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#yoonminau
"i had a really nice time tonight," yoongi said, offering jimin a small smile. he never quite knew how to end any of the dates he went on, whether bad or good. it always got awkward when it came to leaving.
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@yukinoluvjin
he can be a real manly man and still also be feminine. i’d go so far as to say the real ‘manly men’ are the ones who have the ability to be feminine without getting insecure about their masculinity—they can be both manly and feminine. which all of bts are.
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#yoonminau
— [ challenge me ]
enchanter yoongi who eases the boredom of eternal life by casting curses through his music. he’s sending an entire castle to sleep when he notices a servant unaffected by his magic. in the man’s eyes he sees one thing: a worthy opponent. at last.
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"sounds about right, what with all your not smart friends," jimin said, matter-of-factly, and led yoongi up the steps to the front door.
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you ever think about fae yoongi, who, before he was even born, had been promised in marriage to the tyrant king of the fae realm. to protect him from his fate, he's hidden in the human world, given to a family who were unable to have children of their own.
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disappear because we break up after a few months. that's not fair to him because kids /love me/ and when they meet me they always want me to adopt them. so you're going to have to be aware that when i do meet him, you're not going to be his favourite anymore."
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jimin hummed softly, an answering smile breaking out brightly across his face. "yeah, me too. it's been lovely."
yoongi glanced around the bar, startled by the realisation that it was almost empty. how long had they been there? it felt like only five minutes had passed.
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so i have this old idea for a yoonmin au where yg is a lonely aristocrat (think victorian england) who lives alone and isolates himself bc he's in the closet. and jimin, a poor, but kind man who delivers yoongi's mail(?), takes pity on him at christmas and brings him mince pies
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his heart was beginning to jump unevenly. it was an end of date ritual, anticipation and anxiety for what was to come next. or what might come next if jimin hadn't been put off by yoongi's... well... anything. how was he supposed to know what might make jimin uninterested?
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he opened his mouth.
jimin pushed away from the bar, sighing as he slid off the stool and stretched his legs. yoongi watched, a little mesmerised by jimin's hands running through his hair, tidying it.
jimin's eyes flickered in his direction, and yoongi hastily ducked his head.
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jimin bit his lip, a crease appearing between his eyebrows. "i get it if we need to take this slow. it's probably smart."
yoongi swallowed. "yeah, um, the thing is... i'm not actually that smart, so..."
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yoongi breathed, told himself to smile properly. "i don't know if you'd be saying that if you'd met them."
"well, maybe i'll have to meet them sometime so i can judge that for myself."
yoongi got hot again, nodded. "yeah. it's the only way to tell."
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"when i drink, you get about four hours of me being loud and fun. then i... just get quiet," he said, trying to sound apologetic. "at least, that's what my friends say."
"sounds like your friends are smart people," jimin said, bumping his shoulder against yoongi's.
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he looked back at jimin. this was the moment.
jimin's mouth was warm against his, hesitant, like he was getting used to the feeling of yoongi's kiss. his hands slipped into yoongi's hair, and he smiled as the kiss deepened.
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automatically, he tried to push down the urge to laugh foolishly at jimin's words. it's been lovely. yoongi liked that. and he wanted jimin to know he liked that, so why was he trying not to smile? he should smile. what if jimin thought he wasn't that into him?
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yoongi bit back another smile and cursed himself. just let it happen. what did his body have against him showing people he liked them? he squeezed jimin's fingers. "how far away is your place?"
jimin's eyebrows went up, his smile widening. "not far... why?" teasing.
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"hey," jimin said, fingers skating over yoongi's shoulder. "you coming?"
yoongi nodded, easing himself off the stool. the street outside was cold, but yoongi's body was fuzzy from the whiskey he'd been sipping. he sucked in a lungful of city air.
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"just the way you talk, it's so clear and articulate. at first i thought you might be a therapist, they're very patient and clear, you know? like you have to be with kids. and you make dad jokes, no offence."
"i do?"
"yeah, you absolutely do."
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had on each others fingers. he tugged gently, jerking his head. "it's this way."
yoongi fell into step beside jimin, still holding his hand, but now at a complete loss for words. he kept his eyes on his feet, kept his head bowed.
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he shuddered just a little as they broke apart, jimin's fingers tracing down his scalp. jimin looked at him, lips shining, eyelids lowered, chest rising and falling in time with yoongi's own. "come inside?"
