In which Jimin undergoes a transformation from Cinnamon Roll to Sinnamon Roll and Jeongguk is a little too competitive, a little too tsundere, and a little bit too moony-eyed for his own good.

(A tale of red converses, sandpit wrestling, shitty best friends a little too obsessed with playing Cupid, emotional constipation, existential crises, and that one body roll Jimin does that makes Jeongguk re-evaluate his life)

“i see that you adore playing your loud ass trumpet at random moments in the middle of the night, well fyi i happen to be a master at the French horn so fuck u i challenge you to a brass off” AU

40,219 words ; completed ; ao3

• We go on and on and on

• (and they're all for you to use)

• same damn hunger

• where we drift

• The Prince and His Boy

• Slither into My Heart

"I want to try something," Yoongi murmurs, almost to himself. Hoseok opens his eyes inquisitively, and then he gasps as Yoongi carefully places the ice-cold base of his water bottle on the flat plane of Hoseok's stomach.

"Can you balance it?" Yoongi asks, and his eyes are curled in the corners, pleased and catlike. He sinks down cross-legged next to Hoseok, unable to take his eyes away from the bottle.

There's a sweet, aching throb in Hoseok's stomach that travels all the way down his spine and back up again. "Yeah," Hoseok manages, even though his stomach muscles are jumping and twitching. "It's fine."

"Mmm." Yoongi picks up the water bottle again, taking a casual slug. There is a ring of condensation left on Hoseok's stomach, and Hoseok bites his lip as Yoongi covers the trails of water with his palm and wipes them away. His hand is warm.

25,100 words ; completed ; ao3

"go to sleep,” yoongi says, and the walls between their rooms disappear.

“i can’t.”

“i know you can’t, asshole. i can hear you thinking about the universe.”

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it’s hard to keep secrets when your mind is linked with six others and yoongi swears he’ll die before he lets the world know that he’s in love with hoseok.

10,777 words ; completed ; ao3

• strawberries & cigarettes

• first love

• Down The Rabbit Hole

• so far away

• a sky full of stars

“i’m yoongi,” he says. “hoseok’s roommate? he asked if i would be willing to drive you to work so here i am.” jeongguk stares at yoongi’s outstretched hand—nails covered in chipped black polish, which are attached to a very long and veiny hand, which is coming out of a fucking leather jacket, which is thrown over a black shirt, which is tucked into a pair of very tight and ripped black jeans, which come to rest above a pair of black combat boots, and that’s just—not fair. at all.

somehow, jeongguk manages to make the part of his brain not connected to his dick work enough to raise his hand, grasping onto yoongi’s a little too tightly. he swallows thickly, praying to god that his face isn’t as red as it feels when he looks yoongi in the eye again and lets out a quiet, “hi.”

(or: yoongi is a bad boy, jeongguk is a baby boy, and opposites always attract.)

129,328 words ; completed ; ao3