#jinkook traces

[ezamevolni]

Traces: 2jin detour

So this post is strongly speculative and theory-based. Meaning that I'm reaching for the connections. But after spotting some interesting correlations between the events when placed on the same timeline, I'm putting this out there so maybe the you who's reading could take a look and tell whether there's truly a thread here.

One of my favorite YT Jinkookers moonbathingrite had made a great video that opened my eyes to the possibility of 2jin being a thing before Jin and Jungkook. (Note: she never said that they were, but did present interesting parallels between 2jin and Jinkook who came later)

2jin is the ship name for Kim Seokjin and Jin Hyosang.

Jin Hyosang, also known as Kidoh (ex-member of Toppdogg), used to be a BigHit trainee and was in the same underground rap group (DamNamhyup) as RM. He was actually in one of the final lineups for Bangtan (based off a poster) but joined Stardom Ent. some time in late 2012. The likeliest reason for switching agencies probably had to do with creative issues since BTS did go through a major revamp before debut - the original lineup of 'rappers only' eventually turned into a choreography heavy, idol group.

Kidoh was able to start releasing mixtapes with his new members in March and April of 2013, and later debuted officially in October. If you look at Toppdogg's debut album, Kidoh had writing credits on almost every single one of them. He even had a solo track, which was a major indicator of how much the agency was planning on pushing him.

Kidoh's connection to Jin is one of the rarer K-Pop phenomenons I've seen - fans shipping two male idols from different rookie groups right out the gate. This was mainly bolstered by Kidoh's fans all being acutely aware of how extremely infatuated he was with Jin, and Kidoh's encouraging responses. There was even something of a love triangle being touted back in 2013 between Kidoh, Jin and Rap Monster 😐 Ancient times were different 😺

So fan spectacle aside, how credible was 2jin being an actual item?

Truthfully, not very much. Because the affection was simply too lopsided to call it a relationship. Kidoh seemed enamored by Jin but Jin was generally aloof and cavalier in return. Of course, you could argue that Jin had always been a master of disguising his emotions but taking into account their careers at the time, it would have been impossible to date anyway (even if they wanted to).

For a more comprehensive history on 2jin's social media interactions, you could check out this 2jin blog - here (look at the number of notes under each post...considering the small fanbases att and this being the international side, it's impressive)

And if interested, here's an overview of predebut BTS - reddit

And if you're wondering why I'm bringing an ex-idol/trainee/friend into the picture, stay with me :)

Jin moved into Bighit's dorm on July 29, 2012 and the very next day, Kidoh tweeted about Jin:

When Jin...or maybe not Jin, tweeted using the group account at the end of 2012:

Kidoh possibly already left BigHit by then

Commenting on a post by BTS_twt with a candid snap of Jin:

Kidoh's tweets about Jin were always harmless but had just that unnecessary hint of... attentiveness?

So with these social media traces, his affection for Jin was known since their trainee days. He had left enough crumbs online for the shippers to gather rapidly in their debut year.

On a related note, it's amusing how there's essentially no traces of Kidoh and Namjoon's friendship despite these two being in the same underground rap group far longer than either ever knew Seokjin. Joon was there the whole time and yet, there's no signs of the rappers knowing each other. In fact, they barely interacted during their special collab stage for Show Champion in 2014.

And it might have been fine to label his affection for Jin as overly-affectionate-best-friend feels, but Kidoh definitely toed the line at times:

One more picture! Gay goosebumps..

And maybe Seokjin was also aware of the possibility of Hyosang being romantically interested in him because

Fan: Seokjinnie oppa! Who is Jin Hyosang to oppa?

Jin: not gay haha

TBH I had doubted the credibility of the post it at first because I found it on a 2015 tweet:

But I did spot this translation from way back in 2013:

Jin's response is incredibly telling of the whole situation because first of all, he had to be aware of what the fans were thinking when they asked him the question. Secondly, he skipped over several thoughts to arrive at 'I'm not gay' because the question wasn't asking if he was??

(and the response is so deeply closeted iykwim)

Meanwhile Kidoh was on another wavelength:

Q: What is Seokjin-shii for Hyosang? K: Destiny

Personally... I've heard best friends refer to each other as 'soulmates' before, but never 'destiny'. His answer seemed to imply another layer to their friendship.

Another interesting aspect of 2jin was the way Jin used to tweet about Kidoh, where his habits later carried over when he was tweeting about Jungkook.

For example, Jin would add his name to the end of a sentence:

I am too, fascinated-jin #kimseokjinhyosang

@/BTS_twt My friend is debuting, its fascinating-jin..

Jin's tweet for Jk's birthday in 2013:

Jungkook-ah  Hyung will always be on your side  I love you-jin  Happy Birthday!

It's like his little watermark to say he was the one who tweeted.

And that hashtag #kimseokjinhyosang conjoining the two of their names <3

That's a thing Jin once did during mid-2016 on the day of Jinkook's waterpark date.

Seokkookie

And of course it's cuter when Jin did it for Jk and himself, because it was half and half of their names. He will cram them together even if none of the alphabets are the same ❤️

These little things that Jin would do for his closest person/friend remained constant but of course, the two relationships were probably not of the same nature.

The difference mainly being Jin - his attitude towards Hyosang and Jungkook was like if you compared night and day. Indifference vs great affection.

Here's another set of 2jin post its famous for the contrast:

Q: What do you like about BTS' Seokjinie oppa?? K: Lips .. (Shy)

The similarity of his answers to our younger protagonist is surreal.

...And here's Jin's answer to the same question posed of Kidoh:

Q: Hyosang said he likes your lips the most. What do you like the most about Hyosang? J: Money

He's consistent. Still focused on moneys when it comes to other people 🤣😋

Other than these traces of the 2jin friendship, you can explore their lore further on the blog linked above. You'd understand what I meant by how Kidoh 'encouraged' the shippers. Jin lived rent free on his mind.. he got mentioned even when Kidoh was interacting with fans on entirely unrelated topics. It didn't seem like fan service because the moments were so random and neither of them seemed to actually care about the reaction.

There's also some Yt compilations comparing how similar 2jin's personalities were, both a little eccentric, loud and confident about their looks. It is easy to tell why they clicked.

So it's interesting how Kidoh appeared rather infatuated with Jin.. which Jungkook's attitude resembled at times. Everything else aside, his focus on Jin lasted throughout their trainee period together up to the last second of their fallout.

Considering how forward Kidoh was and how they'd still meet each other backstage at music shows, it's certainly possible that members of both teams had observed 2jin's interactions and knew about their close friendship. And for someone who was in close proximity to Jin and paid him a lot of attention, he might know they're close and perhaps had wondered about the nature of the two 92-liners' relationship.

The fallout seemed to happen out of the blue.

On November 8, 2014 Jin and Kidoh still seemed fine and had taken a selfie together

And on Jin's birthday, Kidoh tweeted a polaroid of themselves and a short message:

Isn't it funny how they looked like twins

Then before the year could come to an end, BTS_twt was discovered to have unfollowed Kidoh.

Shippers who were watching 2jin's moves saw that Kidoh also deleted many of his posts related to Jin. Following this, on Christmas Eve he tweeted:

Lamenting how he was single and surrounded by couples.

Whether it's actually related to Jin or not, I can't say. But the timing of the tweet did coincide with his abrupt disconnection from Jin. And sadly these two had never interacted, or at least publicly, ever again after December 2014.

And on a very loosely related note, Jungkook had posted his cover of Crush's Sofa on Dec 16 that year

Which was a melancholic breakup song speaking from the perspective of someone who's clearly been dumped.

As armys we know more than to dismiss the lyrics of Jk's cover songs right... so the timing of this cover seemed pretty interesting in the scheme of things.

So that's something to think about there.

My own loose theory is that there was something more than friends there going on but not enough to call it an official relationship. And for the sudden 'breakup', it could be anything. Maybe it was business - had to do with Kidoh's lawsuit that surfaced half a year later, or personal - a failed confession... the possibilities are whichever you believe in. (My dream is for Seokjin to publish an autobiography at the age of 40 and spill all the tea) As for how Jk fits in... I have no idea how much he knew (did he ever ask or did Jin ever tell), but that lil cover showed he was probably aware of events in this arena.

LOL Didn't I say that I was reaching 😋

And unfortunately, the story for Hyosang kind of kept going downhill for a while. The following year, he filed a lawsuit against his agency for mismanagement of his career, and then in 2016, was convicted for drug use along with ex-Bighit trainee Iron.

After the ordeal, he returned to the industry as a producer for AOMG and almost exclusively produced for Woo (Woo Wonjae). He's under the new monicker Khyo now. That lasted for about 2 years and more recently, he doing DJ gigs at festivals.

So he's up and still doing music 🙌

This ended in a sort of somber note with the lost connection between 2jin....

But the silver lining to it is that both of them are living well, and I'm not a 2jin shipper 👻✨

#jinkook #kookjin #jinkook traces #2jin #it's a detour that comes back onto the main path

[casuallyimagining]

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Hybrid Min Yoongi x Female Reader; Platonic OT7 x Female Reader; Namseok; Jinkook

Summary: After helping Yoongi get away from his abusive former owner, you’re left to focus on your relationship and how it progresses. That is, until you find six other hybrids who need your help, and their former owner decides he’s going to make your life hell. Genre: hurt/comfort, angst, fluff Word Count: 1,788 Rating: M Warnings (updated per chapter): stalking, wild animal attack, major character injury, blood, implied homophobia, slight internalized homophobia, starvation, hospitalization, discussion of sexual assault, discussion of physical assault, discussion of controlling behavior

Major thanks to @eatjeanjin for beta-ing this and for listening to me complain almost constantly. You’ve been nothing but helpful and sweet, and I’m so grateful for your opinions and assistance.

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Sequel to Fix You. Read it first.

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You could hear Hobi giggling outside on the stoop, even with the door closed. Your phone rang 20 minutes ago, the person on the other line asking for the viper hybrid in a very professional voice. You had handed the phone over dutifully, and Hobi had gone outside for some privacy. It had been almost a month since he and Namjoon had applied to a few jobs in the neighborhood, and while they had both been on a few interviews, neither had heard anything definite.

Judging by the sheer amount of giggling he was doing, he had finally gotten an answer.

Yoongi shifted, his head lolling to the side in your lap. He put his book down spine-up on his chest to save his place. His ears twitched against your hand, flicking indignantly as you traced a finger through the soft fur of their backs. “He’s going to be embarrassed if he comes back in and we’re both just sitting here listening to him.”

You hummed, your hand moving from playing with his ears to running through his hair. “He’ll live.”

He laughed through his nose just as the door opened. Hobi walked in, his bare feet padding across the wooden floor the only sound in the room. It was quiet for a moment as the viper hybrid walked into the living room and handed you your cell phone. You raised an eyebrow as you took it from him, a silent ‘well?’ to prompt him into sharing.

“I uh…” Hobi cleared his throat, a small, nervous cough. “I got the job.”

You grinned at him, offering him an enthusiastic thumbs-up. Yoongi shot up from his place in your lap, a wide, gummy smile on his lips.

“Hobi, that’s great!” you told him happily, accepting his outstretched hand when he reached for you and giving it a squeeze.

“Which place?” Yoongi questioned, catching Hobi as he fell into his chest in an attempted hug.

“The shelter on Longfellow Avenue.”

Longfellow Avenue was a 30-minute walk away if he cut through the park, and while you had never been to the shelter, Hobi had really enjoyed the atmosphere when he went in for his interview. It was more than just a homeless hybrid service. It provided resources for a variety of hybrid needs. They needed a cleaner and someone to help out with making meals every once in a while.

Hobi shifted his hug to you, and you held him briefly until you felt him pull away slightly. “When do you start?”

“Next Monday.”

“Hobi, seriously that’s great.” You reached over and fluffed his hair gently, your hand running over the tiny scaled horns on his head. He leaned into your touch. “I’m really proud of you.”

Suddenly, his golden eyes widened, and he jumped away. “I have to go tell Namjoon!” he exclaimed before scuttling down the hallway. You heard the door to their bedroom open and shut.

After a moment, Yoongi scooted closer to you on the couch, picking his book back up and reopening it to where he left off. He leaned into your side, your arm moving to wrap around his shoulders and hold him closer.

“When’s Taehyung’s meeting with Hwang?” he asked absently, turning the page in his book.

“Tuesday.”

“You going with him?”

You shook your head, reaching for the remote. “He wanted to go alone.”

Yoongi hummed. “Good for him.”

You scrolled through the channels, attempting to find something even remotely interesting to watch. Normally, you wouldn’t have hesitated to put on an episode of Yoongi’s favorite bar renovation show, but you were mostly caught up by now, having only a couple episodes left before you had to switch over to watching the new episodes live. And neither of you were capable of really following a tv schedule.

He readjusted, resting his head on your shoulder. The mid-afternoon sun streamed through the window, its beam falling on his torso. You knew that, between the warmth of the sun, the cuddles, and the quiet of the house with Jungkook and Taehyung out on a walk, Yoongi would be asleep soon. He loved an afternoon nap more than he loved most things. He snuggled in, his nose brushing against your neck. You felt him inhale slowly before letting it out, his body deflating and relaxing against you. You ran a hand through his hair, turning your head and pressing a kiss between his ears.

He was out before you even settled on something to watch.

A few days later, you helped Yoongi make dinner. He had seen a recipe for a cheesy pasta dish that he wanted to try, and you loved watching him work in the kitchen. Plus, you were sick of staring at your computer, and Jungkook’s boundless energy was a little too much for you to handle all the time. So hiding in the kitchen with your favorite kitty worked out perfectly for you.

Yoongi was a great chef on his own, but he never turned down your help. The two of you worked well together. You weren’t a bad cook yourself, but Yoongi tended to give you smaller tasks--chopping vegetables, making side dishes, those types of things. You didn’t mind. He liked cooking, liked the freedom it provided him, so you were happy to play his sous chef when he needed one.

When you had asked if he wanted help, Yoongi had handed you a knife and a pile of vegetables, setting you to task making a salad. He hated bagged lettuce, so you had taken the time to rip lettuce off the head and into manageable chunks. You were chopping onions when you saw Namjoon enter the kitchen, his ears on alert, but his tail hanging hesitantly behind him.

“Food will be done in 10 minutes,” Yoongi told him, the cat hybrid barely glancing up from the dish he was washing.

“Thanks, hyung.” Namjoon’s deep voice was soft. He sat down at one of the stools at your island. “Can I talk to you both?”

Yoongi’s head immediately shot up, his ears immediately snapping to focus on Namjoon. “What’s wrong?”

“I got a phone call today.” Namjoon sighed. You looked to Yoongi and he shrugged. You had no idea where the wolf was going with this, and quite frankly, you were a little worried. Luckily, you didn’t have to wait long. “They offered me that job at the park.”

“Namjoon!” Yoongi exclaimed, putting the pan he was rinsing down in the drying rack.

“That’s great!” you told him, setting your knife down.

The wolf hybrid shrugged, his tail barely lifting from behind him. “I don’t know if I’m going to take it. I told them I’d call them back.”

Yoongi’s brow furrowed. “Why?”

“It’s only part-time,” Namjoon said softly. “And it’s only minimum wage.”

“So?” You held back a laugh. “Namjoon, that’s great. Isn’t that the job you wanted?”

“Yeah, but I didn’t realize it would pay so little.”

“That doesn’t matter,” you told him, frowning.

“But I won’t be able to help out as much!”

You shrugged. “Yeah, but this is, like, everything you wanted, right? It’s outdoors. It’s close-by. It’s a good job, Namjoon. If you want it, go for it.”

“I just feel like I should pull my weight. Set a good example.”

You sighed. You wanted Namjoon to enjoy his job, even if it wasn’t the most well-paying. Anything was better than nothing.

“So pull your weight,” Yoongi said flatly, his attention returning to the dishes in the sink. “It doesn’t have to be monetary. Figure out how you can be most useful and do it.”

Namjoon’s mouth snapped shut, and for a moment, you could see him thinking. You’d never heard Yoongi talk like that to anyone before, although you supposed that he was older than Namjoon, and he could throw around that weight a bit when he needed to.

It was apparently effective.

Namjoon’s ears relaxed slightly, his tail giving a tentative wag behind him. After a moment, he nodded. “If you’re sure?”

“I don’t want you to be miserable at your job, Namjoon,” you told him honestly. “If you really want this, take it.”

His tail wagged again, more excited this time. “I’ll call them back tomorrow.”

Meal times were interesting with five additional hybrids in the house. You didn’t have a table--you didn’t even have room for a table--so you had to get creative. When it was just you, you ate wherever you wanted, whether that was standing over the kitchen sink, holed up in your office, or lounging on the couch. Then, as Yoongi started to cook more, you started using your island and the barstools.

But because you only had two barstools, things changed once again when Namjoon and Hobi, and then Taehyung and Jungkook, joined the pack. That was when you moved from the kitchen island to the living room, the six of you usually turning on some sort of movie or show to keep you occupied while you ate.

Yoongi always sat to your left, both of you claiming the couch as your designated spots. Jungkook sat on the floor directly in front of you, his back against your legs, his tail thumping happily against the hardwood floor as he ate. The other three didn’t have set spots, choosing instead to sit wherever their hearts desired in the moment.

Jungkook leaned his head against your knee, his ears coming dangerously close to flopping into your pasta. You moved them gently away from your plate, but he flicked them back and you gave up.

“Are you excited to start work, Hobi-hyung?” the pup asked, taking a sip of his puppy milk protein shake.

Hobi nodded vigorously, his tongue peeking out from between his lips. Normally, he was disciplined in suppressing his snake-like behaviors, but you noticed that when he got excited, he became more lax. Suddenly, his eyes widened as if he had thought of the most amazing idea.

“I can walk you to work every day, Namjoon!” he said reverently, his hands covering his mouth. Namjoon laughed, hearty and full, and playfully cuffed Hobi on the ear.

Taehyung and Jungkook both giggled, the pup leaning into you for support as he did. You didn’t miss the panther hybrid’s eyes darting to you briefly, and you smiled at him gently. He returned it almost immediately, a wide, boxy grin spreading across his face like wildfire. Beside you, you heard a soft, stuttering purr start to rumble in Yoongi’s chest.

You hummed to yourself, taking a bite of your pasta. You never would have dreamed that you would find so much happiness just sitting in the middle of your own little pack of misfit hybrids, watching some random made-for-tv movie.

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[breadoffoxy]

Hope

Summary: It’s quite an event watching all the kids hunting down colorful Easter eggs with your chaotic friends. It’s even more of an event when Hoseok has something special planned just for you.

Written for the BTS Ghosite Marathon. Prompt: Theme: Holiday

Drabble: 3/30

Pairing: single mom Reader x Hoseok, Yoongi x Jimin

Genre: fluff, humor

Warnings: Cute, plastic eggs being used as projectiles, chaotic Jinkook, fxm, mxm, gay married couple, someone gets spanked with a spatula 

Word Count: 1,272

The sun was blaring, feeling more like summer than spring, as you and your friends watched as kids ran through the expansive backyard, looking for pastel colored Easter eggs. They’ve been going at it for a while, especially since Jin and Jungkook decided to hide some in more difficult spots. The two chaotic men lean against the railing of the wooden porch yelling out confusing hints. Most of the kids have learned to ignore them by now, but they still have Namjoon’s son running around in circles, much to their amusement and Namjoon’s displeasure.

Namjoon sighs, glaring at his friends, and steps down into the lawn to help his son. He holds his son’s hand and walks around with him, looking carefully for eggs. It makes you smile when your daughter, Harin, skips by in her purple dress and offers some of her eggs to her friend. She obviously picked up on your competitive spirit as her bucket is nearly overflowing. You’ll have to give her an extra treat for being so nice and sharing. 

Your eyes shift to the other man down in the lawn as your daughter joins the circle of kids surrounding him and the egg filled tree. Hoseok’s white button up shirt, rolled up at the sleeves, stretches across his toned body as reaches up to gather eggs in a tree that are impossible for any of the kids to reach or climb safely. He hands them one by one to the excited kids with a beaming smile. Your daughter is last and after receiving an egg you can’t help but smile softly at the sight of Hoseok fixing the bow in Harin’s hair that’s come loose after all her running. Your daughter then shows off her basket to Hoseok with a grin and the two start talking about something but your attention to the scene is cut off when your friend steps up next to you and bumps your shoulder. 

“Your eyes are basically hearts right now.” Yoongi smirks at you before taking a bite out of the skewer in his hand. 

“Like your one to talk. You’re the mushiest when it comes to your husband.” You nod your head back towards Jimin who’s at the grill, keeping an eye on the food while talking to his best friend Taehyung.

Yoongi turns to look and you visibly see him soften as he gazes at his husband. “That’s true.” He looks back to where his best friend is crouched before your daughter listening to her talk enthusiastically. “Just like Hoseok is mushy towards you and Harin.”

“Please,” you frown back at Yoongi. “He’s only being nice.”

“He’s not like your ex. Hoseok really loves Harin and…” Yoongi hesitates, a rare phenomena as he’s always sure of his words before he speaks, “he cares a lot about you too.”

It’s been a rough few years since your ex left you, not ready or willing for the responsibility of a child. It broke your heart and you poured everything you had left into Harin. It was a blessing when Yoongi introduced himself when you were picking up Harin one day from school. She was walking out of class with a boy the same age as her who happened to be Yoongi’s son. After a couple successful play dates you and Harin were effectively pooled into Yoongi’s family and friend group. That’s how you met Hoseok, who’s been nothing but kind to you and a literal ray of sunshine in your life. 

It’s hard for you to believe that someone as well off and successful as Hoseok would want to settle down with someone with a kid and so much baggage. Maybe you can believe it but just rather not so your heart, and more importantly Harin’s heart, doesn’t get broken again by a person who decides later they are just done with you. Hoseok though has never been like that though, always offering and never wanting anything in return. He’s broken down your walls and built up so much trust in their place. 

“Mommy, look! Hoseok found an egg for you!” Harin’s excited yell breaks you from your thoughts. She dashes over to you with a toothy grin and a silver egg held tightly in her hands. 

Your eyes fly to Hoseok, and your eyes meet his. He’s standing with his hands in his pockets and is slowly heading your way. Hoseok’s still smiling but he seems nervous, as if wondering what your reaction will be to his surprise.

“Did he now?” You take the egg from Harin’s outstretched hand and stare at it for a good moment. 

“If you won’t open it, I will,” Yoongi threatens, staring at the silver egg with a grin. 

“No.” You bring the egg in closer to your body and turn slightly so he can’t see what’s inside. Ignoring his disappointed groan, you twist off the top and nearly gasp at what’s inside, but your hand does come up to your mouth in surprise. 

Atop a shallow bed of confetti lays a beautiful necklace with a silver heart attached to a smaller one. Each heart has a gem attached to the center where the heart dips in. The larger one has your birthstone while the smaller one carries Harin’s. 

“Do you like it?”

You just have stared at it longer than you thought because Hoseok’s now standing next to you with a crease in his brow. Yoongi and Harin are staring at you expectedly, and the other adults are looking over curiously as well. 

“I-“ your finger traces the smaller heart, “I love it, thank you.” You grin at Hoseok, whose shoulders relax and his beautiful smile turns even softer at your answer. “I can’t take this though, it’s far too nice of a gift, you didn’t need to get this for me.”

“But I wanted to.” Hoseok plucks the necklace out of the egg and walks around you. You feel his breath hit your neck and his hands come over your head to place the dainty chain around your neck. Once he has it clasped he circles back around to see you tracing the heart again. 

“Beautiful.”

Despite your embarrassment, you can’t help but stare at the kind man. Feeling a hand tug at your clothes you look down and give your daughter your hand to hold. The smile she gives you makes your heart realize that maybe it was time to move on to a new chapter. 

“Thank you, Hoseok.” 

“Woooo, go Hobi!!” Jin shouts while Jungkook drums enthusiastically on the rail. The moment effectively shatters, but at least all the kids find them hilarious. 

Yoongi glares at his friends before yelling over to his son, “Shiwoo, remember that thing your dad and I told you not to do?”

Shiwoo nods at his dad while Jimin nearly brandishes his spatula as a weapon. “Yoongi, no.”

“Forget what I said, go all out.”

Jimin grows under his breath but watches in amusement as Shiwoo expertly aims his eggs at the chaotic men and throws with a strong arm. Jin and Jungkook yell and duck for cover as all the other kids want in on the action.

“You’re welcome.” Yoongi grins, taking another bite of his skewer. He heads back over to his husband where he gets smacked hard with the spatula on his butt. 

You swear even the adults are children, but all of that is quickly forgotten when a large hand reaches for your own and entwines their fingers with yours. Looking at Hoseok, you give his hand a squeeze, allowing hope to enter your heart for something more with this man.

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[a89x54vs]

hi :) hope you’re doing well! i always ask for jin content and i hope it’s not too much. recently, i was thinking about jinkook’s competitive friendship. could there be a story where jungkook keeps bothering jin, and comes to realize that jin’s ticklish (especially around his stomach)? if not, that’s ok !!

The maknae always wins.

This is a tickle fic, feedback is accepted as long as it’s done in a respectful way.

Jin and Jungkook butt heads a lot, maybe too much.

It’s a healthy, playful and competitive friendship, but sometimes the maknae forgets not everyone has his same energy to play.

“Hyung come on, let’s play something” The bunny whined, he was bored out of his mind.

“Jungkook go bother someone else” Jin said, he was more focused on watching TV.

“There’s no one else hyung” Jungkook was right, the rest of the members were out.

“Then go play in your room” Jin replied “I swear sometimes you’re like a little kid”

“It’s not my fault you’re getting old” Kookie smirked, knowing what those words caused.

“Yah! Who are you calling old?” Jin exclaimed, all attention now on the maknae.

“Come on hyungie, you’re the oldest of the group” Jungkook said with a chuckle.

Jin narrowed his eyes and tackled the bunny, determined to make him eat those words.

However, Jin forgot that Jungkook wasn’t a muscle bunny for nothing and soon he was in disadvantage but still wouldn’t give up.

Both of them wrestled for a bit until Jungkook pinned Jin’s arms over his head and straddled his hips.

“So hyung, ready to admit defeat?”

Jin knew he really stood no chance against the maknae, but he still refused to give up and tried to squirm out of the bunny’s grip.

Jungkook looked at the older with amusement “Come on hyungie, you already lost this fight” The bunny poked Jin’s tummy not expecting much but was received with a squeak.

Maknae and hyung stared at each other for a moment before Kookie smiled and said:

“Who would have expected it? Our big hyung is ticklish”

Jin blushed at the words and denied with his head.

“I-I’m not ticklihihihihish nahahahahaha” Jin’s protest was interrupted as the maknae traced his tummy with a single finger.

“Hmm? What did you say hyung?” Jungkook smiled, tracing circles on the older’s tummy.

“Ahahahahahahaha Jungkook dohohohohon’t” Jin giggled and tried to squirm but couldn’t.

“Don’t? Don’t what hyung?” Jungkook asked, stopping the tracing.

“Tickle me” Jin spat out but then realized what he said “No nohohohoho don’t dohohoho it”

“Tickle you? Of course hyung” Kookie began quickly clawing the elder’s tummy.

“NAHAHAHAHAHA KOOKIHIHIHIHIHIE YOU KNOW IHIHIHIHI DIDN’T MEAN IHIHIHIHIT” Jin threw his head back in laughter and cackled.

“Whatever you saw hyung” The bunny playfully rolled his eyes and clawed even faster.

“AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA NOHOHOHOHO JUNGKOOK NOT FAHAHAHAHAHAIR” Jin kicked his legs but the maknae was pinning them.

“Not fair? You started the fight hyung, it’s your fault” Kook chuckled, spidering all the skin on the older’s tummy.

“BWAHAHAHAHAHA KOOKIHIHIHIHIHIE NAHAHAHAHAHA GAHAHAHAHAHA” Jin tried to free his hands but Jungkook suddenly let them go just as sit on the elder’s arms.

“Nohohohohoho Kohohohok plehehehehease” Jin giggled and tried to escape but now it was more difficult.

“Admit that I’m the best maknae” Jungkook smirked, wiggling his fingers above the elder’s ribs.

“Hahahahahahaha I wohohohohohon’t tehell” Jin had given up any hope of escaping.

“So be it” The bunny launched his hands and scribbled the older’s lower ribs.

“AHAHAHAHAHAHA JUNGKOHOHOHOHOK BWAHAHAHAHAHA I CAHAHAHAHAHAN’T” Jin jumped at the suddenly hit of sensations and arched his back.

“Tickle tickle hyungie” The bunny teased, scratching the bones.

“HAHAHAHAHAHAHA KOOKIHIHIHIHIHIE DON’T TEHEHEHEHEHEASE MEHEHEHEHE” Jin kicked his legs, huge waves of laughter leaving his lips.

“Don’t tease you? But hyung you said you love being teased when tickled” The maknae smirked, seeing how the elder’s face became red.