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five minutes passed. yoongi counted each second, trying not to steal peeks at jimin. it wasn't like he hadn't been looking at him all night, but jimin looked so... beautiful. his hair wasn't tidy, but it was good that it wasn't.
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usually he didn't mean it. usually they dates were terrible, but this had been a truly pleasant surprise. he wished he had a way to convey that to jimin, but showing enthusiasm wasn't his strong point.
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yoongi looked down at his shoes quickly.
jimin giggled, inching closer. "so... where do we go from here?" soft fingers touched yoongi's hand. "feel like sharing a cab or do you think we'd sit in awkward silence the whole ride?"
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he swallowed thickly. he was not going to cry. that would just be pathetic. crying was reserved for when he was home alone after the dates were over. "i'm sorry," he said. "anyone i go out with has to be ready to be there for dae-hyun to. and i like you. i like you a lot.
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and i'd like to try dating you properly, but i understand you're a lot younger than me and a six year old kid is a lot. and i should have told you before we even met up. there's no excuse, i was just being selfish."
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yoongi beamed. he couldn't help it. "really? you like kids?"
jimin shrugged nonchalantly. "i have five little cousins. i babysit whenever the parents need a date night. who's babysitting for you?"
"hoseok-ah. my friend."
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jimin blinked, lips parting in a silent 'oh'.
"i should have told you straight away," yoongi said, rushing and stumbling through his words. "i normally do, but so many people just aren't interested because of that. and i get why, but it's so..."
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jimin pulled his face closer, pressed a soft kiss to yoongi's lips. "i'm good with that if you are," he murmured into the kiss.
yoongi responded with a breathy noise in the back of his throat. god, he was so good with that. with this.
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yoongi gestured at nothing in particular. "i could walk you home. if you're okay with me knowing where you live."
"i think i'm okay with that," jimin murmured. he stepped back until their arms were stretched between them, the only thing linking them the delicate hold they
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yoongi's breath grew heavy, hands finding jimin's waist to tug him closer. their bodies pressed together. how long had they been kissing? he didn't care. he felt breathless and he liked it. he'd missed it.
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"i'm twenty-five, you're twenty-seven. that's only two years. i'd love to meet him."
"r-really?" yoongi stammered.
jimin pulled a face. "well, when we've seen if we're even compatible, obviously. i wouldn't want to come into his life and
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two minutes passed. it wasn't uncomfortable. not exactly. but he should be talk--
"you're quiet," jimin observed, swinging their linked hands slightly. "run out of things to say?"
yoongi snorted softly, shaking his head. yeah, he'd totally run out things to say.
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HELP???? my ace sope au has gotten so long i need to make a second google doc for it BYE
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hear me out, so
#yoonkookau
where jungkook is set to get married, he’s blissfully in love… until half an hour before the ceremony when he suddenly realises holy fucking shit I can’t do this. and so he goes to his best friend yoongi, who is also the best man.
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yoongi shook his head. "it's not... i'd love to, but... i'm not looking for a one night stand."
jimin nodded, his full attention on yoongi. "okay. that's cool. i like you."
yoongi shook his head again. just say it. "i have a kid. i'm a dad."
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yoongi looked at the dark building. it didn't look like the type of place someone like jimin should live. but then again, yoongi was pretty sure he didn't look like someone who owned a house with weird stick figures and sunshines drawn everywhere dae-hyun could reach.
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the way he looked at yoongi made him feel... well, it made him feel attractive. even if jimin didn't mean it to, just having jimin smile at him, pay attention, actually seem interested when he talked about what he liked... it was lovely.
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suddenly, he became aware that jimin's pace had slowed. they halted on a street of apartment buildings, jimin turning to face him, taking his other hand. "well," he said, giving yoongi another one of those smiles, those looks, "this is me."
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each of his smiles revealed a slightly crooked front tooth. the collar of his shirt was rumpled. yoongi had caught a glimpse of odd socks when jimin adjusted his trouser leg in the bar. everything about jimin felt carefree and weightless.
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yoongi's mouth was bone dry. "you don't have to make a decision right now," he said, testing the words out. "you can just tell me to fuck off, that's an option too."
jimin hummed, eyes thoughtful. the corner of his mouth twitched. he chuckled. giggled. laughed outright.
