suga drabble set pt. 1
Jungkook/Suga - if it’s with you, I think I can get into a good college; 377 words
Jungkook depends a lot on Yoongi, in any way possible. It ranges from fixing things to sharing advice about love. Nothing’s new. What the second eldest hyung never expects is that the maknae will ask him about studies, which leaves him staring dumbly at the sets of questions scribbled messily on the paper while the said guy is staring at him with his round, expectant eyes.
“What is this about?”
“Logarithm.” Shit. It just has to be the most complicated thing ever,
“Go ask Namjoon. Don’t come to me when it is such difficult subject!”
“Namjoon hyung is stressing over his composition, so I can’t go to him,” Jungook mumbles, lips pursing in dismay. “And I won’t go to you if it is an easy, problem, hyung. You’re always the best in solving problems, right?”
With a grunt of ‘don’t disturb me’, he shoves the book off his bed and snuggles back into his bed cover. He hears a whine from the younger, followed by a sigh and disappointed footsteps leaving the room.
He ends up going to Jungkook’s room with the answer that night. The boy has been asleep, but he perks up when Yoongi mentions about teaching him how to solve the problems.
It takes half an hour to finish the whole five problems, right when Jin calls them for dinner. Yoongi has that smug smile on his face when Jungkook looks at him with those amazed eyes, ‘as expected for Yoongi-hyung’, he said.
“Hmph. Of course,” he says, explaining that he has to contact his high school friend who’s majoring in math in order to understand those stuffs.
It’s only when they both walk to the dining room that Jungkook finally asks him the very obvious question.
“But, hyung, why didn’t you just let me talk with him instead? It’d be easier and it will take less time!”
Yoongi only responds with a shrug, clearing his throat as he walks ahead to the dining room. He whacks Hoseok across the head when the poor lad asks him on why his face is so red.
He can’t possibly tell Jungkook that he contacted his friend with a particular request of “please teach me some basic logarithm so I can tutor Jungkook.” That’s so not going to happen.
Jin/Suga - get your ass off my shopping cart; 336w
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“Hyung, move your legs a bit.”
The space is tiny, so cramped already with only Seokjin sitting inside it. Yoongi has stepped his wonderful, expensive sneakers into the cart, the freaking shopping cart - it is shaking and oh god he thinks it’ll break anytime soon with both their weights - and there’s no way he’d want to jump off again. The height is surprisingly challenging enough, and his legs are shaking. God.
“We’re supposed to look like we’re having fun, dummy. You look funny, instead,” Seokjin snorts. Yoongi glares at him.
He gets a little more space for his knees, thankfully, when Seokjin shifts backwards and folds his knees against his own chest and woah, he can fold himself into such small shape. Where’s the usually stiff hyung, Yoongi wonders.
Soon, the trail of thoughts flies out of the window when Seokjin grabs a hold of his hips and forces him to sit on the very edge of the metal cart. “Don’t move around so much,” Seokjin warns; his voice alarmed.
Oh. He knows why. He can easily slip in this position and maybe end up with one of his knees in between Seokjin’s legs. Kneeing his hyung in the balls is not listed in their plan for today’s filming.
“I really hate this director.”
“Shush. At least we’re not the one who rides the fiery skateboard,” says Seokjin.
That one’s better! Yoongi screams inside when Taehyung suddenly pops out and starts to push the cart everywhere and Yoongi caught the metal bar just in time before he stumbles forward.
Seokjin laughs, surprisingly, and he does, too. They didn’t notice the camera has rolled again and they captured the moment genuinely. It got to be the best shot.
Yoongi starts to see the fun in this and he knows that Seokjin does, too, the moment he caught the elder’s eyes. He just hopes that they don’t get to the part where he has to get off the cart so soon, because he seriously doesn’t know how to do that.
Suga/V - Time is ticking away; in time!au; 323w
Warning: character death
“Hyung, you’re so cold.”
Yoongi swallows bitterly, trying to keep the small smile on his face when Taehyung looks up to him, eyes expectant though sleepy. He tightens his arms around the smaller frame, giving some effort to keep him warm. What does warmth feel like?
“I’ve been missing your warmth, but you came back cold,” the younger male says again and Yoongi wants to just seal his lips with his own, but then Taehyung will notice that his lips are colder than his whole body. Jin has told him not to do it. He will get busted, the doctor said.
“I’ve lost my sexiness after spending lots of time at the hospital. Maybe I’m not as hot anymore.” He said finally.
Taehyung narrows his eyes a tad bit, as though trying to take Yoongi’s current state more attentively, but Yoongi puts a hand over those curious eyes instead. “Go sleep.”
“Mhm,” Taehyung mumbles, relaxing back in Yoongi’s arm obediently. “You’re still as hot, by the way. Let’s go to the beach tomorrow, hyung. I want to see some skin.”
Shaking with small laughter, Yoongi hums his affirmation. He keeps his ears on the way Taehyung breaths until it grows steady, that way he can lift his hand, shedding the sleeve to look at his bare skin. He sees a red line of “0000:00:0:00:00:07” slowly ticking down by seconds.
He is living a borrowed time. Three hours, it can’t be more than that, Min. He remembers the doctor’s words very well.
But he got to die with Taehyung in his arms. There’s no regret, he thinks while he lets his head fall forward, nose buried into Taehyung’s silver-ish hair as he inhaled his lover’s scent for the last time.
When the last digit turns into 0, he wonders how it feels to die for a second time.
It’s just the same.
a/n: the plan was to write 300ish words - 6 drabbles with each yoongi pairing but meh I got stuck with the other three pairings (idk why every time I write suga/hope somehow it ends up reaching 5000w or so) so maybe the other three will come in pt.2. next year or so. perhaps. idk. I need a muse.
