summary: sometimes when you bring the thunder you get lost in the storm
notes: massive writers block holy damn
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my ass is underappreciated
hakyeon sighs.
glancing to the side, he can see taekwoon scrolling through his phone, clicking on something and then typing something down.
he didn’t seem to take a notice.
so hakyeon sighed again. a little louder this time.
another sigh came as response, this time from taekwoon. he closes his eyes for a short amount of time, to follow it by a look at hakyeon through the mirror in front of them. “what is it?” he asks, trying to sound interested.
key word: trying.
“do I look fat in these pants?” hakyeon questions him, turning around a few times, showing taekwoon the jeans he’s wearing.
“no. no, you don’t.”
“of course you’d say no, that’s a standard answer for someone like you. but— no, listen— i’m serious this time,” hakyeon is whining by now, “and i want you to be honest with me.” silence. “taekwoonie. do. i. look. fat. in. these. pants.”
taekwoon looks up to meet hakyeon’s eyes this time, but the latter just isn’t getting a response.
the two engulf themselves in a stare-off (“fucking answer me.”), before hakyeon gives in, slaps his cheeks with both hands, and turns to look at himself in the mirror. “my ass is underappreciated,” he finally says, disappearing again behind the curtain of the fitting room. “i hate this world.”
taekwoon blinks twice, silently following hakyeon with his eyes. but then his phone beeps twice, and his eyes go from the curtain back to his phone. he’s received a message, from wonshik.
from: wonshik
to: taekwoon
what is taking you guys so long?
taekwoon’s eyes fly over to the fitting room, to go right back to his phone again.
from: taekwoon
to: wonshik
i’m stuck in a store with hakyeon. he can’t decide on a pair of pants. mumbled something like “my ass is underappreciated.” sorry.
he wonders when he’s able to go home.
from: sanghyuk
to: taekwoon
this is why i never go shopping with hakyeon hyung.
from: wonshik
to: taekwoon
pls don’t forget to buy that one coffee brand, forgot the name
summary: he should've thought his plan through. building it up and breaking it down. simple. but jeongguk didn't really think his plan through at all. he absolutely didn't think this all would be the outcome of something small that started with a little teasing. this is probably his worst-case scenario ever.
notes: my first multichaptered fic! i hope you all will like it, i put a lot of effort into this! i changed their ages a little, but nothing major.
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Part One: Building Up
Taehyung angrily slams the blue door close behind, marching through the hall, and practically shoves anyone or anything that comes in his sight to the side. A series of ‘wow’s and ‘watch out’s come his way but he is taking none of that. He is so done with this day. He’s going home.
“Tae! Wait up!”
He doesn’t stop his pace and the people still flash by his eyes, standing off against the white walls. He recognized the voice as Jimin’s… Would it be of any worth to stop?
“Taehyung!” Another call-out for his name.
Should he stop? Maybe he shouldn’t have run off in the first place. What will he think of him now? Maybe it was a dumb decision of him to run off, but he couldn’t take it anymore. Staying any longer in there was like punishing himself. Especially when he called out, that’s when Taehyung drew the line and stepped out.
Running away, stepping out, fleeing, whatever you want to call it. He had enough of it and just stepped away and out of the scene.
He just had looked three seconds too long at his face. Okay, maybe a little more but that’s not the point.
Taehyung isn’t really one to quickly lose his cool, but that boy just makes it impossible for him to stay calm in such situations.
So much that he wants to punch a wall with his bare fists.
Suddenly, a hand grabs him from behind and pulls the sleeve of the uniform’s jacket towards them. Shocked and without looking who it is, he jerks his arm out of the person’s grip and raises his elbow to the back, he turns a few degrees around and just when his elbow is about to hit the person’s face–
“TaeTae, chill! It’s just me,” Jimin’s soothing voice rings softly through his head, his firm but small hands grabbing his bicep and elbow. “Are you okay?”
Taehyung stares at Jimin, but it kind of feels like he isn’t looking at anything at all. His friend’s dark brown hair is nothing but a blur to him. He opens his mouth to say something, but it seems like the words don’t want to come out. “Yeah.” Jimin doesn’t let go of his arm yet.
“I don’t believe you.” It’s a statement, and Taehyung knows that Jimin knows he’s lying. He can lie from time to time, but never to Jimin.
“It’s stupid, so never mind it.” He places his hand on Jimin’s and moves it off his arm. Jimin, reluctantly, lets his arm fall, but doesn’t let go of a worried look on his face. Taehyung doesn’t look at Jimin. His body is set to turn around and leave, but he stops when Jimi speaks.
“It was Jeongguk, wasn’t it?” Jimin says quickly. “That’s why you’re like this right now, aren’t you?”
Taehyung feels his body becoming hot with anger all over again. He doesn’t want to, but this boy makes him so mad. He wants to deny it, but then he’ll only be lying to himself – and of course to Jimin.
Jimin walks them to the side of the hallway and takes him in a warm hug. Taehyung immediately eases at the touch of his whole body surrounded by his best friend. “Listen, Tae, you don’t need to take shit from him. When he calls, call back harder,” Jimin whispers to him.
But in Taehyung’s eyes, Jimin doesn’t understand this matter. Jeongguk always knew how to push his buttons, and even now, he still does. It was like that in the past, and even in the present he has to make things go his way. He loves his friend Park Jimin dearly, but Taehyung hasn’t got the courage yet to tell him the things that happened in the past.
“Yeah,” he just answers, avoiding eye contact with Jimin.
Jimin doesn’t seem to buy that, and he lets go of Taehyung. Taehyung’s eyes are pointed anywhere but at Jimin’s. “I don’t want you to be sad, and you know that.” He grabs his wrist and smiles. “I know you probably want to go home right now, but I can’t let you, because one: we still have math after this, and two: I need to buy you candy first.”
Even though he doesn’t want it, a small smile cracks a way to his stern face. “I’d like that,” he whispers while looking at the ground. He sees Jimin looking at him from the corners of his eyes, and his best friend is still smiling.
“Great, let’s go then.”
Jeongguk grins when Taehyung flees through the big blue doors. The people in the cafeteria watched the scene unfold right in front of their eyes and were breathless. Only when his hand goes through his hair and when he puffs out a satisfied sigh, they slowly go on with their lives. “Amazing,” he mutters. But when he faces his friends, dark looks come his way. “What?” he asks, dumbfounded. From the corners of his eyes he sees Park Jimin running away – probably going after Taehyung.
Amazing.
“I don’t even know what to say to you,” Hoseok bites. “That–” he nods his head in the direction of the door, “–was low, man. Even for you.” He looks back at his plate with food, focusing on that alone and nothing else.
“Hoseok’s right,” Yoongi bites. Jeongguk frowns. Even Yoongi hyung? “Was it really necessary to let him trip and call him out like that – in front of the whole cafeteria?” He shakes his head. Was that disappointment in his voice?
Jeongguk can’t believe it and frowns even more if possible. His mouth drops a little open. Low? No way. Priceless – that’s what it was. The look on Taehyung’s face was hilarious and it made him feel really good. He ignores what the rest of his friends have to say to him and focuses back on eating his food.
He actually liked the way it made him feel – pestering Taehyung like that – a powerful feeling that almost (almost) filled him with glee. But that’d be a little on the sadistic side.
Kim Taehyung…
The name brought a small smile to Jeongguk’s face. His friends see, but no one questions it. In their eyes, the kid has gone insane with that stupid Taehyung-remark and they don’t even want to know what he’s up to in the future.
It’s been a while and really, they got used to his pestering, but sometimes it’s just too much. Like today.
Jeongguk wonders how far he can go until Taehyung will break… Maybe it’s his luck, but his next class is math.
And Taehyung is in his math class.
The smile on his face turns into a sly grin.
Things are going to be a lot of fun from now on.
Suddenly, Hoseok speaks up again, getting Jeongguk out of his thoughts. “Really, Jeongguk, after what just happened, I absolutely am not feeling that stupid grin on your face. I don’t even want to know where that will go.”