“AHAHAHAHAHAHA *squeal* I DIHIHIHID’NT SAY THAHAHAHAHAHAHAT *squeal*”

Jungkook playfully rolled his eyes “Whatever you say my lovely hyung” The bunny squeezed just the older’s lowest ribs, which caused Jin to suddenly jump again and try to pull out of the maknae’s grip.

“NAHAHAHAHAHA *squeak* KOHOHOHOK *squeak* IHIHIHIHIT’S TOO *squeak* MUHUHUHUHUHUCH”

Jungkook chuckled and decided to go for the strongest part, dipping a finger into the older’s belly button and quickly scribbling his lower ribs.

“Cootchie cootchie coo hyungie”

Jin burst into loud laughter, and when snorts are included that means you reached a weak spot.

“AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA *snort* JUNGKOOK BWAHAHAHAHAHA *squeal* NOHOHOHOHO *squeak* IHIHIHIT TICKLES *snort* SO BAHAHAHAHAD *squeal* NAHAHAHAHAHA GAHAHAHAHAHA *squeak* IHIHIHIT’S NOT FAHAHAHAHAHAIR *snort* HAHAHAHAHA *squeal* YOU WIN *squeak* YOU’RE THE BEHEHEHEST *snort* MAKNAE IN THE WOHOHOHOHOHORLD”

Jungkook exchanged the tickles for cuddles once he heard the words.

“You’re such a brat” Jin chuckled as he returned the affection.

“But I’m your favorite brat” Jungkook replied with his bunny smile.

Jin also smiled and said: “You’re right”

Thanks for your request, I really enjoy writing them, feel free to always ask.

Ax

#bts tickle #bts fic #lee!jin #ler!jungkook

[taechnological]

😅

If I wasn't an army and knew what those words (names) means, I would have thought this anon was chanting an incantation at you. 😂😂😂

(Imagine if you could summon them with those words ...)

LMFAOOOOOOOOOOO 🤣🤣🤣 well rumor has it that if u mutter jinkook jinkook jinkook thrice in front of your mirror at 3am seokjin and jungkook personally get summoned in your living room and trace your place just for shits and giggles shsjsjjsksks

#haha #ask sae #ask taechnological

[gingwrites]

All Tied Up and Nowhere to Go (Jinkook)

Summary: Superhero Jungkook gets caught by the villain, but a certain someone comes to his rescue, though he might not be able to save Jungkook.

or whumptober prompt: "All trussed up and nowhere to go"

Tags/warnings: temporary major character death (happy ending, I promise), violence, minor character death, (kinda sorta) graphic minor character death

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Jungkook woke up with a splitting headache, but when he attempted to lift his hand to rub at his head, he found that it wouldn’t move. Prying his eyes open, Jungkook finally remembered where he was and what had happened.

Jungkook had gotten a call from Namjoon, his best friend and tech support among other things while he was out on missions, that Void’s lair had been found. He’d been searching for months now. Jungkook had wanted to take out Void, but somehow, the villain always got away without a trace, and he seemed to be unable to track. Until now that is.

Leaving work immediately, the workday almost over anyways, Jungkook figured that he could finish up and take Void into custody in enough time to grab dinner on the way home for himself and his husband.

But, with his luck, it hadn’t turned out that way. Someone must have tipped off Void that he was coming because the villain was waiting for him to arrive and quickly captured the superhero before he even knew what was happening.

Now, Jungkook was tied up, hands chained above his head, feet barely grazing the floor. He tried to pull at the restraints, but he only heard a small jingle. Jungkook may be strong, but he didn’t have super strength.

Looking around the room, Jungkook didn’t have much hope. The room was bare except for more chains hanging off the wall on the other side of the room. There wasn’t even a window, only a lonely door in the corner. He must be in some sort of basement. Now, he’d just have to wait for Void to come back so he could fight his way out. Hopefully Namjoon would call Jin and let him know Jungkook wouldn’t be home for dinner on time.

Suddenly, a crash was heard outside the door, making Jungkook jump. He may have been trained as a secret agent, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t be startled now and then.

It was silent for a moment, Jungkook waiting to see what would happen next. If someone would yell because they got hurt, if gunshots would ring down the hall, or maybe the whole building would just explode.

Jungkook blinked and a loud bang was heard and the door was gone, off its hinges and laying halfway across the room.

“Well, well, well. What do we have here?” a man asked as he slowly stepped out of the shadows. “All trussed up and nowhere to go, huh Lazarus?”

“Phoenix,” Jungkook greeted the other hero. “What are you doing here?”

“From the looks of it, saving your ass,” Phoenix chuckled, slowly making his way toward Jungkook. “What are you doing here anyway? Don’t you have a hot date to get to or something?”

“Oh wouldn’t you like to know,” Jungkook retorted. He and Phoenix always bickered back and forth during missions. They didn’t technically work together, but they somehow always ended up on the same missions. “So, are you going to help me down, or what?”

Phoenix laughed, finally stopping about a foot in front of Jungkook.

“What do I get out of it if I help you?” Phoenix reached a hand up and cupped Jungkook’s cheek, fingertips grazing Jungkook’s mask. “How about a kiss? I am your knight in shining armor afterall.”

Jungkook scoffed. 

“I am married, you know,” Jungkook replied.

“And so am I,” Phoenix smirked. “So, am I helping you down or what?”

“Fine,” Jungkook sighed.

As soon as the word left Jungkook’s mouth, the temperature in the room went up. He looked down and saw fire gathering on Phoenix’s arms. The blaze got steadily hotter and brighter for a few moments before the other superhero brought his arms up and fired a shot at the chains keeping Jungkook in place.

Jungkook barely caught himself before he could fall to the ground. He didn’t want to embarrass himself in front of Phoenix. If he did, the other man would never let him hear the end of it. He still got teased about the one time he slipped on some ice and fell on his ass while they were fighting a villain that could control the weather.

“So, do I get my reward now?” Phoenix prodded, reaching an arm forward to tug Jungkook closer to him.

“Fine,” Jungkook grumbled, trying to hold in his smile. “But next time, I’m doing the saving and you can be the one in distress.”

Jungkook started to lean forward, but before his lips could touch the other hero’s, a booming voice called out, causing both men to jump back.

“Well, it looks like you found my prize and let him out, Phoenix,” Void spoke from the doorway. “But now it looks like I’ll get two heroes for the price of one! It’s my lucky day!”

Without speaking a word, Phoenix brought his hand up and shot a fireball at the villain, but he was quick to move out of the way.

“Looks like you’re going to have to try a little harder than that,” Void taunted.

The next few minutes passed in a blur, Phoenix throwing fireballs, Void stepping out of the way every time, and Jungkook trying to find an opening into the fight without getting hit by a fireball. Getting burned wasn’t on his to-do list today.

But before Jungkook could actually step into the fray and begin fighting, Void jumped over and grabbed Jungkook around the neck, pulling the hero in front of him. The fireball that was quickly growing in Phoenix’s hand dimmed. He knew he wasn’t going to risk throwing it while Void was using the other hero as a shield.

“Looks like you’re having an off day, Lazarus,” Void chuckled darkly. “Let’s see about making your day a little worse, shall we?”

A black cloud started growing from Void’s hand, smoke-like tendrils getting bigger and moving toward Jungkook’s chest, aiming for his heart. Jungkooks tried to kick and fight his way out of Void’s hold, but it was no use. The villain had more height and weight on the hero, and Jungkook was still trying to get feeling back in his arms after being chained to the ceiling and knocked out with who knows what.

Jungkook knew what was happening. Void was pulling his life force, feeding off it. It reminded Jungkook of a dementor from Harry Potter. He looked up and saw Phoenix frozen in place across the room, fire still dancing over his body, but not making any move to attack. He knew there was no way he could fight without hitting the other hero, and Jungkook knew it too.

I’ll be okay, Jungkook mouthed to Phoenix as he felt himself grow weaker and weaker in Void’s hold. His legs started to give out, but Void held him up as he drew the last bits of life from Jungkook’s chest.

“That hit the spot,” Void said once he was finished, unwrapping his arm from around Jungkook, gravity taking over and pulling him toward the ground, unable to hold himself up.

“Jun- Lazarus! No!” Phoenix screamed. Jungkook barely heard him as the ground grew closer, the blackness closing in around him. 

Today just really isn’t my day, Jungkook thought before he finally let the darkness take over.

Phoenix growled, turning back toward Void. He didn’t waste time speaking, letting his powers do the talking for him. His entire body lit with flames, quickly turning from orange to red to blue. A spark of terror shone through Void’s eyes, but Phoenix didn’t care.

He let out a low growl before raising his arms and pushing his flames toward the villain, not giving the other a chance to react. Not even a second later, Void was screaming in pain. He fell to the floor, cries still ringing through the tiny room. Only a minute later, they died down, the body going still. Phoenix kept his gaze on the villain for another moment, fire still drowning the other man, smoke slowly filling the room, before he finally let his arms drop to his sides.

Not much was left of Void, but Phoenix didn’t care. All he cared about was the fact that Lazarus was lying unmoving on the other side of the room.

Phoenix slowly walked over to Lazarus, looking very closely to see if there was any movement, any indication that he was still breathing. None. He leaned down and scooped the other man into his arms. As he made his way over to the door, stepping over what was left of Void, Phoenix tried to hold in his tears, but a few still slipped out and slid down his cheeks. Their healing properties wouldn’t help now, he thought bitterly. Lazarus was already dead.

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Jungkook woke with a gasp, sitting straight up. Before he had a chance to open his eyes, hands were gently pushing him back down. After he was settled back down, Jungkook pried his eyes open. Taking a look up at his living room ceiling, the night’s events came rushing back.

Jungkook looked to his side and saw Jin sitting on the edge of the couch, one hand lying on Jungkook’s stomach.

“Hi,” Jungkook whispered.

“Hi,” Jin whispered back.

“How long?” Jungkook questioned after clearing his throat.

“Just a few hours,” Jin replied.

“What happened to Void?” Jungkook asked next, knowing that neither man would be here if something hadn’t happened to Void.

“Burnt to a crisp,” Jin let out a wry chuckle.

“Good. And you’re okay?”

“Yes,” Jin replied, though his breathing hitched, letting Jungkook know that he might be okay physically, but he definitely wasn’t okay emotionally.

“Hey,” Jungkook comforted, sitting up so he could cup Jin’s face. “I’m okay. I’ll always be okay. No need to cry over me. I’m alive, see?” Jungkook grabbed Jin’s hand and held it to his chest so his husband could feel his beating heart.

“I know, but it doesn’t make it any easier each time it happens,” Jin whispered, trying to hold back his tears for the nth time that day. It didn’t matter how many times Jungkook ‘died.’ It didn’t matter that Jin knew that Jungkook would wake up again. It did stop the hurt from seeing his husband, the love of his life, lying dead, not breathing, heart stopped. And it never stopped the tiny seed of doubt that was always in Jin’s mind that said what if this was the time that he didn’t wake up?

Jungkook pulled Jin into his chest, leaning back into the couch. 

“You know I’ll always come back to you,” Jungkook spoke softly into Jin’s hair. “I love you too much to leave you all by yourself.”

The two sat in silence after that, Jin cuddling into Jungkook, ear to his chest so he could hear the younger man’s heart beating, gripping his sweater in his hands, Jin not ready to let Jungkook go anytime soon.

After laying in silence and letting their heartbeats sync, Jin finally spoke up.

“You know, you still owe me that kiss.”

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I'm attempting to do whumptober (and as you can see I'm soooo totally doing great since I'm only now finishing day 1 and it's already October 2). The prompt list is reblogged, so if you have ideas/requests for future days, please let me know! I'm all ears!

Please let me know what you think! I've never written a superhero au before, and definitely never written a fight scene, which is why it's so short haha.

And follow me on twitter (@/yoongismandu) and ao3 (@newtmasofficial)

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[bangtanbetchfics]

il dolce (m) | jinkook ii

rating: explicit // 18+ pairing: kim seokjin x reader x jeon jungkook word count: 2.7k suggested listening: aura, poison, crazy - got7 | playlist warnings: explicit language, explicit/casual sex, M/M/F, bondage, edging summary: on a hot summer night in Italy, two chefs in Venice take you to the brink of pleasure. notes: just shameless smut! so SO tired of tumblr's formatting, so pls visit me on AO3. navigation: part i | masterlist.

“Is that good?” You whisper, dancing your hips around Jungkook’s cock. Jungkook’s below you, his naked, muscled frame glistening under the dark blue hues of the moonlight.

“Ah, oh my g- don’t clench,” He gasps out, throwing his head back and squeezing his eyes shut as his grip loosens around your waist.

“Shh.” You gesture with a finger up to your lips as Jungkook’s eyes spring open and you point to Jin. He’s fast asleep facing the both of you, and you put your index finger to your lips again.

“But you’re being so evil,” He contorts his face in silence, quickly blowing air out. You press down in his chest to ride him as lightly as you can, and he groans at the motions. You can’t help it, but more of your arousal drizzles down his cock and he lets out a soft whine.

“Ah, fuck, all you can hear is how wet-f-fuck,” His voice jitters before he digs the pads of his fingers into the flesh of your ass. He uses his hands to move you at a much faster pace, skin slapping against skin.

“I-I can’t h-hold,” Jungkook finds himself choking back a breathy groan as he cums. You take a deep breath in at the sensation of the warm liquid filling your walls.

“God you’re so fucking impatient,” You whisper, and he pulls out of you before you stretch yourself out on top of him, skin-on-skin.

As you turn your head on Jungkook’s chest, your eyes widen as you see Jin’s dark, glowing eyes staring back at you.

“Having fun without me I see?”

Jin raises his eyebrows knowingly, and he turns over on his side, cradling his hand in his head to look at the two of you. He curls a finger at you, gesturing for you to come to him.

After a moment, you roll over next to Jin, and he crawls on top of you, enveloping your lips in his. His smooth, hearty lips glide across your own, and it draws a throaty moan from you.

Jin pulls away just as the kiss grows heated, creating a sucking sound as your lips part.

You’re left breathless as he pulls away -- your eyes watching as he traces a finger from the arch of your nose down to your lips.

"You're in trouble, my darling," Jin taps your lips, letting out a soft laugh as your eyes roam his features.

“Wear something sexy for dinner.” It's a command, but it falls from his lips like a sweet request.

Jin looks up to give Jungkook a knowing look, and Jungkook smirks in response.

✹✹✹

Jungkook and Jin pull you from a vaporetto, and after you make it to ground you tuck your hands into the back pocket of both men’s jeans.

As you navigate the cobblestone streets in your heels you squeeze their buttocks for stability, and the two men throw their arms around your shoulders.

You reach the counter of a trattoria -- a dark, elegant, buzzing hole in the wall -- and make eye contact with the hostess.

“Three.” You gesture with your fingers, and Jungkook leads the way, closely followed by Jin, who interlocks your fingers with his.

She offers a table in the front, but Jin points to the back wall of the restaurant. She nods, and the three of you walk further.

You watch Jungkook and the hostess exchange looks, and you shoot him a glare.

Jin stops her to tell her something, and she nods.

“What? Jealous?” Jungkook chuckles, pulling your chair for you to sit. He bites his lip as he watches you cross your legs, your silk dress barely covering even a few inches of your thighs.

Jungkook sits down and your eyes focus on Jin, who distributes the menu.

As Jin’s eyes roam the menu, your eyes roam over him instead. His silky pink locks part over one of his eyes in a comma shape, and his silver chain sits sinfully in between his defined pecs. His sunkissed chest is framed by the many undone buttons of his dress shirt.

Your eyes then float to Jungkook, who’s chiseled features are glowing in the candlelight. The tips of his dark, wavy locks stick to his jaw from the humidity, and his white shirt clings to his defined frame in the sticky, hot heat of the restaurant. He rolls his sleeves up and lays his head on his tattooed hand to continue his intake of the menu.

Your attention is thwarted when the hostess brings back a bottle of wine, and pours the fruity, clear liquid into your cups.

Jungkook’s eyes follow her every motion before he watches her sway away.

You pick up your cup to swirl the liquid before taking a sip as Jungkook looks at your jealous expression, fully satisfied with himself. He does it to get a rise out of you, but you know three can play this game -- the sweet elixir on your lips only there to fuel you further.

"Ah, it's so hot in here," You sigh, fanning yourself with your hand.

Both Jungkook and Jin glance up from their menu to look at you for a few seconds.

You dip your fingers inside your water, fishing out an ice cube.

As you look at Jin and Jungkook, you suck on it, causing your lips to make slurping sounds. The ice cube quickly melts in the heat, and the water drips down your chin and onto the table.

You can visibly see Jungkook swallow arousal down his throat, and Jin looks at you coolly.

"Have you decided what you want from the menu yet?" Your eyes grow dark with satisfaction as you can see the gentle rise and fall of their chests pick up in pace.

"Because I have." You continue, looking them over from their chests and back up to their eyes.

Jungkook coughs out of pure sexual frustration as he tears his eyes away from you to focus back on his menu.

Jin shakes his head, his fully dilated pupils betraying his cool demeanor as his eyes flit back to his menu.

You throw your hair back over your shoulders and insert the piece of ice into your mouth before crunching down on it.

The sound catches their attention again and you retrieve another piece of ice from your cup.

You sigh as the cool cube meets your skin, and lean your head back to run the cube down your neck.

A few water droplets beat you to slip in between your decolletage, and you gasp at the sensation as you look down in between your breasts.

You look up after a second to find them both staring at you -- their eyes blown wide with lust.

The moisture causes your silk dress to cling further to your frame, and their lips part.

"Are you ready to order?"

Jin and Jungkook slowly tear their eyes away from you and to the waiter, nodding their heads.

“M-Miss?” The waiter steals a glance of you as he waits, and Jungkook shoots him a jealous look.

It makes you smirk as you catch it from your peripheral, and you drum your fingers on the table.

You don’t take your eyes off of Jin, watching sweat droplets visibly form on his throat.

You take a sip of your wine before swallowing it, tracing a finger under your lips.

“I’ll have what they’re having,” You state, your eyes still on Jin.

A gulp rolls down Jin’s veiny throat as he meets your eyes.

Jungkook's arousal creeps up his body as he watches the two of you eyefuck, making him bite his lip hard before responding. He completes the order with the waiter before throwing his head back in a sigh.

"Gonna use the WC. Be right back," You announce, putting your cloth napkin on the table.

You walk away, looking over your shoulder to give Jin a come hither look that Jungkook can't see with his back to you.

A few seconds later, Jin follows your path to the back.

✹✹✹

“Why are you so intoxicating?”

Jin whispers as he kisses your neck, dragging his lush lips over your skin as he takes in your scent.

Jin hikes your silk dress up to your hips, swings your leg up into the crevice of his arm, and quickly enters you.

You groan as you adjust to his size, and he pulls a spaghetti strap down to capture your breast in his mouth. You let out a guttural moan, undetected through the din of the restaurant.

“You liked tempting us?” Jin fucks into you furiously, the old sink your hands are gripping nearly loosening from the wall.

“Hmm?” He lightly places a hand around your neck as he drills into you. You try to dip your head back, but he holds your neck firmly so your eyes continue to focus on his. His grip nearly brings you to your high, but he immediately pulls out of you and you whine in protest.

You look at him, chest heaving, and your eyes giving him a questioning look. He swiftly turns you around and bends you over the sink before giving your ass a slap that makes you jolt.

“Behave and get back to the table,” He whispers into your ear, slipping the strap of your dress back up. He places a light kiss on your shoulder, his lips curling up into a smirk as he looks at you through the foggy mirror.

✹✹✹

You wobble in your heels back to the table, your legs no better than noodles. You plop into your seat, and you sigh, your hair sticking to your face.

You lick your lips as you close your eyes, still relishing the thought of Jin between your thighs.

Jin returns after a few moments and sits, his lips swollen and stained red with your lipstick.

Jungkook looks back and forth between the two of you -- jealousy firing within him even though you were on top of him just a few hours ago. His pants tighten in arousal and he shakes his leg, causing the table to tremble.

The waiter serves the food: mussels, plates of assorted pasta, salads, the works.

Jungkook subtly glides his hand over the bulge growing below him, even if it only offers a few seconds of relief.

You start to partake in the food, and Jin taps Jungkook’s shoulder to get his ear. Jungkook bends over and nods, and his now devilish eyes glide over to meet yours.

The hushed conversation between them is in Italian, and you kick yourself for not studying harder. You ignore it, continuing on with your food as you observe them.

After a few moments, you suddenly feel Jungkook’s large fingers start to circle your knee.

Suddenly, a lightbulb goes on in your mind: this is why Jin chose the table in the back wall of the restaurant.

Jungkook drags your chair closer to his with one arm while he sucks at another mussel.

His rough hand glides up the smooth skin of your leg, his fingers landing on the lace of your underwear. He takes a one-handed sip of his wine, and Jin chuckles as he chews his meal.

Your hand lands on Jungkook’s wrist, and a small whine escapes your lips as he slides his hand into your underwear. You gasp as you look around, but Jungkook’s movements go unnoticed.

You slide your hips down to allow him more access, and he slips his long fingers inside of you.

Jin smirks at the sight and sips his wine, watching as you sublty writhe and gasp under Jungkook’s touch.

The prospect of getting caught makes you release more arousal onto his fingers as you near your release, and just before you do, he pulls his fingers out of you.

Jungkook’s wet lips come close to your ear, and he chuckles before he speaks.

“That’s revenge for earlier,” He whispers, and you turn your head toward his, almost meeting his lips. “We just decided we’re gonna have fun edging you all night.” You watch him lick his wet fingers as he looks at you.

Jungkook relishes the desperate whimper that leaves your lips, your brows coming together in protest.

You press your legs together to relieve some of the tension in your core as you sit up straight, but the lack of release makes you antsy.

“Should we get out of here soon?” You ask as you bite your lip in a desperate heat, watching the two of them.

“No...I think we should maybe get...dessert?”

Jin pretends to ponder the idea, but the decision was already made in his mind.

You bite your lip so hard you can taste copper.

The tension between your legs was unbearable, but you knew the coil wasn’t going to loosen anytime soon. You sit up straight, squeezing your legs together as you bite your nail.

“What’s your favorite dessert, my love?”

You look over the menu and settle on tiramisu, showing Jin the item on the menu.

✹✹✹

The waiter drops the dessert on the table and your eyes widen at the treat.

The essence of coffee wafts into your nostrils, and you lick your lips, eager for a taste.

Jin drags the plate toward him and cuts it into three.

Both Jin and Jungkook partake in the sweet treat, and you wait for them to load the sole fork for you. Jin loads the fork with the treat and you bend forward to take it in your mouth.

He brings it to your mouth a few times before pulling it back a few more. You impatiently try to chomp at it, but Jin inserts the cake into his mouth with a moan.

“You’ve been naughty. You don’t get any,” He states, and you whine as you roll your ankle underneath the table, desperate for a taste.

Jungkook takes the fork and teases you with another piece before eating it.

“Eat me,” You bark at Jungkook, and he chuckles cockily, licking his lips.

“Mmph, so good,” Jungkook moans, licking his fork as he looks at you.

The cake disappears piece by piece, and only a dollop of cream is left on the plate.

Jungkook picks it up with his finger and looks at you, his eyes dipping down to your lips.

“Open,” He commands, and you stick your tongue out. He swipes the cream down your tongue, and you wrap it around his finger.

You unexpectedly grab his wrist to suck on his finger before releasing it. His chest heaves as the sensation sends a jolt straight to his cock, and he looks at you darkly.

“Should we leave now?” You ask again, but this time it’s fully a demand.

Jin laughs at your boldness, taking the last sip of his wine from his cup as he looks at you.

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“Limoncello?”

The cashier asks as Jin places his card and receipt back in his wallet.

Jin takes the three small shots of the neon yellow liquid, distributing it to you and Jungkook.

The four of you clink glasses before downing the shot, hissing as the tart drink glides down your throats. You slam the cup down on the counter, but you suddenly feel a hand grab your wrist.

Jungkook pulls you by the wrist from the restaurant and presses you up against a wall outside of it. His hands glide to your chin, and his hot tongue slides past your lips. You breathe through the tart, lemony kiss before you pull away for air.

“I can’t keep my hands off you any longer,” He gasps for air before diving back into your lips.

“Aren’t you supposed to be edging me or something?” You tease in a purr into his lips, and he growls in response into yours.

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Jin pushes the door to the bakery open as you're in his arms, the bell above you rattling.

Jin presses your back into the glass wall, his smooth hands sliding up your legs as he kisses you.

You moan as you recall the bakery is exposed to the street, and your fingers drift into Jin's hair as he marks your neck. He runs his tongue over the marks to soothe them before Jungkook takes you by the wrist.

Jungkook hikes your dress up before he lifts you into his arms and you jolt as your skin meets the cool, glass counter.

Your lips meet in a hot white heat, and his wet hair tickles your skin as he kisses your neck.

Your eyes roll into the back of your head as you palm him through his pants, his teeth digging deeper into your skin.

A moan drips from your lips as his hand cups your drenched core, and he pulls from your lips to fully unbutton his shirt.

Jin takes one of the sweet pink ribbons meant for gift wrapping from behind the counter and snips a long piece off. Jungkook slips the straps of your dress down, exposing your breasts.

"No, please," You plead as Jin approaches you from the front, tying your wrists together in front of your lap with the ribbon as his eyes smolder.

"Yes, my darling," He chuckles, knowing he's the one in full control of your pleasure tonight.

You hear Jungkook rustling behind you and then another snip.

Suddenly, your vision goes black, but you can still recall the sweet pink hues of the bakery.

They didn’t feel so sweet or innocent now.

"Safe word, my love," Jin whispers in your ear, and a chill runs down your spine at the heightened vibrations in your ear.

"Dolce," You respond, turning your head to search for his presence.

A hand draws your hair back from your shoulders, and a set of lips press into your collarbones and the tips of your shoulders.

Another set of lips meet your neck, and you know the hard, open-mouthed kisses are Jungkook's.

Jin's lips meet your breasts, suckling at the skin there. You feel Jungkook pinch your other breast, and your stomach clenches as Jin continues his trail of kisses down your abdomen.

Jin's lips press into your inner thighs as he drags you onto your back, drawing waves from your stomach. You jolt again at the cool glass at your back.

Jungkook pulls your tied wrists over your head, and Jin's finger draws your underwear aside.

Jungkook's warm tongue meets the stiff peaks at your breasts, and he gasps as he licks directly around them. You moan as he suddenly takes one in his mouth and gently pulls it with his teeth.

Jin laps at your arousal at the edge of your core, his finger only gliding at your entrance.

You let out an earthy moan in desperation, squirming and lifting your lips to get any drop of relief.

You hear footsteps and Jin chuckles as you hear the slam of a fridge, and you feel another set of hands pull your underwear down your legs.

You yelp as a cool, creamy sensation meets your core -- and two warm tongues meet the liquid to lap it up.

The cool liquid is drawn all over your body, quickly followed by the warm tongues, and by the end of it, your legs are trembling.

As the two pull away your body heaves, sweat droplets dripping down your frame.

Someone sits you upright and places a soft kiss on your neck.

After a silent moment, what feels like the texture of frosting presses against your lips.

"Take a bite," Jungkook coaxes you, and you oblige. You lick your lips after swallowing a bite, and the frosting smears across your lips, chin and neck.

You sigh as Jungkook slowly licks it off of you with his tongue, your core aching for relief in response.

"Does it feel good?" Jin purrs into your ear from behind, his fingers sliding below you as he nibbles at your earlobe.

All you can do is moan out a response, your pulse racing through your body.

Jungkook takes one last lick of you, and you find yourself taken to your knees on the floor.

Someone tilts your chin up as you hear unzipping, and you feel two smooth, hard and heavy presences on your face.

"Open," Jungkook whispers as he taps under your chin, and he slides his cock inside your mouth.

You moan as you swirl your tongue around him, relishing in the salty taste of him after the sweet. He groans, quickly pulling from your mouth.

"Tongue. Out," You hear Jin's voice, and you oblige. He slips himself onto your tongue, and he guides your movements with his hands.

He groans and pulls out as you're impatient by now, devouring each of their cocks with a fervor matching the pulsing of your core.

Their moans draw saliva from your mouth, and you feel a desperation brew deep inside your chest.

Jungkook pulls you up from the ground, swinging your tied wrists around his neck and gripping your ass to make you wrap your legs around his waist.

The wood stairs crunch, and you hear a door creak open before you feel the soft fabric of the couch meet your skin.

Jungkook swings your arms above your head, and you suddenly feel him breathing near your core. He suddenly dives into you with his tongue, and you sharply breathe out.

You squirm, unable to control his pace as he suckles at your clit. He pulls away a few times before circling his tongue around you at full speed. You can feel him spit on you before he drags his tongue on your lips below, and you groan as the sensation intensifies. He pulls gently at your lips with his teeth before soothing you each time with a firm lick.

Jin turns your head to take your lips into his, and his thumbs glide over your nipples in a pace to match Jungkook below.

You squeeze your legs around Jungkook's neck as you nearly cum, but he pulls his lips from you and you whine in desperation.

"Fuck, please..." Your stomach clenches, your breathing deep as he kisses up your body, now damp with sweat.

"What did you say about eating you again?" He taunts, and you whimper, trying to free yourself from your restraints.

