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Shocking as it may sound, I do still write fic. This is my second contribution to the 2017 Kim Namjoon Bingo and is to date the longest fic Iâve ever written. Â I started it back in January but probably wrote half of it in the past month or so. Â I hope y'all enjoy it, and as always, my inbox is open if you want to send in prompts or requests. xoxo
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request: HIIII I LOVE YOU AND YOUR WRITING! (Sunshine in your smile makes me happy) <3 Could you pleaseeee make Sugamon drabble?? With situation 16 and sentence 1! THANK YOU HONEY <3
drabble game: first kiss, âIâm with you for a reason, stupid.â
pairing: sugamon
genre: fluff
word count:Â 909
description: cookies and kisses ft. everyoneâs fave emotionally constipated couple
note: tysm !! hope you enjoy this đ
By the time Yoongi stirred in his large blanket burrito, it was just past 8 in the morning. Streams of sunlight were filtering through the space between his curtains. His door was ajar and allowed the warm scent of baking waft to his vicinity. Someone was screaming softly in the kitchen.
There arenât many rules at the dorms, but the ones that exist should be dutifully obeyed because theyâre usually there for a very good reasonârules like Donât Let Kim Namjoon Into the Kitchen. Unfortunately, as Yoongi lay in nestled in his comforting warmth and contemplating who was being so pleasant and stupid as to bake at ass oâclock on his day off, he realized that everyone had left early on schedule and the only other person home right now should be Namjoon. Heâd sprained his wrist after slipping on Jungkookâs shamefully massive fidget spinner collection.
More frantic whisper-screaming floated from the kitchen as something clattered to the ground. The smoke detector was blaring.
Jesus Christ, what is he doing? Gathering his comforter around him in a makeshift bomb suit, Yoongi shuffled cautiously across the wooden floor to the source of the ruckus, where he beheld a sight almost absurd enough to be featured on The Great British Bake Off.
In the middle of the kitchen, Namjoon was teetering precariously on a tall kitchen stool, back hunched and knees bent very uncomfortably to avoid slamming directly into the ceiling. His neck was craned painfully sideways as he jabbed violently at the little round smoke detector above. He was still in his stupidly adorable Ryan pajamas, and his hair bore him the resemblance of a cockatiel. Next to him was the oven, wide open with a full baking sheet of fresh cookies balanced halfway on the top rack, only one very strong vibration away from tears and disappointment.
In a last-ditch effort, Namjoon slammed the detector and finally ceased the alarm. Yoongi waited for him to clamber down the stool.
âWhat,â he seethed from under his mobile blanket fort, âthe everloving fuck are you doing?â His eyes followed Namjoon as the younger guiltily moved the chair back to its original position. âAre you trying to burn this place to the ground? Arenât you injured?â
With his good hand, Namjoon lifted the cookies out of the oven and set them onto the counter. He bit into one and immediately spat it out. Dumbass, you just finished baking, of course itâs too hot. âWell, only my left wrist. Itâs not like Iâm disabled.â He turned to Yoongi, sheepish. âSorry for waking you up, hyung. I accidentally dropped some leftover dough on the rack, and it burnt.â
The shorter male dropped his blanket with a sigh. âWhatever. Are those even edible?â He gestured to the cooling rack. Namjoon scoffed.
âOf course. Here, try one.â He shoved a small half into Yoongiâs mid-protest mouth. âHow is it?â
The black-haired male nodded. The warm dough softened wonderfully in his mouth, and the chocolate chips were still melted. âNot bad. Not bad at all.â
âOh, thank God. This was actually my first time making them, so I wasnât sure theyâd be edible.â He shied away from Yoongiâs slap. âI took a bite first anyway, so I knew it wasnât poisonous!â
Yoongi narrowed his eyes. âYou wouldnât have known it was safe, you spit yours out. What am I, your lab rat? I cannot believe the atrocious dishonor my revered person has suffered today.â
âIâm with you for a reason, stupid. Who else would actually try my cooking?â The tall brunette stuffed the rest of his previously bitten cookie into his mouth. âBut Iâm glad itâs good. That makes it worth the burn.â
âWhat burn?â Concern replaced Yoongiâs irritation as he reached for Namjoonâs large hand. âWhere? Is it bad?â
âOnly on my wrist.â He showed the underside of his arm, where there was fresh scar. âWhy?â he smirked, leaning down teasingly. âAre you gonna kiss it better?â
âShut up, you little shit,â the smaller boy muttered, bringing the large hand to his lips. He laid a quick, chaste kiss on the small burn mark. âJust this once, because I pity you.â
âBut hyung, I burnt my tongue when I tried that cookie and it really hurts.â Namjoon wrapped his braced wrist stiffly around Yoongiâs thin waist, tugging him close. âWonât you kiss it better?â
Yoongi hesitantly moved up to close the distance between them when the brunette gripped, halting him midway.