Jeongguk may be the youngest, but that doesn’t mean he lets himself be controlled by his hyungs. He clicks with his tongue and slowly moves his eyes from the wall he was staring at, to Hoseok. “Hoseok hyung,” he starts, sighing, and leaves his mouth a little agape with his tongue pressing against the inside of his cheek and the corner of his mouth. “Hyung, I know what you’re thinking about, but no – I won’t listen, so don’t bother even telling me.” He grabs his bag, swings it over his back, then grabs his food tray and stands up from the table, making a move to walk away. “I need to go now, my math class is starting. See yo–”
“You’re an asshole,” Namjoon says all of a sudden. The three of them turn to him, a little on the surprised side. Jeongguk doesn’t know what to say. “A fucking asshole, that’s what you are. I hope you’ll fall hard.” Namjoon places his hands on the table and helps himself up. His eyes are down and focused on maybe the table. Not even throwing a glance at Jeongguk – or anyone else – he silently leaves the boys behind.
While Jeongguk is quiet and frozen like a statue, Yoongi and Hoseok are feeling a mixture of shock and surprise. Namjoon barely speaks during breaks or even whole school days. The only time Namjoon actually speaks up are the times he actually got something philosophical (but interesting and important, in Jeongguk’s opinion) to say or when the teacher gives him a turn to speak.
They don’t know what to say.
Things like what just happened, only happen… once in a blue moon?
“Welp, I guess this is the time where we take our leave, Seokie,” Yoongi declares after a few moments of silence, Hoseok perking up at the call of his nickname, and then Jeongguk finally moves. Hoseok, who’s bewilderedly staring at the door, turns to Yoongi and closes his mouth.
“Yeah,” he mumbles, copying Yoongi by quickly gathering his and Namjoon’s stuff. “See you tomorrow, Jeongguk.” And they leave as well, following Namjoon.
Jeongguk, still standing and with his food tray in one hand, again stares at the same door Taehyung also left through.
The disbelief is dripping off his face and he snickers. An irritated “Oh my god” leaves his mouth, continued by a roll of his eyes, and he moves away from the table. When a person from his left coughs awkwardly, Jeongguk notices the cafeteria is more quiet than usual. Looking up, he catches a few people staring at him. “Got something on my face? ‘s That why you’re staring?” He throws them a stone cold look, and the people don’t know how quickly as possible they need to look away.
When Jeongguk enters his math class, he first lets his eyes roam through the white classroom and they stop as his sight falls on Taehyung. Jimin is sitting next to him and the two of them are, as it seems, in an important conversation. They seem to get a little heated with the arguments, as Taehyung is raising his voice and Jimin sounds impressed. He raises his eyebrows and smirks a little when Taehyung’s eyes land on him as well. He sees the way Taehyung’s body freezes in place and also the way Jimin slowly follows the eyes of his best friend when he notices that Taehyung isn’t paying attention to him anymore, and then freezes as well – maybe a little on the defensive side.
He sets foot farther into the classroom, not letting go of Taehyung’s eyes. As he’s greeting the teacher with a short bow, he leaves Taehyung’s eyes for a short time, but as quickly as possible, he looks back into his eyes.
It’s funny to see how much of an impact he has on Taehyung.
While on his way to his seat, Jeongguk still has got his eyes locked on Taehyung’s, and sees the way his face is all tensed up and how his mouth is close to quivering. His eyes also don’t look that clear anymore.
Jeongguk sits down and he finally looks away from Taehyung. He can still feel his eyes on his back and he feels the urge to smirk again, but he doesn’t do it.
A hissed “Taehyung, what the hell was that?” from Jimin meets his ears and he’s fighting the urge to look around and at the two. He can feel he’s getting on especially Jimin’s nerves with the way Taehyung is reacting to him.
The noise in the classroom calms down when the teacher coughs to start his lesson, and so does Jimin’s talk to Taehyung.
Subtly, Jeongguk turns his body half into Taehyung’s direction. To his surprise, Taehyung is already looking at him.
Intensely looking at him.
And it almost makes Jeongguk shiver.
Almost.
But it doesn’t because Jeongguk knows how to keep his cool and to move on.
So he, again, locks his eyes with Taehyung.
Jeongguk can see it’s getting onto Taehyung’s nerves and he smirks. The intense staring is lessening by the seconds and Taehyung’s eyes start to shake.
With a smirk on his face, Jeongguk mouths “Hi,” to him. He makes sure he mouths the two syllables as slowly as possible, with a cocky smirk in the corner. He sees Taehyung’s eyes fly from Jeongguk’s eyes to his mouth, and quickly back to his eyes.
A dust of pink appears on the tips of his ears and his facial expression turns blank.
Not exactly the reaction he was hoping for, but it still works for him, as it is entertaining him a lot.
He has to endeavor not to burst out in laughter.
He side-eyes to the left, making sure the teacher doesn’t notice him, and stares back at Taehyung. The teacher was way too busy explaining some things Jeongguk never has heard of before and honestly doesn’t really want to know of either.
So, Jeongguk decides it’s time for some fun.
“You look cute today,” Jeongguk mouths, the cocky smile still lingering on his lips. His eyes fly over Taehyung’s body and back to his face.
The pink dust that was on the tips of Taehyung's ears now spread out to completely pinks ears. Jeongguk can see that Taehyung wants to look somewhere else than at him, but fails as it seems that he isn’t really able to tear his eyes away from him.
“I like this hair color on you,” Jeongguk mouths this time, “I like it a lot.” He makes sure his articulation is very clear by mouthing the words syllable per syllable.
The pink isn’t pink anymore. It’s red and it’s covering his cheeks. Taehyung slowly moves his hand up to his hair and touches the caramel brown locks while looking down. When he moves his eyes back to meet Jeongguk’s, he sees doubt in Taehyung’s eyes.
“I mean it,” he continues, “You look really handsome with it.” He eyes Taehyung, slightly squinting his eyes and slightly opening his mouth, slipping the tip of his tongue between his teeth.
It’s affecting Taehyung, he can see that. The way his red cheeks don’t come to a calm… Jeongguk is enjoying it.
But somehow, Taehyung still doesn’t seem to believe Jeongguk.
And he is right.
“You really think so?” he mouths back, making sure Jimin doesn’t notice him.
Jeongguk raises his eyebrows quickly up and down and then slowly nods his head. “Yeah,” he soundlessly says. “I do.”
“Thank you,” Taehyung replies rather fast, looking down with a red face. His hands disappear under the table and Jeongguk can imagine him fiddling with his fingers because of his red face.
He wants to say more, he wants Taehyung to look back up and he wants to tease the older boy more, but then a certain boy named Park Jimin gets air of the happenings between the two of them.
Said boy’s head shocks to the right, capturing Jeongguk’s sly grin and eyes focused on Taehyung. His eyes instantly squint at Jeongguk (but not before he hissed a “Tae, what the hell,” to Taehyung) and Jeongguk sees it immediately as well from the corners of his eyes.
Jeongguk leaves Taehyung’s eyes and, with a blank expression, he starts to look at Jimin.
There are a lot of things Jeongguk dislikes about Park Jimin. The list is quite long, and it mainly consist of the smallest things Jeongguk saw Park Jimin do that wasn’t appealing even in the slightest form. Well, Park Jimin mostly does things that Jeongguk can’t stand. He irritates Jeongguk in every way possible. All the time. Always wanting to get the highest marks in everything he does, even in gym class. Acting all high and mighty when they meet in the hallways or in class. Pulling Taehyung with him to every place like the boy doesn’t have an opinion about going somewhere else and he can’t even choose for himself what he wants to do.
Oh.
Right.
Jeongguk grumbles under his breath.
Park Jimin is also a member of the Student Council.
Jeon Jeongguk hates the Student Council.
There are a lot more things Jeongguk dislikes about Park Jimin. But at this exact moment, here in his math class, it’s the way he’s staring at Jeongguk like he wants him dead, staring right into his soul.
And Jeongguk waves. He’s waving at Jimin with a sweet smile that none of them deserve. And it’s getting on Jimin’s nerves, but Jeongguk is enjoying it.
“What do you want?” Jimin snarls. Out loud. Hands smashing down on the table, gaining the attention from every person – including the teacher – in class.
Jeongguk is surprised. He didn’t expect Jimin to do that at all.
Heavily annoyed, he clicks his tongue twice to the roof of his mouth, doing his best to keep his head still.
In Jeongguk’s eyes, Jimin has always been a person that loves to interfere with other people’s business. And it annoys him to the bone.