Your back arches as Jin's slender fingers slip inside of you, coaxing another moan from you. His pace is relentless as he kisses your lips -- Jungkook stealing a hard kiss from you every so often.

Jungkook groans, and you hear sticky sounds as he furiously jerks off next to you.

A fire starts to brew in your belly and you clench around Jin's fingers at the sounds, but he pulls them out of you as you try to cum.

"Fuck! No..." You whine as a tear slips down your cheek. Your breaths are ragged as your safe word nearly slips to the edge of your tongue.

The tear is more about frustration and loss of control, and Jin softly kisses your cheek.

"Shall we reward our good girl now?"

Jin asks Jungkook, his sweet voice like honey to your ears.

Jungkook lifts you into his lap and places you over his cock in a cowgirl position, and he teases your wet entrance a few times before he enters you.

"Mmm fuck," You easily slip down onto his thick, hard girth and he groans, his fingers digging into your waist. You moan in response as you feel every inch of him sink inside of you -- only heightened by your lack of sight.

Jungkook starts to lift his hips to pump into you -- the thrusts already wet from your intense arousal.

Jin is behind you to remove your makeshift blindfold, and you see Jungkook thrusting into you from below, his cheeks flushed with a cherry red hue.

Your eyes meet Jungkook and he swallows, his pace picking up as you moan. You still can't control his pace with your hands tied, and you growl as he pummels into you.

His muscles bulge as he takes a firm grip of your ass before smacking it, eliciting a gasp from you. He rolls you over his cock before he brings his lips to hover near yours.

"Is it good? Hmm?" He moans out as he licks his lips, pressing his nose to yours as he drills into you.

"Ah, ah, ah," Jin follows pace as he jerks himself off watching the two of you. He throws his head back, revealing his divine neck as he gets lost in the pleasure of the scene.

Your fingers dig into Jungkook's shoulders as he places two firm thrusts into your core, making you cum. You groan through your teeth, moaning as he rides you through your orgasm.

"Fuck!" He quickly pulls out from you and he stands up to spurt his thick, hot load all over you. He guides you toward Jin, watching as you sink yourself on top of him.

After a few minutes of your moans, Jungkook quickly hardens again, his hand firmly gliding over his length. He spits in his hand to pull at his thickening cock and he gasps as he lubricates himself with the precum that already drizzles from the tip.

"God, do you like watching? You like fucking watching?" You moan as you turn around to watch his rotating wrist guide his hand to twist over his girth.

"Just like the other night, right?"

"Mmph," Jungkook throws his head back, his toned abdominal muscles contracting as he recalls the night Jin had his fingers inside of you. He didn't know you knew he was watching, and the sexy thought increases his pace.

"Jin..." You purr as Jin picks up pace, the lifts of his strong hips and defined thighs causing you to bounce on his cock.

"Mmm, fuck," Jungkook groans as he steps onto the couch, jerking his cock off near your lips.

Jin drills into you as he watches from below, and you moan as you stick your tongue out.

After a few last strokes of his cock, Jungkook releases his second load onto your tongue. You tuck your tongue back into your mouth -- swallowing.

Jin yells as he pummels into you before your walls relentlessly clench his cock and you moan. He cums inside of you, and a few sticky thrusts complete the session.

You kiss and nip at Jin's swollen lips before you swirl tongues with Jungkook, popping your lips from his.

Jin releases your wrists from their bind, and then tucks your damp hair behind your ear.

"I was supposed to be sightseeing." You feign, moving to place a kiss on each of their lips.

Jungkook leans back on the couch, raking his fingers through his hair as he chuckles.

“This was probably way more fun, right?” Jin asks, watching you cross your legs as you sit in between them.

A smile overtakes your face and you only manage to giggle in response.

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Eat the Rich (Because They're Rotund and Delicious) (JinKook)

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Relationships: Jin x Jungkook Genre(s): Smut, Dark (ish), Dark Humor

Rating: Explicit Tags: smut, dark au, serial killers, cannibalism, vigilantism, serial killer Jungkook, non-graphic violence, dirty talk, bottom!Jungkook, top!Jin, rough sex, bareback, coming untouched

Summary: Jungkook had a mission. That mission may involve killing people and burying the bodies. It's going great... Until the bodies go missing.

Word Count: ~6.5k A/N: Written for @bangtanxm​ ‘s March drabble prompt! If you love mxm bangtan go check us out! We have a discord open as a safe and welcoming community for mxm readers, writers, betas, etc.

From an objective standpoint, most people would say that murder was bad. But on a more broad scale – is anything really objectively bad or good? Could certain things, seen as unlawful and therefore as “bad” by the wider community, be good in some circumstances? Jungkook believed the answer to that was yes. Jungkook was had also killed six people in the last year alone, so he knew his response may have been somewhat biased.

It wasn’t that Jungkook planned to become a serial killer, those he killed just sort of ended up under his knife, so to speak… But that wasn’t entirely true. He planned his kills, down to the finest detail. It was how he escaped notice for so long. The victims deserved their punishment anyway, and it wasn’t as if he enjoyed what he did.

Except the look in their eyes when the pain from his initial slice, always a paper-thin nick between the fingers, almost too shallow to bleed, hit them… That was fun. Or the way they begged for forgiveness as if he were a priest taking last rites. Jungkook was no priest. He was a punisher, some would even call him a devil.

But the devil was the men and women he killed. The lives he snuffed out for the greater good of the community. He wasn’t a serial killer, he was saving people. He never killed an innocent man or woman, he never killed anyone that had a chance of being saved, or even those that would be caught for their crimes. No, he killed the ones that got away with it. The ones that hurt their children and the system turned a blind eye. The ones that rigged ballots and bribed the police. The ones that leered at school girls and boys and kept encrypted files of despicable material on their computers. Jungkook didn’t hurt anyone that didn’t deserve it.

The punishment in today’s world never fit the crime, his adoptive brother always ranted. Really, it was Namjoon that he got the idea from. His brother was a genius, and passionate about justice and the law… But he was soft. He was passive. All bark and no bite. But Jungkook could bite. So, he started listening to his brother’s rants. Memorizing names and researching himself, determining if the person was really as evil as Namjoon had implied. Most of the time the answer was yes. Jungkook drew his first blood when he was sixteen, a porcine lawyer in his forties that had bribed the judge to let a fraudulent business owner off the hook. The man had tried to bribe Jungkook too, saying he would pay for his college, get his family into a nice home, give him any sum of money if he would just let him go. The hot, bitter spray of the man’s punctured carotid artery was sweeter than any bag of Banana Kick he’d ever had. Just over a month later, he sliced the throat of the fraudulent businessman and buried him in the same deep grave as his (now literally) slimy lawyer.

Jungkook had been doing his job for four years when he met Jin. Tall, broad shouldered, an amazing cook, and stunning in both looks and personality (and bed, Jungkook learned a few months after their first date) – Jin was everything he dreamed of in a partner. And what was more, Jin didn’t seem to question his unwillingness to talk about his background before he was adopted by Namjoon’s parents, or his quirks that other partners had found obsessive, clingy, or annoying. Jin also didn’t mind the odd hours he kept, and that was vital. Lover or not, Jungkook wasn’t going to give up on his work. So a year later, when Jin asked him to move into his spacious apartment, Jungkook almost said no. But his affection for Jin, and his trust in him, despite his vow to himself that he would never trust someone outside of his adoptive family, made him say yes.

And things were going splendidly. That was, until Jungkook turned on the news one morning while Jin cooked breakfast only to find out that the location of his dumping grounds for the past twelve months was being dug up and converted into an apartment complex.

He made a point to switch dumping grounds every year so his kills wouldn’t be so overcrowded. He also made a point to clean up his mess to the point of neuroticism… But the risk was always there. His psychiatrist as a young teen had called him obsessive compulsive, and even Namjoon had mentioned it a few times, but Jungkook preferred organized. He needed things done a certain way, that was all. And Jin didn’t seem to mind. If anything, Jin was similar, especially when it came to the industrial style kitchen he used to manage his catering service.

Panic settled in like a heavy stone in the pit of Jungkook’s stomach, ruining his appetite for breakfast and his ability to focus on his work that day. He kept the news on constantly, updates about the building project. What would the headline say, he wondered? Serial killer burial ground discovered? Maniac graveyard unearthed? Six corpses found – serial murderer at large? Getting caught was something Jungkook had frankly never planned for. He was doing a good thing. He was helping. He was careful. This wasn’t supposed to happen.

Two days later, the news showed the plot of land. It had been almost entirely dug out. Surely deep enough to uncover the remains of his victims. Panic turned to confusion. Why would the police hide the discovery of the bodies? He’d murdered some wealthy people; their relatives were offering large sums of money for information. This would make headlines. Or it should have, at least.

Finally, the tension got to be too much for Jungkook. Late Saturday night, when he knew the construction site would be shut down, Jungkook donned his hoodie and snuck out of the apartment, citing a need for a jog at Jin’s adorable and questioning glance.

He drove as far as he dared before getting out and walking to the site, pulling up his hood to hide his face from cameras that may be lurking. As he’d suspected, when he shined his flashlight over the dig, it was definitely deep enough to have unearthed every one of his corpses. And not to mention, it was directly over where the majority of them were – at one point – buried. The flashlight swept over the gargantuan yellow machinery before landing on an innocuous spot behind a bulldozer. His newest victim should have been buried right there.

Jungkook skimmed the area for any obvious cameras before grabbing a shovel and pocketing his flashlight. He was used to doing this in the dark. He began to dig, counting his shovelfuls steadily.

When he reached the allotted number of shovelfuls (the burial had to match the crime) he dropped to his knees and pawed at the wet ground, expecting to drive his hand through a liquifying corpse. But he only pulled out fistfuls of wet dirt. Panic bubbled up in Jungkook’s throat and he spun around on his knees, eyes darting over the construction site. He didn’t make a mistake. Jungkook didn’t make mistakes. This was where she was supposed to be. Jungkook pressed his palms against his temples, a low groan vibrating from the pit of his stomach. His breathing increased as he replayed the murder in his mind. How could he be so useless? A mistake like this would cost him everything. His family would hate him, Jin—Oh God, Jin would leave him, he’d end up rotting in jail, he was so fucking stupid.

A voice seemed to whisper through the night, calling his name. If he believed in ghosts, he’d say it was the ghosts of the ones he’d killed, asking where their bodies were? What good was he as a savior if he couldn’t even lay them to rest properly?

The voice echoed again, a little stronger and louder. Jungkook opened his eyes, pulling his flashlight out and flicking it on. The beam darted over the various machinery before landing on a human shaped form a few feet away. Jungkook gasped, jerking backwards. His hand clenched around the shaft of the shovel and lifted it. The person raised their hands in surrender and lifted one hand higher, shoving the black hoodie back from their face.

“Seokjin?” Jungkook hissed.

“Yeah, it’s me, Jungkook. Just me.”

“What are you doing here?”

Jin smiled softly, taking a tentative step toward Jungkook. “You’re not going to find her.”

“Who?”

“The body. Don’t worry. They’re all gone. You won’t be caught.”

Instead of relaxing him, Jin’s words knotted Jungkook’s nerves a hundred times more tightly. “I—I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“JK. Come on. I’ve known you for two years. You think I didn’t know? I’ve known since before you moved in.”

Jungkook gripped the shovel tighter, rising to his feet. Jin’s eyes darted down to the shovel and back to Jungkook’s tense face. “Hey… I know you’re scared.”

“You can’t know.”

“I’ve known for a while, baby. Just put the shovel down. I promise, your secret is safe. Nobody will find any traces here. Let’s go home. It’s cold and late.” Jin took a tentative step forward, but stopped when Jungkook raised the shovel a few inches.

“How do you know?” He hissed.

“I will explain it all. I just would prefer to do so at home.”

“No! How! You can’t know! You—You can’t, you wouldn’t understand…” Jungkook began to shake, his vision greying as he gasped for breath. Jin rushed forward and Jungkook tried to swing. He was too slow, and Jin caught his wrist, squeezing and twisting just enough to get him to lose his grip on the shovel. It fell with a thud to the dirt. Jin wrapped his arms around Jungkook, pressing a kiss to his forehead.

“I do understand, Jungkookie. I do. I promise, I don’t hate you, I understand. I love you. Please, let’s go home, safe, so I can talk to you, hm?”

Jungkook shivered in Jin’s grip, his mind racing like a rabbit on a track. Jin couldn’t. He had to be hallucinating or worse. Nobody would understand. They’d think he was a monster, they’d hate him and leave him all alone. And maybe he was a monster – he killed people.

Jungkook barely noticed as Jin pulled him forward, keeping a firm arm around his shoulders. He let Jin push him into the passenger seat of the car and buckle him in, his entire body feeling numb and cold. He’d been so careful. There was no way Jin could know. The reality of what Jin said was really hitting him; he knew, he’d known for a while, he didn’t leave. Why didn’t he leave? Nobody wanted to be around a freak that murdered people. Unless he was a freak himself. Jungkook glanced over at Jin. Was he a murderer? Did he kill at random? Would he kill Jungkook now that the secret was out?

Questions circled round and round in Jungkook’s head, each without an answer and each more concerning than the last. Even as they reached the apartment, Jin hadn’t spoken a word. Which was potentially most concerning. Jin was always happily chatting during their car trips, almost to the point that it drove Jungkook crazy at times. The silence was worse.

They entered the apartment Jungkook had called home for a year, and Jin guided him to the couch, sitting him down before disappearing into the kitchen.

What was next? Jungkook wondered as he sat on the couch. Was there any coming back from this? Jin returned shortly, carrying two steaming mugs. He set them on the coffee table and took a seat next to Jungkook.

“Can you look at me, baby?”

“Do you hate me?” Jungkook whispered. His voice sounded hollow to his ears, ragged from stress and fear.

“I love you,” Jin said firmly. He grabbed Jungkook’s chin and tilted his head up, their gazes meeting. “I love you and that’s why I didn’t tell you I knew. I knew it would send you spiraling, just like this, it would make you question yourself and me. I thought it would be better if I helped in silence, instead of risking unsettling your patterns.”

“Where are the bodies?”

Jin’s jaw twitched. He glanced at the couch between their laps and then reached out for his mug, sipping at it. “That’s…. Hard to explain,” he whispered.

“What did you do to them?” Jungkook asked again. “I need to know, you know I have to know.”

“I know. I just… Jungkook, you’re not the only one with secrets like this.”

“What do you mean?”

Jin stayed silent a moment. “The bodies will never be found, I can assure you of that.”

“How, Jin?”

“Well, because we… We’ve eaten them.”

Jungkook reeled back on the couch instantly, barely noticing the way Jin shied away from his abrupt movement.

“I had to have misheard that.”

“I cooked them. And we ate them,” Jin whispered, hanging his head.

“No… You’re… I don’t eat people!” Jungkook cried.

“I do. I have for a very long time. I used to…” Jin shrugged. “I used to just make deals with funeral home directors. Little things here and there. A special treat. But when you and I started dating and I found out your secret, it all seemed like fate. I could get a supply of meat and you’d be safe.”

Jungkook covered his mouth, a sick feeling settling into his stomach. “And you fed them… To me.”

“I’m sorry. I just—Once you moved in, I – I couldn’t make up lies for why you couldn’t eat the food I was eating. I went through great lengths to make sure they were safely prepared, just like any other cut of meat.”

Jungkook rose, turning away from Jin. He was full of nervous energy. A knot of nausea and something else… Some undefinable emotion… Rolled around in his stomach. His hands felt clammy and forehead damp with sweat, his muscles were tense and tight. He began to pace, wringing his hands together. “You eat people!”

“Please, Jungkook, please don’t hate me. It worked so well, I was helping, I thought, I—I wanted you to feel safe and I knew telling you the truth would just scare you and I—”

“Because you eat people, Seokjin!”

“And you murder them!” Jin snapped back, shooting up from the couch. “What’s really worse?!”

Jungkook pulled back, his eyes widening. In all the time they’d been together, Jin had never yelled at him, not like that. A tight fist clamped down on Jungkook’s heart at Jin’s words when they sank in past the anger.

Jin sat down, shaking his head. “I shouldn’t have said that.”

“But you did. I know I’m… Different and… What I do a lot of people would say is evil.”

“I don’t—”

“Don’t say you don’t think it, Jin. Please don’t lie to me.”

“I don’t think you’re any worse than me. I truly don’t. I’ve seen the people you murder. They’re not nice.”

“I’ve never hurt someone that didn’t deserve it.”

“I know. I know you haven’t. I didn’t say that to—To imply you’re worse. Just to make you see things my way. I might eat human, and that’s frightening. You kill bad people and that’s also frightening. Why are we saying one is worse than the other?”

Jungkook sank back onto the couch, his brows furrowed together. Jin’s words did make sense. It was… Frightening, looking at the man he thought he knew so well and finding out such a big secret, but he supposed Jin probably dealt with the same when he discovered Jungkook’s secret.

“Have you ever killed, Jin?”

“No. I’ve considered it but you know how squeamish I am.” Jin chuckled a little, rubbing the back of his neck. “I don’t think I could actually stab someone.”

“But you can cut them up?” Jungkook laughed a little. “Isn’t that just as bad?”

“No way. Once they’re dead it’s just another cut of meat. I’ve butchered animals my whole life. It’s just a matter of knowing where the good meat is and how to prepare it.”

Jungkook picked up the tea Jin had brought him and took a small drink, scowling into the dark depths of it. “You’ve fed me… People. How do you know it won’t make you sick?”

“About the same risk as most other meats, I suppose. I would’ve told you but I was trying to avoid well… This.”

“I get it.” Jungkook frowned a little at his own words. In a weird way, he did get it. He was freaked out by it, but it made sense. And it did help him, in the long run. “Thank you for taking care of me.”

“I love you, Jungkook. I really do. All of you, even your darkness.” Jin reached out and took Jungkook’s cup, setting it aside before grabbing his hands. “Are you going to leave me?”

Jungkook looked up, a little surprised. Jin’s gaze was gentle and earnest, his eyes seeming to search Jungkook’s face. In all the time they’d been together, Jungkook had asked regularly if Jin was going to tire of him; it was sort of his thing. But Jin had never asked, never like this.

“You know my secret now,” Jungkook whispered.

“And you know mine. It’s even. We’re bound to silence, in that way I suppose. I’ll never tell. Even if your answer is yes, you want to leave… I’ll keep your secret.”

“I don’t want to leave,” Jungkook admitted. All tension seemed to leave Jin’s body at that.

“You don’t?”

“But there needs to be some rules established,” Jungkook said firmly. Jin nodded.

“I shouldn’t have lied to you.”

“No. I understand why you did it… But I feel violated, Jin. I wish you would have told me you knew, and what you were doing, even if you thought I’d get mad.”

Jin nodded again. Jungkook let go of Jin’s hands and scooted a little closer, holding the back of his neck. “Show me?”

“What?”

“My last kill was just last month… Have we… Eaten… All of her?”

“No.”

“Show me what’s left.”

“Are you sure?”

Jungkook nodded. Jin rose and took his hand, leading him out into their kitchen. Clean and spotless as always; if Jin was obsessive over one thing it was the cleanliness and orderliness of his kitchen. Jungkook was beginning to realize why. He opened the freezer and motioned to the stacks of white wrapped cuts of meat. Some were stained with a brick red, others clean as snow. Jungkook looked over it all, swallowing hard. “I thought this was beef or pork.”

“Not quite.”

“All the meat we’ve eaten in the last year….”

“Mostly human. Some, I mean, of course, some wasn’t. Months you didn’t kill or when we had a dinner party or two, of course the meat would go faster and I’d have to stock up with other animals.”

“You haven’t shopped at the local morgue since we started dating?”

Jin chuckled a little. He reached in and grabbed a couple of packages, putting them into the refrigerator.

“Dinner tomorrow,” he said when Jungkook cocked his head. “And no, I haven’t. Your kills are fresh enough and I’m always able to grab them the night you do them, so they don’t go bad. Then it’s just a matter of butchering it and getting rid of the inedible parts.”

“And what do you do with those?”

Jin grinned. “Not a piece goes to waste. I figured since they were so horrible in life, they may as well be useful in their death. Bones get ground down into fertilizer after I get the marrow out for our own meals or for the food I give some of our friends’ dogs.” He patted his grinder proudly. “The fertilizer goes into the garden, bone dust is a great fertilizer, it’s how my veggies and fruits are always so juicy. I burn the hair – I guess that part goes to waste, and smells something awful. And then the skin either gets added to the dog food or turned into rinds. Brain and a handful of other organs that I just don’t care for get pureed and put in my dehydrator so I can add it to the fertilizer as well. And of course, the meat and organs that are delicious end up in my freezer for our dinners.”

“Those pork rinds! Weren’t pork?” Jungkook spluttered. “I eat like a hundred of those!”

“Delicious, aren’t they? I can’t make them for every person you kill, unfortunately. Only the really girthy ones.”

“So, you’re saying if I kill more overweight criminals, you’ll make me pork rinds more often?”

Jin laughed. “Well, I can’t say that they’ll be pork rinds, but I can make them. But not too often. We only eat so much meat and bigger people usually also give bigger cuts of meat.”

Jungkook nodded. He turned, looking around the kitchen he’d grown so familiar with, seeing it in an entirely new light this evening. Now he could visualize the grinder filled with the bones of his victims, the cutting boards stained rusty with their blood. His stomach twisted in a delightful little knot, surprising him. He’d been doing his work alone for so long. While he was okay with that… Maybe having someone to share it with wasn’t such a bad idea.

Jin’s hands landed on his shoulders, brushing his nose and lips gently over Jungkook’s ear. “You okay?” He asked softly.

Jungkook turned, staying close to Jin. He nodded, brushing their noses together. “You’ve known for a while.”

“I have.” “How did you find out?”

Jin stepped back, rubbing the back of his neck. “Before you moved in. I didn’t mean to… When I was at your place, I accidentally saw one of your victim’s schedules on your computer. It was unlocked and I’d planned on hopping on to check a news article I wanted to show you. But it bugged me, so I researched the man afterward. I didn’t put it together until he went missing the following week. So then I dug on purpose… Just a little. I know I shouldn’t have, but I couldn’t get it out of my head. Then one night I followed you. And I saw you.”

“But you didn’t… Run away screaming or tell.”

Jin shook his head. “I’d seen the type of people you were looking into. They were ones the world is better off without. I asked you to move in with me instead… So I could keep you safe.”

Jungkook chuckled a little. “You see a serial killer and ask him to live with you. Aren’t you a little afraid of me?”

“No.”

Jungkook cocked his head, surprised at the answer. “But I kill people.”

“Bad ones. I’m not bad. You love me.”

“You eat people… You’ve never thought about eating me? Even in passing?”

Jin shook his head. “You’re much more fulfilling for me alive. You make me happy and feel complete… The only time I want to eat you is in bed.” Jin winked. A bubble of laughter rumbled out of Jungkook before he could stop it, his face heating up.

“Really?” He cried.

Jin grinned broadly, the stunning smile that had drawn Jungkook in when they first met. “What? Bad timing?”

“Horrible timing,” Jungkook cried with no venom, shoving Jin playfully. Jin laughed and stepped forward, wrapping his arms around Jungkook’s middle.

“You’ll really stay?”

“I’ll stay. You were right. We both have secrets… We both have things we hid that we probably shouldn’t have… But I do love you, and I trust you. And I’m willing to work with you on it.”

Jin’s smile softened a little. “Me too… Would it be bad timing to try and kiss you now?”

Hm… Only a quick one. I need a shower. I smell like dirt.”

“Sorta.” Jin brushed their noses gently. “Can I join you?”

Jungkook let his arms rest loosely over Jin’s shoulders. “That just sounds like a proposition.”

“A bit. You’ve been so stressed over the construction work… You realize you’ve barely looked at me, let alone anything else.”

Jungkook scowled. He thought back, trying to come up with some argument to refute Jin’s claim. But he realized that his lover was correct; since the construction news had begun, he’d barely thought of anything else. Especially something intimate.

“I’m so sorry,” he whispered instead.

“Don’t be. I knew what was bothering you. I wanted so badly to say something but I knew it wouldn’t… End well. So, I just figured I’d wait until you did the inevitable… Went and looked. And then I would.”

“You can shower with me. I’ll make it up to you.”

Jin shook his head. “You don’t need to. I mostly just want to be close to you. With everything, I guess the prospect of losing you was too real tonight. I’ve never told anyone about what I do and with everything…”

Jungkook silenced Jin with a gentle kiss. Their lips molded perfectly together, the light tickle of Jin’s breath on his cheek as he deepened it, the way their tongues brushed almost instinctively over the connection between their mouths. Jungkook pulled back, nudging Jin’s cheek with his nose.

“I get it. Thank you for sharing with me, no matter how it came out. And thank you for not judging me for my own secrets.”

Jin answered wordlessly, opting instead to kiss Jungkook once more, a deeper, needier one that sent sparks of need down Jungkook’s spine.

“Come shower with me,” Jungkook whispered, letting his arms drop from Jin’s shoulders. He grabbed his hand and tugged him toward the bathroom.

They both stripped wordlessly, sharing quick kisses and soft smiles as they did. Though they had done this about a hundred times in their years together, this felt… New somehow. Jungkook wasn’t sure if it was the knowledge that he wasn’t the only one with such a dark secret, or the weight that was lifted from his shoulders at sharing his secret after so long, but whatever it was, it made everything feel fresh. Jungkook’s heart skipped a beat when Jin’s hands slid down his biceps and across his bare stomach. Jungkook leaned over, slipping out of the back hug to turn on the water. He didn’t bother to hide the little cry of surprise when Jin cupped his ass and squeezed.

He shot upright and Jin wrapped his arms around him, spinning him so they were chest to chest and nearly nose to nose. “I missed this,” Jin whispered. He pressed soft kisses over Jungkook’s cheek and neck, letting his teeth graze his shoulder

Jungkook relaxed into his arms, resting his head on Jin’s shoulder and inhaling. “I’m sorry.”

“For what?”

“Fighting you. Scaring you. Hiding this. Thank you for taking care of me.”

“I’ll always take care of you, Jungkook. I love you.”

Jungkook smiled against his skin, sighing contentedly when Jin nipped at his earlobe playfully. “Water’s warm by now. Come on,” he whispered releasing his grip on Jungkook.

The two climbed into the shower and fell into a rhythm learned from their time together, taking turns with the spray of the water, passing bottles and loofas to one another between water wet kisses. Jungkook washed Jin’s back, kissing his shoulders as he did, the hot spray of the water soothing his own muscles. They switched, and Jin did the same. His attention, however, shifted decidedly more to the point quite quickly. He pressed against Jungkook, allowing him to feel his hardness against his ass. Jungkook leaned his head back, shifting his own hips back to tease.

Jin’s breath hitched, and Jungkook smirked. It was his turn to gasp when Jin reached around and palmed his slowly hardening cock. He began to stroke it with a soap slicked hand, placing kisses along Jungkook’s shoulder.

Jungkook giggled, wiggling his hips back against Jin again. “At least let me rinse off,” he whined. Jin grumbled against his skin but stepped back, letting Jungkook step under the warm spray. As soon as the suds had rolled from his body, Jin was pressing him to the wall of the shower, lips warm and wet and desperate. Jungkook buried his fingers in Jin’s hair. Their bodies shifted together, each moving just enough to drag little whines and sighs from the other.

Jungkook pulled back, pushing Jin back a few inches and slapping the shower off. “Bedroom.”

Jin grinned in response, stepping out of the shower. They toweled off haphazardly, and hurried into the bedroom, still sharing quick kisses and needy touches as they did so.

The back of Jungkook’s legs hit the mattress before Jin shoved, sending him onto the bed with a satisfying creak of springs. Jin crawled over him, placing open mouthed kisses up his leg and chest before biting gently on his shoulder. Jungkook chuckled. “Thought you didn’t wanna eat me,” he teased.

Jin laughed, huffing warm breath over his skin. “And I warned you I did when we got into bed.” He flipped on the lamp, casting the room in a comforting orangeish glow. He pushed Jungkook’s legs open with his own thigh. “Now if you don’t mind... I’m starting with dessert.” He moved down and spread Jungkook open, running his tongue over his hole.

Jungkook’s back arched, a groan slipping from his mouth before he could stop it. Jin’s fingers dug into his hips as he held him down. He began to lick, suck, and bite at his hole and the sensitive skin around it, obscene noises filling the air. Jungkook whined, twisting Just hips down. He buried his fingers in Jin’s wet hair, tugging as he struggled for more each time Jin pulled back.

Jin drove two fingers into his spit slicked hole, bordering on painful when he spread them. It faded quickly when Jin’s tongue drove into the gap, teasing the hypersensitive nerves just inside his rim.

Jungkook sobbed his name, writhing on the bed. “Please!” He finally begged.

Jin looked up. His lips were plush, wet, and red, chin damp.

“What?”

“Fuck me, please. Please, I need you,” Jungkook begged. His cock twitched on his stomach, seeming to echo his plea.

Jin pouted. He blew a puff of cool air against Jungkook’s gaped hole, causing goosebumps to erupt over his skin.

