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[petriichors]

title: through infinite centuries and beyond ship: taegi word count: 3.5k warnings: drinking, cursing, sexual content. notes: written for kpopficmix 2018. crossed posted on ao3. remix of multiple choice by Belgium.

credit to J for sparking the idea behind this fic and a huge thank you to her for being my personal cheerleader and supervisor despite her own busy schedule. i couldn't have finished this without you allowing me to text scream at you @ 2am. a big thank you to Belgium for writing such a beautiful and creatively written piece and for allowing it to be remixed. i hope i did it justice. 

fic is unbeta'd, all mistakes here are mine. title is from DNA.

summary: "Have a think about this: there is a theory that suggests the universe is so large that everything that can happen is happening all the time." – modern family, ‘written in the stars’ Or: Yoongi just wants to make things right for Taehyung. Taehyung just wants Yoongi.

But that is the past now, we didn’t last now I guess that this is meant to be – nothing like us

= NOW

Here’s the thing, there’s a thin line between being a coward and being smart enough to find the right time and place. Seokjin can call him a wuss all he likes but Yoongi knows Seokjin’s projecting. There’s a reason why Jungkook faces no resistance when he bosses Seokjin around. Seokjin doesn’t have the balls to cause Jungkook any bit of unhappiness, much less express his feelings for the younger boy. So yes, Kim Seokjin can call him whatever he wants, Min Yoongi knew he was no coward.

He’s a little less drunk than he hoped he would be, but turning back to the bar for one more drink wasn’t an option. Not when both Seokjin and Jungkook were there making heart eyes towards each other while snickering at him for what he was about to do next. He didn’t need the extra bit of liquid courage, because unlike a certain someone, Yoongi was sure he had no problem confessing his feelings. He just had to manoeuvre across the crowded dance floor to where Taehyung was, right between the DJ booth and the speakers.

“Hyung! You’re here!”

“I need to tell you something, Taehyung-ah.”

“What? I can’t really hear you over the music!”

“We’re too close! To the speakers!”

“But this is the best spot!” Taehyung shakes his head, amused. “Dance with me, hyung!”

“I-I don’t dance.”

“Come on!” Taehyung tugs on his arm. “It’ll be fun!”

“Wait, wait, Taehyung-ah,” Yoongi takes a deep breath. Here goes nothing. “I like you, do you want to go out?”

“What? I can’t hear you, hyung. Gimme a sec–”

“I like you! Do you want to go out!” The music cuts.

Taehyung looks at him, wide-eyed. “Oh. Oh no.”

The lack of music only makes his response clearer. Yoongi’s heart thunders, the buzzing of the crowd around them grows, Taehyung’s soft ‘oh no’ echoes in his mind. Despite the dim lights, Yoongi is pretty sure he spotted Seokjin almost slipping off his bar stool from laughing too hard.

“I’ve got to go,” he peels away from Taehyung who doesn’t stop him, Taehyung who watches him with guilt apparent in his eyes. This whole thing was a mistake; Yoongi never should have said anything. At this point, he figures that being a wuss like Seokjin and never confessing would have been the better plan. He just had to make that choice.

<< BEFORE

Yoongi goes back to the beginning. In fact, he goes back to before the beginning and skips out on having met Taehyung at all. It’s a decision he figures he could live with, not having the chance to know Taehyung would be better than messing things up with Taehyung later. Any memories of what they had from before (technically, it was after. or in this case, never.) were his to have and hopefully forget in the months to come.

Skipping around in time came with unavoidable risks. There’s a reason why Yoongi doesn’t hop back and forth as and when for trivial things like grabbing an umbrella on unexpected rainy days or getting winning numbers for the lottery, regardless of how convincing Jungkook and Seokjin think they might be. His mere presence would cause a ripple in the stream of time he was in, the universe having to shift in order to accommodate every minute difference his actions would make.

Perhaps messing with fate or destiny or whatever higher power that brought Taehyung and him together would bring about significant irrevocable changes to this pocket universe. Perhaps it would not. Yoongi is counting on the latter as he goes through his third day of this new timeline. The economy hadn’t changed, his family was doing great, his friends were still assholes. Everything seemed to be fine and soon he would be too.

It’s a regular Tuesday afternoon when he first encounters Kim Taehyung in this time. Yoongi catches sight of Taehyung watching him while he pesters Seokjin for a ‘friend discount’ at the elder’s café. He brushes it off curiosity and a strong habit of people watching. The younger had always enjoyed making up stories for the strangers that would pass them by when they were out for late night fast food runs. He vaguely wonders what story Taehyung has spun up for him as he keeps his eyes fixed on the espresso machine behind the counter. Yoongi still feels eyes on him as he leaves, he doesn’t turn to check if they were Taehyung’s.

