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a/n: ah, this is so overdue i’m so sorry.

things you said at 1am

every night it’s like this. jungkook working late, coming home to taehyung asleep on the couch. and of course, no matter how many times he tells his boyfriend not to wait up, taehyung never listens.

jungkook makes his way in their unit, putting his sling bag on the floor beside taehyung’s feet. he crouches in front of where taehyung’s upper body is lying down, carding a hand through his hair. 

taehyung doesn’t wake up, only stirs a bit and lets out a sigh. jungkook smiles to himself, amused with the way taehyung’s lips are parted just slightly whenever he sleeps.

i could get used to this, jungkook thinks.

after shifting to sit on the floor, jungkook crabs his bag and opens it. he takes out a small blue velvet box and examines it deep in thought.

he turns to taehyung’s face and then back to the box with a small smile.

rating: f for fluffy

a/n: fluffy jikook time!!! send me cute au/prompts please!

if there’s one thing jimin hates, it’s being late.

if he didn’t regret binge watching Descendants of the Sun on a school night yesterday, he definitely regrets doing so now.

it’s 7:40am and jimin’s first class is at 8:30am, which means he has less than an hour to catch a train and make it to school on time.

thank fuck there’s a direct line from Sangsu to Korea University.

he manages to get ready quickly without stumbling over fallen pillows too much and makes it to the train station just before 7:55am.

he’s bouncing lightly on his heels while checking over and over again if the next train would be arriving soon, not noticing the increasing population density of the station.

“ugh fucking finally,” he sighs, as the rush of cool air fans his face with the train slowly coming to a halt.

the doors open and jimin makes to grab onto the pole in the middle of the car. suddenly, there’s a lot of people coming in, pushing and shoving here and there, and jimin’s grip on the stainless steel tightens.

once he hears the doors about to close, he opens his eyes because he can feel himself being pressed upon someone from all the pushing.

it’s fucking 28 degrees out and this is no time for everyone to be emitting body heat like a god damn furnace.

strangely though, it doesn’t smell like BO and sweat. it smells like… gardenias?

jimin looks up and is face to face with a broad looking chest of a stranger clad in a white tee and black bomber jacket. jimin tries to stand straight and looks at the stranger in front of him again. he’s met with a sharp jawline and a mop of dark brown hair.

“the next station is Gwangheung-chan. Gwangheung-chan.”

the train stops and suddenly jimin’s out of balance, almost falling over on his back when a hand swoops in around him and keeps him steady. everything suddenly goes quiet for that single moment before it dawns on him what kind of situation he’s in.

as the train starts to depart again, he regains his balance and grips on the pole again before muttering a soft “thanks” to the kind stranger who smells of flowers. he got a good look at the face of his savior when he was being held steady. doe eyes and a cute face, and definitely strong arms on a slightly taller-than-him boy who smells like spring meadows.

there’s not much difference with the amount of people on the train after each station. just the occasional pushing that causes him to be pressed up against cute stranger’s shoulder.

i wouldn’t mind staying like this for the remaining 20 mins of the ride.

however, just as luck would have it, the stranger shifts to turn around facing the door after about 15 mins.

he must be getting off soon, jimin frowns at the thought, already mourning the loss of smelling gardenia.

“the next station is Dongmyo. Dongmyo.”

just as the announcement of the next station was made, the stranger suddenly turns to face jimin again and grabs his free hand. jimin stares at him in shock and only gets a smirk in return. the stranger suddenly takes out a sharpie from his pocket and uncaps it with his mouth (and jimin likes to pretend that wasn’t the hottest thing he’s seen that day) and proceeds to write down something on jimin’s palm.

suddenly the train is halting and the doors open and the stranger gets off all too fast.

jimin, still in a daze, stays stationary, still gripping on the pole. as the train starts to move again, he finally remembers what happened and raises his palm to his face.

jungkook

in which jungkook and jimin are roommates who never seem to catch each other

jungkook has been looking forward to living on campus in a dorm since before he graduated from high school. it was finally his chance to gain some sense of independence having grown up with a doting mother whom he loves very much nevertheless.

on the day his parents drove him to campus to help him move and send him off, he pushed them out of the room to leave as fast as they came in. after all, it’s just a normal 15”x18”ft dorm room with a small shower room.

