BTS || twice as nice (V/J-Hope, Suga/Jimin)
twice as nice
V/J-Hope, Suga/Jimin
PG, ~2.1k.
Jimin makes Taehyung accompany him on a midnight rendezvous.
In the final minutes of their last class, out of desperation, Jimin promises over his melon bread for the rest of the week. Jimin has been drilling him with the same puppy-eyed stare for over ten hours now, ever since first period, so Taehyung only hesitates for about two seconds before he agrees. Immediately, Jimin grabs his hand and shakes to seal the deal.
"We still have dinner and self-study," reminds Taehyung.
"Yeah, yeah, it's okay," Jimin says quickly. "They'll be there around midnight or one anyway."
Taehyung gives the study book on Jimin's desk a meaningful look. After self-study is cram school, and while they get out by one AM on most days, it's not uncommon for sessions to stretch till two in the morning.
"They'll be there," insists Jimin.
As soon as the tutor lets them go, Jimin darts out of the classroom and into the boys' restroom, banging into a stall. Taehyung is right on his heels. It's one-thirty AM on the dot; Jimin spent the last half hour completely tuned out, jiggling his knee and checking his watch.
Taehyung drops his schoolbag to the floor and shrugs off his blazer. With a speed borne of practice, he unbuttons his school shirt and shucks off his uniform pants, changing into the t-shirt and jeans he always keeps stowed in his locker for when he and Jimin hang out after school. He gingerly unearths his latest favourite snapback, smoothing out the cap, and busts out of the stall to find Jimin already by the sinks and fixing his hair under a beanie.
"Dude." Taehyung claps Jimin's shoulder. "What is this? Are you actually taking me to a meeting?"
Jimin slaps his hand away. "As if any girls would agree to be set up with your ugly mug! Don't be weird, come on, we're late."
"You're weird," Taehyung says to Jimin's departing back.
The sky is black when they exit the school, but the air is warm and the street lights are bright. Several weeks ago, Jimin met a hyung who kicked him off the basketball court where Jimin had been practicing hapkido forms. The next time, the hyung had been short a friend so he invited Jimin to play with them. The time after that, the hyung decided Jimin was so bad at basketball it didn't matter if he made the teams uneven. Taehyung knows all of this because the day after each encounter, Jimin mutters every detail into his straw when they're drinking their morning banana milk. The hyung had apparently invited Jimin to hang out tonight for the first time outside of their chance basketball games, and that's why Taehyung is here instead of in bed with an episode of Fairy Tail. "He's bringing his friend too," Jimin repeats. "So it won't be like, awkward or anything."
"Sure doesn't sound like a date," Taehyung mutters. He's gotten progressively quieter as they near the park where Jimin agreed to meet; Taehyung's not too good with meeting new people, clams up too easy. Also, he thinks Jimin's hyung sounds like a bit of a jerk. Jimin says he's two years older, and studying music in college.
The park is ten minutes away, one of those spacious ones landscaped between apartment complexes, equipped with a small set of children's play structures and a grassy field for the elderly residents to do their morning stretches. Several walk paths lined with benches branch out from the park and between the residential buildings, but everything is deserted at this time of night. A sparse few lamps burn up by the treetops, and only by their rare light does Taehyung see the park isn't completely empty. There are two figures perched on the dome climber. Next to him, Jimin lets out a breath.
The area is so silent they hear the strangers bickering from several feet away. Taehyung shuffles a little closer to Jimin. A dozen kidnap-murder scenarios run through his head. What do college students want with a couple of lame high-schoolers, anyway?
"-have an early class, I can't believe you dragged me out here just to watch you get stood up by some kid."
"I'll fucking kill you, I didn't get stood up-uh shit. Uh." The one on the lower rungs of the climber notices them. He rubs the square of his jaw, and his lanky friend twists around for a look.
Taehyung grabs Jimin's wrist out of instinct and takes a step behind Jimin. Takes another when the one on the lower rungs shoots him a sharp glance. Jimin stops at the grassy edge of the sand plot, a few metres away from the play structure.
The lanky one is gaping. "You said he was in high school!"
