BTS Drabble Dump
Title: On Your Doorstep
Pairing: Suga/Jungkook
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Mentions of homophobia, mild language
Word Count: 1.2k
Summary: With no idea what he's doing, Jeongguk finds himself at Yoongi's dorm room.
Author's Note: A drabble written for the prompt "Hey sorry but I kinda ran away from home so let me stay over tonight."
When Jeongguk shivers, it's from more than the cold. In fact, it's not even that cold to begin with, the spring air finally warming up to a more tolerable temperature. No, instead it's from uncertainty.
He's not sure why this had to happen today, after all that he's managed to get through in the past year. All the pitying stares from his parents, his mom's reassurances that she still loves him, his dad prayers that everything could change. Jeongguk just had to want it, want it for his family and want it for himself.
But he doesn't want it, at all.
He doesn't care that he's gay.
They had been sitting down for dinner, an awkward event ever since Jeongguk's parents had found out his sexual preference, eating quietly. Jeongguk had been content with this, tired from preparing for finals and having little patience for answering any of his parents inquires.
Perhaps that's why he finally broke, decided enough was enough. Because when his mom finally did open her mouth, it wasn't to ask him how his day had been.
"Jeonggukkie," she said sweetly, smiling at him as though nothing was wrong. "I talked to Father Kim and he agreed to meet with you on Saturday, so we're all going down to the church together. We can make it through this Honey." She ends the statement with a hand over his, intending it to be comforting even though it's not.
"I have finals coming up, Mom. I need to be studying this weekend." It's a flimsy excuse, his finals not for another month which his mother surely knew.
"It's just one day," came his father's gruff voice. "You can spare one day away from your studies, you're smart enough that it shouldn't impact your grades."
Jeongguk bit his lip and refused to answer, not seeing any point. There was only one thing his parents were interested in hearing, and it was nothing he was interested in saying.
That's how he found himself slipping out of the house silently, wallet and bus pass securely in his pocket as soon as his parents were in bed.
He's been on the bus for over 30 minutes now, his destination so close.
He wondered what Yoongi would say when he showed up on his doorstop, no doubt already asleep. Jeongguk would feel bad about waking him up if his boyfriend didn't spend most of his time outside of classes sleeping.
Yoongi would probably scold him, berate him for acting so rashly without calling the older first. But Jeongguk needed to get out of the house, something he hoped the other would understand.
By the time the bus pulled up to Yoongi's university, Jeongguk felt like he swallowed a rock. He was already going to be in so much trouble if his parents found out, he didn't want Yoongi to be mad at him too.
While walking up the stairs to Yoongi's floor, Jeongguk started preparing a speech. Rehearsing it helped keep him calm, just like how practicing for class presentations helped keep him focused.
Once at Yoongi's door, Jeongguk had managed to push most of the nervousness aside, prepared for any question Yoongi might throw his way.
What he was not prepared for, was the sudden burn behind his eyes when Yoongi did open the door or how his voice choked up when he tried to say hi.
"Jeongguk?" Despite how tired he appears, Yoongi sounds alarmed. Whether he's alarmed at Jeongguk's presence or how upset the younger is (or maybe both), Jeongguk isn't sure.
"Sorry, Hyung. I know it's late and that you weren't expecting me, but I had to see you." The words come tumbling out of his mouth, in a rush that Jeongguk wouldn't be surprised if Yoongi didn't understand half of them.
"Why don't you come inside, we can talk easier in here." Yoongi speaks softly, curling a hand loosely around Jeongguk's arm, gently dragging him into the small dorm room.
The first thing Jeongguk notices is that Yoongi's roommate, Seokjin, is missing. When asked, Yoongi mumbles something about his roommate spending the night with a friend and Jeongguk doesn't pry any further.
"Alright, should we start with why your knocking on my door at eleven o'clock at night? On a school night at that." Yoongi tries to pass it off humorously, one side of his lips quirked up attractively. Not that Jeongguk was really in the presence of mind to notice.
"I'm sick of it, Hyung." It's amazing what five simple words can do, a sense of relief swelling within Jeongguk's chest. He feels lighter already, having finally gotten that off his mind, and ignores a tell-tale trickle sliding down his cheek. "Everyday, it's all they can talk about. How everything is going to be okay, as long as I want to change it'll happen. But I don't!" Jeongguk ducks his head when his voice cracks.
He feels a hand cup his cheek, a thumb wiping away mosture beneath his eyes. Yoongi says quiet, but looks at him in encouragement, silently urging him on.