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#namseokau
-bookshop owner namjoon
-worn out university student hoseok who often falls asleep in the bookshop
(namjoon doesn't have the heart to wake him up, so he often keeps the shop open much longer than necessary)
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@koobIues
Man could’ve just said he didn’t like cuddling when he was trying to get to sleep but why’d he have to phrase it like “that’s going too far” sounds sus to me 🙈
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"one of the not-smart ones?" jimin's head tilted teasingly.
"yeah," yoongi laughed. "the not-smartest of them all. dae-hyun won't let anyone else babysit him, so i think if you're going to be stealing anyones spot as the favourite, it'll be hoseok-ah's."
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the question came out surprisingly timid. and any other night yoongi might have said yes. it wasn't exactly like he got to go out with anyone often. only on nights hoseok was free. dae-hyun wouldn't let anyone else stay with him but hoseok.
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spicy street food, freshly cut grass from the park not far away, jimin's perfume, a heavenly burst of fragrance. he turned to jimin, again opening his mouth to speak, and found jimin gazing at him.
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CALLING ALL READERS OF MY ACE SOPE AU🥳🎉🎉🍾
first of all i want to say thank you all so much. it took 15 months to write this au and i’m so happy that you guys stuck around for all of it.
my plans now are to rewrite the fic and upload it to ao3 (no idea how long this
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yoongi missed having that, feeling that. god he missed having anyone older than six who looked at him like he was the world when he talked. dae-hyun hung off his every word, but yoongi missed /this/, the way someone who was attracted to you looked at you.
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"this explains a lot actually. you act like such a dad."
"what? how?" yoongi asked, the tension in his shoulders lessening.
jimin's cheeks were rosy as he tilted his head back to look at the sky, exposing his throat. yoongi tried not to think about kissing it.
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carefully, he put his arms up between them, hands on jimin's chest. get it over with. he should have said it the moment jimin started talking to him, but he'd just been so sick of everyone passing or only wanting a one night stand. he'd just wanted one night to feel young again.
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he tried to read jimin's expression, but couldn't get anything from it. jimin's fingers were playing with the hair at the nape of yoongi's neck. but he wasn't running away or slapping yoongi, so that had to be a good sign.
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they laughed quietly.
yoongi was the first to stop, embarrassed. "i really am sorry. i'm an asshole for not telling you."
"it wasn't the best decision you've made," jimin agreed, not unkindly.
"i know you're younger than me--"
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"he's six?" jimin asked, voice fluttering.
yoongi nodded. "his mum, she--"
"you don't have to explain," jimin breathed, tucking a lock of hair behind yoongi's ear. "i don't need to know. it's okay." his thumb was drawing tiny circles on yoongi's cheek.
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"do you still want to come inside?" jimin asked. he kissed the tip of yoongi's nose, grinning breathlessly.
yoongi hesitated. the last time he'd started a relationship with sex, he'd ended up with a child.
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he lowered his head, but jimin's fingers found his chin and tilted it back up again. "what is it?" jimin asked softly, concern filling his eyes. "we don't have to. i'm okay with that."
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although, he supposed at least neither he or jimin could get pregnant, so that was something, but... he looked at the building towering over them, back at jimin, at their hands, clasping between their chests. when had that happened?
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it leaves him alone at three in the morning, unable to talk to anyone and unable to ask for the comfort he so desperately craves as he begins to cry silently into his pillow.
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worth it anyway. i only roughly worked out how much we’d save.” he speaks with a tiny pout, absently, like half his attention is on consciously thinking the words as he says them. “i just thought… we’re low on money… so i tried to do some maths stuff.”
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chaos of touch. but it's just his hair yoongi strokes so lightly he doesn't make contact with hoseok's skin. "you have so much going on in your head all the time," he says, "i know how you feel, so take it from someone who gets it, you need to remember to let yourself breathe."
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“i guess we’re even now,” yoongi says, balling up the tissues. “i made you cry, too,” he adds, when hoseok doesn’t respond.
hoseok draws in a deep breath and smiles as he lets it out. “yeah. i guess so.”
“we shouldn’t make a habit of it.”
“n-no, let’s not.”
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he gave yoongi earlier. his body seizes up and he can’t stop it. he needs it to stop, but he can’t. all he can do is stand there and try not to burst into frantic, irrational tears as yoongi pulls back and presses a tiny kiss to hoseok’s cheek.