It’s easy enough to pretend he doesn’t care that Taehyung watches him closely whenever they end up at the café on the same days. Yoongi doesn’t stop him and Taehyung doesn’t do anything more than watch. The aim of the game he had with himself was to not engage with Taehyung, not this time. The increased frequency of their encounters was something he’s reduced to coincidence. (Though he’s never believed in coincidences, not when he knows that everything happens for a reason.) He was pretty sure that this was a delayed joke of some sort being played on him for having tried to avoid the inevitable. Taehyung had somehow managed to find his way back into Yoongi’s life, carefully watching him with a spark in his eyes that Yoongi has to try extremely hard to ignore.

“Do you know that guy, Yoongi-yah?” Seokjin asks a week later as he slides an iced coffee and a slice of what appeared to be strawberry shortcake over the counter to Yoongi. Taehyung didn’t have to present for Yoongi to know that Seokjin was referring to him.

“No, and I didn’t order the cake, hyung.”

“Oh! It’s a new recipe, I need you to test taste it. Are you sure about not knowing him? He looks like he knows you.”

“He’s not supposed to.”

“Huh?”

“It’s nothing, hyung. Thanks for the cake.”

He makes up his mind two weeks later when he sees Taehyung for the third consecutive time in a week. The plan of letting his memories fade as the days passed could never work out. It was difficult to forget someone when they were just there within reach, the subject of the mantra in his mind. (‘I know you, I love you, I want you.’) Yoongi figures if he was destined to have Taehyung in his life, he was going to do it right.

>> FORWARDS

Yoongi skips forward to a couple months after the incident at the club. It’s a solid point of time to escape most of the lingering embarrassment (especially with friends who would never live it down). Surely he hasn’t missed out on anything too major from then.

He isn’t so sure how or why he managed to end up where he was, but he was sure this was a way better situation than what he was in before. Taehyung is next to him in a cab, hands sliding under his shirt as he mouths at the underside of Yoongi’s jaw. He steals a glance out the window as the car come to a stop and is grateful that they had decided to go to Taehyung’s instead of his place. God knows both Seokjin and Jungkook would ruin the mood with their aggressively loud video gaming.

Yoongi would love nothing more than to take his time in appreciating the beauty that was Taehyung, to trace the expanse of his back, to press kisses along his collarbones. There was so much he wanted to do now that he had the chance but there was an urgency in the way Taehyung straddles him, fingers tracing down his chest.

Taehyung’s nails dig into his shoulders as Yoongi lowers him down his length. He groans at the heat of Taehyung enveloped around him, and moves slowly to ease Taehyung into the stretch. The pace he sets doesn’t last long, not with the way Taehyung grinds down, his low murmurs urging Yoongi to “go faster please hyung please please hyung, ah–”.

Taehyung shudders when he comes, muffling his drawn-out groan in the juncture of Yoongi’s neck. The tightness around his cock pulls Yoongi over the edge, he finishes with Taehyung’s name on the tip of his tongue and supernovas behind his eyes.

Apparently, this wasn’t just a one-time thing based on the fact that Taehyung had a towel and a toothbrush set-aside for him. He hands them over to Yoongi with a grin and tells him not to use all the hot water or else. Yoongi had wanted to ask ‘or else what?’ but Taehyung had left the bathroom in search of what Taehyung calls his ‘cuddle pyjamas’ after tossing a damp washcloth, which he had used to wipe off the drying cum off his skin, into the sink.

If he finds it oddly domestic for them to be standing side by side as they brush their teeth in a shared set of pyjamas (‘cuddle pyjamas’, he reminds himself), Yoongi doesn’t say a word. Yoongi had snatched up the pyjamas top when it became clear that the younger male had the one set and sharing was the only way one of them wouldn’t be full out naked post wash-up. As hard as Yoongi was trying to not stare at the reflection of the topless male beside him, Taehyung’s eyes were trained on the constellation of bruises he’s left scattered across Yoongi’s collarbones and chest, unintentionally framed by the loose collar of his too big sleep shirt.

“These will take forever to fade,” he frowns at his own reflection, the red marks standing out against his pale skin.

Taehyung rinses his mouth before grinning up at Yoongi, “I know.”

Before he can say anything in response, he gets ushered towards the bed and finds himself slipping under the covers at the expectant raise of Taehyung’s eyebrow.

“Goodnight, hyung,” Taehyung yawns as he throws an arm over Yoongi’s waist and rests his head on the older male’s shoulder. His breathing mellows out soon enough, the combined warmth of Yoongi and the blanket lulling him to slumber.