“remember to eat properly, okay? not just live off of instant noodles.” his mother reminded him as she hugged him farewell.

jungkook felt an urge to roll his eyes but smiled instead. he knew she was right anyways.

his father gave him a hug good bye and a good pat on the back before getting on the car.

fast forward 3 months later and jungkook likes to think he’s finally gotten the hang of the whole college-freshman-trying-to-be-independent thing.

[2 weeks ago]

jimin feels lightheaded, his entire body feeling vibrations from the heavy thrums of the bass of the song currently blasting through the speakers. when he agreed to let his friends taehyung and hoseok drag him out to the club to celebrate passing his job application, this wasn’’t what he had in mind. the place smells of sweat, weed, and strong alcohol, with drinks too sweet yet too strong.

a few swigs of whatever drink taehyung had ordered for him earlier and jimin’s thoughts go hazy and foggy.

a particularly upbeat song is on and his legs involuntarily walk towards the dancefloor, his focus on making his way past heated and sweaty bodies and swishing glasses of alcohol. he makes it to the middle of the crowd unscathed when he spots him from a few feet away.

now, jimin in his college days has been to a lot of clubs and raves similar to this but never has he been so captivated by anyone in those parties like how this boy does. all of jimin’s focus turns to the boy and the way he dances with such control and confidence, and even through the flashing neon lights this boy looks very attractive.

before jimin can even process his thoughts, he finds himself walking towards the boy until they’re face to face.

“well you’re a pretty face,” the boy says and his voice all but sends shivers down jimin’s body. suddenly there’s a hand running through his hair and jimin notices that the boy is almost an entire head taller than him, having to tilt his head down a bit to look into jimin’s eyes.

the boy snakes a hand under jimin’s shirt, feeling his abdomen and jimin involuntarily lets out a moan.

“there’s a room in the back,” the boy pants and jimin, having lost all capacity for coherent thoughts, nods and lets himself be dragged along by this stranger.

they clumsily stumble in the room hand in hand and the boy locks the door before pressing jimin against it all hot, flushed, and filled with need.

the neon lights still leaked through the curtains of the room’s window and the heavy bass is a bit fainter, but nothing is louder than the sound of their breathing and the rapid beating of jimin’s heart.

jungkook puts a hand on jimin’s waist, pulling him closer. he presses their foreheads together and jimin knees go weak at gazing in the boy’s eyes that he has to grip on the other’s arms for support.

“what’s your name?” the other pants, pressing his thigh in between jimin’s legs.

“jimin. p-park jimin.” he sighs. jimin’s breath hitches at the sudden pressure.

“i’m jungkook.” the other says before crashing their lips together, swallowing the moans escaping from jimin’s lips, his free hand holding jimin’s, fingers intertwined that sends butterflies to jimin's stomach.

jimin’s hands start to wander to jungkook’s torso, snaking them under his shirt and he feels the other smirk into his lips before jungkook adds more pressure on the leg in between jimin’s.

jimin gasps and jungkook takes the opportunity to deepen the kiss, licking the roof of jimin’s mouth and sucking on his lower lip.

jimin momentarily pulls back at the sudden lack of oxygen, foreheads pressed together and jungkook laughs softly.

“you’re so fucking cute,” jungkook hisses before attacking jimin’s neck, avidly marking him.

jungkook stops, only to pull his shirt over his head and jimin follows suit.

“oh fucking hell.” jungkook curses, hands running over jimin’s toned arms and torso. “you’re so hot, damn it.”