“Why would you care?” he replies, voice calm and steady, unlike Jimin’s. From his right, he can see the teacher in doubt if he should interfere or not, and from his left, he can see Taehyung, switching his eyes from Jimin to Jeongguk and back to Jimin.
Jimin is twitching his eyes. Squinting them at Jeongguk. And to Jeongguk’s surprise, Jimin is sitting down.
Jeongguk smirks, because in his eyes it means that he has won this stupid stare off. He takes one last glance at Taehyung, who’s still flashing his eyes between Jimin and Jeongguk, taking in what happened, and then he sits down. When he faces the teacher, he gives them, Jeongguk and Jimin, a meaningful glare: both have to stay after class to talk about their behavior. Jeongguk is okay with that, at least, he isn’t the only one with trouble and the other one who’s in trouble is their perfect Student Council member Park Jimin.
Teasing Taehyung and getting Park Jimin into trouble? This day can’t get any better.
The day does become better. And all in Jeongguk’s favor. He and Jimin got detention for a week, and that’s fine by him. Jimin’s salty and he’s okay – but that’s not the main reason the day is becoming any better.
Because the reason behind it is glorious: Jimin has to stay longer at school with the Student Council and (as Jeongguk likes to call it) has to atone for his sins. Meaning that Taehyung will be left alone outside of school, waiting for Jimin until he is done. And that sounds like music to Jeongguk’s ears. A plan has been forming inside of his mind, and it’s probably the best plan he’s ever thought of. He has around thirty minutes before Jimin can leave school.
So Jeongguk walks around the school, looking for Taehyung. It only costs him a few minutes before he sees him sitting on a bench, earplugs plugged in his ears and his head bopping along to an inaudible beat. Slowly, he walks up to him and sits down next to Taehyung, leaving like a meter of space between them. It’s a good start.
It seems, though, that Taehyung doesn’t notice it’s him at first. After all, Jeongguk has sat down and hasn’t done anything else yet. So, to catch his attention, he starts doing simple things. Like tying his shoelaces and grabbing his phone. When he does the latter, he leans forward with his elbows pressing into his thighs and gripping his phone with both hands.
That’s when Taehyung looks up. Only a little, but he looks up. From the corners of his eyes, Jeongguk can see Taehyung finally noticing him. The older boy is drawn to the back immediately. Jeongguk can see a shocked posture taking over Taehyung in the first few seconds, but he knows how to recover quickly from that.
Jeongguk smirks unnoticeably. He can feel the tension between them getting thicker – especially after what happened earlier in their math class. Taehyung’s all tensed up now.
Time to get something done, Jeongguk decides. He leans back, shifts his body a little more towards Taehyung and opens his mouth. “Hey,” he simply begins. Taehyung’s tense shoulders jump up in defense, and it doesn’t seem like he’s less tense now. Not at all. And this is Jeongguk’s cue. With a sigh, he starts speaking, “Okay, Taehyung, am I this bad? Are we really on such bad terms after today?”
Taehyung slowly removes his earplugs and lets them fall on his legs. “Ah,” Taehyung speaks up quietly, “No… Well. I. Uh…” he sighs. Jeongguk is directly looking at him, staring into his eyes. It’s making Taehyung nervous, seeing he’s starting to fiddle with his earplugs. “It’s not just today, you know.” It is barely audible and Jeongguk has to put in a lot of effort to hear him.
Not just today, huh? So he remembers. Jeongguk thought he would, but actually hoped he wouldn’t. But that only makes a small change in the plan and nothing severe.
“There have been… things… in the past,” Taehyung goes on. “And I don’t think you forgot either.” His voice is getting a little bit bigger now. “So I was caught off guard a little today in math.”
“Ah, I’m sorry,” says Jeongguk. Because he’s looking down, giving off an apologetic look, he can’t see Taehyung’s expression. But a halted breathing plus a frozen figure is telling him enough. Jeon Jeongguk has never before in his entire life apologized to Kim Taehyung.
Bingo.
“Do you want me to make it up to you? You know, honestly, I actually hate being on bad terms with someone.”
Taehyung’s frozen state calms down and he is trying to make eye-contact with Jeongguk. He jumps back again, though, when Jeongguk looks up at him, sitting up straight and combing his hand through his hair.
“What do you want me to do? How can I make it up to you?”
“No, it’s okay,” says Taehyung.
Jeongguk is taken abac a little. “No, no. It’s not okay. This has been going on for quite some time now and I honestly want to draw an end to it.”
“With ‘this’… you mean yourself, right?” With caution, Taehyung glances at Jeongguk.
Jeongguk is confused but stays cool. It’s going the right way. “Yeah, absolutely.”
“Then it’s okay right now if it were me.” Taehyung looks at the tiles in front of him, with his hands carefully folded together in his lap.
Jeongguk frowns. “Are you sure?” That was not the reply he should give. So he quickly recovers himself with, “What if–” but he gets cut off by Taehyung, who’s standing up.
“Now if you’ll excuse me, Jimin is probably done and looking for me,” he says politely, and bows.
Before he can turn and walk away, Jeongguk speaks up. “Let me finish my question.” It makes Taehyung stop, and Jeongguk sees it as a sign to continue. “What if you and I head out later this week into the city. We do something nice, I’ll make sure you have an amazing time and realize I’m not that bad, and we’ll be on good terms. How does that sound?”
Taehyung turns his body back to Jeongguk, who can see pink on his cheeks. Jeongguk is trying so hard not to twist his facial expressions.
“Actually, that sounds good,” Taehyung whispers. “Text me the time, okay?” Then, he turns around and runs off, back to the school.
When Taehyung is out of his sight, Jeongguk can finally relax, breathe out and lean back. He was this close to failing his plan. But he did it.
With a smirk, he grabs his bag and swings it over his shoulder. He glances back into the school but doesn’t see either Jimin or Taehyung. And he walks away.
Step one: complete.
To: Kim Taehyung
From: Jeon Jeongguk
friday at four o’clock if that’s okay with you?
title: he bought me shrimp and alcohol
pairing: jjproject
summary: sometimes when you bring the thunder you get lost in the storm
notes: these series will be written in lower cases from now on.
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he bought me shrimp and alcohol and referred to himself as daddy. i am in love.
the first time jinyoung wakes up, he doesn’t really remember anything from the night before. there’s something warm next to him – and in his opinion, it feels really good. so he snuggles closer to the source of warmth and falls asleep again.
the second time jinyoung wakes up, though, his throbbing headache is the first thing that meets him. his warm bed and covers embrace him sweetly, and he sighs. the warmth is making up for his headache. when he tries to open his eyes, the sunlight that is creeping through his curtains is hurting him.
he sits uprightly, groaning softly. he throws his head in his neck, moves his feet to the side of the bed and he crawls towards the end. a quick glance at alarm tells him that it’s only eleven in the morning. he steps out of bed, shriveling under the lack of warmth, gathers a pair of underwear and sweatpants and walks over to the kitchen.
he yawns once he’s made it to the kitchen, and blinks a few times. the warm morning rays welcome him and land on his body. it’s giving him goosebumps, but honestly, it’s a nice feeling.
first things first: an aspiring for his headache. jinyoung reaches for the cabinet and takes two aspirins.
when he’s taken them, he makes himself some coffee – all black of course – to start his morning. in front of the coffee machine, jinyoung suddenly feels how much his back hurts. he stretches his arms to the back and lets his shoulders roll a little. it hurts immensely. he doesn’t really understand, since he’s had a really good sleep the past night.
his coffee is done and he takes it with him, only to sit down at the table in the center of his kitchen. jinyoung starts sipping his coffee, letting the bitter but warm taste flow over his tongue down his throat.
he’s hurting all over his body and his head is exploding and he literally has no idea what he did around six or eight or more hours ago.
a sunbeam breaks through his window and lands exactly on his face. the warm touch makes him close his eyes – and at that exact moment, memories of last night return to his mind. “oh my god, what did i do.”
after calling him, it cost jaebum only eight minutes to get from his house to jinyoung’s. yes, he counted.
he opened the door and let him in, greeting him with a hug. “hi,” he says to him, inviting him further in.
but instead of replying back with a simple ‘hi’, jaebum surprised him with a kiss on his cheek. and then his ‘hi’ followed. “hi. good to see you again.”
jinyoung is startled from the gesture, but when jaebum didn’t do anything else and just walked away to his living room, jinyoung let it pass by. but his cheek burned. so totally forgetting wasn’t really possible.
jinyoung had made a smart move to turn on the music before jaebum came. it gave a soft mood – completely dissolving the awkward one. he could see jaebum liked the music he’d turned on. (he also made a side note to himself to thank mark-hyung later for the playlist.)
it set a good mood between them, and jinyoung really felt at ease. when he looked at jaebum, he could see the other was too.