"He is in high school!" The first snaps at the same time Jimin yelps, "I am in high school!"
But both the college students are looking skeptical now, and Jimin's forearm tenses up under Taehyung's palms. Jimin's been looking forward to this all day. Taehyung drops in a crouch, swinging his backpack around and fumbling with the zippers. He yanks out his folded blazer, brandishing the colour-striped lapels and school crest. "High school," he says. "Jimin has his too, in his bag." He makes a grab for it, and the lanky one holds up his hands.
"Woah, woah, it's okay. We get it." He laughs and hops off the climber to peer at Taehyung's face. Taehyung leans back. The guy laughs again, bright and pure, and Taehyung's fingers loosen around his blazer. "You're a baby! Wow, cute."
Taehyung repeats slowly: "High school."
"Cute," the guy just says, sounding fond. "I'm Jung Hoseok, college first-year."
"Kim Taehyung, third-year." Taehyung shakes Hoseok's hand. "In high school."
Hoseok points behind him. "Min Yoongi. Don't mind him, he's a sourpuss. And," he says, turning. "You're the Park Jimin I've heard so much about."
Any evidence of Jimin's blush is hidden by the darkness, but Taehyung recognizes the stutter in his voice. "It's nice to meet you. Please take care of me."
"Hoseok is really good at taking care of people." Yoongi drawls. "Park Jiminnie, you're late."
Jimin drops his head. "Sorry, hyung. My cram school ran late."
"That's why I said you should take my phone number, so you can text me next time."
"I didn't want to bother you," Jimin mumbles. Yoongi cuffs him over the head and demands his phone. Taehyung follows them like a tennis match. Watching Yoongi enter his number with unimpressed efficiency, Jimin whining at the side, Taehyung amends his previous assessment. Yoongi still sounds like a bit of a jerk, but his eyes crinkle whenever he thinks Jimin isn't looking.
"Look at these kids, huh," Hoseok whispers in his direction. Taehyung startles and regrets it immediately, but Hoseok just smiles at him. He points at the crumpled blazer still hanging out of Taehyung's bag, and Taehyung hastily stuffs it back in and stands up.
"I heard that, Jung Hoseok." Yoongi says, but he looks at Taehyung. "Yo, Daegu?"
Taehyung nods, surprised. He guesses his accent slipped in his earlier urgency to prove their age, though he's been in Seoul for over two years now.
"Yeah," Yoongi says in a half-growl, corner of his mouth tipped up, and wow, he's every Daegu street hyung Taehyung has ever scrambled past. "Do you play basketball?"
Taehyung nods again, and points at Jimin. "Better than him."
"That's not saying much," says Yoongi. He heads off Jimin's protest with a gentle tug on Jimin's beanie. "Nice hat. Hey, you said you wanted to try sparklers, right?" He crouches, reaching for a bag beneath the dome climber. "I dunno if this is allowed," he continues. "But there was a show tonight, and they had some leftover. This park doesn't get a lot of patrol." Yoongi holds up four sticks.
"Hyung! Cool!" Jimin grabs for one, but Yoongi lifts his hand out of reach. It's a stretch; he's barely taller than Jimin, and when Jimin knocks into him, Yoongi has to resort to stepping up the bottom rung of the climber. Jimin flails like persistent shark bumping against a boat, his shouts drowned by Yoongi's laughter. Taehyung grins along, but after a few seconds he begins to feel out of place.
"Have you used sparklers before?"
Hoseok again. His smile looks new every time. Taehyung shakes his head.
"They're totally safe, if you're worried," Hoseok says. "Last year of high school, eh? How do you guys have time to hang out with us? I remember I was up to my eyes in practice exams last year."
Hoseok talks like he's a cousin Taehyung is meeting for the first time, or the newly-introduced son of a family friend, like he has a reason or responsibility to be kind to Taehyung. The center of Taehyung's chest feels warmer and warmer, burning apart the edges of his shyness. "Jimin gave me his melon bread."
Hoseok bursts out laughing. "Bribery, I'll keep that in mind."
