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undoing (a ten sentence meme)

because i couldn't sleep, and ended up scouring tumblr for fic memes to play with. obviously these are one sentence each but goddamn if my definition of sentence isn't all run-on and never-ending. my sincerest apologies to the english language.

j-hope/jungkook, v/jungkook, suga/rapmon | ratings ranging g through nc-17 | various warnings including sexual content, underage content, a bit of horror, implied character death, genderbending, crack, various alternate universes.


♫ j-hope/jungkook

angst

Hoseok likes the way flowers smell in the breeze of the afternoon sun and the scarce wind of the night sky, and every day he places new ones in the empty jam jars they pile up around the kitchen; for years, their house smells like wisterias and jasmines and lilies, until Jeongguk wakes up one morning, and the flowers on the windowsill have not been replaced.

au

"Hey, kid," calls Dr. Jung from where he's got one arm deep inside the workings of Crimson Typhoon's left foot, and Jeongguk glances up, a strange, excitable hope rising in his chest at the thought of being noticed by the Shatterdome's top J-Tech engineer, "nice work on that butterfly valve repair yesterday, wanna come give me a hand here?"

crack/humour

"I will not give up," roars Jeongguk from where he's currently fifty levels below surface, hacking away with his newly crafted iron pickaxe, and Hoseok just snorts, carefully shifting his stash of twelve diamonds into a chest before anyone can come steal them, "I will not give up, I will find those goddamned diamondswho put that lava thereno, no, no, I was so close! No!"

smut

It's never like it goes in the movies; Jeongguk nearly fractures his skull on the headboard from attempting to dramatically fall backwards onto the mattress, and Hoseok ends up pausing a few too many times in between, laughing at the faces that Jungkook keeps on making every time Hoseok drags his fingertips up the backs of Jeongguk's thighs, but it's perfect just the way it is.

future fic

It only takes seven years, twenty-one albums, two threats of disbandment, and one single conversation for both of them to realise that they've been dancing around each other without end (and literally, too); twenty-four year old Jeon Jeongguk is a lot less shyer than the Jeon Jeongguk that Hoseok knew at seventeen, and it only takes that one conversation for him to grab Hoseok by the back of the neck and tug him back against the wall.

first time

His fingers are tapping out a nervous rhythm on his knee; Hoseok leans in and brushes his knuckles over the curve of Jeongguk's cheek, murmuring, "Can I kiss you?"

fluff

On lazy days like these, sunny and bright and beautiful, Hoseok swears he can spend hours just lying here, counting every single lash against Jeongguk's cheek, counting every last breath that they trade between them, counting every last second that they spend together, palms pressed together, fingers entwined.

darkfic

Sometimes Hoseok thinks he might remember Jeongguk's mouth against his skin; sometimes Hoseok thinks he might remember the smash of a bottle against the wall; sometimes Hoseok thinks he might remember how Jeongguk fell silent that night, as he'd gently stroked his hair back off his forehead, removing the empty glass from his hand.

hurt/comfort

"Hyung," mumbles Jeongguk, pressing his face into Hoseok's shoulder, and Hoseok knows that if it weren't for the fact that Jeongguk's fever has been skyrocketing for the past hour, Jungkook would never let himself act this way, especially not where the others could walk in and see him, but Jungkook just lets out another soft sound in discomfort and burrows closer, seeking the warmth of Hoseok's touch, and Hoseok lets him.

ust (unresolved sexual tension)

It's not Jungkook's fault, hell fucking no, it's nowhere near his fault that his gaze strays when Hoseok walks out into the living room decked in only his shorts, the lean angles of his body all on display, the curve of his shoulders dipping down into the lines of his hips (and besides, Jungkook catches the rest of them staring too, those godawful hypocrites).




♫ v/jungkook

angst

For sale; a matching pair of rings, only one worn.

au

Taehyung comes flying out at him, robes fluttering wildly, his wand nearly falling out of his hand in his excitement and he practically jumps at Jeongguk, burying his face into Jeongguk's shoulder when he whispers, "The war's over, Jeongguk," and all Jeongguk can do is hold him tighter, smile a little bigger.

crack/humour

Jeongguk has never really minded Taehyung's strange habit of saying weird things during sex, until one day where Jeongguk does that thing with his tongue, and Taehyung comes, moaning, "I'd entire a biscuit if my face big enough!" and Jeongguk figures it's probably time to Talk About This Thing.

smut

He'd never figured Jeongguk to know the first thing about sex, but the way Jeongguk grips onto his shoulders and rolls his hips, so fucking slowly, Christ, down against Taehyung's cock, it seems that Jeongguk knows just about enough to leave Taehyung scrabbling against the sheets, wanting more.