“But I was enjoying my meal,” he teased. “I wanted to see if I could make you come just from eating you out.”

Jungkook shivered visibly at that. His cheeks warmed as he imagined it. “As sexy as that sounds... Please, Jin... I’d rather come with your cock fucking me open. I’ll let you eat me until I come another night. When I’m less desperate. Please.”

Jin bit his lip, considering.

Jungkook wet his lips. “I’ll let you try it in the kitchen... You can bend me over the counter and eat my ass until I come all over the floor.”

“Fuck,” Jin hissed. “Deal.” He glanced at Jungkook, shaking his head. “But you’re still so tight. I need to prep you more.”

“Just a bit. I want it tight... Like the night you took my virginity. The way I screamed for you... Tonight feels...”

“New,” Jin finished, nodding. He spat against Jungkook’s hole and added a third finger. He began to twist and stretch quickly, locking gazes with Jungkook as he did.

Jungkook remained quiet, chewing his bottom lip against the sting of the abrupt stretch. He pawed their lube out of the drawer and handed it to Jin, whining when Jin poured a bit into the gap made by his fingers. “It’s cold.”

“Don’t worry, I’ll warm it quick.” Jin slicked himself and lined his cock up.

Jungkook lifted one leg, resting it over Jin’s shoulder. He let the other fall to the side. “I’m ready.”

Jin drove his cock in, both crying out at the tightness of Jungkook’s hole. He arched his back and grabbed Jin’s thighs. Jin held onto his hips, beginning to thrust shallowly almost immediately. Jin pushed his leg off his shoulder and laid over Jungkook, twisting his hips to work him open.

Jungkook held onto him, whining and moaning as his body began to get used to the thick penetration. Jin’s teeth grazed his earlobe.

“Jin—“

“Do you need me to stop?” Jin panted, snapping his hips forward for good measure. Jungkook groaned and shook his head no. “No! Please... Keep going. Harder—“

Jin huffed against Jungkook’s shoulder. He obeyed, snapping his hips forward hard enough to make the bed groan.

Jungkook screamed happily. His rim aches delightfully, stretched to the limit whenever Jin pushed as deep as he could go, and again when his tip caught against that little circle of muscle. He felt delightfully full, each inward pump of Jin’s cock bordering on discomfort as he worked himself deep into Jungkook’s body.

His own cock was pinned between them, achingly hard and leaking against his tense stomach, neglected. He never had to touch himself when Jin was fucking him; Jin knew just how to make him come.

Jin pulled out, making Jungkook shout in annoyance. He flipped him onto his stomach and spread his ass, adding more lube before driving back in and laying himself over Jungkook’s back as he began to pound into him from the new position. Jungkook screamed into the pillow, arching his hips up to give Jin better access. Jin found his hands, gripping the sheet under the pillow; and twined their fingers, kissing his neck almost delicately despite the aggressive pumping of his hips.

“That’s it, JK,” he panted, his tone going straight to Jungkook’s belly.

“You take me so well. Open right up for my cock, huh? You love it.”

Jungkook whined and nodded, baring his neck for Jin to kiss and nibble.

“It’s sexier now, isn’t it?” Jin huffed, vocalizing the echo in Jungkook’s mind all night. “Knowing the truth. Knowing what I do. What you do. What I feed you.”

Jungkook whined, nodding. “It is... Please—“

“I’ve fed you them before. Your male victims.”

Jungkook’s face heated up more than he thought possible. “Did I—“

“You loved them. I was actually jealous.” The snap of his hips was almost painful as he spoke. “The night I fucked your face right at the dinner table... Then bent you over and made you come right there...”

Jungkook moaned, his eyes rolling back at both the pleasure and the memory. “It was so good— Oh God! Please — Fuck— You fucked me so good that night...”

“I had to make you mine again,” Jin growled. His hips were beginning to lose their rhythm.

“I’m always yours!” Jungkook cried. He bit down on the pillow and shouted at a particularly good angle, teetering on the edge. “Please! Fuck me, oh God, Jin please— Make me come, come on me, God don’t stop—“ He knew he was rambling; a side effect of his impending climax. Jin obeyed though, leaning back and pinning his hips down. He began to slam into him hard and fast, pulling almost all the way out before driving in as deep as he could go.

Jungkook screamed until his voice broke, his entire body going rigid. His cock throbbed and twitched against the bed, spilling rope after rope of milky come onto the sheets as Jin ooh fed his ass. Each thrust had his balls clenching, another dribble of come added to the puddle.

Jin groaned his name, his own hips twitching. He stiffened and then shuddered, his thrusts slowing and weakening as he came, still pumping into Jungkook.

Jin pulled out gently and collapsed next to Jungkook, his chest heaving as they came down. Jungkook giggled tiredly . “Wow.”

“Wow is right,” Jin panted, wiping sweat from his brow.

Jungkook rested his head on Jin’s shoulder, letting his breathing normalize. He shivered when Jin began to wipe his sticky body down with a wet wipe, moving only as much as was necessary to be well taken care of his lover. Jin chuckled, making Jungkook crack one eye open.

“What?”

“You’re utterly boneless,” Jin joked.

“Take it as a compliment,” Jungkook grumbled, shifting to let Jin pull the come soiled blanket off the bed. “You fucked me good.”

“Oh I do, trust me.” Jin flopped back into bed, kicking the clean sheet over them. Jungkook tilted his head up, pouting his lips for a kiss. When Jin obliged, he smiled. The two laid in silence for a moment, basking on one another’s company.

“So, I have a couple of targets I’m looking at…” He began, cracking open one eye in time to see Jin smirk.

“Who’s on the chopping block?”

“A slimy vice president of a small company or a cop who took a bribe that got a criminal off… Any special requests?”

Jin chuckled. “Well, do you have any special dinner requests?”

“You know I love everything you cook… I have been craving your stew though, you haven’t made it in forever.”

“Are either of these potential carcasses fit?”

“The cop, actually. About my size.”

“If you want stew, I’ll need to butcher something with well worked muscles so I can slow cook it. We do have that dinner party coming up early next month… I bet my stew would be a hit with our friends.”

“Oh, you know it would – Taehyung would die for it.” Jungkook hesitated. “How often do you serve my kills to our friends?”

“Regularly – but not as often as you and I eat them. I don’t want to risk them asking what meat it is if it’s too gamey or unique tasting.”

Jungkook nodded. “I’ll work on the cop then.”

The silence stretched on. Jungkook was deep in thought, considering what he’d learned about his potential next victim, as well as the realization that he was doing it entirely with Jin’s knowledge. Jin cleared his throat.

“I have a question.”

“Sure.”

“I know you want to do this alone and all of that but… Would it be okay if I picked up the carcass fresh? Rather than you burying it?”

Jungkook looked up at Jin, cocking his head. “Well, I guess that makes more sense… Since you know now… Yeah, I’ll text when I’m done. I’ll give you the address ahead of time.”

Jin nodded, relaxing a bit into the bed.

“Maybe I’ll show you how to butcher them.”

“Can you teach me how to cook it too?” Jungkook asked.

“No way.”

Jungkook scowled. Jin grinned. “If I teach you how to cook it, you might become better than me, then what use would I be for you?”

Jungkook laughed, wrapping an arm tight around Jin’s middle. “You’ll always have a place in my life, no matter what.”

“Promise?”

Jungkook smiled against his shoulder. “Promise. Now let’s go to sleep.”

Jin grunted in response, turning the lamp off and nuzzling deeper under the sheet. Jungkook relaxed into his embrace as easy as breathing, a sense of profound comfort slipping over him as he drifted to sleep.

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Writers Month 2020 - Day 8

for the prompt eight!

this was heavily inspired by the music video and lyrics for eight by iu feat suga, so i would recommend maybe listening to that first? it’s not required tho. there’s some elements from eternal sunshine of the spotless, despite the fact i’ve not actually seen it in full. there’s one scene (and a bit), you’ll know it when you reach it.

also i keep forgetting to mention it in my others, so i’m doing it now, but my work is focused on platonic relationships unless stated otherwise.

fandom: bts

pairing: jinkook

length: ~4.1k words

genre/tags: angst, some thriller elements, happy ending, weird reality, memories, a tw for something which can be read as suicide/suicidal thoughts but isn’t. still, warning just in case. if you’d like details, feel free to message me. 

putting under a cut :) 

these’ll get shorter one day i swear

*

An orange sun blazed overhead.

Seokjin traced his finger through the surface of the pool to the side of him, watching the ripples it left in its wake. The water was a brilliant blue - almost blindingly so - and the very picture of the glory of summer.

Yet.

In the back of his mind, he had a niggling feeling that there was something not quite right. That something was missing. The empty beach towel to his left might have had plenty to do with that.

As long as it was sunny and beautiful like this, though, he didn't care. What could be wrong about a day like this?

The towel under his back was soft and comfortable, the sun was bright but not unbearably hot, and the water was cool.

It was perfect.

(Empty.)

From the other side of the pool, a quiet splash caught his attention.

Seokjin glanced over, hand stilling where it was resting on the water, and was surprised to see another person, an unfamiliar man, in the water. He was sure there'd been no one else here.

Shaking his long, dark hair out, throwing water droplets all over the water's surface and creating countless ripples, the newcomer didn't seem to have noticed him.

Where had he come from?

Seokjin propped himself up on one elbow.

"Hey," he called out. "This is private land. You can't be here."

Was that true? It had never occurred to him that it was before he said the words, but now that they were out of his mouth they felt right. This was his pool, he was sure of it.

That niggling feeling was rising into a pounding headache behind his eyes, between his temples.

Slowly turning to face him, hands still in his hair, the man offered him confused, sad sort of smile, like he knew something Seokjin didn't. He couldn't make sense of it at all.

"Wake up, Jin-hyung." Even he appeared surprised at the words.

What?

Just as he had the thought that this wasn't right, deja vu sinking into his stomach and chanting that it didn't go like this, it didn't go like this, he blinked, and was greeted with only blackness.

*

Dark, unending, yet also strangely temporary. Like a waiting room.

The sun, the pool, the mystery man, all of it gone, gone, gone.

Another blink.

*

Lazily, Seokjin stretched his arms over his head.

He'd been lying in bed - relaxing after a long day of meetings and incompetence - and trying to muster the energy to get up and take a shower. Sure, he was sweaty and achy, but he was so comfortable here, five more minutes wouldn't hurt, would it?

Through the windows to his left, an autumnal sunset burned, the oranges and reds of the sinking sun casting the room in a warm, fiery glow.

Beautiful.

As he rolled over to see it better, though, he realised something. He lived alone, didn't he?

So then why were the covers on the opposite side of his bed rumpled, as if someone had been lying there not that long before?

Further in his apartment, a door opened and closed with a dull clicking noise.

Seokjin should be scared at this; he lived alone, who the fuck could it be?

Strangely, though, he felt unconcerned. If anything, he was eager.

Awaiting the person who would walk through his bedroom door, yes, that felt right.

He shifted so he could have a perfect view of the doorway but also stay lying down, one arm stretched across the sheets so that his hand dangled over the edge slightly.

Something about the position felt familiar, but he shrugged the sensation off. Of course he'd lain like this before, it wasn't that uncommon.

A shadow passed across the doorway, and Seokjin perked up in anticipation.

A young man, hair dark, wet, and flicked back off his face, entered the room, wearing naught but a towel slung slow around his hips and another hooked around his neck.

As he walked, he was in the process of wiping his face with the neck towel, humming softly to himself.

Seokjin felt the melody call to him, call back to memories he wasn't sure he even had, but the title of the song itself, and the words, escaped him.

"Hi," he greeted, voice smooth, velveteen. "I've been waiting."

Almost as soon as he'd spoken, he realised he wanted to add something else - maybe a name, or a nickname - but the word scattered in his mind before he could pin it down. It was an odd sensation, a blank wall where once there'd perhaps been a great artwork.

The young man barely reacted.

With barely more than a cursory glance at where Seokjin lay, he moved to drying his hair with one side of the towel and searching through drawers with the other. He pulled out some pyjama pants and underwear, humming to himself all the while.

Seokjin was confused.

This didn't feel right. He couldn't quite put his finger on why, there was no specific aspect that felt more off than any other.

It just felt a little like if the moon shone during the day and the sun at night; there was light, sure, and if you didn't know any differently it would all seem normal, but the feeling was wrong. It was unsettling.

The young man only looked at Seokjin when he was about to remove the towel from around his waist.

Holding the ends of the towel out, as if about to drop it, he turned to glance over his shoulder, eyes such a complex mix of emotions that Seokjin was actually taken aback.

"Wake up, Jin-hyung." Visions of orange suns and blue pools flickered in and out of view, overlaying his vision and making his head pound. "You shouldn't be here."

Blink.

*

Blackness.

"What...?"

Another blink, and it was gone.

*

Seokjin jerked awake.

Chest heaving, he tried to cling to the remnants of the nightmare - had it been a nightmare? - but the finer details were already fading away leaving only broad strokes of emotion.

Why couldn't he just fucking remember?

As he tried to steady himself, he took the time glance at his surroundings.

He seemed to be on a plane, judging by the closely cramped seats and the tiny windows offering only glimpses of cloud and the ground, far, far below. Across the aisle, a young woman bobbed her head in time with the music in her headphones, tracing unknown patterns and shapes on the windowpane.

Relaxing into his seat, Seokjin finally began to breathe normally. A plane journey, yeah, that was right. He was going to...wait.

Where was he going?

He had the distinct impression that he was searching for something - following someone who had left him perhaps? -but the specifics eluded him. Thinking back on it, he wasn't even sure what country he'd taken off from.

It was like there was this cloud of fog at the front of his mind, obscuring everything and making it impossible to think properly.

Outside the window, wisps of dark cloud curled over the wing just visible through the tiny frame.

"We are sorry, we are about to be experience heavy turbulence-"

The rest of the message was lost in harsh static. Even the original words had been distorted, as though hearing them from underwater.

With a loud zipping sound, Seokijn's seatbelt flew across his lap and sealed itself in the socket on the other side, tightly trapping him in place.

He yanked on it, panicked.

"Come on, come on," he muttered. "Why?"

In frustration, he slammed back into his chair, head thudding against the headrest.

There was something he needed to see - to prevent - he knew it deep in his bones, but he couldn't do it stuck here. Why couldn't he just move?

A quick glance across the aisle confirmed that the young woman from before was still enraptured by her music, having apparently not heard. Her seatbelt didn't seem to be secured like Seokjin's either.

"Hey!" If she heard him, she didn't react. "We're-"

The whole plane violently jolted.

By now, they were engulfed in ugly black storm clouds, flashes of lightning pulsing in the darkness and the occasional boom of thunder vibrating right through Seokjin's teeth.

For some reason, though, he knew that wasn't why he was terrified.

No, something was going to happen and there was nothing he could do.

With one particularly blinding flash of bright white light, the side of the plane somewhere behind Seokjin was ripped open. A brutally cold wind tore through the plane, howling between the seats and dragging fragments of debris with it.

No!

Quietly, the sound echoing strangely, the young woman began to sing to herself. Even over the wind, her voice somehow carried.

The melody was familiar, Seokjin knew it, but- but-

It was like trying to grasp snow. Every time he thought he'd finally grabbed hold, it melted away in his palms.

Finally, Seokjin managed to wrench his seatbelt open.

Staggering to his feet, he forced himself out into the aisle, frantically looking up and down. The wind burned against his eyes, threatening to drag his legs out from under him, but somehow he stood firm.

There!

A young man - a name, he had a fucking name, what was it? - was standing in the gash in the side of the plane. Wind whipping through his hair, he seemed unaffected by the storm raging around them.

He tried to call out his name - he knew it - but the syllables died upon his tongue.

"Wait!" Fighting forward against the whirlwind forcing him back, Seokjin felt an icy tear fly across his cheek and vanish into his hair. "Wait!"

The young man turned.

For the first time, there was a truly identifiable emotion on his face; anger, frustration, betrayal.

"Hyung!" In that one word was a maelstrom, a heartbreak. "You asked for this! You agreed!"

It was impossible to tell like this, but Seokjin thought he might be crying too.

In his heart, Seokjin knew these words were being dragged out of the young man's mouth the same way his own had been, but that didn't stop them from cutting deep.

They'd been true once upon a time, after all.

"I didn't-" -I didn't know what I was asking for, I changed my mind, please- "I'm sorry!"

It wouldn't be enough. 'Sorry' could never account for what he'd done, what both of them had done.

"It's too late." The young man stared down at him, the occasional flash of lightning rendering him little more than a silhouette. "It's too late."

Seokjin knew what he was about to do before it happened, but he still couldn't be fast enough to prevent it.

Burying his face in his hands, not even bearing to look, the young man bent slightly at the waist, and jumped.

A coarse scream - primal, jagged, broken - tore through his chest and ripped out of his mouth.

Gone. He'd failed.

He was gone.

Grief and rage snaked their tender hands around his throat and squeezed, stopping his scream in its tracks. But it didn't stop it, not really, merely trapped it somewhere between his lungs and his heart where it built and built into a cavernous roar.

Behind him, the young woman was still humming that same song.

Seokjin stared unblinking through the mangled hole in the plane until his eyes burned and fresh tears cut a path down the grime building on his face. He stared and stared, until his eyes could bear it no longer.

Blink.

*

This time the darkness seemed almost mocking.

"I didn't want this!" He screamed.

Blink, and it was gone again.

*

When Seokjin blinked himself back into reality - or whatever twisted mess of reality this was - he found that the darkness hadn't actually fully abated.

He was standing, tears still streaking down his face, on a black sand beach. The waters washing onto the shore left pure white foam whenever they receded, vanishing into the depths of the unseen horizon.

It probably would have been a beautiful beach, if not for the fact that it was lip solely by a burning orange sun which had been eclipsed by the moon, leaving nothing but a burnt orange halo surrounding it.

If Seokjin cared enough to squint up at it, he might even have seen solar flares ringing out from the soft corona.

Despite the colour of the sun, the light was soft and gentle, entirely un-orange in its tone.

Only this tiny section of beach was lit, everything either side of it an impenetrable pitch black.

The most important thing, however, was that Seokjin wasn't alone.

Sitting on the sand close to the water's edge - almost despondently, he thought - and letting the waves gently lap over his feet, was the young man who Seokjin had been repeatedly running into all this time. His chin was hooked over his knees, arms loosely hugging himself as gazed up at the eclipse; Seokjin couldn't be sure, but it seemed as though he'd been here a while.

Where before he would have been at a loss for any information related to this young man, now, now he finally had a name.

The name hadn't snapped into his brain and triggered a release of memories, it hadn't been like that at all. Much of what was going on, where he was and why he was even here was still a mystery, as well as who this young man was to him personally.

But when he reached into his mind for a name to call him, something answered him.

"Jeongguk," he choked out.

Apparently startled, the young man - Jeongguk, Jeongguk - turned to face him. His eyes were wide, stars unseen briefly reflected in them before they faded into a bottomless rich brown.

"Jin-hyung." His arms stiffened. It looked like he wanted to do something with them but wasn't quite sure what. "You're actually here."

There were a million things Seokjin could have - wanted - to say to that, but just couldn't bring himself break the fragile expression on Jeongguk's face.

"Yeah." He sucked in a breath. "Yeah, I'm here."

Awkwardly, he wiped his face, all too unsurprised when his hand came away clean, and walked over as casually as he could. He wasn't sure he'd been convincing.

Settling on the sand next to him, Seokjin stared out to sea.

"What is this?" He found himself asking quietly. "Who are you?"

Jeongguk let out a long sigh.

"We..." A little self-deprecating laugh escaped him. "I don't even know where to start."

"The beginning, maybe" Seokjin joked, attempting to ease some of the stifling air around them.

Instead, to his horror, Jeongguk made a noise that was somewhere between a laugh and a sob.

"God, that's such a you thing to say." Another laugh-sob. "I can't believe how much I missed you, you and your stupid fucking humour."

As harsh as the words were, there was no real anger in them. If anything, they were said almost tenderly.

Suddenly, Seokjin got the distinct sensation that he was a lead actor in a film, but no one had bothered to give him the script.

"We knew- know each other, then."

Jeongguk looked at him. "We were in love," he said simply.

It was like he'd punched Seokjin in the chest. Of all the things that he'd been expecting, dreading to hear, this was the one he'd feared the most, and yet there it was, out in the air.

Of all of the potential options, though, this was the one which he knew would ring most true.

"We were in love, and then," Jeongguk continued, swallowing past the strangled quality his voice was beginning to take on, "and then we weren't."

"So what-"

Now he'd started, though, Jeongguk didn't need any more encouragement; the words were finally set free from where they'd been trapped under his tongue.

"It ended..." He bit his lip, searching for the words. "It wasn't good," he eventually said. "We hated each other, I think."

Seokjin couldn't imagine ever truly hating anyone, never mind this young man who, despite his broad shoulders and strong jaw, had shrunken almost completely into himself as he was speaking.

But he held his tongue. Let him finish.

These were the answers he'd so been craving since this whole nightmare began. So why was there a horrible sinking feeling low in his stomach?

"So we decided to forget. To erase all memories of each other." He said it the way people described going to buy food, or to work. As if was a mundane, everyday thing. "We made our appointments separately at the clinic and just-" He made a soft poof noise. "Gone."

As much as he didn't want it to, some part of Seokjin deep down was singing with the truth of it all.

Jeongguk wasn't lying.

But then-

"Why am I here, then?" Seokjin looked down at his own hands. "Is that what's happening now?"

Shaking his head hesitantly, Jeongguk bit his lip again, this time hard enough that the skin around where his teeth dug in turned pale.

"Our procedures were nearly eight years ago."

"Eight years?" Seokjin's eyes bulged out of his head. "Then what is- is- is all this?" He spread his arms wide. "Am I just dreaming or something?"

"No." For the first time in this whole conversation, it seemed Jeongguk wanted to hold something back. "We...when you go to forget, they don't give you any paperwork to say that they've done it. They keep records, but the people who forget never get to see any of them." Bitterness twisted his lips. "They like to say you leave a 'whole new person'."

Seokjin was struggling to even grapple with the idea that he would ever have agreed to this. What the fuck happened that he would do this to himself, to allow it to be done to someone he'd once loved? It might have been over, but you never really stopped loving someone, did you?

"So, there's no way of knowing what you've forgotten, but there's this, this-" He curled a hand into his chest, right where his heart would be. "-this ache, this unbearable feeling that some part of you is missing and you'll never get it back. I, uh." An embarrassed half-smile flickered on his lips. "I moved away, to try and escape it. Didn't work, of course."

Something like hope was beginning to take root in Seokjin's chest, even if he wasn't sure why.

Jeongguk's hand was still curled into his chest, but more loosely now. "I did some digging, found more people like me. We met up, started discussing a way to reverse the effect." Some of those stars were coming back into his eyes again. "Between just the seven of us, there wasn't much we could do," he admitted. "Only one of us - Namjoon-hyung - was a scientist, so we had to teach it all to ourselves."

When he trailed off, Seokjin prompted him again.

"And?" That steel mental wall that he'd been coming up against this entire time was starting to feel less like wall and more like a door that just happened to be closed. "Did you succeed?"

A small yet genuinely proud smile traced its way across Jeongguk's face. He finally met Seokjin's eyes again.

"We've only tested it once," he explained, "on two of us. No negative effects so far. Aside from, well, this." He gestured at the space between them. "The hyungs didn't meet when they tested it."

Though this should have greatly worried Seokjin, for some reason it didn't.

"I never doubted it though." A little daring came into Jeongguk's gaze. "With Kim Seokjin on our team, we were never going to back down."

Seokjin gaped at him.

No fucking way.

"We-"

"Yep."

"I-"

"Uh huh."

Stunned, he leaned back on his hands.

The odds of them ever meeting again - especially because they'd apparently moved apart in the time since their initial forgetting - must have been astronomical, impossible even.

And yet.

"Wow," Seokjin breathed.

Jeongguk nodded. "I know, right?"

In the back of his mind, however, something occurred to Seokjin, something that had been bothering him ever since the idea of remembering had been brought up.

"If-" He hesitated. "If we remember, won't we remember just how much we hated each other?"

A cold, deadness settled over Jeongguk's features, and he fell silent. It was true he hadn't been speaking, but there'd always been some kind of noise surrounding him, whether it was the rustle of cloth as he twisted his fingers through it, or the sound of him bouncing his leg lightly against the sand.

Now, he was utterly silent.

"Jeongguk-ah," Seokjin said oh-so-softly, "when we chose to forget, were we happy?"

It was a long, long moment before Jeongguk replied, his lower lip trembling ever so slightly.

"No." He brought his hand up to wipe away something from the side of his face hidden from Seokjin. "No."

"Then, maybe this is the right way forward."

For another long moment, Jeongguk was quiet.

Then, "Hyung, I'm scared."

Of what didn't need to be quantified. Their history spoke volumes.

Seokjin shuffled closer and laid an arm over his shoulders, ignoring the almost full body shiver Jeongguk made and instead focusing on the way he leaned into his touch.

"I think we'll be okay." He couldn't promise it, of course he couldn't. But he could hope, and wasn't that enough? "I think we'll be okay, Jeongguk-ah."

Above them, the eclipse finally seemed to be passing, the orange sun peeking out from behind the shadow.

"Ready?"

Jeongguk watched the sky gradually brighten for a few seconds, and then slapped his own cheeks a few times.

"Yeah, yeah I'm ready."

In perfect sync, the two of them blinked.

*

"They're back-"

"Oh finally-"

"Thank fuck-"

Seokjin blinked hazily.

Above him, a bright white light glared harshly down at him, making him recoil slightly.

After the darkness of the beach, and the storm before that, it was almost too much.

He was lying on a medical bed, uncomfortable but functional, with some restraints loosely holding him down.

It had been just in case he became violent, like Taehyung had, he remembered-

Wait. He remembered.

He remembered.

"Guys," he croaked, quickly ending the bustle of noise. "Get these off me."

Hands rushed to free him, the sound of pattering feet to his right - where he knew there was a second bed set up, where, where he, oh god - revealed that the same was happening to the other occupant of the bed.

As soon as he was physically able, Seokjin sat bolt upright, eyes searching through the small crowd of bodies around him for the person he knew was on the on the other side of the room.

All it took was Yoongi moving aside just so and-

The memories rolled through his mind like ticker tape, or like newspaper reels spinning rapidly as they printed their headlines in huge, blocky letters.

Their first meeting, when Jeongguk had broken into his private pool and been entirely unapologetic about the whole thing.

That first night together, gilded with the light of the setting sun.

Oh, the tension and panic of that turbulent flight following Jeongguk home after their last fight, hoping beyond all hope that he could somehow change his mind.

Arriving at the clinic. Leaving it, the one person who had won his heart drawn from his mind like poison from a wound, or nectar from a plant.

Maybe they would fall in love again.

Maybe they would easily fall into the arguments that had so torn the younger versions of them apart, what felt like lifetimes ago. Maybe they would just retain the working relationship they'd built up upon starting this endeavour to regain the memories they'd once willingly discarded.

Now, though, now-

Seokjin met Jeongguk's eye, aware that they mirroring each other's poses almost exactly.

A single tear rolled down his cheek.

"Jeongguk-ah."

With broken, joyous laughter tumbling out of his chest, Jeongguk scrambled off of the bed and stumbled across to Seokjin who was already waiting with his arms open.

He threw his arms around his neck as they collided, letting Jeongguk press his nose wetly into his neck and just cry.

Maybe this was a new start. Maybe history would repeat itself. At the very least, they would have plenty to explain to the five other men who had joined them on this journey.

Right now, though, they were okay.

They were okay.

#text #fanfic #me #writersmonth2020 #writersmonth day 8 #bts fanfic #jinkook #angst #tw: suicide #i'm gonna write a happy fic one day i promise #you can pinpoint the exact moment this fic ran away from me #eight is a damn good song tho #just took one listen and i was off #ahhhhhhh #doing this took so long i'm so sorry

[alpaca-jin-love-exchange]

Alpaca Jin Love Exchange 2017 - Day 8!

Eternalism for @boogie-boogie

Namjoon draws his index finger across the matte surface of the coffee table, the heat from his skin leaving prints in the black finish as he traces shapelessly. “Imagine all the pieces of the universe as parts of a machine. Now imagine that the machine’s purpose is to make time flow at a relatively normal pace.

“Now imagine someone breaks one of those pieces. The machine can still run, but… think of it like a printer, maybe. Some words don’t come out clearly. Some information is missing. Time is still flowing, but in this part of the universe, it’s flowing cyclically. We have to put the broken piece back to straighten it out. The other pieces are working twice as hard to compensate, and one by one, they will collapse, and then it will happen exponentially."

"And then what?" Jeongguk asks, chin between the peaks of his knees.

"It's best if we never find out."

(jinkook, angst w/a happy ending, rating: t)

Petrichor for @kuragecharms

Honestly, Jeongguk was whipped for Seokjin before this, but now he's just certified Seokjin trash.