"Don't give him any ideas, Taehyung," Yoongi warns, hopping off the dome climber and running past them towards the swing set. Jimin is right behind him, grabbing for the flickering lighter in Yoongi's left hand.
"Oh my god, don't run with fire!" Hoseok shouts. "Come on." He pats Taehyung's shoulder. "We better make sure they don't combust themselves."
Yoongi and Jimin calm down in the thirty seconds it takes for Hoseok and Taehyung to sprint across the playground sand. They arrive huffing to Yoongi drifting back and forth on one of the swings, Jimin leaning against the bar behind him with the lighter clutched victoriously in his hands.
"What kind of example are you setting for a baby?" Hoseok demands between gasps. Jimin's lips push into an indignant pout, and Taehyung would laugh if he hadn't already adopted the same expression. Hoseok is only a year older than him! No grounds for this kind of infantilization.
Yoongi kicks at the swing next to him, unrepentant. "Here sit down." Hoseok complies and Yoongi hands him a sparkler, keeping one for himself and tossing the other two on the ground. He gestures to Jimin, who snaps the wheel on the lighter. There aren't any street lights near the swing set, and the tiny orange jump of flame illuminates all their faces, casting a peach highlight along the tops of Yoongi's smooth white cheeks and lending the slope of Hoseok's jaw an apricot warmth. Taehyung shuffles closer, drawn as though to a campfire, but without even looking at him Hoseok's hand comes out, presses into his belly to keep him at a safe distance as Jimin touches the fire to the tips of their sticks.
The sparklers burst with a spitting crackle, a rupture of brilliant pinprick stars swallowed by the night. Hoseok cheers, and Taehyung claps too.
"Park Jiminnie." Yoongi points his chin, and Jimin gets the message, stepping back to push Yoongi's swing. "Hoseok, get your munchkin to push you."
Something jumps in Taehyung's stomach, but Hoseok just laughs. "That's rude. He's taller than you."
"I'll turn you into a toad," Yoongi threatens, swinging three feet above the ground and rising, waving his sparkler like a magic wand.
Hoseok smiles down at his buzzing sparkler. "Taehyung-ah, would you mind?"
"Yes," Taehyung says. "I mean, no." He darts behind Hoseok before Hoseok can turn that kind, perplexed smile on him.
It's even darker on this side. The fizzing sparks from Yoongi's sparkler are the closest source of light, and they're eons from the expanse of Hoseok's back, the shadowy drape of his sweatshirt to the belt of his jeans. Hoseok shifts his weight, and the ribbed hem of his hoodie drops to kiss the vinyl swing seat. Taehyung holds his hands out before him, and they seem to disappear in the waiting foot of space.
Hoseok shifts again. He peers over his shoulder. "Taehyung?"
"Ah, I'm sorry," says Taehyung. He puts his hands on Hoseok's shoulderblades. Bony, tight with sinewy muscle, warm. He gives a push. Hoseok swings back too soon, and the second time Taehyung catches him unevenly behind the ribs.
"Oof," Hoseok says, though he's merrily waving his half-burnt sparkler. "Lower maybe?"
The third push is by the waist, and Hoseok sails perfectly.
"Hey," Jimin calls. "I bet I can get 'em higher."
He punctuates his challenge with a particularly hard shove, and Yoongi yelps and drops his dead sparkler five feet in the air.
Taehyung meets Jimin's eyes with a grin, steadying his stance. His next push has Hoseok yelling and grabbing for the swing chains.
"You punks!"
Both Yoongi and Jimin cackle, but Taehyung is louder, his laugh a full-bellied sound like a bird bursting from a reed cage. The night is cooling down, raising goosebumps up Taehyung's bare arms, but his palms are warm, meeting again and again with the fabric against Hoseok's back.
+ two short tumblr drabbles
rap monster/suga/j-hope are a crew of kids who just wanna rap
vague fashion au where suga works for hypebeast
A/N:
- for best beta unni E., who pointed out this picture looks like a double date (who's dating who tho is the real question) (the answer is swingers)
- 'meeting' is a term used for group blind dates in SK
- i'm sry… nothing happens… T__T
V/J-Hope, Suga/Jimin
PG, ~2.1k.
