"He is like my battery"

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Flowers as beautiful as you

Rosy cheeks and strawberries

While these two don't know what the hell is happening, AgustD and Seesaw Yoongi are just vibing~

An ot7 story. 

Genre: Angst, fluff, smut(?),  soulmate!au

Word Count: 1.3k

Synopsis: Seokjin, Yoongi, Hoseok, Jimin, Taehyung and Jungkook used to own a bakery shop. The only thing is, they died. Their bakery has been transformed into many different things over the years, the centuries, and they hated all of the shops that were built. The building has been dubbed to be haunted, but one boy walks in and changes the dynamic of the ghostly boys’ usual mischief.

A/N: Hello! This is my first BTS fic ever, which will hopefully continue if I get enough feedback. Without further ado, I give you Intertwined! Enjoy!

Prologue | next

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Seokjin smiled as he waved at one of the last customers of the day. The ring of the bell echoed through the shop as Jungkook came back from the farmer market, a basket in hand full of ingredients to bake fresh pastries for the next day.

“Hey, grandpa!” Jungkook smirked, placing the heavy basket on the table as the eldest rolled his eyes, unwrapping the cloth from the multitude of fresh foods.

“I’m only a few years older than you, so could you quit calling me that!” Seokjin huffed, hitting the younger’s shoulder from over the counter. Taking the basket off of the counter, Seokjin nearly dragged the ingredients across the floor with the amount of food stuffs were in there. He knew that Yoongi would be happy to know that they have things for baking tonight before they go to bed, so the treck to the kitchen was one that Seokjin was willing to make.

“Ah, Jin! Here let me take that for you!” A puff of black hair blocked his view as the weight was lifted off of his arms. Jimin, the sweetheart, struggled a little less than him as he made his way over to the napping baker. Taehyung was gently coating Yoongi’s face in flour as the shortest one placed the basket on the table, going on his toes a little to finally place the heavy thing there. Seokjin stood there for a second before walking over and waking the baker as best as he could, knowing the grumpy man would thank him later rather than right now. Yoongi woke with no noise, glaring at Seokjin as soon as he laid eyes on him.