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thesaltyoceanwaves · 5 years

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Bewitched Part 4 (FINALE)

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Today’s Musical Number: Breathin by Ariana Grande

Bonus Number: True by Marina (formely Marina and the Diamonds) (this song isn’t an official number, but I would recommend it anyway.)

"You remind me of a time when things weren't so complicated. All I need is to see your face." - Breathin, Ariana Grande

The only time she pushes herself to the point of complete physical exhaustion is when she’s trying to get a scoop for the Ladyblog. And in the year or so she’s been running the blog, Alya has managed to score amazing scoops aplenty. Sure, she threw herself in physical peril from time to time, probably more than she should have. And if Nora were to ever know just how much, she would never let her leave the house. But she always took comfort in the fact that all of her hard work paid off and cultivated in a successful but factual blog about her city’s hero.

As if that wasn’t enough, Alya also managed to juggle her blog with an acceptably active social life. Her boyfriend was not only an incredibly talented DJ (in her incredibly bias view), but also the superhero Carapace. While she didn’t care for fashion or celebrity life, she did think it was pretty cool to be friendly with well-known model Adrien Agreste, son of a famous fashion designer. And then there was Marinette, her clumsy, overworked friend who was head over heels for Adrien. But despite her failings, Marinette always meant through and could always be relied on to come through in the end.

Life was laid out to be perfect for the budding journalist.

In the past couple of weeks, Alya completely blew it.

Somehow, during that time, Alya managed to get on Marinette’s bad side, leaving her cursed and almost all alone at the school.

The key word was almost. Anyone left in the building all shared the same red mark on the forehead as her. Everyone else had been familiarized and followed Marinette out to retrieve the miraculouses. In her state, she wanted to leave the building, find Ladybug and get her own miraculous to save her friend, but she had no idea where to even begin looking. The curse also made things more difficult, with the only relief she could take was knowing that it didn’t affect her thoughts. It was only when she spoke or attempted to make an important decision that it came into play.

So, that left her in the classroom, with only a couple of people to keep her company. Lila, still forced into telling the truth, and almost constantly choking over her words. Max, who caused electronics to explode any time he went near them, with Kim practically wailed at the sight of his 3DS short-circuiting. Speaking of whom, the athlete was cursed to move at the pace of a snail. Poor Rose was sobbing in the corner, about… well, who knew at this point. She would cry at the drop of a dime.

The other corners were preoccupied by Mylene and Ivan, in what had to be the saddest case of being cursed. They were no longer acting the lovey-dovey couple they were well-known for being. Any time they tried to talk to each other, they would fall into constant arguing, and had to be kept apart because of how much it upset Rose. To be fair, Alya had to bite back some of her own tears upon hearing them say how much they detested each other.

There were a few attempts she made at starting conversation, or doing something proactive. “The akuma must be in her phone. Or maybe a present she got from Adrien?” “This wouldn’t have happened if she just agreed to date Adrien.” “The reason for her akumatization must be jealousy.”

Not only did she get hard glares from almost everyone left in the class, but she could occasionally feel the curse mark burn and sting. After a while, she had to keep her theorizing to herself.

She began by going back in time to when Lila first returned back to school. Or maybe even before that, when she first came. When everyone was hyping her up as this cool rich girl that had all sorts of celebrities on speed dial, including Ladybug. Marinette had been the only one that didn’t seem to like her, but Alya knew that it was just her jealousy of Adrien that created that tension. Even after her akumatization and brief withdrawal from school though, Marinette didn’t let up on the girl. Just how jealous could she be?

Her forehead stung yet again, and she winced. It subsided a bit, but there was a still a warm glow as she meditated on the events of Hero’s Day. Replaying the scene in her head, she thought about Marinette’s insistent fact-checking of Lila’s stories. Alya didn’t think much of it at the time. She was rich and the daughter of a diplomat, why would she lie about those sort of things?

But then again, Chloe was rich and the daughter of the mayor, and Alya knew she lied from time to time. Just because Lila was nicer than Chloe, didn’t mean she was incapable of lying.

She bit her lip.

The curse mark emitted a gentle, warm glow, as if to indicate she was onto something. Lila lying and being allowed to get away with it… yeah, Marinette would be upset about that. She hates liars. But… is that enough to get her akumatized? Lila would have been lying for weeks at this point…

She refocused her attention to the way things panned out with Adrien. Surely, Marinette had to be upset because she waited too long after he confessed, and he ended up dating Lila, right?

