tiny overdue drabble dump
bangtan, baekpo
SOME RLY OLD SRY and the rest are just warm-ups so don't judge me that's why i'm not crossposting ok
Bangtan, V, 480 words
v jerking it and also smelling people's underwear in the process.....yeah....started this like six years ago on my phone and never rly bothered to finish it
It started with Yoongi's boxers. He'd left them on the bathroom floor after his shower and Taehyung- because he's a horny teenage boy, because his fatal flaw is curiosity, even if he knows how that ended for the cat- picked them up, held them in his hand for a long minute before lifting them to his face and inhaling. They smelled like ball sweat, no surprise there, but Taehyung's dick shot up like it was spring loaded. After he'd jerked off he told himself not to do it again. It was bad enough that he sometimes thought about Seokjin blowing him (and sometimes Namjoon, sometimes the both of them at the same time) but this was too far. Don't be any weirder than you already are, Kim Taehyung.
Except he did it again. The laundry pile was right there and he was half-hard as he dug through dirty clothes, fully erect by the time he closed the bathroom door behind him, prize in hand.
Hoseok wore this particular pair of briefs on Monday. Taeyhung remembers because he'd watched Hoseok during stretches, revealing a strip of burgundy every time he lifted his arms over his head, and Taehyung had to will away his boner by forcing the image of Hobeom naked into his brain.
But today Taehyung has five minutes of alone time, ten minutes if he pushes his luck. It's a downright luxury in the midst of endless promotions. He turns on the shower to cover up any noise, then leans against the wall, palming himself through his shorts. With his unoccupied hand, he brings Hoseok's briefs up to his nose, sucking in a deep breath. The smell of boy is pungent, and Taehyung's thinks about Hoseok waking up on Tuesday with his morning wood straining the front of his briefs. Hoseok on his stomach, grinding his dick into his mattress for a fleeting moment of relief before Seokjin started yelling at them to wake up. Or maybe on his back, sliding his hand under his waistband and wondering if he could get away with it. Taehyung thinks about precome rubbing into the fabric, thinks about the salty taste on his tongue.
He's light-headed. He's going to die here with his cock out and Hoseok's boxers in his hand and everyone is going to know and in a weird way that makes Taehyung pump his cock faster, toes curling into the tile floor. He wants to be between Hoseok's legs, smelling the real thing. Nudging apart his thighs, dipping his tongue under Hoseok's balls to taste salt.
Taehyung comes into his fist, smearing his own jizz down his length as he jerks himself through it. He's panting when he drops Hoseok's underwear. He surveys his messy hand and laughs, a little strangled.
On a scale of one to fucked up, Taehyung isn't sure where he's at, but it can't be good.
Bangtan, Jin/J-Hope, 525 words
really belated AHL fic where 2seok fly like paper get high like planes pls ignore any dubious ethics
Faahz pulls him aside as the rest of the crew is packing up. "Here," he says, pushing something wrapped in cellophane into Seokjin's hand. "For you and J-Hope. Eat them, but don't tell anyone."
Seokjin isn't sure he understands why these brownies are so secretive, or if this falls under the umbrella of normal American host behavior, but he pockets them accordingly. "It's good?" he asks, hesitantly pleased.
"Yeah, it's good," Faahz says, and wiggles his eyebrows.
Later, at the studio, after Namjoon and Yoongi have passed out half on top of each other on the couch and the maknaes are off doing whatever it is they do when they're alone, Seokjin shows the package to Hoseok. "Sabunim gave us these to eat."
Hoseok inspects the wrapper, poking out his bottom lip in confusion. "Why?"
Seokjin shrugs. "He said they were good." They're both on diets, but five hours of dance practice later and fuck it, Seokjin could kill for some chocolate. "Let's do it."
It takes a while before Seokjin feels it. His limbs feel all loose, not like when he finishes an intensive dance practice or workout but like he could sink into the couch cushions if he wanted to. He turns to Hoseok to ask him something, but Hoseok is kind of slumped over next to him, eyes transfixed on the opposite wall. Seokjin remembers that they had been practicing their beatboxing routine, but he doesn't remember when they stopped. He must be more tired than he thought.
Namjoon wanders into the corridor some time later, stepping over Hoseok's splayed legs. He points the camera down at them. "Have you guys been practicing? It's your turn to film."
"Aye aye, captain," Seokjin says in English. Beside him, Hoseok salutes dutifully before bursting into giggles.
Practicing is kind of a dismal effort. Every time Hoseok laughs, Seokjin laughs because Hoseok's laughter is contagious like that and Seokjin feels more relaxed, more happy than he has in a long time. Even if he can't beatbox to save his life. Or manage to get through the breathing exercises Hoseok remembers after Namjoon has declared them boring and left the camera in their possession.
