drabbles v. 1
Jealous Taehyung | Taehyung/girl!Jungkook; girl!Seokjin/Namjoon; ft. kid!Jimin | Best Title Award wow
“What’s he doing here, Jungkook-ah?” Taehyung is an all-around nice guy, kinda weird, but nice nevertheless. He’s also a fantastic boyfriend, but he especially hates a certain five-year old kid that Jungkook likes to babysit on Saturdays.
Taehyung already knows the answer to his own question, but he’s planning to take his girlfriend out today, celebrate the end of the midterms or whatever but Jungkook looks too comfortable lying on the couch wearing Taehyung’s shirt which is a couple of sizes too big-and she might not have any shorts underneath. And there, on her lap is a hyperactive kid named Jimin.
Park fucking Jimin.
“Hi Taehyungie-hyung!” Jimin waves at Taehyung, his eyesmile so cute but still, Taehyung hates him.
“Hello Jimin-ah,” Taehyung greets back in a mock-baby voice. “What’re you doing on noona’s lap-I mean, what are you doing here? It’s still so early. Aren’t your parents home?”
“They are! But I wanna see Jungkook-noona! And Seokjin-noona!”
Taehyung rolls his eyes. Jungkook just laughs. “Isn’t my Jiminnie so sweet?” She says, cooing, and tugging Jimin down so the kid is lying directly on top of her. Jungkook kisses Jimin on the cheeks. Taehyung is very jealous.
“Kook-ah~” He whines. “I wanna take you out today~ Don’t-I mean, can’t you just give him back to his mom and tell her you’ll be out for a while and can’t babysit him?”
“We’re going out today?” Jungkook asks instead, sitting up and Taehyung realizes that okay, she’s wearing boy shorts underneath and that it’s okay, his imagination wouldn’t go to overdrive though Jungkook already knows that her boyfriend is 90% horny most of the time.
“Yeah. I wanna take you out to see a movie. Then we can go shopping? I got my allowance today. I finally persuaded my dad to give me a little more bills.” Taehyung laughs in victory, and Jungkook has this grin on her face. Of course, as much as she loves Jimin, she loves her boyfriend more. And shopping.
“Alright. I’m gonna take a shower first. Can you take care of Jiminnie for a while?” She asks, handing the little boy to Taehyung as she places a kiss on her boyfriend’s cheek.
“Alright,” Taehyung smiles, that naughty smile he reserves just for her, making Jungkook blush. She hits him on the arm as she stomps away to the bathroom.
Now that they’re finally alone, Taehyung turns to Jimin, his glare penetrating but Jimin is too young to realize what’s happening around him.
“Listen kid, if you ever flirt with my girlfriend again, I will strangl-“
“Jesus christ Kim Taehyung, not in my house.” Seokjin emerges from her room, only wearing a very fitted tanktop and boy shorts, her boyfriend Namjoon trailing behind her topless and looking greatly fucked. So they just had sex, Taehyung isn’t surprised at all.
“Oh, hi noona. I thought-“
“Dude, are you seriously battling with a kid? That’s not nice.” Namjoon warns, chugging down on a glass of water as Seokjin starts to prepare breakfast.
“I know, hyung, but this kid just keeps hitting on Kookie and-“
“You’re very stupid to think that a kid will keep Jungkook away from you, Taetae.” Seokjin interjects, her voice loud over the sizzle in the pan. “D’you want breakfast or not? You can’t keep hoarding Namjoonie’s food when I cook and there’s not enough food for you, you know.”
“Yes, noona.” Taehyung begrudgingly says, shutting his yaps while Jimin is already bored, playing with Jungkook’s phone.
“Jiminnie, do you want noona to make you French toast?” Seokjin asks a little later when the whole house (aka Taehyung and Jimin) quieted down and all that’s left is her and Namjoon’s quiet conversation.
“Yes please!” Jimin says, all too excited about eating breakfast with his favorite neighbors (or noonas, for that matter). He’s bouncing on the couch, and Taehyung is constantly wanting to pacify the kid but he can’t, not in Seokjin-noona’s radar.
You Don't Love Me | broken!Seokjin/Yoongi; Seokjin/Namjoon | I write shitty angst you’re welcome
Seven years of knowing each other-been together for four; Seokjin loves Yoongi and Yoongi can’t say he loves the other boy back, but he likes Seokjin enough to kiss him, make love to him, take him out on dates, hold his hand in public, hug him whenever he can, buy him things, greet him on Valentines, cuddle up to him during Christmas, kiss him first thing during the New Years-Yoongi does everything for Seokjin except telling him he loves him.
Seven years of knowing each other-been together for four; it’s after graduating college did Yoongi realized what he really wanted to do-music. After all, he just finished Biology just for the sake of finishing it. He really didn’t want to be a doctor like his parents had wanted, but he doesn’t need any more of their drama after they almost disowned him back when he was still in high school when they found out he was gay and he was doing underground music. Maybe in med school he could still continue. Maybe when he’s earned enough money from being a doctor, he could quit and just be a producer. He’s heard more compliments than bad things about his songs so he shouldn’t have a hard time, right?