The harsh warmth returned. She clutched her forehead.

But that’s impossible! If she doesn’t like Lila, and she loves Adrien… what could be the issue then?

Alya knew Marinette was utterly crushed when Adrien rejected her, especially since she hadn’t meant to confess her feelings; he only overheard her and Lila in a fierce conversation, and had to pull her aside to turn her down. So when he did come around (as Alya predicted), she was confused as to why Marinette would say no. And when she finally did get an explanation, Marinette was pretty vague about some of the details. She simply said, “There’s been a misunderstanding. Things aren’t so simple between us right now. I’m sorry, but I can’t really talk about it.”

She raised an eyebrow at this. “You’re just running away, aren’t you?”

Alya didn’t give up on it though. She didn’t want to employ the tactic, but she might have slipped an idea to Adrien about making her jealous. He was all too eager to go along with it, but not so eager to fake date Lila. Still, he did it to try and get Marinette to come back around. It might have worked too, if it wasn’t timed so close to when Marinette left for China with her family.

The mark began to sizzle and she cringed, pressing her palm against it.

Maybe Marinette wasn’t jealous of Lila, just upset with Adrien?

The sizzling ceased.

The stunt with Lila must have upset her because she knew what Adrien was doing. She told Alya she just wanted some space to figure things out for herself. And when Adrien didn’t listen, she didn’t take it too well.

Now that she thought about it, Alya was doing the same thing to her too, wasn’t she?

She clutched her head in her hands. I really messed up, didn’t I?

With sudden clarity, Alya raced out of the classroom and into the streets, in search of Marinette.

She’s not going to mess up this time.

Felix’s transformation is dramatically different in terms of style. Gone is his vest and white button up and slacks. His new outfit looks more leathery and...

He sort of looks like Chat Noir. He even looks at Marinette with the same love befitting of the cat hero, but she isn’t afraid to share the look back at him. There’s a fondness that she no longer holds for Adrien.

Luka wasn’t sure that he wanted to be there to see that, but if Adrien were to show up and see all of this, he would want to be far outside of the city. Or at least transformed, but he couldn’t risk letting Marinette know he had the snake kwami. He needed an escape, but how?

“So impatient,” Marinette clucks her tongue, lowering herself down in front of the newly familiarized Felix, stroking his chin, “You were next in line, Chaton. Were you jealous? There’s no reason to be. I have love for you, Luka and Kagami. I want you to know that you are so dear to me, and for your kind words, I will place my trust in you.”

Smiles were rare for Felix, and seeing one might have brought a smile to Luka’s face. Instead, watching him smile and lean his cheek into Marinette’s touch reminded him of a plucked guitar string - a piece missing from making a complete range of sound.

Her gentle gaze turns away from Felix and back toward Luka. “It seemed I missed last time, but I won’t be this time.”

Just as she fires up the pink energy in her hand, Queen Bee, Chat Noir and Ryukōun land in front of them, prepared for attack. Her face hardens at the sight of the cat hero.

“M’lady, I’m here to save the day and make things right,” Chat Noir declares, “This time, I’ll show you that I’m the purr-fect guy for you!”

The two girls look to each other and groan, and Luka can’t help but be sick. He’s heard bad lyrics in his life, but nothing will ever top that. Marinette is the only one to look slightly inconvenienced by the whole ordeal.

“I only need one thing from you Chat Noir,” she declares coolly, “And I think we all know by now what that is,” she turns to the familiarized Felix, “Chaton, do me a favor and retrieve that imposter cat’s ring.”

Before Luka can react or really take in the scene, he feels a string wrap around him and pull him away from the fray. Somewhere, behind a building, Ryukōun regards him with a heavy look.

“I’d take the opportunity to transform if I were you,” she points out, “We’re going to need all the help we can get.”

“I’d rather not fight but…” Sass pops out of his pocket and gives him a gentle nod. “Give me just a sec. I’ll join you in a bit.”

She returned to the battle, just in time to witness Queen Bee get knocked into Chat Noir. Unfortunately, Venom was activated and it grazes Chat, leaving him immobile. She tries to rush over and help out, but Felix cuts her off, taking off the ring and undoing Adrien’s transformation.

