bangtan drabble dump
oldest to newest!Jimin/Suga, 367 words
high school au where suga is jimin's cool older boyf
Yoongi is waiting at the school gates when Jimin finally gets out of self-study. He's leaning against the brick wall, snapback resting low over his eyes, leather jacket pulled tight over his arms to combat the evening breeze. A group of girls huddle together in front of Jimin, whispering about the cute boy in the jacket. Yoongi catches his eye, mouth curving into a familiar smirk, and Jimin feels a swell of pride in his chest. His shoulder straighten as he walks.
"Ah, you look so young like this," Yoongi says when Jimin's within earshot. "You make me look like a pervert."
"Hyung looks young for his age too," Jimin teases, getting an elbow jabbed at his head for the comment. There's only two-and-a-half years between them, but the difference often feels greater, swallowing up Jimin in the gap. Yoongi's in college, Yoongi has a mixtape with thousands of downloads, Yoongi ate nothing but ramen for two months to save up for the mixer he still won't let Jimin touch. He’s cool. Jimin is still surprised Yoongi wants to spend time with him.
"So," Jimin says when they've stopped at the GS 25 at the end of the block. He contemplates a row of snacks and, knowing he should go for something healthy, sighs in the direction of the tteokbokki chips. "I thought you had a 'thing' today." A “thing” Yoongi hadn’t been specific about, just waving his hand and saying he’d tell Jimin when it was done.
“Aish, get the chips if you want them,” Yoongi says, and before Jimin can call him out for deflecting, he adds, “I had an audition today.”
Jimin knows what that means by the way Yoongi is smiling. Not shit-eating, not even smug like when Jimin compliments him. Just happy. It makes Jimin want to laugh. “You’re going to be a big star, huh?”
Yoongi steps forward, swinging his arm around Jimin’s shoulders. “You gonna be my fan?” Yoongi asks, pressing a kiss to Jimin’s temple that’s so quick Jimin barely registers it. But he does, and his neck goes warm under the thick collar of his uniform. Jimin nuzzles his head into the sleeve of Yoongi’s jacket and nods.
Jin/Suga, 180 words
Prompt: "Childhood dreams"
"I want to be, like, that guy that everyone knows," Yoongi says. He's sprawled out across Seokjin's bed on his back, eyes closed. Seokjin sits at the foot of the bed with his math textbook in his lap, drawing spirals in the margins of his notes. "Did I tell you that song I put up had a thousand downloads?"
"Only about five times," Seokjin says, without malice. He's happy Yoongi's happy, but he would be happier if his math homework was done.
"What about you, hyung? What are your big plans?"
"I don't know. College, army. My dad wants me to be a dentist."
Yoongi makes a noise. Seokjin imagines his face, nose wrinkled in judgment. "Dude, that's so lame."
Seokjin frowns at his notebook. "I think I would be good in the army. I could be a sergeant."
"You'll never get chicks if you're in the army." The sheets rustle as Yoongi flips onto his stomach, his voice closer to Seokjin's ear now. "You can be my manager and I'll let you have my rejects."
Chicks, Seokjin thinks. Right.
Jin/Kidoh (Topp Dogg), 342 words
kidoh is a blank slate but i love their friendship T__T
"I saw your teaser," says Hyosang.
Seokjin's tucked away in one of the recording rooms. They've only got five minutes before it's back to the same No More Dream choreography they've been practicing for the last six hours. His phone sticks to his face with sweat. "Yeah, and? What did you think?" he asks.
"I thought, 'Who is this handsome guy and what did they do with my best friend?'" Hyosang says, laughing at his own joke. Seokjin watches himself smile in the mirror.
"Yoongi looks good," Hyosang continues. There's some noises in the background, a girl's voice. Hyosang must be in the practice room. It makes Seokjin's chest ache in a way he can't blame on fatigue. "And the new kid."
"Jimin," Seokjin says. "You know his name."
Hyosang ignores him. "Are you ready?" He asks.
Seokjin doesn't know how to answer that. 'Are you ever really ready for something like this?' He'd asked Jungkook the day before. Jungkook said yes, like duh, but Seokjin knows that he cried in the bathroom that night so maybe Seokjin was right. Five more days. Fuck.
