[BTS] In Media Res 1
Title: Lifetimes
Pairing: Jungkook/ Taehyung
Rating: PG
Words: 269
Summary: Taehyung doesn't "get it" but he still has time to grow
The Seoul skyline is blocking the sun in a way that makes the city look like it's burning in a flurry of harsh oranges and bright reds. The city is on fire, Jungkook muses, how fitting. He lights the cigarette that spent all day resting on his ear and watches the sundown. Up on the roof, you can see everything, except the details, just the big picture. Vague and grim.
He begins, “It takes seven years to become a master at something. The average American lives to eighty eight, so if we start at age eleven, it’s possible to become an expert on eleven different things. So it doesn’t matter if we pick a school and choose a major now. Seven years later, we’ll be able to choose a new one and after seven more years we’ll excel at that too.”
“So what are you saying?” Taehyung asks.
“That life is a circle,” Jungkook takes another drag from his cigarette, “And after I get that freaking law degree that my mom wants, I’ll still have time to paint and draw comic books. University will just be a pit stop.”
“Life seems infinite when you describe it like that.”
“Not infinite, just long. We’ve only experienced a small bit of it, we don’t even understand the concept of decades, at least not yet.”
Jungkook stops talking. Taehyung looks like he’s seriously thinking, but Jungkook knows better, has known him for seventeen years. Really Taehyung is thinking about dinner or the latest episode of Fairy Tale or even the basketball game on TV that night. Taehyung doesn’t get it, not yet.
Title: Pacific Rim
Pairings: friendship Nam Joon/Hoseok, onesided Nam Joon/ Seokjin, special appearance by Jimin
Rating: PG
Words: 390
Summary: Sometimes, Nam Joon hates his drift compatible partner
Nam Joon handed Hoseok a rag from his pocket. “Thanks,” Hoseok muttered before wiping the sweat off his face. Hoseok didn't understand why jockeys needed combat training. It’s not like the Jaegers could kick a kaiju in the face. That’s what missiles were for.
When he pulled the rag away, he saw grease stains. A few prods to his face and black on his hands confirmed that, yes, there was oil on his sweat. He groaned. “Nam Joon clean your shit.”
Nam Joon laughed when he saw Hoseok’s half black face, “Sorry.”
Hoseok huffed. They walked into the communications room, where Hoseok saw Seokjin diligently typing away on his computer.
“Hey Nam Joon, go tell Seokjin what we saw yesterday,” Hoseok smirked.
“He works here, doesn’t he already know?”
“Tell him anyway,” Hoseok shoved his back, “Go on now.”
Nam Joon paused, took a deep breath, put on his sunglasses, took another breath and begin walking towards Seokjin. Hoseok smiled. He pulled on Jimin’s shoulder, who was just about to walk out, and directed him to look at Nam Joon and Seokjin. And now they wait.
“Seokjin.”
Seokjin looked up. His bangs were pushed up, his lips were pouting, and his cheeks flushed with frustration. “Yes?” he asked.
Nam Joon swallowed.
“What’s up? Can you make this quick?” Seokjin huffed, “I’ve got charts I need to finish before Seunghyun gets back.”
“Right, heh, well, you see… We had a kaiju attack the yesterday,” Nam Joon waved his hands in the air, but instead of illustrating his point, they made him look like kind of, well, crazy, “Me and Hoseok, us, and Runch Randa, we took it out and, we took down a kaiju in downtown Seoul. And there, there we saw, it moved again! After we killed it, and”
Seokjin interrupted, “If you’re talking about the fetus, it’s already down in the labs. Junhong is having a field day with it.”
“Ah, so you knew. That’s good…” Nam Joon’s face was bright red, “Work hard. Have a good day Seokjin.”
“You too,” Seokjin went back to his computer screen.
Nam Joon lingered for a half minute before walking back to Hoseok. Hoseok and Jimin were holding back smiles. Nam Joon slapped Hoseok on the back of the head and walked out.
They laughed until they were red in the face.
Title: Overdramatic
Pairing: Jimin/ Yoongi
Rating: PG
Words: 546
Summary: Jimin has a crush on death
Warning: death, but no one actually dies, he was dead before this point in time and he's not one of the boy so...
The bubbles traveled up Jimin’s arms and stopped at his elbow. Maybe he shouldn’t have used so much soap. But it was a big stain. He would have lost the deposit on the apartment. Besides, cleaning the apartment distracted him.
Jimin whistled one of those annoying repetitive pop songs they play three times a day on the radio. He was in too good of a mood to care. Any minute now.
The water was a dark murky color now, Jimin carried the bucket to the bathroom, dumped the dirty water into the bathtub, and began refilling the bucket.
“Are you serious?”
Jimin ran back to the living room.
Black trenchcoat, black wings, hands firmly planted his hips as he surveyed the room before he finally turned to face Jimin. His eyebrows were behind too long bangs, but Jimin was sure they were glaring. “Was this really necessary,” he asked.