Marinette smirks, petting her familiar. “Very good, Chaton. This creep will no longer be bothering us.”

Chloe’s transformation is about to wear off, and Kagami realizes the urgency of needing to get her out of the area. She has no doubt that Hawkmoth would be interested in obtaining more miraculouses for the sake of whatever plans he has in mind. And with the cat miraculous now in Felix’s hand, things are going to get messier.

She curses herself for thinking such a thing at the sight of Alya Cesaire running up to the group, clearly out of breath. Interestingly, the curse mark on her forehead is faint now, turning into more of a light pink color.

This catches Marinette’s attention.

“It seems you’ve come to realize your mistake, Alya,” she says, crossing her arms over her chest, “And would you care to explain what that is?”

The Ladyblogger is bent over, her hands on her knees as she’s trying to regain breath. Looking up to regard her friend, Alya says, “I’m sorry… I should have listened to you. I just thought I was doing what was best for you. But I realize… it was just about my own ego and what I wanted. I should have been a better friend.”

The symbol changes shape and is now a clearly more defined pink. At the sight of this, Marinette smirks.

“Very good. You shall be spared.”

A pink beam is fired in Alya’s direction. Content with the transformation, the newly made familiar takes a stance next to Felix.

They’re almost down two miraculous users already, and Marinette has an army of who knows how many familiars by this point. And now, she’s glaring down Adrien with the most wicked glare of the entire day.

She zaps him with a red beam. “Adrien Agreste. You invaded my privacy, my space, and ruined my happiness. And so, you shall be cursed so that no matter how long you chase, no matter how close you get, you will never be able to get me. Every time you try, you’ll only manage to set yourself back.”

Before Adrien can object, he poofs into thin air. And to make matters worse, Chloe’s transformation is entirely undone, leaving her defenseless.

“Hey, what happened to Adrien?” Chloe demands.

“Nothing nefarious, I assure you,” Marinette sighs, looking rather bored with the exchange, “Despite what he’s done to me, I wouldn’t go that far. No, he’s somewhere in this city, far away enough from me. He won’t be hurting me again.”

Part of her feels unsympathetic toward the blonde. He pushed and pushed Marinette, and now he was finally getting what he deserved. She could understand Marinette’s motivations and actions in a way.

But the rational part of her knows that she can’t just leave Adrien all alone. Someone has to keep tabs on him, especially if he decides to do something rash.

“Get out of here,” Kagami says, catching Chloe with the yo-yo and spinning her off in another direction, “And go and find Adrien!”

The blonde huffs at the request, but wastes no time getting out of the area. That just leaves her with Marinette.

What is taking Luka so long? All he needs to do is transform and get out here!

All of the ire and spite that plagued her dissipates. She only regards Kagami with a chilling warmth. Kagami wraps her fingers around the yo-yo, prepared for anything Marinette has to throw at them.

“There’s no need for that,” Marinette insists, “I’m not going to hurt you. And with Adrien out of the way, our nightmares are quelled.”

“Are you nightmares really quelled, Marinette?” Kagami asks, “You might think that because you cursed him and anyone else that hurt you. But that hurt in your heart? Everything you went through? Can you just forget about that?”

“Why would you say something like that? None of that stuff matters now.”

“That’s not true,” someone interrupts.

The newly created snake hero leaps over to them, his lyre out and at the ready. There’s a moment of silence as he and Marinette pass a look. Kagami can’t decide if she’s relieved that he’s finally on the scene or more on edge thinking about what’s about to happen.

“What are you doing?” she asks, regarding him with a frown. “I hope you don’t plan on fighting me.”

“I know I can’t fight you,” he answers quietly, “But I do wish to help you. Just listen,” he says, strumming the strings of the lyre, “And tell me what you hear.”

She frowns, preparing to fire at him. A flash of purple over eyes seems to be persuading her to do it, but she hesitates.

“Please,” he asks quietly, “If it hurts too much, you can do whatever you want to me in retaliation.”

Kagami is about to ask him if he’s out of his mind, but when she glances over to him, she sees that his expression remains firm and serious. She didn’t think an akuma attack like this would get her to see such different sides of him.

Marinette must have been thinking the same thing, because she lowers her hand, and the color in her hands fades out.

“Fine,” Marinette huffs, “I suppose I can grant that request.”