Jimin makes Taehyung accompany him on a midnight rendezvous.
In the final minutes of their last class, out of desperation, Jimin promises over his melon bread for the rest of the week. Jimin has been drilling him with the same puppy-eyed stare for over ten hours now, ever since first period, so Taehyung only hesitates for about two seconds before he agrees. Immediately, Jimin grabs his hand and shakes to seal the deal.
"We still have dinner and self-study," reminds Taehyung.
"Yeah, yeah, it's okay," Jimin says quickly. "They'll be there around midnight or one anyway."
Taehyung gives the study book on Jimin's desk a meaningful look. After self-study is cram school, and while they get out by one AM on most days, it's not uncommon for sessions to stretch till two in the morning.
"They'll be there," insists Jimin.
As soon as the tutor lets them go, Jimin darts out of the classroom and into the boys' restroom, banging into a stall. Taehyung is right on his heels. It's one-thirty AM on the dot; Jimin spent the last half hour completely tuned out, jiggling his knee and checking his watch.
Taehyung drops his schoolbag to the floor and shrugs off his blazer. With a speed borne of practice, he unbuttons his school shirt and shucks off his uniform pants, changing into the t-shirt and jeans he always keeps stowed in his locker for when he and Jimin hang out after school. He gingerly unearths his latest favourite snapback, smoothing out the cap, and busts out of the stall to find Jimin already by the sinks and fixing his hair under a beanie.
"Dude." Taehyung claps Jimin's shoulder. "What is this? Are you actually taking me to a meeting?"
Jimin slaps his hand away. "As if any girls would agree to be set up with your ugly mug! Don't be weird, come on, we're late."
"You're weird," Taehyung says to Jimin's departing back.
The sky is black when they exit the school, but the air is warm and the street lights are bright. Several weeks ago, Jimin met a hyung who kicked him off the basketball court where Jimin had been practicing hapkido forms. The next time, the hyung had been short a friend so he invited Jimin to play with them. The time after that, the hyung decided Jimin was so bad at basketball it didn't matter if he made the teams uneven. Taehyung knows all of this because the day after each encounter, Jimin mutters every detail into his straw when they're drinking their morning banana milk. The hyung had apparently invited Jimin to hang out tonight for the first time outside of their chance basketball games, and that's why Taehyung is here instead of in bed with an episode of Fairy Tail. "He's bringing his friend too," Jimin repeats. "So it won't be like, awkward or anything."
"Sure doesn't sound like a date," Taehyung mutters. He's gotten progressively quieter as they near the park where Jimin agreed to meet; Taehyung's not too good with meeting new people, clams up too easy. Also, he thinks Jimin's hyung sounds like a bit of a jerk. Jimin says he's two years older, and studying music in college.
The park is ten minutes away, one of those spacious ones landscaped between apartment complexes, equipped with a small set of children's play structures and a grassy field for the elderly residents to do their morning stretches. Several walk paths lined with benches branch out from the park and between the residential buildings, but everything is deserted at this time of night. A sparse few lamps burn up by the treetops, and only by their rare light does Taehyung see the park isn't completely empty. There are two figures perched on the dome climber. Next to him, Jimin lets out a breath.
The area is so silent they hear the strangers bickering from several feet away. Taehyung shuffles a little closer to Jimin. A dozen kidnap-murder scenarios run through his head. What do college students want with a couple of lame high-schoolers, anyway?
"-have an early class, I can't believe you dragged me out here just to watch you get stood up by some kid."
"I'll fucking kill you, I didn't get stood up-uh shit. Uh." The one on the lower rungs of the climber notices them. He rubs the square of his jaw, and his lanky friend twists around for a look.
Taehyung grabs Jimin's wrist out of instinct and takes a step behind Jimin. Takes another when the one on the lower rungs shoots him a sharp glance. Jimin stops at the grassy edge of the sand plot, a few metres away from the play structure.
The lanky one is gaping. "You said he was in high school!"