"I don't, but I can't tell them that. And I know you already know this, Hyung. I didn't come here to unload this on you again. I just needed to get a way, just for a little while. And I wasn't really thinking about where I was going, but I was on the bus, and please don't make me go back tonight. Please let me stay here with you, please," Jeongguk stumbles, mildly embarrassed over the rambling he just did, but the words wouldn't stop coming.
"Hey now, deep breath," Yoongi coaches, caressing Jeongguk's cheekbone with his still present thumb. "Like I said, it's eleven at night, I'm not sending you back this late. Even it if you had shown up earlier, I wouldn't make you go back. You're already an adult, Jeongguk, you can make you're own choices."
Jeongguk snorts. "Almost an adult, I still have a month before I graduate."
Yoongi rolls his eyes and uses his free hand to shove at Jeongguk's shoulder. "Alright then, you'll be an adult once you graduate despite having turned 18 back in September. Is that better?"
"Yes, much." It's a silly thing to find funny, but Jeongguk can't help but break out in breathless giggles.
Yoongi smiles fondly at him. "As I was saying, you're nearly an adult, you can make you're own decisions now. If you want to stay, you're more than welcome to."
Jeongguk nods gratefully, causing Yoongi to chuckle.
"Well then, now that your highness has been appeased, I'd like to go back to bed." Yoongi slings an arm around the younger's shoulders and drags him into his side. "Since you interrupted my sleep, you can make it up to me by laying with me."
"Yes your majesty," Jeongguk teases. He nearly falls out of the bed trying to escape from Yoongi's pinching fingers.
"Don't get sassy now, I'm letting you stay the night."
While Yoongi crawls underneath his covers, Jeongguk tosses his shirt and pants aside. Once the two settle, Jeongguk curling his taller frame up into Yoongi, a sense of peace washes over him.
As much as he dislikes having to deal with his parents right now, he's only months away from moving away. As long as he keeps his grades up, he'll be spending his first semester at university right here with Yoongi.
Title: Good Morning, Beautiful
Pairing: Rap Monster/Jin
Rating: PG
Warning: Fluff, mentions of past alcohol consumption
Word Count: 713w
Summary: Sometimes Namjoon can't help himself from admiring Seokjin.
Author's Note: A drabble written for the prompts: "Why are you staring at me?" and "You're so embarrassing ugh . . ."
When harsh sunlight becomes too much to ignore, piercing through the thin skin of Namjoon's eyelids, Namjoon gives up trying to fall back asleep. He wants to grumble, limbs still weighted down by fatigue, but doing so would require energy he doesn't want to spare. Instead he lets out a whine, one which he will never admit to making, and goes to roll over so his precious eyes aren't being attacked.
Waking up that morning wouldn't be so bad if Seokjin and he hadn't gotten back so late, having attended their friends' dance competition and later celebration. It was well after midnight when they stumbled in, slightly tipsy, and dropping exhaustedly into bed. Without, apparently, closing the curtains much to Namjoon's current chagrin.
Namjoon doesn't get very far in his efforts to escape the sunlight, his foot accidentally bumping into something solid and warm while trying to turn. From next to him, Seokjin groans, the noise loud in the quiet space of their bedroom. Freezing, Namjoon holds his breath until he doesn't hear any more movement from the other. Once he's certain his boyfriend is still asleep, he lets out a sigh of relief and finally attempts to pry his eyes open.
It's not easy, sunbeams still shining obscenely bright in his face, but after a few moments of rapid blinking Namjoon manages to squint. Across from him, Namjoon can make out Seokjin's blurry form slowly coming into focus.
Seokjin is facing him, eyes still shut and plush lips slack so puffs of warm air can escape. In sleep, the older looks nothing but peaceful and content, one arm curled inwards so that his hand is resting by his chin. With their bedroom window behind him, Namjoon can't help but notice the glow in his dark brown hair, or how the tips of his eyelashes seem to be illuminated.
Namjoon doesn't think too much when he reaches forward, carefully brushing fingertips across Seokjin's cheek and marveling at how soft his skin is. It's funny how when they had first started dating, the sight of Seokjin sent nervous jitters through Namjoon's body, but now that's not the case. Instead, a deep feeling of peace settles over Namjoon, as though his body and mind knows that he's exactly where he needs to be. Where he wants to be.
He lets his fingers trace a path from Seokjin's check to his nose, following the ridge until he's finally touching his boyfriend's lips. So focused on watching his fingers move, Namjoon doesn't notice that Seokjin isn't as asleep as he thought until plush lips twitch up at the corners beneath his fingertips. When he looks up, Seokjin is staring at him drowsily, blinking away his own fatigue.