âYou don't have to if you're not ready, hyung.â
âShut up, I know what Iâm doing.â
Suddenly he was pressing against Namjoon in an openmouthed kiss. His lips felt just like how Yoongi had always imagined: plump and soft, and a little bittersweet from the baking chocolate. He felt the boy nip at his bottom lip and groaned softly, biting back with a growl when Namjoon playfully squeezed his ass.
When they finally pulled away, Yoongi's lips were vivid and swollen, and his cheeks flushed to match. He laid against the crook of his boyfriend's neck, hands linked possessively behind the broad pajama-clad back as he breathed deeply to calm his racing heart.
âWhy didn't we do that sooner?â
âBecause we're both emotionally constipated shitheads. Now kiss me again.â Threading his fingers through Namjoon's wild bedhead, Yoongi tugged the boy back down to his height. âI wanna do this for the rest of my life.â
We all know yoongi likes to wear oversized hoodies or sweaters, probably feeling warm and comforted by the vastness of it. But what if it was actually Namjoonâs oversized clothes that heâs been âborrowing.â Namjoon doesnât mind though, he loves seeing yoongi wearing his oversized clothes, thinks it makes him look even smaller and more adorable (if thatâs even possible.) It also means thereâs more room for another body, so when yoongi is laying down, on his phone or just watching tv.
Namjoon will wiggle his way between yoongiâs legs. Lifting up his hoodie and crawl underneath it, popping his head out the top while wrapping his arms around yoongiâs waist. Yoongi doesnât even bat an eye at this, he just asks if heâs comfortable, getting a âyupâ in response. Itâs not like heâs gonna object to cuddling, namjoon is a walking, talking heater. Plus, heâs not gonna deny that he loves cuddling up to Namjoon, even if his ridiculously lanky body is crushing him.
genre: fluff, a japanese pinch of angst, summer school!au
word count: 1.5k
description: min yoongi gets to spend the coldest summer of his life in school, but maybe hot mess kim namjoon can warm him up.
note: this is my first time writing fanfiction, so please offer your suggestions !
| Part 1 | 2 |
The day of the quiz, Yoongi was nearly late to class. Heâd spent 20 minutes that morning lying in bed, tucked up to his chin in his snug Kumamon covers and debating internally whether he really needed to come to school. But at 6:21, when his phone pinged with a âGood morning hyung!!!â message from that sweet summer child Namjoon, he begrudgingly rolled off his toasty mattress and offered himself to the interminable passage of time in the outside world.
He was whipped.
âHey you little shits, Iâm here.â As he thunked down his light khaki backpack dramatically onto the desk next to Namjoonâs, the tall boy offered him a warm greeting and a big dimpled eye smile so bright it lit up the cloudy skies outside. Yoongi picked the review sheet up from his desk.
Practice problems covered the page in an indecipherable mass of numbers and letters and graphs.
It was like something in his brain had been set off, and a slight throbbing began building in the back of skull as he tried to make sense of the writing. Not this again, Jesus Christ.
The light chatter that filled the room became a thick and inescapable buzz and his hands were unsteady when they released the faintly crumpled paper from their choked hold, letting it drift back onto the desk. He was suffocating.
âAlright, you have 20 minutes to prepare however you want to. We'll start the test at 7:25 sharp.â
âI'm gonna go to the restroom,â Yoongi strained, rising shakily from his desk. âYou two start prepping without me.â
âAre you okay, hyung?â Hoseok asked, apprehensive.
Yoongi gave a brittle smirk. âPeachy. I'm fine.â He made his way past the doorway as coolly as he could.
He was not fine.Â
Please, please not now. Get yourself together.
