when jungkook can’t sleep, he goes to seokjin.
or, seokjin sings jungkook to sleep. that’s it.
Seokjin handles pick-up from daycare for a week, and learns that his hookup is his daughter's preschool teacher.
Sometimes, without really a conscious effort, Seokjin would stop in the middle of his work to watch Jungkook for a while, and when Jungkook would notice and meet his gaze, ask him why he’s staring, Seokjin would simply shrug and tell the truth.
“You’re the prettiest fucking ballerina ever,” Seokjin would tell Jungkook, with all the seriousness in the world.
“I like the way your body moves when you dance,” He would admit.
“I’m just trying to fathom how one person can be so talented. You’re so mesmerizing.” He would praise him.
Sometimes, his statements are bolder.
“The leotard accentuates your perfect waist and the sight of you in it makes me want to do indecent things to you.” He doesn’t look bashful when he says it, but the tips of his ears do redden.
Jungkook is positive that if his heart skips one more beat, he will die.
jeon jeongguk is an early teen when he develops both a heart and dick boner for his beloved seokjin-hyung. there are a few bumps and scratches along the way, but six years later, when seokjin finally realizes they’re meant for each other, jeongguk thinks he’s got everything he could have hoped for—but wait, there’s more? why doesn't seokjin want to fuck him six ways from sunday?
or, jeongguk wants to love seokjin forever in every single way, like, immediately, and seokjin teaches him a thing or two about those ways in which to love.
- Part 2 of aspec works
Fandoms: 방탄소년단 | Bangtan Boys | BTS
02 Aug 2021
“Are you nesting?” Taehyung asks in a rush, coming over to the front of the fort.
“What? No. Shut up,” Seokjin says, feeling his ears go red immediately. He holds out his hands for the bowl of chips in Taehyung’s hands. “Give hyung food.”
“I think you are,” Taehyung says, delighted. He hands Seokjin the bowl and tries to sit down; Seokjin panics, just a little, at the thought of someone else’s smell, even if it is just Taehyung’s cologne, in his space.
“No!” he yells, maybe a little too sharp and mean, but it does the trick; Taehyung stops, right where he is. “Sorry,” Seokjin continues. “I just -- I don’t want you to mess it up.”
Taehyung grins, big and boxy. “Okay. I won’t disturb your nest.”
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