"He is in high school!" The first snaps at the same time Jimin yelps, "I am in high school!"
But both the college students are looking skeptical now, and Jimin's forearm tenses up under Taehyung's palms. Jimin's been looking forward to this all day. Taehyung drops in a crouch, swinging his backpack around and fumbling with the zippers. He yanks out his folded blazer, brandishing the colour-striped lapels and school crest. "High school," he says. "Jimin has his too, in his bag." He makes a grab for it, and the lanky one holds up his hands.
"Woah, woah, it's okay. We get it." He laughs and hops off the climber to peer at Taehyung's face. Taehyung leans back. The guy laughs again, bright and pure, and Taehyung's fingers loosen around his blazer. "You're a baby! Wow, cute."
Taehyung repeats slowly: "High school."
"Cute," the guy just says, sounding fond. "I'm Jung Hoseok, college first-year."
"Kim Taehyung, third-year." Taehyung shakes Hoseok's hand. "In high school."
Hoseok points behind him. "Min Yoongi. Don't mind him, he's a sourpuss. And," he says, turning. "You're the Park Jimin I've heard so much about."
Any evidence of Jimin's blush is hidden by the darkness, but Taehyung recognizes the stutter in his voice. "It's nice to meet you. Please take care of me."
"Hoseok is really good at taking care of people." Yoongi drawls. "Park Jiminnie, you're late."
Jimin drops his head. "Sorry, hyung. My cram school ran late."
"That's why I said you should take my phone number, so you can text me next time."
"I didn't want to bother you," Jimin mumbles. Yoongi cuffs him over the head and demands his phone. Taehyung follows them like a tennis match. Watching Yoongi enter his number with unimpressed efficiency, Jimin whining at the side, Taehyung amends his previous assessment. Yoongi still sounds like a bit of a jerk, but his eyes crinkle whenever he thinks Jimin isn't looking.
"Look at these kids, huh," Hoseok whispers in his direction. Taehyung startles and regrets it immediately, but Hoseok just smiles at him. He points at the crumpled blazer still hanging out of Taehyung's bag, and Taehyung hastily stuffs it back in and stands up.
"I heard that, Jung Hoseok." Yoongi says, but he looks at Taehyung. "Yo, Daegu?"
Taehyung nods, surprised. He guesses his accent slipped in his earlier urgency to prove their age, though he's been in Seoul for over two years now.
"Yeah," Yoongi says in a half-growl, corner of his mouth tipped up, and wow, he's every Daegu street hyung Taehyung has ever scrambled past. "Do you play basketball?"
Taehyung nods again, and points at Jimin. "Better than him."
"That's not saying much," says Yoongi. He heads off Jimin's protest with a gentle tug on Jimin's beanie. "Nice hat. Hey, you said you wanted to try sparklers, right?" He crouches, reaching for a bag beneath the dome climber. "I dunno if this is allowed," he continues. "But there was a show tonight, and they had some leftover. This park doesn't get a lot of patrol." Yoongi holds up four sticks.
"Hyung! Cool!" Jimin grabs for one, but Yoongi lifts his hand out of reach. It's a stretch; he's barely taller than Jimin, and when Jimin knocks into him, Yoongi has to resort to stepping up the bottom rung of the climber. Jimin flails like persistent shark bumping against a boat, his shouts drowned by Yoongi's laughter. Taehyung grins along, but after a few seconds he begins to feel out of place.
"Have you used sparklers before?"
Hoseok again. His smile looks new every time. Taehyung shakes his head.
"They're totally safe, if you're worried," Hoseok says. "Last year of high school, eh? How do you guys have time to hang out with us? I remember I was up to my eyes in practice exams last year."
Hoseok talks like he's a cousin Taehyung is meeting for the first time, or the newly-introduced son of a family friend, like he has a reason or responsibility to be kind to Taehyung. The center of Taehyung's chest feels warmer and warmer, burning apart the edges of his shyness. "Jimin gave me his melon bread."
Hoseok bursts out laughing. "Bribery, I'll keep that in mind."