He hunched over the ugly bathroom sink top, gripping it so tightly his knuckles turned white with effort as he tried to stop his precarious swaying. Cold beads of water he had splashed onto his flushed face dripped from his wet fringe and onto the colored stone.
God, Iâm pitiful. Losing it over a fucking math test? He gave a hoarse chuckle at his water-marred image in the mirror. A cheap smirk gaped back at him, as if mocking his laughable situation.
I wish I could just die here.
Bit by bit, he loosened his grip on the counter and let himself slump to the floor, curling against the cold tile like a helpless child.
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âYoongi-hyungâs been gone for a while, huh,â wondered Namjoon aloud to no one in particular. Â Hoseokâs eyebrows drew together as he pursed his lips. He glanced at the clock.
âYeah, I guess itâs kind of weird. Want me to go check on him?â he offered, moving to stand.
âNo, Iâll go,â the younger boy set his pencil down. âCan you finish these two problems for me?â
âSure.â
Namjoon hurried out of the room, concerned. Is he sick? He didnât look too good this morning.
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He was still on the ground when he heard door softly clicking open, and then rushed footsteps.
âYoongi-hyung! What's wrong? Are you okay?â
Of all peopleâ
âNo, not really,â Yoongi choked out, fingers shoved roughly into his dyed hair as he cradled his forehead, praying for the pain to subside. âDo I fucking look okay?â
âWhatâs wrong, hyung?â Namjoon was beginning to panic. He didnât know what to do with his hands. âIs it a migraine? Are you sick?â
âIt hurts, it hurts so bad and I canâtââhe gasped, struggling to take in enough airâ âI canât breathe.â
Feverish tears had begun trailing down his pinked cheeks as he fought off his frenzy, and he let the taller boy pull him into an embrace with his strong tanned arms.
âShh, shh, itâll be alright. Iâm here, hyung.â His warm hands thread soothingly through Yoongiâs thick black hair and petting his slight, shivering back in gentle strokes.
âG-God, I hate myself.â
The smaller boy buried the softening hiccups of his sobbing into the cushy yellow velour of Namjoonâs neon hoodie, hopelessly trying to hold himself together.
âBut we love you. Hobi-hyung andâand I. We love you, and youâre going to be okay.â
They stayed like that for what seemed like hours, until Yoongiâs tears had completely subsided and his breathing evened out. He gently pushed himself away from the secure hug around him.
âIâm fine, letâs go back.â He rose precariously with Namjoonâs large hand ghosting cautiously over his lower back and took one last glance at the mirror, patting away what remained of the wetness around his eyes.
âAre you sure? We can stay a bit longer if you want.â
âI may want to, but something tells me Hoseok isnât okay with doing the test alone.â He laughed as Namjoon cursed under his breath, almost tripping over himself when he checked his watch.
âLetâs go, Joon-ah.â
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âYah, I really thought youâd both ditched or something! I was so pissed that you didnât invite me, I swear to the old white guy in the skyââ
âJust say God.â
âThat might be offensive, and Iâm not going to take my chances in this outrageously PC world,â Hoseok continued, undeterred by his seniorâs interjection. âAnyway, I swear I was this closeââhe paused to hold two fingers about the width of a saltine apart to demonstrate just how closeââto hemorrhaging, and I find it utterly heartbreaking that neither of you seem to give half an expired Altoids tin of bullshit about....â
Looking back on it, it really wasnât as bad heâd expected, Yoongi mused, teeth tugging on his bottom lip as he tuned out the chatter. They had made it back to the classroom just as the tests were being passed out, though Hoseok had looked very much on the verge of death by self-implosion.Â
My life is in shambles.
Just as he was about to relive his entire regretful episode in the school bathroom, he was suddenly very aware of the situation at hand.
âChildren,â Yoongi hissed, digging his stubby nails into Namjoonâs forearm as he narrowly avoided being barreled into by a small toddler that resembled a bald (but equally terrifying) Danny DeVito. âWhy are there so many? Have they spawned?â
âHyung, I...I donât think thatâd how it worksâŚâ
âThen tell me why there is a small army of munchkins on a college campus.â
Namjoon pointed matter-of-factly to the sign of the building next to them. Child Development Lab. âYou should check it out, hyung. Everyone there is your sizeâmaybe youâll make some new friends.â
âYou little shiââ The tall boy had taken off at a dead sprint toward the bus stop, and Yoongi bolted after him, his white hood flapping behind him as the chilly air infiltrated his cozy checkered sweatshirt.
