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channieblossoms · 5 months

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Crash On Through

by fairytalefluff on ao3 (that’s me)

pairing; seokjin / yoongi

length; 41k

rating; M

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“Go… away,” Yoongi wheezes.

Seokjin clicks his tongue. “Gladly, Sweetheart,” he says. “But if I were you, I’d hop on with your old friend before you end up in the back of that patrol car over there. It is awfully close to us, isn’t it?”

Yoongi gives him a look, then peeks over his shoulder. They’re gonna spot him any minute.

“I don’t need your help,” he lies. “Besides, how do I know you’re not gonna turn me in anyway?”

“I think you do need my help, actually,” Seokjin says, eyes rolling, ignoring the question. “You’re in no shape to outrun a car.”

“I can outrun them just fine, I’ve done it before.”

Seokjin considers him for a second, head tilting. Yoongi feels scrutinized under his gaze.

And then, in a split second, the car is speeding towards them, the cops having spotted them by the fence.

“Yoongi,” Seokjin says urgently, hand outstretched, “trust me.”

Yoongi really has no reason to. But it’s either this or jail, so he takes the hand.

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( Yoongi has been alone all his life, save for his favourite tree. He doesn’t need anybody and that’s the way he likes it.

But it only takes one person to change everything. )

#bts fic #yoonjin #yoonjin fic #bts fanfic #bts #seokjin #yoongi #myfic #mystuff #crash on through #hi hello i finished smth finally

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rainbowsuitcase · 7 months

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Fanfic Rec Friday #6

cat cradle by kaythebest - Seokjin x Yoongi, 51 523 words, T - Magic AU, Curses, Cat Yoongi

Seokjin takes in a stray and discovers a new world.

this moment for life by misspamela - Yoongi x Jungkook, 22 116 words, E - Fluff and Smut, Friends with Benefits to Lovers

Yoongi doesn’t date. Jungkook was supposed to be just a one night stand, but he turns into so much more.

youre staring again by aprofessorstale - Yoongi x Namjoon, 1 472 words, G - Highschool AU

Namjoon has a secret crush on Yoongi. The only problem is, everyone knows.

night after night by inthestarstonight - Jimin x Jungkook, 10 506 words, E - Background OT7, Dom Jimin, Edgeplay, Sex Tapes

Jungkook has kept the explicit version of Seven a secret from everyone, up until the release. Jimin listens to it and reacts.

Manic Pixie Dream Girl by aprofessorstale - Yoongi x Jimin, 11 864 words, T - Drag Queens, Nonbinary Yoongi, Cute, hiding creator's style doesn't take away from the story!

Yoongi is the shy boy that his coworkers barely know anything about, until they find him in a gay club, performing in drag.

lovely way of telling me you love me by inthestarstonight - OT7, 7 471 words, M - A/B/O, Pack OT7, Pack Alpha Namjoon, Crack

Five times Namjoon's pack lied to him for The Bit, and one time it was for his own good.

the other side of the earth by stickyrum (couldn't find socmed) - Seokjin x Jimin, 14 292 words, T - Dystopia AU, Deception, Rebellion

In which Jimin believed he was a typical pawn in the bureaucracy of the First Order but found himself trapped in the Minister's office with an insurgent, willingly forfeiting state secrets

but i know (i know) what i want by inthestarstonight - Yoongi x Namjoon, 4 053 words, M - Fem BTS, Angst and Fluff, Arguing

Yoonji and Namjoo get into a fight. Yoonji tries to apologize.

i love the way you love (and the way you can't hide it to save your lives) by TheLostPevensie - Yoongi x Namjoon, 8 563 words, T - Canonverse, Coming Out, Established Relationship, Acceptance

4 times a member finds out Yoongi and Namjoon are together and 1 time someone already knew.

Long Sleeves by TheLostPevensie - Yoongi x Namjoon, 7 555 words, T - Soulmate Marks, Meet-Cute

Yoongi is convinced he'll have to wear long sleeves for the rest of his life, after a sleeve of an entirely different kind suddenly appears on his arm.

