➺❀ round and round

pairing ▹ hoseok x jimin, side namgi and namgikook, minor taejin genre ▹ fluff, light angst | non!au a/n ▹ written for the @jihope-love-exchange and my recipient flowerstems. there is also a mention of past rap line threesomes, but it is not relevant plot-wise! words ▹ 1,830 summary ▹ It takes a while for Hoseok to realize that he and Jimin are circling one another - have been circling one another - for a while now, but at least it all comes to an end one way or another.

∘ cross-posted here

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Dead Altars

Yoongi was laying flat on his back in the grass in a black hoodie and ripped jeans under a live oak- its large branches winding and shielding him from the sun. He felt most comfortable here. He wasn’t but a dozen meters from the busy street, but there was enough space between that he could forget about it for a while and just breathe. He could breathe dark, deep soil underneath him- he could inhale the moss hanging from the trees. Even the voices of the others in the park were far away. He was untouched here. It was just past four P.M.- the sun had come to an obnoxious angle in the sky, just under the respite of the hanging foliage. He turned away, keeping his eyes shut. He could still feel the sun on his back and see the orange behind his eyelids.

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big bed, bigger hearts

summary:

On a day where Taehyung should be finishing up his project, Yoongi and Namjoon discover that their boyfriend is hot when he’s mad.

↳ cross-posted on ao3

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love and school days

Seokjin Bingo part 1 ♢ 2 ♢ 3 ♢ 4 ♢ 5 ♢ 6

summary:

Seokjin’s students ask him how he’s able to love two people at the same time and Seokjin explains that it isn’t really that hard.

↳ cross-posted on ao3

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worry no more when love leans against the door

Yoongi’s first—and up until recently, his only—relationship was back during his first year of college. If one could call his brief fling with Yuri a relationship. There was mutual attraction, they were cool with each other, but not enough to extend their dates pass one month or kiss more than a handful of times. After Yuri, there wasn’t anyone else Yoongi was interested in enough to bother pursuing, and as time went on, he became too busy with his studies and internship to consider a relationship. Yoongi wanted something permanent. If he couldn’t put his all into someone and receive the same effort back, then he wouldn’t bother.  

Meeting Namjoon right after graduation was unexpected. But there he was, being introduced to a slender guy with supernovas for dimples, someone Yoongi’s director said he would be collaborating with on a project because he thought their “ personalities complimented each other well. ”

Falling for Namjoon was unexpected, maybe slightly unwanted, because Yoongi couldn’t get see how someone like Namjoon would want to be with someone like Yoongi. He remembered talking himself out of kissing Namjoon once, and then accidentally blurting out how he wasn’t Namjoon’s type. Namjoon, carefully, slowly, had said, “You shouldn’t speak so lowly of yourself,” before kissing Yoongi.

Yoongi gave into him after that, despite the apprehension that liked to sneak around.

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By the time Jin’s shift was finally over, he’d nearly forgotten what awaited him back at the ship. His head was fuzzy from the strange amount of paperwork and shipments requiring inspection came flooding in. None of it was contraband, of course, but it was still a hassle to go through everything and find the right forms for each.

His muscles felt tense and his head was starting to ache, but the moment he stepped in the ship, he remembered again. The smell of Jimin’s perfume and bath bombs permeated the air, and the TV in the living area still hummed quietly of some show Jimin had been watching.

He toed quietly through the room, flicking off the screen before making his way to the bedroom, the sight causing him to pause a moment and catch his breath. Jimin was curled into a ball, cuddling Jin’s pillow. One of the largest of the pink sweaters Jin had purchased for him swallowed his frame and made him look like a soft marshmallow with a tuft of blonde hair spread over the linens. His cheeks were puffy and smooshed up against the pillow. Jimin moaned in his sleep and Jin snapped out of his thoughts.

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The trio had lugged Mr. French out of the bar, Taehyung had taken off his hoodie and dressed him in it to hide his bruised and battered face as Taehyung beat him into unconsciousness.

“I was handling it,” Jimin whispered harshly in Taehyung’s ear before smiling and waving at the bartender, “Fella had a lil’ too much. Gonna get him home.”

“You weren’t handling it,” Taehyung said angrily, pushing the door open with his foot.

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It’s so oppressively hot in the marketplace that Jungkook is sweating- the exhaust from the nearby ships coming and going from the dock adjacent to the market making it worse. And it’s crowded. Really fucking crowded. But he’s okay, even in the heat and being shoulder to shoulder with strangers, he has Hoseok by his side. He’s standing a meter away at a booth, hand on his cocked hip and examining different tools. It’s weirdly comforting to Jungkook, even if he doesn’t like the guy. With his focus on the task at hand, the sea of people moving around him barely registers.

“What’s that for?” Jungkook asks, pointing to some ropes that were wrapped tight in a careful circle.

Hoseok shrugs.

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Jungkook awoke to the smell of fresh, hot rice and soup wafting in from the small metal kitchen. Taehyung was humming to himself as things clattered around, some song that Jungkook didn’t recognize. When was the last time he had something someone cooked?

“Mornin’,” Taehyung called, sticking his spatula under the vegetables and flipping them as Jungkook lumbered in, still half in dreams.

“Smells good,” He mumbled, rubbing his eyes.

“Thanks,” Taehyung said in a punchy tone, half vocalizing the song that was playing in the background and bouncing around the kitchen, “It’ll be ready in a sec.”

Breakfast was eaten in a hurry, but Jungkook was overjoyed to have a home-cooked meal after what seemed like- no, was most definitely years since he had even seen fresh vegetables. All of his meals had been vacuum-sealed pouches of micro-nourishment. Not that he particularly minded them, but he couldn’t even remember the last time he had something hot and with a texture and made by an honest to god human- It was heaven.

“Sorry for rushing you out the door,” Taehyung smiled, fixing the beret on his head and brushing his hands over his long overcoat, “You’ll be okay in the city on your own for a while?”

“Yeah, I’ll be fine,” Jungkook smiled back, tugging on his bag. He felt strange and out of place being back in such a populated space, but it didn’t faze him. He thought about saying more, telling Taehyung that it would be an adventure, that he traveled over all kinds of terrain and he had gotten used to the unexpected and doing things alone. But he spent so much time thinking about the words that Taehyung was already walking away.

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