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Saving the Environment, One Step at a Time

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Jeon Jungkook was completely fed up with human beings. He had developed a new found resentment for mankind.

What brought this along, you might ask?

Oh no, nothing big. Just the fact that he's had to go through the recycling disposal that he has to collect every morning to make sure that there's no trash in the disposal, so that he doesn't get fired.

Yep, Jungkook works as a Recycling Truck Worker. Not a great title to have, but when you need money, you get it anyway possible.

So that's why, every morning he goes around a couple of apartment complexes, and picks up all of the recycling that was left behind by environmentalists.

It was a decent job at first. You know, just casually driving around, and getting out of the truck only to physically empty the recycling bins in the giant deposit he had at the back of his truck. It wasn't too much work, and the extra load of hauling the recycling bins was no difficulty, as he frequently worked out of the gym. He was very proud of his muscles, but wouldn't tell anyone that, even if it cost him is life.

That was until things started going south. You see, every morning, Jungkook was forced to wake up at five am, in order to be ready to start making his rounds at six. Needless to say, he was always in a very tired haze every morning when we went out to take in the recycling left by people who cared for the environment.

So when Jungkook was called into his boss’s office because they had found a considerable amount of trash in his daily recycling deposit, he was confused.

He was confused, and almost fired on spot.

The only way he could save his job, was of course, by picking out all of the trash from the load.

So the next time Jungkook went around to take out the recycling, he was more careful. He made sure to only take out the blue bins, and not the green, which the trash were located in.

But nevertheless, trash ended up in his deposit. And just like the last time, he was forced to clean it out.

So then he decided to actually look inside the bins before throwing it in his deposit. The disappointed look he got from his boss the next day told him that hadn't worked either.

So yes, Jeon Jungkook was pissed.

So pissed, in fact, that he was ready to murder the little bitch that had thought it would be a good idea to fuck the environment, and put in the trash with the recycling.

Not to mention that fucker was screwing with his job, and as a broke college student, he needed this job more than he needed his degree.

He was so goddamn tired of spending his mornings picking out trash. And every morning, he was almost always late to his classes because of this.

His boss, luckily, said that he wouldn’t fire Jungkook, but Min Yoongi was never one for complete mercy. He bet that his hyung was inwardly cackling every time that Jungkook pulled a bunch of fruit that rotted several years ago out of the mix of paper, plastic, and metal.

Fuck that brat who thought it was funny to let poor recycling workers suffer.


Next Thursday, Jungkook woke up early.

Blearily, he rubbed the sleep out of his eyes, and he checked the clock.

3:47 am.

Jungkook groaned in disapproval. Unfortunately for him, he was never able to sleep after he woke up, so he might as well get to his first stop early, right?

Jungkook quickly brushed his teeth, dressed in his working uniform, and ran out the door.

He rapidly ran to the bus stop closest to him, and managed to hitch a ride to his boss, Yoongi’s place.

Jungkook inwardly cringed as he stood in front of the small apartment. Yoongi was difficult enough to wake up when it was 10 am. At 4 am, his boss would surely kill him.

Hesitantly, Jungkook knocked on the door.

Of course, there was no response.

His boss had answered, during a particularly innocent round of truth or dare, a question regarding what creature he had wished to be in his next life.

His bosses passionate reply?

“I wish to be a rock in my next life.”

Min Yoongi was definitely something else.

Jungkook hesitantly rang the doorbell.

No reply, of course.

If his hyung hadn’t replied to the doorbell, it meant sudden death for Jeon Jungkook.

Please throw a parade in his honor. On his will, please note that Jeon Jungkook demands an investigation for the person who has been ruining the environment by putting trash in their recycling. Another last dying wish from Jeon Jungkook is that when said person is found, they shall be executed in the ugliest way possible.

Reluctantly, Jungkook called Yoongi.

The second he did it, he heard a scream from his best friend.

Suddenly, the door slammed open in his face.


And that’s when Jungkook decided to run for his dear life.

Just as he was about to start sprinting away, Yoongi caught the collar of the maknae's work uniform.



So that’s how Jungkook ended up being thrown in the backseat of his hyung’s car like a ragdoll. Yoongi irritatedly took the front seat, and began to scream at him again.

“Jeon Jungkook, you know that my ringtone is the air horn version of Run by BTS. The air horn version. And the lyrics are being said by Siri of all people. Siri . In an English accent, of all things. My ears are goddamn scarred. And my rights has a human being are being violated by your existence. Not to mention that you interrupted my sleep .”

