bangtanexchange drabbles
written for bangtanexchange, edited
pop! goes my heart
jimin/jungkook
pg-13 | ~756 words
"..Like, tilt your head more, put your hand on the back of her head-no! No! You're hopeless."
note: for the prompt Jimin never expected to have to go to someone two years younger for kissing advice, originally posted here, title from this song
"No, no, no, no, no, hyung," comes an annoying sound of protest. "Not like that! Like, tilt your head more, put your hand on the back of her head-no! No! You're hopeless."
Jimin huffs, peeling himself away from his practice girlfriend and shooting a glare at his coach. He never really liked Jungkook, no. Jimin hates the way Jungkook makes him feel-how he traps him in between admiration and jealousy and the fact that he can't really say that out loud. Jungkook is better than him in everything, and although he's eaten 2130 more bowls of rice than Jungkook, Jimin is still behind in terms of looks, and singing, and dancing, and, apparently, love life. If it weren't for the fact that all his friends are as useless as he is in knowing what to do with girls, and if he didn't so desperately want to impress that Kim Taehyang girl from the cheerleading team, Jimin wouldn't even think about going to Jungkook.
But here he is, not an ounce of pride or honor left in his system, sitting across from Jungkook in an empty classroom, receiving instructions from a boy two years his junior, on how to kiss a girl. Because Jeon Jungkook is the shy boy who is secretly a sex god, one who is said to be capable of turning lesbians straight and straight guys gay. Him asking Jungkook to teach him how to do something as innocent as a kiss is already an insult to himself, and therefore it is safe to say that Jimin must have gone crazy. Is Kim Taehyang really worth all these efforts, really?
Okay, maybe she is.
"Try again," Jungkook nods at him, watching intently, and Jimin repositions himself to start again. "Let her know that you're in control," Jungkook orders as Jimin's lips touch his practice girlfriend. "So, like, exert some force, grab her a little, be a man!" Jungkook adds passionately, and Jimin does as he's told, eyes closed as he grabs the girl he's kissing, with force, hard, and manly, and powerful, and-
A loud pop comes right in front of his face, and Jimin jerks backwards, hands still grabbing the rubbery material that was once his girlfriend. Jungkook stares judgingly at him.
"I didn't mean crush her bones," Jungkook deadpans.
That is it for Jimin-he's not taking any more of this shit. This is too much. "Who uses balloons to practice kissing, anyway?!" he protests, frustrated.
"You just did," Jungkook points out, and Jimin feels like strangling this kid in front of him. Who dares talk back to him, the kid who's been ruining his life ever since he entered this school, stealing his adlibs in the vocal group, his dance prodigy title in dance club.
"That's because you told me to!" Jimin snaps. He can't believe he just let himself be humiliated, once again, by Jeon Jungkook. This kid is impossible. "We could have practiced with the wall, or a pillow, or something, but you said no, a balloon has the best similarity to a human head," he tries his best to imitate the way Jungkook said it, but even for that, he's not good enough. He'll never be as good as Jungkook, no.
Jungkook shrugs. "I'd offer for you to practice with me," he says, calm and direct as if it were nothing, while Jimin's eyes grow wide in shock. "If only you were any good."
It’s probably the surprise, the condescending tone in the words coming out from Jungkook’s mouth, or the need to prove Jungkook wrong. It could have been what he ate for lunch, or maybe even the weather. Jimin can't quite pinpoint what it is that makes him jump off his seat and lunge forward to Jungkook, both hands grabbing the sides of Jungkook's head as he angles his own just right, and starts kissing. He closes his eyes, as he presses his lips on Jungkook's, slow but with force, telling Jungkook that he's in control. And it's funny how Jimin doesn't think of Kim Taehyang's smile when he's kissing Jungkook-in fact, who is Kim Taehyang, he doesn't even remember. All he knows is that it feels so good, the way Jungkook moves his lips to kiss him back, yet another verification that Jeon Jungkook is good at everything. But for once, Jimin doesn't mind.
"Not bad," Jungkook breathes when they finally pull apart. "Maybe open your mouth some more," he adds, smirking, and pulling Jimin in for another kiss.
same difference
namjoon/seokjin
pg-13 | ~867 words
Seokjin wonders if it’s normal to be this curious about a stranger.
note: for the prompt they meet at the same bus stop every day, but never talk. AU., originally posted here
He's late. Again. Seokjin is still getting used to this whole living alone and waking up to an alarm thing. He rushes to the bakery on the corner of his street, because late or not, breakfast is still the most important meal of the day. He puts a chocolate bun in his mouth and speed walks to the bus stop a little further ahead.