"I guess," he finally says. Maybe if you were here, he thinks. He lets his head fall back against the wall with a definitive thump.
"Don't be like that," Hyosang says. "You've worked hard. You'll be fine."
There's a tap on the door. Jimin sticks his head in. "Hyung, we're starting up again," he says, and shuts the door behind him.
"You have to go?" Hyosang asks.
"Yeah."
"Practice hard. Hwaiting." There's a beat, a noise and then Hyosang's voice comes out muffled. "I miss you." He's got his hand over his mouth, Seokjin thinks. Seokjin blushes, even though he's alone and there's no one to make him feel embarrassed.
"Me too," he says.
There's a shout outside of the door, and Seokjin hears the all-too-familiar opening notes of 'No More Dream' start up over the speakers.
"I'll talk to you soon," he tells Hyosang. He presses the end call button reluctantly, wipes his sweat from the screen, and pockets his phone.
Jin/Jungkook, 560 words
vague predebut good night kiss, set in their old dorm~
Sometime after four in the morning, only an hour after they've actually gone to bed, Seokjin's bladder wakes him up. He lies there for at least five minutes trying to will away the need to pee, because sleep is a precious commodity for a trainee and Seokjin was having a good dream about an endless bowl of noodles that he'd really like to get back to. It doesn’t work. Eventually he gives up, climbing down out of his top bunk and banging his knee against the ladder on the way down.
He's too tired to notice anything unusual on his way to the bathroom, but the florescent lights of the bathroom (because unlike some people- Yoongi- he does prefer his piss to end up inside the toilet bowl, thanks) force him fully awake. With the Seoul skyline casting lights across the living room, Seokjin can make out a boy-shaped lump shifting on the couch.
He knows who it is. Jungkook had stayed up to finish some homework, even though their manager had fussed at him not to put off sleep too long. "Just this last problem set," he'd assured them. "I can handle it."
Seokjin steps around to the front of the couch. Jungkook's math textbook is trapped under his arm, curled against his chest like one of the stuffed animals that he sleeps with. Seokjin tugs the book out from under him, setting it aside, then reaches up to brush the hair away from Jungkook's face.
"Jungkook," he whispers.
A soft grunt in response. "Kookie-yah," he tries again.
When Jungkook doesn't stir, Seokjin starts to unfold Jungkook's limbs, pulling his arms away from his chest, stretching out his legs. Jungkook's been a heavy sleeper as long as they've trained together, but it's even harder to rouse him now that they're up to practicing eighteen hours a day and he's still expected to finish his school work on top of it. In the morning, he's always half-asleep, propped up on either side by Hoseok and Seokjin, head lolling as they walk. It takes him all the way through stretches to finally open his eyes all the way, but as soon as the music comes on, Jungkook's awake.
Seokjin pulls Jungkook up into a sitting position, telling him, "I'm going to pick you up now, okay?" Jungkook's still quiet, even when Seokjin lifts him around his waist like Seokjin's older brother had done for him a million times, but his arms reach up automatically to tangle around Seokjin's neck, legs wrapping around either side of Seokjin's hips. His head drops down onto Seokjin's shoulder and he draws in a sleepy breath, open mouth warm on Seokjin's skin.
Their bedroom isn't far, and thankfully Jungkook is on a bottom bunk, otherwise Seokjin would just throw him in with Taehyung or something.
"We're here now," Seokjin says, whispering now to avoid waking the others. "You're heavier than you look, you know?"
"Thanks, hyung," Jungkook murmurs, and angles his head back just far enough to press a soft kiss against Seokjin's cheek.
"Why can't you always be this sweet?" Seokjin asks, shaking his head as he coaxes Jungkook down into his bed. Jungkook's hands immediately grasp for something to hold, catching the edge of Seokjin's tank top before settling on a stuffed lion that probably belongs to Taehyung.
"Good night, hyung," Jungkook says, muffled by his stuffed animal, as Seokjin turns away.
"Sleep well."
Jin/Rap Monster, 416 words
set after the b-free thing.......sigh
Seokjin waits until after Namjoon has uploaded his latest track to their website to approach, the same way he approaches the neighborhood cat when he offers it breakfast scraps- cautious, as if Namjoon might run away. When Seokjin enters the recording room, Namjoon is sitting on the couch, playing catch with his snapback. Seokjin sits down next to him.