"What are you doing?" Seokjin asks, his sleep husky voice sending a shiver through Namjoon.
"Admiring you," is his brutality honest answer.
Seokjin's cheeks flush pink, hand coming up to bat Namjoon's away from his face. "Stop it, why are you so embarrassing," he groans, turning his head to bury his face into a pillow.
Namjoon grins cheekily. "I can't help it, have you seen your self recently? You're really hot, you know that, right? Smoking hot."
"Namjoon!" Seokjin whines, shoving at his shoulder roughly. "Do you want me to shove you out of this bed, because I will."
"I can't help it babe, waking up with you next to me just makes me so happy." Namjoon scoots closer, wrapping an arm around Seokjin's narrow waist to pull him in. He plants a kiss on a soft cheek, enjoying the annoyed huff it earns him. Namjoon will never admit to how much pleasure he gets from teasing his boyfriend.
"Shut up. I wasn't joking, I really will kick you from this bed," Seokjin threatens. "Besides, we've been waking up together for almost a year now, hasn't the novelty worn off by now?"
"Not at all. I like to think it's just starting."
Perhaps Namjoon shouldn't have underestimated Seokjin, for the next moment finds him flat on the floor, head having just barely escaped a collision with his nightstand. Seokjin is staring down at him, cheeks dark pink, and Namjoon can't help but smile.
It's a good thing Seokjin has never been able to stay mad at him.
Title: Hell No You're Not
Pairing: Suga/Jungkook
Rating: PG13
Warning: Some language
Word Count: 600w
Summary: When nervous, sometimes Jeongguk speaks without thinking about what he's saying.
Author's Note: A drabble written for the prompt: "What do you mean you're not attractive whatthefuck."
End of the year performances are always stressful, no one's exempt from this. Not Yoongi, and certainly not Jeongguk who is currently pacing back and forth as he prepares for his special performance with Zion.T sunbae.
Yoongi watches him carefully, Jeongguk's hands fidgeting restlessly with anything that got in their way. From the sleeves of his fluffy looking sweater, to his cuticles when the stylist noonas weren't fast enough to intercept him.
It's an endearing nervous tick, and Yoongi can't stop himself from smiling fondly. Even from across the backstage area, Yoongi can feel the nervous energy pouring out of Bangtan's maknae. But perhaps that's because Jeongguk has spent the last two weeks talking about nothing but this performance and his worries of screwing up.
There's a camera filming the younger boy now, Yoongi thinks it's for the Bangtan Bombs, and he slowly makes his way over. Perhaps some reassurance is just what Jeongguk needs right now to settle down.
When he gets close enough to make out what the maknae is saying, Yoongi can't help but listen in.
"Oh, I'm so nervous. I hope I don't mess up," he rambles, fingers picking at the hem of his sleeves again. "What am I going to do?"
Jeongguk turns a little, further away from Yoongi so he doesn't spot the older approaching. He's checking himself out in the display, fingers briefly coming up to touch his hair.
"Ah, why am I so ugly? I can't mess this up for sunbae."
The statement stuns Yoongi, who pauses in his advance to stare at Jeongguk dumbly.
Ugly? What the fuck? Hell no.
He waits until the camera moves away, having spotted Hoseok and Taehyung fooling around, and shoves at Jeongguk's shoulder harder than admittedly necessary.
Jeongguk looks up in surprise from his stumble, mouth slightly parted. "Hyung?"
"Ugly, Jeongguk? Really?" Even Yoongi is surprised by how irritated he sounds.
His words have Jeongguk flushing pink, hands uselessly grappling with each other. "You weren't supposed to hear that."
"Is that supposed to make me feel better, because it doesn't," Yoongi retorts.
"Sorry, Hyung."
Yoongi lets out a heavy sigh. "Don't apologize to me." He takes a moment to study Jeongguk before continuing. "Look, I know you're nervous, but that's not a good reason to say that kind of thing about yourself.
"You're going to go on that stage, give the best performance you can, and wow everyone. While you're up there fans will be screaming and going crazy because of your voice. And. Because. You're. Goddamn. Handsome." Yoongi emphasises his point by poking Jeongguk's chest aggressively for the last five words.
"Oh. Thank you, Hyung." Jeongguk ducks his head shyly, the blush on his face darkening.
Curling a reassuring hand around Jeongguk's arm, Yoongi gives the flesh a comforting squeeze. "Look, all I really want you to do right now is go out there and enjoy yourself. All you've been able to talk about recently is how this is a once in a life time experience, don't ruin it by doubting yourself now. You were picked for this collaboration stage for a reason."