‘Well, this is awkward,’ Yoongi thinks. ‘Not for him, at least.’ He glances down at Taehyung who looks so serene in sleep, lost in dreams that have him smiling and pressing in closer to Yoongi. Taehyung looked like he’s exactly where he wants to be with someone he wants to be with, except Yoongi has no idea who that someone is. It was him, he knows this. But he also knows that he has zero recollection as to how this thing Taehyung and him have come about. How could he be someone Taehyung wants if he wasn’t sure who that he was? Yoongi stiffens, the once cosy warmth of Taehyung beside him feels stifling, the arm across his waist constricting more than comforting.

“I have to go,” he blurts out as he pulls away from Taehyung, jarring him out of his light sleep.

“Wha-?”

“I’m not what you want, Taehyung-ah. I shouldn’t be here.”

“You don’t know what I want,” Taehyung’s words are clear despite having being jolted awake, the determination carrying through in his voice. His fingers tighten their grip on the soft cotton of Yoongi’s top as he blinks up at him. “Don’t go this time, please.”

Yoongi hesitates, eyes fixed on the way Taehyung gets minutely more worried as seconds pass in silence. “…okay.”

“Thank you.”

Yoongi slips out of Taehyung’s arms when he’s sure the younger male is asleep. He can’t stay here, not with this Taehyung, not in this time. It’s for the better, really. He doesn’t know how they’ve gotten here but he is going to make sure he would fix this. Taehyung deserves better than coming back to someone who chooses to leave him each and every time. Kim Taehyung deserves someone who could give up anything for him. Yoongi’s just hoping there was a chance that could be him.

> AFTER

If there was one way to find out how Taehyung and him ended up where they would be in the next few months, Yoongi had to go back to the time of the incident. Surely it can’t be as bad as he remembers.

Yoongi nurses the drink that Jungkook had handed him when he reached the bar, head hung low in defeat. He was pretty sure the only reason it was Jungkook who delivered the drink was because Seokjin was still laughing his ass off somewhere far away from them. Taehyung was thankfully nowhere in sight as well. He wasn’t sure he was ready to talk to the younger male just yet about what had happened earlier.

“I’m sorry it didn’t work out, hyung,” Jungkook sips on his coke and rum. “Seokjin-hyung says you’ve been planning this for a while.”

“It’s fine, Kook-ah.”

“That was really awkward though, I can’t believe you the music cut off right as you shouted. I guess Taehyungie-hyung’s embarrassed too. I mean, he came by to ask where you were and then rushed off when we spotted you heading over.”

“Oh,” Yoongi looks down at his drink. He can’t do this; he can’t fix whatever this was. Taehyung couldn’t possibly have wanted something so public or embarrassing, it was no surprise he was avoiding Yoongi right now.

He decides to head home early after downing his drink, citing a morning meeting he had to prep for as his reason. How pathetic must he have appeared such that Jungkook had sent him off with nothing but a ‘goodnight’? Jungkook, that little shit, usually tagged on ‘grandpa’ whenever Yoongi is the first to head off. He pats Jungkook on the back, making his way to the exit while he drops Seokjin a message ‘heading home. be quiet when u come home asshole’.

He doesn’t hear Taehyung calling out to him.

He should have known better than to answer the door. Morning visitors to his place were almost non-existent and when they did come, they were never anything good. Case in point, Park Jimin who hadn’t stopped frowning at him since Yoongi had let him in.

“You know where coffee and stuff is. Help yourself, Jimin-ah”

“What the hell, hyung.”

“Huh?”

“What do you mean ‘huh’? What the hell was that with Taehyung last night?”

“There was nothing with Taehyung and me last night,” Yoongi takes a sip of coffee. There was no way he was going to have this conversation without any caffeine in his system to wake him up.

“Yeah. There was nothing. Why?”

“Because… he said ‘oh no’ after I told him I like him?”

“He didn’t mean that, hyung. He only said it because he was the one who signalled for the DJ to cut the music.”

“Uh huh.”

“I’m being serious, hyung! Just talk to him.”

Yoongi sighs, topping up his coffee from the pot Seokjin had set aside earlier in the day. He pulls up a second cup for his visitor. “It doesn’t matter. I can’t be what he wants, Jimin-ah.”

“You don’t know that.”

“Trust me, I do.”

“Talk to him.”

“I don’t want to fuck things up. Again.”

“You don’t have to worry about that. I’ll be there to make sure Taehyung’s okay. And also to kick your ass.”

“I would like to see you try, Jimin-ah.”

