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Ice Like Fire
Just imagining hockey player TH and nerdy STEM major JK that blows everyone’s mind the first time he goes to a game and he’s wearing a little crop top with TH’s name and number on the back of his jacket.
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where
Jeongguk hasn’t thought about his ex-fiancé a single time in the last four years, not until he bumps into his ex’s super model older brother, who has only gotten hotter.
the only question he has now is, is it wrong to hookup with your ex’s brother?
it’s an a/b/o
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with
Seven moments of Alpha Taehyung trying to convince himself he didn’t need a mate.
& a lifetime of Omega Jungkook being all he’s ever wanted.
TH doesn’t know JK, but he really wants to. really really wants to.
until he finds out that the pretty little thing behind the glass was only there bc he lost a bet to his /boyfriend.
ice like fire drabble — okay guys listen!!!
thinking about years down the road when Professor Kook is attending a fundraiser for the university he works for and noticed one of the items at the silent auction table is a signed player card of his husband.
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where rnb singer taehyung is certain the love of his life has moved on. six years later, he has no choice but to pour his heart&soul into his songs.
having no idea that each night Jungkook sings along to every word. wishing he was the one Taehyung sang about.
“you kind of tasted like strawberries just now.”
“huh?” Taehyung rolls off of him with the widest smile “i didn’t even eat any”
Jungkook grabs one and pops it into his own mouth with a shy smile, “i know…you taste like me.”
Jungkook clicks off his reading light and mumbles under his breath “yeah well it’s only late because you stayed out all night.”
“goodnight, Jungkookie.”
Jungkook doesn’t say a word but he hopes Taehyung isn’t able to see just how big he’s smiling in the dark.
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it’s between episodes when Taehyung feels a pillow being shoved beneath his head. “can’t be comfortable laying like that”
and then Jungkook returns his gaze to the screen but there’s no hiding the way his cheeks are bright red.
Taehyung groans internally.
fuuuuuuck.
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‘met a boy with eyes like a man, turns out my heart fits right in the palm of his hand’
Or //
An NHL prospect and a STEM major meet in a bar — well, actually, it’s their dorm, and they weren’t supposed to fall in love.
but see the day that Taehyung moves dorms, he wasn’t expecting to find Jungkook there. He figured it’d be another athlete.
certainly not a boy with big glasses and his long hair tossed up in a messy ponytail behind his head
certainly not /jungkook of all people
apparently JK was feeling bratty when he lost their bet and decided to rile up his boyfriend by wearing another guys number.
but damn did he have to rile up TH too?
“but you have a boyfriend. and that boyfriend of yours is someone really important to me. so i can’t risk fucking that all up because i cant get my feelings in check. so yeah, i’ve been avoiding you. and i’m sorry if it hurt you, but its been fucking /killing me. so we’re even.”
but /nothing is better than the way Taehyung’s fingers tighten on his hip when he curses. “Im fucking /desperate for you, Kook. All i think about twenty four seven is you. Being around you is infuriating, because I can’t stop myself from wanting you.”
bc now he has to sit in the locker room and hear the guys give Mingyu shit about his nerdy boyfriend being a total smoke show and Taehyung just wants to /die bc DAMN Jungkook walked right out of his dreams 😩
walks over and points at it with a smirk, trying hard not to look like a kicked puppy, “figured you’d recognize me after walking around with my name and number at the last home game.”
Jungkook’s eyes light up before his face turns bright red.
how is this the same person with the little silver belly button ring and washboard abs???
/god Taehyung is going to end up getting his ass kicked by Mingyu and he doesnt even care
tags // breakup with your boyfriend yeah yeah bc im bored — aka, TH is down bad at first sight and it only gets worse due to forced proximity when a leak in his dorm has him reassigned to none other than JKs dorm
when he stops off between classes to grab a sandwich from a cafe that’s completely out of the way and almost noone goes to.
Jungkook fucking /works there.
when did he start working there???? or is it that Taehyung never paid attention before.
is he crazy??
with his left arm he holds Jungkook close. adds a scribbled heart behind the three words and puts the card through the laminator.
dropping a kiss to Jungkook’s hair, “sleep all you need.”
there’s not a single doubt in his mind, Taehyung loves him.
but then Mingyu skates over to the half glass and presses a soft kiss to Jungkook’s cheek in thank you and Taehyung realizes that his place in their life is meant to be where it is right now.
as far away from them as possible.
“i’ll figure all this shit out and after winter break we can be best friends again. okay? just.. let me work through this, on my own. i’m sorry.”
Jungkook nods. hand gently holding Taehyung’s arm against his stomach. the touch like a million little bolts of electricity.
Taehyung has a decision to make and it comes….(albeit torturous)….rather easy.
