jk is in love
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Jeongguk reads over the poster a few more times to make sure he definitely read it right. He looks down, then back up to Taehyung and Seokjin who are both looking at him excitedly.
“This is a poster for a lost pet.” Jeongguk says bluntly.
“No. It’s a fool proof method for our dear Namjoon to get laid, and potentially find the love of his life.” Seokjin argues.
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Namjoon's brothers try to find him a boyfriend. Jeongguk gets caught up in their scheme.
Bookmarked by confetticanon
05 Jul 2020
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“He finds himself staring at Namjoon from behind the counter. He's wearing a crisp white shirt, the underarms are damp with sweat and the sleeves cling tight to his firm muscles. He's wearing cut off jeans that makes his thighs do the Sexy Squish thing when he sits down. His hair is white blonde and cropped short, it looks pretty crispy but Jeongguk still wants to run his hands through it. There's also sweat beading at his temples and Jeongguk wants to lick it off”
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And then he realizes, quite belatedly, that he’s not supposed to be shaking the hand of the barista. Because that’s weird. And uncalled for. And really, really weird.
So Jungkook draws back his arm, grips the straps of his backpack, and promptly flees the building without a word spoken. Which is fine. Sometimes you have to get out of awkward social situations and blacklist particular cafés and adjust your route to school to avoid said café and the barista with the heart shaped face and his sweet pea scented hands. It happens.
“Jungkook-ah, meet Kim Namjoon.”
And sometimes during your bi-weekly dinner one of your good friends introduces you to said barista with the terribly soft hands who also happens to be getting his masters in social work to help underprivileged youth in inner city neighborhoods. Which is fine. This is fine. Jungkook is doing just fine.
(Or: Jungkook adores everything about Namjoon except that the man can't catch a clue.)
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So when, at the age of fifteen, he looks at himself in the mirror and says, so seriously you’d think he’s speaking about death and maybe he is, “you will not, cannot, and must not continue to love Kim Namjoon,” he’s a little bit perturbed but he knows it’s for the best.
(Or, Jungkook spends four years loving Kim Namjoon, and convinces himself he doesn't need to let Namjoon know. He does.)
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He gains a burst of confidence as he gently grabs Namjoon's arm.
"Hyung, come lie with me here, so we can watch them together." He pleads cutely, and Namjoon looks like there’s no way he could say no.
They lie next to one another, and if Jungkook tries hard enough, he can pretend that he's with Namjoon on a date, and there are no cameras or staff, and he's just with the boy he loves looking at the beautiful night sky.
"Looks like your eyes." Namjoon chuckles, and Jungkook blesses the shroud of darkness, hiding the blush that's risen on his cheeks.
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Jungkook tries to confess to Namjoon duing BV4.
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He turns on his side. The darkness covers his sight as he focuses on the unknown. He tries to imagine what he would see if there was light shining: would his hyung be looking back at him, eyes wide and peering at him in curiosity as he watches his every move? Or would there be a fond gaze set on him instead?
Either way; he’ll never find out.
Because this is how it’s supposed to be; how it’s meant to be.
He runs a light hand against his hyung’s cheek, feels the soft exhales he lets out against his palm.
“I wish the world treated you the same way you treated me, hyung.”
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Namjoon broke his heart when Jeongguk was twenty-one.
And now Jeongguk is here, standing in Namjoon’s room the same way he was standing exactly three years ago, ready to have his heart broken all over again.
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“Okay, so here’s the deal. If both of us are still single when we turn 30, we're gonna get married. Pinky promise?”
It was a dumb promise. Jeongguk knew Jimin didn’t mean it. So when his lifelong best friend kind of proposed to him, he said yes.
“Pinky promise.”
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Bookmarked by abraxte
09 Oct 2020
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i always come back to this. this really is one of those stories that never leave my mind. i love the concept so much, and the angst is just on point. the misunderstandings are so well done and i can't get over it.
this is amazing, S tier fic, creme de la creme no doubt.
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Jungkook expressed himself in the only way he knew how when it came to Seokjin; through headlocks and ever more impressive displays of his budding physical prowess.
Major crush on Seokjin acting up? Pick him up. Push him into a wall. Challenge him to a duel. Anything to alleviate the need for physical contact under the guise of playing.
And it had worked so well, until it didn’t.
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Mystery Work
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This is part of an ongoing challenge and will be revealed soon!
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This is part of an ongoing challenge and will be revealed soon!
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“Namjoon-hyung said you guys wanted to see all of the members more, though?” It comes out like a question.
“The other hyungs must have been over before, right? I’m probably the last,” Jungkook says, a little sadly and self-deprecatingly.
Namjoon’s mother laughs like she knows about a joke that Jungkook doesn’t.
“Oh, Jungkook, not at all. You’re the first.”
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(aka a soft NamKook fic where Jungkook visits Namjoon’s home over a break and realizes he’s in love with him, sprinkled liberally with tropes and very small dash of angst)
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no matter who shakes this world (don't let go of the hand you're holding) by orphan_account
Fandoms: 방탄소년단 | Bangtan Boys | BTS
23 Sep 2019
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Jeongguk is not in love with Namjoon.
(Except maybe he feels like touching him would be like holding the universe.)
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oh my, my, i'm fallin' over you by introserendipity for aurumins
Fandoms: 방탄소년단 | Bangtan Boys | BTS
20 Dec 2020
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Jungkook's mouth goes dry, "Wait...what? Seeing someone? I didn't tell you that I'm seeing someone."