(jinkook, fluff, rating: g)

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[jintheawkward]

in the eternal happiness | oneshots

1) the one where the maknae line is just a bunch of ogling weirdos (taejin/jinmin/jinkook) 2) the one where jimin ships it and taehyung just wants to protect their baby brother (namjin) 3) the one where seokjin finds the perfect nickname for taehyung (taejin) 4) the one where seokjin doesn’t even like raw food (jinmin) 5) the one where jungkook is too proud to say it (jinkook) 

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1) the one where the maknae line is just a bunch of ogling weirdos (taejin/jinmin/jinkook)

“i don’t get called in any other apartments as much as i do into your place,” seokjin huffs as he leans over the sink with a flashlight, inspecting the insides of the drain taehyung and jimin put a lot of effort to clog.

the hem of his t-shirt rides up a bit at the back, and the boys gulp in unison at the sight of the strip of skin and the pair of cute back dimples. “i’m almost afraid to ask what are you, guys, usually doing in the kitchen instead of cooking like other normal people.”

“just the usual stuff, hyung.”

“what stuff can possibly involve a rubber duck in your crusher?”

jimin pulls his friend aside and nudges him in the ribs. “seriously, tae? a rubber duck?”

“i ran out of ideas,” taehyung whispers back with a shrug. “what about inviting namjoon hyung? we could just leave him in the kitchen for a sec and the kitchen would explode on its own.”

“we need a reason to call a plumber, not firemen.”

“looks like I will have to check your drain trap as well,” seokjin calls out, already getting on his knees and crawling under the sink.

“you can check whatever of mine you want,” taehyung mumbles with his gaze fixed on seokjin’s lower body where the washed-out jeans has stretched over his ass, hugging him tightly just at the right places.

“what?”

“eh, just, let us now if you need anything,” says jimin, clearing his throat to shake off the spell that seems to be cast on him whenever the handsome plumber bends over.

their quiet giggles shared over the pictures they have so far managed to snap from the most ridiculous angles gets interrupted by a beeping sound as their roommate punches in the entry code. the minute of shuffling at the door is followed by a slam of door, and soon enough, jungkook rushes into the kitchen, dumping his backpack mindlessly somewhere on the floor.

“hi, hyung!”

“hey, jk,” seokjin hums in response, still half-buried in the cabinet, before he turns over onto his back.

“i thought you had a lecture,” jimin mouths innocently at jungkook with a question in his eyes.

“luckily it got cancelled, you traitors,” hisses jungkook while he digs in the pocket for his own cellphone to capture the perfect view (or man) spread out in front of him.

2) the one where jimin ships it and taehyung just wants to protect their baby brother (namjin)

„oh, come on. it’s cute.“

taehyung looks up from his bass just in time to catch seokjin shaking in laughter at the other end of their practice room. there‘s a bloom of pink dusting his cheeks as he giggles with his hand clasped over his mouth at something the other boy, now sheepishly rubbing the back of his neck, has said.

„no,“ taehyung growls, not understanding jimin at all. weren’t twins supposed to pull together all the time? „it’s disgusting. this is jinnie we’re talking about. our little brother.“

„so?” sighing, jimin crosses his arms over his chest because taehyung has been just acting weird about the whole thing. seokjin’s very obvious infatuation with absolutely clueless namjoon has actually become jimin’s guilty pleasure that he looks forward to everytime his younger brother stops by at their practices or gigs. “you can’t keep him to yourself forever. he’s a blooming teenager– it’s only natural that he wants to date.“

„why does it have to be namjoon, though? out of all people?“ taehyung groans and aggressively strums the strings in frustration, which makes jungkook and hoseok turn their head questioningly from their own guitars which they have been trying to tune up.

jimin furrows slightly at the implication. „what’s bad about jin crushing on our drummer? you know namjoonie.“

„exactly,” taehyung deadpans. “i mean, he’s older than jin… “

„gosh, just by two years…“

„which means two years of more experience! and what about the lyrics he has written for us so far? you think I don’t know why is his laptop always infected?“

„stop overreacting,” says jimin, rolling his eyes at him. taehyung might be the older twin but jimin is definitely the cooler one. “should we talk about the content of your hard drive?“

just as taehyung is about to defend himself and pull out the hyung card, namjoon chooses that moment to slam his hand against one of his cymbals by accident.

„look! he’s so clumsy! a walking disaster!“

both of them watch seokjin jump to his feet with a look of worry upon his face, immediately scrutinizing namjoon’s hand as if it was nearly falling off or something. namjoon is trying to wave it off, but he only hits himself again.

„he’s like an adorable foal standing on his legs for the first time,” jimin replies and can’t help himself but smile. “so harmless. and so oblivious. i’m shipping this so hard.“

„jin!” taehyung calls when it seems that his brother is holding onto namjoon’s hand a second longer than it’s really necessary. “bring your hyung a can of soda, would you?“

he narrows his eyes at namjoon, who blinks a few times in confusion. filled with burning determination, taehyung turns back to jimin. „i won’t allow this. this is not happening, not on my watch.“

3) the one where seokjin finds the perfect nickname for taehyung (taejin)

„hyung,“ taehyung coos, planting a kiss on seokjin’s cheek as he, somehow, squeezes himself behind seokjin on the sofa to hug him from behind. after some wiggling and shifting, taehyung wraps his legs and arms around his waist, hooking his chin over seokjin’s shoulder like he always does.

„hm?“

taking his eyes off the tv, seokjin sits back against taehyung and tilts his head, bumping it lightly against his boyfriend’s head. taehyung draws back a little, at which seokjin turns sideways to see him properly.

„nothing,“ taehyung replies with that sweet smile that reminds seokjin of the little boy from the pictures that taehyung’s mother showed him when seokjin came to officially meet taehyung’s parents.

with that very same smile adorning his face now, taehyung leans down and pecks the older on lips.

then, out of nowhere, he bites seokjin at the shoulder.

„yah,“ seokjin yelps before smacking the other boy’s hand in fake outrage.

taehyung only chuckles and snuggles in closer, putting his head back on seokjin’s shoulder. meanwhile, his hand slides under seokjin’s sweater, only to settle somewhere near his navel, his thumb stroking the sensitive flesh in a lazy manner that sends shivers down seokjin’s spine.

when a moan escapes his lips, seokjin knows he had enough so he untangles taehyung’s limbs and pulls him in his lap instead.

„you’re driving me crazy,“ he says in a quiet hush, not sure why he’s whispering in the first place.

„glad to hear that.“

there’s a sparkle in taehyung’s gaze as his fingers trace the lines of seokjin’s face, gently running along his forehead, cheekbones and jawline. taehyung stops at seokjin’s mouth with his thumb resting lightly against the lips, and caresses the bottom one with the pad of his finger, his deep eyes following each move of his hand.

it’s when taehyung lowers his head down to let his mouth stroke the plump lips that seokjin realizes he has been holding his breath in anticipation the whole time.

taehyung’s face is so close now that it blurs a little, but his intimate look does not falter so seokjin instinctively closes his eyes under the weight of the intense stare.

a tip of taehyung’s tongue, warm and hesitant, darts out to flick over seokjin’s lips before he licks at his mouth. both of them can feel the little vibrations of seokjin’s low humming as they are kissing. it’s slow and thorough, leisurely in a way that leaves them relaxed and dazed when they finally break apart.

smiling, taehyung stretches his arms above his head contentedly, like a cat after a nap.

seokjin only shakes his head in amusement. „you’re like a snickerdoodle. sweet but full of spice.“

„i like that nickname,” taehyung says and it’s a full-beam smile by the time he drops his hands and links them behind seokjin’s neck.  „i think i want some of those cookies. do you think you could actually make some now?“

4) the one where seokjin doesn’t even like raw food (jinmin)

seokjin absent-mindedly pokes into the too-healthy-looking rolls on his plate.

“this is a third time only this week we’re having lunch at this place,” says namjoon around a mouthful of something they actually call pizza here, which seokjin thinks is quite a stretch.

“yeah?”

“you don’t even like raw food.”

“I’m trying to get in shape,” says seokjin and it’s not a complete lie - chuseok has definitely taken its toll on him.

“and you hate sitting on high chairs at the bar counter,” namjoon continues, “because apparently you’re not a kid anymore and the way your legs dangle in the air distracts you.”

“what if i wanted to spend some quality time with my friend and this is the only place nearby that serves the rabbit food he eats?”

“see? that’s exactly what i’m talking about.”

“i’ve changed my mind, okay?” seokjin sighs and takes a bite. it doesn’t taste bad, but it’s not a medium steak either.

“just admit there’s another reason for you to keep coming back. and it’s not even on the menu,” namjoon grins knowingly. “maybe a sweet, dumpling-like waiter you’d actually rather eat out than eat up.”

“may i refill your pomegranate juice? or get you anything else?”

suddenly, the subject of their conversation appears in front of them, all smiling and looking unbelievably cute in the ugly muddy-green uniform. seokjin suppresses the urge to immediately tear it off of him.

“uh…” seokjin gulps, staring blankly at the young man beaming at him like a hundred-watt lightbulb while namjoon has the nerve to snort.

seokjin refrains himself from shouting ‘karma’ right into the asshole’s face when namjoon drops his pizza slice, the greenish sauce smearing on the front of his shirt.

“be right back,” namjoon huffs before retreating to the bathroom.

“so…”

“right, right, the juice!” seokjin squeaks out, groaning internally at his inability to keep it cool when charming sunshines are involved. “i’d like more of the juice, please.”

“anything for your dear-“

“that’s just my colleague! we’re only friends.”

the other man laughs, carefully pouring seokjin’s drink. “I was about to say companion, but okay, good to know that. i’m jimin.”

“seokjin.”

“nice to meet you,” jimin nods with his mouth stretched into a bright smile and seokjin swears he’s in love. “i’ve seen you here few times, but you don’t seem to enjoy the food very much…”

“you’re very attractive,” seokjin blurts out as if it would explain anything, realizing too late what kind of bomb he has just dropped.

judging from the blush rising in his cheeks, jimin is equally surprised and lacks the air of bravado and confidence that usually surrounds him.

“thank you,” he says, shyly dropping his eyes. “actually, you’re the really handsome one here.”

seokjin is used to hearing compliments like that all the time but something in jimin’s voice makes him feel all soft and gooey.

however, the nice talk might end before it gets to start properly since they notice namjoon emerging from bathroom, the stain on his shirt even worse than it was before.

in record time, jimin grabs one of the napkins on the counter and scribbles down a row of number and then, pushes it towards seokjin.

“call me?”

seokjin only manages to nod like a love-struck idiot, which makes jimin laugh again.

he’s about to leave but remembering something, he turns back to seokjin and leans in closer over the bar.

“and just so you know,” jimin whispers with a grin, “i would definitely let you eat me out.”

5) the one where jungkook is too proud to say it (jinkook)

even with the fan right in front of his face, the room still feels too hot and the tank top seokjin’s wearing sticks disgustingly to his body.

“just take it off,” says jungkook on the other side of the screen, and despite the poor connection and grainy video, seokjin can see his characteristic eyeroll. “my innocence won’t suffer, i promise.”

seokjin ignores his smirk.

“so how are things back home?”

“same, boring. what about you?” jungkook asks with a sigh. “everyone keeps asking when you are returning, even the rice cake ajumma. no wonder, her incomes must have dropped rapidly with her main glutton out of town.”

“rude.”

“even jjangu seems to look for you everyday. you should come back before this becomes another hachiko story.”

“i doubt that,” seokjin snorts, thinking of his old ungrateful dog, “he must be thrilled since there’s no one to bother him.”

“how can you know that?” jungkook furrows and straightens in the chair. “jjangu might not act like it all the time, but he cares about you a lot.”

“okay,” seokjin retorts carefully, sensing that something is off. “jungkook, what-“

“man, the hot and humid weather is extra unbearable today,” complains yixing as he bursts into their shared room and plops down on his bed, immediately tossing his shirt away. “what are you doing?”

“skyping with jungkook.”

with a new-found energy, yixing scrambles to his feet and leans over seokjin in a matter of few seconds, draping all over him because that’s how yixing is.

“so this is your little boyfriend.”

jungkook winces in surprise as a new face squeezes into the frame, and seokjin notices the way his features slightly stiffen.

“the way you say it makes me look like a pedo.”

“he’s adorable,” yixing grins whereas jungkook is trying to process the sudden amount of chinese thrown at him. “just the type i thought you would be dating.”

“what’s that supposed to mean?”

“nothing. just that you’re very predictable when it comes to cute stuff,” yixing says, squishing seokjin’s face, and peels himself off him. “well i’m out, third-wheeling isn’t really my thing. keep it pg, kids.”

“so that was yixing, my roommate. a really cool guy,” seokjin breathes out once the door closes behind yixing.

“he seems to be,” jungkook murmurs, fiddling with his fingers. “touchy and very naked too.”

“what?”

“just that you two look really close, especially for people who've met few weeks ago.”

“jungkook, are you jealous?”

“no, why would i? i’m just stating what i see. good to know you’re enjoying yourself there,” his boyfriend shrugs like he doesn’t care but seokjin knows that it isn’t the case.

“why don’t you just admit that you miss me?”

jungkook’s eyes widen in embarrassment. “no, that’s not-“

“because i miss you a lot,” seokjin interrupts, feeling that he needs to let this off his chest quickly.

“you do?” there’s a hint of hopeful joy in jungkook’s voice this time that makes him sound so young and vulnerable. seokjin just wants to kick himself because he should have noticed all the signs earlier.

“of course, i do. what is he doing now? has he eaten his lunch yet? is he struggling with his math homework again? did he go for his evening jog? or was he too tired after his dance practice? everyday, I think about how much I want to hold your sweaty hand, jokingly pat your butt, kiss that little scar on your cheek. so yeah, i do miss you.”

even though jungkook isn’t looking at him, seokjin knows the boy is smiling.

“i miss you too, hyung. i miss you very much.”

#bts #taejin #jinmin #jinkook #namjin #taejin fics #jinmin fics #jinkook fics #namjin fics #jin #seokjin #v #taehyung #jimin #jungkook #namjoon #rapmonster #writings #my fics #wips&sketches&impromptus

[ezamevolni]

Traces: Law and order

Back for more Jinkook shenanigans. I will always be back. 😇

And it somehow panned out because now's the perfect timing to talk about that side of Jungkook. Haha 🙂 I started this when Seven's teaser came out and now it's a whole two months later. Hello 3D.

Did a long (and rambling) post that spans across events in 2 and a half years. Like a highlight reel of some content that sit on the same arc. Like any other unconfirmed phenomena in the world, we can only look at what's presented and draw our own inferences.

Side note: The title of this post progressed from 'Who Confessed First' to 'Hyung Wait For Me' to the dried-up 🦑 I have now because recently I had felt like there's a need to highlight this aspect of Jinkook. The need had always been there actually.. but simply giving lectures and pep talks on why people should stop seeing Jinkook in that particular light only ends up with me becoming an internet rando screeching into the void. I'd rather Jinkook screech at everyone instead (if only they would). So I spend a good chunk of time trying to finding the lens that just showed what I saw, and that's as far as I'm going to go lol But along the lines of my original heading pertaining to the confessor.. Sure, there could've been no confession, no relationship, no underlying feelings whatsoever... but there could be ;)))

Please note that I will be using their Korean ages here as that's what they went by back then. Koreans are counted as a year old from the moment they are born, and everybody gets this additional year added to their ages at the beginning of the year, no matter when they're born during. SK had only recently (?) abolished this system.

⚠️ Smexy allusions ahead. (Appropriately, of course)

Every country has its own determined legal age and for South Korea, that's 20 years old. (I resist the strong urge here to insert my manifesto here that physical age ≠ mental age and that the lack of standardization where this line should be drawn is precisely why it is an unrelia- look at that just dug myself a shallow grave 🙂)

Fans all knew when Jeon Jungkook turned 20 because a whole shindig was thrown (by the members) about it - started in late 2015 and lasted all the way to the end of 2016.

So he was excited, the members were excited, and the fans were excited. And it's funny how the reason behind everyone's excitement was similar but not the same. Not the same.

These are events that transpired within the period between Danger (2014) and Fire (2016).

For in the years that BTS glowed up, there was an invisible line some were eagerly waiting to leap over, while others were blissfully or perhaps warily unaware(?) of those intentions. Before yall jump my throat and accuse me of shielding my bias, please calmly read on. (I think he bite off more than he could chew.)

For after the clock struck midnight on Dec 31 2015, the light turned green. And it'll become very clear very fast who was watching that second hand like a hawk, and who still perfunctorily giving head pats.

Anyway, hopefully from this account some can stop with the unnecessary berating of Jinkook's age difference as a ship because there was a very strong one-sided motivation to move things along.

In 2014 (not yet, smexy thoughts go to 🚓)

140612 Kkul FM

Jin: "Wait, how is everyone in our group an adult except Jungkook, that doesn't make sense"

Jk: "I-I-I will quickly become an adult too"

Jungkook was only 18 years old here. Still growing in height, had bunny teeth, full of energy and overall, still a kid.

And the point is that he was about 1.5 years away from becoming an 'adult' in SK.

The only real difference that bit of time made was that legally, Jk would be able to do some 'adult' things. For example, drinking, driving, clubbing, signing a legal document without a guardian signature.

But in terms of actual physical and mental growth, a period of 1.5 years does not guarantee nor indicate a measurable amount of change. (BTW Vmin at this time were still 18 years old internationally but already considered legal in SK. I know, it's trippy.)

Now when Jin made that comment "that doesn't make sense", it really stood out fer tow reasons.. 1. Per my logic it's as if to Jin, Jk already seemed like an adult in his eyes or maybe in comparison to the rest, he should be qualified to count as one. (I kinda agree, childish loud and extra, all of them)

2. Also, everyone was yelling commentary on Jk's growth - he's in high school, going through puberty, taller in height... but nobody else was fazed about Jk not being an adult. Members almost seemed to have the exact opposite POVs of Jin's. Ew bro is growing up vs Compared to you people he's not grown yet??

Right because somehow, there had always been a disconnect between how Jin viewed Jk and how other members viewed Jk.

Few other examples include~

Jin pointed to JK first then Jk followed suit. His face looked like a whole question: "Me?"

Btw, we have an excerpt of Jimin supporting Jin's choice but it's clear Rap Monster was still number one in 🐥's heart👆🏼:

But Jin was alone on this take here:

obsessive, timid, and the worst dresser..glad bts got theses roasts out of their system back then if not you'll be seeing trucks outside hybe if it happened now

And 'obsessive' seemed like a great descriptor for Jk because Jin seemed to have been on the receiving end of a lot of 'obsession'..:

140414 Sukira Kiss the Radio

Jin was the number one victim of Jk's sad boi serenades

"He keeps practicing but he keeps singing in someone's ear..." Suga said, concealing the identity of the affected.

"..my ears will just burst," Jin then bragged complained.

Overall, Jin was perceiving a whole other Jungkook from the rest of the members.

And 2015 rolled around. ( No 🔞 still 🚓)

For the below video.. I had a terrible time looking for it because logically, my brain said it should have happened some time near the end of 2015 and was probably released in early 2016. Because the video is of Jk, in the middle of a hectic warm-up session, asking the members to say a few words to him who is spending the last days of his teens. Ah youth, it flies away so fast-

Nope. When I finally found it I was both surprised and surprised. Filmed ? and released in April. It was barely second quarter... last days? You've got eight months left... JK??

150430 Jungkook who's in his 10s ask his hyungs (0:27 for Jin)

What Jin said to him: "Well, for 10s... firstly you can't drive. After you reach the 20s you can drive. Hyung can drive now, envious right? (JK: yes, I'm envious 😂) You've worked hard."

Now there's nothing very special about this.. Jin's answer was short and sweet, about driving.... and he really just "said a few words" to Jk like he was asked. Very casual. Quite cavalier. Regardlessly, his cool attitude and dry 'blessing' still elicited giggles from Jk.

So returning to my issue with the date of filming, Jk made a selfcam in the MIDDLE OF 2015 asking everyone to say a few words to him who was leaving his teen years. The timing was so incredibly random. Later on I figured.. that it's possibly the staff's idea for the selfcam. 'Last days of his 10s' would be on theme for their HYYH series and there was also the giant album logo on the bottom...

Either way, it doesn't matter who came up with the idea for this content. Because it served as our official entrance into the saga and promptly highlighted Jk's coming of age. A reallllllly long one that should've only been a day's celebration and a couple of after mentions (like for Vmin), but wasn't.

150611 Kkul FM

In June, BTS had moved into a new dorm, released HYYH Pt.1 and were finally tasting a bit of success. No longer squished into a single bedroom, they now had roommates 🦑🎊

So it appeared that most were happy with the new arrangements and Jin was definitely one of them😚as he voluntarily started sharing what activities he did with Suga:

Jin started off talking about the logistics of the activity regarding the beds

To which Jk's question leaped out by reflex:

"You sleep (together)?" Not a second of thought.

And his tone, teehee wow... and too, watch his hands even after Jin reassured him that sleeping was not involved.

Also, the group of satisfied roomies didn't seem to include Jk because:

Jk and Tae were the only two who innocently raised their hands. (btw I have reason to suspect Tae wanted to share a room with Sin too.)

I love how Officer Min was interrogating the suspect, "What is it he(you) likes so much then?"

It's pretty clear there's a specific room Jk was gunning for and how all his teasing hyungs knew which one and why.

Game consoles was a big clue, and the eldest hyung in the corner thinking, nodding and going "Ah" softly when he heard Jk say "It's game consoles"... I could write a short fic on how 2015 Jin had rising suspicions but didn't dare to go there, and was momentarily relieved when he heard the maknae give a convincing answer for his frequent visits to his bedroom. But I won't.

150702 Sukira Kiss the Radio

Jk's coming of age was also brought up on a radio show in July. The host Ryeowookie had asked,

"Getting my license" JK answered. Something Jin did mention before in that practice room interview, but it's such a normal answer we can't say he was influenced by Jin.

Then Ryeowook went on to ask Jk if he wanted to become an adult or stay in his 10s...

When Ryeowook asked if he still wanted to enjoy his teens Jk went oh no immediately, he wanted to become adult

..but (oh?).. he watched a movie recently (ok..) and there were a lot of driving scenes. (????)

? OK.

I can relate to Jk's terrible use of conjunctions when attempting to lie on the spot.

Jk used to be a greenhorn at lying (he's all grown now) and couldn't commit fully to the lie, so he'd take really long to answer and what came out would sound like nonsense.

In this situation, it actually seemed like an alright answer because Ryeowook had no idea just how eager Jk was. Sure, a movie with a lot of driving scenes could in theory make a person eager to be legal and start tokyo drifting. However, it won't be long before Jk reveals his true intentions to the world. 👇

Also truly, I don't think Mad Max would have inspired someone to want to start driving. If you check dates, this banger came out at just about this time.

151224 Simply K-Pop - Some Questions About BTS

It's really, really close to the end of 2015 now.. and the start of 2016 when Jk could be officially counted as an adult on Jan 1.

And I was a bit taken aback at that time when I first saw the video because there were no warning signs for what he did when he did.

Jimin was the one who read the fan question, "Isn't Jungkook turning 20 years old soon? Please express your feelings with your entire body."

Jungkook: it's my f*cking time to shine 😃😏🥴🚓🈲🔞

That expression!! arm movements,!? and swagger?!! Goodness gracious👵🏻 He nailed the -thuggy old perv entering a strip joint ready to tear it up-

Just to make it clear why he was excited about becoming an adult:

Innocent little ol' me was going "is that allowed on TV??"

And amidst all the laughing men, one stiff alpaca seemed a little uncomfortable with Jk's boldness:

(small smile, fidgeting, shaking pupils)

I mean. Who was that sleazeball that took over Jk's body?? This act was just a tad too transparent...

It's a howling declaration of what he thought of when he thinks 'adult'.

151223 KBS Gayo Daechuje X BTS Vlive

The year was really drawing to a close and on a live broadcast for KBS' year-end show, again, Jk decided to remind us of his questionable intentions after becoming legal.

The hot topic of the year was again cued:

He mentioned his desire for driving and also...

Jungkook: "I believe everybody already knows what"

No, we don't know SAY IT

If Jin had seemed cavalier in April, he definitely was paying attention to Jk's coming of age on the last day of 2015.

To think that this friend will soon become an adultㅠㅠ Our makdoongie will become an adult soon too. Please stay as a makdoongie to hyung for a long long time, you muscle man (cr. Sihyun @ bts_trans)

A side note: Jin posted this message 16 minutes after midnight on Dec 31.

Oh the times back then. I wasn't a Jinkooker but I was always weirdly extra fond of their posts together. And was always somehow expecting them to do these posts showing how close they were, because I knew they were, yet astonished when they did. Shipper me today is like, yeah, dumbass. You a shipper you just didn't know it yet.

151231 MBS Gayo Daechukje

Finally, they crossed over to 2016 on stage at the end of the year and the MC had cued Jungkook to say a few words after becoming an adult. I would think there's at least one or two other idols on stage who were turning twenty in 2016 but he was the only one asked. Like I said, the shindig had been thrown all year long and everyone knew.

And it's funny that it's Jin's zodiac year too, along with Ken and Sandeul's.

After getting off stage, Jk tweeted too about becoming legal

I’m twenty To think that I’m twenty To be honest, it doesn’t feel like it but.. I feel good anyways ARMYs wouldn’t like it right heheheuhahahe e hahe ARMY, I love you and I hope you treat us well this year as well (cr. Sihyun @ bts_trans)

"Armys wouldn't like it right"...... As a fan on the outside, no bb.. most were 😒creepily looking forward to it. But yeah, a few people might have preferred you stay small for longer.. one of them voiced that very sentiment the day before.

And then it finally arrived for real.

🌟2016🌟 (Actually nothing here really prompts smexy thoughts. I lied.)

Dumdum dunnnnnn.

If you thought they were lowkey and subtle this year, you're wrong. And I'm only referencing bits that are relevant to this arc. A Lot Was Going On All Year Round. anyways.

~January~

Hanako vol. 1101 Jin and Jungkook's interviews (cr. kimmyyang)

Q: Use a simple sentence to describe the member is a _______ man.

Jin about Jk: An old-looking maknae

Jk about Jin: A big brother from the church

Alright, I don't know about you but those statements just sounded mysterious and wrong (?).

Jungkook looking old? Jin from church? People are still calling Jk baby star candy today, Jk from 2016 DID NOT look old. Objectively speaking.

Jin, from the church? He's elegant and well-mannered sure but when you say someone looks like they're from church, it usually points to their conservatism.

And as far as my BTS lore goes, Jin's family is buddhist. (fact check me :))

So Jk could have let us in a little bit on their um.. progress. And the interview was likely done during end of 2015. I'll boldly presume someone drew a clear line that even if it be days remaining, it's still a matter of law and order. Wait it out buddy.

160124 2nd Muster

If you still recall that there's a plot, it looked like one person was facing difficulty in making progress even after the clock struck midnight.

Thanks to Jin secretly showing off publicly complaining, we learned about a tenacious youth's struggle:

to take over Jin hyung's bed.

Allow me to swoon for a moment 🤗 I'm deeply consoled by Jk's heart on his sleeves nature. Look at him, going from just learning about Sin's nighttime movie dates to proactively taking Jin's bed before he arrives home.

From Jin's complaint, It was clear that Jungkook was taking the initiative and Jin was more passive in seeking the other out after hours.

When questioned from all sides, Jk created a smoke screen:

The carpet...hm mentioning the carpet. And how many of you were like me, immediately giving him the benefit of the doubt that he only slept on the carpet, not the bed? :/

Note how he brought up the carpet but couldn't go through with the whole lie and never once said he 'slept' on the carpet. The carpet was, just there in the room. It's really not relevant at all.

And Jin's response cleverly made it seem like the carpet was indeed a real factor in Jk's nightly visits. I'm intrigued because he knew (everyone knew) Jk was lying, but he feigned ignorance and played along with Jk's terrible excuse...which leads one to think Jin isn't as passive as he tried to appear.

160612 Kkul FM

The topic of Jk being an adult came up again during this festa, reasonably so because it is the year that it finally happened. This time around, the topic was also part of the script.

There's nothing substantial from this conversation that contributes to the arc, but their responses were so candid and hilarious:

SG: "Jungkook was 15 years old when we met but now he's a full grown man."

RM: "That's gross"

JK: "My chin split"

RM: "Your chin split?"

JK: "It's split here."

J: "Euhheuheuhahaheuhaheuhaha"

Idk about chins splitting once the state recognizes you as an adult, but brownie points to Jk for thinking that's correlated.

Sometimes I think his dude logic is part of his cutie star charm 🧚🏼‍♂️

Bon Voyage season 1 ep. 1

Can't miss this episode where their first dinner in Bergen was all about Jungkook's adult ceremony party:

All the hyungs had it in mind and were going to throw a surprise party for Jk after cooking dinner. Everyone was pretty excited:

RM led the song, Jimin gave JK birthday slaps and Jhope was the one who reminded Namjin about getting supplies.