They arrived at the stop six minutes before the bus was due, out of breath from the chase and from laughter. Namjoon could feel a bald patch starting where Yoongi had noogied him.
âHey, hyung.â
âYeah?â
âToday, in the restroomâŚâ
Fuck fuck fuck fuck, not this again, Christ on a bikeâ
âPanic attack.â Yoongi looked down at his sleek black Pumas, trying to explain so the conversation as minimally weird as possible. âIt happens sometimes, but I can usually get my shit together by myself. Sorry you had to see that.â
âNo, no, itâs fine,â rushed Namjoon. âSorry, I donât mean to be offensive and you donât have to answer me, but are there like, triggers? That cause your attacks, I mean.â
âYeah. Stuff that Iâve bad experiences with before, like...like calculus.â Wow, this was sounding real stupid, real quick. âThat probably sounds really dumb, I know.â
âNah, it makes sense.â The bus had pulled into the stop and once again the two sat together, Yoongi at the window because Namjoonâs legs were not made for public transportation. They were astonishingly similar to uncooked spaghetti: too long and not very flexible.
âHey, hyung?â
âYeah?â
âCan we keep studying together? Iâll help you prep for tests so well you wonât ever be worried again.â
Yoongi turned to face the boy. What a precious, wholesome egghead. His egghead. Heâd have to remember to change his contact name later.
âAsking me out on another date? Youâve got balls, son.â
âIt isnât like that!â
âYou said you loved me in the restroom,â he smirked, satisfied with the way Namjoon fell silent. âOr were you just saying that to butter me up?â
Namjoon shrunk into the fuzzy hood of his sweatshirt, tightening the strings until only his plush lips and round nose could be seen. âIâd never say anything just to flatter you. I think youâre really cool. And a good person. And Hobi-hyung likes you, and he has good taste in people.â
âWhatever you say, kid.â A comfortable silence fell between them as Yoongi leaned ever so slightly onto Namjoonâs velvety shoulder.
genre:Â fluff, a japanese pinch of angst, summer school!au
word count: 1.7k
description: min yoongi gets to spend the coldest summer of his life in school, but maybe hot mess kim namjoon can warm him up.
note: this is my first time writing fanfiction, so please offer your suggestions !Â
| Part 1 |
Yoongi was sure it was going to be the bleakest summer of his life. First of all, the days had been maintaining depressingly lukewarm temperatures of no more than 21°C though it was now well into early July. In every other year, it would be hot enough to fry his dog on the asphalt by this time of year. But today, he was tugging on his thick, dark hoodie in order to stay alive on the frigid 6:30 AM bus that would bring him to class.
Min Yoongi, high school senior, resident rebel and misunderstood teen, was doing summer school.
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âNamjoonie! Youâre taking this class too?â
The tall brunette turned to the desk behind him. âHobi-hyung?â
When Namjoon applied for the thrilling college course of MAT 003A Analytic Geometry and Calculus I, he knew he'd be one of the youngest in class. Most incoming high school juniors were going on crazy trips, making the most out of their new licenses and last summer before college applications. However, Kim Namjoon believed that true enjoyment came from the refreshing experience of learning new . He was a first class dweeb, but at least he wasnât alone.
âI didnât expect you would take such an early class,â Namjoon said. Hoseokâs expression immediately dropped to one of mild disgust. Judging by his lazy black HBA sweatshirt and the thick knit headband keeping his messy faded orange hair off his face, he probably didnât either.
âI know, right? But Iâm teaching more classes at the dance studio since itâs summer. Gotta make it rain, ya feel?âÂ
No, Namjoon did not feel, but he nodded anyway. âSo, are you still doing only the class for little kidsââ
He was cut off by a figure in black slamming a bag onto the desk next to Hoseokâs. It was a boy shorter than him, and thinner too, with a black cap pulled low on his forehead and a âfuck-offâ expression on his face. He did not seem excited to be here.