"Do you want a hug?" Seokjin asks, because it seems like the right thing to do when someone looks that worn out, that tired, right down to their bones.
Namjoon half-laughs half-scoffs. Seokjin takes it as his cue to scooch forward on the coach until their knees bump, and Namjoon leans into Seokjin's outstretched arms.
"I'm not upset, you know," Namjoon says into Seokjin's shoulder.
Seokjin knows. He's just frustrated, but that's not uncommon. Namjoon largely skipped the immature teenager phase- he had to, if he was expected to keep up with his hyungs- but he's not immune to irritability. Seokjin's seen him punch walls, maknaes, and, on an occasion that ended with a stern chat from Bang Sihyuk himself, a computer monitor. At least this time he's channeled into a song.
"You're a way better rapper anyway," Seokjin says. "He's just an asshole."
Namjoon laughs for real this time, because Seokjin still goes wide-eyed whenever Yoongi drops an f-word into one of his raps but some people are just assholes and deserve to be called such. Namjoon's chest vibrates as he laughs and Seokjin can feel it in his own body.
He's not sure why he does it. Maybe it feels like the right thing again, maybe he's just not thinking, but when Namjoon starts to pull away, Seokjin hastily brushes his lips against Namjoon's forehead.
There is a very definite pause. So, not the right thing, then. Namjoon stares at him and Seokjin says, "I'm sorry."
He only gets through one syllable before Namjoon pushes through the distance between them and kisses Seokjin on the mouth. The rough chap of his mouth catches the spot on Seokjin's lip he's chewed raw and it hurts, but just for a moment and then Namjoon is pulling back just as quick as he approached.
Seokjin swallows. The air between them feels too dense to inhale. Namjoon stands and his snapback falls out of his lap, landing at Seokjin's feet. "I'll see you later, hyung," Namjoon says.
"Okay," Seokjin says to Namjoon's back. He raises his fist to his mouth, instinctive. His knuckles are softer than Namjoon’s lips.
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Breaking the Bangtan ice~ Happy belated birthday Jin >3333<
oblig avirjin thank you.
high school au where suga is jimin's cool older boyf
Yoongi is waiting at the school gates when Jimin finally gets out of self-study. He's leaning against the brick wall, snapback resting low over his eyes, leather jacket pulled tight over his arms to combat the evening breeze. A group of girls huddle together in front of Jimin, whispering about the cute boy in the jacket. Yoongi catches his eye, mouth curving into a familiar smirk, and Jimin feels a swell of pride in his chest. His shoulder straighten as he walks.
"Ah, you look so young like this," Yoongi says when Jimin's within earshot. "You make me look like a pervert."
"Hyung looks young for his age too," Jimin teases, getting an elbow jabbed at his head for the comment. There's only two-and-a-half years between them, but the difference often feels greater, swallowing up Jimin in the gap. Yoongi's in college, Yoongi has a mixtape with thousands of downloads, Yoongi ate nothing but ramen for two months to save up for the mixer he still won't let Jimin touch. He’s cool. Jimin is still surprised Yoongi wants to spend time with him.
"So," Jimin says when they've stopped at the GS 25 at the end of the block. He contemplates a row of snacks and, knowing he should go for something healthy, sighs in the direction of the tteokbokki chips. "I thought you had a 'thing' today." A “thing” Yoongi hadn’t been specific about, just waving his hand and saying he’d tell Jimin when it was done.
“Aish, get the chips if you want them,” Yoongi says, and before Jimin can call him out for deflecting, he adds, “I had an audition today.”
Jimin knows what that means by the way Yoongi is smiling. Not shit-eating, not even smug like when Jimin compliments him. Just happy. It makes Jimin want to laugh. “You’re going to be a big star, huh?”
Yoongi steps forward, swinging his arm around Jimin’s shoulders. “You gonna be my fan?” Yoongi asks, pressing a kiss to Jimin’s temple that’s so quick Jimin barely registers it. But he does, and his neck goes warm under the thick collar of his uniform. Jimin nuzzles his head into the sleeve of Yoongi’s jacket and nods.