Seokjin is another story. While it was Yoongi who confessed first years back, it was Seokjin who fell way too deep. He grew more serious about their relationship as the years passed, but Yoongi knows he wouldn’t have anyone else besides Seokjin as much as he knows that it was always Seokjin who gives more. Yoongi gives, but Seokjin gives a lot and this, Yoongi couldn’t take. He’s scared of what’s going to happen in the future. He’s afraid. Marriage is a scary thing. At least for Yoongi, it is.
When Yoongi breaks up with Seokjin a few days later, the tears are expected. Seokjin never suspected a thing, and Yoongi assures him that there was never a third party, that although he couldn’t say ‘I love you’, Seokjin was the only one for him. It’s just that he’s always been afraid. Because it’s either he ruins his life and ruins Seokjin’s, or make his life better but still ruin Seokjin’s. Yoongi was never good at making good decisions, only bad ones; bad ones that Seokjin just takes and takes.
“I don’t want you to become a mess with me.” Is all Yoongi says before he leaves one last kiss on Seokjin’s lips.
The days, weeks, months, and years after were spent in med school for Yoongi, and Seokjin found a decent work in an Accounting firm once he became a CPA. Four years and there was never contact between them-not after the day Yoongi decided they should drift apart. No texts, phone calls, Yoongi’s Facebook miraculously disappeared-and as if everything wasn’t there in the first place, Seokjin gave up on even trying. On year two, he found a new boyfriend. His name is Kim Namjoon and he’s a very smart law student and he always says ‘I love you Seokjin’ and it makes Seokjin happy. Namjoon makes him happy.
Three more years later, when Namjoon is already one of the best lawyers in Korea, and Seokjin is already a higher-up in the accounting firm he works for, they secretly got married in New York. Seokjin was happier than he had ever been. His life is running fairly smooth because he and Namjoon, no matter how busy they both are in their respective fields of work, has time for each other and what makes Seokjin happy is that Namjoon treasures him and it’s all he ever wanted to feel in the first place-be loved back.
Yoongi doesn’t enjoy being a doctor but at least he’s okay at it. He’s always been grumpy ever since he knew that his shift allowed a lot less time writing music and more time tearing bodies apart and making people feel better. He doesn’t like it but he lives with the money he earns and he convinces himself that this is okay for now, that he’s going to earn a lot of money someday and maybe become a producer and whatnot.
Yoongi’s thoughts are disrupted when a nurse frantically runs in his office demanding that he goes to the emergency room quickly because a kid got food poisoning and is vomiting severely. Yoongi runs as fast as he can because kids have always been his weakness-he must save his kid.
It wasn’t anything severe, and the vomiting had subsided, and that the kid ate a bad thing in school. She’s okay now and she’s sleeping but she still looks very pale and sick. Yoongi stays by her side, observing her as she sleeps. Just then, his moment of silence is broken when the curtain is being pulled aside and someone is strolling in the booth.
“Seokjin?” Yoongi’s eyes widen, and Seokjin’s does, too. They were silent for a moment.
Yoongi looks the same, although his hair is black and different. In a way, it suits him. A doctor’s coat suits him. Seokjin looks infinitely better and more handsome-he looks less stressed and more radiant and Yoongi’s heart stops when he realized that the kid could be Seokjin’s daughter.
“It’s you.” Seokjin says, out of breath. “She’s my niece.” He says instead, still catching his breath. “Her mom’s on a business trip abroad and she’s living with us for a week.”
Before Yoongi can even stop himself, he asks “Us?”
Seokjin takes time to answer. “I’m married. I have a husband.”
It’s like all the walls he built around himself crumbled with just two sentences. Yoongi hates the fact that he feels like he’s about to cry and break down in front of the man that used to give him life, but said man is also that someone he pushed away just like that. He thought Seokjin deserved better.
The “Oh,” that comes out of his lips is something expected and not expected at the same time. Yoongi, being his prideful self, would most likely blurt out a ‘good for you then’. It is what Seokjin was expecting, too. “I see. But your hyung is in the States, right? Why is she here and not with her family?”
“Ah, she’s my husband’s niece, actually. Well, since we’re married she’s kind of my niece, too, I guess. Namjoon’s just finishing a trial. He’ll be here soon.”
So Seokjin found a big time lawyer of a husband. This should be something nice, but same-sex marriage isn’t even legal in Korea, so Yoongi’s mind wanders off somewhere, digging deep within his curiosities as to how Seokjin is married to a lawyer in the first place.
What surprises him, however, is the fact that Seokjin still knows him inside out. “I know what you’re thinking.” Seokjin starts, laughing quietly into his fists. “Namjoon’s an atheist. Well, at least his whole family is. The rest of their clan is just whatever. When he introduced me to everyone, they all seem so nice and accepting. It’s what a family of open-minded people does. They accept you, even if you’re gay or whatever. I think I’m very lucky.”
“Ah, that’s nice.” Yoongi’s voice wanted to sound happy, but it just sounded blank. He hopes that the message gets across.