Jungkook lightly brushed off his hyung’s words. It's not like Yoongi was trying to murder him anymore, so he didn't need to pretend to worship his boss in hopes for sparing his life.

That's when it all went to shit, “Jungkook, what time is it?”

Jungkook froze in the backseat of the car, “Uhm, same as the usual, hyung.”

Yoongi clicked his tongue, a clear sign of annoyance, “Jeon fucking Jungkook, if you don't tell me, I’ll cut your salary in half. And before you give me that crap about needing it to pay for your apartment; you can go live with mom and dad for all I care.”

Jungkook winced, that was a low blow, for even Yoongi. Their parents were pretty shitty parents in general, so there was that.

Yep, Min Yoongi was the brother, only friend, and attempted murderer of Jeon Jungkook.


Before you go on saying that Jungkook was some kind of anti-social loner, he’d like to defend himself. He did have a few other friends, other than Yoongi. He was just closest to Yoongi.

Well, there was Hoseok. Well, basically there was only Hoseok, but Jungkook always liked to pretend his social capabilities exceeded what they were in reality.

Jungkook had met Hoseok while having to run a coffee to the dance room. Of course, he had walked into the wrong dance room (Sue him, his instructor had only told him to go to the dance hall to deliver coffee. He hadn’t realized that there was more than one dance room- he had never been there before after all.), so Jungkook had been a nervous wreck when he had walked in on a near shirtless guy recording himself dancing in a very provocative way.

And not to mention, he was still convinced that Hoseok had been the one to ask for the coffee, so him awkwardly trying to hand Hoseok the coffee had been an interesting experience.

Well, it had lead him to the enlightening that the dancehall did have more than one room, and he ended up handing the coffee to the dance instructor, and ended up exceeding the time limit for passes by 40 minutes.

Well, what had ended up happening was Jungkook ending up with Hoseok’s number,  

So Hoseok had ended up being a way to convince Yoongi that he wasn’t an antisocial loner with no friends.

So they texted.

And after about five months of texting Hoseok, Yoongi had insisted to meet this so called friend of Jungkook’s.

And that’s how the two realized that they had done some underground rapping together, and had also produced continuous songs they had liked to call “Cypher’s” in their high school years.

He had been forced to put up with something about lip gloss, some restaurant that he assumed was called Runch Randa (He’d googled it, but nothing had come up. Oh well.), and someone named Hobi.

Jungkook would never understand why someone would name a restaurant Runch Randa of all things.

Anyway, Hoseok never failed to be an annoying pain in the ass. Hoseok is also known the infamous person who permanently changed Yoongi’s cell phone ring tone to the air horn version of “Run,” by BTS. Well, in Hoseok’s defense, he hadn’t known it was the air horn version.

Hoseok had just googled “Run” by BTS, and had set it as Yoongi’s ringtone. It was the biggest mistake that the man had ever made in his life.

Because, of course, the first version to pop up was the air horn version, not the actual song.

Therefore, rest in peace, Jung Hoseok.

And of course, Hoseok had put the ringtone on a personal lock, meaning no one could change it, unless they knew the password.

And guess who forgot the password?


That guy had a penchant for death.

They had tried everything, from |~Hoseok’sAss~| to 94LineBrandedBeauty, but all had failed. So Yoongi was stuck with an air horn remix of one of his favorite songs as his ringtone.

And Jungkook felt like he was going to die of laughter every time they were over at their mom’s place, and Yoongi’s phone started ringing.


Jungkook and Yoongi weren’t quite blood related. Yoongi’s father and Jungkook’s mother had gotten married after they both had to depart from their spouses for their own reasons.

Jungkook’s father had passed away in a car accident when he was 8. As he was raised as an only child, he almost never had any companions. When his father died, he spiraled into a state of depression. His father had been the only one of his two parents to acknowledge him as a son, and his father made sure that he never forgot he was loved.

His mother, however, had always been working. She had never really been at home, and Jungkook had always heard late night arguments between his parents about some work affair. He hadn’t realized how serious their discussions had been until long after his father’s passing.

It had alarmed him, how quickly Jungkook’s mom had gotten married after the death of her very own husband. A mere four months. The only question on Jungkook’s mind had been whether or not she had actually grieved for him, or had been praying for it to happen.

And another thing, Jungkook’s father had known he was gay. And he had been supportive, despite coming from a very conservative family. And that was why he had loved his dad so much. His dad had known from the time a six year old Jungkook had sadly walked up to him, asking him why everyone thought it was bad that he kissed his best friend on his cheek.