Looking much happier, and significantly less jittery, Jeongguk smiles brightly at him. "Thanks, Hyung. You're right."
"Damn right I am." Yoongi pulls him into a hug, only briefly annoyed that he's shorter, and uses their closeness to disguise when he presses his lips against the side of Jeongguk's throat. "Go out there and kill it, Jeonggukkie."
Later, when it's time for Jeongguk to step out on stage, he flashes Yoongi a bright smile and the older knows that everything is going to be alright.
Title: Accidental Confession
Pairing: V/Jungkook
Rating: G
Warning: Fluffy cuteness
Word Count: 750w
Summary: Sometimes Taehyung wishes he had a better brain to mouth filter, but sometimes things work out just fine in the end.
Author's Note: A drabble written for the prompt: "Wait what did you just say you love me."
Taehyung is done with staring at notes for his linguistics class, or so he wishes. Why he thought taking an introductory course on linguistics was a good idea to fill an elective he has no idea. With finals just around the corner, next week to be more specific, Taehyung has done nothing but study, study, and even more studying. He's done so much studying that if he hasn't memorized everything he needs to know, it's only because the knowledge has since fallen out of his head. Because that's a thing that can happen. Yeah.
More than feeling like he's stuffed his head full of useless knowledge that he'll never need though, Taehyung is more upset by the fact that he hasn't seen Jeongguk in a whole four days. Sure they've been texting back and forth, have even made a call or two, but it's not the same as getting to see his boyfriend in the flesh. It's not the same as holding his hand or kissing him so hard that Jeongguk's smile is almost all teeth. Such cute teeth.
Pouting, Taehyung closes his notebook and swivels his chair away from his desk. The pout quickly dissipates when Taehyung remembers the text his boyfriend sent him earlier, a quick promise to stop by after basketball practice with food. He's just getting ready to check the clock in his room, when there's a quiet knock at his door. Just in time, as Taehyung had no intention of studying for another minute without putting food in his stomach first.
He jumps from his chair, practically skips to the doorway, and throws it open with a bright smile. On the other side of the doorway Jeongguk jumps in surprise from his enthusiastic welcome, and let's himself be pulled into the small singles dorm room.
Taehyung wastes no time in pushing Jeongguk against his now shut door and sealing his lips against Jeongguk's, drinking in the other's quiet moans. Only when his lips start to tingle from the constant pressure, and a particularly loud rumble comes from his stomach, does Taehyung pull away. He grins at Jeongguk's flushed face; taking in the other's freshly showered appearance based on his damp hair, and outfit of sweats and a baggy t-shirt.
"Hey," he finally greets.
Jeongguk snorts. "Hey you too."
"I missed you, why did we agree to wait this long to meet up?" Taehyung's pout is back full force, only this time he has someone to direct it to.
"It was only four days, you should have had more than enough study material to keep you preoccupied." Jeongguk looks away with pink cheeks, his hand that is intertwined with Taehyung's squeezes briefly. "But I missed you too."
Taehyung's smile widens, and he finally pulls his boyfriend further into his room. "So, you mentioned that you were bringing food?" He exaggerates smelling the air, looking directly to Jeongguk's other hand that's holding onto a bag.
"I did," Jeongguk smiles at him, holding the bag out for Taehyung to take. "I went to that tteokbokki stand you really like, the one just off campus."
Moaning in delight, Taehyung does just that, grabbing the bag and setting it on his desk. He pulls out a container, still warm, and what he says next just slips out of his mouth. Without his permission, he'd like to add.
"Oh man, I love you."
For the record, Taehyung and Jeongguk have only been dating for just over three months. During that time, not once have they said 'I love you' to each other. The fact that it slipped out at all has Taehyung feeling flustered, sneaking a peak at Jeongguk cautiously from the corner of his eye.
His boyfriend is frozen for a moment, then he's shaking his head and reaching forward for the container with a fond smile. "Really, Tae? Over food?"
He clearly means it to be teasing, and Taehyung can't help the relieved chuckle that slips out. "Is there ever a good time for something like that?"
Jeongguk looks thoughtful for a moment. "No, I guess not. But even you have to admit that the way that slipped out, was such a you way to confess."
Taehyung laughs, leaning into Jeongguk to knock their shoulders against each other. It may not have been a confession back, but he's okay with that. Jeongguk worked at his own pace, he'd say it back when he was ready.
And Taehyung is willing to wait, because Jeongguk is more than worth it.