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giventae · 2 months

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If you can't stand him, bend him over

Yoongi hates Jin, Jin hates Yoongi right back, and their friends just want some goddamn peace and quiet

They also want Yoongi and Jin to finally fuck it out already, but that's besides the point

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koofishy · 8 months

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Pink Screen (Yoonjin AU fanfic)

"One ticket for whatever he's watching."

Inspired by this twitter post and the fact that yoonjin are the og barbenheimer with their pink and black fits<3 I originally posted this as a twitter thread but decided to upload it here too, even if it's late for the trend lol. I hope you'll enjoy!

"One ticket for whatever he's watching."

The cashier smiles knowingly at the man. His black leather jacket and menacing glare are a little out of place at the movie theater, but she's never been one to judge.

"Cute, isn't he?," she nods towards the other guy who's already entering the screening room. The lighting catches on his soft blonde hair and pretty features, his oversized pink hoodie swallowing his wide frame cozily.

He seems like everything this newcomer isn't.

It's a harsh contrast but they do say opposites attract, so.

"Here you go, one ticket to the Barbie movie. Enjoy!," her grin widens as the man takes it from her and she winks for good measure. "And good luck!"

Yoongi stares at her, gaze piercing, until she starts to fidget uncomfortably in her seat. Then, he leaves without a word, following the pink man into the screening room.

It's dark inside, the commercials already playing on the huge screen. They paint the pink man's face in colorful hues and reflect in his eyes.

There are some other people, but their attention is either on their popcorn or the ads so Yoongi approaches the man without notice.

He's sitting in the otherwise empty last row. Yoongi sits down right beside him without a second thought.

There's an amused huff and Yoongi doesn't have to look away from the screen to know that the man is smiling.

"Hello, Officer," he hears the melodious voice, smugness evident in the tone. "You must miss me a lot, with how you're always in my tail."

"I have to keep an eye on you," Yoongi replies, cold and stern. He chances a glance at the other man, but he's looking at the screen, not at Yoongi.

His side profile is illuminated by the low lights. Yoongi's eyes stay on it for longer than intended, following the slope of the nose, the long eyelashes, the full lips.

"Take a photo, Min, that'll last longer."

Yoongi eyes snap up to meet those of the other man, dark gaze with a glint of mischief. The full lips curl into an ominous grin.

Yoongi starts talking before the man can spout any more nonsense. He keeps his face carefully emotionless as he says:

"I know you robbed that bank, Kim Seokjin."

The man pauses. His smile dims.

The next time he talks his voice is serious.

"You don't have proof."

Yoongi raises an eyebrow.

"I have witnesses."

They stare at each other. The movie is starting but neither of them cares.

Seokjin is the first to back down, exhaling and shaking his head as he leans back in his seat.

"So, you're here to arrest me?," he clicks his tongue. "A shame."

He stares up at Yoongi from under his lashes.

"As much as it would be an honor, Officer Min," Yoongi rolls his eyes on reflex, making Seokjin smile before he sighs, glancing at the screen. "I really wanted to see this movie."

Yoongi watches him carefully, without a word.

Then he turns back to the screen where Barbie is flying out of her pink dream house into her pink dream car.

He can feel Seokjin's eyes on him.

"What are you doing?," Seokjin asks. Yoongi shrugs.

"What does it look like?"

When he talks again, the grin is evident in Seokjin's voice.

"It looks like you're indulging the city's most wanted criminal in a movie date, Min Yoongi."

It's Yoongi's turn to huff a quiet laugh.

"Well, maybe I am," he mutters, glancing at Seokjin.

The man looks away quickly but not even the dark room can hide his pink ears. They match the color of his hoodie.

Yeah, Yoongi thinks, arresting can wait.