“I know. It is, isn’t it? If I forced myself to marry you, we wouldn’t have worked out. Your parents will just disown you and your dad would have killed you if he knew.” Seokjin isn’t supposed to be laughing because as far as Yoongi knows, this isn’t a laughing matter to begin with. It seems like Seokjin is really happy with his life now, that Yoongi’s trash of a life is just a laughing stock to him. Oddly, Yoongi feels relieved.
“Yeah. I’m…happy for you, Seokjin.” Yoongi says, standing up and preparing to leave. “It was…nice…seeing you again.” He says before he finally leaves without looking back.
Later, when Yoongi is off to tend to another patient, he sees Seokjin and another man with the kid from a while ago. They look like a real family, with how the man-which he guesses his Seokjin’s husband-is carrying the little girl in his arms and Seokjin petting the little girl’s head.
Had he been brave and a little more decisive, he could be the one beside Seokjin right now, but Yoongi is afraid. He’s always been afraid, and sadly time lost is something he cannot bring back now.
Under My Skin | Hoseok/girl!Taehyung | Wow ok this ship keeps on bothering me smh. Also, the title is not really related to the story i cry
Hoseok is a senior, and while he thinks he gets all the darn privileges in the entire school, he still can’t get first in line in the cafeteria during lunch. By the time he gets there, all the bottles of blue lemonade are sold out and he blames the fuckton of freshmen who likes to hoard Hoseok’s favorite drink all to themselves.
But it doesn’t really matter, because Hoseok has a girlfriend and her name is Taehyung and she’s really fucking hot. Said girlfriend likes to linger in the classroom once the bell rings, allowing the other students to flee, and by the time she’s alone, Hoseok will come and they will slip inside the storage room at the end of the hallway where nobody really goes. A make-out session always happens, and Taehyung is always too eager, even moaning softly when Hoseok fingers her under her too-short skirt. Sometimes, Taehyung gives Hoseok blowjobs, sometimes handjobs, but what they both really look forward to is the quickie. Taehyung has a thing for quickies, and Hoseok loves his girlfriend too much to deny her.
“Hoseok-ah,” Taehyung will moan when she’s about to cum, and Hoseok will snap his dancer hips faster and faster as he races for release.
And that is the story of how Jung Hoseok is always late to the cafeteria, his friends always asking where he had been and he thinks the excuse of ‘I needed to copy some assignments before lunch ends’ is already getting old. And this is also the story as to why he never gets his blue lemonade.
Ever Present | friendship!Jimin/Jungkook; Jimin/OC | Ily Jimjim
Week one-He was still very young and very clueless, Jeon Jungkoook is. A lost freshman in the university isn’t new, but Park Jimin is always the friendly sophomore, someone more than willing to guide the freshmen to where they’re supposed to go after he had learned the map of the entire university himself. Jungkook had said thank you, and told Jimin that he’s still going to be an hour early because what if nobody had helped him and ended up really walking around the campus for a whole hour? Jimin had smiled and told the other that it’s okay, he doesn’t have classes every Mondays and that he’s just going to the library to do advance studying.
Week two-It was the following week when Jimin saw him again, this time, with someone. Jimin wants to approach Jungkook, but he doesn’t know if the kid will remember him. After all, Jimin knows he’s still another stranger in the life of this kid. They don’t even know each other’s name. Jimin had decided against it and just continued walking, but he was stopped by a hand on his arm. “Hey!” Jungkook had said. “It’s you again. I guess you’re my hyung, right? Since you’re a sophomore. I’m Jungkook, by the way. Jeon Jungkook, engineering freshman. This is my friend, Yugyeom. I didn’t get to thank you enough for saving me last week.” Jimin smiles as this, because all along he felt like Jungkook wouldn’t even notice him, much more remember him. “It’s okay, Jungkook-ssi. I’m Park Jimin.”
Month one-Jimin made it a habit to go to the library every Monday even though he doesn’t have classes. Sometimes, he doesn’t even study, but it’s always a pleasant thing to see Jungkook frantically walking towards the engineering building with all his engineering stuff. Jimin made sure to mark his spot in the library, always sitting on that particular table by the windows overlooking the entire quad. He always sees Jungkook walking, sometimes running, and it isn’t a creepy thing, Jimin tells himself.
Month three-It’s two more months later and Jimin doesn’t even notice Jungkook with someone. He’s met Yugyeom before, but that was the first and last time Jimin had seen the kid. And Jungkook always looked so lonely. But maybe he has friends in class, but even so, being alone all the time whenever Jimin sees him (which is often) is something to be curious about.
Month three; week two-“Don’t you have any friends?” Jimin asks Jungkook one time, when Jimin had cornered-but more of a waited-for-him-to-pass-by-the-quad-the younger one on a Wednesday afternoon. “I’ve never seen you with someone else, or a posse.” Jungkook is silent for a moment. “I don’t really have friends. Or rather, I don’t want to be friends with other people.” Jimin nods, but keeps on asking. “But what about Yugyeom?” This, Jungkook still answers. “I told him to go find other friends.”