“i missed you,” spoke jaebum suddenly. “it’s been too long.”
“it’s only been two weeks,” jinyoung replied, grabbing the biceps of his left arm with his right hand. why did jaebum suddenly say that?
“seventeen days. i counted them.” oh.
jinyoung didn’t know how to feel about this. it did make him feel warm inside, because jaebum cared about if they saw each other or not.
meanwhile, jaebum had stepped closer towards jinyoung. “it’d be really nice if we saw each other more often, jinyoung-ah,” jaebum said, not really voicing any emotions. “i would like that a lot.”
jinyoung looked into jaebum’s eyes and flickered his sight from jaebum’s left eye to his right and back to his left, not stopping. jaebum’s stared right back at him, as if into his soul. “sounds perfect for me.”
and before jinyoung knew it, jaebum leant forward, closing the space between himself and jinyoung, the latter immediately melting into the kiss.
an hour later, when they were laying together on jinyoung’s bed, bodies close to each other, jinyoung’s stomach started to growl. not really that loud, but loud enough for jaebum to hear. jaebum tilted his head slightly, to have a better look at jinyoung.
“are you hungry?”
“not really, but i wouldn’t mind having something to snack right now, though.”
jaebum pulled his arm away from under jinyoung and sat up. “okay.” it sounded determined.
“what are you going to do? this is my house, i can take care of myself?” jinyoung said, pulling jaebum back down. he was missing jaebum’s warmth already. “jaebum?”
but jaebum didn’t give in to jinyoung’s pulling or his voice. he stood up, got himself dressed. he didn’t show his face to jinyoung. “i’ll be right back. i promise,” was the only thing he said before disappearing out of jinyoung’s bedroom.
“okay,” jinyoung said, but jaebum probably didn’t hear it anymore.
it was cold and empty without jaebum. but jaebum would be coming back in a few minutes and then they could cuddle some more. or maybe could have cuddled is a better sentence.
jinyoung’s phone buzzed, ten minutes after jaebum had left.
jinyoung grabbed it – he had received a message. from jaebum, he saw when he unlocked his phone.
from: jaebum
to: jinyoung
i’m on my way. wait for me.
from: jaebum
to: jinyoung
i hope we can continue where we left off when i come home ;)
attached was a picture of jaebum himself in the middle of a supermarket. with a smug smile on his face and a bottle of expensive wine in his hand.
jinyoung’s face burned up almost immediately. oh. oh yes.
before he knew it, jaebum had gotten back to his house again, jinyoung opened the door for him and together they went to the kitchen. standing in the kitchen, jaebum showed jinyoung what he had bought. the wine and… jinyoung’s eyes widened. there was shrimp.
jaebum had bought shrimp for jinyoung.
“thought you’d like that,” jaebum said, his voice low. he stepped closer to jinyoung, who at that moment felt kind of intimidated by jaebum’s presence. “look,” he continued, and he leaned his head closer to jinyoung’s ear and kissed the spot under his earlobe. jinyoung went in with the feeling. “why don’t you go back into your room and i will prepare the shrimp and we have some delicious shrimp together?” jaebum started kissing the crook of jinyoung’s neck.
“sounds good,” jinyoung replied, tilting his head to the right. he liked the touch, that’s for sure.
jaebum then let go of him, backing away into jinyoung’s kitchen. but jinyoung didn’t want to go to his bed at all. he wanted to look at how jaebum was preparing the shrimp.
he looked really hot, with the sleeves of his shirt rolled up to his elbows, the muscles of his lower arms flexing every time he reached for a bowl or a pan. but then it wasn’t that jinyoung got bored, so it wasn’t because of that that he went back into his room, but it was because he wanted to be surprised by how jaebum would bring the shrimp.
and it didn’t take long after he went back in before jaebum came in. and when he entered, jinyoung was sure he just got a mini heart attack.
jaebum. he looked like a god. sent from heaven right there and then.
he was shirtless (oh god yes) and he was wearing an apron from his hips down. in his hands (his arms oh thanks god) was a plate and on it a bowl of shrimp and two big glasses of wine.
jinyoung knew he was staring but he didn’t mind. jaebum was a like a god and in his room and only there for him to see. jaebum smirked in return. he dimmed the light off in jinyoung’s room until it gave off a nice and calming light and stepped closer to the bed.
his expression then changed and jinyoung knew the game was on. jaebum walked around the bed, and sat down next to where jinyoung lay. jinyoung was constantly following him with his eyes.
without a warning, jaebum started to speak, eyes looking down on jinyoung and stood dark, and jinyoung’s mind was foggy after that. “daddy made you shrimp and brought some alcohol too.”
jinyoung didn’t know that one word could turn him on so much. and spoken with that sound.
he shivered.
“daddy is going to feed you, so don’t move and we’ll have a fun time after.”
his mind went blank, nodded like a robot – oh god he was so turned on right now – and went with jaebum’s flow.
the door towards the kitchen opens and a head turns around the corner. “uh, good morning?” it’s jaebum, and jinyoung looks up, startled from his voice and getting him out of his thoughts from the past night.
he was so caught up in his thoughts that he didn’t hear jaebum coming down the stairs.
“good morning,” jinyoung smiled in return. “didn’t want to wake you up, so i went downstairs. do you want some coffee?”
“yeah. that’s sweet of you.” jaebum steps into the kitchen and sits down while jinyoung stands up.
he feels giddy, but he likes it.
when he fiddling with the coffee machine, jaebum speaks up. “about last night…”
jinyoung’s heart drops in his stomach as soon as he hears the way jaebum said it. he slightly turns around. “what about it?” he asks, with a touch of unsure in his voice.
“i liked it a lot,” jaebum says determined. jinyoung looks around, at him, with wide eyes. “really?”
jaebum nods and starts smirking. “really.” jinyoung doesn’t know how to reply and bops his head up and down, rethinking what jaebum said. “we should do that again,” he suddenly says.
jinyoung forgets about the coffee and turns his whole body towards jaebum. “oh, most definitely.”
from: mark
to: jinyoung
so how was your night?
from: jinyoung
to: mark
hyung, he bought me shrimp and alcohol and referred to himself as daddy.
summary: sometimes when you bring the thunder you get lost in the storm
notes: might be a little too mature for some of us. this will be the first story in a collection of words put together by me, inspired by tfln.
[ao3]
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he said that he had extra crunchy taquitos and wanted to go down on me.. i mean how could i say no?
The loud bass is throbbing through his head. His left hand is supporting his chin and his right hand is holding his phone, sending texts to Jeongguk. But Jeongguk isn’t replying so he is basically texting himself.
He groans. Why the fuck did Hoseok leave him in the middle of this party.
Namjoon didn’t even want to go to the party in the first place! But nooo, Jung Hoseok just had to convince him to come and “have fun”, as Hoseok had ordered him.
But here he was, at that party, no Hoseok around him or even to be found, and the party sucks ass. He knew he should’ve stayed at home. He likes parties, he really does, but he wasn’t feeling in for it tonight. How can he have fun when he can’t even get himself up to do anything? He’s been sitting on that chair at the bar ever since Hoseok left him hanging.
He doesn’t even want to know where Hoseok is at this exact moment.
College parties were supposed to be a blast, but now, Namjoon wasn’t having a blast at all. The campus was a place where he knew everyone and everyone knew him, but it felt like no one knew who Namjoon even was. There were a few girls who tried to talk to them at the start of the party, but 1) Namjoon didn’t know who they were; 2) they didn’t know who Namjoon was; 3) so they also didn’t know that he is gay. But even after he told them he wasn’t interested in them, they didn’t stop talking to him. They were alright, really – the girls were pretty, he’s not going to deny that – but it was annoying.