“what-ah about you, huh?” jimin pants, roaming his hands over jungkook’s defined upper body, gasping from how his body’s running hot where jungkook’s touched him. his pants are getting way too tight for this.

jungkook pulls jimin to the bed and pins his wrists, leaving trails of kisses from his forehead down to his collarbones.

once released from the other’s grip, jimin used his hands to pull jungkook down against him, needing and wanting to get closer, jimin grinding their clothed lower halves together, catching jungkook off guard.

jungkook starts to palm jimin through his jeans, feeling him get harder by the minute while catching every little sound jimin makes with his mouth.

“ah, j-jungkook. p-please.” jimin breathes in between kisses, the need for more friction overwhelming him.

“patience, baby. i’m gonna make you feel real good.” jungkook assures him, managing to undo jimin’s belt and unbutton his pants with one hand. jimin lifts himself in order to let the other remove his pants completely. jungkook removes is own afterwards, enjoying the way jimin watches him through hooded eyes.

jimin hooks leg around jungkook’s waist, pulling him closer and grinds their crotches together causing them both to moan in unison.

jungkook starts kissing jimin’s jaw, his neck, his collarbones and starts teasing his nipples with his tongue while his hand on jimin’s thigh travels upward, dangerously close to where jimin cock feels neglected.

jungkook leaves a trail of kisses down jimin’s v-line and his inner thighs, his cheeks managing to rub against jimin’s cock.

jimin’s so hard by now that it’s painful, beads pre-cum leaking from his slit. jungkook thinks he’s let jimin suffer enough.

jimin’s eyes open, hands automatically tangling themselves in jungkook’s hair when he feels the other wrap his lips around his length. he doesn’t think to suppress the groan that leaves him when jungkook sucks, unraveling from the delicious sensations the other is giving him.

jungkook flats his tongue as he licks the underside of jimin’s length, causing the other to tug on his hair more and jimin’s hips involuntarily thrusting to meet jungkook’s mouth halfway. jungkook groans and sends vibrations shooting through jimin’s dick and jimin’s so close. jungkook can tell if the borderline painful tugging on his hair is anything to go by. but he doesn’t mind, only caring for the hot little sounds that escape jimin’s lips.

jungkook sucks harder and sends jimin over the edge, not even getting the chance to warn the other. jimin’s vision goes white and his orgasm hits him unexpectedly and harder that it’s ever did, his back arching off the bed, wrapping himself around jungkook and waves of pleasure coursing through his body.

his vision clears and he lies back down, seeing jungkook wipe his cum from the side of his mouth with the back of his hand.

“s-sorry.” jimin says in between heavy breaths. the other hums in response, smiling before coming up to kiss jimin’s forehead.

jimin feels jungkook lie down beside him, wrapping an arm around him and pulling him close before his eyes close.

a/n: based on this fan art that a brilliant anon sent me <3 this is probably the first chapter but we shall see!

today was a very big day for park jimin.

oh yes, a very big day indeed.

today was jimin’s job interview.

he had been so nervous and excited for it that he’s barely gotten a wink of sleep last night. he was even so overjoyed about passing the application process that he went and let his friends drag him to the club a few weeks ago to celebrate.

he swallowed nervously, dusting off imaginary dirt on his dress pants and repeatedly fixing his tie.

after instructed by the receptionist to take a seat and wait for his name to be called, he can’t seem to relax into the black leather couch he occupied.

after about 10 mins of heavy breathing and internal panicking, his name was finally called.

“mr. park? mr. jeon will see you now. please follow me.” the receptionist tells him, leading him to an elevator.

once they reach the 12th floor, the receptionist leads him to the door of an office and knocks on the door.

“mr. jeon? mr. park is here.” she calls out.

“send him in, please. thank you.” someone responds. why does it sound familiar though?

the receptionist excuses herself and returns to the elevator. jimin stares at the doorknob for a few seconds before opening it.

he’s greeted by off white walls with contrasting black furniture, and a raven-haired man’s back turned to him, holding what seems to be his application.

the man turns his attention to jimin, and suddenly it feels very suffocating.

oh shit, jimin thinks. it’s the guy from the club two weeks ago.

familiar dark eyes gazing at him with a smirk he knows all too well.

flashing neon lights, heavy bass drops.

piercing black orbs and a hand on his waist.

his hands gripping on toned arms,

and a leg pressed in between his.