Jungkook had never been interested in girls. It had just been the way it was. He had always been a lot more fascinated by males. Girls weren’t bad at all; they just intimidated him a little bit.

A few years after his father’s death, girls had begun to ask him why he’d never dated anyone, and why he had never done anything, even kiss, anyone.

He had a right to his privacy, so he had refused to tell them, which had led to the most hellish week of his life. Apparently, middle schoolers were actually good at using the internet for research. They just weren’t researching the right things.

Within two days, the whole school knew that Jungkook’s dad was dead.

Within three more days, they all knew that Jungkook’s mom had remarried in 97 days.

Honestly, fuck those websites that do nothing but violate completely innocent people’s privacy.

The only thing that had stopped them from looking into it even more had been Yoongi coming to his very own school, and cursing the hell out of the students who had done that.

“I don’t get what pleasure you get from completely violating someone’s sense of privacy, but it’s sickening. Honestly, you people are just sick. You waltz around like you can fuck with whomever you want, and you have no regard for the human emotions that they possess. You don’t fucking understand anything. You can’t just walk up to a person and expect them to tell you their life story. That’s called motherfucking privacy, bitches.”

Yoongi then walked over to one girl, and smeared the makeup on her cheek so that a scar was made visible, “Would you like to explain this scar?”

The girl stuttered nervously, “It’s none of your business!”

“Then guess what? Jungkook’s life also isn’t any of your fucking business.”

He had never admired his elder brother more than that day.


Min Yoongi had been a piece of work when he had first met him.

Yoongi’s dad had been divorced by his wife, due to an ongoing workplace affair.

Yoongi never really opened up much about life with his dad, but it had sounded pretty shitty from what he knew.

He had been stubborn, idiotic, shy, and very frustrating. His mom had expected him to get along with his brother, so he was going to try to. But then Yoongi saw through it, and it angered him.

He had just wanted a normal life, but Yoongi was so insistent on making his life complicated.

But then they became closer, and Jungkook realized that deep down, Yoongi wanted the same thing he did, a family.

And when Yoongi revealed that the Park Jimin that he told his family he was dating was actually a boy, not a girl. The wonders of unisex names.

And Jimin turned out to be an angel, and they were hella good for each other, no doubt.

So in the end, he ended up gaining two gay elder brothers, and he got what he wanted. A family.

Yoongi may be a bitch sometimes, and a very stubborn, and quick to anger kind of person, but he was fantastic nevertheless.

And Jimin was generally fantastic, and he made food for the two brothers who would just eat lamb skewers for the rest of their days if Jimin allowed them to.

His elder brothers were always there for him. And that’s when they became each other’s family.

Min Yoongi was a great brother when you looked past his seemingly cold exterior.


Well, Min Yoongi was a great brother when he wasn’t about to murder his poor dongsaeng for not telling him the time.

Jungkook mildly winced at what was to come, “Yoongi, it’s not too early, I promise! Don’t you trust me?”

Yoongi’s eyes bugged out of his head, “You better be kidding.”

Jungkook gave him a weak smile, “I’m not.”

Yoongi immediately tried to swerve back to take a U-turn, but Jungkook caught his hand.

“My first stop is at Jiminie’s apartment complex. You can drop me off at the center, I can pick up my truck while you park your car, and we can head over to Chim’s complex. We’ll hang around their neighborhood, and you can go find Chiminie. He lives somewhere in this area, right?”

Jungkook held up his phone for confirmation from Yoongi.

“I’m too tired to get back there and murder you, so just heed my word. Don’t wake me up just because of your insomniac habits. Honestly! One hour early? What is wrong with you?”

Jungkook would say something about the reason his life was spared was Park Jimin, but he liked his head attached to his body, thank you very much.

The rest of the drive had been fairly uneventful, thank goodness.

Jungkook had picked up his truck, and put his uniform in the trunk, while Yoongi parked his shiny red car in the parking lot.

The ride to the neighborhood was filled with Yoongi anxiously shifting in his seat, waiting to arrive.

“You know hyung, I’m kind of hurt that you don’t act like this before you see me.”

“Jungkookie, I haven’t seen Jimin in months . Months , I tell you. I see you every day.”

“Yoongi Hyung, you saw Mochi Hyung on Wednesday.”

“A week is a long time, Kookie.”

“It’s Thursday, Hyung. You’re just really whipped.”

“Am not!”

“Being whipped for Chiminie isn’t a bad thing. I actually find it sweet how comfortable you two are with each other.”

“Yah," a light blush dusted his hyung's pale face, "love you too, Kook.”