Year one-Jungkook, much to his battle with his inner self, finally agreed to be Jimin’s friend. And being friends with Jungkook also means having to accept the reality that he’s about to die soon.
Year nine-“Hi, Jungkook-ah.” Jimin sits on soft grass on top of a hill. He places the bouquet of flowers in front of the tomb and begins his story. “Remember before you passed away, you told me to find a really nice and pretty girl? I think I’ve found her.”
Year eleven-“Hi, Jungkook-ah.” Jimin sits on soft grass on top of a hill. He places the bouquet of flowers in front of the tomb and begins his story. “I’m going to get married tomorrow.” Jimin is smiling as he tells his story, and of course Jungkook wouldn’t respond, but Jimin knows the younger one enough to know that he’s probably smiling from heaven, too. Jimin pulls out his wallet from his back pocket, retrieving a slightly crumpled photo of him and his fiancé. “This is her. She’s very pretty, isn’t she?” Jimin wouldn’t know, but Jungkook is sitting beside him, smiling and nodding that yes, hyung, she’s very pretty and I wish you both happiness forever.
The Happening in Paris | girl!Seokjin/Namjoon ft. kid!Taehyung | What is this damn
Kim Namjoon, CEO of Kim Builders, a construction company, 33, and married without any kids. Namjoon travels a lot because of his work, not only because he’s an engineer, but also because he goes to places his wife doesn't know.
This time, Namjoon is going to Paris, but he told his wife he’ll be in a business meeting in Tokyo for a few days. His wife doesn't question him anymore, maybe because she knew that Namjoon never really loved her because they were only married for business purposes. Namjoon sometimes think that she doesn’t mind, because Namjoon knows she’s seeing someone behind his back-her college sweetheart who’s married too. They’re committing crime together, but Namjoon is doing the same thing, too. They’re all criminals here, but at least he’s happy.
Namjoon isn’t married to Seokjin, but Seokjin is his life and they have a kid named Taehyung. This is the story of how once upon a time, Namjoon lived a perfect life, loved the perfect girl, only to be ruined by his devil of parents.
Namjoon was born rich-being born in a family of engineers and doctors and lawyers allowed Namjoon to have anything he wanted. He can choose which path to take when he grows old enough, and being a daddy’s boy, he chose to be an engineer like his father.
Namjoon met Seokjin through his friend named Yoongi. Yoongi is Namjoon’s classmate and he likes to do photography as a hobby. Yoongi had dragged Namjoon along to this studio downtown and there Namjoon saw beauty in the form of a girl named Kim Seokjin-she was going to be Yoongi’s model.
Seokjin is perfect-she’s nice, smart, and studies Linguistics and can speak Japanese, Mandarin, French, English, and German the best. But she’s on a scholarship program and she does modeling for extra money to get her through. Being in a prestigious university without anything in her pockets is something she doesn’t want, but her parents had worked enough for her to get in the university in the first place.
Over dinner, Namjoon thinks he’s found the one.
Over another dinner the following week, Namjoon asks Seokjin if they could try it out.
Over a movie the week after, Seokjin kisses Namjoon during the end credits.
When Yoongi finds out, he whistles. “Best man is me and no one else.”
But Namjoon knows that things aren’t going to work out when he tells his parents. After all, he was sixteen when they started looking for his potential wife. This, Namjoon could have tolerated before, but he met Seokjin and it’s all over.
For years and years, he had kept everything a secret from his family, until one day his father found out through a spy and Namjoon wasn’t allowed to see Seokjin anymore. They had paid Seokjin to stay away and go another country, but she refused the money and just left.
It’s kind of a fairy tale story, and Namjoon hates how helpless he is, but a year after his father died, Namjoon took over the company and with this, he did everything he had wanted, but he was still married off to the girl which is wife now.
Namjoon did the best he can to look for a girl named Kim Seokjin, and after a week, he found her and met with her in a café in Myeongdong where she worked part-time.
Namjoon had kissed her in the middle of the café. Seokjin had kissed him back. Namjoon told her that he had found her a job in Paris, and he’s going to send her there, and that he’ll be checking up on her every day.
The night they landed in Paris, Namjoon made love to Seokjin, and months after, she gave birth to a baby boy they named Taehyung. In Paris, they called him Kyle, and he can only speak bits of Korean, and his French is fantastic.
This year, Taehyung is turning six, and even though his birthday is still far away, Namjoon had brought his son a present.
“Taehyungie likes playing the saxophone.” Namjoon remembered Seokjin telling him over the phone some months back.
When Namjoon hands Taehyung a shiny new saxophone, his son’s smile is the brightest he had ever seen. Taehyung doesn’t know much about his dad, but whenever Namjoon comes by, Taehyung always treats him like he’s been with them all along.
On day three, it’s time for Namjoon to leave.
“Thank you, Namjoon-ah.” Seokjin says as they lay on the bed facing each other. She’s tracing his features with a finger, and Namjoon closes his eyes to savor the moment.
“What for?”
“For not giving up on me.”