Hobi, however, was elated. âAh, Yoongi-hyung! To be honest, I didnât think youâd show up.âÂ
Yoongi sank heavily into his seat and shoved his face in his arms with a groan. âI didnât think Iâd come either,â he mumbled, âbut I failed calculus last semester so I have to pass an accredited course to make it up.â Hoseok pat his friend on the back sympathetically and looked back at Namjoon, whoâd been awkwardly regarding the interaction.
âYoongi-hyungâs my best broski! Heâs gonna be a senior,â the dancer explained. âHeâs kinda really done with everyoneâs shit, you know?â
âAh,â Namjoon replied understandingly, though he did not know as he was barely a junior. He adjusted his fashionable Steven Spielberg glasses to subtly express his intellectual capacity. Perhaps this coming school year would cripple his spirit, and heâd be able to relate.
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âOh sweet Jesus,â Hoseok yawned as the three exited the classroom at 11:20 AM sharp. âMy stomach has been eating itself for the past hour. Iâm gonna grab something from the snack shack. Do either of you want to come?â
âNah, Iâm okay,â replied Namjoon, taking out the honey chips he had so thoughtfully packed from his backpack. âI'm heading to the bus stop.â
âMe too,â muttered Yoongi incoherently, trudging alongside Namjoon. Upon discovering the first class would only be covering review from precalculus, the smaller boy had slept through the entire four hours and was currently still very groggy.
They made their way to the bus stop in silence. Namjoon had not touched another chip since they had split from Hobi, because he was very self-conscious of his crunching. Instead, he turned toward Yoongi and offered him the bag.
âWant some? They're really good.â
Yoongi glanced up at him, then took a chip.
âThanks.â
âNo problem, Yoongi-ssi.â Now that they were side-by-side, Namjoon could see that the senior was almost a full head shorter than him. He was so pale he sparkled a little in the sun, like a vampire from a poorly-written teen fiction novel. It was kinda cute, but his resting bitch face was intimidating.
They boarded the bus together and sat in the back.
âWhat stop do you get off?â asked Namjoon, attempting to fill the obvious void of silence between them. Hoseok had said Yoongi was his âbest broskiâ, so the awkward junior felt obligated to attempt a friendship.
âIn four stops. Key and Madison.â
âAh, Iâm only three away.â
There was no response from Yoongi. Namjoon was now very uncomfortable, so he said 'screw itâ to conversation and stared aimlessly out the window for the rest of his ride.
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âI want to gut myself alive.â
âI would feel bad for you,â Hoseok started, âbut you did kind of ask for it. You probably shouldn't have slept through the week.â
âDon't fucking lecture me, kiddo,â snapped Yoongi. âHow was I supposed to know our first test is this week?â
âYou have the syllabus.â
âWell I lost it so fuck off.â
Hoseok did not seem particularly offended by the snarling. âHe gets like this when he's stressed,â he explained to Namjoon. He turned back to Yoongi. âYou should go to the tutoring center or something. They're open until 4 on school days.â
âI have to work until 4. There's no way I could get off early enough to get here in time.â Yoongi grabbed his backpack, ready to take off. âWhatever, it's just one quiz. It can't hurt my grade that much.â
âMaybe not, but it's a group grade. I don't want my grade to drop because your irresponsible ass decided to snooze through the last five lectures, and I'm sure Namjoonie feels the same.â Hoseok sighed. âWell, I can't help you either. I'm literally deceased after herding those hyper little kids in the toddler class.â
Namjoon cleared his throat. âI, uh, I could review with you. I don't really do much in the summer, so I'm free anytime. Maybe we could meet somewhere.â He suddenly felt incredibly embarrassed. Yoongi probably thought he was annoying for butting in. âI mean, only if you want to.â
Yoongi stared at him. The way Namjoon would glance down and puff his cheeks when he was nervous was kind of really adorable.
âSure, kid. Is the cafĂŠ tomorrow at 6:30 okay? The one near here.â
âSounds good.â
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When Namjoon stepped into The Grind, the hipster cafĂŠ home to the worldâs first avocado and hemp cold brew, at 6:28 the following evening, he saw Yoongi was already at a booth. He was hunched over his laptop, looking swallowed up by his double layering of an embroidered satin bomber jacket over a black Stussy hoodie. His unruly black hair stuck out haphazardly under the hood and framed the matte horn-rimmed glasses he wore. Even from 20 feet away, Namjoon could see the life-repelling glare on his face.