“I’ve a black belt in taekwondo, hyung,” he accepts the coffee, blowing on its surface to cool it down. “Promise me you’ll talk to him, alright? Taehyung seemed really upset last night; he mentioned something about things going wrong and how he really likes you since you first met.”

“He did?”

“God knows why he would say that though, you were such a grump that day.”

“Oh.”

Bingo.

< BACKWARDS

Yoongi was going to officially meet Taehyung for the first time three days later. That means he has a 72 hours to psyche himself up about starting over and not making a fool of himself when the encounter happens. He speaks in hypotheticals with Seokjin to explain his new found determination in passing off as Solid Boyfriend Material. Seokjin looks at him as though he’s crazy and unhelpfully informs him that he always ends up making a fool of himself so why bother with the extra effort. It’s good to see that Seokjin was still Seokjin. Once again, the effects of him skipping around have failed to make his friend less of a dick.

These 72 hours were crucial in getting things right, in making things perfect. He wasn’t sure he could afford to mess up again, not after vowing that to stick with whatever he was going to face this time.

Here’s the thing about skipping backwards to relive moments over again: it’s exhausting. His memory is packed with experiences from all the times he’s gone through the same thing, minor details lost as his recollections start to blur together. Every day is a repetition of what he’s lived through before, the knowledge of what’s to come makes it difficult for him to decide against intervening with every little thing he knows would happen. Every action has a reaction and Yoongi would prefer keeping things as they were to living in not knowing what’s to come.

That’s why he doesn’t pass an umbrella to Seokjin on the day he knows an unexpected thunderstorm would hit. He can’t do it without wondering if he would potentially cause an accident by allowing Seokjin to be on the streets instead of spending an extra hour at the café to wait out the thunderstorm. The smallest of things ripple too. Honestly, Yoongi would rather not take the risk when he know his friend was going to be well and alive, and complaining about how ‘the storm was the worst, Yoongi-yah. I just wanted to come home to take a nice warm bathe, order in some food, and play some games. But nooo, I had to spend a whole extra hour on my feet and serving people who came to the café to hide out from the rain’ when he got home.

So when Seokjin enters their shared home an hour earlier than expected with a bright red umbrella dripping on the floor of the entryway, Yoongi is confused.

“Wait. Why are you home?”

“Am… I not supposed to be home? Are you hiding someone, Yoongi-yah?”

“No!” Yoongi rolls his eyes. There will come a day where he makes better friends, he swears. “It’s storming, so I thought you would be back late.”

“Oh! A customer passed me his umbrella before he left, said that I would need it for later. It’s like he knew this storm was coming.”

“Huh, that’s weird.”

“Yeah!” Seokjin tosses his bag onto the couch, rummaging through he as he continues. “He said he’d be back tomorrow to collect his umbrella, maybe I’ll give him a slice of that new cake on the house to thank him.”

“The strawberry shortcake?”

“Aww, so you were listening after all. Anyway, I hope Taehyung-ssi likes strawberries.”

“T-taehyung?”

“Mmhmm, that red umbrella is his. Now please tell me you ordered dinner for me before I kick you out of this house.”

He figured that there was no harm heading down to the café and running the risk of being seen by Taehyung, not when a deviation in this timeline had already occurred. What he really wants to find out is how and why Taehyung had been the reason things were different this time around. Whatever future he knew was to come was no longer valid, the 72 hours window he had to prep for being Solid Boyfriend Material had now dropped to a sad 10 minutes which was the time he spent on walking down to the café. He hopes the 10 minutes were enough

The bell tinkles as he pushes the door open, signalling his arrival to one Kim Taehyung who sat at the table next to the clear windows. It’s a beautiful sight to see Taehyung basking in the morning sun, a smile blooming upon his face as he catches sight of Yoongi.

Taehyung calls out to him, waving him over to the table, “Hyung! Yoongi-hyung!”

Yoongi freezes. There was no way Taehyung could know him; it was too early. Curiosity urges him to head over, taking the empty seat across from the younger male.

“Wait… you know who I am, right? It’s Taehyungie, Kim Taehyung.”

“This isn’t right, Taehyung-ah. You’re not supposed to be here. We weren’t supposed to meet here.”

Taehyung sighs in relief, “I know. I just got tired of waiting.”

“What?”

“You were taking too long, Yoongi-hyung.”

“I don’t understand. You’ve been waiting? For me?”

“Yup! You keep running away though,” Taehyung pouts, fingers tracing the condensation lining his cup.

“I– running away?”

“Mmhmm, it’s not easy keeping up with you jumping around here and there.”

His eyes widen at the realization of what Taehyung was implying. “Oh my god. You– you can do what I do. You’ve been chasing after me.”