And so he gets comfortable, shrugging off his leather jacket and leaning back in his seat, knee knocking against Seokjin's lightly. He loosens his tie, too, then lets his arm hang over the armrest, palm turned suspiciously upwards.

It only takes a few seconds for Seokjin's hand to slide into his, fingers tangling and fitting together perfectly. They feel soft. Yoongi squeezes them barely noticeably and Seokjin squeezes back.

They stay like that for the rest of the movie and after that as well.

The cashier sends them a wide grin and a thumbs up when they leave the theater, still hand-in-hand. This must be how Cupid feels after a job well done, she thinks proudly.

And if Yoongi, how to say this, forgets to take Seokjin to the police station in the end, it's all on Barbie.

Criminal!Seokjin and Cop!Yoongi except they're too fond of each other to do their job properly<3 Don't be afraid to leave notes and comments, or share this fic with others, if you'd like <3 It really means a lot to me! Find me on AO3 and Twitter (I write there too) and you can ask or tell me anything here - please be kind with that tho^^

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deepslowpanicfics · 1 year

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♡ deepslowpanic Yoonjin Fics ♡

#yoonjin #yoonjin fic #yoonjin fanfic #yoonjin fanfiction #bts #bts fic #bts fanfic #bts fanfiction #fanfiction #kim seokjin #min yoongi #fanfiction masterlist #deepslowpanic fics

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bangtanagan · 1 year

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mwahrch day 6: an angry kiss

yoonjin + cooking competition au rated T, 1.5k fic tweet previous mwahrch entries

Yoongi made it as far as the warehouse door, gleaming untouched cookware and industrial grade workstations and a hundred flitting sethands abandoned in his wake, before he heard someone call out, “Yoongi-ssi, wait!”

Yoongi didn’t wait. He shoved through the heavy door, past the dead recording light indicating filming was no longer in progress. It was easy to pretend he hadn’t heard his name among the chaos of the set change, and nobody would really need him for the next twenty minutes. Long enough for a smoke break, if he was quick about it. Taehyung had shown him the best spot for it before he’d been eliminated in the first round, and Yoongi was grateful for the secret. Privacy was an impossible thing to find on set.

Outside, the morning’s rain had finally died off, leaving misty cool and drippy puddles that reflected the cracked slate sky. Yoongi’s shoes smacked through the runoff, splattering the hems of his pants—but they were shooting everything in mediums and three-quarters, so it was fine. It wouldn’t show on camera.

He was halfway down the narrow alley that separated Building 14—where Bang’s Bonfire Kitchen filmed six days a week, eight weeks a season—from Building 7 behind it when the door clanged open again. He jumped at the noise and landed square in a puddle, a squelchy shock of cold soaking through the sole of his shoes and into his socks.

“Yoongi-ssi,” called Seokjin again, and was that a note of amusement in his voice? It was impossible to pretend Yoongi hadn’t heard him, not now that they were the only people outside, but that didn’t stop Yoongi from pressing forward and hanging a left. His desire for a smoke fizzled; at this point, he’d give anything just to avoid spending another second in the presence of Kim fucking Seokjin.

“Yah, Yoongi-ssi, don’t run off like that!”

The footsteps behind him picked up speed, smacking over wet pavement. Yoongi refused to run, but he wasn’t above playing dirty, and he certainly had no plans for any one-on-one chats. He yanked open the nearest studio door and slipped inside.

Building 7 greeted him with silence and darkness. A half-finished standing set made mock hallways out of the echoing space, and everything was lit a faint, musty grey by the watery light pouring in the upper windows. The murkiness drew him up short.

He regretted the pause a second later when the door smacked open behind him, knocking him forward. A pair of hands around his waist kept him upright, barely, and then he was nose to cheek with the person he’d been trying so hard to avoid.

“Yoongi-ssi,” said Seokjin, mouth making a perfect smile. “What are you doing in here all alone, hm?”