He needs to make a very clear distinction between the friendship he is now forging with Jungkook and the unhinged /desire he feels for him.
As if Jungkook is watching the cord snap in real time, Taehyung crowds him against the door instantly.
one hand impossibly tight on his side as his other hand presses to keep the door closed.
he’d recommend his bro start buying the double chocolate ones that Jungkook salivated over when Taehyung brought one for himself a few weeks ago.
it’s so simple to be a good friend. a good bro. a good wingman.
and yet…he can’t bring himself to.
when Taehyung leaves Jungkook still cries.
face buried in the pillow and wondering how he went from missing his friend’s presence to missing the feeling of that friend pressed up against him.
looks like they both have shit to work through over winter break.
“oh god, that’s so embarrassing!!! fucking Mingyu.”
Taehyung’s arms cross as he shakes his head, this guy is something else entirely. “I’m Taehyung, pleasure to meet you”
Jungkook blinks slowly a few times before the smile comes back
his /boyfriend being THs co-captain mingyu. who scoffs and laughs maniacally when JK twists on his heels to show off the number and name that does /not belong to Mingyu.
Taehyung grabs his bag and throws it on instantly. other arm wrapped around Jungkook’s shoulders. feeling so comforted by the arm that snakes around his own waist. “well damn, when you phrase it like that. i have no choice but to follow your instructions, do i?”
Taehyung is a popular guy…he always has been. He’s never had an issue in the dating scene amongst guys or girls. especially not now, not when he’s a season away from being pulled up to the NHL — he’s popular.
when he goes to the campus gym to do his morning cardio, he notices the other working with the weights.
have they always worked out at the same time???
and yet Jungkook completely deflates his ego when he looks up and smiles at him.
“Welcome to our dorm! I’m Jungkook!”
Taehyung nods with a smile. Trying to keep his cool. goes to drop his bag when Jungkook clears his throat, “and your name is???”
because a long arm wraps around his waist from behind stops him. he feels Taehyung’s face press into the back of his neck, “i’m so sorry. please don’t be upset because of me.”
The bag thuds against the ground as Taehyung is flabbergasted. because…..Jungkook doesn’t even /know him????
he stares blankly a few times before noticing that jean jacket with /his damn number on the back.
Taehyung’s hand should not be on his waist and he should not be looking at Jungkook from this close with those sharp brown eyes.
and Jungkook shouldn’t want to cry in relief at Taehyung finally paying attention to him. Even if he’s angry. something is better than nothing.
when Taehyung, loose lipped with an arm around the back of Mingyu’s chair says, “hey that pretty boyfriend of yours hasn’t come to any other games. what’s that about?”
“he doesn’t like hockey. honestly the only sport he genuinely enjoys watching is baseball.”
Jungkook feels insane.
It’s finals week and the first playoff game is tonight. He should be studying and steaming the wrinkles out of the jersey Mingyu gave him.
but all he can think about is this impenetrable wall Taehyung has built between them since the other night.
Taehyung busies himself with ordering another round of drinks, hoping to fight off the way his face burns.
he cant blame mingyu. there’s something super sexy about someone like /that branding themselves with /your name.
now Taehyung is /really looking at him as if he grew another head, “Seriously?”
“You’ve been missing a lot of parts of your memory for two days…Hyeri and Yoongi…and …me. It’s been horrible. Mom was here but she had to go back to work. We need to call her, like /now.”
he’ll never do any of them.
he’s not that kind of guy.
but when the semester slows down and they have some time to breathe, he and jungkook find themselves in their dorm together often.
“Yoongi get over here and quit flirting.”
“I’m not flirting!” he bites back. facing Jungkook again
“well bet or not. you chose the right guy to support. my brother’s gonna be famous in a year. have him sign your jacket now, im telling you!” he’s laughing and taking his seat
face down in his pillow he wants to cry.
it’s not even anything bad…he doesn’t /like Taehyung. not like that anyway.
but Jungkook doesn’t really have any friends and so talking to Taehyung everyday and hanging out together is so much fun.
he just wants to be a good friend.
Taehyung is quite literally shaking when he stands in the bathroom.
what the fuck.
why did he do that??? god that was so creepy.
jungkook is most likely going to cuss him out the second he returns.
taehyung with his legs thrown over the edge of the bed. leaned back on his arms.
while Jungkook is all the way against the headboard. knees curled to his chest.
food and water bottles splayed between them.
its safe and comfortable.
chill.
one night all of the older teammates hit up a pub together. talking about their futures and NHL prospects and what life after university will look like for a bunch of guys with no other purpose than skating and shoving a puck around.
but there’s a way bigger problem at hand, after Jungkook has bought four dozen pastries and even took time at their dorm to individually wrap them all….the problem is that he’s fucking dating Mingyu. so why does he want to go to a stupid game for a stupid sport for someone else?
absolutely horrible for the way his brain starts to conjure up evil little plans to lure Jungkook away from Mingyu and into his own arms instead.
get him to wear that custom glittery jacket to the playoffs instead.