When they arrived at the apartment complex around 4:30, there was only a few ambitious college students outside, no doubt trying to fit a morning run into their schedule.

Jungkook found a parking spot in no time, and effortlessly parked the truck.

The second the car was parked, Yoongi sprinted out the car door, “Kook, I’ll call you when you should pick me up, okay?”

And then he was gone.


Jungkook awkwardly muttered to the empty space in front of him, “Yeah, okay hyung. See ya later.”

Jungkook shyly took his iPhone out of the front seat, adorned in a simple black and white design, with the word “BTS” written out on the back. He also grabbed his cheap, five buck, hot pink earbuds out, and plugged them in.

He quickly put his music on shuffle, and not surprisingly, the first song to come was “Crystal Snow” by BTS.

He started off mildly jogging on the sidewalk, watching the pinkish sun slowly rising past the white clouds, dying them vibrant shades of oranges, pinks, yellows, and more.

Jungkook had always loved staring at the sunrise, ever since he was young. He had always been a riser, and the sunrise had always been something that signified a new beginning. Something that sparked a hope in him that what happened yesterday would stay in yesterday.

Because the second the sun rose again, the moments were over, and all that was left of them were memories. And the longer you dwell on memories, the more you know that you’re locked in a cage that is the past.

The sunrise meant that the terrors of the past could never haunt you again, and a new day meant a new chance to start over. But he knew that was not, and would never be the only meaning.

He wasn’t an optimist, or a pessimist.

When people asked him the classic, “is the cup half full and half empty?”question, he had calmly answered both.

He knew that there were two sides to a coin, positive and negative, good and evil, yin and yang, and all that shit.

And he was that fine line between.

The sunrise was a way to forget the past and start over, but it was also a way to remember to work just as hard every day, and know that nothing ever lasts. Good fortune lasts as long as a plucked flower. If you don’t work hard, and make sure that it is watered every day, it’ll wither away. If you don’t work hard enough, it will die, and you’ll be left with nothing.

If there was anything Jungkook had learned in his life, it was that.

By now, Jungkook had picked up into a sprint. Whenever he began to think hard, he always felt incredibly skittish.

With the music in his ears, he began to look around, and analyze the people in the streets.

Jungkook had made a habit of classifying people by songs. It was a strange quirk he had. People always say don’t judge a book by its cover, and he really wasn’t.

Songs were just as complex as people, if you look at one thing differently, then the whole thing has a completely different perspective.

Yoongi had always kind of been a hard one to read for him. He had shifted his choice many times for Yoongi.

Originally, he had written down Yoongi as “Fire” by BTS, and had been done with it. The more he understood him, the more he changed his opinion. For a while, he was convinced it was “For the Love of a Daughter” by Demi Lovato, but when he analyzed Yoongi’s cold exterior, he thought against it.

In the song “For the Love of a Daughter,” a girl begs her father to understand what he’s putting his family through, and prays for him to change his ways for the good of their family. Yoongi didn’t believe his dad could change, like the girl in the song did. He had never, ever had that hope in his lifetime. He didn’t even trust his own father enough to beg him to change. Because he knew that his father was too far gone. He knew that his father wouldn’t ever give a fuck about what happened with him, so Yoongi had just closed himself off, and lost hope.

Min Yoongi was a perfect representation of “Spring Day” by BTS.

“Spring Day.” A story of someone who’s missing someone close to their heart.

In the song, it’s interpreted as a best friend, maybe even a lover.

Jungkook disagreed. In this case, the person Yoongi was missing was nameless. Yoongi was missing a proper family. He was waiting for the harsh seasons to pass, the rough, cold, brutal winter that prolonged for what was most of his life.

And then he had found Jungkook and Jimin. And then Spring had finally arrived for him. It made him smile, knowing that his hyung finally had a family.

Jimin had been a far easier conclusion for him.

It probably had been because he had heard so much regarding the famous Park Jimin from Yoongi, long before he had met the other boy.

He was empathetic. He never stopped caring. He gave everything his all, and he loved full-heartedly. If he cared for you, you were never going to leave his life. Because you mattered to him more than he mattered to himself. So the option had seemed obvious to him.

“Begin” by BTS.

The people in Jimin’s life sculpted him into who he is. They made him, created him as a person. They made him confident, empathetic, understanding, and loving. They taught him so many lessons. So when others get hurt, he always feels the need to give back to those around him. He feels your pain, and if he doesn’t understand what you’re feeling, he’ll never stop trying to.

And the dancer is always growing from those around him. He learns new things every day, and he cherishes each lesson close to his heart, even if unintentionally.