Yoongi forced his hands between them and shoved Seokjin back. He was still in his apron, which was so crisp and cleanly white that it seemed to glow ever so faintless in the dimness of the warehouse. His stupid hair was still in its perfect coif, and just seeing him made Yoongi boiling angry all over again.

“Have you ever heard of privacy?” he snipped.

And still Seokjin grinned at him. “Ah, I see,” he nodded. “Was your trailer not big enough? You’re so compact, though, Yoongi-ssi, surely you don’t need all this space to yourself.”

Yoongi bared his teeth and turned away. Seokjin laughed—not the bright, squeaky one but something lower, settled in his chest, which was worse.

It had been going on for weeks, seven out of the eight they had filmed so far. The constant teasing, the endless commentary, the jokes tossed around in the kitchen during their cooking challenges in some awful distraction tactic. And as if the underhanded ploys weren’t bad enough, even when he wasn’t making a misery of Yoongi’s challenge segments, he was swanning around with his perfect hair and his laughter and his immense natural talent. Kim Seokjin didn’t need to win on Bang Sihyuk’s show to prove he was the best; he did it without trying. He was certainly a hundred times better than Yoongi could ever hope to be—a better contestant and a better actor and most of all, a better cook.

Yoongi didn’t understand why Seokjin kept singling him out like this. The shoot today had been the worst—he’d been distracting and infuriating, non-stop in his needling and gloriously beautiful despite the annoyance, and Yoongi hadn’t been able to look away. He’d glimpsed all of two seconds of today’s footage, but it was all he needed to see to know he was staring like a fool while his steaks nearly burned.

“If you don’t mind,” he said, as cold and dripping as the eaves. “I would like to be alone.”

“Yoongi-yah,” said Seokjin. Yoongi prickled. Seokjin had offered familiarity back when they’d first met, before even the pre-shoot, and Yoongi had refused out of professional courtesy. Of course Seokjin didn’t harbor the same professionalism. “I really don’t understand why you don’t like me.”

Yoongi snorted. It echoed embarrassingly loudly in the hollow of the warehouse. Behind him came the sound of scuffling.

“You cooked well today,” Seokjin added, like some kind of concession, and that needled Yoongi enough to spin him around. And then he kept moving, kept pushing forward until he had Seokjin crowded against the cold warehouse wall.

“Don’t,” he hissed, finger prodding into Seokjin’s chest. “I don’t need your jokes and I don’t need your commentary and I certainly don’t need your platitudes.”

Seokjin’s eyes went wide, which was a novelty, and his mouth made a soft, shocked oh. Victory coursed through Yoongi almost as thick as his anger, to finally render him speechless.

“We all know you’re the best here,” he carried on. His finger was still fixed against Seokjin’s chest, and Seokjin could certainly have moved it aside—could have pushed Yoongi as easily as Yoongi had pushed him—but he stayed fixed in place, chest rising and falling. He was astoundingly warm in the seeping chill of the rainy day. “You could do these challenges with your eyes closed, and you can charm all the judges without batting an eyelash, and you look good doing it, and I know this must all be some kind of hilarious joke to you to be up against me of all people, but I would really, truly appreciate it if you would fucking stop.”

Yoongi stared at Seokjin, vibrating with fury, and Seokjin stared back at him. And then Seokjin’s mouth twitched with that familiar, breathtaking, infuriating smile.

“Stop what, Yoongi-ssi?” he said. “You’ll have to be more specific.”

“You—!” said Yoongi, and he grabbed him by the shoulders and shook him and then— and then—

And then, furious, Yoongi kissed him.

Seokjin made a noise against his mouth, some muffled yelp of shock. For a moment Yoongi contemplated that he might be punched, or fired, or both. And then the moment passed, and Seokjin, infuriating man, did something a hundred times more unexpected: Seokjin kissed him back.

Kissed him like he wanted it, like he welcomed it. Like he hadn’t make Yoongi’s life a living hell for seven weeks of shooting and also three weeks of pre-shoots, like two and a half months ago he hadn’t walked into the room with his flawless face and broad shoulders and stupid sense of humor and turned Yoongi’s life upside down, the absolute asshole. He kissed Yoongi like he fucking meant it.