Jin/Suga, 180 words
Prompt: "Childhood dreams"
"I want to be, like, that guy that everyone knows," Yoongi says. He's sprawled out across Seokjin's bed on his back, eyes closed. Seokjin sits at the foot of the bed with his math textbook in his lap, drawing spirals in the margins of his notes. "Did I tell you that song I put up had a thousand downloads?"
"Only about five times," Seokjin says, without malice. He's happy Yoongi's happy, but he would be happier if his math homework was done.
"What about you, hyung? What are your big plans?"
"I don't know. College, army. My dad wants me to be a dentist."
Yoongi makes a noise. Seokjin imagines his face, nose wrinkled in judgment. "Dude, that's so lame."
Seokjin frowns at his notebook. "I think I would be good in the army. I could be a sergeant."
"You'll never get chicks if you're in the army." The sheets rustle as Yoongi flips onto his stomach, his voice closer to Seokjin's ear now. "You can be my manager and I'll let you have my rejects."
Chicks, Seokjin thinks. Right.
Jin/Kidoh (Topp Dogg), 342 words
kidoh is a blank slate but i love their friendship T__T
"I saw your teaser," says Hyosang.
Seokjin's tucked away in one of the recording rooms. They've only got five minutes before it's back to the same No More Dream choreography they've been practicing for the last six hours. His phone sticks to his face with sweat. "Yeah, and? What did you think?" he asks.
"I thought, 'Who is this handsome guy and what did they do with my best friend?'" Hyosang says, laughing at his own joke. Seokjin watches himself smile in the mirror.
"Yoongi looks good," Hyosang continues. There's some noises in the background, a girl's voice. Hyosang must be in the practice room. It makes Seokjin's chest ache in a way he can't blame on fatigue. "And the new kid."
"Jimin," Seokjin says. "You know his name."
Hyosang ignores him. "Are you ready?" He asks.
Seokjin doesn't know how to answer that. 'Are you ever really ready for something like this?' He'd asked Jungkook the day before. Jungkook said yes, like duh, but Seokjin knows that he cried in the bathroom that night so maybe Seokjin was right. Five more days. Fuck.
"I guess," he finally says. Maybe if you were here, he thinks. He lets his head fall back against the wall with a definitive thump.
"Don't be like that," Hyosang says. "You've worked hard. You'll be fine."
There's a tap on the door. Jimin sticks his head in. "Hyung, we're starting up again," he says, and shuts the door behind him.
"You have to go?" Hyosang asks.
"Yeah."
"Practice hard. Hwaiting." There's a beat, a noise and then Hyosang's voice comes out muffled. "I miss you." He's got his hand over his mouth, Seokjin thinks. Seokjin blushes, even though he's alone and there's no one to make him feel embarrassed.
"Me too," he says.
There's a shout outside of the door, and Seokjin hears the all-too-familiar opening notes of 'No More Dream' start up over the speakers.
"I'll talk to you soon," he tells Hyosang. He presses the end call button reluctantly, wipes his sweat from the screen, and pockets his phone.
Jin/Jungkook, 560 words
vague predebut good night kiss, set in their old dorm~
Sometime after four in the morning, only an hour after they've actually gone to bed, Seokjin's bladder wakes him up. He lies there for at least five minutes trying to will away the need to pee, because sleep is a precious commodity for a trainee and Seokjin was having a good dream about an endless bowl of noodles that he'd really like to get back to. It doesn’t work. Eventually he gives up, climbing down out of his top bunk and banging his knee against the ladder on the way down.
He's too tired to notice anything unusual on his way to the bathroom, but the florescent lights of the bathroom (because unlike some people- Yoongi- he does prefer his piss to end up inside the toilet bowl, thanks) force him fully awake. With the Seoul skyline casting lights across the living room, Seokjin can make out a boy-shaped lump shifting on the couch.
He knows who it is. Jungkook had stayed up to finish some homework, even though their manager had fussed at him not to put off sleep too long. "Just this last problem set," he'd assured them. "I can handle it."
Seokjin steps around to the front of the couch. Jungkook's math textbook is trapped under his arm, curled against his chest like one of the stuffed animals that he sleeps with. Seokjin tugs the book out from under him, setting it aside, then reaches up to brush the hair away from Jungkook's face.
"Jungkook," he whispers.