That guy is already there. He's no longer wearing his shades-he has beautiful eyes, Seokjin really likes them. He straightened his hair, too. Seokjin takes a seat on the other end of the bench, biting on his bun. The bus should come any minute now.
*
He's late. Again. He's running now, because unfortunately breakfast is less important than the test he's supposed to be taking in fifteen minutes. Seokjin hopes the bus doesn't take long-he really doesn't want to have to retake Advanced Statistics.
That guy is already there, Seokjin notices in between panting. He can't really see the color of the guy's hair today, because he has his hoodie covering his head. His eyes are closed, his feet moving to some beat. Seokjin wonders what he does-he's never seen him take a bus the whole time he meets him there. Seokjin is always the first one to go. Seokjin wonders if it's normal to be this curious about a stranger.
And the bus comes.
*
He's late. Again. Seokjin really needs to stop staying up so late. He rushes to the bakery and the owner is already waiting for him by the door, handing him a chocolate bun with a smile and you can pay for that later. Seokjin bows his thank you and continue running to the bus stop.
The guy is already there, sitting with one hand holding a notepad and the other scribbling with a black pen. Seokjin wonders what he's writing-he looks like he's having so much fun, his hand tapping along to the beat coming from his earphone, pressing the tip of his pen on his mouth when he's thinking, and he grins at times when he seems to be struck by inspiration.
There's a honk coming from the road. The bus is here.
*
He's late. Again. Really, Seokjin? Maybe he should stop making appointments so early in the morning, especially when it is one very unimportant meet up with Hoseok. Seokjin wonders why he bothers showing up on time at all, but he doesn't want to be known as being tardy. He doesn't rush, though-he knows Hoseok would be at least fifteen minutes late, too. He has enough time to get a chocolate bun from the bakery and eat it on the bus stop.
Seokjin frowns. The guy isn't there yet. Seokjin approaches the bench, and oh, the guy is there, after all. He's crouched down on one end of the bench, talking on the phone. A red beanie covers his currently silver hair-it was blond yesterday. Seokjin thinks silver works better. Seokjin really doesn't mean to eavesdrop, but the guy has a shitty phone and he might as well have it on speaker, with the way his caller's voice can be heard from where Seokjin is sitting. Come home, Namjoon, Seokjin manages to catch. Namjoon is a nice name-Seokjin likes the sound of it. I miss you.
He gets to hear the guy's voice while climbing inside the bus. I miss you too, mum. It's low, and hoarse, Seokjin thinks he has a nice voice.
Seokjin smiles in his entire bus ride.
*
He's not late, for once. Seokjin has nowhere to go today-well, it would be ideal if he goes to the library and finish his essays, but that can wait until later. He starts to wonder if he can catch a glimpse of the guy, Namjoon, at the bus stop. Why he wants to, he doesn't really know-maybe he's just got used to starting his day with the sight of the guy at the bus stop, the one who always looks different but somehow feels the same.
He walks leisurely to the bakery, sparing time for coffee, even. This is the way of life, apparently. This is so much more pleasant than rushing and running and being in a hurry every single day. He takes two buns this time, because he actually has time to finish both. He smiles and chats with the lady in the bakery, and finally skips to the bus stop.
Namjoon is already there. No shades and no beanies, and Seokjin is a little embarrassed to say that he notices the way his hair has grown-he used to have shaved sides, not anymore now. He looks so much more beautiful like this, Seokjin thinks shamelessly. He doesn't look as busy, without his notepad and pen, without his earphones. For once, he looks up at Seokjin and flashes him a smile. Seokjin is definitely caught off guard when he returns the smile on impulse.
He hesitates, but Seokjin really hates regretting things, so he squeezes the paper bag on his hand and approaches the other guy.