Gently, his fingers graze against the strings of the harp. His eyes are closed and he’s deep in though, and yet he doesn’t look the least bit worried. Almost as if there’s mutual assurance that she’s not going to do anything to her.

Kagami can only watch as Luka plays the harp, and Marinette starts singing along. At first, she feels like a bit of an intruder, a third party that wasn’t meant to hear this song. But then she remembers Felix, whose expression starts to soften, and his body relax. Kagami can’t help but place a hand over her heart as she allows the music to soothe her senses.

When she looks up at the witch akuma, she can see that tears have started to dot her eyes, until she’s finally crying and her hands cover the rest of her face up.

“What have I done?” she sobs.

“It’s okay,” Luka insists, “We can fix this.”

Kagami dares to take a step closer to her. “Marinette, please, let us have the akuma.”

It takes her a moment to agree to it, as the flash of purple returns to argue against it, but Kagami thinks she hears a yes. Underneath the collar of the shirt, she unties a ribbon as she lowers herself to the ground. With a single tug, the akuma is out and about, and Kagami wastes no time cleansing it and casting the miraculous healing.

Marinette is still crying as her form falls. Nudging to a now free Felix to watch over her for a moment, Kagami and Luka make a quick escape in the chaos to allow their transformations to fall. She takes the earrings out before making her way back to Marinette, who is sobbing in Felix’s arms.

“I’m sorry,” she says in between breaths.

“It’s okay. You’re okay. Now, let’s get you home.”

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She stares at the ceiling of her bedroom for hours.

After the akumatization wore off, Marinette’s memory of events was a bit fuzzy. She remembers Felix, Kagami and Luka comforting her. Then nothing. Then having her parents’ arms wrapped around her. And then somehow being in her bedroom, the lights dimmed,

She couldn’t sleep. She needed to, so badly. But sleep would not overtake her.

Turning herself over to look over the bottom part of the room, her fingers curl over the edges of her diary.

So many words and thoughts in her mind. But none of them will easily translate to the page. And so she sinks deeper into the angry, bitter thoughts that overtook her. She isn’t going to catch a single wink of sleep that night, even as she tries to will herself into deep slumber.

All she can think about is how school is going to suck tomorrow.

Her phone, which had been charging on the shelf above her bed, flashes with some new messages on screen.

Luka: Just wanted to check and see if you were alright. If you’re up for it, would you like to hang out tomorrow?

Kagami: I hope you’re doing a bit better. Remember, you can always talk to me if something is bothering you. It will get better, and there are plenty of other people willing to talk with you, if you wish.

Felix: Please take care of yourself. I’m here to help with whatever you need.

She lets out a deep breath. Alya might be more of a wild card in this scenario, but she at least had backup. Tomorrow was still going to suck.

But she wasn’t facing tomorrow, or Adrien, alone anymore.

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END ACT 2.

#miraculous ladybug #ml salt #ml salt fic #nice guy adrien #nice guy adrien au #nice guy adrien the musical #adrien salt #akumanette #akumatized marinette #chameleon salt

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jintheawkward · 7 years

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in the eternal happiness | oneshots

1) the one where the maknae line is just a bunch of ogling weirdos (taejin/jinmin/jinkook) 2) the one where jimin ships it and taehyung just wants to protect their baby brother (namjin) 3) the one where seokjin finds the perfect nickname for taehyung (taejin) 4) the one where seokjin doesn’t even like raw food (jinmin) 5) the one where jungkook is too proud to say it (jinkook)

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1) the one where the maknae line is just a bunch of ogling weirdos (taejin/jinmin/jinkook)

“i don’t get called in any other apartments as much as i do into your place,” seokjin huffs as he leans over the sink with a flashlight, inspecting the insides of the drain taehyung and jimin put a lot of effort to clog.

the hem of his t-shirt rides up a bit at the back, and the boys gulp in unison at the sight of the strip of skin and the pair of cute back dimples. “i’m almost afraid to ask what are you, guys, usually doing in the kitchen instead of cooking like other normal people.”

“just the usual stuff, hyung.”

“what stuff can possibly involve a rubber duck in your crusher?”

jimin pulls his friend aside and nudges him in the ribs. “seriously, tae? a rubber duck?”

“i ran out of ideas,” taehyung whispers back with a shrug. “what about inviting namjoon hyung? we could just leave him in the kitchen for a sec and the kitchen would explode on its own.”