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have for not being homophobic... it doesn't mean anything to list them. just being normal around us is what counts."
hoseok's face burns. he's such an idiot. "i'm sorry. i didn't think... yoongi-ssi--"
"hyung," yoongi says.
"w-what?"
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okay 😪🤚lets try this again, 1 like = 1 answer, get me to 40 likes 🥳
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at what point will they get exhausted with him for this? five months? a year? he needs to pull himself together before it gets annoying.
“i’ll tell you what,” jimin says suddenly. “how about we pick out something for yoongi-hyung and go get drunk.”
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face is pink. “stop being ridiculous.”
jimin’s smile widens and he sighs again, wrapping his arms around namjoon’s middle. “my night in shining armour.”
“why are you on the floor? get up and help with dinner! let namjoon-ah plant his stuff.”
“alright, my prince.”
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"oh my god, he's jesus. jiminie, here, turn this into wine." yoongi pushes his glass of water across the table.
"fine, fine, i'll sit here, just stop talking about jesus!"
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a duvet.
“shh,” yoongi whispers when he tries to open his eyes. “it’s okay. go back to sleep.”
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yoongi's upper arms and he gives him a hug that he's not even sure can be called a hug because it's over so fast. he smells yoongi's perfume, he feels yoongi's warmth, he presses his face into yoongi's shoulder, and then it's over because he's pulling away.
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“i think you can handle it, ‘seok.”
“i don’t think i can handle it.”
“don’t fall asleep.”
“i might fall asleep.”
“i refuse.”
“you refuse my falling asleep?”
“yeah. so don’t do it.”
“i’ll try. no promises, though.”
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“i’m not actually depressed. i don’t want you to worry about me being depressed, it—i’m not. i’d never do anything, you know? please don’t worry about me like that—in that way.”
“i’m going to worry about you in all the ways,” yoongi says, a teary laugh bursting from him.
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“tell me anything, okay?” namjoon says, voice close and slow and quiet. “i l-love you and i’m here.”
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admit to his parents he was in his mid-twenties and not only not going to university yet, but also incapable of living independently. that, and, jungkook had burst into tears at the idea of them not living together.
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he smiles at jimin, not that jimin needs the encouragement. he’s not sure he can do this anymore, go out with jimin alone and struggle to avoid physical contact when, out of all four of them, jimin seems the most eager to make it. also the most oblivious to hoseok’s problem.
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ear and dumb stuff like that. it was kind of annoying after awhile, so we started teasing him. he was walking around campus craning his neck to see if he could find you.”
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“telling you would have ruined the surprise,” namjoon says, peeling off his socks. he sighs, stretching out his legs, toes in the grass.
yoongi shifts. “actually, we thought it might be good for you to do something spontaneously. hard to overthink when you don’t have a chance.”
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am i the only one who sometimes sees big accounts say that no one is interacting with them, but what they really mean is instead of 300 likes theyre getting 100. and i get that it may be lower engagement than is their normal, but thats nowhere near being ‘no one’ yk?
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sentence, but, “i remember how much i wanted to be a part of something like that when i read it. it didn’t feel real, but… i think that’s what i have with the others now. crazy to think about, really. true, though.”
“yeah,” hoseok had whispered. “you really do.”
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he looks up when hoseok comes in. “hi.”
“hi,” hoseok whispers.
namjoon goes back to cleaning his hands. “come in. sit down.”
“oh, um… okay.” he doesn’t plan on staying long enough to need to sit down, but he sits, putting a good space between him and namjoon.
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if i was hungry in the middle of the night. there was this old torch she kept under her pillow and we’d use that because my parents got funny about lights being on at night. she always had rice ready in the fridge to make kimchi fried rice with.”
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“well, maybe we can think of something else to do?” namjoon suggests, putting down his pen.
“no. it’s okay,” hoseok says hastily. “it’s his birthday, not mine. we shouldn’t be changing the plans for me.”
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“it’s not that late,” hoseok mumbles, glancing at the clock. shit. either someone forgot to put new batteries in it or—
“‘seok, it’s almost four in the morning.”
“oh.”
yoongi smiles softly, nodding. “yeah. time flies. go get ready for bed.”