Namjoon’s smile is a sealed promise he doesn’t ever want to break. “I would never.”
“What’s he doing here, Jungkook-ah?” Taehyung is an all-around nice guy, kinda weird, but nice nevertheless. He’s also a fantastic boyfriend, but he especially hates a certain five-year old kid that Jungkook likes to babysit on Saturdays.
Taehyung already knows the answer to his own question, but he’s planning to take his girlfriend out today, celebrate the end of the midterms or whatever but Jungkook looks too comfortable lying on the couch wearing Taehyung’s shirt which is a couple of sizes too big-and she might not have any shorts underneath. And there, on her lap is a hyperactive kid named Jimin.
Park fucking Jimin.
“Hi Taehyungie-hyung!” Jimin waves at Taehyung, his eyesmile so cute but still, Taehyung hates him.
“Hello Jimin-ah,” Taehyung greets back in a mock-baby voice. “What’re you doing on noona’s lap-I mean, what are you doing here? It’s still so early. Aren’t your parents home?”
“They are! But I wanna see Jungkook-noona! And Seokjin-noona!”
Taehyung rolls his eyes. Jungkook just laughs. “Isn’t my Jiminnie so sweet?” She says, cooing, and tugging Jimin down so the kid is lying directly on top of her. Jungkook kisses Jimin on the cheeks. Taehyung is very jealous.
“Kook-ah~” He whines. “I wanna take you out today~ Don’t-I mean, can’t you just give him back to his mom and tell her you’ll be out for a while and can’t babysit him?”
“We’re going out today?” Jungkook asks instead, sitting up and Taehyung realizes that okay, she’s wearing boy shorts underneath and that it’s okay, his imagination wouldn’t go to overdrive though Jungkook already knows that her boyfriend is 90% horny most of the time.
“Yeah. I wanna take you out to see a movie. Then we can go shopping? I got my allowance today. I finally persuaded my dad to give me a little more bills.” Taehyung laughs in victory, and Jungkook has this grin on her face. Of course, as much as she loves Jimin, she loves her boyfriend more. And shopping.
“Alright. I’m gonna take a shower first. Can you take care of Jiminnie for a while?” She asks, handing the little boy to Taehyung as she places a kiss on her boyfriend’s cheek.
“Alright,” Taehyung smiles, that naughty smile he reserves just for her, making Jungkook blush. She hits him on the arm as she stomps away to the bathroom.
Now that they’re finally alone, Taehyung turns to Jimin, his glare penetrating but Jimin is too young to realize what’s happening around him.
“Listen kid, if you ever flirt with my girlfriend again, I will strangl-“
“Jesus christ Kim Taehyung, not in my house.” Seokjin emerges from her room, only wearing a very fitted tanktop and boy shorts, her boyfriend Namjoon trailing behind her topless and looking greatly fucked. So they just had sex, Taehyung isn’t surprised at all.
“Oh, hi noona. I thought-“
“Dude, are you seriously battling with a kid? That’s not nice.” Namjoon warns, chugging down on a glass of water as Seokjin starts to prepare breakfast.
“I know, hyung, but this kid just keeps hitting on Kookie and-“
“You’re very stupid to think that a kid will keep Jungkook away from you, Taetae.” Seokjin interjects, her voice loud over the sizzle in the pan. “D’you want breakfast or not? You can’t keep hoarding Namjoonie’s food when I cook and there’s not enough food for you, you know.”
“Yes, noona.” Taehyung begrudgingly says, shutting his yaps while Jimin is already bored, playing with Jungkook’s phone.
“Jiminnie, do you want noona to make you French toast?” Seokjin asks a little later when the whole house (aka Taehyung and Jimin) quieted down and all that’s left is her and Namjoon’s quiet conversation.
“Yes please!” Jimin says, all too excited about eating breakfast with his favorite neighbors (or noonas, for that matter). He’s bouncing on the couch, and Taehyung is constantly wanting to pacify the kid but he can’t, not in Seokjin-noona’s radar.
You Don't Love Me | broken!Seokjin/Yoongi; Seokjin/Namjoon | I write shitty angst you’re welcome
Seven years of knowing each other-been together for four; Seokjin loves Yoongi and Yoongi can’t say he loves the other boy back, but he likes Seokjin enough to kiss him, make love to him, take him out on dates, hold his hand in public, hug him whenever he can, buy him things, greet him on Valentines, cuddle up to him during Christmas, kiss him first thing during the New Years-Yoongi does everything for Seokjin except telling him he loves him.
Seven years of knowing each other-been together for four; it’s after graduating college did Yoongi realized what he really wanted to do-music. After all, he just finished Biology just for the sake of finishing it. He really didn’t want to be a doctor like his parents had wanted, but he doesn’t need any more of their drama after they almost disowned him back when he was still in high school when they found out he was gay and he was doing underground music. Maybe in med school he could still continue. Maybe when he’s earned enough money from being a doctor, he could quit and just be a producer. He’s heard more compliments than bad things about his songs so he shouldn’t have a hard time, right?