Pairing: Suga/Jungkook
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Mentions of homophobia, mild language
Word Count: 1.2k
Summary: With no idea what he's doing, Jeongguk finds himself at Yoongi's dorm room.
Author's Note: A drabble written for the prompt "Hey sorry but I kinda ran away from home so let me stay over tonight."
When Jeongguk shivers, it's from more than the cold. In fact, it's not even that cold to begin with, the spring air finally warming up to a more tolerable temperature. No, instead it's from uncertainty.
He's not sure why this had to happen today, after all that he's managed to get through in the past year. All the pitying stares from his parents, his mom's reassurances that she still loves him, his dad prayers that everything could change. Jeongguk just had to want it, want it for his family and want it for himself.
But he doesn't want it, at all.
He doesn't care that he's gay.
They had been sitting down for dinner, an awkward event ever since Jeongguk's parents had found out his sexual preference, eating quietly. Jeongguk had been content with this, tired from preparing for finals and having little patience for answering any of his parents inquires.
Perhaps that's why he finally broke, decided enough was enough. Because when his mom finally did open her mouth, it wasn't to ask him how his day had been.
"Jeonggukkie," she said sweetly, smiling at him as though nothing was wrong. "I talked to Father Kim and he agreed to meet with you on Saturday, so we're all going down to the church together. We can make it through this Honey." She ends the statement with a hand over his, intending it to be comforting even though it's not.
"I have finals coming up, Mom. I need to be studying this weekend." It's a flimsy excuse, his finals not for another month which his mother surely knew.
"It's just one day," came his father's gruff voice. "You can spare one day away from your studies, you're smart enough that it shouldn't impact your grades."
Jeongguk bit his lip and refused to answer, not seeing any point. There was only one thing his parents were interested in hearing, and it was nothing he was interested in saying.
That's how he found himself slipping out of the house silently, wallet and bus pass securely in his pocket as soon as his parents were in bed.
He's been on the bus for over 30 minutes now, his destination so close.
He wondered what Yoongi would say when he showed up on his doorstop, no doubt already asleep. Jeongguk would feel bad about waking him up if his boyfriend didn't spend most of his time outside of classes sleeping.
Yoongi would probably scold him, berate him for acting so rashly without calling the older first. But Jeongguk needed to get out of the house, something he hoped the other would understand.
By the time the bus pulled up to Yoongi's university, Jeongguk felt like he swallowed a rock. He was already going to be in so much trouble if his parents found out, he didn't want Yoongi to be mad at him too.
While walking up the stairs to Yoongi's floor, Jeongguk started preparing a speech. Rehearsing it helped keep him calm, just like how practicing for class presentations helped keep him focused.
Once at Yoongi's door, Jeongguk had managed to push most of the nervousness aside, prepared for any question Yoongi might throw his way.
What he was not prepared for, was the sudden burn behind his eyes when Yoongi did open the door or how his voice choked up when he tried to say hi.
"Jeongguk?" Despite how tired he appears, Yoongi sounds alarmed. Whether he's alarmed at Jeongguk's presence or how upset the younger is (or maybe both), Jeongguk isn't sure.
"Sorry, Hyung. I know it's late and that you weren't expecting me, but I had to see you." The words come tumbling out of his mouth, in a rush that Jeongguk wouldn't be surprised if Yoongi didn't understand half of them.
"Why don't you come inside, we can talk easier in here." Yoongi speaks softly, curling a hand loosely around Jeongguk's arm, gently dragging him into the small dorm room.
The first thing Jeongguk notices is that Yoongi's roommate, Seokjin, is missing. When asked, Yoongi mumbles something about his roommate spending the night with a friend and Jeongguk doesn't pry any further.
"Alright, should we start with why your knocking on my door at eleven o'clock at night? On a school night at that." Yoongi tries to pass it off humorously, one side of his lips quirked up attractively. Not that Jeongguk was really in the presence of mind to notice.
"I'm sick of it, Hyung." It's amazing what five simple words can do, a sense of relief swelling within Jeongguk's chest. He feels lighter already, having finally gotten that off his mind, and ignores a tell-tale trickle sliding down his cheek. "Everyday, it's all they can talk about. How everything is going to be okay, as long as I want to change it'll happen. But I don't!" Jeongguk ducks his head when his voice cracks.
He feels a hand cup his cheek, a thumb wiping away mosture beneath his eyes. Yoongi says quiet, but looks at him in encouragement, silently urging him on.