Namjoon moved to sit across from him. âUh, hey Yoongi-ssi,â he managed, heavily intimidated by the man's irritated expression. Yoongi glanced up from his computer.
âYouâre friends with Hobi, right? Just call me hyung.â He closed his Macbook and set it to the side, against the dark, aesthetic planks on the wall. âWhat do you want to order? Itâs on me.â
âNo, itâs fine, I canââ
Yoongi cut him off. âIâm repaying you for tutoring me.â
Namjoon didnât want to be annoying and push, so he let him pay for his disgustingly basic Caramel Ecstasy. He was flipping through the textbook when Yoongi shoved the drink at him.
âDonât start. Iâm not mentally prepared for this shit yet,â he muttered around the environmentally-friendly biodegradable paper straw of his own iced Americano. âLetâs just talk for a bit, âcause you and I both know this is awkward as fuck.â He propped his chin up with one hand and stared across the rustic wooden table.
Namjoon panicked.
âYeah, uh, Iâm really bad at making small talk on the first date.â His face paled when he realized what he just said.
Yoongi narrowed his eyes. âDid you just call this a date?â
âYes? No? I mean, technically yes, but I meant a date as in friends. A date between bros. A dude date, you know, itâs not like weâre gay or anything.â
When he noticed he was the loudest one in the room, Namjoon stopped and smiled through his cringe. He was seconds away from vomiting. That was the most mortifying spiel he had ever uttered and his chance to even befriend Yoongi was now probably in the negatives.
The tension had become unpleasantly obvious, and after a few seconds, Yoongi set his hand down.
âWell, Iâm not gay. But I do like guys, so if you have a problââ
Namjoon choked on his coffee, drawing attention to himself once again with his second shameful act of the day.Â
âNO! Iâm perfectly fine with that, man. Iâm friends with gay people. I love gay people. Sometimes, I even wanna be gay!â
By now, he wasnât even trying to feel better. Within a little more than half an hour, Namjoon had managed to embarrass himself more than in the rest of his entire life. But Yoongi didnât seem offended.
The brunette was snickering. âAlright kid, whatever you say. Letâs just get to the math now. Youâre a hot mess.â
Not just a mess, but a hot mess? Was Yoongi hitting on him? Ignoring his flushed cheeks, the younger boy pushed his textbook to the center. âOkay, so I was thinking that we begin with chapter three, since thatâs whââ
âAre you gonna teach me upside down? I canât read shit if youâre across from me.â Yoongi shoved his bag off the rest of his bench. âSit here.â
Reluctantly, Namjoon moved over. This was not good for his soft 16-year old heart, which pumped a little faster when he realized this was the first time he was seeing Yoongi so closely. When he leaned over to check the boyâs work, Namjoon could smell a faint, minty trace of his shampoo and noticed the adorable, kittenish way Yoongi scrunched his nose when he was solving a tough question.
Under the warm glow from the cafĂŠâs whimsical Edison bulbs, Namjoon, who sometimes wanted to be gay, fell a little bit in love.
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Kim Namjoon never thought he would be a father, let alone fall headfirst into endless pining over his son's daycare teacher, Min Yoongi. And yet... here he is. Doing exactly that.
Why I like it: Ah the BTS as dads AU. Itâs legit one for the books, Iâd say. Itâs cute with surprisingly well written moments of humor that jump out and catch you unawares. Youâre smiling or giggling without consious thought. Jungkook as a year old toddler and Namjoon as the father with Yoongi thrown in the mix is something that stirs the coos out of you!
[request] Sugamon awkward fluff when they first met at... Tattoo parlor? XD
Iâm so sorry for the wait on this >3< I hope you like it <3
Yoongi is hanging out in the entrance of the shop when thebell on the door jingles. For a few seconds, he doesnât bother to look up, toobusy typing out the last few characters to his roommate Jin, who is wonderingif Yoongi will be home for dinner. Probably,he types, figuring that heâll be able to head out earlier, since he doesnâthave any appointments scheduled later in the day. In fact, he finished up onhis last schedules client about an hour ago.