Jungkook depends a lot on Yoongi, in any way possible. It ranges from fixing things to sharing advice about love. Nothing’s new. What the second eldest hyung never expects is that the maknae will ask him about studies, which leaves him staring dumbly at the sets of questions scribbled messily on the paper while the said guy is staring at him with his round, expectant eyes.
“What is this about?”
“Logarithm.” Shit. It just has to be the most complicated thing ever,
“Go ask Namjoon. Don’t come to me when it is such difficult subject!”
“Namjoon hyung is stressing over his composition, so I can’t go to him,” Jungook mumbles, lips pursing in dismay. “And I won’t go to you if it is an easy, problem, hyung. You’re always the best in solving problems, right?”
With a grunt of ‘don’t disturb me’, he shoves the book off his bed and snuggles back into his bed cover. He hears a whine from the younger, followed by a sigh and disappointed footsteps leaving the room.
He ends up going to Jungkook’s room with the answer that night. The boy has been asleep, but he perks up when Yoongi mentions about teaching him how to solve the problems.
It takes half an hour to finish the whole five problems, right when Jin calls them for dinner. Yoongi has that smug smile on his face when Jungkook looks at him with those amazed eyes, ‘as expected for Yoongi-hyung’, he said.
“Hmph. Of course,” he says, explaining that he has to contact his high school friend who’s majoring in math in order to understand those stuffs.
It’s only when they both walk to the dining room that Jungkook finally asks him the very obvious question.
“But, hyung, why didn’t you just let me talk with him instead? It’d be easier and it will take less time!”
Yoongi only responds with a shrug, clearing his throat as he walks ahead to the dining room. He whacks Hoseok across the head when the poor lad asks him on why his face is so red.
He can’t possibly tell Jungkook that he contacted his friend with a particular request of “please teach me some basic logarithm so I can tutor Jungkook.” That’s so not going to happen.
Jin/Suga - get your ass off my shopping cart; 336w
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“Hyung, move your legs a bit.”
The space is tiny, so cramped already with only Seokjin sitting inside it. Yoongi has stepped his wonderful, expensive sneakers into the cart, the freaking shopping cart - it is shaking and oh god he thinks it’ll break anytime soon with both their weights - and there’s no way he’d want to jump off again. The height is surprisingly challenging enough, and his legs are shaking. God.
“We’re supposed to look like we’re having fun, dummy. You look funny, instead,” Seokjin snorts. Yoongi glares at him.
He gets a little more space for his knees, thankfully, when Seokjin shifts backwards and folds his knees against his own chest and woah, he can fold himself into such small shape. Where’s the usually stiff hyung, Yoongi wonders.
Soon, the trail of thoughts flies out of the window when Seokjin grabs a hold of his hips and forces him to sit on the very edge of the metal cart. “Don’t move around so much,” Seokjin warns; his voice alarmed.
Oh. He knows why. He can easily slip in this position and maybe end up with one of his knees in between Seokjin’s legs. Kneeing his hyung in the balls is not listed in their plan for today’s filming.
“I really hate this director.”
“Shush. At least we’re not the one who rides the fiery skateboard,” says Seokjin.
That one’s better! Yoongi screams inside when Taehyung suddenly pops out and starts to push the cart everywhere and Yoongi caught the metal bar just in time before he stumbles forward.
Seokjin laughs, surprisingly, and he does, too. They didn’t notice the camera has rolled again and they captured the moment genuinely. It got to be the best shot.
Yoongi starts to see the fun in this and he knows that Seokjin does, too, the moment he caught the elder’s eyes. He just hopes that they don’t get to the part where he has to get off the cart so soon, because he seriously doesn’t know how to do that.
Suga/V - Time is ticking away; in time!au; 323w
Warning: character death
“Hyung, you’re so cold.”
Yoongi swallows bitterly, trying to keep the small smile on his face when Taehyung looks up to him, eyes expectant though sleepy. He tightens his arms around the smaller frame, giving some effort to keep him warm. What does warmth feel like?
“I’ve been missing your warmth, but you came back cold,” the younger male says again and Yoongi wants to just seal his lips with his own, but then Taehyung will notice that his lips are colder than his whole body. Jin has told him not to do it. He will get busted, the doctor said.
“I’ve lost my sexiness after spending lots of time at the hospital. Maybe I’m not as hot anymore.” He said finally.
Taehyung narrows his eyes a tad bit, as though trying to take Yoongi’s current state more attentively, but Yoongi puts a hand over those curious eyes instead. “Go sleep.”
“Mhm,” Taehyung mumbles, relaxing back in Yoongi’s arm obediently. “You’re still as hot, by the way. Let’s go to the beach tomorrow, hyung. I want to see some skin.”
Shaking with small laughter, Yoongi hums his affirmation. He keeps his ears on the way Taehyung breaths until it grows steady, that way he can lift his hand, shedding the sleeve to look at his bare skin. He sees a red line of “0000:00:0:00:00:07” slowly ticking down by seconds.
He is living a borrowed time. Three hours, it can’t be more than that, Min. He remembers the doctor’s words very well.
But he got to die with Taehyung in his arms. There’s no regret, he thinks while he lets his head fall forward, nose buried into Taehyung’s silver-ish hair as he inhaled his lover’s scent for the last time.
When the last digit turns into 0, he wonders how it feels to die for a second time.
It’s just the same.
a/n: the plan was to write 300ish words - 6 drabbles with each yoongi pairing but meh I got stuck with the other three pairings (idk why every time I write suga/hope somehow it ends up reaching 5000w or so) so maybe the other three will come in pt.2. next year or so. perhaps. idk. I need a muse.