"Morning," he greets, holding up the paper bag. "Breakfast?"
visual
seokjin-centric
pg-13 | ~435 words
Yes, I definitely think I'm the most handsome, he replies. Smooth and rehearsed, unlike his dance, like everybody always points out.
note: for the prompt how does jin see himself in bangtan?, written half-awake at 4 AM, originally posted here
The cheer is loud, and Seokjin smiles to the crowd, warm although it's cold inside, when he fails to stop himself from counting his name among the others, knowing. Of course, of course. Can barely find his name. The MC is asking something to him. It's this question again, of course it's this question again.
Yes, I definitely think I'm the most handsome, he replies. Smooth and rehearsed, unlike his dance, like everybody always points out.
But what really is the use of being the most handsome? It's merely self defense, Seokjin thinks, when he knows well, how he's almost invisible. How ironic is it that he's supposedly the visual, yet no one is really seeing him.
It's pain, Seokjin thinks, when nobody sees him yet he sees everybody. He sees the golden maknae and wonders how he ends up being the oldest with the least amount of talent. He sees Taehyung and his confidence of being himself on and off stage, and Seokjin would look in the mirror, asking himself if he still have any of himself left inside. He sees Jimin and his charms, happy despite the constant bullying from the others, and Seokjin tries to think of the last time he knew happy. He sees the rappers and their dreams, he sees the pain and the conflict in their lyrics, and Seokjin wonders what his passion is.
Honestly, Seokjin wants to give up the task of waking up the members to someone else. It gives him too much chance, to see how much Hoseok has aged, with all his worries, to hear Yoongi and his occasional sleep talking, hip hop is dead, to notice how tired Namjoon looks each day, especially that day after the hidden camera. It's too much, Seokjin thinks. Too much to ask Namjoon to choose between his dream and his success.
Seokjin wishes he's not the oldest. Seokjin wishes his fellow members aren't naive twenty-year-olds who laugh and act cute on stage for the sake of the fans. Seokjin wishes his fellow members aren't rapper-turned-idols who contemplate daily whether or not they regret their decision.
He wishes that these things are invisible to him, the way he is invisible to the world.
Seokjin really needs to stop waking up early. It gives him too much time alone, it makes him think, it makes him wonder. About what others think of him, how others see him in Bangtan.
But mornings are silent and lonely, and Seokjin realizes, drown in somebody else's talents and charms, overshadowed by passion of the others, even he himself has no idea where he fits.
pop! goes my heart
jimin/jungkook
pg-13 | ~756 words
"..Like, tilt your head more, put your hand on the back of her head-no! No! You're hopeless."
note: for the prompt Jimin never expected to have to go to someone two years younger for kissing advice, originally posted here, title from this song
"No, no, no, no, no, hyung," comes an annoying sound of protest. "Not like that! Like, tilt your head more, put your hand on the back of her head-no! No! You're hopeless."
Jimin huffs, peeling himself away from his practice girlfriend and shooting a glare at his coach. He never really liked Jungkook, no. Jimin hates the way Jungkook makes him feel-how he traps him in between admiration and jealousy and the fact that he can't really say that out loud. Jungkook is better than him in everything, and although he's eaten 2130 more bowls of rice than Jungkook, Jimin is still behind in terms of looks, and singing, and dancing, and, apparently, love life. If it weren't for the fact that all his friends are as useless as he is in knowing what to do with girls, and if he didn't so desperately want to impress that Kim Taehyang girl from the cheerleading team, Jimin wouldn't even think about going to Jungkook.
But here he is, not an ounce of pride or honor left in his system, sitting across from Jungkook in an empty classroom, receiving instructions from a boy two years his junior, on how to kiss a girl. Because Jeon Jungkook is the shy boy who is secretly a sex god, one who is said to be capable of turning lesbians straight and straight guys gay. Him asking Jungkook to teach him how to do something as innocent as a kiss is already an insult to himself, and therefore it is safe to say that Jimin must have gone crazy. Is Kim Taehyang really worth all these efforts, really?
Okay, maybe she is.
"Try again," Jungkook nods at him, watching intently, and Jimin repositions himself to start again. "Let her know that you're in control," Jungkook orders as Jimin's lips touch his practice girlfriend. "So, like, exert some force, grab her a little, be a man!" Jungkook adds passionately, and Jimin does as he's told, eyes closed as he grabs the girl he's kissing, with force, hard, and manly, and powerful, and-
A loud pop comes right in front of his face, and Jimin jerks backwards, hands still grabbing the rubbery material that was once his girlfriend. Jungkook stares judgingly at him.