They pulled apart panting. Yoongi glowered at his mouth, slick and tilted up in the gloom. Satisfaction was an infuriating look on him. Yoongi wanted to see more of it.

“For what it’s worth,” Seokjin said, conversational, as though Yoongi’s tongue had not just been in his mouth, “I meant it. Your searing technique was impeccable and your plating was inspired. There’s no one I’d rather be up against.” He wiggled his eyebrows and looked at Yoongi, still holding him against the wall. “Pun intended.”

Yoongi stepped back. “You are the most infuriating man I’ve ever met.”

“Good,” declared Seokjin. “I’ve been trying to get your attention. I’m glad I managed it before the finale.”

“You— What?”

“I like you quite a lot,” Seokjin shrugged. “After this all wraps, would you like to get dinner sometime? Maybe even one someone else cooks?”

“But you’re the best chef out there,” Yoongi said dumbly, and Seokjin— Well, it was hard to tell, but to Yoongi it looked almost like he had blushed.

“Ah, Yoongi-chi, you drive a hard bargain. Alright. I’ll cook for you.”

“I,” said Yoongi. He ran his tongue over his teeth—which Seokjin had been licking, he was pretty sure, about thirty seconds ago. “You like me?”

“Is that so surprising?”

Alarmingly so, yes. Yoongi blinked at him, and blinked again. His phone dinged in his pocket—they were due back in hair and makeup by now, probably. He swallowed and took another step back. It was surprisingly difficult to put space between them.

“Alright,” he said after a moment. “Loser has to cook.”

Seokjin grinned—big, broad, awful. Glorious. Yoongi narrowed his eyes—he wasn’t going to let that distract him. Not with dinner on the line.

“Okay,” Seokjin agreed. “It’s a date.”

#yoonjin #yoonjin fic #yoongi fic #seokjin fic #bts fic #bts au #my fic #mwahrch

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hopepoint · 6 months

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Code W74

- mature | chapters 1/1 | 17k

- strangers to lovers | nonlinear narrative

The heat bubbles up inside Yoongi like a shaken soda can on a hot summer’s day. It burns his throat as it simmers up to his face turning his cheeks a rosy pink. But Yoongi waits, as you do, for the pressure to dissipate, for it to fizzle out into something soft. It’s a nice distraction, focusing on the feeling bubbling in his chest instead of the corpse that’s been haunting him for the past few months.

#yoonjin #yoonjin fic #bts yoonjin #bts fic #bts ff #bts imagine #bts fanfic #bts drabble #bts au fanfic

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concealedrecs · 6 months

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Fic: The Edge of Where We Start

Author: deepslowpanic

Fandom: BTS

Pairing: Kim Seokjin/Min Yoongi

Rating: Explicit

Length: 81311

Recommendation: Prince Seokjin has never thought about what he actually wants - until his fiance Park Jimin is kidnapped before their wedding. Accompanied on the journey by a vagabond, what will Seokjin learn about himself?

I really love the way that the writer here has done the banter between Seokjin and Yoongi, and it's just a delightful work overall.

#fic rec #fic recommendation #bts fic rec #bts fic #bts #bts fic recommendation #yoonjin fic recommendation #yoonjin fic rec #yoonjin fic #yoonjin

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sweetestofchaos · 2 months

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This Yoonjin fic is getting wild...what the fuck are you doing brain?! I'm 8.7k in and I'm nowhere near done.

tw: mpreg, kissing, breeding kink, handjob, dacryphilia (aroused by tears), begging, top!yoongi, bottom!seokjin, daddy kink

#i don't even know what to say #yoongi and seokjin #yoonjin fic #seokgi fic #whatever their damn ship name is lol

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snekjm · 1 year

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I'll hold you in my heart (until I can hold you in my arms — #yoonjin, 7.1K.