"Your face is so red right now," Seokjin tells Hoseok. The color of a ripe, juicy tomato. Wow, Seokjin is hungry.
"Because you keep making me laugh!"
Seokjin tries, really tries to keep it together as they practice but it's clear after Seokjin resorts to slapping himself across his own cheek that it's just not going to happen and Hoseok says, "I give up," and reaches to turn off the camera.
There's no good reason why Seokjin crawls forward to Hoseok, pushing their noses together, except that maybe Seokjin really is that hungry and he's mistaken Hoseok for a piece of meat. He kisses Hoseok to a soundtrack of Taehyung and Jimin snoring in other room and Hoseok lets him, even though they're both still kind of laughing. It's nice. Seokjin hasn't kissed anyone in a while.
"Hyung," Hoseok says when Seokjin pulls away for air. "I think there was something special about those brownies."
"No shit," Seokjin says, and kisses him again.
Bangtan, Jin/Rap Monster, 390 words
for kayleigh, inspired by one of those au idea posts on tumblr: "i promise i’m not hitting on you but you smell really good"
Working a part time job on top of his full courseload works well enough for Seokjin for all of one week until his body remembers that he requires a full eight hours of beauty sleep to function as a normal human and promptly gives up on him.
Seokjin is not good at being tired. He's got a pimple developing in the middle of his cheek, he hasn't had time to cook in almost a week, and his roommate is pointedly not speaking to him after an argument over a pile of laundry left in front of the bathroom door (and Taehyung may not be talking to him, but it hasn't stopped him from talking to inanimate objects around Seokjin, which might be worse.) But tomorrow's his day off and his earliest class has been cancelled, so Seokjin is a little delirious with the possibility of sleeping in by the time he catches his bus home for the night.
There's an open seat next to some guy his age in the back of the bus and Seokjin doesn't hesitate before taking it. The bus pulls away from the curb and Seokjin lets his head fall back against the seat, closing his eyes. The guy next to him is listening to something with an acoustic guitar over his headphones. Seokjin knows this because his neck has decided right now that it no longer can support the weight of his skull and his head is lolling in the direction of this stranger, who Seokjin notices smells really fucking good. He may accidentally say so out loud.
Seokjin realizes immediately what he's said and panics a little as the guy tugs out one of his earbuds and gives him a puzzled look. "I'm sorry, I swear I'm not hitting on you or anything," Seokjin says. And then, "What detergent do you use?"
To Seokjin's relief, the guy doesn't seem horrified or anything. He even laughs a little. "Uh, thanks? And I still make my mom do my laundry when I go home, you'll have to ask her."
"I'm really tired," Seokjin tells him. "I'm sorry."
The guy laughs again. He has a dimple in each cheek. "I can tell," he says, and this time he's the one leaning into Seokjin's space. "For the record, I wouldn't mind if you were hitting on me."
100%, Chanyong, 318 words
this is hypothetically part of a full fic but i'll probably never get around to writing it
They send Minwoo off on a Tuesday. Chanyong hadn't meant to cry, just like he doesn't mean to end up in the bottom bunk of their bed, face against Minwoo's pillow. It's not as though he came here to, like, sniff his pillow or anything (it smells like nice cologne- Chanyong still wears body spray if he bothers with any at all) - it's just that he's too lazy to climb into his own bunk and no one's here this time to kick him out.
He falls asleep there and wakes up to someone laughing. Jonghwan, toothbrush hanging out of his mouth, angling his phone down to take a picture. Chanyong blinks up at him. "What are you doing?"
"You look so cute," Jonghwan says around his toothbrush. "I'm going to send this to hyung's email."
"I'm going to punch you in the dick," Chanyong says, and rolls over.
Jonghwan's foot nudges him between the shoulder blades. "You have to get up, we're leaving in a half hour."
There's a crick in Chanyong's neck when he forces himself out of bed. This is, he thinks, also Minwoo's fault, for leaving.
----
Even with the increased practice for their comeback, everyone spares the time to mope. Hyukjin is increasingly sullen about his diet, about his singing, about not being able to find the match to the sock he's wearing. Changbum gets all clingy, like he thinks if someone else wants to go, he can physically hold them back. Rockhyun keeps giving everyone encouragement, but his optimism doesn't yet meet his eyes.
And Jonghwan, well, Chanyong isn't sure he'd be able to tell. He plays the guitar a lot, but that's how he spends most of his free time anyway. He's the hardest to read, his mind always somewhere else. The type of person who looks like he's tuned out of a conversation, only to reference, days later, something that was said.