Seokjin is another story. While it was Yoongi who confessed first years back, it was Seokjin who fell way too deep. He grew more serious about their relationship as the years passed, but Yoongi knows he wouldn’t have anyone else besides Seokjin as much as he knows that it was always Seokjin who gives more. Yoongi gives, but Seokjin gives a lot and this, Yoongi couldn’t take. He’s scared of what’s going to happen in the future. He’s afraid. Marriage is a scary thing. At least for Yoongi, it is.
When Yoongi breaks up with Seokjin a few days later, the tears are expected. Seokjin never suspected a thing, and Yoongi assures him that there was never a third party, that although he couldn’t say ‘I love you’, Seokjin was the only one for him. It’s just that he’s always been afraid. Because it’s either he ruins his life and ruins Seokjin’s, or make his life better but still ruin Seokjin’s. Yoongi was never good at making good decisions, only bad ones; bad ones that Seokjin just takes and takes.
“I don’t want you to become a mess with me.” Is all Yoongi says before he leaves one last kiss on Seokjin’s lips.
The days, weeks, months, and years after were spent in med school for Yoongi, and Seokjin found a decent work in an Accounting firm once he became a CPA. Four years and there was never contact between them-not after the day Yoongi decided they should drift apart. No texts, phone calls, Yoongi’s Facebook miraculously disappeared-and as if everything wasn’t there in the first place, Seokjin gave up on even trying. On year two, he found a new boyfriend. His name is Kim Namjoon and he’s a very smart law student and he always says ‘I love you Seokjin’ and it makes Seokjin happy. Namjoon makes him happy.
Three more years later, when Namjoon is already one of the best lawyers in Korea, and Seokjin is already a higher-up in the accounting firm he works for, they secretly got married in New York. Seokjin was happier than he had ever been. His life is running fairly smooth because he and Namjoon, no matter how busy they both are in their respective fields of work, has time for each other and what makes Seokjin happy is that Namjoon treasures him and it’s all he ever wanted to feel in the first place-be loved back.
Yoongi doesn’t enjoy being a doctor but at least he’s okay at it. He’s always been grumpy ever since he knew that his shift allowed a lot less time writing music and more time tearing bodies apart and making people feel better. He doesn’t like it but he lives with the money he earns and he convinces himself that this is okay for now, that he’s going to earn a lot of money someday and maybe become a producer and whatnot.
Yoongi’s thoughts are disrupted when a nurse frantically runs in his office demanding that he goes to the emergency room quickly because a kid got food poisoning and is vomiting severely. Yoongi runs as fast as he can because kids have always been his weakness-he must save his kid.
It wasn’t anything severe, and the vomiting had subsided, and that the kid ate a bad thing in school. She’s okay now and she’s sleeping but she still looks very pale and sick. Yoongi stays by her side, observing her as she sleeps. Just then, his moment of silence is broken when the curtain is being pulled aside and someone is strolling in the booth.
“Seokjin?” Yoongi’s eyes widen, and Seokjin’s does, too. They were silent for a moment.
Yoongi looks the same, although his hair is black and different. In a way, it suits him. A doctor’s coat suits him. Seokjin looks infinitely better and more handsome-he looks less stressed and more radiant and Yoongi’s heart stops when he realized that the kid could be Seokjin’s daughter.
“It’s you.” Seokjin says, out of breath. “She’s my niece.” He says instead, still catching his breath. “Her mom’s on a business trip abroad and she’s living with us for a week.”
Before Yoongi can even stop himself, he asks “Us?”
Seokjin takes time to answer. “I’m married. I have a husband.”
It’s like all the walls he built around himself crumbled with just two sentences. Yoongi hates the fact that he feels like he’s about to cry and break down in front of the man that used to give him life, but said man is also that someone he pushed away just like that. He thought Seokjin deserved better.
The “Oh,” that comes out of his lips is something expected and not expected at the same time. Yoongi, being his prideful self, would most likely blurt out a ‘good for you then’. It is what Seokjin was expecting, too. “I see. But your hyung is in the States, right? Why is she here and not with her family?”
“Ah, she’s my husband’s niece, actually. Well, since we’re married she’s kind of my niece, too, I guess. Namjoon’s just finishing a trial. He’ll be here soon.”
So Seokjin found a big time lawyer of a husband. This should be something nice, but same-sex marriage isn’t even legal in Korea, so Yoongi’s mind wanders off somewhere, digging deep within his curiosities as to how Seokjin is married to a lawyer in the first place.
What surprises him, however, is the fact that Seokjin still knows him inside out. “I know what you’re thinking.” Seokjin starts, laughing quietly into his fists. “Namjoon’s an atheist. Well, at least his whole family is. The rest of their clan is just whatever. When he introduced me to everyone, they all seem so nice and accepting. It’s what a family of open-minded people does. They accept you, even if you’re gay or whatever. I think I’m very lucky.”
“Ah, that’s nice.” Yoongi’s voice wanted to sound happy, but it just sounded blank. He hopes that the message gets across.