When Jungkook had met Jimin, he had understood why Yoongi fell in love with this man.

Yoongi was broken. He needed solid roots, and someone to lean on.

Jimin was the sun. He didn’t love fleetingly, and he was always there for you, no matter what.

They were perfect for each other, no doubt. That’s what made them last in their long relationship for about 7 long years.

Jungkook had even addressed popping a ring with Yoongi, but Yoongi had been stubborn, saying that he didn’t want a bright, ever loving person like Jimin to be forcibly tied down to someone like himself, for all eternity.

What Yoongi had never realized was that Jimin needs Yoongi just as much as Yoongi needed Jimin.

They were truly handcrafted for one another, no doubt.

It was love, even though both of them were far too fearful to admit it.

Jung Hoseok had a “Ma City” vibe from the very beginning. His bright, fun-loving personality was shared by his surroundings, and where he grew up.

“Ma City” is about someone learning, growing, and loving in their own city.

Hoseok represented this very well. He was bright and blinding, like his surroundings were. He was raised with by a family almost as happy as he was. But just like his city, his surroundings, his environment, there’s always that one shady area where no one should trod.

Hoseok was very similar to that. He was a pure ball of sunshine, but if you hit the right buttons, he wasn’t the person he usually was.

After Jungkook had seen Hoseok in a state similar to this, he had questioned whether Hoseok had just been putting on a happy front for the sake of his friends.

Hoseok, however, was quick to correct him. Hoseok had made sure that it was known that he loved making others happy, and that he generally was a happy person. However, everything has a breaking point. And so does everyone. He just has his off days sometimes, and Jungkook can understand that more than anyone else.


Suddenly, Jungkook collided with something in his path, knocking his headphones, and bringing him back to reality.

Jungkook blinked owlishly at the figure in front of him, who seemed to be on the phone with someone else.

The second he was able to register that there was a human being in front of him, which was a painfully long time because it was five am in the morning, his eyes went agape.

This guy was hot damn.

10/10 would date, under all circumstances.

Got a foot fetish, random stranger? That’s okay, Jungkook would send you photos of his feet 24/7 just to get a chance with that.

The first thing he had noticed about the male was his smile. Bright, vibrant, and shining brilliantly. He’d never seen a smile that beautiful, and he saw Hoseok on a daily basis.

That’s when he noticed the smooth, porcelain-like, golden skin. Absolutely flawless. And those collarbones . It was a struggle not to run his tongue along them here and now.

His self-control was coming into play, and boy was it a struggle.

Then his eyes slowly trailed up the unidentified stranger’s face, up to beautiful, caramel brown eyes. They were like inky pools, and he could never get tired of looking into them.

Gently, his eyes graciously continued up this man’s face, noticing the bandana the male had in place. His forehead was coated in a thin layer of sweat, making him look all the more attractive. The bandana pulled up what he assumed were the stranger’s bangs, giving the man’s hair a beautiful, wild kind of look.

Well, more like a bedhead, but wild would do.

And that’s when Jungkook realized they were literally lying in a heap on the sidewalk.

As it seemed, the man had accidentally dropped his phone during their epic fall to the floor.

The second Jungkook looked at the man straight in the eyes, and had made a confused noise; the brunette had slightly blushed, and averted his eyes elsewhere.


“Hi! I’m Kim Taehyung, nice to meet you!”

Jungkook smiled, “Jeon Jungkook, and likewise.”

Taehyung now had a light grin plastered on his face, “Now that you’re down to Earth, maybe we could get up? I’m pretty sure the old lady across the street with the golden retriever is staring at us, and I don’t want her thinking I’m weird! I walk her dog every morning!”


Jungkook’s cheeks immediately turned red at the realization that they were both stuck in a very compromising position.

As the man, who he now knew was Taehyung, fell to the ground first, he had gotten the worst of the fall.

He had fallen to the ground directly, so he was lying on the ground on his back, with his phone beside him, and a fallen recycling bin in the distance, toppled over with items spilling out.


Okay, first of all, now Jungkook had to pick up even more recycling. Just wonderful . Hopefully, the cute, doe-eyed kid would be nice enough to help out.

The second thing was more worrisome for Jungkook. The boy’s phone.

And, oh boy, was it bad or was it bad?

The screen of the device lied shattered on the floor, demolished completely.

Jungkook stared at it weakly, hoping that it wasn't completely broken. He was a broke college student after all, that's the reason why he worked at that fucking dumb recycling place anyway.

He also really hoped that Taehyung was nice enough to pay for his broken phone himself. Then again, from the looks of him, it seemed like they were in the same boat regarding their financial situation.