[blah blah continuing this scene, other scenes blah blah jonghwan giving chanyong guitar lessons blah blah this is why this fic never went anywhere]
SOME RLY OLD SRY and the rest are just warm-ups so don't judge me that's why i'm not crossposting ok
Bangtan, V, 480 words
v jerking it and also smelling people's underwear in the process.....yeah....started this like six years ago on my phone and never rly bothered to finish it
It started with Yoongi's boxers. He'd left them on the bathroom floor after his shower and Taehyung- because he's a horny teenage boy, because his fatal flaw is curiosity, even if he knows how that ended for the cat- picked them up, held them in his hand for a long minute before lifting them to his face and inhaling. They smelled like ball sweat, no surprise there, but Taehyung's dick shot up like it was spring loaded. After he'd jerked off he told himself not to do it again. It was bad enough that he sometimes thought about Seokjin blowing him (and sometimes Namjoon, sometimes the both of them at the same time) but this was too far. Don't be any weirder than you already are, Kim Taehyung.
Except he did it again. The laundry pile was right there and he was half-hard as he dug through dirty clothes, fully erect by the time he closed the bathroom door behind him, prize in hand.
Hoseok wore this particular pair of briefs on Monday. Taeyhung remembers because he'd watched Hoseok during stretches, revealing a strip of burgundy every time he lifted his arms over his head, and Taehyung had to will away his boner by forcing the image of Hobeom naked into his brain.
But today Taehyung has five minutes of alone time, ten minutes if he pushes his luck. It's a downright luxury in the midst of endless promotions. He turns on the shower to cover up any noise, then leans against the wall, palming himself through his shorts. With his unoccupied hand, he brings Hoseok's briefs up to his nose, sucking in a deep breath. The smell of boy is pungent, and Taehyung's thinks about Hoseok waking up on Tuesday with his morning wood straining the front of his briefs. Hoseok on his stomach, grinding his dick into his mattress for a fleeting moment of relief before Seokjin started yelling at them to wake up. Or maybe on his back, sliding his hand under his waistband and wondering if he could get away with it. Taehyung thinks about precome rubbing into the fabric, thinks about the salty taste on his tongue.
He's light-headed. He's going to die here with his cock out and Hoseok's boxers in his hand and everyone is going to know and in a weird way that makes Taehyung pump his cock faster, toes curling into the tile floor. He wants to be between Hoseok's legs, smelling the real thing. Nudging apart his thighs, dipping his tongue under Hoseok's balls to taste salt.
Taehyung comes into his fist, smearing his own jizz down his length as he jerks himself through it. He's panting when he drops Hoseok's underwear. He surveys his messy hand and laughs, a little strangled.
On a scale of one to fucked up, Taehyung isn't sure where he's at, but it can't be good.
Bangtan, Jin/J-Hope, 525 words
really belated AHL fic where 2seok fly like paper get high like planes pls ignore any dubious ethics
Faahz pulls him aside as the rest of the crew is packing up. "Here," he says, pushing something wrapped in cellophane into Seokjin's hand. "For you and J-Hope. Eat them, but don't tell anyone."
Seokjin isn't sure he understands why these brownies are so secretive, or if this falls under the umbrella of normal American host behavior, but he pockets them accordingly. "It's good?" he asks, hesitantly pleased.
"Yeah, it's good," Faahz says, and wiggles his eyebrows.
Later, at the studio, after Namjoon and Yoongi have passed out half on top of each other on the couch and the maknaes are off doing whatever it is they do when they're alone, Seokjin shows the package to Hoseok. "Sabunim gave us these to eat."
Hoseok inspects the wrapper, poking out his bottom lip in confusion. "Why?"
Seokjin shrugs. "He said they were good." They're both on diets, but five hours of dance practice later and fuck it, Seokjin could kill for some chocolate. "Let's do it."
It takes a while before Seokjin feels it. His limbs feel all loose, not like when he finishes an intensive dance practice or workout but like he could sink into the couch cushions if he wanted to. He turns to Hoseok to ask him something, but Hoseok is kind of slumped over next to him, eyes transfixed on the opposite wall. Seokjin remembers that they had been practicing their beatboxing routine, but he doesn't remember when they stopped. He must be more tired than he thought.
Namjoon wanders into the corridor some time later, stepping over Hoseok's splayed legs. He points the camera down at them. "Have you guys been practicing? It's your turn to film."
"Aye aye, captain," Seokjin says in English. Beside him, Hoseok salutes dutifully before bursting into giggles.
Practicing is kind of a dismal effort. Every time Hoseok laughs, Seokjin laughs because Hoseok's laughter is contagious like that and Seokjin feels more relaxed, more happy than he has in a long time. Even if he can't beatbox to save his life. Or manage to get through the breathing exercises Hoseok remembers after Namjoon has declared them boring and left the camera in their possession.