"I didn't mean crush her bones," Jungkook deadpans.
That is it for Jimin-he's not taking any more of this shit. This is too much. "Who uses balloons to practice kissing, anyway?!" he protests, frustrated.
"You just did," Jungkook points out, and Jimin feels like strangling this kid in front of him. Who dares talk back to him, the kid who's been ruining his life ever since he entered this school, stealing his adlibs in the vocal group, his dance prodigy title in dance club.
"That's because you told me to!" Jimin snaps. He can't believe he just let himself be humiliated, once again, by Jeon Jungkook. This kid is impossible. "We could have practiced with the wall, or a pillow, or something, but you said no, a balloon has the best similarity to a human head," he tries his best to imitate the way Jungkook said it, but even for that, he's not good enough. He'll never be as good as Jungkook, no.
Jungkook shrugs. "I'd offer for you to practice with me," he says, calm and direct as if it were nothing, while Jimin's eyes grow wide in shock. "If only you were any good."
It’s probably the surprise, the condescending tone in the words coming out from Jungkook’s mouth, or the need to prove Jungkook wrong. It could have been what he ate for lunch, or maybe even the weather. Jimin can't quite pinpoint what it is that makes him jump off his seat and lunge forward to Jungkook, both hands grabbing the sides of Jungkook's head as he angles his own just right, and starts kissing. He closes his eyes, as he presses his lips on Jungkook's, slow but with force, telling Jungkook that he's in control. And it's funny how Jimin doesn't think of Kim Taehyang's smile when he's kissing Jungkook-in fact, who is Kim Taehyang, he doesn't even remember. All he knows is that it feels so good, the way Jungkook moves his lips to kiss him back, yet another verification that Jeon Jungkook is good at everything. But for once, Jimin doesn't mind.
"Not bad," Jungkook breathes when they finally pull apart. "Maybe open your mouth some more," he adds, smirking, and pulling Jimin in for another kiss.
same difference
namjoon/seokjin
pg-13 | ~867 words
Seokjin wonders if it’s normal to be this curious about a stranger.
note: for the prompt they meet at the same bus stop every day, but never talk. AU., originally posted here
He's late. Again. Seokjin is still getting used to this whole living alone and waking up to an alarm thing. He rushes to the bakery on the corner of his street, because late or not, breakfast is still the most important meal of the day. He puts a chocolate bun in his mouth and speed walks to the bus stop a little further ahead.
That guy is already there. He's no longer wearing his shades-he has beautiful eyes, Seokjin really likes them. He straightened his hair, too. Seokjin takes a seat on the other end of the bench, biting on his bun. The bus should come any minute now.
*
He's late. Again. He's running now, because unfortunately breakfast is less important than the test he's supposed to be taking in fifteen minutes. Seokjin hopes the bus doesn't take long-he really doesn't want to have to retake Advanced Statistics.
That guy is already there, Seokjin notices in between panting. He can't really see the color of the guy's hair today, because he has his hoodie covering his head. His eyes are closed, his feet moving to some beat. Seokjin wonders what he does-he's never seen him take a bus the whole time he meets him there. Seokjin is always the first one to go. Seokjin wonders if it's normal to be this curious about a stranger.
And the bus comes.
*
He's late. Again. Seokjin really needs to stop staying up so late. He rushes to the bakery and the owner is already waiting for him by the door, handing him a chocolate bun with a smile and you can pay for that later. Seokjin bows his thank you and continue running to the bus stop.
The guy is already there, sitting with one hand holding a notepad and the other scribbling with a black pen. Seokjin wonders what he's writing-he looks like he's having so much fun, his hand tapping along to the beat coming from his earphone, pressing the tip of his pen on his mouth when he's thinking, and he grins at times when he seems to be struck by inspiration.
There's a honk coming from the road. The bus is here.
*
He's late. Again. Really, Seokjin? Maybe he should stop making appointments so early in the morning, especially when it is one very unimportant meet up with Hoseok. Seokjin wonders why he bothers showing up on time at all, but he doesn't want to be known as being tardy. He doesn't rush, though-he knows Hoseok would be at least fifteen minutes late, too. He has enough time to get a chocolate bun from the bakery and eat it on the bus stop.