Jimin smiled sheepishly, “I missed you, Yoongi.”
Yoongi sighed, “That doesn’t mean you take an axe to the guy’s face.”
Jimin looked at the limp body draped across the couch, the axe was still embedded in his skull. This time Jimin remembered to put plastic on the couch.
The blood was a bitch to get out last time.
Jimin shrugged, “You stay longer when they die violently.”
“Because his soul is broken. Now I’ve got to go find all of the little pieces of him, and that takes a couple of days since you made it so easy for the soul to get out. It’s like your American vacation all over again.” Yoongi ran a hand through his hair.
He looked the same, he always looked the same, ever since Jimin was ten years old and lying down on a hospital bed. That was the day Yoongi took pity on him and healed all of his broken bones.
Unfortunately for Yoongi, he forgot that once you see death, you can see him all the time.
“You never visit me otherwise,” Jimin said pitifully.
Yoongi turned to him, Jimin pulled his best pout. Yoongi coughed and looked away, but not fast enough to hide his reddening face. “You make my job too hard,” he mumbled, “this has to stop.”
“Maybe,” Jimin attempted a smile.
“You’re going to keep doing this, aren't you? Fuck,” Yoongi groaned, his wings drooped against the ground, “Fine, let’s get coffee tomorrow.”
Jimin’s eyes grew impossibly wide. “What?”
“I like that place downtown, called Ambrosia, they serve good cakes. You’re paying. And you cannot touch me, or else you die. Sound good?” Yoongi smirked.
Jimin's mind was still processing what Yoongi just said, so he could only nod.
“Great. I’m going to get his soul now, clean this up before tomorrow,” and with one last wave he disappeared in a puff of smoke.
Jimin stared at the black spot Yoongi left on the floor for another three minutes. His heartbeat raced a mile minute. And then the realization hit and his mouth stretched into an impossibly large smile.
Coffee. With Yoongi. Jimin was going to get coffee with Yoongi. Tomorrow.
Jimin fist pumped the air.
He landed on wet carpet. Shit.
He ran back to the bathroom to turn off the running water. He had a body to dispose. A carpet to clean. And a date with death.
The lifetimes topic comes from here and the last plot was shamelessly taken from this post
In the Pacific Rim universe Nam Joon and Hoseok pilot a Jaeger while Seokjin works in the shatterdome. Can you guess who Jimin is drift compatible with??
some of these are real old, i have next finals week so I don't have time to work on my drafts :(
I'm terrible with summaries.
Pairing: Jungkook/ Taehyung
Rating: PG
Words: 269
Summary: Taehyung doesn't "get it" but he still has time to grow
The Seoul skyline is blocking the sun in a way that makes the city look like it's burning in a flurry of harsh oranges and bright reds. The city is on fire, Jungkook muses, how fitting. He lights the cigarette that spent all day resting on his ear and watches the sundown. Up on the roof, you can see everything, except the details, just the big picture. Vague and grim.
He begins, “It takes seven years to become a master at something. The average American lives to eighty eight, so if we start at age eleven, it’s possible to become an expert on eleven different things. So it doesn’t matter if we pick a school and choose a major now. Seven years later, we’ll be able to choose a new one and after seven more years we’ll excel at that too.”
“So what are you saying?” Taehyung asks.
“That life is a circle,” Jungkook takes another drag from his cigarette, “And after I get that freaking law degree that my mom wants, I’ll still have time to paint and draw comic books. University will just be a pit stop.”
“Life seems infinite when you describe it like that.”
“Not infinite, just long. We’ve only experienced a small bit of it, we don’t even understand the concept of decades, at least not yet.”
Jungkook stops talking. Taehyung looks like he’s seriously thinking, but Jungkook knows better, has known him for seventeen years. Really Taehyung is thinking about dinner or the latest episode of Fairy Tale or even the basketball game on TV that night. Taehyung doesn’t get it, not yet.
Title: Pacific Rim
Pairings: friendship Nam Joon/Hoseok, onesided Nam Joon/ Seokjin, special appearance by Jimin
Rating: PG
Words: 390
Summary: Sometimes, Nam Joon hates his drift compatible partner
Nam Joon handed Hoseok a rag from his pocket. “Thanks,” Hoseok muttered before wiping the sweat off his face. Hoseok didn't understand why jockeys needed combat training. It’s not like the Jaegers could kick a kaiju in the face. That’s what missiles were for.
When he pulled the rag away, he saw grease stains. A few prods to his face and black on his hands confirmed that, yes, there was oil on his sweat. He groaned. “Nam Joon clean your shit.”
Nam Joon laughed when he saw Hoseok’s half black face, “Sorry.”
Hoseok huffed. They walked into the communications room, where Hoseok saw Seokjin diligently typing away on his computer.
“Hey Nam Joon, go tell Seokjin what we saw yesterday,” Hoseok smirked.
“He works here, doesn’t he already know?”
