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Jungkook thought he knew what love was supposed to be.
He thought it was something loud and abrupt because that’s what he’d been taught, what he’d lived.
Jungkook was straight. He was sure of it.
Looking for the kind of love that should be chased down and tackled, loud, reckless, simple.
The kind that set fire to everything or burned out fast.
But then, in the quiet between heartbeats, it hit him, quiet and unrelenting, that love could be softer, slower, and deeper.
That the person he’d been searching for wasn’t a stranger at all but existed right in front of him from the very start.
In his best friend Jimin.
The person he loved most was right there all along. The one who held him steady when he was falling apart, who saw him without pretense.
He never imagined love could feel like this, deep, steady, and raw, like falling without fear, finally knowing he belonged.
Jungkook isn’t scared of it.
He’s swallowing it whole, hungry for every piece of it, because with Jimin, he’s finally found everything he didn’t know he was missing.
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Meet JK; he's 26, college educated, determined, successful in his own right, hot, single, funny (or at least he thinks so) -- did I mention hot?
Oh, he's also a ghost.
Should that be a red flag for Jimin, the man who unknowingly has sublet an apparently haunted apartment and has since been the nonstop target of JK's ghostly flirtation?
Probably.
Lucky for JK, Jimin is open minded.
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“There we go,” Jimin soothes, “Try sinking into your split again, but keep your back straight, chest up,” he keeps his hands on Jungkook’s waist as he sinks down. They’re almost face to face now. The stretch burns more like this, so he doesn’t go as deep. “Come on, tough guy,” Jimin smirks, “I know you can go deeper.”
“I can’t, I can’t,” Jungkook laughs, “My hamstrings are going to snap.”
Jimin bites his lip and guides him, “Just a little further. Breathe into it and relax,” his soft voice eases him down. Jungkook breathes, but he can’t relax. Not with those hands holding him there, not with those eyes taking him in like that. He whimpers as his legs burn and ache, quivering, but he sinks down just a hair.
“Good,” Jimin approves, “Is this your first time? You’re doing so well.”
Jungkook nods. He’s afraid of what sound will come out of him if he tries to speak.
“Impressive,” is all he says before his hands leave him, and he’s stepping over to the next person.
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Jungkook takes a flying yoga class to help his aching back. His sweet and handsome instructor helps him find relief in more ways than one. -
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when your bandmate has a nice ass and you think about fingering him in a totally non gay way
or; your classic canon compliant idiots to lovers
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“We should talk about this, right?” Jungkook asks and Jimin catches his scent going a little haywire. The normally soothing earthiness in Jungkook’s ginger scent fluctuates with nervousness and surprise.
“Is there something to talk about?” Jimin asks, his own scent spiraling nervously.
“I don’t know but it…I feel like we maybe should cause I didn’t know it was going to be you.”
OR: Jimin begrudgingly joins his friends on vacation, knowing his best friend is simultaneously trying to set him up with a stranger. But that stranger ends up not exactly being as new to him as he anticipated.