âHi, Iâm here to see Jungkook?â a slightly nervous voicespeaks, and Yoongi finally glances up. Standing in front of the welcome desk,cheeks a bit pink with embarrassment, is a boy with caramel blond hair and fulllips. Jungkookâs type, Yoongi thinkswith a hint of amusement, but doesnât say anything to the boy. He simply forcesa smile and looks down at their scheduling book.
âJimin?â he asks, seeing as thatâs the name down forJungkook at 4 oâclock. The boy nods, but his nervousness doesnât diminish.
âThatâs me,â he confirms, nearly jumping when Yoongi swivelsaround in his chair and pounds on the wall.
âJungkook!â
Seemingly enough to get the other tattoo artists attention,Yoongi turns back to face Jimin.
âHeâll be here in a minute to take you backâŚthough,â hecontinues, frowning. âAre you sure you wanna do this? You seem really tensethere, palâŚâ
âHeâs more nervous about the pain than anything,â a deeper,more gruff voice speaks up, and itâs at that moment Yoongi realizes that Jiminapparently didnât enter the shop alone. Standing a few feet behind him is ataller male with a teasing smileâboth corners of his lips lined by dimples. CuteâŚYoongi thinks despite himself. Henever tends to hit on customersâbecause thatâs just a bad business decision, asfar as heâs concerned, butâŚthis guy is definitely alluring to him. Jet blackhair styled to the sideâpart of his head shaved with an undercut styleâŚand eventhough heâs wearing middle age white man jeansâhis graphic t-shirt and wornblack converse make his style a little less cringe-worthy.
Yoongi hates that he finds the guy so attractive.
âNamjoon hyung!â Jimin hisses, turned to lightly smack theblack haired maleâs shoulder. Namjoon smiles teasingly, but after a few secondsthe expression morphs into something a little more comforting.
âYouâll be fine, Jiminie. And if you want to hold my hand orsomething just yell for me and Iâll come back there and find you, ok?â
âFine,â Jimin says, spine going rigid when a new voice callshis name, Jungkook emerging out of the hall. Yoongi swears that Jungkook fallsin love with Jimin at first sight, the younger tattooistâs wide eyes slidingsideways to look at Yoongi. Yoongi can tell by Jungkookâs gaze that heâs internallyscreaming âhyung what the fuck why is this guy so cute I canât do thisâ, butYoongiâs only reply is to shrug. What can he say? Fate must be on Jungkookâsside today.
âJungkookâŚssi?â Jimin asks hesitantly, and Yoongi nearly bursts out laughing when he seesJungkook actually blush.
âOhâno need for the politeness! Youâre the hyung, after all,âJungkook laughs, somewhat embarrassed, and then hurriedly motions into thehall. âShall we?â
âS-Sure!â Jimin agrees, rushing forward, and at the younger pairâsdeparture, Namjoon finally allows himself to chuckle.
âYoung love, am I right?â he grins, glancing over at Yoongi,and the elder breathes a laugh.
âListenâif they hit it off you might be waiting here allnightâIâm sure Jungkook wonât have a problem with keeping the shop open so longas Jiminâs here.â
âWellâthen at least Iâll have you to keep me company,âNamjoon raises his eyebrows, thick lips stretching into a smirk. Yoongi onlystares, wondering what the hell this guy is thinkingâis he flirting or justmaking stupid comments??âand at the emotionless reply Namjoon immediatelyshrinks back.
Dammit heâs justgetting cuter, Yoongi thinks as Namjoon awkwardly coughs and retreats toone of the chairs in the lobby. Clearly rethinking his life choices, Namjoonplaces his hands in his laps and looks aroundâanywhere but where Yoongi is,honestly.
The elder rolls his eyes. This boyâŚ
However, just as Yoongi is about to open his mouth and tryto break the tension, the phone rings. Obligated to pick up, he takes the calland is soon distracted by a possible clients questions. When he finally marksthe girl in his schedule, he looks up and blinks in surprise when he notices thatNamjoon has moved. Heâs now standing in front of a rack of piercings on theother end of the room.
Despite the time that has passed, heâs still tense with embarrassmentand awkwardness. Yoongi sighs, pushing out of his chair.
âHey, do youâ,â he starts, walking up beside Namjoon, butas soon as his voice reaches the youngerâs ears Namjoon jumps.