“we need a reason to call a plumber, not firemen.”

“looks like I will have to check your drain trap as well,” seokjin calls out, already getting on his knees and crawling under the sink.

“you can check whatever of mine you want,” taehyung mumbles with his gaze fixed on seokjin’s lower body where the washed-out jeans has stretched over his ass, hugging him tightly just at the right places.

“what?”

“eh, just, let us now if you need anything,” says jimin, clearing his throat to shake off the spell that seems to be cast on him whenever the handsome plumber bends over.

their quiet giggles shared over the pictures they have so far managed to snap from the most ridiculous angles gets interrupted by a beeping sound as their roommate punches in the entry code. the minute of shuffling at the door is followed by a slam of door, and soon enough, jungkook rushes into the kitchen, dumping his backpack mindlessly somewhere on the floor.

“hi, hyung!”

“hey, jk,” seokjin hums in response, still half-buried in the cabinet, before he turns over onto his back.

“i thought you had a lecture,” jimin mouths innocently at jungkook with a question in his eyes.

“luckily it got cancelled, you traitors,” hisses jungkook while he digs in the pocket for his own cellphone to capture the perfect view (or man) spread out in front of him.

2) the one where jimin ships it and taehyung just wants to protect their baby brother (namjin)

„oh, come on. it’s cute.“

taehyung looks up from his bass just in time to catch seokjin shaking in laughter at the other end of their practice room. there‘s a bloom of pink dusting his cheeks as he giggles with his hand clasped over his mouth at something the other boy, now sheepishly rubbing the back of his neck, has said.

„no,“ taehyung growls, not understanding jimin at all. weren’t twins supposed to pull together all the time? „it’s disgusting. this is jinnie we’re talking about. our little brother.“

„so?” sighing, jimin crosses his arms over his chest because taehyung has been just acting weird about the whole thing. seokjin’s very obvious infatuation with absolutely clueless namjoon has actually become jimin’s guilty pleasure that he looks forward to everytime his younger brother stops by at their practices or gigs. “you can’t keep him to yourself forever. he’s a blooming teenager– it’s only natural that he wants to date.“

„why does it have to be namjoon, though? out of all people?“ taehyung groans and aggressively strums the strings in frustration, which makes jungkook and hoseok turn their head questioningly from their own guitars which they have been trying to tune up.

jimin furrows slightly at the implication. „what’s bad about jin crushing on our drummer? you know namjoonie.“

„exactly,” taehyung deadpans. “i mean, he’s older than jin… “

„gosh, just by two years…“

„which means two years of more experience! and what about the lyrics he has written for us so far? you think I don’t know why is his laptop always infected?“

„stop overreacting,” says jimin, rolling his eyes at him. taehyung might be the older twin but jimin is definitely the cooler one. “should we talk about the content of your hard drive?“

just as taehyung is about to defend himself and pull out the hyung card, namjoon chooses that moment to slam his hand against one of his cymbals by accident.

„look! he’s so clumsy! a walking disaster!“

both of them watch seokjin jump to his feet with a look of worry upon his face, immediately scrutinizing namjoon’s hand as if it was nearly falling off or something. namjoon is trying to wave it off, but he only hits himself again.

„he’s like an adorable foal standing on his legs for the first time,” jimin replies and can’t help himself but smile. “so harmless. and so oblivious. i’m shipping this so hard.“

„jin!” taehyung calls when it seems that his brother is holding onto namjoon’s hand a second longer than it’s really necessary. “bring your hyung a can of soda, would you?“

he narrows his eyes at namjoon, who blinks a few times in confusion. filled with burning determination, taehyung turns back to jimin. „i won’t allow this. this is not happening, not on my watch.“

3) the one where seokjin finds the perfect nickname for taehyung (taejin)

„hyung,“ taehyung coos, planting a kiss on seokjin’s cheek as he, somehow, squeezes himself behind seokjin on the sofa to hug him from behind. after some wiggling and shifting, taehyung wraps his legs and arms around his waist, hooking his chin over seokjin’s shoulder like he always does.

„hm?“

taking his eyes off the tv, seokjin sits back against taehyung and tilts his head, bumping it lightly against his boyfriend’s head. taehyung draws back a little, at which seokjin turns sideways to see him properly.