“I know. It is, isn’t it? If I forced myself to marry you, we wouldn’t have worked out. Your parents will just disown you and your dad would have killed you if he knew.” Seokjin isn’t supposed to be laughing because as far as Yoongi knows, this isn’t a laughing matter to begin with. It seems like Seokjin is really happy with his life now, that Yoongi’s trash of a life is just a laughing stock to him. Oddly, Yoongi feels relieved.
“Yeah. I’m…happy for you, Seokjin.” Yoongi says, standing up and preparing to leave. “It was…nice…seeing you again.” He says before he finally leaves without looking back.
Later, when Yoongi is off to tend to another patient, he sees Seokjin and another man with the kid from a while ago. They look like a real family, with how the man-which he guesses his Seokjin’s husband-is carrying the little girl in his arms and Seokjin petting the little girl’s head.
Had he been brave and a little more decisive, he could be the one beside Seokjin right now, but Yoongi is afraid. He’s always been afraid, and sadly time lost is something he cannot bring back now.
Under My Skin | Hoseok/girl!Taehyung | Wow ok this ship keeps on bothering me smh. Also, the title is not really related to the story i cry
Hoseok is a senior, and while he thinks he gets all the darn privileges in the entire school, he still can’t get first in line in the cafeteria during lunch. By the time he gets there, all the bottles of blue lemonade are sold out and he blames the fuckton of freshmen who likes to hoard Hoseok’s favorite drink all to themselves.
But it doesn’t really matter, because Hoseok has a girlfriend and her name is Taehyung and she’s really fucking hot. Said girlfriend likes to linger in the classroom once the bell rings, allowing the other students to flee, and by the time she’s alone, Hoseok will come and they will slip inside the storage room at the end of the hallway where nobody really goes. A make-out session always happens, and Taehyung is always too eager, even moaning softly when Hoseok fingers her under her too-short skirt. Sometimes, Taehyung gives Hoseok blowjobs, sometimes handjobs, but what they both really look forward to is the quickie. Taehyung has a thing for quickies, and Hoseok loves his girlfriend too much to deny her.
“Hoseok-ah,” Taehyung will moan when she’s about to cum, and Hoseok will snap his dancer hips faster and faster as he races for release.
And that is the story of how Jung Hoseok is always late to the cafeteria, his friends always asking where he had been and he thinks the excuse of ‘I needed to copy some assignments before lunch ends’ is already getting old. And this is also the story as to why he never gets his blue lemonade.
Ever Present | friendship!Jimin/Jungkook; Jimin/OC | Ily Jimjim
Week one-He was still very young and very clueless, Jeon Jungkoook is. A lost freshman in the university isn’t new, but Park Jimin is always the friendly sophomore, someone more than willing to guide the freshmen to where they’re supposed to go after he had learned the map of the entire university himself. Jungkook had said thank you, and told Jimin that he’s still going to be an hour early because what if nobody had helped him and ended up really walking around the campus for a whole hour? Jimin had smiled and told the other that it’s okay, he doesn’t have classes every Mondays and that he’s just going to the library to do advance studying.
Week two-It was the following week when Jimin saw him again, this time, with someone. Jimin wants to approach Jungkook, but he doesn’t know if the kid will remember him. After all, Jimin knows he’s still another stranger in the life of this kid. They don’t even know each other’s name. Jimin had decided against it and just continued walking, but he was stopped by a hand on his arm. “Hey!” Jungkook had said. “It’s you again. I guess you’re my hyung, right? Since you’re a sophomore. I’m Jungkook, by the way. Jeon Jungkook, engineering freshman. This is my friend, Yugyeom. I didn’t get to thank you enough for saving me last week.” Jimin smiles as this, because all along he felt like Jungkook wouldn’t even notice him, much more remember him. “It’s okay, Jungkook-ssi. I’m Park Jimin.”
Month one-Jimin made it a habit to go to the library every Monday even though he doesn’t have classes. Sometimes, he doesn’t even study, but it’s always a pleasant thing to see Jungkook frantically walking towards the engineering building with all his engineering stuff. Jimin made sure to mark his spot in the library, always sitting on that particular table by the windows overlooking the entire quad. He always sees Jungkook walking, sometimes running, and it isn’t a creepy thing, Jimin tells himself.
Month three-It’s two more months later and Jimin doesn’t even notice Jungkook with someone. He’s met Yugyeom before, but that was the first and last time Jimin had seen the kid. And Jungkook always looked so lonely. But maybe he has friends in class, but even so, being alone all the time whenever Jimin sees him (which is often) is something to be curious about.
Month three; week two-“Don’t you have any friends?” Jimin asks Jungkook one time, when Jimin had cornered-but more of a waited-for-him-to-pass-by-the-quad-the younger one on a Wednesday afternoon. “I’ve never seen you with someone else, or a posse.” Jungkook is silent for a moment. “I don’t really have friends. Or rather, I don’t want to be friends with other people.” Jimin nods, but keeps on asking. “But what about Yugyeom?” This, Jungkook still answers. “I told him to go find other friends.”
