hyung, i like you

(Or: in which Namjoon's only ever experienced rough one-night-stands and Seokjin doesn't get the memo.)

Seokjin and Namjoon have an arrangement, one that began decades ago when a young Namjoon visited a brothel where Seokjin worked. For years, Seokjin was content with just fucking for money. Namjoon, although relentless in his pursuit, never demanded for more. But time sneaks up on them—so does loss. And they’re faced with a choice between letting more time pass apart or beholding the passage of time together.

He also convinces himself he doesn't have a crush on Namjoon. Because one: Namjoon likes twinks. And two: Seokjin is no twink.

Kim Seokjin is writing a novel so he can come to terms with how insufferable life is. Or how insufferable he is. He feels stunted, like a flower bud gone dry. But through writing and with Kim Namjoon's help, he blooms.

Namjoon thinks he can find the love of his life in New York City. Seokjin, Model of the Century, doesn't make it easy for him.

Or Seokjin runs away from South Korea's most ostentatious wedding and finds himself in a desperate agreement with a burnt-out painter.

In 2032, BigHit creates the world’s first extra-human boy band. Recently signed talent, Kim Namjoon, is tasked with developing BangtanBoyz android members. In 2038, Kim Seokjin, android and key visual, jokes that Namjoon is his celebrity crush during a nationally televised interview. The only problem is that Seokjin isn’t joking, and worse: he and Namjoon have been hooking up behind closed doors for years. But what does it mean to fall in love with an android? For Namjoon it means the disproval of society, the label, and worst of all—himself.

After a broken engagement leaves him reeling, Kim Seokjin decides to take charge of his love life. His perfect woman is out there, someone who ticks all the boxes on his list. He never expected Kim Namjoon, though.

If this is all he gets to have from Namjoon, he’s going to take it for all it’s worth.

(Or the one in which Seokjin is a runaway bride who joins a quartet of alphas on a journey to find a place to call home.)

Seokjin's sexuality did not progress systematically like ticks on a wall that rose in centimeter-increments; it’d been shaken and dumped out of a plastic container like Yoongi-rocks.

email:

Or, Seokjin's house of puberty wolves.

Seokjin practices being quiet, and Namjoon doesn't make it easy for him.

In which Namjoon is recording Trouble and he needs Jin to moan and… well, they get creative.

(In which escort extraordinaire Kim Seokjin is fully prepared expose a catfish pretending to be famously straight playboy Kim Namjoon, heir to the Hyundai fortune, only for the real deal to actually show up.)

The thing is, Namjoon and Seokjin having meals together wasn’t noteworthy, per se. But now that he thinks about it, really thinks about it, something has always been a bit different.