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were tispy and bored. and seokjin-hyung was out. and jungkookie said ‘let’s kiss’ so… we did.”
“and?” jimin demands. hoseok’s storytelling is clearly at a pace akin to a snails.
“and what?” hoseok laughs.
“what was it like? was it good? come on. give me something.”
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gently, he holds out hoseok’s jeans and an oversized black sweatshirt with large white words printed on it in english.
hoseok takes them, overcome with shyness. “what does it mean?” he asks.
“fuck if i know. i can barely read korean, let alone a whole other language.”
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yoongi sticks by hoseok’s side when they leave, waving goodnight to sumirae.
“enjoy the wine, noona,” jimin calls.
“we let her keep the wine in exchange for her making sure no one catches us with the drinks we bring in,” yoongi says. “jiminie’s idea. obviously.”
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jimin lifts the book when he sees hoseok. it’s one of the ones from hoseok’s shelf. one that he hasn’t read yet. “you don’t mind, do you?”
hoseok shakes his head. “is it any good?”
“yeah, i love this one. it’s the first gay book i ever read.”
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he sets the table, puts out some side dishes he and tae had prepared last night. as though they’re synced, the shower turns off at the exact moment the rice cooker pings. he ladles out soup, fills a bowl with steaming rice, sloppy in his rush.
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“he’ll probably flirt with you.”
jungkook shrugs, scrunching his nose happily. “gay guys like me, what can i say? i’m hot guy number one.”
seokjin snorts moodily.
“he might text you loads,” hoseok says.
“good,” jungkook giggles. “i like being texted loads.”
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yoongi laughs. “yeah, that’s me. full of good thoughts. like let’s go eat dinner before the others eat it all without us.”
“they wouldn’t dare,” hoseok gasps.
“oh, yes they would. let’s go.”
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“namjoon-ah?”
“yeah?”
“if you ever need help planting seeds or anything, i wouldn’t mind helping.”
“oh. yeah, i’d like that.”
“okay. goodnight.”
“goodnight, hyung.”
he closes the door with a click that echoes down the entire hallway and heads to his and yoongi’s room.
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#sopeau
drabble
--make me understand
-when hoseok is abandoned by his so-called friends on the side of the road, yoongi flies from seoul to paris and spends all night driving to reach him. he doesn't consider other options. he just goes. and that's terrifying to realise.
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hoseok opens his eyes, squinting at taehyung curiously. “really? third-wheel?”
taehyung shrugs. “you guys get on really well. like me and jimin-ah do. yoongi-hyung used to complain he felt like a third-wheel around us. sometimes he still tells us to get a room.”
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ridiculous. he was the one to tell yoongi to call him out on anything straight and stupid he did. actually, maybe he should feel ten times more ridiculous than he does.
he takes a breath. yoongi is right. he doesn’t breathe enough. he thinks too much.
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minus expenses… would mean i could give you most of what’s left.”
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seokjin smiles at him begrudgingly. it isn’t the smile hoseok remembers. it might be better, hoseok isn’t sure. all he knows is it makes him want to laugh and cry and hold seokjin close and never let go. his stomach is hollow, but he doesn’t want to go down to dinner.
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namjoon and taehyung nod.
“y’scared us,” yoongi says, and he pulls hoseok close, pressing a kiss to the top of his head.
“we’re scared for you,” taehyung says quietly. large tears are rolling down his cheeks.
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#yoonminau
—If I Am Damned, So Be It
-in which victorian aristocrat yg lives his life holed up in his mansion, avoiding his parents and the suitors they bring to his door, and in which jm is the delivery boy who comes into his life like spring comes to thaw the winter frost.
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he threads his fingers insistently with the hair at the nape of hoseok’s neck. “now put y’arms around my waist an’ dance with me.”
hoseok pouts and does as he’s told, drawing yoongi closer than he already is. they sway from side to side, moving in a slow circle to the music.
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hoseok smiles and finishes his drink. it’s hitting him all at once just how yoongi must feel knowing jimin has it all figured out. he’d understood before, the feeling of floating in limbo while everyone else moves purposefully around you, but now he really understands.
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"it can be the best thing and still be overwhelming," yoongi says, shifting. "like... i get tired of hanging out with the guys, but not because hanging out with them isn't great, just because... sometimes i need to be alone or i start feeling overwhelmed. you know?"
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