He sighs and shifts in his chair, he places his phone face-down on the bar. In the dimmed room, with only a few colored lights going round and round, he can see a figure sitting down next to him. Namjoon glances to the side and the back of a broad, well-build man meets his sight, his right arm leaning on the bar. He seems to be rather busy talking to someone Namjoon doesn’t recognize.
When the stranger moves his body towards the bar, Namjoon quickly moves his head back to the front and picks up his glass, bringing it to his mouth. Maybe he should tone it down on the drink a little. Looking at the man from the corners of his eyes, he sees the man ordering a drink from the lady behind the bar, and he moves his eyes back to the front. At his glass.
It’s empty. It won’t do much.
So he puts his glass back on the bar and picks up his phone. Still no text from either Jeongguk or Hoseok. He sighs.
Then he sees the man moving his body and Namjoon feels the eyes of the man burning on his skin. And then he leans forward, stopping his face near Namjoon’s ear.
“You look rather lonely,” the man pointed out. He’s got a pretty face, for as far as Namjoon can see in this light.
“My friend left me behind, while we were meant to go to this party together,” he answers.
The lady behind the bar returns to them and gives the man his drink. In return, he gives her money back and says he doesn’t need any in return. The girl looks grateful. Namjoon somehow recognizes her, but might be a little too drunk to fully recognize.
“You don’t come here often, do you?” the man asks. He’s got a nice voice, Namjoon notices, even over this strong bass.
“Actually I go to college here, but apparently no one seems to know or recognize me tonight.” Namjoon laughs, the stranger laughs as well. He’s got a nice laugh, too.
“I go here, too, but I’ve honestly never seen you around.” The stranger looks doubtful. “Anyways,” he says, gulping down his drink, “want to hit the dancefloor with me?”
This man, whom Namjoon thinks of a pretty gorgeous, pretty handsome, wants to have a dance with him? Sure, why not?
“I’d like that.”
The man takes Namjoon’s hand in his and pulls him from the barstool, drags him to the dancefloor and stands still in the middle of it. He turns around and faces Namjoon, steps closer to him and places his hands of Namjoon’s hips.
Oh.
His head comes closer and his mouth touches Namjoon’s ear. “The name’s Kim Seokjin, by the way.” It sounds like a whisper, and Namjoon is doing his hardest best to hold back a shiver.
“Kim Namjoon,” he replies.
Seokjin doesn’t reply, instead, he starts to swing his hips to the rhythm and the beat of the music. Against Namjoon’s.
And Namjoon hasn’t felt this hot in a long, long, time.
He also doesn’t know where to keep his hands, so he does what kind of feels right to him, and places them a little above Seokjin’s hips. And he curses himself. Since when has he become such a weak ass little shit that can’t even handle another man’s touch on him?
Is this because Seokjin is older? He is probably older… He must be, there’s no other way. He doesn’t look that old but also doesn’t look that young. Pretty deceiving, if you ask Namjoon.
Seokjin’s head is still next to Namjoon’s, and starts to lean his chin on the crook of his shoulder. For a split second, Namjoon stops breathing. Seokjin’s body is so close to his.
“You’re pretty cute, you know that?” Seokjin says, his breath tickling the tiny hairs in Namjoon’s neck.
“Uh–”
Seokjin presses his body closer. “Listen, this might sound weird and all,” his breath flies over Namjoon’s neck, down his back, and Namjoon can’t help it to suppress a shiver, “but I’ve been looking at you some time this evening now, and I’ve got extra crunchy taquitos at home and kind of want to go down on you. So what do you say if we ditch this party and go to my place?” Then Seokjin decides to plant small kisses on the crook of Namjoon’s neck.
Oh damn. There’s a pretty good-looking man standing in front of him, pressing his body to his, dancing with him, kissing him, asking him to come with him to his home. Oh hell yes.
Namjoon nods, maybe scared his voice will crack when he speaks up? He doesn’t want to risk anything. But Seokjin gets the hint and slides one of his hands up Namjoon’s side and down his arm to grab his hand.
Seokjin then leaves Namjoon’s body and he immediately feels cold to the touch. Seokjin slowly drags Namjoon to the exit. Seokjin walking in the front, pulling Namjoon through the crowd of people, some of them not giving a shit that two people want to pass through, but Seokjin keeps their hands connected.
They stumble through the crowds and finally – it seemed to take forever for Namjoon – through the door.
And Namjoon is finally able to take a good, deep breath. And a good look at Seokjin.
And his breath stops in his throat again.
Seokjin waves his hand in front of Namjoon’s face, and only then he notices he’s staring at Seokjin. “Namjoon?”
If he said the man was good-looking earlier, he has to say he’s reallyreally good-looking.
Damn, Namjoon.
“Are you okay?” Seokjin asks, sounding a little concerned. He steps closer to Namjoon, and Namjoon notices they’re still holding hands.
“Ye– yeah,” Namjoon stutters, “perfectly fine. Just a little dizzy.”
Seokjin moves his head yet again next to Namjoon’s. “Let’s go to my car then, hm?” His breath – or maybe it was the wind, Namjoon didn’t know for sure – blows through his hair. And Namjoon nods again.
He doesn’t know how to give of reactions towards Seokjin. He’s never had this before in his life. He feels so intimidated by Seokjin, it’s insane. Seokjin is such a tease and he can’t help himself but to feel so intimidated.
Seokjin steps back and walks them over to his car. Namjoon is looking at his back and it doesn’t disappoint.
“Can you drive?” Seokjin asks suddenly.
Namjoon is taken aback. “Uh, yeah?” He hears the jingling of car keys.
“Here,” Seokjin says, and before Namjoon can register the moment, car keys are thrown at his chest. “Why don’t you drive?”
“But I’ve had alcohol? And you as well?”
“You less than I.”
“Oh. Okay.”
He walks around the car and steps in the driver’s seat, and Seokjin in the passenger’s seat. Starts the engine and drives off. He shouldn’t do this. He promised his mom he wouldn’t drive under the influence of alcohol.
Seokjin is instructing him where to go, which exits he should take and such, when he suddenly feels a hand on his arm. Alarmed, he freezes in place. The hand moves down and rests on Namjoon’s thigh. A quick glance to his right reveals him a Seokjin, who’s looking forward with a poker face.
“You should turn right here,” Seokjin says.
Namjoon doesn’t reply and turns right. Seokjin’s hand is tangibly present on his thigh. It burns. In a good way.
As if Seokjin can feel Namjoon’s reaction, he starts to move his hand, to the inside of his thigh and back. And repeats it. Coming extremely and dangerously close to his groin.
Namjoon’s breath catches in his throat.
Carefully looking at his surroundings, not driving too fast, he doesn’t notice Seokjin coming closer to his face. Until a husky whisper of “You’re so handsome, I can’t wait to get home,” blows on his face.
Oh, fuck me.
Namjoon freezes for the nth time this night. But he can’t say anything.
“You go left here, then right and then it’s the third house on your right,” Seokjin whispers.
He comes closer. Namjoon fixates his vision solidly on the road. He turns left and right and find the third house on his right, while Seokjin plays with Namjoon. He stops the car and Seokjin takes this opportunity to grab Namjoon’s chin and yanks it to his side, pressing his lips on Namjoon’s.
Seokjin tastes like alcohol, but then again, so does he himself. It tastes nice.
“Let’s get inside,” Seokjin murmurs, between the kisses. Namjoon groans. He doesn’t really want to leave Seokjin’s lips, but he also isn’t in a really nice position. Seokjin places one last kiss on Namjoon’s lips and gets out of the car. Namjoon follows.
Namjoon walks around the car, up to Seokjin who’s reaching for his keys. Now Namjoon is the one who surprises Seokjin with a kiss in his neck. And as if he was expecting it, he leans in to the touch of Namjoon’s lips on his neck.
They stumble forward, to Seokjin’s house. Namjoon behind Seokjin, feeling his sides and kissing his neck. He’s finally starting to loosen up a little.
Seokjin, as fast as he can, opens the front door, and they quickly walk inside – surprisingly enough without any fails.
The door slams close, bodies are finally pressed together, longing for each other, and Namjoon finally is himself again.