“ah, mr. park. i’m jeon jungkook, the CEO’s son.” the man says, extending a hand towards jimin. jimin takes the hand, his gaze never leaving the man.

chapped lips hungrily devouring his,

his hands snaking under the other’s shirt.

the feeling of the other smirking on his lips,

and the sudden need for more air.

“n-nice to meet you, sir.” jimin mumbles. jungkook takes a seat, and jimin follows suit.

“i have to say, i was very impressed with your application. i like to be involved with the company’s hiring process, especially if it’s going to be a future subordinate.” jungkook tells him. “you’re applying for the position of editorial assistant, correct?”

“yes i am, sir.” jimin responds, eyeing the nameplate on the desk that reads Jeon Jungkook - Editor-in-Chief.

“well, i’m looking forward to working with you.” jungkook says with a low voice that is all but suggestive and jimin has to use every ounce of self-control not to gasp.

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jungkook was smashed. definitely smashed, in every sense of the word.

stumbling and staggering as he walked out the bar with the taste of metal in his mouth— it was definitely blood — and his throbbing head. he didn’t get into a fight, no.

he literally smashed his head on the counter from one too many drinks.

he continues to walk until he’s in front of the oh so familiar red door of his former paramour. he knocks. once, twice, running a hand through his hair.

he waits until he hears the sound of locks opening, and his mouth goes dry at the sight of his raven-haired ex.

jimin sighs, taking in jungkook’s current state, rubbing off sleep with the back of his hand.

“what are you doing here?” jimin asks, arms crossed while leaning on the door frame.

“i—uh, i wanted to see you, hyung.” jungkook mumbles.

“why—“

“j—just listen for a minute, okay?” jungkook doesn’t let jimin finish his question. the older straightens up, looking at jungkook with a concerned expression.

okay, okay. i can do this. jungkook thinks. he takes a couple of deep breaths, eyes closed.

“i’m sorry.” jungkook says, eyes on his feet. “i’m sorry i was such an ass. i’m sorry i am an ass. and i know you’re probably sick of hearing that and i know we’re broken up but, god i just miss you so much, i can’t stand it.”

silence falls between them, jungkook still not able to meet jimin’s eyes.

“you’re drunk. you can sleep on the couch.” jimin tells him. the older’s about to head bakc inside when jungkook grabs his wrist.

“i still love you, you know.” jungkook says, barely audible. just loud enough to reach jimin. the older turns to face him and uses his free hand to cup the younger’s cheek.

i know. i love you, too.

“it’s late. we’ll talk about this in the morning when you’re sober, okay?” the older says, the younger finally looking at him.

jungkook nods, releasing the older’s wrist to hold his hand instead, following him inside.

jimin lies awake that night after ushering jungkook to the couch, repeating each word the younger has said in his head.

it’s not going to be easy, he thinks. but he’s worth the shot.

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MIN YOONGI IS AN ASS! jungkook thinks.

it’s not that he actually means it.

okay maybe he does a little bit. but that’s because he knows yoongi’s been dragging jimin along with him to make jungkook jealous.

which he is not, thank you very much!

okay maybe he is.

“hyung, come on! i want to go to the grocery with jimin hyung!” jungkook all but whines which he probably should know better not to do since he’s freaking 20 years old for crying out loud!

“no way, kid. i’m going with jimin and there’s nothing you can do about it.” yoongi says with smug smile on his face.

“but you already went with him last time! and the time before that!”

jimin witnesses the exchange from the living room couch, unsure if the two other members even notice that he’s been there the entire time.

“but hyung,” jungkook pouts.

at this, jimin stands up and walks towards them, startling them both in the process.

“don’t i get a say in this?” jimin asks, looking at yoongi and then the maknae. jungkook tears his gaze away from jimin and looks at the floor. yoongi just shrugs.

jimin sighs, crossing his arms on his chest. “alright, you two tell me why i should even bring either of you with me to the grocery.”

“i want more milk.” yoongi states.