“I’m sorry, I just really wanted you to not jump around anymore.”

“I wanted to make things perfect for you.”

“You don’t have to, hyung,” he reaches across the table, resting his hand over Yoongi’s. “You just have to stay.”

“Okay, okay, I’ll stay,” He turns his hand over, entwining their fingers. The future was uncertain now; every day was going to be different from what they would be. As he watches Taehyung chase after his straw, Yoongi figures the unknown future couldn’t be bad, now that they were a part of each other’s.

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10 + any Jin ship please!

jinkook + nosy phone call [set during jin & jimin guesting on please take care of my refrigerator]

“where’s the fridge?”

“right where i said the day before…” seokjin sighs, “it’s here with jiminnie and me, at the filming site.”

“ohhh, right. how’s filming? did you tell your usual jokes again?”

“it’s going great. yes, i did and everyone here loves my jokes.”

“uh huh… i forgot how the chefs there were of that age where they love dad jokes. oh! how’s our fridge? is the food really good? do they really finish cooking in 15 minutes? did they use all the meat?”

“you know, you could have came along and experience it firsthand.”

“nah, you know variety shows aren’t really my thing, hyung.”

“well, i’ll have to tell you all about it when we get home, jungkook-ah. we’ve got to go back out now.”

“oh. yeah, right.”

“see you soon! i miss you.”

“mmhmm. …i miss you too.”

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[TYS 2] SeBaek + #19

SEBAEK: things you said with blooming bruises and stinging cuts

“you didn’t have to do that, you know?” sehun frowns at the smiling baekhyun.

the older male has a bruise forming on his cheekbone and a cut near his eyebrow which had stopped bleeding after sehun let baekhyun into their shared apartment. baekhyun shrugs off his jacket, flinching as it hooks onto his left wrist. he definitely needs to get that checked out.

“hyung, i’m serious. you shouldn’t have to get hurt because of me.”

“uh huh. so i’m supposed to let you get beat up instead?” baekhyun snorts, fingers prodding at his bruise. he was going to have to steal some concealer or something from jongdae. heck, he was going to ask jongdae to cover this up for him since he was great at covering up all those hickeys all these years.

“stop that, it’s just going hurt more,” sehun swats his hand away. “and no, i won’t get beat up. i can run. i’ve got long legs, hyung.”

“now you’re just being silly, sehunnie,” baekhyun grabs hold of the younger male’s hand, lacing their fingers together. “i’m always going to protect you, alright?”

sehun pouts but nods anyway, “alright.”

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[TYS1 LIST]

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things you said at 1 am

things you said through your teeth

things you said too quietly

things you said over the phone

things you didn’t say at all

things you said under the stars and in the grass

things you said while we were driving

things you said when you were crying

things you said when i was crying

things you said that made me feel like shit

things you said when you were drunk

things you said when you thought i was asleep

things you said at the kitchen table

things you said after you kissed me

things you said with too many miles between us

things you said with no space between us

things you said that i wish you hadnt

things you said when you were scared

things you said when we were the happiest we ever were

things you said that i wasn’t meant to hear

things you said when we were on top of the world

things you said after it was over

things you said [make your own]

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[TYS2 LIST]

* things said meme

things you said over the phone

things you said with the tv on mute 

things you said when you were proud

things you said under your breath

things you said with sorrow between your fists

things you said when you were lost

things you said when our world began to crumble

things you said with too many days between us

things you didn’t say at all

things you said that i wasn’t meant to hear

things you said you’ll never forget

things you said with clammy hands 

things you said when fear cut deep

things you said while a fever stole your mind

things you said with rage between your teeth

things you were afraid to say

things you said when no one else was around

things you said when the sun was shining

things you said with blooming bruises and stinging cuts

things you said when we were safe

things you said without thinking

things you said that kept me grounded

things you said you loved about me

things you said you hated about me

things you said when you lied

things you said with scraped knees 

things you said with tears in your eyes

things you said while holding my hand 

things you said in the car

things you said under the stars

things you said at my grave

things you said at the kitchen table

things you said on the porch at 3 am

things you said in a gas station parking lot 

things you said in a hotel room

things you said in the waiting room

things you said while you stroked my hair

things you said that made me feel loved

things you said when i was crying

things you said while i cried in your arms 

things you said when you thought i was asleep

things you said in your sleep

things you said when you kissed me goodnight

things you said after a nightmare

things you said before death snatched you

things you said that i wish you hadn’t

things you said when it ended

things you said when you met my friends

things you said when we first met

things you said when they took me away

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rm/jimin + foreign country

jimin’s hand are small (so small!) in his own so he tightens his grip as they weaved through the festive crowd of… well, he would say foreigners but jimin and him were the ones in a foreign country.