He kisses Seokjin vigorously, their bodies crash together and they feel each other. They go up in the moment, and Seokjin seems to remember that they’re still standing in the hall and walks himself and Namjoon, who’s already out of his jacket and got rid of his top, now getting rid of Seokjin’s tee, to the stairs.
College parties were indeed supposed to be a blast, and right now, Namjoon was having an amazing time.
Waking up the next morning, Namjoon feels an empty space next to him. Not cold and not warm either. So the person – Seokjin, he remembers, nice – has just left the bed.
He gets up and pulls on his underwear, and makes his way out of the bedroom, down the stairs.
A sweet scent of honey and… caramel meets his nose. Also the smell of fresh toasted bread. His stomach greets him with a growl.
He enters the kitchen, still a little dazed. Seokjin is in front of the stove, baking whatever he’s baking but damn does it smell good.
“Goodmorning,” says Seokjin after noticing him. Namjoon blinks a few times and gets rid of the sand in his eyes.
“Yeah, ‘morning.” Seokjin is smiling at him, and he returns the smile. Seokjin might be the most beautiful person he has ever seen in his life.
“I made you breakfast.”
To: Namjoon
From: Hoseok
bro where the fuck are you??? who took you???
To: Hoseok
From: Namjoon
listen
To: Hoseok
From: Namjoon
he was hot. plus he said that he had extra crunchy taquitos and wanted to go down on me.. i mean how could i say no?
To: Hoseok
From: Namjoon
he also made me breakfast
To: Hoseok
From: Namjoon
also you have nothing to say in this because you ditched me first. i got dick last night, i don’t think i’m the loser here.
summary: taehyung and jungkook go to the park for a nice walk and ice cream and jungkook decided to be a little shit
notes: i actually promised myself to write a lot in the past months but here we are, but i’m only focusing on a taekook longfic that’s still not finished sigh help me i’m imprisoned in unsubtle taekook feels. i als don’t know how to feel about this but! i still decided to post it
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“Thanks, Jungkookie,” Taehyung says, looking at the ice cream cone Jungkook handed him.
Jungkook grins and shakes his head. “Don’t mention it.” Licking his own cone, they start walking through the park.
It’s hot outside so Taehyung and Jungkook decided to go to the park for a walk, taking Jungkook’s dog with them. Well, Taehyung dragged Jungkook outside and Jungkook’s mom yelled they should they the dog with them.
So there they are, strolling through the park, being pulled by Jungkook’s dog while eating ice cream.
And Jungkook is enjoying this.
He’s together with Taehyung, the weather is nice, the dog is being nice for once… And he’s with Taehyung, who’s enjoying his ice cream and the weather and everything around him.
Taehyung is chatting and doesn’t shut up, but Jungkook doesn’t care at all.
Looking at Taehyung, he looks happy, but the way he’s licking his ice cream, it makes Jungkook go crazy.
He looks at the ice cream before licking it, dragging his tongue over the vanilla ice cream really slow. Doesn’t Taehyung know what he’s doing to Jungkook like that? Jungkook needs to look somewhere else than at Taehyung right now or he will really go insane in no time. Can’t Taehyung take a break from acting all innocent but sexy like that?
While Jungkook finishes his ice cream, they enter a park where dogs can run around freely, so Jungkook releases the dog from its leach and it runs away immediately.
“ You know,” Taehyung starts when they sit down on a wooden bench, “I really like it today… You, me, together on this warm day. Even though my ice cream is almost melting and I don’t like to eat it quickly, this is– Hey!” A flustered Taehyung looks shocked at Jungkook, while the latter is simply smirking.
The reason Taehyung yelled was Jungkook. The younger boy had decided to be a little shit and take a lick of his boyfriend’s ice cream, while having finished his own before.
Jungkook looks at him with a smug face. “It was melting, you should eat it faster.”
“There was no need for you to do that! It was uncalled for! I’m completely capable of doing that myself!” Taehyung is bright red by now and he doesn’t look at Jungkook. He’s just too flustered.
Jungkook just laughs. “I know you are, but it was still melting, and I wanted more since I finished mine so quickly.”
“Ah, really now…” Taehyung covers the half of his face with his free hand, still flushed red. “I can’t believe you did that.”
Jungkook bends forward again and bows his head towards the not-looking Taehyung, but before he can lick Taehyung’s ice cream again, the older boy notices something out of the corners from his eyes and pulls his ice cream away from the younger.
“Not another time!” he giggles, and Jungkook thinks it’s one of the cutest things he ever has seen on a hot summer day.
But again, before Taehyung can do anything, Jungkook leans forward yet another time and takes an attempt for another lick, and succeeds this time.
Taehyung jumps up and runs away, giggling and ice cream cone still in his hand, the ice dripping all over his hand. And Jungkook follows him, running after him and yelling his name.
summary: when seokjin comes home from a long day of work, he just wanted some rest. but what he gets instead is loud music from the neighbor above him. he’s had enough and is going to say something about it. but oops, the man is hot.
notes: i definitely don’t mean any rudeness towards namjoon with some of my chosen words!!!!! :)
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Seokjin slams the door behind him close and exhales loudly while dropping his bag onto the floor next to him.
Finally some peace, finally some time alone. Finally he’s all alone in his apartment and no one will be able to bother him today anymore.
He can definitely say that today was good day, but it was just too exhausting. There were a lot of customers and the pressure was definitely on in the kitchen.
Working in the restaurant he used to go to as a child was an amazing opportunity, and he still loves the idea of coming there, even if he has to work.
Leaving his bag behind, he walks – or drags his feet – to the couch and lets his body fall down on it. A feeling of total exhaustion hits him hard and his body starts to tingle everywhere. Still able to reach the remote of his radio, he presses the play button. Soft, relaxing music starts to drum through the speakers. He closes his eyes at hearing of the first sounds and focuses on steadying his breathing.
A calm feeling washes over him and he feels himself drowning in the music.
Seokjin sighs in satisfaction. This was definitely what he needed after a long day of work.
Peace and–
A strong beat covered by a nice singing voice, overthrown by false notes screams into his room.
loud music?
“Not again,” Seokjin mutters, head still down on a pillow of the couch.
Just when he wanted some time to relax, the annoying male neighbor from 3F just had to turn on his music and sing along to it.
The person doesn’t stop – even worse: he starts to turn the music louder and louder and his screams (“You can’t even call this singing anymore,” Seokjin mutters.) become even louder.
His head starts to ache. Does this person really think he can sing? Seokjin groans.
This is the nth time, and he’s had enough. He can’t bare these hyena noises anymore.
It’s always the same. He wants some time alone for himself after a busy day of work, and then that neighbor comes crashing in and playing his favorite music. The whole flat can hear him! It’s a miracle that they haven’t come over to him to nag about it.
Something has got to change. Seokjin can’t bear to listen anymore.
He gets up and brushes off his clothes. He walks to the door and stops to put on his shoes. Angrily, he stamps out of the door and through the hall, up the stairs and in the direction of 3F. The closer he gets to the apartment, the louder the music becomes.
He takes a deep breath before knocking on the door three times.
No response.
His hands become fists and starts to angrily bounce on the door. “Hello?! Open up, please?!”
It takes three seconds before the music gets turned down until it’s completely out, and Seokjin hears footsteps coming closer to the door.
Sweat starts to break out and Seokjin suddenly feels nervous. He doesn’t even know what the man looks like! Maybe it’s an old man and greasy man who likes rap music… Maybe it’s a teenager who lives with his parents he’s never seen before… Or maybe it’s–
Seokjin’s thoughts get halted by the creaking of the opening door. And his breathing stops.
Or maybe it’s a hot man of about the same age as him.
Seokjin takes in the man that’s standing in front of him, from top to toe and back to the top. He doesn’t know what to say, it feels like he’s lost his ability to speak. The man is wearing a white loose tank top with black sweatpants.
And he looks glorious. No, to be frank, that’s an understatement. The man is breath-taking, even in this kind of state.
“Um, hello?” the man asks, eyebrows frowned and waving his hand in front of Seokjin. “Can I help you with something?”
Seokjin wakes up from his not-so-daydream and shakes his head from the effect of waking up. Shit. His voice is deep. “Uh– I–,” he stutters. The man looks at him, confusion written all over his face.
Nice first impression!
“Do you need to come in or something?” he asks, and Seokjin comes back to reality.