"Don't give him any ideas, Taehyung," Yoongi warns, hopping off the dome climber and running past them towards the swing set. Jimin is right behind him, grabbing for the flickering lighter in Yoongi's left hand.
"Oh my god, don't run with fire!" Hoseok shouts. "Come on." He pats Taehyung's shoulder. "We better make sure they don't combust themselves."
Yoongi and Jimin calm down in the thirty seconds it takes for Hoseok and Taehyung to sprint across the playground sand. They arrive huffing to Yoongi drifting back and forth on one of the swings, Jimin leaning against the bar behind him with the lighter clutched victoriously in his hands.
"What kind of example are you setting for a baby?" Hoseok demands between gasps. Jimin's lips push into an indignant pout, and Taehyung would laugh if he hadn't already adopted the same expression. Hoseok is only a year older than him! No grounds for this kind of infantilization.
Yoongi kicks at the swing next to him, unrepentant. "Here sit down." Hoseok complies and Yoongi hands him a sparkler, keeping one for himself and tossing the other two on the ground. He gestures to Jimin, who snaps the wheel on the lighter. There aren't any street lights near the swing set, and the tiny orange jump of flame illuminates all their faces, casting a peach highlight along the tops of Yoongi's smooth white cheeks and lending the slope of Hoseok's jaw an apricot warmth. Taehyung shuffles closer, drawn as though to a campfire, but without even looking at him Hoseok's hand comes out, presses into his belly to keep him at a safe distance as Jimin touches the fire to the tips of their sticks.
The sparklers burst with a spitting crackle, a rupture of brilliant pinprick stars swallowed by the night. Hoseok cheers, and Taehyung claps too.
"Park Jiminnie." Yoongi points his chin, and Jimin gets the message, stepping back to push Yoongi's swing. "Hoseok, get your munchkin to push you."
Something jumps in Taehyung's stomach, but Hoseok just laughs. "That's rude. He's taller than you."
"I'll turn you into a toad," Yoongi threatens, swinging three feet above the ground and rising, waving his sparkler like a magic wand.
Hoseok smiles down at his buzzing sparkler. "Taehyung-ah, would you mind?"
"Yes," Taehyung says. "I mean, no." He darts behind Hoseok before Hoseok can turn that kind, perplexed smile on him.
It's even darker on this side. The fizzing sparks from Yoongi's sparkler are the closest source of light, and they're eons from the expanse of Hoseok's back, the shadowy drape of his sweatshirt to the belt of his jeans. Hoseok shifts his weight, and the ribbed hem of his hoodie drops to kiss the vinyl swing seat. Taehyung holds his hands out before him, and they seem to disappear in the waiting foot of space.
Hoseok shifts again. He peers over his shoulder. "Taehyung?"
"Ah, I'm sorry," says Taehyung. He puts his hands on Hoseok's shoulderblades. Bony, tight with sinewy muscle, warm. He gives a push. Hoseok swings back too soon, and the second time Taehyung catches him unevenly behind the ribs.
"Oof," Hoseok says, though he's merrily waving his half-burnt sparkler. "Lower maybe?"
The third push is by the waist, and Hoseok sails perfectly.
"Hey," Jimin calls. "I bet I can get 'em higher."
He punctuates his challenge with a particularly hard shove, and Yoongi yelps and drops his dead sparkler five feet in the air.
Taehyung meets Jimin's eyes with a grin, steadying his stance. His next push has Hoseok yelling and grabbing for the swing chains.
"You punks!"
Both Yoongi and Jimin cackle, but Taehyung is louder, his laugh a full-bellied sound like a bird bursting from a reed cage. The night is cooling down, raising goosebumps up Taehyung's bare arms, but his palms are warm, meeting again and again with the fabric against Hoseok's back.
+ two short tumblr drabbles
rap monster/suga/j-hope are a crew of kids who just wanna rap
vague fashion au where suga works for hypebeast
A/N:
- for best beta unni E., who pointed out this picture looks like a double date (who's dating who tho is the real question) (the answer is swingers)
- 'meeting' is a term used for group blind dates in SK
- i'm sry… nothing happens… T__T