He wore extremely worn out jeans, ripped several times over. It was obvious that the shredded cloth wasn't store bought that way, as there were some rips in some very less than ideal areas.

His hoodie was a maroon one, with the “Seoul Institute for the Arts” logo on it, which had been provided in bulk by the campus if you stayed in the dormitories.

He’d know, as Jungkook himself owned around seven or eight himself, and they made up 90% of his wardrobe.

Basically, it seemed like Kim Taehyung was trying to save up for money just as much as Jungkook was.

Jungkook was currently hovered over Taehyung, his hands placed on both sides of the brunette, securing Taehyung in place. Jungkook’s bangs were currently lightly grazing the other male’s face, which said something about how close their proximity was. In fact, Jungkook had cut his hair last week. Jungkook’s legs were mildly wrapped around Taehyung’s, almost in a protective stance.


If Jungkook moved his face a mere inch toward Taehyung, they’d be locking lips. That’s how close they were.

Jungkook’s eyes bugged out in surprise, “Yah! I hadn’t realized! I’m so sorry, I didn’t see you there! I didn’t mean to do anything; I apologize for the privacy intrusion, Taehyung!”

Taehyung giggled as Jungkook scrambled off of him. Giggled. What kind of boy giggled, and still managed to look cute? Certainly not Jungkook, or anyone the blackette knew before he had met this man of the name Kim Taehyung.

Taehyung’s blush still noticeably coated his cheeks, making Jungkook inwardly wonder what he did to be blessed with such adorableness. Jungkook’s eyes widened at his thoughts, and then he lightly brushed the embarrassment off.

If god created him like that, he deserves to be admired.

“Oh, I don’t mind it Jungkookie!” Taehyung affectionately ran his hair through Jungkook’s hair, as if he was trying to keep it in place, “can I call you Jungkookie?”

Jungkook gave Taehyung a light smile, “C-call me whatever you want.”

Taehyung’s blush only increased at that, “Okay!”

Jungkook quickly helped Taehyung off the floor, and handed Taehyung his demolished phone, “I’m sorry about your phone. I’d pay for it, but I really can’t.”

Taehyung smiled, “Oh, don’t worry about it, Kookie! I’m sure it’s still fine! And if not, I’ve been saving up for a new phone anyway. I was going to go out and buy a new one tomorrow!”

Jungkook gently pressed the home button of Taehyung’s phone, and much to his surprise, the screen lit up.

Taehyung smiled in joy, “Yes! Now I can use the money for a call appeared on his screen.


The contact name listed was “Jiminie Pabo <3.” Taehyung mildly giggled, and then put the audio on speaker.

“Hi Jiminie! Sorry for keeping you hanging, I just accidentally bumped into someone.”

“Well, go give that guy a piece of your mind! Stand up for yourself, Taehyungie!”

“Jiminie, you worry too much! He’s just a kind, innocent, shy fluff ball of a man!”

“..Whatever you say, Tae.”

Jungkook’s eyebrows furrowed, “Wait, his name’s Jimin?”

Taehyung looked up from his phone, “Yep, he’s the one and only Park Jimin. Well, there’s honestly far too many Park Jimin’s out there, but eh, you get my drift.”

A low cackle was let out from the other side of the phone call, “Yep. Not a very unique name, but my intense personality puts all other Park Jimin’s to shame. Once, my boyfriend even used the fact that my name was unisex to hide the fact that he was dating a guy to his bitches of parents.”

Jungkook was about to raise his eyebrow at that, along with the familiarity of the voice on the other end of the line, when he heard a low groan from the other side of the phone line.

"Wait! Tae, is the recycling still intact? I really don’t wanna pick that up. Just ew-”

Jungkook’s eyes wandered over to the pile of recycling, and all he saw was red.


He saw heaps of expired Taco Bell, and a rotten tomato that had exploded inside the recycling bin.

He then turned towards Taehyung, and he no longer saw an ethereal beauty. Instead, he saw a ruined environment, and someone who didn’t give a fuck for poor recycling workers.

Jungkook’s eyes turned cold, and he stared down the man in front of him.

Taehyung, being so immersed in his conversation with Jimin, hadn’t even noticed the dark look in Jungkook’s eyes.

Jungkook gently placed a hand on Taehyung’s shoulder, a forced smile making its way on his face, “If you don’t mind me asking, Taehyung, is this your recycling bin?”

Without looking up from his conversation, Taehyung responded, “Well, yeah. I mean me and my-”

Jungkook’s facial expression darkened even more. Okay, there was a new rule on his type of people to date list.