/stop.
Jungkook hadn’t noticed that noone else is dancing. the music is soft and fading out. people going home one by one. “You are one of the greatest people i’ve ever known, Mingyu.”
“you are too, Kook.” Mingyu smiles at him. painful and beautiful all at once “you really are.”
Jungkook does not enjoy hockey.
If he had to rank all of the sports on a chart, hockey is super close to the bottom.
But….for the first time…basically ever…he wants to go the game this weekend.
SO bad.
“yeah, he was panicking over an exam. i guaranteed he’d get an A+ and said when he did he had to come to one of my games as a thank you.” Mingyu finishes his beer and rolls his eyes “I literally GAVE him one of MY jerseys to wear and he still pulled that cheeky shit.”
he pulls out his phone to type a message, desperately wanting Taehyung to see it before switching to airplane mode.
but there’s already a text waiting for him.
—I know.
Jungkook swears to the heavens that if he could be forgiven for just this one sin…he will never do anything like this again. he just… he needs to—
“I’ve got to go, Jungkook. but now you know. I’m not avoiding you because I hate you. I’m avoiding you because I hate myself.”
because the look on Jungkook’s face Friday evening when he gets back to the dorm with two of the double chocolate pastries, is worth all of the gut twisting he endures when Mingyu is around.
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Taehyung’s forehead presses into his own and Jungkook feels like he’s seconds away from sobbing.
the way Taehyung’s eyes struggle to lift up from where they were staring at his mouth makes Jungkook so weak in the knees he almost falls over
Taehyung finishes the pastry in his hand. dusts the crumbs off with loud claps before sinking onto his own bed “damn that hit the spot”
when he rolls over to grab his phone charger, he wasn’t expecting to see Jungkook staring at him.
the sharp eyes have rounded out again
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“Ma?”
“Bear is that you???” he hears her voice and follows it immediately into the kitchen, but stops entirely when he sees none other than his ex, Hyungsik, sitting at her table.
what the fuck has his life come to??
its kind of all he can think about when he leaves their dorm everyday and sees the jean jacket on the back of the door.
Jungkook must’ve made it himself the way the letters of Taehyung’s name are kind of uneven
and there’s glitter all over it.
Jungkook is proud.
and he wants badly to cheer and yell like everyone else but he doesn’t feel like he has that right.
because Taehyung clearly wants nothing to do with him and how fair is it to cheer for Mingyu when his eyes haven’t left number seven the entire game.
“Taehyung, I”
“don’t.” he snarls
Jungkook doesn’t even know when his hands ended up against Taehyung’s chest. he’s sure he put them there with intentions of pushing him away. but why does it feel like he couldn’t do that if he tried.
“please don’t avoid me, Tae. i can’t..—“
but going out with the team and seeing Mingyu nervously tapping at his phone has Taehyung’s stomach in knots.
please dont tell him he fucked everything up.
god he didnt even want to tell jungkook how he felt, EVER.
but he looked so…/miserable, thinking Taehyung hated him.
he looks like he has something to say, and Taehyung is just so eager to hear it.
to hear /anything from Jungkook, if he’s honest.
but then there’s knocking and Taehyung realizes, as soon as he reaches the door and finds Mingyu standing there that he’s utterly hopeless.
Taehyung wants to cry.
he’s overwhelmed with emotion of seeing Jungkook here. of knowing Jungkook was paying attention to his schedule. overwhelmed by Mingyu wanting to keep him company. overwhelmed by the guilt he feels because he wants Jungkook so bad its becoming unbearable.
“ahh, is that how you ended up betting him?”
Mingyu’s brow is raised. like he’s a little more curious to know why Taehyung has so many questions about his boyfriend. but he laughs like its nothing,
“what else am I supposed to think when you dropped me like a fly and do everything in your power to avoid me!”
Taehyung scoffs. his hand loosens from Jungkook’s wrist but when it falls it lands on his waist instead.
it’s too much.
Taehyung should not be standing this close.
Jungkook sits on the bed chewing the bite he didn’t even ask for with his cheeks pink but his eyes are narrowed and sharp.
is this how he looks when he’s angry?? taehyung is even more fucked than he was before because Jungkook is so adorable he wants to scream.
and not a single time has he ever felt this suffocating desperation for Mingyu’s attention the way he feels it for Taehyung.
it is killing him to know that Taehyung doesn’t want him around.
his stomach kicks violently and tears sting at his eyes.
what is his problem?