„nothing,“ taehyung replies with that sweet smile that reminds seokjin of the little boy from the pictures that taehyung’s mother showed him when seokjin came to officially meet taehyung’s parents.

with that very same smile adorning his face now, taehyung leans down and pecks the older on lips.

then, out of nowhere, he bites seokjin at the shoulder.

„yah,“ seokjin yelps before smacking the other boy’s hand in fake outrage.

taehyung only chuckles and snuggles in closer, putting his head back on seokjin’s shoulder. meanwhile, his hand slides under seokjin’s sweater, only to settle somewhere near his navel, his thumb stroking the sensitive flesh in a lazy manner that sends shivers down seokjin’s spine.

when a moan escapes his lips, seokjin knows he had enough so he untangles taehyung’s limbs and pulls him in his lap instead.

„you’re driving me crazy,“ he says in a quiet hush, not sure why he’s whispering in the first place.

„glad to hear that.“

there’s a sparkle in taehyung’s gaze as his fingers trace the lines of seokjin’s face, gently running along his forehead, cheekbones and jawline. taehyung stops at seokjin’s mouth with his thumb resting lightly against the lips, and caresses the bottom one with the pad of his finger, his deep eyes following each move of his hand.

it’s when taehyung lowers his head down to let his mouth stroke the plump lips that seokjin realizes he has been holding his breath in anticipation the whole time.

taehyung’s face is so close now that it blurs a little, but his intimate look does not falter so seokjin instinctively closes his eyes under the weight of the intense stare.

a tip of taehyung’s tongue, warm and hesitant, darts out to flick over seokjin’s lips before he licks at his mouth. both of them can feel the little vibrations of seokjin’s low humming as they are kissing. it’s slow and thorough, leisurely in a way that leaves them relaxed and dazed when they finally break apart.

smiling, taehyung stretches his arms above his head contentedly, like a cat after a nap.

seokjin only shakes his head in amusement. „you’re like a snickerdoodle. sweet but full of spice.“

„i like that nickname,” taehyung says and it’s a full-beam smile by the time he drops his hands and links them behind seokjin’s neck. „i think i want some of those cookies. do you think you could actually make some now?“

4) the one where seokjin doesn’t even like raw food (jinmin)

seokjin absent-mindedly pokes into the too-healthy-looking rolls on his plate.

“this is a third time only this week we’re having lunch at this place,” says namjoon around a mouthful of something they actually call pizza here, which seokjin thinks is quite a stretch.

“yeah?”

“you don’t even like raw food.”

“I’m trying to get in shape,” says seokjin and it’s not a complete lie - chuseok has definitely taken its toll on him.

“and you hate sitting on high chairs at the bar counter,” namjoon continues, “because apparently you’re not a kid anymore and the way your legs dangle in the air distracts you.”

“what if i wanted to spend some quality time with my friend and this is the only place nearby that serves the rabbit food he eats?”

“see? that’s exactly what i’m talking about.”

“i’ve changed my mind, okay?” seokjin sighs and takes a bite. it doesn’t taste bad, but it’s not a medium steak either.

“just admit there’s another reason for you to keep coming back. and it’s not even on the menu,” namjoon grins knowingly. “maybe a sweet, dumpling-like waiter you’d actually rather eat out than eat up.”

“may i refill your pomegranate juice? or get you anything else?”

suddenly, the subject of their conversation appears in front of them, all smiling and looking unbelievably cute in the ugly muddy-green uniform. seokjin suppresses the urge to immediately tear it off of him.

“uh…” seokjin gulps, staring blankly at the young man beaming at him like a hundred-watt lightbulb while namjoon has the nerve to snort.

seokjin refrains himself from shouting ‘karma’ right into the asshole’s face when namjoon drops his pizza slice, the greenish sauce smearing on the front of his shirt.

“be right back,” namjoon huffs before retreating to the bathroom.

“so…”

“right, right, the juice!” seokjin squeaks out, groaning internally at his inability to keep it cool when charming sunshines are involved. “i’d like more of the juice, please.”

“anything for your dear-“

“that’s just my colleague! we’re only friends.”

the other man laughs, carefully pouring seokjin’s drink. “I was about to say companion, but okay, good to know that. i’m jimin.”

“seokjin.”