Traditionally, the person gets three gifts for their ceremony: flowers, perfume and a kiss. As a group of dudes on an impromptu trip/variety show in a foreign country, they couldn't afford the first two.. and Jk resisted getting the third. (Honestly I could cry a little about how cute they were about preparing the candles, food and cake for Jk. It was different vibes back then)

Isn't it cute how Jin suggested cheesecake because of Jk's love for cheese 🥰

p.s. I'm spreading rumors that Jin was recreating the adult ceremony cake for Jk's birthday last year:

160517 BTS Live

This live was a bit like a debriefing and commentary on the coming of age party they celebrated the day before.

All hyungs were teasing Jk about it, saying he's paying for the whole trip, the trip was to celebrate him, he's gonna shell the airplane tix..

And then Jin cut in while Jhope was very kindly telling Jk who bought the cake

The translators didn't sub it but Jin suggested a game to pick a member to kiss Jk

You can't take Jin seriously here 🤣 from head to toe, you could tell he was just teasing the maknae.

However. This question. Made Jk fall into a momentary daze.

He froze for about 3 seconds. Just based off this reaction I'd say they haven't kissed yet

And then gave his big 'I'm not gay hmph' lil protest ("A kiss from a guy...I would like a kiss from our fans") but that pregnant pause haha 😊 It's laden with panic. A big, straight boy would go directly into a 'no thanks bro' without a second thought.

2016 5.31-6.2 (?) BTS 3rd Birthday Party practice

Official party was over but the saga was not. It's probably because the members had started prepping for their Festa stages in late May pouring into early June, and the theme of Jk's adulthood hadn't exactly dissipated yet.

From the song choice to the style of execution, adult Jk spoke volumes:

Everyone who'd seen this practice video would agree upon noting the difference between Jk and Jm when they were dropping like it's hot.

Because Jimin exhibited what is called modesty and Jk showed lack thereof.

Both were smiling but one was embarrassed and the other was reveling in it.

That haughty side look and the casual walk off

We already know Jk was the one who picked the song and that the original was banned on music shows for its explicitness.

In the lyrics, the speaker was bluntly and figuratively saying to a person older than them - it was finally legal for them to 🌹🔞, the wait was over.

So there's debate over Jimin's participation in this dance number that Jk had chosen it with Jimin in mind, but think about it from this angle, 'target' audience has to be in the audience. Whoever he's thinking of, if he's thinking of someone at all, they've got to be watching from the seats.

Anyways, later on during the rehearsal, members all got to take turns watching each other perform.

And notably, Jin's comment asking "Was this originally supposed to be such a powerful performance" really revealed which member he was focused on during the show.

Additionally, the only time Jk showed a hint of modesty was when he was air thrusting and couldn't help breaking into a smile in the middle of the performance.

Kookie, you clearly thought of something while doing that motion.

Hip thrusting wasn't merely a dance move to him. And it's not a reach because he's precisely shown how aware he was of this aspect of life from [see above]

Osaka

After their festa, the celebration tapered off and there weren't any more direct mentions of how adult Jk was.

But of course, soon the banger Blood, Sweat and Tears dropped, boosted our numbers and drove everyone feral.

The creative team had seized the opportunity to switch up BTS' image from innocent, angsty youth in HYYH to the sensual, matured one in Wings. The team was able to move onto new pastures since Jungkook turned legal. This sudden change in concept and leap in their growth was very obvious in real-time.

And if the story seems rather skewed because Jin wasn't an active participant... it's cause Jk was the only one constantly reminding everyone he's almost legal, half a year more to go, few more days, LEGAL WOOOOOO, so legal, legal af, going to burn this fact into your mind.

As a Jin stan, I have to say his side of the story is a little bit more flat. There wasn't much progression in how he viewed Jk because as it appeared, Jk was already a manly man in his eyes since early 2014. Not in the adult sense, just personality-wise. Like mentioned before in some other post, Jin's a lot more consistent in the way he shows affection for Jk. If he was teasing and doting before 2016, he still was after.

For clues on how Jin's perception of Jk shifted, it may be better to look at how differently he began treating other members compared to Jk, pre and post-2016. Yes, our don't-touch-me Jinnie is only a saint that appeared after 2016.

And on a final note, I know I went on several mini rampages there on the isolated events so the saga may only seem remotely related based on Jk's coming of age....but you'll notice, it's the little things, their reactions, the slow progression and the hint of awareness... everything just tells us there's more happening beneath it all.

#jinkook #kookjin #what's shipping without a side of confidence and scooch of delusion #jinkook traces #coming of age drama #this post is really not very adult for saying 'adult' so much #the longer a post the more rambling goes in

[1ove-jin]

The Cat Before Platform 6 (revised ver)

I finally fixed it!!

Jinkook (chapter 1) /  Onesided Jinmin (chapter 2)

This is chapter 1: The Cat Before Platform 6 (Chapter 2 coming soon!)

WARNING: VIOLENCE, GRAPHIC DEATHS, SUICIDES, CURSING

Read it here on AO3

Italics is flashbacks

Time Travler and Gods AU

Jungkook was willing to give anything to bring Seokjin back. The cat before platform 6 blinks at him with all the temptation of the world in it’s blue eye and all the false mercy of a god in it’s yellow eye. Seokjin, on the other hand, comes back to a scene he much rather would have avoided; and Jimin? Jimin just wanted to get rid of the guilt at having killed too many on accident. In the end though, the catch is that nobody remembers anything. Not Jungkook who gave his all, nor Seokjin who came back from the dead, nor that good for nothing cat who dealt out propositions like it was the devil. In the end, it was only Jimin. The great and lonely god, who remembers anything at all.

If anything was a bad omen that morning, it was the rain. However, Jungkook hadn’t really thought of it as a bad omen then because Seokjin loved the rain, and if Seokjin loved it that meant Jungkook did as well. That morning they had woken up and stretched with smiles curling the tips of their lips. It was a good morning. A typically sticky, almost-spring morning with rain tapping jovially on their windowsills. As a bonus, they were both off from Uni for the spring/Easter break. That meant they were Busan bound in roughly around 3 hours, right after Seokjin’s promised “breakFEAST” that would eminence at approximately 12:30 am. Technically, Jungkook wants to correct his boyfriend and tell him that would be considered - literally- a midnight snack, but Seokjin was too excited at the adventurous prospect of having scrambled eggs and hash browns (in other words: the breakfast foods) at ungodly hours of the night, so Jungkook keeps quite and agrees to deliciously partake in the eating of a breakfeast.

“I’m super excited!” Seokjin whispered, flapping his invisible bird wings and wiggling his crooked fingers. Jungkook groaned and hit his forehead against Seokjin’s broad, warm, perfect chest.

“Just five more minutes, hyung. Then tell me about how excited you are.”

Of course, Jungkook feels like a little shit because Seokjin actually agrees, his voice holding a tinge of disappointment and rejection. It’s exactly 2 minutes and 39 seconds before Jungkook can’t stand the sound of his conscious chipping away, so he sits up, rubs his eyes, scratches the back of his neck, and proceeds to look squarely at his boyfriend, wide awake. “Okay. What’s the course of action for today?”

Seokjin promptly jumps up and gives Jungkook a loud, smacking, lovely morning peck. “You could have slept for a little longer you know.”

Jungkook smiles, “I know hyung, but I didn’t want to. Are you going to make breakfast while I pack now?”

Seokjin nodded before crinkling his features into a handsome, yet disapproving, scrunch. “I told you to pack the night before, did you not listen?” The nagging should have been annoying, really. In fact, Jungkook never let anybody nag at him because he was literally the "Golden Student" who never got anything wrong. The star athlete and a top honor roll student, not even teachers touched him, but Seokjin's nagging was different. Jungkook salutes his boyfriend and immediately scrambles off the bed in order to get the dufflebags. Jungkook was only vulnerable to the greatest man in the world; his man. Only Kim Seokjin had the power to wrap Jungkook around his fingers, and surprisingly Jungkook went with him. Because he loved Seokjin more than anyone and anything else in the world. Kim Seokjin was always his one and only, his exception to every rule. Sometimes, at 12 am when Seokjin was nagging him in a raspy voice and messy brown hair; Jungkook remembers that love more clearly than ever. While Seokjin watches with his arms crossed in a feigned anger, Jungkook throws things and cloths in haphazardly while still prancing around in his underwear.

"DONE!" Jungkook huffs, checking the time and whistling at his record-breaking 12 minutes. He lunges for the bed when Seokjin's arms extend to push Jungkook right back up to his standing position. "Awww hyung!"

Seokjin forces his lips to stop moving up into a smile. This was very serious business. "Did you pack our travel toothbrushes?"

"Of course I..." Oh. Jungkook hadn't stepped foot into the conjoined bathroom of course he couldn't have. He sheepishly shakes his head, wondering if he could get over this one relatively easily with a few winks and a cute little smile. Upon trying he realizes Seokjin is in a good mood, so the older lets him off and says he'll take care of it himself. Ecstatic about their trip to Busan in the early breaking lights of dawn, Seokjin had simply quickly decided that Jungkook aegyo sufficed, and instead got up to go to the bathroom. Jungkook throws his fists up into the air in childish victory and grabs the covers; the warm dream world was awaiting him while Seokjin cooked.

“Let’s wear the matching couple coats your mother got us,” Seokjin grins. They had finished the amazing breakfast quickly (Seokjin finished thanks to his excitement to get going and Jungkook finished to match his boyfriend's pace). Seokjin pulls out the green coat and hands Jungkook his burgundy one. Jungkook rolls his eyes, “Stuck up. This is why my mom likes you so much.” It wasn’t exactly Jungkook’s style. He preferred bomber jackets, in casual black if possible. Seokjin was usually the one who flaunted flamboyant pink coats and cute sweaters. Maybe that was why his mother had bought such bright and obnoxiously colored stuff, to please his boyfriend. Jungkook liked to go plain, faded jeans and white Tees were his thing; maybe with a beanie or something if he was really trying to impress. When looking at their wardrobe and closet, it was immediately possible to discern which side belonged to who, and it seemed that his own mother approved of Seokjin’s fashion sense much more than his own.

Seokjin puts on his green coat over the red and black striped shirt he picked out and beams proudly at Jungkook. Somehow his boyfriend makes it all work out and looks like a supermodel ripped right out of the fashion magazines. Jungkook hadn’t known those three colors could even coexsist on a singular outfit until Seokjin wore it, and killed it. “I swear, I don’t wear couple things with you because you look infinitely better in them than I do,” Jungkook complains. He pulled on the dark red, wine colored coat and frowns. It seemed to clash with his brown hair, but Seokjin squeals and calls him every adjective in the book, starting from cute and ending with handsome. “Trust me. For me, you look the best,” Seokjin reassures. Jungkook turns one more time to stare at the mirror and slowly does a once over; maybe the coat wasn’t so bad on him after all. If Seokjin said he looked good, it must have been true.

It’s that awkward time where Jungkook can’t say it’s 3am but he can’t exactly say it’s 4am either, so when Seokjin asks Jungkook has to actually take the effort to read the whole clock. He knew he should have gotten a digital one. "It's 3: 37." Their train was scheduled for 3:45, which in itself was weird, but the rain had scared off possible co-passengers and the platform up ahead looked empty. Since they were taking a train and they were planning to say for a week or two down at Jungkook’s place, Seokjin decided they shouldn’t take the car and park it somewhere public for a extended time. That left one option. To walk.

“We can take the normal way,” Jungkook had reasoned while looking at his watch, “Or. We can take the shortcut through the actual track road and get there on time to actually catch the train.”

Seokjin, the sensible and proper one in their relationship, usually wouldn’t have agreed with Jungkook’s crazy detour. Jungkook had given him the look that reminds Seokjin that if he hadn’t insisted on packing fifty million snacks for the road they could have already walked to the proper platform and back.

“Alright,” Seokjin gave in, not too happy with his folded integrity, “let’s take the shortcut.”

That's how they ended up walking on the rocks that were complied evenly all over. It was quite a messy situation. Seokjin had two left feet, which Jungkook always made fun of him for but loved anyway because he could actually do something to take care of his hyung. The point was though, that Seokjin could trip on flat land with his laces tied neatly.

Luckily for Seokjin though, even the rocks couldn’t trip him up this time despite their slippery wet unevenness. Jungkook practically had a death grip on him that helped his feet stay grounded and propel him forward in a decent walk. “Rocky wet ground is a bad idea,” Seokjin notes to himself and Jungkook snorts. “It’s okay, I got you right?”

Seokjin turns to face his dear athletic and way-too-strong-to-handle boyfriend to give a sarcastic smile when something white catches his eye. Seokjin wonders if a patch of snow hadn’t melted off the tracks yet, but that couldn’t be possible. The weather the past week had been uncannily warm, even borderline hot, and the sweet rain currently permeating his cloths was proof of spring's awakening. All traces of winter should have been annihilated long ago by the fresh new season. In the distance he hears their line and Jungkook vaguely says something about running to catch that train when Seokjin finally deduced what exactly the curled white dot is.

“Jungkook!” Seokjin yanks his arm back and starts running for the creature.

“SEOKJIN!” Jungkook hollars in sheer horror, wondering what had gotten into his rational boyfriend. It was craziness. Seokjin was running towards the train and not away, to platform 6 where they were supposed to climb up and board. It was the wrong direction, and panic grips Jungkook until it seems into every pore in his body and shakes him until he vibrates with fear.

“The cat, Jungkook!” Seokjin yells and Jungkook finally zeros in on the stark white thing in the middle of the track. Seokjin’s kind instincts would of course focus on saving the poor animal, and Jungkook’s instincts would of course focus on saving Seokjin. Using his well toned legs he starts for the creature. Jungkook curses under his breath and prays that he will make it to the target before his boyfriend does. Bounding through the middle lane, hair whipping wildly in the wind and teeth clenched in determination, Jungkook easily surpasses Seokjin and stretches for the creature that strangely, calmly looks at him, as if he were beckoning Jungkook forward and simply waiting to be rescued. Jungkook lets out a small gasp and his eyes widen when the cat's lips curve up in such a distinct humanly familiar way, he almost suspects his eyes and wonders if the creature is truly there. Jungkook feels like if he simply opens his mouth and speaks to the cat, it will miraculously understand and evade the oncoming danger on it’s own with it's own intelligent mind. He scoops the cat up into his arms and practically feels the kinetic motion of the train incoming on his left side.

“Shit!!” Jungkook curses, his shoe jammed between the wooden track and some rocks, refuses to budge. He could bend down and rip the sneaker off, but that would take too much time. Jungkook doesn’t know when Seokjin had caught up with him, but his boyfriend is right behind him, yelling his name. He says something, maybe it was “move” or maybe it was “watch out” Jungkook couldn’t hear properly with the sound of the train furiously charging towards him and the rushing of his blood that swirled towards his head as if anticipating death and wanting to cushion his mind. There’s impact, but it’s soft. Way softer than what he imagined and way softer than what it should have been.

Jungkook watches the rocks come up towards his face and feels Seokjin get hit before he can actually hear the strangled scream. He feels it in his gut, a terrible wrench and squeeze and stab. The train apathetically rolls by, its malicious purpose fulfilled. Jungkook drops the cat and hollers in furious agony for the train to get out of his fucking sight. Something was wrong. Terribly out of order. Failed. Fate had failed; it had let him down, so much so that Jungkook suspected he was actually in a living hell. He was supposed to get hit. It was supposed to be a tremendous smash of the train against his ribcage and not some soft shove on his back and a face full of pebbles. He wishes the blood curling scream had come from his own throat; it would hurt less if that were the case. Jungkook feels like his heart fell and became smothered in the grave of stones. He feels like he'll never have it beat again. The train antagonizes him and laughs it’s loud rumbling laugh, “chicka chick chika chick,” as it moves by slowly and carefree. Jungkook starts running, toward the last car when he sees it approach and the sleepy faces are pressed against the window, not even taking notice of his frantic colorful curses. They move by in dauntless, uncaring, tranquility.

“SEOKJIN!” the sight of Seokjin’s green jacket on the floor in a heap hurls a deep panic into Jungkook’s throat and he chokes back a sob as his knees smash the ground by Seokjin’s unmoving body. It couldn't be too late, could it?

“Seokjin?”

…

“Hyung?”

Yes. Seokjin had always liked that nickname the best, maybe he will respond now?

“HYUNG? HYUNG! HYUNG!”

Silence.

It was heavy and too complete and entirely too cruel. “Wake up! Umma said she made a cake just for you. She put strawberries on it, the ones she grew herself! Come on. Hyung don’t do this. Open your eyes we have to go to Busan. Come on!” Jungkook begs and pleads and forces the tears down. He would not cry. He could not cry. He shouldn’t cry! Why should he? There was absolutely no reason to cry. Everything was fine, Seokjin was just a little shocked, that was all. He was resting his very startled brain and soon those beautiful brown orbs that crinkled when he smiled and shone when he told an old “ajae” gag and winked at Jungkook when he was attempting to flirt were going to open up. Seokjin was going to say he was sore from landing wrong and ask Jungkook why he didn’t wake him sooner and they were going to be a little late, but they were going to go to Busan and Jungkook was finally, finally , going to ask his parents if he could get permission to propose to and marry Seokjin.

Jungkook was never religious, but he prays. To a god whom he wasn’t acquainted with, to the cosmos, the stars, hell even to the sun if that would just work. He prays for them to help wake Seokjin up faster. Anything if they or it or she or he could help Seokjin.

“Come on hyung. You don’t like sleeping this much, come on.” Jungkook’s arms wrap around Seokjin’s shoulders and his legs come under to help Seokjin’s torso lay down comfortably without getting shards of hard earth stuck on his back. “Hyung? Kim Seokjin, open your eyes.” The body was already cold against Jungkook’s fingertips and rain was mixing with Seokjin’s blood, but Jungkook doesn’t move. He’s appalled. His anger is misplaced, but he wants to kill that goddamn cat, and the conductor, and the uncaring, unmoved people on the train who passed by without even an exclamation or a sign of that wretched emotion, pity. The indifference of the train baffles and shocks Jungkook until he wants to destroy it. He feels like he can pick up the metal monster and rip it to pieces, shred by shred. Everything, the stupid white fluff ball and the good for nothing people and even that inanimate train was too alive. Breathing, blinking, moving along. Everything was too alive while Kim Seokjin was too dead and that made Jungkook livid with injustice. Because if anything on the planet deserved to be breathing and blinking and moving and living: it was Seokjin.

“I’ll kill them all,” Jungkook finally sobs, after half an hour of just sitting with Seokjin’s body. He wanted to desecrate the world and watch it burn because how dare it continue to move and function while the angel in his arms was gone. The audacity of the place to keep turning normally as if nothing happened infuriates Jungkook. “I’ll… I’ll really… seriously,” Jungkook has trouble breathing through his shrill sobs and the rain, as if it were the only thing sympathizing and mourning with him, pounds down on him harder until his eye sight is skewed and the lines that define him start blurring.

“Instead of killing everything, why not save everything?” The voice purrs, quite literally, besides Jungkook. Growling harshly Jungkook whips his head around looking for the invader who dared to interrupt his moment with Seokjin.

“Show yourself!” Jungkook howls, clutching Seokjin tighter and afraid that the stranger would take him away for good. If it was the grim reaper Jungkook was going to fight him. He was going to battle him until death, ironically, because he couldn't possibly let Seokjin go. Seokjin would be scared of the stranger, scared of the new cold and dark and strange place. Jungkook couldn't let Seokjin go through that, death or not.

“I already have, are you ignoring me because I’m a cat?”

Jungkook glares at the cat and it takes a moment for his brain to fully register the fact that yes, indeed, the cat’s lips moved in an abnormal pattern that was never observed in cats before, at least not by humankind. Dumbfounded, he wonders if he’s really lost it after Seokjin’s death, and he doesn’t doubt that he’s actually gone insane. Losing Seokjin could do that to him. It starts with one or two soft giggles, but soon Jungkook is laughing. Cackling into the sky, his mouth collecting liters of rainwater. "Fuck. Fuck. I'm crazy. FUCK!"

“No. You’re not crazy, I’m just special.”

The fact that this cat was special and hyper intelligent fuels Jungkook’s hatred for it. If Jungkook ever had a reason to drop Seokjin, it would be to kill the damned cat. The cat could have moved. It could have understood his yelling. But Jungkook was not going to let go of Seokjin, for any reason, so he opts to cursing the cat until it was silly embarrassed at his profanity. “You fucking lil ass, I'll rip your fu--”

“Woah woah! Didn’t you pray for a chance? I’m giving you one. He didn’t deserve this fate…after all.”

Jungkook agrees and defensively growls at the cat. Of course Seokjin didn’t deserve it. Seokjin was the kindest, most benevolent person Jungkook knew. If anything, everybody should have been more like him. The world would have been a better. There should have been more of Seokjin. Seokjin deserved to be blessed with a long and healthy life, helping others. He was even studying to be a doctor so he could save lives. That type of person, no matter what anybody said to Jungkook, deserved to live in his eyes.

“What would you do then, to give him another chance?” The cat asks boldly, like it was authorized to a payment for the damages it caused. Jungkook wants to point out the disgusting haughtiness and the unjust entitlement complex but stops himself. If the cat could talk, it must have been able to do something. It must have some power (or it must have borrowed the power of someone greater, Jungkook didn't really care where the power was coming from). In the end, it didn’t matter if it was dark magic or the devil in disguise, when Jungkook had prayed to “anything” for help, he hadn’t excluded even Satan himself as an option. Because if it was for Seokjin. If it was for Kim Seokjin, “I can do anything. Anything.” The answer came without hesitation, without a thought, without pause.

The cat pounces on the offer. “Anything? Really? Then how about…”

The first day they met it’s because of Jungkook’s annoying best friend, Kim Taehyung, who also happened to be Seokjin’s cousin and who ALSO happened to need a quote "muscle pig" to help his relative move into an apartment in Seoul, had dragged Jungkook along for the job. AKA the volunteer work, since he wasn't really getting paid with anything more than a bowl of black bean noodles. Seokjin was moving up from Gwacheon that day and in Taehyung’s eyes Jungkook was perfect free labor. Still, he blames his damned loyalty because he came along knowing the conditions. He just hopes that Taehyung's cousin was much quieter and less of a headache than his best friend.

Jungkook had heard about Seokjin and how amazingly kind, beautiful, and funny he was, but considering the source was a drunk Taehyung who cried over missing his cousin’s cooking and “mother like hugs” while trying to call everyone and brag about Seokjin at 12 am, Jungkook didn’t know if the information was accurate. For all Jungkook knew, this Seokjin person could be mean, ugly, and a total bore. Taehyung had a habit of adding too much fat to his stories. He called it improvision, Jungkook called it somewhere between a lie and a scam.

Jungkook takes the first few boxes from the man in the moving truck and heads towards the elevators when a stranger to his side wordlessly takes off the top box. Jungkook was actually grateful because although he didn’t exactly want to admit it, the moving man had overestimated his physique. “Thank you,” Jungkook turns and stops short at the tall man who’s beaming at him with all his black haired, two earrings, broad shouldered glory.

“No problem, this is all my stuff anyway,” Seokjin grins and watches the floors on the elevator changing as it came down to retrieve them. “You must be Jeon Jungkook, right? Taehyung's friend?”

“Yes! That's me... Jungkook. Jeon. I mean. Jeon Jungkook.” Jungkook blurts out his greeting a little too loudly and a little too fast for it to be considered nonchalant. Flushing slightly, Jungkook lowers his voice and nods again, “right. You must be Kim Seokjin?”

Seokjin winks, the first ever wink Jungkook got from him and the one that was forever stuck somewhere in his heart and tucked neatly away in the ‘most beautiful things i’ve witnessed in my life’ box. Surly nothing was going to dislodge that beautiful small blink from Jungkook's heart that was already sold at first sight.“That’s me! Nice to meet you Jungkook!”

Jungkook wishes badly that he could stick out his arm and offer a handshake, but all he can give is a nod. “Nice to finally meet you too. I heard a lot about you.”

“Oh?” Seokjin’s eyes sparkle with a childlike and playful curiosity. “What did Taehyung say about me? I hope it’s nothing weird.”

Jungkook shakes his head fervently, “oh no no! He said you were kind, beautiful, and funny actually!”

Seokjin laughs at his cousin’s never changing repertoire. “So? Is it true?”

“Huh?”

“Am I kind, beautiful, and funny?”

Jungkook looks at Seokjin flustered, but he was never a good liar. Although he could control himself when thinking rationally, it seemed like Seokjin had somehow cut that filter and short-circuited Jungkook’s tongue with his heart. “Kind, definitely. Beautiful, for sure. I’m not sure about funny. We just met.”

Seokjin hums in approval and looks intently at Jungkook, “I’ll have you know… I’m hilarious.”

“I’ll give you this one,” Jungkook answers and the Cat, named Jae, grins in hungry anticipation, waiting to devour the memory. Jungkook, with some lessons and a little time to practice, condenses the memory into a tiny yellow ball and places it in front of Jae who savagely rips it apart with its fangs and swallows it in large greedy gulps. Licking it's lips and letting out a satisfied sigh, Jae nods with approval and somehow (although it was much smaller than him) lids his eyes and looks down on Jungkook; like it was the victor.

Jungkook was too preoccupied with the strange sensation in his buzzing head to notice. It was strange. Something Jungkook felt like he would always remember forever, was suddenly no longer in his brain. For a few minutes it was confusing and every time he tried to recall how he and Seokjin had met something would tickle his mind then float right out of his grasp. Even if he told himself he gave the memory away so he should technically have a copy, it was like the slate was completely wiped clean by an invisible hand, never to be reclaimed. It baffled him and threw him off, but he was powerless to bring the memory back.

“Thank you for the offering. Now. I’ll let you restart the day. Think about it carefully. Okay?”

Jungkook wakes in cold sweat and the only reason he knows the whole ordeal wasn’t a dream was because the pain in his heart was too real and the scratch he gave himself on his wrist while he was saving the cat still leaked with blood and he really couldn't remember the day he met the love of his life, sleeping so soundly next to him. Next to him? Jungkook turns suddenly and sure enough, Seokjin was sprawled out on their bed in his pajamas. "Oh my god..." Jungkook whispers, a sickening feeling of joy and confusion mingling and twisting his organs makes him want to throw up. It was like he drank too much and didn't eat enough, but he was still unbelievably happy that the cat did one thing right. Seokjin was alive. Seokjin groans and mutters that he’s tired, but he supposed he must get up. A long, high pitched beep is still ringing in Jungkook’s ears, but it starts to fade with Seokjin's voice. Yes. Seokjin's voice. The remedy and panacea to all of Jungkook's worries that melted away and dissipated, floating off like dust falling through beams of sunlight.

Seokjin’s only thought at the moment was much different than an anxious Jungkook. Seokjin was only shocked and musing that it was truly a phenomenon because Jungkook was sitting upright in bed before him, he theorizes the reason behind Jungkook’s early activity. “That excited to go to Busan, huh?”

“NO!” Jungkook hollers and Seokjin jumps, startled. “We can’t go to Busan today!”

Seokjin gives Jungkook a strange look and cautiously asks why. “Umma called last night and said her cousin’s friend’s sister died. She needs to open shop for her cousin.”

Seokjin frowns a bit in defeat and Jungkook slumps in relief. Perking up Seokjin springs out of bed, “Then let’s go help her!”

“NO!” Jungkook angrily shouts and Seokjin slows his motions, cautious of the suddenly frantic and loud Jungkook. “Is something the matter? Why are you like this today?” The fear and confusion and pure utter heartbreak in Seokjin’s voice melts Jungkook’s resolve. He thinks about going to the main road towards the train station but the faces of people rushing past without a care as Seokjin lay dead comes back too fresh and too vivid for Jungkook to stomach.

“Okay. I'm sorry. let’s go. Let's go to Busan. But let’s drive there, hum? No trains. I… I have a terrible fear of trains," Jungkook looks down at his hands, ashamed at his poor excuse. He didn't know what else to say though, he couldn't think of another lie, and he surly couldn't tell the truth.

Seokjin raises an eyebrow because every time they had to visit their parents in the country, the two of them had taken trains. Jungkook in particular liked the fast and comfortable travel. “All of a sudden?” Seokjin inquires, genuinely confused but also concerned at Jungkook’s distress. Anybody could see Jungkook was having a hard time coping with something and fidgeting in nervousness. Seokjin doesn't understand because just the other day, Jungkook had been so excited to go because apparently he had to ask his parents something very important. Today though, he looked like a different person completely. Haggard, shook to the core, and desperate, but for what, Seokjin did not know. He wonders if maybe his boyfriend had a nightmare. "Since when where you afraid of trains, Jungkook?"

‘Since the day you died,’ Jungkook thinks silently, watching Seokjin’s face crinkle with concern and his eyebrows scrunch with curiosity. “Just… I saw the movie Train to Busan a few days ago.”

Seokjin thinks about the hit zombie movie and relaxes instantaneously. It seemed the ordeal was nothing big and maybe Jungkook had a nightmare about that silly virus. Still, if Jungkook felt squeamish, Seokjin didn’t want to force him into riding the train for hours. “Okay, let’s drive there.”

Seokjin offers to drive, but Jungkook just feels too nervous to accept that offer. He takes the wheel and bypasses all the rest stops, much to Seokjin's pouting.