Seokjin frowns. The guy isn't there yet. Seokjin approaches the bench, and oh, the guy is there, after all. He's crouched down on one end of the bench, talking on the phone. A red beanie covers his currently silver hair-it was blond yesterday. Seokjin thinks silver works better. Seokjin really doesn't mean to eavesdrop, but the guy has a shitty phone and he might as well have it on speaker, with the way his caller's voice can be heard from where Seokjin is sitting. Come home, Namjoon, Seokjin manages to catch. Namjoon is a nice name-Seokjin likes the sound of it. I miss you.
He gets to hear the guy's voice while climbing inside the bus. I miss you too, mum. It's low, and hoarse, Seokjin thinks he has a nice voice.
Seokjin smiles in his entire bus ride.
*
He's not late, for once. Seokjin has nowhere to go today-well, it would be ideal if he goes to the library and finish his essays, but that can wait until later. He starts to wonder if he can catch a glimpse of the guy, Namjoon, at the bus stop. Why he wants to, he doesn't really know-maybe he's just got used to starting his day with the sight of the guy at the bus stop, the one who always looks different but somehow feels the same.
He walks leisurely to the bakery, sparing time for coffee, even. This is the way of life, apparently. This is so much more pleasant than rushing and running and being in a hurry every single day. He takes two buns this time, because he actually has time to finish both. He smiles and chats with the lady in the bakery, and finally skips to the bus stop.
Namjoon is already there. No shades and no beanies, and Seokjin is a little embarrassed to say that he notices the way his hair has grown-he used to have shaved sides, not anymore now. He looks so much more beautiful like this, Seokjin thinks shamelessly. He doesn't look as busy, without his notepad and pen, without his earphones. For once, he looks up at Seokjin and flashes him a smile. Seokjin is definitely caught off guard when he returns the smile on impulse.
He hesitates, but Seokjin really hates regretting things, so he squeezes the paper bag on his hand and approaches the other guy.
"Morning," he greets, holding up the paper bag. "Breakfast?"
visual
seokjin-centric
pg-13 | ~435 words
Yes, I definitely think I'm the most handsome, he replies. Smooth and rehearsed, unlike his dance, like everybody always points out.
note: for the prompt how does jin see himself in bangtan?, written half-awake at 4 AM, originally posted here
The cheer is loud, and Seokjin smiles to the crowd, warm although it's cold inside, when he fails to stop himself from counting his name among the others, knowing. Of course, of course. Can barely find his name. The MC is asking something to him. It's this question again, of course it's this question again.
Yes, I definitely think I'm the most handsome, he replies. Smooth and rehearsed, unlike his dance, like everybody always points out.
But what really is the use of being the most handsome? It's merely self defense, Seokjin thinks, when he knows well, how he's almost invisible. How ironic is it that he's supposedly the visual, yet no one is really seeing him.
It's pain, Seokjin thinks, when nobody sees him yet he sees everybody. He sees the golden maknae and wonders how he ends up being the oldest with the least amount of talent. He sees Taehyung and his confidence of being himself on and off stage, and Seokjin would look in the mirror, asking himself if he still have any of himself left inside. He sees Jimin and his charms, happy despite the constant bullying from the others, and Seokjin tries to think of the last time he knew happy. He sees the rappers and their dreams, he sees the pain and the conflict in their lyrics, and Seokjin wonders what his passion is.
Honestly, Seokjin wants to give up the task of waking up the members to someone else. It gives him too much chance, to see how much Hoseok has aged, with all his worries, to hear Yoongi and his occasional sleep talking, hip hop is dead, to notice how tired Namjoon looks each day, especially that day after the hidden camera. It's too much, Seokjin thinks. Too much to ask Namjoon to choose between his dream and his success.
Seokjin wishes he's not the oldest. Seokjin wishes his fellow members aren't naive twenty-year-olds who laugh and act cute on stage for the sake of the fans. Seokjin wishes his fellow members aren't rapper-turned-idols who contemplate daily whether or not they regret their decision.
He wishes that these things are invisible to him, the way he is invisible to the world.
Seokjin really needs to stop waking up early. It gives him too much time alone, it makes him think, it makes him wonder. About what others think of him, how others see him in Bangtan.
But mornings are silent and lonely, and Seokjin realizes, drown in somebody else's talents and charms, overshadowed by passion of the others, even he himself has no idea where he fits.