"Your face is so red right now," Seokjin tells Hoseok. The color of a ripe, juicy tomato. Wow, Seokjin is hungry.
"Because you keep making me laugh!"
Seokjin tries, really tries to keep it together as they practice but it's clear after Seokjin resorts to slapping himself across his own cheek that it's just not going to happen and Hoseok says, "I give up," and reaches to turn off the camera.
There's no good reason why Seokjin crawls forward to Hoseok, pushing their noses together, except that maybe Seokjin really is that hungry and he's mistaken Hoseok for a piece of meat. He kisses Hoseok to a soundtrack of Taehyung and Jimin snoring in other room and Hoseok lets him, even though they're both still kind of laughing. It's nice. Seokjin hasn't kissed anyone in a while.
"Hyung," Hoseok says when Seokjin pulls away for air. "I think there was something special about those brownies."
"No shit," Seokjin says, and kisses him again.
Bangtan, Jin/Rap Monster, 390 words
for kayleigh, inspired by one of those au idea posts on tumblr: "i promise i’m not hitting on you but you smell really good"
Working a part time job on top of his full courseload works well enough for Seokjin for all of one week until his body remembers that he requires a full eight hours of beauty sleep to function as a normal human and promptly gives up on him.
Seokjin is not good at being tired. He's got a pimple developing in the middle of his cheek, he hasn't had time to cook in almost a week, and his roommate is pointedly not speaking to him after an argument over a pile of laundry left in front of the bathroom door (and Taehyung may not be talking to him, but it hasn't stopped him from talking to inanimate objects around Seokjin, which might be worse.) But tomorrow's his day off and his earliest class has been cancelled, so Seokjin is a little delirious with the possibility of sleeping in by the time he catches his bus home for the night.
There's an open seat next to some guy his age in the back of the bus and Seokjin doesn't hesitate before taking it. The bus pulls away from the curb and Seokjin lets his head fall back against the seat, closing his eyes. The guy next to him is listening to something with an acoustic guitar over his headphones. Seokjin knows this because his neck has decided right now that it no longer can support the weight of his skull and his head is lolling in the direction of this stranger, who Seokjin notices smells really fucking good. He may accidentally say so out loud.
Seokjin realizes immediately what he's said and panics a little as the guy tugs out one of his earbuds and gives him a puzzled look. "I'm sorry, I swear I'm not hitting on you or anything," Seokjin says. And then, "What detergent do you use?"
To Seokjin's relief, the guy doesn't seem horrified or anything. He even laughs a little. "Uh, thanks? And I still make my mom do my laundry when I go home, you'll have to ask her."
"I'm really tired," Seokjin tells him. "I'm sorry."
The guy laughs again. He has a dimple in each cheek. "I can tell," he says, and this time he's the one leaning into Seokjin's space. "For the record, I wouldn't mind if you were hitting on me."
100%, Chanyong, 318 words
this is hypothetically part of a full fic but i'll probably never get around to writing it
They send Minwoo off on a Tuesday. Chanyong hadn't meant to cry, just like he doesn't mean to end up in the bottom bunk of their bed, face against Minwoo's pillow. It's not as though he came here to, like, sniff his pillow or anything (it smells like nice cologne- Chanyong still wears body spray if he bothers with any at all) - it's just that he's too lazy to climb into his own bunk and no one's here this time to kick him out.
He falls asleep there and wakes up to someone laughing. Jonghwan, toothbrush hanging out of his mouth, angling his phone down to take a picture. Chanyong blinks up at him. "What are you doing?"
"You look so cute," Jonghwan says around his toothbrush. "I'm going to send this to hyung's email."
"I'm going to punch you in the dick," Chanyong says, and rolls over.
Jonghwan's foot nudges him between the shoulder blades. "You have to get up, we're leaving in a half hour."
There's a crick in Chanyong's neck when he forces himself out of bed. This is, he thinks, also Minwoo's fault, for leaving.
----
Even with the increased practice for their comeback, everyone spares the time to mope. Hyukjin is increasingly sullen about his diet, about his singing, about not being able to find the match to the sock he's wearing. Changbum gets all clingy, like he thinks if someone else wants to go, he can physically hold them back. Rockhyun keeps giving everyone encouragement, but his optimism doesn't yet meet his eyes.
And Jonghwan, well, Chanyong isn't sure he'd be able to tell. He plays the guitar a lot, but that's how he spends most of his free time anyway. He's the hardest to read, his mind always somewhere else. The type of person who looks like he's tuned out of a conversation, only to reference, days later, something that was said.
[blah blah continuing this scene, other scenes blah blah jonghwan giving chanyong guitar lessons blah blah this is why this fic never went anywhere]