An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Taehyung struggles with the absence of his alpha mates, Yoongi and Jimin, and finds an unconventional way to soothe his omega as he learns to navigate a long-distance relationship.
Or how cinnamon rolls save the day and ruin his waistline.
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Hi!! Back again with another fic, this time its taegimin flavored ☺️. Prompt was given to me by @soft-bellied-tannies.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the
Organization for Transformative Works
Yoongi hates the wealthy, stupidly hot couple that always come to the restaurant he serves at, with their heart eyes for each other and hands wandering under the table.
He hates them, and he hates that it's because he's so jealous of them.
Little does Yoongi know that the only reason they keep coming back is because they've had their eyes on him ever since they first saw him.
Rules: Post the first lines of your last 10 fics posted to AO3. (Sort by date posted.) If you have less than 10 fics posted, post what you have!
I've included some of my current WIP fics because I like them better then the really old ones to make 10.
if i ever got the chance KimChay
Kim was at the studio when Korn called a mandatory, immediate, family meeting. He contemplated not going, of course he did. He'd only gone to a handful of these mandatory family meetings in the last half dozen years.
2. chances KimChay
"You can't be here."
The house had been silent all afternoon, Chay diligently sitting at the kitchen table he'd turned into his study desk. There was no point staying in his room when he had the whole house to himself after all. Besides, being in the kitchen let him feel more at rest, like he wasn't actually alone, like Porsche could come home at any time and hang out with him.
But it wasn't Porsche's footsteps he heard when the kitchen door opened. It wasn't Porsche's body wash that Chay could suddenly smell; but it was a familiar scent that spiked his heart rate both in excitement and misery.
3. kiss me like it means something MaxNat
"I'm just completely out of ideas," Nat groaned. He was feeling pitiful, put out, and, frankly, not in the mood for NuNew’s delighted laughter. It was an unexpected night spent with just the two of them, something he relished in and cherished for the rarity of it. But NuNew’s endeared and patient smile had turned more love sick than Nat was in the mood for when NuNew had picked up his phone to read Zee’s latest text. It was probably something sappy and disgustingly so given how pink NuNew’s face went and Nat could almost hate them both for it.
4. For Porchay KimChay
It’s another night, another show, and Kim’s not upset about it, technically speaking. This is what he’d wanted to do; it’s what he’d wanted to do strong enough that he left home at 18 and hadn’t looked back for over 2 years. Even still, another three years later, he rarely went back home. If he was meeting his brothers he preferred it somewhere not directly under their father’s thumb. That was never easy to find with the world they live in. Most people owed his father, or their family, one favor or another and those that didn’t were likely connected to someone that did.
5. Fuck, I love you MaxNat
Nat laughed, blissful and fucked out as he stretched out over Max’s bed, arching his back and stretching his shoulders before he burrowed back into the pillow under his head.
6. Home Taegihope
The itch under Taehyung’s skin was unfortunately familiar at this point. He’d been expecting it, and had planned for it as best as possible given the circumstances. But there is only so much planning a person could do when you haven’t seen your soulmate in three months. Soul bonds were pesky, peculiar things and no matter how many informative documentaries he watched with Yoongi, or how long he lived with one, Taehyung was never going to properly understand them.
Missing Jimin was already a terrible feeling.
7. PrapaiSky Post Canon WIP
Prapai heard the whispering before he even reached the main floor of his family house. His sister’s laughter and his brother’s aggressive flirting with Sky were a backdrop he’d gotten used to over the two weeks. Prapai’s siblings hadn’t asked any questions, for which Prapai was grateful. They had just made an off hand comment to Prapai about Sky being at the house, eyebrows high and smiles mischievous, and moved on. It was well known that Prapai didn’t bring anyone home. The fact that there had never been anyone important enough went unsaid. He knew that this peace with his siblings wouldn't last long but he was going to embrace it while he could.
8. OffGun FWB WIP
“Wait wait wait,” Gun laughed as he said it, rolling off of Off to lay sprawled out on the floor of his living room. He had one hand pressed in approximation of where his heart was, the other mock fanning himself. Off reached over, idly stroking Gun’s arm, and felt the racing of his heartbeat in Gun’s wrist.
9. KimChay Win A Date With Kim WIP
It was an accident, really. Kim hadn't been looking, but sometimes when he's on Twitter, he looks at his mentions, and it's not his fault the display name caught his eye
"C 😒 Wik" was rather peculiar for a fan page. No blushing emojis and hearts that Kim had become accustomed to. And Wik wasn't nearly popular enough to have Anti's (well, besides for that one classmate who hated him for winning their music competition in 7th grade). So Kim clicked on it, and scrolled through the obvious RTs (the latest things he'd been up to, his plans for the future that had just been announced, the user had also applied for the Win A Valentines Date with Wik that had absolutely been Vetoed by Kim himself but his management had overruled him.
10. Taegimin Magic AU WIP
The bonfire glowing brightly in the distance was the only real sign Yoongi had that he was in the right place. It was too dark for him to truly see the trees that surrounded him, or the barely there non-existent path that they had trampled into the forest floors after years of making the same trip. It didn't matter, really, because he knew the path as well as everyone he was expecting to meet. He knew which tree branches pointed him left and which ones right. He knew to skip over the second log on the left and duck under the swinging tree branches a few miles in. He knew it in the light of day and the dark of night when the only thing illuminating the forest was the far off bonfire. He didn't need to see the path, not anymore, after all this time, not after he had helped put those magical wards in place and had very carefully memorized the plans as he did so.