In which Yoongi and Seokjin both hate their roommates without knowing they actually love them.

ao3 | tags: AU - social media, AU - roomates, long distance relationship, rivals to lovers (but not really), implied sexual content

#mine: fics #fics: ao3 #fics: yoonjin #fics: sfw #fics: completed #fics: one shot #fics: 2018 #bts fic #bts fanfiction #yoonjin #yoonjin fic #synecius

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astraealuxe · 10 months

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tonight… i’m thinkin about the slope of jung hoseok’s shoulders

i’m thinking about the wet of his mouth as he drinks from a bottle, i’m thinking about him slumping back into a seat… hm, thinking restaurant

i’ve had this atmosphere in mind for a while now, toying with it. of course it comes from namjoon’s perspective, the slope of hoseok’s shoulders brushing his own. hoseok’s unstraightened back is the true sight of him coming loose

a private booth, perhaps? i’m thinking light woods and underlit crevices in the walls, cool white light against the wood to diffuse it yellow

i’m not myself such a fan of white light, but i certainly think it would suit this mood a little. it would slit across the pupils, so i’d change it to be vertical. a surrounded, private booth. i want this to be ot7 but it takes too much brainpower to imagine them all so now i focus only on hoseok and namjoon and the contact between them

emptied side dishes strewn across the table, remnants and leftovers of them having had stretched to each others meals, the easy interchange of their trails from plate to hand to mouth, chopsticks wet at the tips and little indents on their fingers from where they were held

hoseok’s rosy lethargy all splayed over his face, his hair sticking out at the ends. namjoon’s got an urge to smooth it out and reach out to his hair but he holds himself back out of some reason unknown to himself

i’ve thought of yoongi and seokjin here, too, and the maknae as well. these little groups. yoongi and seokjin across the table, and there’s some interlude between where hoseok murmurs about how sleepy yoongi-hyung looks, because his head is tipped back to the wall of the booth and his mouth is open in its upside-pout, cheeks rounded by the pull of his lower lip

hoseok’s remark comes as a question-type lilt, “yoongi-hyung looks sleepy, don’t you think?” unassuming as a pebble, but it tumbles in his mind, grit and all, and judders somewhere roughly into namjoon. that sleep-rumble in hoseok’s voice

some pushing at seokjin, the hair-raise of awareness and arousal, the prickle and drip, too, for namjoon. so namjoon’s pushing at seokjin, “hyung, where’s your hand?”, because seokjin is watching yoongi with this inward quirk to his eyebrow, the thick and dense gather at the center but it’s aaaall mischief, there’s a pull to his mouth, too, a cute one, keyhole kiss-shaped and “oh, sweetheart”-mocking, playful. and seokjin’s arm is beneath the table, namjoon can’t see it, and yoongi’s head lolls so his open lips tough to seokjin’s shoulder, button-down fabric scrunched beneath yoongi’s mouth and namjoon feels, almost, the damp heat of breath from yoongi’s mouth overlaid hoseok’s press against him, too

“hyung, your hand,” again, this a restaurant, despite the shielded booth, they’ve finished up their plates. your hand, hissed, and yoongi’s eyes slit open on namjoon—the inset light are here for this, cat-like slits up his pupils. the outer corners of his eyes pinched in sleek amusement, mouth-edge curled against seokjin’s shoulder, and seokjin’s touching him under the table, slow rock of his palm inside yoongi’s slacks, namjoon knows it, and hoseok’s mouth has moved to peek beneath namjoon’s collar, the wet of hoseok’s lips cool from his drink, and the heat of his breath condensing on namjoon’s skin

anyways this is an old thought i once communicated, i’m going to sleep laying in all of this

#astra’s thoughts #namseok fic #yoonjin fic #bts ot7

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sassyyyseokjin · 1 year

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Can I Tell You A Secret? by omegasubreddit

Relationship: Kim Seokjin/Min Yoongi

Rating: Explicit

Words: 5,785

One-shot

“I’m going to die alone with no one for company except you.”