“you know… you can let go now,” jimin wiggles his fingers, as they wait to cross the road. “there’s no crowd for you to lose me in.”

“i know. but just in case…” he shifts their joined hands, interlacing their fingers together.

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baekchen + late night phone call

“hng?”

“jongdae?”

“baekhyun? w-what time is it?”

“shit, sorry. i didn’t mean to wake you.”

“nah. it’s fine,” jongdae stifles a yawn, pushing himself upright. the clock on his bedside table informing him in blinding red that it was almost 3 in the morning. “are you alright?”

“yeah.”

“... you sure?”

“... no.”

“okay. do... you want to talk about it?”

“not really.”

“mmhmm. i’ll just stay on the line, okay?”

“okay,” he hears baekhyun shifting, breath slow and measured to calm himself down. “thank you, jongdae-yah.”

jongdae pulls his blanket close, snuggling into the warmth it provided. “don’t mention it.”

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8 + vmin, please! 💕

vmin + inexplainable phone call

“hello? taehyungie?”

“do me a favour and say ‘yes’.”

“what?”

“just say ‘yes’! quickly.”

“erm, yes…?”

“yessss! did you hear that, jungkookie? jiminie said ‘yes’!”

“what did i just say yes to? taehyung-ah. taehyung-ah. taehyung-ah.”

“woohoo, i won. i won! in your face, jeon jungkook. i told you he would!”

“tae-” the call drops with taehyung’s voice ringing in his ear. “what the hell.”

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send a 📞 + ship + a number for a phoney good time! 

urgent phone call

silly phone call

accusatory phone call

heartbreaking phone call

drunk phone call

accidental phone call

dull phone call

inexplainable phone call

animated phone call

nosy phone call

spooky phone call

morning phone call

informative phone call

concerned phone call

late night phone call

jealous phone call

guilty phone call

farewell phone call

affectionate phone call

hostile phone call

* phone call starters

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I desire the things that will destroy me in the end.

Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath (via wordsnquotes)

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title: u wrong me right (look carefully) character/ship: jimin, jungkook. partners!jikook word count: 298 w warnings: cursing, mention & use of a gun! notes: i just rushed it out in like 30 min or something, so all mistakes are my own bc unbeta’d!! the idea came to me while i was showering wow.the shower, a place for ideas.

he took a chance and fuck his bad luck. a goddamn dead end is what he sees at the end of the alley. there was nowhere for him to run from the two men who had him cornered.

everyone on the wrong side of the law has heard of them. the vigilantes of busan who’ve taken the duty of dealing with small time criminals into their own hands. the goddamn metahumans who decided to ‘use their powers for good’. he’s heard about these two, he’s heard that most people don’t come back from facing them down.

they watch him from where they stand, the streetlights illuminating them. he snorts, the vigilantes were nothing but a couple of kids who think they were heroes just because something fucked up in their DNA. he might have been outnumbered and powerless but he’s secure with the knowledge that he’s got a gun which he pulls out on them.

the smaller one gets tugged behind his taller partner. that’s the bigger threat of the two. the boy might have looked young but he’s seen the muscles on him; this one could snap him like a twig. whatever abilities they had, it didn’t matter to him now. there was no turning back at this point.

‘deal with them one at a time. you might still make it out,’ His aim is steady as he shoots: once, twice. the taller boy falls, he trains the gun on the smaller boy. “you’ve ten seconds before I shoot. take your friend and go.”

“oh, you don’t have to worry about him,” the smaller boy smiles, unconcerned about the fact that his partner was bleeding out at his feet.

“what the fuck,” he frowns, finger twitching on the trigger. the boy waves, the ground beneath him splits.

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Minjoon (for the "send me a pair")

NAMMIN/MINJOON (i’ve so much love for this otp omg let’s put them in an undeclared au for this)

Who said “I love you” first

namjoon. he does it in the most long winded way possible with metaphors and analogies but at the end of it all, he says ‘i love you’ to jimin.

Who would have the other’s picture as their phone background

jimin. only because he has a lot of photos of namjoon and the two of them, there are enough for jimin to do a daily rotation for half a year if he wanted to. namjoon, on the other hand, has just the one phone background that reminds him of jimin.

Who leaves notes written in fog on the bathroom mirror

jimin leaves little drawings for namjoon, sometimes they’re little reminders. namjoon doesn’t always get to see them because the fogs dissipates fairly quickly once jimin’s done with his shower.