“Tell him anyway,” Hoseok shoved his back, “Go on now.”
Nam Joon paused, took a deep breath, put on his sunglasses, took another breath and begin walking towards Seokjin. Hoseok smiled. He pulled on Jimin’s shoulder, who was just about to walk out, and directed him to look at Nam Joon and Seokjin. And now they wait.
“Seokjin.”
Seokjin looked up. His bangs were pushed up, his lips were pouting, and his cheeks flushed with frustration. “Yes?” he asked.
Nam Joon swallowed.
“What’s up? Can you make this quick?” Seokjin huffed, “I’ve got charts I need to finish before Seunghyun gets back.”
“Right, heh, well, you see… We had a kaiju attack the yesterday,” Nam Joon waved his hands in the air, but instead of illustrating his point, they made him look like kind of, well, crazy, “Me and Hoseok, us, and Runch Randa, we took it out and, we took down a kaiju in downtown Seoul. And there, there we saw, it moved again! After we killed it, and”
Seokjin interrupted, “If you’re talking about the fetus, it’s already down in the labs. Junhong is having a field day with it.”
“Ah, so you knew. That’s good…” Nam Joon’s face was bright red, “Work hard. Have a good day Seokjin.”
“You too,” Seokjin went back to his computer screen.
Nam Joon lingered for a half minute before walking back to Hoseok. Hoseok and Jimin were holding back smiles. Nam Joon slapped Hoseok on the back of the head and walked out.
They laughed until they were red in the face.
Title: Overdramatic
Pairing: Jimin/ Yoongi
Rating: PG
Words: 546
Summary: Jimin has a crush on death
Warning: death, but no one actually dies, he was dead before this point in time and he's not one of the boy so...
The bubbles traveled up Jimin’s arms and stopped at his elbow. Maybe he shouldn’t have used so much soap. But it was a big stain. He would have lost the deposit on the apartment. Besides, cleaning the apartment distracted him.
Jimin whistled one of those annoying repetitive pop songs they play three times a day on the radio. He was in too good of a mood to care. Any minute now.
The water was a dark murky color now, Jimin carried the bucket to the bathroom, dumped the dirty water into the bathtub, and began refilling the bucket.
“Are you serious?”
Jimin ran back to the living room.
Black trenchcoat, black wings, hands firmly planted his hips as he surveyed the room before he finally turned to face Jimin. His eyebrows were behind too long bangs, but Jimin was sure they were glaring. “Was this really necessary,” he asked.
Jimin smiled sheepishly, “I missed you, Yoongi.”
Yoongi sighed, “That doesn’t mean you take an axe to the guy’s face.”
Jimin looked at the limp body draped across the couch, the axe was still embedded in his skull. This time Jimin remembered to put plastic on the couch.
The blood was a bitch to get out last time.
Jimin shrugged, “You stay longer when they die violently.”
“Because his soul is broken. Now I’ve got to go find all of the little pieces of him, and that takes a couple of days since you made it so easy for the soul to get out. It’s like your American vacation all over again.” Yoongi ran a hand through his hair.
He looked the same, he always looked the same, ever since Jimin was ten years old and lying down on a hospital bed. That was the day Yoongi took pity on him and healed all of his broken bones.
Unfortunately for Yoongi, he forgot that once you see death, you can see him all the time.
“You never visit me otherwise,” Jimin said pitifully.
Yoongi turned to him, Jimin pulled his best pout. Yoongi coughed and looked away, but not fast enough to hide his reddening face. “You make my job too hard,” he mumbled, “this has to stop.”
“Maybe,” Jimin attempted a smile.
“You’re going to keep doing this, aren't you? Fuck,” Yoongi groaned, his wings drooped against the ground, “Fine, let’s get coffee tomorrow.”
Jimin’s eyes grew impossibly wide. “What?”
“I like that place downtown, called Ambrosia, they serve good cakes. You’re paying. And you cannot touch me, or else you die. Sound good?” Yoongi smirked.
Jimin's mind was still processing what Yoongi just said, so he could only nod.
“Great. I’m going to get his soul now, clean this up before tomorrow,” and with one last wave he disappeared in a puff of smoke.
Jimin stared at the black spot Yoongi left on the floor for another three minutes. His heartbeat raced a mile minute. And then the realization hit and his mouth stretched into an impossibly large smile.
Coffee. With Yoongi. Jimin was going to get coffee with Yoongi. Tomorrow.
Jimin fist pumped the air.
He landed on wet carpet. Shit.
He ran back to the bathroom to turn off the running water. He had a body to dispose. A carpet to clean. And a date with death.
The lifetimes topic comes from here and the last plot was shamelessly taken from this post
In the Pacific Rim universe Nam Joon and Hoseok pilot a Jaeger while Seokjin works in the shatterdome. Can you guess who Jimin is drift compatible with??
some of these are real old, i have next finals week so I don't have time to work on my drafts :(
I'm terrible with summaries.