Taehyung’s lips are soft and warm against his ear, “i love you, the i want to spend the rest of my life with you kind, too”
and if they spend the rest of the afternoon proving that to each other. noone else needs to know.
“well, make yourself at home. i can put headphones on if the tv is too loud at any point, just let me know.”
“no worries, i’m about to go to the gym anyway”
Taehyung was so sweet and brought them the most delicious dessert /ever last night.
He wants to return the favor, maybe he can take a whole bunch of post-game energy fuel to the team…squad?? whatever they’re called.
“You’ve done enough of dictating how handling this will go. It’s my turn.” he slips his fingers up into those curls and breathes him in while he sobs “and right now I just want to hold you before I tell you how angry I am.”
Taehyung reaches down and his thumb swipes the chocolate off of Jungkook’s chin. Mindless, like he’s done it a million times before as he brings the chocolate to his lips, “dont stop on my account.”
he hears the clothes drop from Taehyung’s hands before he feels the hand that wraps around his wrist. spinning him around and backing Jungkook up until he’s flush with the door and Taehyung’s standing chest to chest with him, “hate you? you think i /hate you?”
“fine. but for the record, you are not the best boyfriend i’ve ever had. Namjoon was.”
Hyungsik laughs into his lips, “fuck off.”
Taehyung succumbs to the kiss against all of his better judgement.
how are you supposed to get over someone if not underneath someone else??
He and Mingyu have played hockey together since they were kids. When they both were offered scholarships to the same university, they took it, no questions asked. So to be feeling all of these things….all of this betrayal….he can’t.
he /won’t.
but damn, it’s fucking hard.
just leans in and lets their lips press together softly, when he pulls back he just sits there, letting their lips brush as he speaks “thank you for taking care of me the last few days, Taehyung.”
although on wednesday’s their walk is cut short because Mingyu meets Jungkook halfway with coffee and a pastry.
and Taehyung is such a dick.
because if he were a good friend he would tell Mingyu on the low how Jungkook doesn’t like those fruity pastries.
but then Taehyung’s hands squeeze his hips and he’s leaving.
and Jungkook steps into a cold shower thinking about so many things that he really shouldn’t be.
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hard because he and Jungkook spend a lot of time together now.
they found out they have monday and wednesday classes in the same building…what are the chances???
it became a part of their routine rather naturally, to walk together.
chill until they decide to watch another anime after they’re all caught up on their weeklies.
several episodes in Taehyung is laying back entirely. one leg off the mattress and the other bent.
Jungkook has gotten more comfortable too. long legs extended out.
“and when we get back, you can go. you can date taehyung and be happy and i’ll get over it eventually. i think i’m uh?? already almost there?? like i said…i’ve felt the shift for awhile now…so, just dont be sad anymore.”
Taehyung smiles as Jungkook bites into the pastry he put in front of his mouth.
“relax. it would’ve been really cool if you did that but its no big deal. obviously there wasn’t even a game anyway.”
he shoves him in the chest and laughs, “fuck off, Gyu. don’t tease me over this. it’s weird enough.”
Mingyu takes Jungkook’s hand and slots their fingers. holding on as they trek up the hill with their sleds in the other hands.
green isn’t Taehyung’s color either.
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he’s snapped back to reality when Mingyu groans, “he promised to come and wear my jersey if we make it to playoffs. so ive got extra motivation.” he extends a fist for Taehyung to bump “we’ve got this, bro.”
and Taehyung feels awful.
then Taehyung stands and grabs onto Jungkook’s hands, “c’mere” tugs him in until his arms are tight around Taehyung’s waist so that he can secure his arms around Jungkook’s shoulders. pressing a kiss to his hair, “have a good day, i can’t wait to spend time with you tomorrow.”
and then Taehyung hasn’t spoken a single word to him since.
He’s gone early in the morning before Jungkook wakes up and he doesn’t get home until Jungkook is already asleep.
It’s frustrating and Jungkook can’t take it anymore.
Taehyung tsks and kisses his nose “don’t ever thank me for giving you what you need. that’s the bare minimum.”
then he’s slipping away into the bathroom and Jungkook just can’t wait to know when Taehyung will finally kiss him…for real.
“but then i thought about how weird that would be because i dont ever go to the games and then suddenly im going with a box of pastries and do hockey players even /eat desserts like that? i mean i know you do and mingyu does in the morning but after a game??” he’s rambling
moments later he hears movement at the door and panics.
because Taehyung is walking in and he looks, lifeless.
as if he didn’t just have hundreds of people screaming for him.
as if he isn’t fucking amazing.
why isn’t he celebrating??