Who buys the other cheesy gifts

both of them do. the gifts aren’t cheesy per se, but they have a lot of matching items (accessories, clothes). jimin likes to get adorable valentine’s limited keychains and plushies for namjoon.

Who initiated the first kiss

jimin. it was a very intentional kiss, height difference is beautiful when it comes to them because jimin is very. insistent and determined that namjoon bends down for him.

Who kisses the other awake in the morning

jimin, though sometimes it’s more of a kiss goodnight when he finally settles into bed at 6am. he sleeps closer to the wall so he would have to climb over namjoon to get out of bed, the morning kisses are little bonuses sleepy namjoon gets on weekends.

Who starts tickle fights

namjoon, but only on accident when he tries to pull jimin closer to him. jimin will squirm away and namjoon would tug him closer which means more accidental tickles. cue retaliation.

Who asks who if they can join the other in the shower

jimin does, especially when it’s really late and he just wants to fall asleep. there’s no time to waste on waiting for the bathroom on days where he’s asleep on his feet.

Who surprises the other in the middle of the day at work with lunch

jimin! he either buys namjoon lunch or cooks really simple stuff and proudly shows off the lunchboxes on social media.

Who was nervous and shy on the first date

they both were but namjoon hides it better. namjoon is prepared, he’s got a list of topics to talk about, first date questions for discuss, pep talk from hoseok.

Who kills/takes out the spiders

whoever is closer and properly armed will take care of the spiders. honestly, namjoon doesn’t really notice them so it’s mostly jimin who does it.

Who loudly proclaims their love when they’re drunk

park jimin gets a little louder and less inhibited when he’s drunk. park jimin would try to get on the table, fails and ends up standing on his chair and proclaims his everlasting love for namjoon.

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xiubaek + things you said after you kissed me

XIUBAEK: things you said after you kissed me

it only happens when they’re back behind stage, within the privacy of the chaos that comes with the rush of crew members making sure everyone is where they’re supposed to be.

it’s a messy kiss, one with clashing teeth, too much tongue and overall excitement. it’s a kiss that ends too fast, they don’t have the time to have anything more but this stolen kiss.

“nobody has to know, right?” baekhyun glances at him as he combs his fingers through his hair in an attempt to bring the wreck of his hair back to some semblance of neatness.

minseok spares him a glance. his own hair neat due to the fact that baekhyun couldn’t touch his hair, not when minseok kept a tight grip on his wrists. “nobody does.”

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title: destiny is jealous of us (1/2) ship: vmin, fake!taegi, mention of yoongi/baekhyun word count: 1k warnings: fake dating, silly friends being silly. notes: written for k-fic automix 2018. crossed posted on ao3. this is somewhat concurrent to the story of lucky i’m not in love with my best friend (i really am not) where we explore the taehyung & jimin side of things. it’s not complete as of yet so there’ll be a part 2 coming for this fic.

un-beta’d so all mistakes are my own. shoutout to jas for letting me sit on her bed and take psy breaks while i worked on this.

summary: It's like this: they met they were 7 and promised to stay forever when they were 12.

if we move too fast, we'll break things. if we move too slow we miss things. and if we don't move at all, we won't see things for how beautiful they truly are – r.m. drake

"Did you know that Yoongi-hyung's in love with Baekhyun-hyung?"

"It must be nice, being in love with one's best friend."

"Well, we would know, wouldn't we?"

Jimin snorts, “Of course we would.”

It starts like this:

Park Jimin and Kim Taehyung had been best friends ever since Jimin moved to Seoul. Seven-year-old Jimin stands in front of Taehyung’s home with a plate of rice cake, ready to introduce himself to his next door neighbour. His mother watches from their apartment across the hall. He hears someone calling out ‘Eomma! Someone’s at the door!’ before the closed door in front of him opens to reveal a boy with curious eyes and ears that were too big. He's joined by an older lady Jimin assumes is his mother who looks at him with kind interest.

Jimin clears his throat; nervousness kicking back in at the fact at there was now an audience before him. “Hello,” he bows slightly, grip tightening on the plate. “My name is Park Jimin and my family just moved in across from you. Erm… Eomma said that these are for you.” He offers the rice cakes to his new neighbours.

"Thank you, Jimin, these look very tasty. Do thank your eomma for these," the older lady takes the plate from him before nudging her son to introduce himself to the shy little boy standing before them.

"Ah, alright. Stop poking me, eomma," The young boy wriggles, taking a step forward to avoid his mother's fingers. He turns to face Jimin with wide grin. "I'm Kim Taehyung, and this is my eomma. Welcome to our block, it’s very nice to meet you! Let's play together and be good friends, okay?"

“Okay,” Jimin nods excitedly. "Let's be very good friends!"