The hot man just asked me to come inside, I have to keep breathing.
“Ah– I– No,” Seokjin finally brings out. His mind is spitting words at him that he should accept, but he knows better. Maybe this will be a man to stay away from in the future “No, I just wanted to, um, say something.”
“Okay…”
The man looks at Seokjin and Seokjin can see the question marks drowning his face. Yep, definitely a man who he should try to avoid in the future.
Seokjin takes a deep breath and continues to talk. “Look, I don’t want to be rude, but you have been playing your music very loudly, to a point where I’m not able to get some rest after a long day of work,” he says, his voice full of honesty.
The man blinks twice. “Oh,” he says, “I didn’t know that. I’m sorry.”
Seokjin just bops his head up and down in small movements, studying the man’s face. Full luscious lips and a tan skin catch his eyes. They move over to the man’s eyes and his hands suddenly become a little sweaty and his face feels hot. The man simply continues talking, not noticing Seokjin’s stare on his face.
“To be honest with you, I always really go up in my music. I forget the world around me and sometimes, subconsciously, I keep turning the volume up and up.” He catches his breath. Seokjin’s eyes aren’t focused on the man’s eyes anymore, but they have moved back to his lips. “I get really inspired by the lyrics I hear and the things I see around me, that I simply forget other things around me, you know. I didn’t know it was bothering you, and probably others as well.”
When Seokjin doesn’t reply, the man finally turns to look at him and quickly, he’s now the one looking away. Seokjin can feel his cheeks burning and his heart racing at the thought of being caught.
He focuses his eyes on the floor between them and scratches his neck. Ew, it’s soaking wet. He has to go, and quick. He can’t stay within the presence of this man any longer. “Yeah, well, it’s cool now. Please think about it before turning up the volume of your music the next time, okay?”
The man nods. “Absolutely I will.”
Seokjin still doesn’t look at him, but he can feel the eyes of the man bore into his face. He gulps, really now? When he wants to make a short bow as a way to say goodbye before turning around and leaving the man behind, the latter stops him by grabbing his arm. Startled, Seokjin looks up and straight into black eyes, totally engulfing him.
“Wait,” he says, releasing Seokjin’s arm. “I just realized I didn’t even introduce myself.” Seokjin raises his hands and wants to say that he doesn’t need to, but the man’s movements are persistent and telling him he wants to. So Seokjin lets him. “The name’s Kim Namjoon, occupant of flat three-F.”
Seokjin is glad he let him do it.
He – Kim Namjoon – also makes a bow. Cute.
“Ah, well nice to meet you Kim Namjoon. I’m Kim Seokjin–”
“Kim Seokjin, I know,” Namjoon interrupts him. Seokjin looks bewildered. “Heard your name a few days ago from the dude that lives in two-C. I forgot his name, though…” he mumbles.
“Min Yoongi,” Seokjin hisses. His eyes drop. “Well, I have to go and it was nice getting to know you. I hope that in the future you will think about the volume of your music.” He winks.
How– Why in the world did he do that?!
Namjoon seems to be taken aback by the wink and is quiet for a few seconds. He moves his mouth but there are no words coming out from it. Well, shit.
“Um,” it looks like Namjoon is lost for words, and again his mouth moves without displaying any words. “Do you want to come inside?” he politely asks, forgetting that he’s already asked it once. Seokjin looks at him and now Namjoon is the one avoiding eye-contact.
Seokjin thinks it’s cute.
He sighs. Seriously, what does he have to lose? There’s a hot man in front of him, asking him to come inside for a second time, and, well, he’d be damned if he let it slip a second time.
“Sure,” he says as final answer with a small smile, and Namjoon gladly – almost greedily – holds the door open for him, letting him in and following after.
summary: hoseok never really liked roller coasters, so why the hell was he sitting in one, you ask? the answer is very simple: "it’s cute how far you are willing to go for just a boy, hyung," namjoon teased.
notes: i haven't written vhope in ages so i don't really know how to feel about this. this was a wild ride
[ao3]
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He liked amusement parks, he really did, but Hoseok hates roller coasters for as long as he can remember. He just hated them. The uneasiness in his stomach, the height, the twists and loops… He’d rather dive into an ice-cold bath than sit in a roller coaster.
Hoseok threw his head back, inhaled and exhaled, and slowly rethought his life-decisions. If he hated roller coasters that much, then why the fuck was he sitting in one right now, getting ready to take off?
“Remind me to never listen to you again, Yoongi,” he hissed to the blond sitting on his right, who was wearing a wild grin.
“Nah,” the blond simply replied. “That’s no fun.”
He felt a tap on the shoulder and turned around. “Yes, fuck you too, Namjoon,” Hoseok stated, glaring at him. The reason he got on this train ride to hell was actually quite simple, but Hoseok didn’t want to admit it just yet.
“It’s cute how far you are willing to go for just a boy, hyung. I’ve never seen you like this,” Namjoon said, winking at Hoseok.
“Bye,” Hoseok said, turning back to sit straight again and getting a good grip on the safety bar in front of him. “I’m scared as fuck.”
“You’re welcome,” Yoongi mumbled.
Earlier that day
“I think it’s a good thing we’re doing this today,” Hoseok spoke, walking through the entrance of the amusement park.
Namjoon and Yoongi followed him in silence, the latter not saying anything and instead grunting in annoyance.
“C’mon guys, we have loved this amusement park since we were little and you can’t fool me saying you don’t anymore, because you’re ‘older’ now.” He suddenly came to a stop, what caused Namjoon to bump into him.
“Ah, hyung-” he tried to say, but Hoseok started to raise his arms.
“Embrace the youth that’s still in you,” he said, eyes closed and breathing in. “Feel the sun on your-”
Yoongi coughed. “Yeah, no,” he shot, and walked around Hoseok. “I just wanted to have some good quality time with myself and the studio today since Jimin is outta town, so you better not ruin it with your talks. Getting me out of the house was one thing, so you better give me a good time today.”
“Let’s just go, hyung,” Namjoon hissed, pushing Hoseok in his back, “And lower your arms, people are staring.”
Hoseok let himself being pushed by Namjoon and followed Yoongi. With a grin on his face, he looked at the two and got a feeling today was going to be great.
They walked through the park, and for most of the time, it was Hoseok dragging Yoongi and Namjoon around. They had gotten into several attractions, even in a few ‘slower’ roller coasters. It wasn’t a secret that Hoseok hated roller coasters; Namjoon and Yoongi knew about it. And yet he did that. But there were two roller coasters that they hadn’t ridden – two very fast and enormous ones, in comparison with the others.
And yet here he stood. In front of one of them.
Looking up at the height of it, Hoseok could already hear himself scream. He gulped. “Hyung,” he hissed at Yoongi. “There’s no way in hell I’m going to ride this.”
“I know you’re scared,” Yoongi began, analyzing the attraction, “but it will be so worth it.”
The three of them were standing in a line, in front of the roller coaster, when a train flashed by. Hoseok gulped. “I’m so not doing this,” he squealed. He followed the train with his eyes and his heart started to beat faster.
Shitshitshit.
His eyes moved to the line that was waiting to get on, which wasn’t exactly far away from where they were standing. It wasn’t a very long line, he noticed. The train that just dashed by was now at the starting and stopping point and people were getting off. The line moved and new people were getting on. Hoseok thought to himself how in the world people were willing to do this on free will.
“You’re definitely gonna miss out if you aren’t going with us,” Yoongi said.
Hoseok imitated Yoongi’s sound and bit his bottom lip. From the corners of his eyes he saw the door of the control room open and two men walked out. He followed the first man with his eyes, but he disappeared quickly to check the other line of the train. His eyes switched to the second man, who was smiling at the people, checking if their safety belts were adjusted good enough.
(“You’re so weak,” Yoongi teased. “Such a wimp, a baby.”)
He didn’t really know what he saw. Like he couldn’t accept the sight in front of him. Maybe because the world seemed to stop for a second.
The man was, even from that distance between them, gorgeous. His strawberry blond hair was so beautiful, standing out from the others like that. It was beautiful, breath-taking.
(“There’s not a spark of manliness to find within you,” Yoongi continued.)
He had to see him from a closer point. And that probably meant he had to get on the roller coaster. Hoseok swallowed. Was he really going to do this because of one man?