"I don't, but I can't tell them that. And I know you already know this, Hyung. I didn't come here to unload this on you again. I just needed to get a way, just for a little while. And I wasn't really thinking about where I was going, but I was on the bus, and please don't make me go back tonight. Please let me stay here with you, please," Jeongguk stumbles, mildly embarrassed over the rambling he just did, but the words wouldn't stop coming.
"Hey now, deep breath," Yoongi coaches, caressing Jeongguk's cheekbone with his still present thumb. "Like I said, it's eleven at night, I'm not sending you back this late. Even it if you had shown up earlier, I wouldn't make you go back. You're already an adult, Jeongguk, you can make you're own choices."
Jeongguk snorts. "Almost an adult, I still have a month before I graduate."
Yoongi rolls his eyes and uses his free hand to shove at Jeongguk's shoulder. "Alright then, you'll be an adult once you graduate despite having turned 18 back in September. Is that better?"
"Yes, much." It's a silly thing to find funny, but Jeongguk can't help but break out in breathless giggles.
Yoongi smiles fondly at him. "As I was saying, you're nearly an adult, you can make you're own decisions now. If you want to stay, you're more than welcome to."
Jeongguk nods gratefully, causing Yoongi to chuckle.
"Well then, now that your highness has been appeased, I'd like to go back to bed." Yoongi slings an arm around the younger's shoulders and drags him into his side. "Since you interrupted my sleep, you can make it up to me by laying with me."
"Yes your majesty," Jeongguk teases. He nearly falls out of the bed trying to escape from Yoongi's pinching fingers.
"Don't get sassy now, I'm letting you stay the night."
While Yoongi crawls underneath his covers, Jeongguk tosses his shirt and pants aside. Once the two settle, Jeongguk curling his taller frame up into Yoongi, a sense of peace washes over him.
As much as he dislikes having to deal with his parents right now, he's only months away from moving away. As long as he keeps his grades up, he'll be spending his first semester at university right here with Yoongi.
Title: Good Morning, Beautiful
Pairing: Rap Monster/Jin
Rating: PG
Warning: Fluff, mentions of past alcohol consumption
Word Count: 713w
Summary: Sometimes Namjoon can't help himself from admiring Seokjin.
Author's Note: A drabble written for the prompts: "Why are you staring at me?" and "You're so embarrassing ugh . . ."
When harsh sunlight becomes too much to ignore, piercing through the thin skin of Namjoon's eyelids, Namjoon gives up trying to fall back asleep. He wants to grumble, limbs still weighted down by fatigue, but doing so would require energy he doesn't want to spare. Instead he lets out a whine, one which he will never admit to making, and goes to roll over so his precious eyes aren't being attacked.
Waking up that morning wouldn't be so bad if Seokjin and he hadn't gotten back so late, having attended their friends' dance competition and later celebration. It was well after midnight when they stumbled in, slightly tipsy, and dropping exhaustedly into bed. Without, apparently, closing the curtains much to Namjoon's current chagrin.
Namjoon doesn't get very far in his efforts to escape the sunlight, his foot accidentally bumping into something solid and warm while trying to turn. From next to him, Seokjin groans, the noise loud in the quiet space of their bedroom. Freezing, Namjoon holds his breath until he doesn't hear any more movement from the other. Once he's certain his boyfriend is still asleep, he lets out a sigh of relief and finally attempts to pry his eyes open.
It's not easy, sunbeams still shining obscenely bright in his face, but after a few moments of rapid blinking Namjoon manages to squint. Across from him, Namjoon can make out Seokjin's blurry form slowly coming into focus.
Seokjin is facing him, eyes still shut and plush lips slack so puffs of warm air can escape. In sleep, the older looks nothing but peaceful and content, one arm curled inwards so that his hand is resting by his chin. With their bedroom window behind him, Namjoon can't help but notice the glow in his dark brown hair, or how the tips of his eyelashes seem to be illuminated.
Namjoon doesn't think too much when he reaches forward, carefully brushing fingertips across Seokjin's cheek and marveling at how soft his skin is. It's funny how when they had first started dating, the sight of Seokjin sent nervous jitters through Namjoon's body, but now that's not the case. Instead, a deep feeling of peace settles over Namjoon, as though his body and mind knows that he's exactly where he needs to be. Where he wants to be.
He lets his fingers trace a path from Seokjin's check to his nose, following the ridge until he's finally touching his boyfriend's lips. So focused on watching his fingers move, Namjoon doesn't notice that Seokjin isn't as asleep as he thought until plush lips twitch up at the corners beneath his fingertips. When he looks up, Seokjin is staring at him drowsily, blinking away his own fatigue.