“i’ll get you your milk, just let me go with jimin hyung!” jungkook almost yells.

“why do you even want to go so bad—“ yoongi doesn’t even finish his sentence before jungkook says

“because i miss him!”

yoongi smirks and jimin’s eyes go wide. jungkook can actually feel his face heating up and he hides on his palms.

“hmm. my work here is done.” yoongi states, leaving the other two and heading towards his room.

it’s quiet for a while and jungkook is still hiding his face.

“so,” jimin starts. “you miss me?”

jungkook puts his hands down but avoids eye contact and nods.

“but why? we’re in the dorms and the same places everyday.”

“it’s been a while since i got to spend time with you.” jungkook says, barely audible but enough for jimin to hear.

jimin grabs jungkook by the hand and heads towards the door.

“hyung, where—“

“to the grocery.” jimin answers the unfinished question.

jungkook lets himself be dragged trying (and failing) to hide the smile that’s forming on his lips.

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things you said with no space between us

there are nights that jungkook lies awake, his head resting on jimin’s chest, his hands clutching the older’s shirt like his life depended on it. it’s not insomnia, mind you. it’s just that he likes to listen to jimin’s steady breathing and feeling him inhale and exhale.

almost every night he does this.

he stays up and whispers the words he can’t say out loud.

hyung, i really like your hair.

i want to go to the beach with you, too.

i wish you would eat more. you’re getting too thin.

this night is no different. he looks up at jimin, studies and memorizes the slopes of his features, the sharpness of his jaw, and how his lips are slightly parted whenever he sleeps.

jungkook finds himself moving face to face with jimin before he can even think about what he’s doing. he cups jimin’s cheek with his hand, rubbing the older’s cheek with his thumb.

“i love you, jiminie hyung.” he whispers, just before placing a chaste kiss on the older’s lips. short, sweet, and innocent.

jimin sighs and stirs, eyes still closed, and jungkook yawns.

the younger finally lets sleep take over him, missing the small smile on jimin’s lips.

i love you too, jungkook.

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jungkook wakes up with the rays of the sun hitting his eyes, the sound of birds chirping and greeting him good morning. and—

meowmeowmeowmeow

“what the hell?” jungkook groaned, rolling over to grab one of his spare pillows and embrace it, wanting nothing but to fall back asleep. but unfortunately, the unceasing meowing from their dorm’s living room is ultimately keeping him from doing so.

lazily, he got up from bed and started to make his way out of his bedroom to see where the meowing was coming from.

lo and behold, one park jimin is standing in the middle of the living room with a suspiciously noisy cardboard box at hand.

“j-jungkook! i uh— i thought you went out with the rest of the members?” jimin laughs nervously.

“hyung, what’s in the box?” the younger inquires, eyeing the box at hand suspiciously.

jimin all but audibly gulps nervously. “n-nothing!” but jimin knows he can’t keep this up because there is still the incessant meowing filling the dorms.

jimin sighs in defeat, putting down the box on the floor and running a hand through his hair. “i found them outside.” he says.

jungkook takes careful steps and takes a peek inside the box.

kittens? four— no, five of them! he thinks to himself. the younger crouches down and gently picks one up and places it in one hand while gently petting it, not minding how the little animal is gnawing at his fingers.

“what will you tell the hyungs though?” jungkook asks, all focus still on the kitten in his hands.

jimin lets out a breath he doesn’t know he’s been holding. he shrugs his shoulders in response.

“i actually don’t know.” the older says.

at this, jungkook looks at him and gives a small smile. “you can probably leave the talking to these little guys.” the younger tells him.

[7 days later]

“jimin-ah! it’s your turn to replace the litter box!” yoongi calls out from the couch, 2 little kittens nestled on his stomach.

namjoon is still asleep, lying on his stomach with a kitten snuggled just behind his head.

seokjin and taehyung are in the kitchen, feeding a kitten some diced carrots.

and the last kitten can be found napping in hoseok’s cap while he and the maknae play video games.

jimin’s more than grateful for his members.

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