Do not date people who purposefully threw trash in the recycling bin.

Jungkook’s grasp on Taehyung’s shoulder hardened, “You think it’s okay to pollute the environment?”

Taehyung began to stutter, “W-well, of course not, but why-”

“You think it’s fucking okay to force a college student to work overtime?”

“No! I think you have something wrong here-”

Taehyung dropped his phone once more in shock, silencing Jimin once more.

“Well, something tells me otherwise you know.”

“Wha- Hey, get your hand away from me! I didn’t do anything wrong!”

“Then why on earth would you put trash in the recycling bin?”

Taehyung stepped away from Jungkook, and into a brick wall, while gaping in shock, “Wait, what?”

Jungkook didn’t stop his pursuit, “Don’t even try to deny it! I thought you were a good person, you know? I even thought you were hot! Hell, I was ready to make out with you then and there! I guess looks are deceiving, huh?”

“Jungkook, I wouldn’t do that, I swear! I love the poor animals too much! I love kitties and puppies and all creatures too much to harm their home!”

“Then take a look at your recycling bin! You’ve been caught red-handed. Admit it!”

Taehyung let his eyes drift over to the recycling bin, and seemingly enough, there lied nine or ten taco bell bags, along with a bunch of rotten vegetables.

Taehyung turned defensive, “It isn’t what it looks like, I swear!”

“Then what is it, huh?”

“I don’t know. I just didn’t do it!”

“Prove it!”


“If you don’t have proof, then you’re automatically guilty!”

“What happened to innocent until proven guilty, huh?”

“Well, I don’t really give a fuck about that. You’ve made me extend my shift twofold at the Recycling Center!”

Taehyung’s eyes turned empathetic at that, “Oh, that’s really unfortunate. Must suck. I’m sorry, but I really didn’t do it!”

Jungkook looked into Taehyung’s sad eyes, and he started to waver. However, the proof was there, “Liar!”

“You can punch me if you wanna, I guess you just need an anger outlet, huh?”

Jungkook stopped in his tracks, “Wait, what?”

“I said-”

“No, I know what you said. But if you actually didn’t do that, why would you let me?”

“Well, you obviously need it, so why not?”

Jungkook hesitantly let go of his anger, this guy was too pure to be mad at.


Jungkook sat down on the sidewalk, and gestured to the place next to him for Taehyung to sit, “You’re such a pushover, you know? I’m not gonna stop believing that you did it, but you’re too kind to ever be angry at.”

Taehyung blankly stared at Jungkook, and hesitantly sat down, “I’m not really kind, I just like to provide what people need to feel better!”

“Well you shouldn’t do it at your own expense.”


In the corner of Jungkook’s eyes, he spotted an even more cracked phone lying on the sidewalk. Hesitantly, he handed it to Taehyung after pressing the home button.

Wow, this kid’s phone must be unbreakable. Literally, it survived two epic falls against the sidewalk of all things. Jungkook’s phone would be in pieces, just like his heart, by now.

Taehyung’s face lit up, still panting from the aftermath of the adrenaline rush, “Thank you!”

Taehyung peppered the face of his home screen with kisses before putting Jimin’s call on speaker.

“-random kid, I’m sorry! Taehyung’s innocent! Jin and Joon are going to kill me if he comes home with even a papercut! They've practically adopted him, even though Taehyung's Joon's brother. Please, it was me! We’re roommates! It was for a dare! It was to see how long we could last before we got a warning! I’m telling you, Kim Taehyung is innocent! He had no part in this; he didn’t even have a clue! Aish, Seokjin and Namjoon are going to murder me!”

Jungkook lightly took the phone from Taehyung’s hand, “Is this Park Jimin, boyfriend of Min Yoongi?”

Jimin sputtered on the other end, “Kookie?”

Jungkook let out a fake smile, “Yes, hyung?”

Jimin began to panic on the other end, “Oh no, oh no, oh no, oh no, oh no.”

“What is it, Hyung?”

“Oh shit.”

“Oh shit is right, Hyung.”

“I’m dead.”

“Nice to know you've accepted your fate, Hyung.”

“You were the worker.”

“That's right, Hyung!”

“The worker Yoongi told me about.”

“Spot on, Hyung.”

“Never thought I'd say this, but drop the Hyung. It's creepy coming from you.”

Jungkook let out a fake giggle, “But that's the point, hyung.”

“Muscle Kook, don’t kill me?”

“Why, Hyung?”

“I’ll worship you?”

“You said that last time, Hyung!”

“I’ll score you a date with Tae?”