Year one-Jungkook, much to his battle with his inner self, finally agreed to be Jimin’s friend. And being friends with Jungkook also means having to accept the reality that he’s about to die soon.
Year nine-“Hi, Jungkook-ah.” Jimin sits on soft grass on top of a hill. He places the bouquet of flowers in front of the tomb and begins his story. “Remember before you passed away, you told me to find a really nice and pretty girl? I think I’ve found her.”
Year eleven-“Hi, Jungkook-ah.” Jimin sits on soft grass on top of a hill. He places the bouquet of flowers in front of the tomb and begins his story. “I’m going to get married tomorrow.” Jimin is smiling as he tells his story, and of course Jungkook wouldn’t respond, but Jimin knows the younger one enough to know that he’s probably smiling from heaven, too. Jimin pulls out his wallet from his back pocket, retrieving a slightly crumpled photo of him and his fiancé. “This is her. She’s very pretty, isn’t she?” Jimin wouldn’t know, but Jungkook is sitting beside him, smiling and nodding that yes, hyung, she’s very pretty and I wish you both happiness forever.
The Happening in Paris | girl!Seokjin/Namjoon ft. kid!Taehyung | What is this damn
Kim Namjoon, CEO of Kim Builders, a construction company, 33, and married without any kids. Namjoon travels a lot because of his work, not only because he’s an engineer, but also because he goes to places his wife doesn't know.
This time, Namjoon is going to Paris, but he told his wife he’ll be in a business meeting in Tokyo for a few days. His wife doesn't question him anymore, maybe because she knew that Namjoon never really loved her because they were only married for business purposes. Namjoon sometimes think that she doesn’t mind, because Namjoon knows she’s seeing someone behind his back-her college sweetheart who’s married too. They’re committing crime together, but Namjoon is doing the same thing, too. They’re all criminals here, but at least he’s happy.
Namjoon isn’t married to Seokjin, but Seokjin is his life and they have a kid named Taehyung. This is the story of how once upon a time, Namjoon lived a perfect life, loved the perfect girl, only to be ruined by his devil of parents.
Namjoon was born rich-being born in a family of engineers and doctors and lawyers allowed Namjoon to have anything he wanted. He can choose which path to take when he grows old enough, and being a daddy’s boy, he chose to be an engineer like his father.
Namjoon met Seokjin through his friend named Yoongi. Yoongi is Namjoon’s classmate and he likes to do photography as a hobby. Yoongi had dragged Namjoon along to this studio downtown and there Namjoon saw beauty in the form of a girl named Kim Seokjin-she was going to be Yoongi’s model.
Seokjin is perfect-she’s nice, smart, and studies Linguistics and can speak Japanese, Mandarin, French, English, and German the best. But she’s on a scholarship program and she does modeling for extra money to get her through. Being in a prestigious university without anything in her pockets is something she doesn’t want, but her parents had worked enough for her to get in the university in the first place.
Over dinner, Namjoon thinks he’s found the one.
Over another dinner the following week, Namjoon asks Seokjin if they could try it out.
Over a movie the week after, Seokjin kisses Namjoon during the end credits.
When Yoongi finds out, he whistles. “Best man is me and no one else.”
But Namjoon knows that things aren’t going to work out when he tells his parents. After all, he was sixteen when they started looking for his potential wife. This, Namjoon could have tolerated before, but he met Seokjin and it’s all over.
For years and years, he had kept everything a secret from his family, until one day his father found out through a spy and Namjoon wasn’t allowed to see Seokjin anymore. They had paid Seokjin to stay away and go another country, but she refused the money and just left.
It’s kind of a fairy tale story, and Namjoon hates how helpless he is, but a year after his father died, Namjoon took over the company and with this, he did everything he had wanted, but he was still married off to the girl which is wife now.
Namjoon did the best he can to look for a girl named Kim Seokjin, and after a week, he found her and met with her in a café in Myeongdong where she worked part-time.
Namjoon had kissed her in the middle of the café. Seokjin had kissed him back. Namjoon told her that he had found her a job in Paris, and he’s going to send her there, and that he’ll be checking up on her every day.
The night they landed in Paris, Namjoon made love to Seokjin, and months after, she gave birth to a baby boy they named Taehyung. In Paris, they called him Kyle, and he can only speak bits of Korean, and his French is fantastic.
This year, Taehyung is turning six, and even though his birthday is still far away, Namjoon had brought his son a present.
“Taehyungie likes playing the saxophone.” Namjoon remembered Seokjin telling him over the phone some months back.
When Namjoon hands Taehyung a shiny new saxophone, his son’s smile is the brightest he had ever seen. Taehyung doesn’t know much about his dad, but whenever Namjoon comes by, Taehyung always treats him like he’s been with them all along.
On day three, it’s time for Namjoon to leave.
“Thank you, Namjoon-ah.” Seokjin says as they lay on the bed facing each other. She’s tracing his features with a finger, and Namjoon closes his eyes to savor the moment.
“What for?”
“For not giving up on me.”
Namjoon’s smile is a sealed promise he doesn’t ever want to break. “I would never.”