A soft grunt in response. "Kookie-yah," he tries again.
When Jungkook doesn't stir, Seokjin starts to unfold Jungkook's limbs, pulling his arms away from his chest, stretching out his legs. Jungkook's been a heavy sleeper as long as they've trained together, but it's even harder to rouse him now that they're up to practicing eighteen hours a day and he's still expected to finish his school work on top of it. In the morning, he's always half-asleep, propped up on either side by Hoseok and Seokjin, head lolling as they walk. It takes him all the way through stretches to finally open his eyes all the way, but as soon as the music comes on, Jungkook's awake.
Seokjin pulls Jungkook up into a sitting position, telling him, "I'm going to pick you up now, okay?" Jungkook's still quiet, even when Seokjin lifts him around his waist like Seokjin's older brother had done for him a million times, but his arms reach up automatically to tangle around Seokjin's neck, legs wrapping around either side of Seokjin's hips. His head drops down onto Seokjin's shoulder and he draws in a sleepy breath, open mouth warm on Seokjin's skin.
Their bedroom isn't far, and thankfully Jungkook is on a bottom bunk, otherwise Seokjin would just throw him in with Taehyung or something.
"We're here now," Seokjin says, whispering now to avoid waking the others. "You're heavier than you look, you know?"
"Thanks, hyung," Jungkook murmurs, and angles his head back just far enough to press a soft kiss against Seokjin's cheek.
"Why can't you always be this sweet?" Seokjin asks, shaking his head as he coaxes Jungkook down into his bed. Jungkook's hands immediately grasp for something to hold, catching the edge of Seokjin's tank top before settling on a stuffed lion that probably belongs to Taehyung.
"Good night, hyung," Jungkook says, muffled by his stuffed animal, as Seokjin turns away.
"Sleep well."
Jin/Rap Monster, 416 words
set after the b-free thing.......sigh
Seokjin waits until after Namjoon has uploaded his latest track to their website to approach, the same way he approaches the neighborhood cat when he offers it breakfast scraps- cautious, as if Namjoon might run away. When Seokjin enters the recording room, Namjoon is sitting on the couch, playing catch with his snapback. Seokjin sits down next to him.
"Do you want a hug?" Seokjin asks, because it seems like the right thing to do when someone looks that worn out, that tired, right down to their bones.
Namjoon half-laughs half-scoffs. Seokjin takes it as his cue to scooch forward on the coach until their knees bump, and Namjoon leans into Seokjin's outstretched arms.
"I'm not upset, you know," Namjoon says into Seokjin's shoulder.
Seokjin knows. He's just frustrated, but that's not uncommon. Namjoon largely skipped the immature teenager phase- he had to, if he was expected to keep up with his hyungs- but he's not immune to irritability. Seokjin's seen him punch walls, maknaes, and, on an occasion that ended with a stern chat from Bang Sihyuk himself, a computer monitor. At least this time he's channeled into a song.
"You're a way better rapper anyway," Seokjin says. "He's just an asshole."
Namjoon laughs for real this time, because Seokjin still goes wide-eyed whenever Yoongi drops an f-word into one of his raps but some people are just assholes and deserve to be called such. Namjoon's chest vibrates as he laughs and Seokjin can feel it in his own body.
He's not sure why he does it. Maybe it feels like the right thing again, maybe he's just not thinking, but when Namjoon starts to pull away, Seokjin hastily brushes his lips against Namjoon's forehead.
There is a very definite pause. So, not the right thing, then. Namjoon stares at him and Seokjin says, "I'm sorry."
He only gets through one syllable before Namjoon pushes through the distance between them and kisses Seokjin on the mouth. The rough chap of his mouth catches the spot on Seokjin's lip he's chewed raw and it hurts, but just for a moment and then Namjoon is pulling back just as quick as he approached.
Seokjin swallows. The air between them feels too dense to inhale. Namjoon stands and his snapback falls out of his lap, landing at Seokjin's feet. "I'll see you later, hyung," Namjoon says.
"Okay," Seokjin says to Namjoon's back. He raises his fist to his mouth, instinctive. His knuckles are softer than Namjoon’s lips.
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Breaking the Bangtan ice~ Happy belated birthday Jin >3333<
oblig avirjin thank you.