Jungkook spit out his metaphorical water, and his eyes bugged out, “I-you-there-don’t-how-”

Jimin sounded smug, as if he had found a leverage point, “Don’t think me and Yoongi hyung didn’t hear that part, by the way.”

Jungkook screamed at his hyung, “He’s still here, dumbass.”

Jimin huffed, “That’s hyung to you.”

“Okay then. He’s still here, dumbass hyung.”

Yoongi’s cackle in the background was very clear.

However, it wasn’t as clear as the sound of Jimin slapping Yoongi.


Beside him, Taehyung’s face was dusted in pink, “Y-you want to date me?”

Jungkook began to scratch the back of his head, “We-well I mean, yes? If you want to? If not, we don’t have to at all, like I mean, no pressure. No worries at all! Just, whatever you want! I mean when I said all that I was caught off my guard. I, uh, I was in shock? So uhm, if you are still up for someone like me, then yes? Like-”

Taehyung hesitantly looked over at Jungkook, using his hand to cover the growing blush on his face, “I-is that a yes?”

Jungkook gave Taehyung a shy, hesitant smile, “It’s a yes if you want it to be.”

Taehyung gave him a boxy grin, and boy , Jungkook had never seen a smile that beautiful before, “Then it's definitely a yes.”

Taehyung snatched a sheet of paper and a pencil out of the recycling bin remains and began to scribble out something in what seemed to be an elegantly beautiful cursive. Some wet acrylic paints from the sleeve of the elder male’s hoodie smeared itself on the edge of the paper, dying the paper a blue-green color.

“Here, my number! Call me whenever!”

Jungkook gently took the paper out of the others hand, and pulled his phone out of his pocket.

“Just put your number in here; we’re in the 21st century after all.”

Taehyung blushingly grasped Jungkook’s phone, while Jungkook pressed the home button of the extremely cracked phone belonging to Taehyung.

Jungkook sighed as he noticed Jimin was still on the line, and reluctantly pressed the speaker button.



“Shush, Jimin.”

“Oh. Hi, Jungkook,” there was the sound of shifting in the background, “Yoongi, let me go! Do you want a boyfriend after this? Because if your brother gets a hold of me, you won't have one! And he already has a date with Tae; I don't have anything left to give!”

Jungkook rolled his eyes. Park Jimin, ever the dramatic. He wouldn't kill him; he'd just beat the kid into a pulp, dump him in a trash can, and walk away. Yoongi wouldn't be happy if he no longer has a boyfriend.

“Bye Jimin.”

“No! Give it back to Tae!”

“You're not in a place to make demands, Jimin. Bye.”

And with that, he cut the phone call.


Taehyung tried to mask a giggle in the background, but failed miserably.

Jungkook raised an eyebrow, “What?”

“How can a little bunny like you turn so rude, in so little time? You’re such, a sweet, pure, innocent angel!”

Jungkook gave Taehyung a shy, little bunny smile, which caused Taehyung to squeal, “You’re actually the cutest.”

Taehyung let go of Jungkook’s red cheeks, which he had pinched previously, and handed Jungkook his phone back.

Taehyung’s number was saved under the contact name of “TaeBae <3”

The profile photo an image of Taehyung from approximately a few minutes ago, his face scrunched up in a cute manner from the flash camera, no doubt.

Since Jungkook hadn’t had the time to enter his number, he took his phone back and entered the number.

The cracked phone in Jungkook’s hand vibrated. Jungkook grinned, and handed the elder man his phone.

Taehyung grinned, and quickly snapped up his phone for a photograph.

Jungkook’s eyes widened, and his bunny smile slipped off of his face in an instant, before he knew it, the bright flash from the camera was lighting up the dark morning sky.

Jungkook frowned, “A little warning next time?”

“But it’s no fun when I warn you!”

Jungkook smiled and ruffled Taehyung’s hair. This child was adorable.

Taehyung quickly checked the time, “It’s around 5:30. Don’t you come around my apartment at 6:30?”

Jungkook’s eyes widened, “You’re right, but let me help you clean this up first.”

Taehyung’s eyes widened when he realized that Jungkook was pointing out the pile of recycling and trash.

Taehyung blew a strand of hair out of his face and poutingly asked, “Are you sure? I don’t want you to be late.”

Jungkook smiled, “It’s fine, i have a good thirty minutes.”


Jungkook would be lying if those thirty minutes weren’t the best 30 minutes of his life.


He’d also be lying if he said that the wasn’t internally screaming when Kim Taehyung kissed him on the cheek to say goodbye.