It goes on like this:

Park Jimin and Kim Taehyung have been in love ever since Taehyung won them both matching rings from the gatchapon machine near their home. Age twelve and the both of them have their rings around their left ring finger with the promise of staying together forever. Age twelve was the period of where the line of friendship between love became blurred. They were old enough to know that there was a distinction between the two but young enough to not care about where they stood within that. Their parents think it's adorable, their male friends scoff and call them 'girly', their female friends clap and gush over how cool they are. None of that really mattered to them. They were together and they were happy, and that’s all that mattered.

The rings didn’t last very long, discolouration and cracks coming about from how they adamantly refused to take it off. That didn’t matter, they never needed the rings to keep their promise.

taetae [12:33PM] tell me again why you asked me to do this?

jiminnie [12:35PM] you’re from daegu, he’s from daegu. jiminnie [12:35PM] you like hiphop, he does hiphop. jiminnie [12:36PM] you're an actor, he needs someone to act as his boyfriend. jiminnie [12:50PM] also, you’re totally boyfriend material. trust me.

taetae [12:51PM] trust me, I know.

Keep it simple, Jimin had told him. ‘Don’t beat around the bush, Yoongi-hyung doesn’t like that. Also, don’t be late. Punctuality is important to hyung.’ Jimin had said all that as he rolled around in Taehyung’s bed, waiting for his best friend to pick the perfect tie for his date with Yoongi. He had come over for a final pep talk (not that Taehyung had needed one) and to share everything but key information about the Min Yoongi (‘It’ll be more realistic to learn about each other on the first date!’).

With Jimin ushering him out of his own apartment, Taehyung had made it to the arranged venue on the dot (though he would like to believe that he would had made it regardless of Jimin). It was easy to spot Yoongi upon entering crowded cafe, he just had to look out for a head of blonde hair at the corners of the place.

It felt more like a business meeting than a first date, he realized as he settled down at what was now their table.

“You’re so much cuter in real life,” Yoongi really was. The photo Jimin had sent him failed to show how small Min Yoongi was or how he reminded Taehyung of a sleepy cat.

“... thanks?”

Keep it simple, Jimin had said. He was going to keep it so simple with his self introduction, “Kim Taehyung, 24. Theatre major, part time model.”

“Min Yoongi, 26.”

Taehyung hums at the lack of details from the older male, stirring the heap of whipped cream into his oversized cup of mocha. “So, boyfriend, tell me more about yourself.” He was nothing but a professional. Yoongi wanted a fake boyfriend and he would get the most professional fake boyfriend ever. The use of the term was nothing significant to him, it was just another label to attach to someone. (The only significant term to him was something he had yet to figure out. Best friend? Soulmate? Whatever it was that Jimin and him were, that was what carries significance to him.)

“I’m a music producer. Mostly hiphop and a couple of pop songs,” Yoongi shrugs.

Taehyung’s eyes brighten up at the mention of hiphop, whipped cream lined his top lip. “That’s so cool! I love hiphop. Pop is great too, of course, but hiphop!"

Learn more about each other on the first day, Jimin said. Taehyung was going to learn about Yoongi and brag about it to Jimin when he gets home. He asks Yoongi about the songs he’s worked on, hoping to heard a familiar title amongst them.

Excitement is good, excitement is when Taehyung is at his best. He’s ready to impress his fake date with a verse from a song that Yoongi mentions. “Oh! I know that song, I listen to it a lot. There’s this one part I really enjoy.”

The date goes pretty well, in Taehyung’s humble opinion. He thinks they really bonded.

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Who said “I love you” first

Who would have the other’s picture as their phone background

Who leaves notes written in fog on the bathroom mirror

Who buys the other cheesy gifts

Who initiated the first kiss

Who kisses the other awake in the morning

Who starts tickle fights

Who asks who if they can join the other in the shower

Who surprises the other in the middle of the day at work with lunch

Who was nervous and shy on the first date

Who kills/takes out the spiders

Who loudly proclaims their love when they’re drunk

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June Theme – Soulmate AU

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Additional ideas & inspiration:

Soul identification marks (matching marks, words, etc.)

Bonded by choice (as is common in things like A/B/O)

Countdown timer until the moment A meets their soulmate

Red string of fate/soulmates by birth

Loving someone other than their soulmate

Platonic soulmates

Having more than one soulmates

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May Theme – Youth/Childhood

This theme requires works to consist an aspect of youth/childhood or for works to be centred around the youth/childhood of the characters.

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Additional ideas & inspiration:

Childhood friends. Childhood engagement.

Children of the characters

“The duty of youth is to challenge corruption.”