“nice to meet you,” jimin nods with his mouth stretched into a bright smile and seokjin swears he’s in love. “i’ve seen you here few times, but you don’t seem to enjoy the food very much…”

“you’re very attractive,” seokjin blurts out as if it would explain anything, realizing too late what kind of bomb he has just dropped.

judging from the blush rising in his cheeks, jimin is equally surprised and lacks the air of bravado and confidence that usually surrounds him.

“thank you,” he says, shyly dropping his eyes. “actually, you’re the really handsome one here.”

seokjin is used to hearing compliments like that all the time but something in jimin’s voice makes him feel all soft and gooey.

however, the nice talk might end before it gets to start properly since they notice namjoon emerging from bathroom, the stain on his shirt even worse than it was before.

in record time, jimin grabs one of the napkins on the counter and scribbles down a row of number and then, pushes it towards seokjin.

“call me?”

seokjin only manages to nod like a love-struck idiot, which makes jimin laugh again.

he’s about to leave but remembering something, he turns back to seokjin and leans in closer over the bar.

“and just so you know,” jimin whispers with a grin, “i would definitely let you eat me out.”

5) the one where jungkook is too proud to say it (jinkook)

even with the fan right in front of his face, the room still feels too hot and the tank top seokjin’s wearing sticks disgustingly to his body.

“just take it off,” says jungkook on the other side of the screen, and despite the poor connection and grainy video, seokjin can see his characteristic eyeroll. “my innocence won’t suffer, i promise.”

seokjin ignores his smirk.

“so how are things back home?”

“same, boring. what about you?” jungkook asks with a sigh. “everyone keeps asking when you are returning, even the rice cake ajumma. no wonder, her incomes must have dropped rapidly with her main glutton out of town.”

“rude.”

“even jjangu seems to look for you everyday. you should come back before this becomes another hachiko story.”

“i doubt that,” seokjin snorts, thinking of his old ungrateful dog, “he must be thrilled since there’s no one to bother him.”

“how can you know that?” jungkook furrows and straightens in the chair. “jjangu might not act like it all the time, but he cares about you a lot.”

“okay,” seokjin retorts carefully, sensing that something is off. “jungkook, what-“

“man, the hot and humid weather is extra unbearable today,” complains yixing as he bursts into their shared room and plops down on his bed, immediately tossing his shirt away. “what are you doing?”

“skyping with jungkook.”

with a new-found energy, yixing scrambles to his feet and leans over seokjin in a matter of few seconds, draping all over him because that’s how yixing is.

“so this is your little boyfriend.”

jungkook winces in surprise as a new face squeezes into the frame, and seokjin notices the way his features slightly stiffen.

“the way you say it makes me look like a pedo.”

“he’s adorable,” yixing grins whereas jungkook is trying to process the sudden amount of chinese thrown at him. “just the type i thought you would be dating.”

“what’s that supposed to mean?”

“nothing. just that you’re very predictable when it comes to cute stuff,” yixing says, squishing seokjin’s face, and peels himself off him. “well i’m out, third-wheeling isn’t really my thing. keep it pg, kids.”

“so that was yixing, my roommate. a really cool guy,” seokjin breathes out once the door closes behind yixing.

“he seems to be,” jungkook murmurs, fiddling with his fingers. “touchy and very naked too.”

“what?”

“just that you two look really close, especially for people who've met few weeks ago.”

“jungkook, are you jealous?”

“no, why would i? i’m just stating what i see. good to know you’re enjoying yourself there,” his boyfriend shrugs like he doesn’t care but seokjin knows that it isn’t the case.

“why don’t you just admit that you miss me?”

jungkook’s eyes widen in embarrassment. “no, that’s not-“

“because i miss you a lot,” seokjin interrupts, feeling that he needs to let this off his chest quickly.

“you do?” there’s a hint of hopeful joy in jungkook’s voice this time that makes him sound so young and vulnerable. seokjin just wants to kick himself because he should have noticed all the signs earlier.

“of course, i do. what is he doing now? has he eaten his lunch yet? is he struggling with his math homework again? did he go for his evening jog? or was he too tired after his dance practice? everyday, I think about how much I want to hold your sweaty hand, jokingly pat your butt, kiss that little scar on your cheek. so yeah, i do miss you.”

even though jungkook isn’t looking at him, seokjin knows the boy is smiling.

“i miss you too, hyung. i miss you very much.”

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