"What are you doing?" Seokjin asks, his sleep husky voice sending a shiver through Namjoon.
"Admiring you," is his brutality honest answer.
Seokjin's cheeks flush pink, hand coming up to bat Namjoon's away from his face. "Stop it, why are you so embarrassing," he groans, turning his head to bury his face into a pillow.
Namjoon grins cheekily. "I can't help it, have you seen your self recently? You're really hot, you know that, right? Smoking hot."
"Namjoon!" Seokjin whines, shoving at his shoulder roughly. "Do you want me to shove you out of this bed, because I will."
"I can't help it babe, waking up with you next to me just makes me so happy." Namjoon scoots closer, wrapping an arm around Seokjin's narrow waist to pull him in. He plants a kiss on a soft cheek, enjoying the annoyed huff it earns him. Namjoon will never admit to how much pleasure he gets from teasing his boyfriend.
"Shut up. I wasn't joking, I really will kick you from this bed," Seokjin threatens. "Besides, we've been waking up together for almost a year now, hasn't the novelty worn off by now?"
"Not at all. I like to think it's just starting."
Perhaps Namjoon shouldn't have underestimated Seokjin, for the next moment finds him flat on the floor, head having just barely escaped a collision with his nightstand. Seokjin is staring down at him, cheeks dark pink, and Namjoon can't help but smile.
It's a good thing Seokjin has never been able to stay mad at him.
Title: Hell No You're Not
Pairing: Suga/Jungkook
Rating: PG13
Warning: Some language
Word Count: 600w
Summary: When nervous, sometimes Jeongguk speaks without thinking about what he's saying.
Author's Note: A drabble written for the prompt: "What do you mean you're not attractive whatthefuck."
End of the year performances are always stressful, no one's exempt from this. Not Yoongi, and certainly not Jeongguk who is currently pacing back and forth as he prepares for his special performance with Zion.T sunbae.
Yoongi watches him carefully, Jeongguk's hands fidgeting restlessly with anything that got in their way. From the sleeves of his fluffy looking sweater, to his cuticles when the stylist noonas weren't fast enough to intercept him.
It's an endearing nervous tick, and Yoongi can't stop himself from smiling fondly. Even from across the backstage area, Yoongi can feel the nervous energy pouring out of Bangtan's maknae. But perhaps that's because Jeongguk has spent the last two weeks talking about nothing but this performance and his worries of screwing up.
There's a camera filming the younger boy now, Yoongi thinks it's for the Bangtan Bombs, and he slowly makes his way over. Perhaps some reassurance is just what Jeongguk needs right now to settle down.
When he gets close enough to make out what the maknae is saying, Yoongi can't help but listen in.
"Oh, I'm so nervous. I hope I don't mess up," he rambles, fingers picking at the hem of his sleeves again. "What am I going to do?"
Jeongguk turns a little, further away from Yoongi so he doesn't spot the older approaching. He's checking himself out in the display, fingers briefly coming up to touch his hair.
"Ah, why am I so ugly? I can't mess this up for sunbae."
The statement stuns Yoongi, who pauses in his advance to stare at Jeongguk dumbly.
Ugly? What the fuck? Hell no.
He waits until the camera moves away, having spotted Hoseok and Taehyung fooling around, and shoves at Jeongguk's shoulder harder than admittedly necessary.
Jeongguk looks up in surprise from his stumble, mouth slightly parted. "Hyung?"
"Ugly, Jeongguk? Really?" Even Yoongi is surprised by how irritated he sounds.
His words have Jeongguk flushing pink, hands uselessly grappling with each other. "You weren't supposed to hear that."
"Is that supposed to make me feel better, because it doesn't," Yoongi retorts.
"Sorry, Hyung."
Yoongi lets out a heavy sigh. "Don't apologize to me." He takes a moment to study Jeongguk before continuing. "Look, I know you're nervous, but that's not a good reason to say that kind of thing about yourself.
"You're going to go on that stage, give the best performance you can, and wow everyone. While you're up there fans will be screaming and going crazy because of your voice. And. Because. You're. Goddamn. Handsome." Yoongi emphasises his point by poking Jeongguk's chest aggressively for the last five words.
"Oh. Thank you, Hyung." Jeongguk ducks his head shyly, the blush on his face darkening.
Curling a reassuring hand around Jeongguk's arm, Yoongi gives the flesh a comforting squeeze. "Look, all I really want you to do right now is go out there and enjoy yourself. All you've been able to talk about recently is how this is a once in a life time experience, don't ruin it by doubting yourself now. You were picked for this collaboration stage for a reason."