âShitâ!â he curses, reaching out to steady the stand ofjewelry when he accidentally kicks it. Earrings and other piercing jewelryalike crashes to the floor, but by some miracle Namjoon manages to steady thestand before the whole display crashes to the ground.
Yoongi simply stares, disbelieving.
âYouâre really striking out today,â he finally grumbles,sighing, and kneels on the floor to help Namjoon pick up the jewelry heâdspilt. The younger sighs, utterly defeated.
âHyungâŚyou have no ideaâŚâ
âCommon occurrence?â Yoongi raises an eyebrows.
âDaily. God blessed me with brains but no coordination, andmy luck is shot to hell.â
Yoongi actually laughs at that, and it causes Namjoon topause. Well that was a lovely sound. Namjoon wishes that Yoongi would smilemoreâhis pink gums are cute.
âWhat?â Yoongi asks, eyes wide. Namjoon freezes, slowlyturning to face Yoongi.
âDid I just say that out loud?â
ââŚyou really are pretty shit with your luck. And I donâtknow about those brains either,â Yoongi responds, turning away to continuepicking up jewelry (and also so that Namjoon wonât see the hint of pink thathas taken to his cheeks).
âAlso, I canât tell if youâre flirting or are just stupidâŚâ
âOuch, thatâs harsh,â Namjoon cringes, smiling bitter-sweetly.âAnd I donât knowâŚboth?â
âYou gotta work on that,â Yoongi tells him, but nonethelessends up smiling. âHad I not thought that you were cute since the minute youwalked in then I probably wouldâve been majorlyturned off.â
âWait, hyung, youâ?â
âNot to say that Iâm even turned on now,â Yoongi mumbles, standing to put the final pieces ofjewelry back on the stand. âButâŚya know.â
âSo thenâ,â Namjoon begins, but at that moment thereâs abang from the back room and both males freeze. Hurriedly standing, both maketheir way towards the hall, but Yoongi grabs Namjoonâs wrist and stops himbefore the male can charge back to go and see if Jimin is alright.
âWhatâ?â
âListen,â Yoongi grumbles, and Namjoon does, face scrunchingup awkwardly when he hears a high-pitched gasp that can only belong to Jimin.And itâs definitely not a gasp of painâŚ
âJungkook, dear godâŚ,â Yoongi sighs, pinching the bridge ofhis nose. Couldnât he have at least gotten Jiminâs number and taken care of itlater??
âIâŚumâŚwell,â Namjoon says, rubbing the back of his head. Heobviously doesnât know what to do, but Yoongi knows one thing for sureâthereâsno way heâs sticking around to listen to Jungkook make Jimin scream, and heâspretty sure Namjoon doesnât want to be around for that either, soâ
âFeel like catching dinner?â Yoongi asks, and while Namjoonis obviously surprised at the invitation, he smiles and nods.
âSure.â
With that, both males grab their belongings and hurry out ofthe tattoo parlor. On his way out of the front door, Yoongi makes sure to lockthe door and flip the shop sign to âclosedâ. No one else needs to be walking inon those twoâthatâs for sure.
Side by side, Yoongi and Namjoon then walk calmly into thedarkening evening, searching out a place to sit and eat.
The next morning, Jin yells at Yoongi for missing dinnerafter he said heâd be home, but finds it in himself to forgive Yoongi when hesees the youngerâs swollen lips and tired yet sated and pleasant smile. Seemslike he finally found himself a good guy after all. Namjoonâthat cute andawkward, yet charming and flirty little shit.
Sugamon fake dating AU it could be like the end of the agreement where they realize that you know they love each other with a little background to the situation. Smut plzzzzz
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SugaMon (Yoongi/Namjoon) (Side Jimin/Hoseok/Jin)Word Count: 12710ANGST/Fluff/Smut - Fake Relationship - Happy EndingSummary:Â Namjoon hadnât intended to hurt anyone; not himself, not even the company he was suing. More than anything, though, Namjoon had not intended to hurt Yoongi. Namjoon never wanted to hurt Yoongi, his best friend, the one aspect of his life that was hopeful and happy. But he had; heâd hurt Yoongi, hurt their friendship, hurt whatever else they could have been. Namjoon wasnât letting Yoongi go, though, not without a fight. Not after everything.