"You really want to get there quickly, don't you?"

Jungkook nods without really thinking. Whatever Seokjin wanted to think, Jungkook would let him. In actuality, Jungkook wanted to get off the road or any sort of transportation quickly. It made him nervous. Jungkook keeps checking the time and each minute that gets closer and closer to 3: 45 am, Jungkook grips the wheel a little tighter until Seokjin points out that his knuckles are white with strain.

"Are you sleepy? I can drive."

Jungkook smiles, thinly, and pats Seokjin's thigh, "It's okay. I'm good. Get some rest."

Seokjin takes Jungkook's hand, but Jungkook pulls away. Two hands on the wheel. It was safer, was what his parents always told him, and he wasn't taking risks today. Especially not in the rain, which he had welcomed before, but was now his enemy. Seokjin cocks his head in perplexity because Jungkook had gotten out of the habit of using two hands long ago, especially during long trips because it tired his arms out. Placing his long legs on the dashboard Seokjin grins, "I'm not going to sleep. I need to keep you awake!! Listen to me sing!" He leans over to press the radio and Jungkook smirks. In a different path of fate or no, this was definitely the person he loved.

"That's probably a good idea. Stay awake with me then."

Seokjin nods and belts out to classics on their CDs, because none of the radios were playing lively music which Seokjin, for some reason, thought was very appropriate at 3:45 in the morning. 3:45. Jungkook holds his breath, not daring to set fate off on it's nasty course by letting out air. The digital clock on their car changes to read 3:46, and Jungkook almost cries in relief. It was over. He turns a soft curb and finally lets out the breath filling his lungs heavily, if all those movies he watched were right than after the designated time passes it didn't matter what---

Seokjin freaks out and yells, but the truck was unavoidable. It hits them and sends their small Honda Civic flying backwards. It rolls madly like a slinky down the stairs, hit, hit, hit, flip, flip, flip. Jungkook turns his head and opens his mouth to say something, anything, but nothing comes out. Instead his tongue is smacked with the flavor of coppery blood and sweet rain; intermingling and mixing into the taste of death. Seokjin's death. The one thing he wanted to avoid.

That time around, it was the second attempt. Jungkook had forgotten something crucial. Something so important that he wants to choke himself for forgetting. He should have listened to Seokjin and reset it, then maybe he wouldn't have let down his guard. If only he had remembered that the car's clock was off. He looks at his watch, the digital one that he remembered to put on this morning for a more accurate read. The protection screen had shattered off and the neon blue numbers blink, broken and forever frozen in time. 3:45. "I... I'm so stupid."

Jungkook's laying in his car, that somehow landed right-side-up, and he's begging, wailing, for someone to call for help because his phone, god knows where that was, probably wouldn't even function. The road they're on doesn't get cars until approximately 15 minutes later and Jungkook knows, even if they came right away, the medics couldn't have done anything. Jungkook only manages to get a slight scratch on his neck from the seat belt. Seokjin is immediately pronounced dead and his body is hard to even lay on the stretcher because it simply is not straight. It's curved and turned and bent at strange angles and as beautiful as Seokjin is, was, always will be; Jungkook can't bear to watch. Seokjin’s head had snapped back so fast with a sickening crunch that he died on the spot. Jungkook knows he’ll never be able to drive a car ever again. All he can see is Seokjin’s neck in a strange angle, completely twisted away from his spine. Seokjin’s eyes still open in terror, mouth frozen in a scream that never got to see the world, and the goddamn drunk driver in his truck? Sprawled out and snoring, unfortunately alive.

Jungkook can see Jae approaching and it's not anger, it's desperation that hits him first. Extending his bloodied hand, Jungkook's thick voice barely chokes out the words he wanted to say, "Help... Help me."

Jae flicks it's tail excitedly, body shaking with anticipation and fur surprisingly dry and glowing in the harsh rain. "That will cost one memory. Which one will you give me?"

Their first date, if it counted, was at a cafe for some coffee and because Jungkook needed help for his biology project. Seokjin claimed he wasn’t all that helpful but ended up doing half the presentation preparations in a flash while Jungkook, in that same amount of time, was able to deduce that mitosis was a thing and it worked… for reasons… and babies were made. Although Seokjin laughed and helped explain why that wasn’t directly, exactly, the correct way to put it, Jungkook wasn’t listening, or even trying to listen.

Seokjin’s laugh was a wonderful thing. It was like chimes in the wind or birds in the morning; and Jungkook didn't even like birds. Or the morning. But that was what Seokjin's laugh sounded like so Jungkook supposes he can learn to like them. The chuckle was Sweet. Melodic. Carefree and airy. A little breathless, a little squeaky, but it was very perfect. Something he wanted to keep listening to and something Jungkook wanted to intentionally cause, even if it was at the expense of his own image.

“So cranes don’t bring the babies in a bundle huh?” Jungkook asks, knowing full well that it was a ridiculous old fable. Yet, Seokjin laughs, and it was all okay.

“You’re the funny one,” Seokjin nods, acknowledging Jungkook’s skill and Jungkook feels this strange sense of pride for a thing that was very mundane and not that big of an accomplishment. If you asked him thought, it felt like he won the world. And maybe he had, because it was his cute little efforts that moved Seokjin’s heart eventually. That first date in the small cafe, with their warm caramel macchiatos and blueberry muffins and messy bio notes, was the start of Jungkook’s mission to make Seokjin happy and the start of Seokjin’s mission to make Jungkook his.

“Take it!” Jungkook shoves the yellow ball at Jae who gladly takes it like it’s owed to him. “Good luck this time!!!”

Attempt 3:

Jungkook deduces that they only have to stay home until 3:45 and although Seokjin will be annoyed at him for missing the train, it would be worth. Jungkook scarfs down the food Seokjin makes at double the pace, purposefully ignoring Seokjin's warning to slow down and chew.

"I told you that you were going to get sick!" Seokjin stands outside of the bathroom door, his hand clenching the doorknob and another holding an extra roll of toilet paper. "Do you want me to go out and buy--"

"No!" Jungkook cries desperately. That would ruin the plan of keeping Seokjin at home, where everything was safe. "Those don't really work, you know that." Jungkook pretends, and acts, with all his might that his stomach is in pain. In truth, his good-for-nothing healthy metabolism was a little too fine for his taste and a little too great to be convincing. He just hoped he sounded like he was in pain. Although Seokjin had been in theater during high school, it seemed he couldn't pick up the fake moans of pain in Jungkook's breath, so that was a relief.

As soon as Jungkook's watch hits 3:45, Jungkook walks out of the bathroom, hunched up like he'll double over any second. "Ugh. Sorry we missed the train hyung. Look like we'll have to take the next one tomorrow."

Seokjin sighs softly and gently leads Jungkook to the bed, "Don't worry about it Jungkook. I'm just glad you're okay, okay?"

The next day, it was still raining. Jungkook happily takes Seokjin to the train station and they make it to Busan where his mother is all open arms and nice strawberry cakes. After dinner, Jungkook wants to try and tell his parents his plan to marry Seokjin, but Seokjin is stuck to him, and although it sounds terrible out of context, Jungkook asks his mother to get rid of Seokjin for a few minutes.

"Seokjin-ah? Could you please go and buy some soap for the dishes from the convenient store?"

Although it was raining harshly and freezing in the returning-winter-flower-cold, Seokjin agrees, happy he can help. Because he can't find his jacket, which was dragged away by Jungkook's dog and hidden somewhere, probably behind the sofas or under a staircase, Seokjin say's he'll be quick and runs out in his shirt. As soon as he does step out, Jungkook's mother turns to him excited barely able to wait. She of course, only expects good news.

"What is it? What's so important that you had to make me kick out my future son-in-law?"

Jungkook almost lets himself grin at the nickname his mother has always used since day one, and turns to his father. His father, a man of few words, but with the largest heart in the whole of Busan, motions for Jungkook to go on. He might not have shown it as openly as his wife, but Jungkook's father was quite curious also. Jungkook perpares the most serious face he could muster, thick eyebrows pointed down and jaws clenched.

"I don't want you to call Seokjin 'future son-in-law' anymore," Jungkook deadpans, the smile being suppressed into a thin line and his eyes hardening. "I'm sick of it. He's not 'future son-in-law.'" His mother raises in protest, tears in her eyes. She's ready to hit her son's chest and yell at him and demand 'how can you do this? how can you do this to Seokjin?' when Jungkook's father holds her back. Although he can't understand his son's sudden deceleration he calmly asks for an explanation.

"I want you to officially call him 'son-in-law.'" Jungkook breaks out into laughter that he could no longer contain and Jungkook's mother cries hot tears of joy while yelling in angry protest.

"You little shit!!!!! I thought you were crazy!!!!!"

Jungkook jumps up and down while laughing, "That's a yes?! We can get married?!!"

"Of course you shit!!!" Jungkook's mother snaps, beyond angry at getting tricked, "I almost had a heart-attack because of this! You better marry him now!"

Seokjin walks in on the commotion soaking wet and understandably confused. "Ahhh!! My Seokjin-ah! My son! Come save me! My son tried to kill his poor mother!" Jungkook's mother wails while hugging her blinking future son-in-law. "Of course mother. Jungkook! What did you do?"

Jungkook simply shrugs. It was a surprise. "You'll find out."

Seokjin never finds out. 3 weeks later Seokjin's cold eventually leads to pneumonia that eventually kills him. It's such a shock because it wasn't the day that he was supposed to die. It wasn't at 3:45. And who the hell heard of a 24 year old dying of pneumonia when the cheery blossoms were budding outside? All in all, it wasn't supposed to happen. When Jungkook's mom finds out about Seokjin's sick condition she sends soups and meals, and eventually comes up herself from Busan. Jungkook forbids her from meeting him and lies that it's Cancer, some exotic form. It was Seokjin's request. If he got better they could say it was a miracle, if he died, Jungkook's mother wouldn't blame it on herself for sending him out to get soap. Seokjin didn't even know that it was really Jungkook who asked for her to send him out, but he complies with Seokjin's wishes anyway. That was Seokjin, even on his deathbed, he cared more for others.

When Seokjin dies suddenly, the doctors are baffled and speechless. They have nothing to say to Jungkook, and of course they don't. He poured every ounce of money he had in his measly student bank account in hopes of Seokjin getting better and he died because of something ridiculous. Unheard of. So quickly too. His lungs were healthy, Jungkook protests. He grabs the head doctor by his collars and shakes him while yelling that Seokjin had no problem belting out high notes in his favorite songs. Seokjin's lungs were healthy, he was healthy, he worked out all the time and ate home cooked meals and he always drank tea in the morning, not coffee like Jungkook himself. Kim Seokjin was healthy. So why was he dead?

Jae is nowhere to be found. Jungkook's mother cries while hugging onto Seokjin's mother who cries even harder, with an intensity so great her husband has to support her the whole funeral. Jungkook sits in front of the coffin and stares at the beautiful picture, a school picture (because a 24 year old just doesn't have a formal picture for a funeral, they just didn't.) It's his 6th bottle of soju and he can barely feel his legs. The rooms are dark, the people have trickled to only close family and immediate relatives.

"I'm a little late? Huh?" Jae's voice causes Jungkook to turn in anger. "late?" He spits, "Late?"

"Aren't you going to ask me to give him another chance?"

Jungkook fills up another cup of soju and tilts his head back, letting the bitter clear liquid painfully scald his throat as it went down. "Why did he survive that day, just to die later? He survived after 3:45... It doesn't make sense."

Jae sits down next to Jungkook and sighs, pity dripping from its mismatched eyes, gleaming with something that Jungkook mistakes as tears. "That's the thing kid. Death has no rules, no logic. It follows no schedule and has no limits. I'm sorry to say this, but he lived for three weeks from your starting point. I need 21 memories."

Jungkook looks at his alley and sighs. He was the only one who Jungkook could lean on. The only one who had enough power to help him, and even if he hated this feeling of losing to a cat, it was for Seokjin. He could do anything for Seokjin. "You're pretty cruel, Jae. Waiting until after the funeral. My parents, his parents, everybody he ever had a connection with had to know about his death and mourn."

Jae shrugged. It wasn't really his problem, in fact, he enjoyed watching this human process of accepting death. It was an intriguing sight indeed. "I'm sorry. I was busy," is all he says to his prey, who looks at him with an unmasked and unhappy trust. Jungkook knows he's being forced to trust and rely on Jae, but he honestly had no other option and nowhere else to turn. For some reason, this cat was helping him, so he had to obey and he had to comply and he had to lose.

Jungkook gives up 21 memories in order to go back to day 1.  He gives up important ones, small ones, medium ones and all the ones in between. He gave up good ones, bad ones, medium ones, and the ones in between.

The good ones consisted of....

1. A Sunday morning, their classes were canceled because the professor emailed everybody that he was too hungover and was simply not having it. "That's professor Yoongi for ya," Jungkook smiles, settling into Seokjin's side with his own bowl of cereal. Seokjin says that Jungkook's bowl looks tastier despite it being the same type of cereal, and in the end, somehow, the two end up spoon feeding each other out of their own bowls.

2. Jungkook was drunk out of his mind, but he really knew how to make it up to his boyfriend. By the time he gets home he has his arms filled with flowers and he's sobbing. Something about how he'll never drink again, also something about how the flowers reminded him of Seokjin so he had to get them. All of them. Seokjin asks if Jungkook really thought this would work.

3. It did work. The next day Jungkook wakes up confused at his greenhouse of a living room. Seokjin's wearing a flower-crown and holding on made of pink roses, beaming. "They were pretty, so I forgive you." Jungkook learned that flowers always work.

4. Making a cake to surprise Seokjin for his birthday would have gone much smoother if Taehyung hadn't eaten all the strawberries, if Taehyung hadn't licked the spoon and then mixed the icing with said spoon, and if Taehyung didn't crumble the cake while flipping it onto a plate. Jungkook is frustrated and bothered, Taehyung is apologetic with his boxy grin not being very convincing, and eventually Seokjin gets home to a mess. Making a cake to surprise Seokjin for his birthday would have gone much smoother if it wasn't Seokjin himself who made the cake. "I'm sorry," Jungkook shakes his head in shame. "For what?" Seokjin asks, lifting his chin, "It's the thought that counts." Jungkook learns that Seokjin gives more than he receives, always. Even on his birthday.

5. Grocery shopping at 5 am? You'd think Jungkook would complain, but when Seokjin lets him crawl into the cart and pick out some of his favorite snacks, Jungkook knows he's blessed with the best husband material boyfriend in the world. Why where they grocery shopping at 5 am with the cashiers and workers stocking food looking at them funny? Why not? Seokjin was stressed, he wanted midnight snacks and some beer, they didn't have Uni the next day. It all equated. Obviously, the only option was to grocery shop. At 5 am.

6. The first time Jungkook's parents meet Seokjin he expects some form of shock, but Jungkook's mother loves Seokjin as soon as he says his name and sends the whole family a flying kiss. Jungkook smiles because he understands. That flying kiss had gotten him too. It had gotten him good.

The bad ones were...

7. Not even cats and dogs fought this badly. With nobody to rip them apart, the apartment is in total pandemonium but they're still not done heaving and glaring at each other in disgust. "He touched you!" Jungkook yells. "You punched him!" Seokjin hollers back. Jungkook is mad jealous, crazy jealous, insanely jealous, and Seokjin doesn't comprehend. In fact, as if Jungkook didn't feel unfair and wronged enough because Seokjin wasn't understanding him, Seokjin storms out of the house with the car keys. "FINE!" Jungkook hollers at the closing door, "LEAVE!" But he regrets those words even as they're leaving his mouth.

8. Jungkook lives 2 weeks without Seokjin. Without a text. Or a call. They don't even meet at Uni. Every day in those two weeks are a pain. They're torturous. The same dull ache beats in the white cage of his, and it's all a jumbled blur of burden. Jungkook realizes he can't live without Seokjin. Not after he found Seokjin. Jungkook realizes he needs to find Seokjin, apologize and get him back. No matter what the cost was.

9. Jungkook finds Seokjin. Finds him kissing Jungkook's upperclassman in the music practice room. Seokjin's sitting down, guitar in his crossed legs, and Kim Namjoon is kissing him. Jungkook learns what betrayal is. He learns the feeling of heartbreak. No. Heart-take. Seokjin took his whole heart and wouldn't give it back. He burned it and dropped it and shattered it, but Jungkook could never have it back and he could never give it to anybody else. He knows. Jungkook knows nothing good will come from repeating his mistakes, but he pushes himself forward to punch Kim Namjoon in his face and fight him. It's childish and immature and a bad idea, but Jungkook doesn't care. Nothing matters. Seokjin wasn't his anymore, but he was still Seokjin's, so he tries to justify what he does next.

Medium memories... Jungkook guesses these are his medium ones,

10. Seokjin gets up and slaps Namjoon so hard Jungkook freezes in fear. "I thought I told you," Seokjin growls, "I have a boyfriend."

11. They make up over hamburgers. It was so Seokjin. Seokjin devours 3 burgers, a milkshake, fries, and asks Jungkook to buy him ice cream. Jungkook's wallet cries in starvation, but his face is a full bloomed smile. After the meals Seokjin sighs, "You were going to punch him again." Jungkook's heart clenches in fear. What if Seokjin hadn't forgiven him? And it was true, Seokjin had seen right through him. "I see now... that your worry isn't 100% misplaced. I'll be careful. But no punching." Jungkook nods, agreeing. Swearing. He crosses his right arm across his left chest and does solemnly swear that he won't ever punch someone in front of Seokjin. He'll do it in private. Although Seokjin knows, he smiles. "violence is never the answer, Kookie." Of course not. "But I do admit... there's some crazy adrenaline when you hit someone who offends you. Isn't there?"

12. Seokjin and Jungkook set the record and break Professor Min's, proudly. Professor Min just casually grunts at them, annoyed. "Damned kids. How did the two of them sleep for 39 hours straight? Is that even humane?" Anything could be done with the right willpower. Jungkook and Seokjin just happened to have that willpower.

13. Stealing kisses at a bookstore was Seokjin's romantic fantasy ever since he saw that one Japanese film that Jungkook had forgotten the title to. After he heard about that, Jungkook was crazy about bookstores. Taehyung wondered why in the world his best friend had to have a list of cute and quite bookstores all over the city of Seoul. "Shut up! Just help me make the damned list!"

14. Seokjin shows Taehyung the Japanese Film. Taehyung understands. Jungkook flushes guiltily. "Good luck!!!!" Taehyung hollers. Seokjin is confused.

15. Jungkook claims he needs a new textbook. They go off to every bookstore that conveniently look antique and just like it does not have said modern textbook. By the 9th stolen kiss, Seokjin finally gets over the flustered butterflies in his stomach and understands just exactly what his dear romantic boyfriend was doing, but he plays dumb. "Let's go to another bookstore," Seokjin whispers, "I don't think the textbook is here." Seokjin also didn't think it would be nice to keep kissing and not buying anything when the owner who clearly knew exactly what they were doing, was looking at them annoyed.

And the ones in between...

16. Seokjin dares Jungkook to only use 10,000 won and scare the cashier with his purchases. It was currently 11pm on a Saturday night and rain was just starting to drizzle on the dark streets. Jungkook buys a mask, duct tape, trash bags, and an umbrella- the ones with the pointed tip. He also buys some painkillers. For extra affect. The cashier, either slow or acting nonchalant, doesn't seem alarmed or call for the police. Which was good, Jungkook didn't want to go to jail while trying to amuse his boyfriend.

17. Jungkook dares Seokjin to only use 10,00 won and scare the cashier with his purchases. It was currently 11:08pm on a Saturday night and the rain was falling hard on the dark streets. Seokjin buys a cucumber, Vaseline, tissues, a magazine with some shirtless korean actor on the front, and a father's day card. Needless to say, the cashiers face was mortified, and Jungkook's was steaming. The rain evaporated straight off of Jungkook's hot face. "I won!" Seokjin laughed, dumping the bag of his purchases into the trash as soon as he stepped outside. "Yeah. You definitely won."

18. Seokjin trips down the stairs and ends up in a cast. Cue the story of how Jeon Jungkook became a maid for a month and also how he, although he won't go into detail, ended up with a maid costume on. Frilly dress and lacy socks and white bonnet and all. For somebody who broke an arm, Seokjin was pretty good at getting all of it off in the bedroom later that night. Also, Jungkook learns that Seokjin quite likes being called "Master." Maybe he'll do it more often.

19. Taehyung and Seokjin don't fight a lot, but when they do, Jungkook learns it's a very awkward affair to be caught up in. He'll just leave this memory at that. Things got pretty ugly. And by pretty ugly it mean a smashed mario figure and Taehyung's anime books burned over the stove. Yeah. Not pretty. Over what exactly, you ask? "Bleach is a much better anime than Fairy tail!" START; the boss battle. (Jungkook secretly agreed with Taehyung, but Seokjin would never know).

20. When he was sick, he expected soup. When Seokjin bakes muffins, he eats the muffins. When he gets sick again, he ASK for muffins. That's just how it went. Jungkook changes because of Seokjin, because he loves him. Loves him a lot. Now, when Jungkook's sick, he expect muffins. It's just a thing. It's the new normal. That was life with Seokjin, and Jungkook wouldn't want it any different.

21. When he was sick, he expected just medicine. When Jungkook stays up all night with a cold towel, Seokjin smiles at the consideration. When he gets sick again, he asks Jungkook to just sleep. But of course Jungkook didn't listen, because he loves him. Loves him a lot. Now, when Seokjin's sick, Jungkook can stay up with a cold towel for days. It's just a thing. It's the new normal. That was life next to Seokjin, and Jungkook wouldn't want it any different.

Jae takes all of the memories until he’s full and satisfied. “This time. Try to not go outside, huh?”

Attempt 4: Jungkook finally goes ballistic, much to Jae's amusement, and locks Seokjin up. He's not ready to risk it this time. Seokjin pounds on the bedroom door and throws an understandable fit, and it hurts Jungkook, it really does.

“Why can’t I go out? You’re scaring me Jungkook!” Seokjin hits the door with his fist, rams into it with his broad and strong shoulders, he even kicks it with his well toned legs. Still, Jungkook has locked it and wears the key around his neck, firmly he also holds onto the handle just in case.

“It’s for you Seokjin. Trust me. You might not get it now but it’s all for your own good!”

Seokjin tries to understand. The area they lived in was cheap but fairly dangerous so maybe a gang territory fight had broken out again and Jungkook was very paranoid. But there was a limit to how much Seokjin could take. Jungkook would bring Seokjin his three meals in the morning and leave them on the racks until late night where he would take them out.

Once Seokjin pretended to sleep. Jungkook opens the door and turns his back to set the racks when Seokjin pounces up, running for the door. He got five steps out of the door into the mess that was their living area when suddenly Jungkook's strong arms grab him and drag him (kicking and yelling) back into the room. Jungkook flings him ont the bed, yelling at him to just listen. "Stay where you are. This is all for you," Jungkook mutters darkly, turning his face away from the whimpering one of Seokjin's. He clutches the key in his hand and softly clicks the door shut, once again confining his angel into the small room. University has asked why Seokjin was missing so much and Jungkook applied for an official break stating that he is unwell.

“Could you tell me? Please?”

“No,” Jungkook sighed, his voice muffled by the obstacle, the door. “Just trust me.”

“I do,” Seokjin sighed, placing his hand against the door in desperate need for Jungkook’s warmth. “I do.”

The 4th time ended far worse than the others and it left Jungkook ruined like never before. He doesn't even feel like he should breath. As punishment for being such a terrible and disgusting human who would drive the love of his life to such lengths, Jungkook asks god just to take him instead. Even if it's a unfair trade, Jungkook cries while pounding on his chest in penance and asks for a miracle.

It was the typical day, Jungkook doesn't know how far this has to go, but he's not sure it's safe yet. He hasn't seen Jae in a while and is determined to ask about the fate of Seokjin when they do meet. Thinking with a renewed positivity, that maybe this was working, Jungkook went in to give Seokjin his food and found the bed empty. He assumed Seokjin went to the bathroom and waited, deciding he would give him lots of kisses and hugs to make up for this... this treatment. This confinement, although he winched when he called it that. Jungkook decides that he prefers the word barrier. Yes. This room where they cuddled and slept and woke up next to each other, together, was safety. A barrier against the ill-fated death waiting outside. Still, it's unarguable that Seokjin must have been pretty lonely locked up for 4 months, after all, so Jungkook decides that he'll just stay in here for the whole day. The unlocked door would make him a little nervous, that was true, but he was much stronger than Seokjin, especially nowadays. Seokjin ate less, and it was somewhat concerning, but since he didn't move and wasn't active much, Jungkook thought it was okay. The bathroom is still quite and the lack of noise brings Jungkook right back to the day where he desperately called only to get no answer. “Seokjin hyung?” Jungkook knocks, not wanting to startle his hyung and wondering if maybe he fell asleep on the toilet; that could happen, right?

Jungkook leans against the vanity when his hand brushes against something. "Seokjin hyung?" Jungkook calls out, again, even as he's looking down and reaching for the paper, frowning. Jungkook remembers that morning when Seokjin specifically asked for a notebook to pass time. Curious, and still waiting for Seokjin to finish doing his thing, Jungkook opens the notebook to the first page and his eyes land on the starting two words that dropped his heart.

“Dear Jungkook,”

The letter was long and flowery, just like how Seokjin usually talked. It was in the fine, scrawling, thin script of Seokjin’s perfect hand, too neat to belong to a future doctor, but nonetheless Seokjin's anyway. It held everything in the formula, from the apology, to the confusion, the the eventual thanks and final goodbye; topped off with the words that destroyed Jungkook and killed him where he stood.

“I love you so much, but i can’t do this anymore. If we meet in the next life, I hope we work out. I love you. I love you. I love you… Forgive me.”

There was nothing to forgive. It was all his fault. Jungkook clutches the paper; it was all his fault.

He smashes the door off the hinges and finds Seokjin in the tub, the abandoned bottle lying useless and without its little white insects of death. “Seokjin… No…” Jungkook cries harder than ever before, a fresh wave of hatred for himself filling his chest. The dark blue waters wet him as he splashes into the tight tub, trying to pull Seokjin out. Trying to help him stand. It was futile. "Seokjin. Come back. Seokjin... Please, come on. You wouldn't hate me enough.... enough to do this. I'm sorry! I'M SORRY!" Jungkook sits on Seokjin's cold, watery lap and sobs into his chest. The wet white shirt absorbs more tears indifferently. His brown hair is damp, one long arm floating lifelessly in the water and the other hanging limply off the edge of the tub. Jungkook hugs onto his chest swallowing sobs bigger than pills and dropping tears fatter than blood. “I did this,” he whispered, horrified, as Jae materializes and solidifies right on top of the closed toilet lid. “I did this to him! I made him do this! I killed him this time…” mortified at his own morbid behavior, Jungkook refills the already full tub until it practically overflows with his tears.

“120 memories and this can all be avoided, but this time, they all have to be big memories.”

Jungkook gives out everything. Their anniversaries, accomplishments, breakthroughs; everything. He feels helpless. Every time he wakes up he remembers less and less about Seokjin, he can barely retain birthday and family members and favorite food. All the attentive details he used to know (like which flavor lollipop Seokjin loved or which brand of chicken he ordered or even something as simple as his favorite hue) it was all gone. Yet, Jungkook’s love and determination to save Seokjin no matter what always burned the same, in the center of his being. It was the force that moved him to go.

Attempt 5: Jungkook decides he'll never confine Seokjin ever again. He'll let Seokjin roam free, like the wind. However, he'd stick to Seokjin and always make sure he was safe. 6 months go by and Jungkook starts relaxing, getting lazy. He builds new memories and quickly replaces the old ones. Somehow, with the help of his curious friend Taehyung, gets back important anniversary dates and previous date locations. Of course Taehyung thinks it's weird that the flawless Jeon Jungkook forgot his cousin's favorite color, but a few cookies later and Taehyung's already forgetting what Jungkook even asked.

"I'm kinda tired today, want me to pick up some Chinese food?"

"Umm sure hyung. Get me the honey shrimp and walnuts!"

Jungkook should have remembered that the only restaurant selling honey shrimp and walnuts was on the east side of the city. The closed metal bars and bulletproof windows side. The shattered glass and boarded up storefronts side. He should have also remembered that Seokjin was wearing a blue scarf that day. Blue. The east side of the city. Chinese take out.

Seokjin isn't home by 9:30 so Jungkook pulls on a jacket and forces on his shoes when a call comes bringing with it a familiar ringtone. "Hello? Seokjin?"

"Hello?" It was not Seokjin.

Seokjin was stabbed by a rampant gang member from the BullDog gang that mistook him for a member of the SkyDragons because of his signature blue scarf. The police get to him first and Jungkook can only see white outline where Seokjin used to lay, painfully dying from blood loss. The news serve Seokjin's story as a warning for people to be careful because of gangs and territory wars, but why couldn't they have warned Seokjin about it? The police are taping off sections of the alleyway when an officer's words rattle Jungkook.