Looking much happier, and significantly less jittery, Jeongguk smiles brightly at him. "Thanks, Hyung. You're right."
"Damn right I am." Yoongi pulls him into a hug, only briefly annoyed that he's shorter, and uses their closeness to disguise when he presses his lips against the side of Jeongguk's throat. "Go out there and kill it, Jeonggukkie."
Later, when it's time for Jeongguk to step out on stage, he flashes Yoongi a bright smile and the older knows that everything is going to be alright.
Title: Accidental Confession
Pairing: V/Jungkook
Rating: G
Warning: Fluffy cuteness
Word Count: 750w
Summary: Sometimes Taehyung wishes he had a better brain to mouth filter, but sometimes things work out just fine in the end.
Author's Note: A drabble written for the prompt: "Wait what did you just say you love me."
Taehyung is done with staring at notes for his linguistics class, or so he wishes. Why he thought taking an introductory course on linguistics was a good idea to fill an elective he has no idea. With finals just around the corner, next week to be more specific, Taehyung has done nothing but study, study, and even more studying. He's done so much studying that if he hasn't memorized everything he needs to know, it's only because the knowledge has since fallen out of his head. Because that's a thing that can happen. Yeah.
More than feeling like he's stuffed his head full of useless knowledge that he'll never need though, Taehyung is more upset by the fact that he hasn't seen Jeongguk in a whole four days. Sure they've been texting back and forth, have even made a call or two, but it's not the same as getting to see his boyfriend in the flesh. It's not the same as holding his hand or kissing him so hard that Jeongguk's smile is almost all teeth. Such cute teeth.
Pouting, Taehyung closes his notebook and swivels his chair away from his desk. The pout quickly dissipates when Taehyung remembers the text his boyfriend sent him earlier, a quick promise to stop by after basketball practice with food. He's just getting ready to check the clock in his room, when there's a quiet knock at his door. Just in time, as Taehyung had no intention of studying for another minute without putting food in his stomach first.
He jumps from his chair, practically skips to the doorway, and throws it open with a bright smile. On the other side of the doorway Jeongguk jumps in surprise from his enthusiastic welcome, and let's himself be pulled into the small singles dorm room.
Taehyung wastes no time in pushing Jeongguk against his now shut door and sealing his lips against Jeongguk's, drinking in the other's quiet moans. Only when his lips start to tingle from the constant pressure, and a particularly loud rumble comes from his stomach, does Taehyung pull away. He grins at Jeongguk's flushed face; taking in the other's freshly showered appearance based on his damp hair, and outfit of sweats and a baggy t-shirt.
"Hey," he finally greets.
Jeongguk snorts. "Hey you too."
"I missed you, why did we agree to wait this long to meet up?" Taehyung's pout is back full force, only this time he has someone to direct it to.
"It was only four days, you should have had more than enough study material to keep you preoccupied." Jeongguk looks away with pink cheeks, his hand that is intertwined with Taehyung's squeezes briefly. "But I missed you too."
Taehyung's smile widens, and he finally pulls his boyfriend further into his room. "So, you mentioned that you were bringing food?" He exaggerates smelling the air, looking directly to Jeongguk's other hand that's holding onto a bag.
"I did," Jeongguk smiles at him, holding the bag out for Taehyung to take. "I went to that tteokbokki stand you really like, the one just off campus."
Moaning in delight, Taehyung does just that, grabbing the bag and setting it on his desk. He pulls out a container, still warm, and what he says next just slips out of his mouth. Without his permission, he'd like to add.
"Oh man, I love you."
For the record, Taehyung and Jeongguk have only been dating for just over three months. During that time, not once have they said 'I love you' to each other. The fact that it slipped out at all has Taehyung feeling flustered, sneaking a peak at Jeongguk cautiously from the corner of his eye.
His boyfriend is frozen for a moment, then he's shaking his head and reaching forward for the container with a fond smile. "Really, Tae? Over food?"
He clearly means it to be teasing, and Taehyung can't help the relieved chuckle that slips out. "Is there ever a good time for something like that?"
Jeongguk looks thoughtful for a moment. "No, I guess not. But even you have to admit that the way that slipped out, was such a you way to confess."
Taehyung laughs, leaning into Jeongguk to knock their shoulders against each other. It may not have been a confession back, but he's okay with that. Jeongguk worked at his own pace, he'd say it back when he was ready.
And Taehyung is willing to wait, because Jeongguk is more than worth it.