“Hey!” Yoongi grumbles.

“Okay, you’re not bad company, but can you imagine just having each other for the next 50 years?”

It sounds pretty good, in Yoongi’s opinion.

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In which Seokjin goes on a lot of dates, and Yoongi has to be a good friend and hear about it.

#bts #bts fic rec #yoonjin fic #yoonjin

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rainbowsuitcase · 6 months

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BTS Hurt/Comfort Fest

A fest which recently finished, full of lovely Hurt/Comfort fics. Find all works here and I've allowed myself to pull out some of my favorites.

Vines & Valentines by blueandgrey7 - Namjoon x Jungkook, 13K, E - Flower Shop AU, Flower Language, Light Angst

Botanist Jungkook loves helping his customers pick out just the right flowers, but he hates working on Valentine's Day. Every year, he takes a couple day to avoid it, until this year, when Jimin calls in at the last minute and Jungkook has no choice but to work the dreaded holiday. And to make matters worse, his long-time crush Namjoon comes in to buy a bouquet, only adding to his misery.

so much at stake by caprikoya - Seokjin x Yoongi, 12K, T - Modern with Magic, Vampires, Insomnia, Found Family

Yoongi is turned into a vampire against his will and is having trouble adjusting to the change. Seokjin tries to show him that being undead doesn't mean he's not alive.

I hold your thoughts; and you, my heart by im_chel_c - Yoongi x Hoseok, 15K, T - Mind Reading, Angst, Happy Ending

Yoongi can read minds and because of that, it's hard to believe that a popular guy like Hoseok would like him.

Polar Night by vera_ba - Jimin x Jungkook, 19K, E (for blood and violence, not smut) - Werewolf x Hunter, Major Character Injury, Enemies to Friends to Lovers

What happens when a werewolf hunter comes across an injured omega that he simply cannot bring himself to kill?

#fic recs #bts fanfiction #bts fic #bts #rpf #kpop fis #hurt/comfort #namjoon x jungkook #namkook fic #seokjin x yoongi #yoonjin fic #sope fic #yoongi x hoseok #jikook fic #jimin x jungkook #angst

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sunshinekosmos · 2 years

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at the tips of our entwined fingers

Yoongi’s a special sort of person– the kind of person who steadfastly refuses to say “I love you” but will drive three hours out of his way simply to pick up Hoseok’s favourite brand of muscle-ache cream or will postpone actual real-life work just to make sure Taehyung’s consumed something other than passion fruit bubble tea for the day. He didn’t sleep for a week when Jungkook got sick with the flu, and once he spent eight hours in the studio with Namjoon going over one single chord progression just because Namjoon needed him. Yoongi goes to every single one of Jimin’s dance performances even when they coincide with other appointments, and he’s brought Seokin to all his favourite restaurants in Seoul under the guise that he “doesn’t want to eat alone, hyung, please you’re doing me a favour.”

Seokjin thinks he’s not sure in particular, as he watches Yoongi unravel himself from the blanket to join Namjoon in rooting heavily against Monopoly due to capitalistic overtones, why he fell in love with him. He does know, however, that he never stood a fucking chance

***or; a non-linear account of yoonjin falling in love with all the parts of one another that you can read here on my ao3!

#og kosmos #yoonjin #yoonjin fic #yoonjin fanfic #yoonjin fanfiction #yoonjin ao3

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yoongjeez · 1 year

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kudos to you

yoonjin

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20k words

seokjin gets really into hearing yoongi read him fic

summary:

"Most, if not all of the fic will take place over social media. I'm just not sure how well this'll translate to being read out loud." "Try it?" "Jiiiiin, winky emoji, peach emoji, eggplant emoji," Yoongi intones. "Seokjin, eleven-fifty-two PM. Jimin-ah, you're supposed to be practicing, frowny face emoji-"

read here on ao3!

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