“It isn’t like Hoseok is going to ride this roller coaster anyway, so let’s go inside before he drags us away,” Yoongi said to Namjoon, nodding his head towards the roller coaster. Hoseok looked away from the man and focused his hearing and sight on the two.
Namjoon nodded in response and without saying anything, they slowly walked towards the line of waiting people.
Thoughts flew through and around Hoseok’s mind. He brought his hands to his face and closed his eyes. “I’m such an idiot,” he muttered to himself, then yelled: “Wait up!”, and already regretted his choice when they turned around with confused faces. “I’m coming, too.”
As he was walking towards them, Namjoon’s mouth fell open. “Are you serious, hyung?”
“Yeah,” his voice cracked. “Yeah,” he corrected himself.
“This is going to be a wild ride,” Yoongi laughed.
Hoseok mumbled a whining “Why” and joined Namjoon and Yoongi at the end of the line – which was even shorter now.
Getting closer and closer to the boarding point, Hoseok’s heart started to beat faster and faster. His eyes constantly flashed from the line in front of him, to the train, to the handsome man. And before he knew it, the small gate opened in front of him and he sank down in the seat, with Yoongi next to him.
What he didn’t know, was that Yoongi and Namjoon exactly knew why Hoseok joined them. They noticed that every time a new line could enter the trains, Hoseok’s eyes had wandered over to a guy with strawberry blond hair. Yoongi and Namjoon knew Hoseok longer than today, it only took them a few seconds to figure things out and put two and two together.
“My heart is beating like crazy. Why am I doing this again? Remind me to never listen to you again, Yoongi,” he hissed to the blond sitting on his right, who was wearing a wild grin.
“Nah,” the blond simply replied. “That’d be no fun.”
He felt a tap on the shoulder and turned around. “Yes, fuck you too, Namjoon,” Hoseok stated, glaring at the younger boy. The reason he got on this train to hell was actually quite simple, but Hoseok didn’t want to admit it just yet.
“It’s cute how far you are willing to go for just a boy, hyung. I’ve never seen you like this,” Namjoon said, winking at Hoseok.
“How do you-!?” Hoseok stated, eyes wide and mouth agape.
“We’ve been friends for more than ten years,” Namjoon replied, a small grin forming his face, “It’s not like we don’t know you by now.”
“Also, you couldn’t stop staring at him,” Yoongi butted in, “He’s got a nice ass and face, though.”
“Bye,” Hoseok said, turning back to sit straight again and getting a good grip on the safety bar in front of him. “I’m scared as fuck.”
“You’re welcome,” Yoongi said proudly. “But Jimin’s ass is better.”
“I don’t even wanna know that!” Hoseok whined. “Can I still get off this hell-thing?!”
But exactly at that moment, the control room opened and the handsome man stepped out. “Nope,” Namjoon said, “You can’t.” Hoseok could feel Namjoon’s grin pressing in his scalp.
“Fucking hell,” he yelped softly, as the man got closer. He had to check Hoseok’s side of the train, guh-reate. And as he got even closer, Hoseok stopped thinking.
How lame, he thought. But the man was drop-dead gorgeous.
He checked Hoseok’s safety belt, adjusted the rubber block in front of it and pushed it. His fingers touched Hoseok and Hoseok looked up at the men. He shouldn’t have done that. The man was flashing Hoseok a beautiful rectangular smile. He didn’t know how to react, but could manage to give him a weak smile in return.
The man went on with Namjoon, and was way quicker done with him than he was with Hoseok. Namjoon leaned forward. “You’re acting weird, hyung,” he hissed with an evil smirk on his face. “Is Taehyung that intimidating?”
“Taehyung?”
“Nametag,” was a quick and clear reply.
“I want to hit you. With a chair.”
Namjoon didn’t say anything anymore and sat straight again with a satisfied smile on his face.
It took a few seconds, but after that, the train finally took off and Hoseok screamed from the moment the train got loose from the pull until it stopped. It cost Hoseok a few seconds to finally realize the train had stopped. He heard people talk again and on the background he heard Taeyang’s Ringa Linga softly blaring through the speakers.
To release the people sitting in the train, the employees had to, not only push a button, but to also help the visitors out of the chairs; they had to go past all of the visitors.
That meant, Hoseok realized after the train came to a stop and when the employees came out, that the handsome man – or Taehyung, according to Namjoon – would come over to him again. “Oh, God,” he hissed and Yoongi burst out in laughter. Hoseok wisely chose to ignore it.
Handsome man walked out and Hoseok paused his breathing. He had looked straight at Hoseok when walking out. He got to the first row and helped the two people out of their seats, and Hoseok wasn’t really sure, but it looked like the guy tried to make eye contact with him?
As he came closer, Hoseok could see a nametag that read ‘Taehyung’… So for once Namjoon hadn’t lied to him.
(“See you later, Hoseok,” Yoongi muttered to Hoseok, leaving the coaster with Namjoon.)
Hoseok was next and Taehyung stepped next to him. While Hoseok’s heart was drumming through his whole body, Taehyung watched him as he lowered and slowly moved his hands over the rubber in front of Hoseok, touching his stomach on accident.
“Woops, sorry,” Taehyung mumbled.
Hoseok shook his head, mumbling a small “It’s okay,” and noticed Yoongi already left.
“Did you like it?” He what? Like what? Taehyung probably saw the confusion on Hoseok’s face and quickly added: “The roller coaster, I mean.” Hoseok quickly looked at him from the corners of his eyes and saw Taehyung pressing his lips together, focusing his eyes anywhere but at Hoseok.
“Yeah, I think so,” Hoseok replied, discovering a small croak in his voice. Damn.
Taehyung finally looked at him. Grinned at him. And once again Hoseok didn’t know what to do. Taehyung’s smile was gorgeous – drop-dead gorgeous. “Awesome, hope you have a nice today.”
“Yeah,” Hoseok said again. Mentally cursing, (couldn’t he say anything else beside a stupid ‘yeah’?), he returned the smile. “You too.” He hoisted himself from his seat and shot Taehyung one last look, who looked back.
He stepped over the seat Yoongi was seated in during the ride, and slowly stalled in the direction of the exit, replaying their conversation in his head.
“Wait up, Hoseok!”
He stopped his legs and slowly turned around. There was Taehyung, motioning him to wait for him, and he gave him a confirmation with his hand.
How did Taehyung know his name? He hadn’t told him his name, had he?
Discussing with himself, Hoseok didn’t see Taehyung nearing and jumped a little when he put a hand on his shoulder. “Fuck,” he softly cursed, placing his hand on his heart and turning around. “That scared me.”
“Ahh, sorry,” Taehyung apologized, bopping his head quickly up and down. “But, uh, you dropped this,” he said, head down and pushing a small piece of paper into Hoseok’s shirt.
“I don’t think I–” Hoseok started, taking the piece of paper from Taehyung’s hands.
“Bye.” Taehyung dashed away to the control room.
“–dropped anything? Huh?” He looked at the piece in his hands. “I first need to find Namjoon and Yoongi-hyung,” he mumbled to himself, keeping the paper tight in his right hand, and walking through the exit of the roller coaster, to the bench where the duo was waiting for him.
Yoongi grinned at him. “Look at who’s finally here. Did mister employee keep you busy? What took you so long?”
“He passed me a paper,” Hoseok whispered, not knowing what to expect.
Namjoon mumbled a “What?” and Yoongi shrugged.
“He passed me a paper,” Hoseok repeated, “saying I dropped it but I didn’t carry any pieces of paper on me?” He slowly started to unfold the piece of paper, and Yoongi and Namjoon were immediately all ears: anything that concerned their friend and a boy meant real business. They came to stand behind him and read along over his shoulder.
“I usually don’t and actually can’t do this, but call me ><” followed by a phone number.
None of them said a word. None of them moved a muscle.
“Dude,” Yoongi finally spoke after a few moments of silence.
Hoseok moved his head to look up at the control room, where a curious face – that belonged to Taehyung – was staring at him and immediately looked away when he noticed Hoseok and his friends looking at him. Hoseok saw his head slowly moving back to them and raised a hand next to his face. Hoseok’s face turned a slight pink because of Taehyung: he was making a ‘call me’ sign.