"Oh, yeah. Right." Yoongi chuckles, "Joon told us."
"Namjoon hyung told you that I'm seeing someone?"
"Yes? Should he have not told us?" Yoongi hesitates.
Jungkook shakes his head, "I mean, I just—I didn't—Did he tell you who it is?"
"No?" Yoongi raises his eyebrow, "Why?"
Jungkook proceeds to lay his head on the table, closes his eyes and sighs.
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Jungkook and Namjoon try to navigate being friends with benefits with little to no communication.
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21 Dec 2020
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Before every performance and interview and photoshoot, Namjoon pulls Jungkook aside and presents his face, smiling gently, cheeks plump and dimples standing at attention, for Jungkook to press his fingers into. And every time, Jungkook feels a wash of relief and gratitude and something that he doesn’t know how to describe wash over the surface of his skin.
He knows it’s magic.
He just doesn’t know where to go from here.
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Dec 21 2020
The chaos is familiar and comfortable, and Jungkook looks around the room again as they’re all heckling Seokjin.
His eyes are drawn, unthinkingly, to Namjoon. Always to Namjoon.
He’s beautiful, grin so wide his eyes look like they’re clenched shut, slapping at the bare skin of his own thigh where his shorts have ridden up. And of course, his dimples, deep and shining with their own collection of magic.
Jungkook wants desperately to kiss him, but that would be too much. Too far. He’s already pushing it, poking Namjoon’s face all the time. And even though Namjoon said it didn’t hurt at all, even felt kind of good, Jungkook doesn’t totally believe him. Sometimes, Namjoon will close his eyes when Jungkook touches him, looking almost pained, even when Jungkook is being extra gentle.
When Namjoon looks over and sees Jungkook looking at him, his smile softens, turns into something private and precious, just between the two of them. Jungkook returns it, grinning widely and rolling his eyes at Seokjin, even as the bottom drops out of his stomach.
Jungkook’s massive crush on Namjoon is threatening to swallow him whole, and he doesn’t know what to do about it. It was fine up until they started doing this...whatever it is they’re doing, this ritual entirely for Jungkook’s sake. Namjoon is a friend and a leader and someone that Jungkook loves, and it was easy to toss all his extra feelings in a corner and ignore them when Namjoon treated him just the same as everyone else. But now they have this thing that’s just for them, a secret, kind of, and Jungkook has never really liked keeping secrets before but he likes this.
He likes having this with Namjoon.
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Taehyung and Jimin both stare at him as they swallow. Jimin takes another crunching bite of apple and hands it over to Taehyung, who slowly does the same.
“Okay, fuck, what is it?” Namjoon is not good under pressure.
“Are you and Jungkookie secretly dating or something?”
Namjoon chokes on air. “Are we what?”
Jimin rolls his eyes again. “Are you dating? Or just fucking before shows?”
“I hope they’re not fucking,” Taehyung chimes in mildly, “they’re only ever gone for like five minutes.”
“True.”
“We’re not fucking,” Namjoon whisper-yells, feeling distressingly close to the end of his rope.
“So you’re dating then.”
“No! We’re not doing that either!”
“I don’t get it.”
“Well,” Namjoon starts, and then stops, because. Well. He doesn’t really get it either.
Jungkook has been poking his dimples for weeks now, usually at least once a day, and Namjoon has been resolutely ignoring the way his whole body reacts to Jungkook’s strong hands cradling his jaw. He doesn’t think Jungkook has noticed yet, too caught up in whatever is going through his own mind, but Namjoon knows he can’t hide it forever.
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“A potion?” Yoongi has an eyebrow raised disapprovingly and a slight frown sitting on his mouth like an unwanted guest.
“It was Jimin’s idea.”
“What kind of potion? Is it a fun one?” Seokjin snags one of Namjoon’s bags of chips and examines it closely before ripping it open and chowing down.
“It’s a truth-telling one. And no, not very fun so far.”
Seokjin and Yoongi both still immediately, and in the silence Namjoon crunches down on the hard candy just for something to do with his mouth that doesn’t involve blurting out all his deepest, darkest secrets--like how he accidentally jerked off wearing one of Yoongi’s FG shirts instead of his own and somehow got come on the sleeve and had to panic-overnight another one.
He feels a slight push at the bottom of his skull, a sensation he’s starting to recognize as bad news, and opens his mouth to confess everything to Yoongi, when Yoongi suddenly brings his palm up and slaps it over Namjoon’s mouth.
“Do you want to talk to us right now?”
Namjoon shakes his head, Yoongi’s hand moving with him, still clamped over Namjoon’s mouth. Namjoon is so grateful for him he could cry.
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“I told you,” Yoongi’s voice says, right behind him, making him turn abruptly. “I didn’t do anything.”
Jeongguk dodges the kick, ducking slightly to avoid a blast of fire soar past his hair. It’s long now, and he would love to keep it that way. Not accidentally get it burnt off because of some dumb witch. “Yoons? Baby? That wasn’t very nice of you to do.”
The witch snorts, cackling from somewhere high up. Jeongguk glances around, taking in his surroundings. “I could’ve aimed for your dick instead, honey.”
He grins at the last word, Yoongi’s voice dripping with forced sweetness. “Now, we both know who would be more affected by my burnt dick. And it isn’t me, sweetheart.”
“Don’t call me that.”
(Or, alternatively, Witch Yoongi x WitchHunter JK pwp)