future fic

Maybe the stage will be a bit bigger this time, and maybe Jeongguk will glance over to see Taehyung glancing back at him, amidst the cheers and the screams and the lights, camera, actionand maybe, just maybe, Jeongguk will believe that all of this has been worthwhile.

first time

It's only fitting that the first time Jeon Jeongguk lays eyes on Kim Taehyung, the girl with the bright orange hair and an even brighter smile, he trips over absolutely nothing and nearly slams face-first into a table (but hey, at least he gets her to laugh).

fluff

Taehyung flops over onto his back, rolling on top of Jeongguk, and Jeongguk lets out a loud huff, groaning, "You're squishing me, hyung," but Taehyung just rolls over again, and kisses Jeongguk in apology, over and over and over, until Jeongguk has completely forgotten about it.

darkfic

"Don't turn on the light," says Jeongguk desperately, somewhere in the dark of the room, "don't turn on the light, don't turn on the light, don't turn on the light," but Taehyung flicks the light switch onand that's not Jeongguk.

hurt/comfort

"Jeonggukie, hey," whispers Taehyung hurriedly, and he presses his palms to Jeongguk's face, smoothing his thumbs over Jeongguk's cheeks, wiping away the soft tears that linger, "hey, it's okay, it's okay, don't cry," and Jeongguk just curls his hands tighter into the front of Taehyung's shirt, shaking his head.

ust (unresolved sexual tension)

Jeongguk slides his palm down his front, flicks the hair out of his face, and runs his tongue over his bottom lip, still absorbed in the music, and behind him in the mirror Taehyung watches a little too intently, gaze sharpening, even as Jeongguk's eyes meet his for the barest of seconds.




♫ suga/rapmon

angst

It's funny, how things turned out this way: Namjoon, for all his words and promises and vows, the first one to high-tail it out the door, and Yoongi, the one everyone thought would run first, standing in the doorway, waiting for something (someone) that'll never come back.

au

"I fucking did it," breathes Namjoon, clutching the Pokeball in his hand, because he's just done it, he's beaten the Elite goddamn Four, he'soh god, no, is that the last Pokemon Champion, are you seriouslyreally now, battle Min Yoongi, right now, after all he's just done?

crack/humour

"$w3g," mutters Yoongi, scribbling across a notepad, and Namjoon doesn't even pretend to hide his horror as he looks on at Yoongi, busy composing his new parts for their new album, "I don't give a fuckin' shit motherfucking swag as fucking fuck damn shit ballin' yeah, Suga."

smut

Namjoon can count on his hands the number of times someone has walked past the toilet cubicle or the broom cupboard just as Yoongi has his teeth around Namjoon's zipper, barely halfway down (but does Yoongi ever care, Christ, does he even fucking care that someone could walk in on them while he's sliding his mouth down Namjoon's cock: not at all).

future fic

Yoongi will never truly admit to himself when he'd first found himself so fond of Namjoon, even though it's been years now, years of shoulders bumping in the recording room, and years of tired, sleepy, scrawling smiles shot towards each other, and years just spent together, together, together.

first time

The first time they get together to rhyme, the first time they stand on a stage, the first time they lay down a track, the first time they accept an award, the first time, all of these firstsand all Yoongi can ever think about, in those moments, is the smile on Namjoon's face (the very first one he'd ever seen, when they had been younger, much younger and much less disenchanted).

fluff

Maybe sometimes Yoongi doesn't feel completely right, and maybe Yoongi wonders if she could ever be right, but still, Namjoon tucks her hair behind her ear, kisses her cheek, and runs his thumb over her hand, the perfect gentleman (to the perfect lady, he will always say, and she will smile despite her initial scowl, face flushing red).

darkfic

"Yoongi-hyung?" calls Namjoon, glancing into the bedroom, but nobody's there, Yoongi's not there, but what had that sound even beenand a hand reaches around to cover his mouth; Yoongi whispers for him to hush, and it's only then Namjoon sees the teeth that gleam, in the shadows beneath the furthest bed.

hurt/comfort

Breezing by, the days and the weeks and the months, and Namjoon knows, he knows nothing, he knows absolutely nothing about this and what this is and what all of this even implies, and he's scared, he's fucking terrified of what all of this meansbut Yoongi reaches out, and threads their fingers together; they can be scared together, then.

ust (unresolved sexual tension)

All these nights stolen by insomnia, and the low, dangerous rasp of Min Yoongi's voice whispering through his earphones, probably.

Tags: f: bts, p: fanfiction, p: meme, r: g, r: nc-17, r: pg, r: pg-13, s: hoseok/jungkook, s: taehyung/jungkook, s: yoongi/namjoon, w: cd, w: gdbd, w: hrr, w: ua
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