,” he admits and the younger is actually braver than him being so straightforward when he asks the question he should have:
“What?” he mumbles and Yoongi puts the glass down, finally turning around to face him again. Taehyung is looking at him through his lashes, expectantly and a smirk tugs Yoongis mouth at that.
“About something you said,” he shrugs casually walking straight up to the sitting boy who is even more taller like this and it gives him an idea. "Give me that," he points at Taehyung's right hand that has crumbs on it so he wipes it down in his sweatpants but complies. It's a bit sweaty but the warmth of it feels so good.
"Now the other one," Yoongi demands and when he has both hands in his, he pulls Tae closer by them and eventually drags him down from the kitchen counter. He's too tall for that anyway. "Who said you it's false hope?"
It's not perfect: their noses bump into each other, the angle is awkward at first but Taehyung tastes sweet like those desserts he just had and the way he melts into him so gentle and pliant under his touch, Yoongi thinks he found the next best thing after holding hands with Taehyung: kissing with him.