"He was clutching this, sir."

The head police officer who looks to be in charge and has a stern face outlined in pity curiously takes the black plastic bag. "What is it?"

"It's chinese food, sir."

The officer takes it out and opens the Styrofoam take-out box, "Honey shrimp and walnut. They only sell it at East East House, the BullDog's frequent store. Why would this young man go there at such a time? Tsk, tsk. You gotta be careful. No matter how young and strong you are! Poor boy."  

Jungkook runs around like a madman, looking for Jae. When several officers patrolling the area stop him and question him or offer him a ride home he shoves them aside, muttering about finding his cat. He finally sees Jae, perched atop a dumpster and waiting, it's blue eye glowing bright and yellow eye blinking with excitement.

"6 months worth of memories. They have to start before the first day I returned you though."

"Why?" Jungkook asks, suddenly feeling as if his life was shortening, which, technically it kind of was.

"Because. If I send you back those 6 months wouldn't have happened, so those memories are fake anyway."

Jungkook doesn't bother with the headache or the mind boggling paradox of time. If it saved Seokjin, whatever was fine. Even if the demand was cruel and hard and unjust. It was fine.

Attempt 6: Six months. Another six whole months, but this time Jungkook was on tooth and nail to make sure Seokjin survived. Six whole months he was a nervous wreck. He abstained from chinese food, avoided 'the east' of anything, really, and made sure to always pick up Seokjin at night. Then Seokjin gets kidnapped by a cereal killer right on campus and becomes the nth victim in some psychotic murder case; how was he found by the police? The loud yowling of a cat alerted neighbors that something was wrong and his corpse were, sure enough, in the dumpster. Jae grins at Jungkook, who’s haggard and merely a shell of himself. He sees Seokjin’s burned face and feels like finding the culprit and dumping acid on him, or boiling him in acid or maybe slowly shooting acid at his face with a toy gun until they died because of low pain tolerance, just like they had done to Seokjin, Jungkook wanted to do it to them this time. Because it was just inhumane, how Seokjin went. “I helped you find the body this time, so double the memories,” Jae slyly demands and Jungkook powerlessly shakes his head.

Jungkook eventually stops keeping a count. Now when he wakes up in the morning it’s all an act. He can barely remember Seokjin’s name, he had forgotten the surname a long time ago. Most times he goes for the safe route of “hyung,” just “hyung.” One time, he wanted so desperately to call the name of his lover, so he tried a blind guess. A shot in the dark.

"Hey Hoseok."

That day Seokjin died because they fought. "Who's Hoseok?!"

Jungkook doesn't have an answer. 'What do you mean you're not Hoseok?' is what he though. Jungkook said nothing because he knew he was wrong. His memory failed him.

Seokjin stormed out only to be run over by a speeding hit-and-run driver. By this time, Jungkook can barely remember Seokjin's face. When the police ask him to identify his boyfriend Jungkook weakly nods.

"I think it's him..."

"Is this or is this not Kim Seokjin?" the man asks, annoyed.

Ah. So Seokjin was his name.

"I think," the face blurs in front of Jungkook and he feels like it's Seokjin, but he doesn't know. What if he identifies the wrong body? What if Seokjin is still well and alive and he identified this corpse and Seokjin gets documented as dead? He couldn't do that, right? Jungkook doesn't know the face. It's the face of a stranger, but the suspicious and strong pang in his heart tells him it is indeed the person he loves. The faint memory. The one memory he retains comes back to him, but it dissapears just as quickly. With no other memories as building blocks or support, his one measly memory isn't enough for him to retain Seokjin's traits, his voice, his quirks, or even his features. The one memory he does have left is merely a photo. Seokjin has, at present, become a mere passing ghost, no better than a stranger Jungkook walked by on the streets. "I don't... I don't know."

"How do you not know for sure?! You guys are boyfriends!"

"Stop it." The female colleague, who had a milder temperament and a softer face full of pity, pulls her co-worker aside. "He's obviously shocked and in denial. This is too much for him. Let's send him home. His parents will come up tomorrow from Gwacheon. They can identify him."

She was right. Jungkook was shocked. He was in denial. It was too much for him. Jungkook needed to find Jae, before this was all gone.

“You said it wasn’t his fate to die!! Then why does he keep dying? No matter what I do! NO MATTER WHAT!” Jungkook finally has enough of it and he grips Jae’s neck in both of his hands. Passing people whisper about his animal abuse and snap pictures to post on SNS with enraged hashtags but Jungkook doesn’t care. This cat was the devil.

Jae scratches at his arms harshly and Jungkook finally lets go, finding it futile to choke a satisfying answer out of it. “Well… there is one thing you’re missing.”

Jungkook growls at the cocky condescending tone and grips Jae, twisting his neck harshly in anger. The cat goes limp in his hands and Jungkook gets ready to give up and just go find Seokjin in the next life. His hope and his only chance were gone. Completely gone.

“Why do humans always do something when they’ll regret it soon after?” Jae asks irritated, his head turning back towards the front of his body, an eerie and long grin on his feline features. “If you want to save him… you have to set fate back to what it was before. Think carefully Jeon Jungkook, that day, someone was supposed to die.”

Jungkook can somehow clearly remember the start of it all. Their walk by the train tracks and Seokjin’s sacrificing shove. It was as if Jae gave back that memory just so it could be extra painful for him.

“A-are… you saying that I-I.. I-I-I have to,” Jungkook shudders and Jae howls with gleeful laughter.

“It’s not a memory you have to give. You have to die. But you won’t do it!” Jae cackles with infinite joy at his own enlightenment and the plight of such a sad human. “You can’t do it! Because you don’t know him!” No man, died for a stranger. That was the undeniable, unshakable foundation and quintessence of mortal man.

“I’ll give you a memory. Let me go back.”

“There’s no use! Don’t you see?” Jae asked in sweet glee, his eyes lighting up, “you won’t be able to die for him, because you won’t remember him! You won’t love him!”

“JUST LET ME GO BACK!” Jungkook hollers as Jae’s face falls flat and becomes impassive, cold even. “Please. Just once.”

Studying Jungkook with a depraved excitement and curiosity Jae starts grinning again, “Okay boy. Give me something.”

It’s a memory Jungkook did not want to give up. His most precious one. The one that he vowed never to lose, even if he lost himself. It was the exact moment he knew that Seokjin would forever be the only one he loved, till he was 90, no. Till the day he died.

Jungkook had been in a pretty bad accident 2 years ago, when him and Seokjin had barely started going steady. The doctors weren’t sure if Jungkook’s recovery would be full and if he could function in society properly afterwards. The trauma was big, the physical pain, even bigger. Even now, Jungkook had a slight limp, very minuscule and unnoticeable to the common eye, but his legs cramped super easily on cold winter days. Jungkook had expected Seokjin to call it quits and run away… but Seokjin came every day after work.

“Yo! I brought more paper! This is an hours worth of talking right here!” While Jungkook ate and Seokjin talked about his day, Seokjin would sit in the opposite bed and fold paper cranes. Jungkook didn’t think much about it and reasoned that maybe that was Seokjin’s hobby, origami. It certainly seemed to fit his image quite well; quiet, patient, good with his hands. Whenever Seokjin finished, he would pack the cranes in his backpack and head home.

Jungkook felt like a simple gossip buddy and not a proper boyfriend. They didn’t have dates and they couldn’t go out. Jungkook felt the break up coming near, just around the corner and waiting for the right time to drop. Seokjin never looked at him, always focused intently on the cranes and writing on them, folding them, then plopping them right into his bag so he could simply up and leave after all his paper ran out. Jungkook got to look at Seokjin though, so he couldn’t complain at all. Seeing Seokjin’s face was the highlight of his day. The doe-like eyes intently focused on his paper, crooked fingers nimbly bending and folding and creasing, light hair being blown out of his eyes occasionally when a huffy breath left his plump pink lips. The sunset would always seep through the window and outline Seokjin’s face in gold. Even though Seokjin never looked at him, Jungkook got to see his world, so he always let Seokjin come visit.

It was a day when cramping was particularly bad and Jungkook thought he would seriously have to cut a leg off when Seokjin comes barging in with a beaming face and a very very large duffle bag in tow. “I HAVE YOUR SOLUTION!”

Seokjin drags in the duffle bag and zips it immediately. He displays a large jar full of his creations and Jungkook sits, flabbergasted and awed by the sight before his eyes. “Are these?”

“1000!” Seokjin beams proudly. He then pulls one out of his pocket and places it in Jungkook’s hand, “This is the sample. Each and every one of those in there are identical.” Jungkook didn't believe in superstitions, but he felt like maybe his leg was considerably better already.

Jungkook gently touches the sample crane in his hand before he notices black ink on it. “Is there a message?” Jungkook curiously asks as his fingers, unaffected by the accident, react by themselves. Seokjin proudly watches without a word as Jungkook figures it out himself and disassembles the crane carefully, in order not to tear it. Inside, with his fine, neat, handwritten words is a message:

“I wish for his full recovery! I know he can do it!”

Jungkook chokes back a moved sob before realizing what that meant. “If this is the sample...You wrote this… in all 1000?”

Seokjin smiles and grips Jungkook’s hand, “Of course. Because… I love you.”

The doctors tell him it's a miracle unprecedented in medical history. Jungkook agrees. Because nobody in his situation had Seokjin; only he did. Of course it was unprecedented. The doctors found a new story to document, Jungkook found his very own miracle: Kim Seokjin.

Jae carefully takes the memory like it’s a prized gem and swallows it whole, enjoying the flavor of victory sliding down his throat. “Fair enough. I’ll let you go back, but I’m telling you. You won’t even recognize him.”

Kim Seokjin is a blank slate to Jeon Jungkook. He neither recognizes the voice, or the face, and he certainly can’t remember an age or a name. All he does know however, is that when Seokjin kisses his forehead and bops their noses together Jungkook feels complete. He knows, that he, Jeon Jungkook, must have loved this man a lot.

“I’m super excited!” Seokjin whispered, flapping his invisible bird wings and wiggling his crooked fingers. Jungkook doesn’t know why he’s excited, but the expression on his face warms Jungkook’s heart so he quickly plays along. “I’m excited too!”

Seokjin clutches Jungkook’s hand and bounces a little with joy, “Should we wear the couple coats your mother bought us last time?”

“Of course,” Jungkook doesn’t miss a heartbeat because he really really likes this man’s smile and he wants to keep it there forever. “Whatever makes you happy.”

Seokjin coos and awws and tickles Jungkook’s side while Jungkook simply drinks in Seokjin’s features and his every word, “You’re too nice to me. I love you.”

Those words engrave themselves onto Jungkook’s heart and his determination is renewed.

“We can take the shortcut through the actual track road and get there on time to catch the train,” Jungkook helpfully advises with purpose.

“Alright,” Seokjin gives in, not too happy with his folded integrity, “let’s take the shortcut.” Jungkook studies this reaction and notes to himself that this man, (Seokjin as he found out by the name on his phone that lights up when he calls in order to find it), was very proper. He didn’t like breaking rules that were set for a reason, like safety or protection for the greater good. It was endearing. One more thing Jungkook tells himself he probably really loved.

Seokjin seemed to have a hard time with the uneven ground so Jungkook supports him, it only feels natural. When Seokjin thanks him Jungkook smiles, “of course. I always have your back.”

Seokjin turns to face Jungkook when something white catches his eye. Jungkook immediately notes the face change and knows that the time to act is coming. He had no more memories to give, this was his last chance. Seokjin finally deduced what exactly the curled white dot is but the train is running in very close.

“Jungkook!” Seokjin yanks his arm back and starts running for the creature.

“SEOKJIN!” Jungkook knew it was supposed to happen, but it still makes him slightly panic nonetheless and it takes all his might to not just sprint forward and repeat the day before. Seokjin was running towards the train and Jungkook forces himself, with all the self control in the world, to wait.

Seokjin’s kind instincts would of course focus on saving the poor animal, and Jungkook’s instincts would of course focus on saving Seokjin. Jungkook runs slightly behind Seokjin and purposely lets him get to the cat first. Quickly and tenderly all at once, Seokjin scoops the cat off the ground. Jungkook stands back ready, watching. Seokjin looks down in panic at his shoe, stuck in the tracks. The train honks madly, long furious wails. Jungkook finally knows the words to say, “Seokjin… Live.”

The pain in his ribcage is bearable, and Jungkook’s so sure that it hurts less than what he went through the first day, what feels like years before. “JUNGKOOK!” Seokjin drops Jae and waits, agonized, until the train finally moves it’s lanky body out of the way.

“Jungkook!!!”

Jungkook looks up at the grey sky that cries with him in relief. It worked. It really worked. “Jungkook! Oh my god! Hang in there! Stay with me! 119! 119 I’ll call right now don’t worry!”

Jae is looking at Jungkook with burning hatred, like he was accusing Jungkook of treason to a high mortal law, but Jungkook doesn’t care. He’s beyond himself because Seokjin is alive. And he’ll stay alive, because this is how it was supposed to be. He had reset fate, just like it was suppose to happen.

“Why? You idiot! Why would you do that?!” Seokjin hugs Jungkook desperately, as if he were trying to weigh down the leaving soul.

“Because I knew, losing you would be more painful… much more painful…” Jungkook had experienced it first hand.

Jae asks him why. Accuses him. Yells at him with his eyes.

I don’t remember this man. This man who is crying so pitifully for me. But i know i loved him a lot. I know he loved me too. Me, a stubborn, rude, clumsy, cold, guy who requires a lot. I know he dealt with my worst, i know he loved my best. He must be kind. I know he smiles a lot and he laughs even more. He’s absolutely beautiful. I didn’t know his name, I don’t know his favorite color, or his favorite food, or what he does as a living, his habits, his pet peeves, his quirks; but I know that my heart was happy when he smiled. That feeling never changed. It was something my heart remembered. I could not bare to think about how my heart would rip apart if he died. Perhaps this was selfish, but I’m happy that he’s well. I wish… I wish for him to always be happy. I know he will be!

“Jeon Jungkook please --”

“Hyung. My hyung. I loved you a lot. I love you a lot. I will love you a lot. Live. We’ll meet again next time.”

Jungkook's hand falls before it can reach Seokjin's cheek. It hits the hard pebbles, but he doesn't flinch in pain. He can't. He's unfeeling and unmoving. His eyes gloss over as they look at the sky which shine his orbs with their clean rain. Seokjin feels like his heart was taken. Like Jungkook took it with him. Seokjin feels like he’ll have to bury his dead heart right next to Jungkook’s body and that it will neither feel nor beat nor react ever again. The cat next to him sits and shakes it’s head, almost looking eerily like a human’s actions.

“Such a waste…” the voice purrs.

Seokjin looks at the cat, startled, as it slowly walks towards them in measure steps.

“I.. I must be crazy,” Seokjin lets out an empty laugh while sniffling, tears blurring his vision and drowning his heart in a watery grave. "Jungkook-ah? come back. I can't live without you. The world doesn't make sense without you. Cats talk and I hear things and... i'm crazy. Jungkook... please come back."

“You’re not crazy. I’m just special. I’m a god, you see, and he didn’t deserve this fate… so… What would you do then, to give him another chance?”

“Anything…”

“Good…” the cat smiles. Humans, Jae concludes, were all the same. Seokjin makes a deal, with the cat before platform 6 because “A memory a day, will keep your boyfriend from death.” He believes that. He has to, it's the only chance he has at saving Jungkook.

(On platform 6, Park Jimin stands, dagger polished and newly cleaned in the Holy Waters of the Goddess of Purity, the mother of his kind. “Jae… So, this is what you’ve been up to…”

Lucy looks at him and tilts her head, “Will you intervene?” Jimin starts walking towards them, power surging through his weapon. “Of course. I have to. It’s my duty now.”

"Don’t be stupid Jimin. Helping humans is worthless, they won’t even remember the benevolence.”

Jimin studies the young men, one alive and one dead -- or getting there-- and continues his steps. "I have a feeling... he will be different."

Lucy sighs but followers her master anyway, changing back into her form as the twin daggers and fitting herself into his empty left hand, "How foolish..." )

#bts #fluffy and angsty #??? #jinkook #jinmin #how does fluffy and ansty work? #well...i think you have to read #it's complicated #jimin only comes up at the end of this chapter as an introduction #yes... he's the god

[topkookie]

Jinkook Fic Rec

Fake Sugar by minverse

Rating: Explicit

Word Count 87k

Summary: "I guess," Jungkook pauses momentarily to inhale a deep, bracing breath, "I would just want you to come to my work events and laugh at my jokes and don't correct people if they imply that we're doing it."

"Having sex, you mean," Jin clarifies gently, and Jungkook chokes on air. If his face was any redder, Jin would insist on taking him to the hospital. Jungkook clears his throat, obviously trying to play off the strangled, choked sound as a casual cough.

"Yes. Doing... sex."

(Hedge Fund wunderkind and Certified Awkward Gay Jungkook needs a sugar baby to show off at work, and Professional Competitive Eater and Objectively Beautiful Human Jin just wants to stop working shitty side-jobs. Fake Sugar Daddy AU. A trope and a half.) 

Heaven’s Light by pact

Rating: Explicit

Archive Warnings: Violence, Rape/Non-Con, Underage

Word Count: 92k

Summary: Kim Seokjin has been raised and trained to serve whatever it is that pleases the clients of the establishment that took him in when nobody else would. But when he is brought up to the palace of The Majestic to be the pet of a prince who shows little concern to anyone who he deems inconvenient to him, Seokjin soon finds himself drowned in a series of manipulation, cruelty, sadism and the spoiled demeanor of a young man who holds the fate of his life between his fingers.

Love Is Not Posession by kuragecharms

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 82k

Summary: Jungkook was never one to wax much philosophy- he left that up to his hyungs, who had taken him in with welcoming arms into their pack and showered him with gentle affection. It was comfortable and safe, knowing he was protected under the careful eye of their lead Alpha, Namjoon, who led them with a deep understanding and consideration that transcended some of the more traditional pack rules.But when Namjoon's brothers (soft-cheeked Seokjin and dark-eyed Taehyung) move in, things change. For one thing, Seokjin doesn't seem to like him very much, watching him with an unreadable expression and avoiding him. But there's something about the Alpha's scent that has Jungkook inexplicably drawn in.

Clear by cryinghobi

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 41k

Summary: Witching Hour occurs when it is midnight and the moon is at its zenith. Until 12.59, it is the ideal time to practice magic, to cast spells or curses, to charge up crystals and to hunt. Vampires are at their strongest during this period. Jungkook knows this, but there he is - writhing and bound on Seokjin's bed, fat tears dribbling down his cheeks as he begs the human to let him come.

Kaleidoscope by youarethenorthernlights

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 16k

Summary: Despite popular belief, being in love with two people at once was entirely possible and incredibly easy. Jeongguk was, like he was at most things, excelling at it.

H2O: 2 Parts Handsome, 1 Part Oblivious by bubbleteakook

Rating: Mature

Word Count: 11k

Summary: Seokjin is two parts too handsome for his own good, and Jungkook is one part full of pure oblivion.Wherein swimmers Jungkook and Seokjin have a fiery rivalry that happens to take an unexpected turn out of the pool.

Sinners playing saints by crying_trash

Archive Warnings: Graphic Depictions of Violence

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 46k

Summary: Jeon Jungkook dreams every night, pictures and feelings forever getting stamped in his mind. He is a hunter who just finished his training and now is obligated to take and bond with a supernatural being as a partner. He hates this, he hates that he has to tie an unwillingly creature to himself. But he has a mission and he'd step on his morals for it. Then he sets his eyes on a caged vampire.Jin is a vampire on the run, unfortunate enough to get caught by the hunters and caged in a basement for display. But even as he screams and sneers someone chooses to bond to him. Someone who makes his stomach tie in knots everytime their eyes meet. But as soon as the bond is in place he starts having strange reveries, dreams without pictures and he doesn't understand what prompted them.Their lives together start as they try to solve a murder case and doing a mission for the organization Jungkook trained at, as friends and secrets come to surface.Maybe the bond isn't the only thing that's binding them.

Chains of Sin by Chrysallion

Archive Warnings: Violence, Rape/Non-Con

Rating: Mature

Word Count: 78k

Summary: Satan falls for the most beautiful angel. Demon Overlord Jungkook drags Angel Seokjin down to the depths of hell to claim his sweet lips in a sinful kiss. And more.  

Sold To My Alpha by Chrysallion

Archive Warnings: Graphic Depictions of Violence

Rating: Mature

Word Count: 17k 

Summary: Kim Seokjin is sold to the prince of the North Kingdom.

Be Brave, Little Bunny by kuragecharms

Rating: Mature

Word Count: 121k

Summary: “Someday, Kookie,” Namjoon began softly, “I wanna buy my own apartment in Seoul. And you'll live there, just you and me. And I'll have a good job, and we can eat as much as we want, and watch as much TV as we want, and sleep in all weekend. We won’t need anyone else.”Jungkook rolled over, looking up at Namjoon in curiosity. He reached up, fingertips brushing against his cheeks and tucking into the dimples there. “You and me?” Jungkook queries.“You and me, buddy.”“Good,” Jungkook nodded, curling into Namjoon for more warmth.~~~~~((AKA: The platonic owner-hybrid AU with bun!JK and owner Namjoon that I needed in my life.))

Take A Shot by TheHalesNyx

Rating: Mature

Word Count: 44k

Summary: It’s crazy to think that a twenty-year old can even have a son who’s three - Seokjin still finds it hard to believe, if he’s honest. Hell, he hadn’t even known about Jungkook’s son until three months after the other began working as his assistant.In which Seokjin gives a helping hand, a comforting shoulder, and his heart, to Jungkook, a single father who is just trying to do his best to make his son, and himself, happy; it’s just a little hard to do all on his own.

Only Secrets we know, That we Whisper Between the Sheets. by everydayemily

Rating: Mature

Word Count: 23k

Summary: Some secrets are hard to keep, but that's usually half the fun.

Eternalism by joonphases

Rating: Teen and Audiences

Word Count: 34k

Summary: Namjoon draws his index finger across the matte surface of the coffee table, the heat from his skin leaving prints in the black finish as he traces shapelessly. “Imagine all the pieces of the universe as parts of a machine. Now imagine that the machine’s purpose is to make time flow at a relatively normal pace.“Now imagine someone breaks one of those pieces. The machine can still run, but… think of it like a printer, maybe. Some words don’t come out clearly. Some information is missing. Time is still flowing, but in this part of the universe, it’s flowing cyclically. We have to put the broken piece back to straighten it out. The other pieces are working twice as hard to compensate, and one by one, they will collapse, and then it will happen exponentially.""And then what?" Jeongguk asks, chin between the peaks of his knees."It's best if we never find out."

#jinkook fic rec #jinkook #fic rec #kim namjoon #kim seokjin #min yoongi #jung hoseok #park jimin #kim taehyung #jeon jungkook #bts #bts fic rec #i love all of these fics #not equally #of course #idek which is my favorite #imma sucker for long fics #sorry

[ezamevolni]

Cryptic: Biggest Concern

Hi!!!

I haven't done a real post in so long TT I miss writing!! I vowed to do some properly this week but forces of the universe are at work to stop me (fever...forgot my hard disk...broke my laptop :')) But I finally got a few days of vacation! YAY! What better to do when sick and free, than to write about Jinkook eh?

So I'm doing a shorter (?) post on something I don't think I've seen many people commenting on. Of course, I could be chronically overthinking if I'm the only one that picked it up? haha. 🙂

JinJunMin~ Making Salad (3.13.2021)

Anyways, this instance is rather loosely connected to Jungkook 🧚🏼‍♀️

For context and relevancy: BTS were frequently doing unit Vlives after they were grounded since the start of 2020. They had less public activities so 'prescheduled' Vlives were an avenue for them to see fans, and for fans to see them. Sometimes the Vlives were fun because the members were absorbed into doing the activity of the day, other times it's fun when they find camaraderie in their shared reluctance to be there.

This salad making session demonstrated the latter - Jin already ate before the live, Minimoni were not salad fans so this trio by all means were just attending as part of their jobs. Happy to be there? That's asking too much lol.

For more specific context, the trio had been on the verge of an argument fallen into silence several times and were giving each other a hard time randomly jumping from topic to topic throughout the live.

When Jin was sarcastically hyping up the plate of chicken breast to the camera, RM abruptly decided to ask him how he had been doing.

The question seemed to stump Jin for a few moments,

Jin was stuttering, stalling, and racking his brain for something to say, then eventually landed on a work schedule as his answer. Then Jimin and Namjoon both chimed in about how they've been practicing for Grammys and actually saw each other the day before.

An assumption on my part, but Jin likely first thought about the section of his life that Namjoon didn't know about - off-work hours - and was filtering through for what he could talk about. I think gaming could have been a great answer. But Jin was caught off-guard, so I don't know if that affected his fibbing skills.

It could be something or could be nothing.

But the following in the middle of the live was quite the interesting convo:

The conversation had stopped and started a few times by now and Jin was filling in by talking about something salad related.

He brought up how some of the other members had salad recently.

Namjoon was paying close attention to what Jin was saying because he parroted him when he listed "Yoongi" and "Jungkookie"

RM: (nodding and repeating) "...Jungkookie."

And after a brief second of contemplation, Namjoon went ahead and asked, "Hyung, don't you have any concerns lately?"

Jin seemed to immediately know what he was referring to and answered, "For concerns, there's just the one thing."

Jimin seemed in the know about this as well.

Humming in agreement, nodding and suppressing a grin.

By now Jin had laid down his chopsticks. I think he knew what Joon was referring to. It was a pretty vague question, but it seemed like it had a pointed answer.

However since Jin didn't elaborate, Namjoon probed further.

If you've watched enough BTS interviews, you'd know the signs instantly whenever they all simultaneously think of something they can't say on camera and start smiling like weirdos.

Jin was still chewing but he was gearing up. He's about to say it.

As he went, "Of course," ...

that was met with instant censorship from Jimin ("Let's just stop, hyung").

I also noticed Namjoon's knowing expressions while he was waiting and listening:

Annnnnd of course, we don't get the real answer from Jin who said,

"I don't have Army in front of me during concerts."

Joon was laughing after hearing the line. Jimin also hadn't looked at the camera once since this conversation started.

And we know Jin just lied improvised a new answer because he retorted back at Joon,

There is another answer. There is another 'concern'.

He almost said it 🤌🏼 Just let it all go and say it Seokjin.. what's there to hide 😩

After Jin gave his answer, RM decided not to probe further since he knew the nature of that other answer. It can't be said anyway. So they agreed on 'armys not being there in person as a very important concern'.

And Jin of course turned the tables on Joon when he could

Ok, whatever this 'concern' was, it's very specific and I guess RM also had a similar ongoing issue that Jin knew about?

So to recap:

Jin mentioned Yoongi and Jungkook's names, Namjoon heard, repeated Jungkook's name and suddenly posed the question 'any recent concerns'.

Jin did have a major one which apparently everyone (but us) knew about. And it can't be said on camera. And the thought of it makes them giggle.

Lastly, RM seemed to have a similar concern.

So 🙂 I don't have an answer for what the mystery concern is, but I do have ideas. They are probably similar to your ideas right now. Or maybe we all have no idea.

But wouldn't it be funny if one of us was right ;)

Ultimately, if you want any take aways from this cryptic conversation, is that they tend to giggle a lot whenever they touch on topics related to ermhmm, taboo topics. It's not sad, dark or serious, but taboo. What else could it be.

#jinkook #kookijn #jinkook traces #jinjunmin making salad #Seven BB100 of course you made it kiddo WOOOOOP #My ultimate guess is somebody might have gotten too used to the amount of time and freedom to be with his yeobo 24/7 and was forgetting #How to behave in public OR stopped caring about covering up altogether #Recall 2021 as a year choke full of jinkook everywhere.. that was a great year

[ezamevolni]

Traces: Cute bows

Jk has the politest and most adorable habits whenever he panics. One of them is bowing.

When it comes to Jin, he sometimes will bow suddenly and instinctively.

Busan expo (15 Oct 2022)

Jk was happily watching Jin's freestyle dance on the side and was laughing. Then suddenly, he seemed to catch himself, put a hand to his heart, then quickly changed course and bowed to the audience.

Why Kookie...? It looked like you were thanking the audience for coming to watch your Jin.

Jin's enlistment BB (13 Dec 2022)

During their goodbye at the enlistment center, many noted how distant Jk seemed when posing together with Jin for their two shot.

The kid first bowed to the cameraman then did a 'Fighting' pose beside Jin, his body language clear that he was ready to bolt at any second. Many jnkkrs, OT7s, solos, other shippers voiced amusement or confusion at Jk's stranger act.

just a few scenes ago, he was massaging Jin's head and Jin was cupping Jk's face. From that to this awkward pose...

Try noticing other times Kookie bows like this, a little panicked and somewhat unnecessary. These are different from the mannered ones he does at the airport to the fans and reporters.

Personally, feel like Jk's state swings like a pendulum from 'completely oblivious and inappropriate' to 'aware and way too proper' with no middle 🤷🏽‍♀️

#jinkook #kookjin #jinkook traces