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Jin wiped the back of his hand across his forehead, pushing his hair back to briefly as he turned off the stove. Almost effortlessly, he bumped a hip against the cupboard beside him and raise a hand to catch the bowl that fell as a result. He wasn't going to lie. Their apartment was a fucking shack in comparison to the other dorms on campus. But he took it into stride and made the house his bitch. He was Kim Seokjin after all. Everybody was his bitch. Turning around with the now dished bowl of rice, Jin faced a moaning Jungkook, rolling his eyes at the boy's theatrics. "Get over yourself Jungkook-ah. I've seen you down whole barbecues by yourself without thinking. What's a little bit of my cooking to you?" Jungkook glared up at his, arms curled around his stomach as he bent over their kitchen table.
"You've been cooking and feeding me for the last three hours."
Jin blanched, glancing up at the clock above the kitchen counter before cursing silently. Jungkook hadn't been exaggerating. "Why didn't you stop me? W-why did you keep eating?" Jungkook stared at him, sorrow apparent in his brown eyes as he clenched a hand over his heart, lowering his head as if to hold back tears.
"T-the word restraint doesn't exist in my dictionary Hyung. There was so much food. And my mind kept saying yes even though my stomach was screaming no."
Jin gasped, reaching out to take Jungkook's hand. "I understand what you're going through Kookie-yah. You see the food right in front of you and you just.Can't.Hold.Back." Jungkook looked up slowly, tears shining in his eyes as he grasped Jin's hand. "But if this is your way of distracting me so I don't ask why you can't eat as much as usual I'm afraid you've failed." Jungkook let go of his hand as if stung, eyes flitting around the room looking for an escape route. There was none.Not even an open. Shutting his eyes he realised Jin had set him up from the beginning. Feeding him to popping point so he couldn't run. Taking his bag ever so kindly and putting it in the sitting room where he wouldn't be able to reach it in time. Locking the windows and balcony door. He was trapped.
Jin smiled as he saw Jungkook falter and give in, cackling silently. See? Everyone was his bitch.
Jungkook twisted his hands together, watching them as if they were the most interesting thing in the world. He didn't want to admit it but...
"HyunghelikessomebodyelseandIdon'tthinkIcancompetetheguyissobeautifulandomgisheevenlegal-" Jin clapped a hand over Jungkook's mouth, interrupting the flow of words that spilled from his gaping mouth. Head reeling he slowy processed everything that had been thrown at him before nodding slightly. Frowning, Jin glared at Jungkook, displeased. Jungkook looked pathetic. Jin's long fingers latched onto his dongsaeng's ears, twisting without remorse.
Jeon Jungkook! Is this how me and your mother raised you? You should be able to fight for something if you want it! I might as well cut of your balls you goddamn pussy!" Jungkook squeezed his eyes shut, trying to block out the searing pain that had engulfed one side of his head as he placed his hands over his crotch. Jin wasn't the type of person to make empty threats. Jin getting angry was a rare occasion, but when it did occur...
"Jin hyung I'm sorry~ Please let go of my ear it's gonna fall off. Oh My God." Jin let go of Jungkook, snorting. While he was irritated and pissed off, he couldn't help but laugh every time Jungkook let out that little English phrase. It was ridiculous.
"Listen Jungukkie-yah. I love you. Everybody who know you does. You're funny, kind, hot and sweet." Jungkook frowned. Something about that sentence seemed off."There's no way whoever you're crushing on isn't going to head over heels for you if you put your mind to it."
"It's Kim Taehyung."
"Oh My God,"
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Namjoon smiled softly, scanning the words scattered all over his palms and wrists. It was a multitude of notes, ranging from 'nice to meet ya', 'When you clean the vacuum are you the vacuum cleaner ' to 'buy beef tomorrow on the way to work.' It was odd but it worked. And Namjoon loved it. None of the ink was black either. Colourful shades of pink, green and yellow seeped into his skin, reminding his of the person on the other side. Picking up a silver pen, Namjoon jotted down a few sentences of his own. Suddenly an idea hit him. Blushing slightly he wrote it down before he forgot.
The sound of the front door slamming shut grabbed his attention, his gaze trained on his arms as he listened to Hoseok walking around the kitchen before he heard the man burst into the room. "Namjoonie-yah! How did it go"~ Did he reply. Do I need to grab a knife of a box or congratulatory chocolates?" Hoseok collapsed onto the couch next to Namjoon, laying his head on his dongsaeng's lap, careful not to get any of the black liquid coating his hands on their sofa as he groaned. He could practically feel himself sinking into Namjoon's thighs. What a blessing.
Namjoon stared inquisitively at his Hyung's stained hands, his eyebrows twitching as he decided not to ask Hoseok about the mess. No doubt it would send him on a rant about cheap stationary and how they were both a blessing and a curse. Namjoon popped a pineapple slice into his mouth, offering one to Hoseok who rejected it (with remark about how "the pineapple eats me back." or something.) before answering. "You just want me to admit that you were right don't you?" Hoseok smiled up at him sheepishly. "Yes, he did reply. Asked me a couple odd questions. Wrote down a memo." Namjoon wondered whether it was physically possible for him to grab the shit eating grin of Hoseok's face and shove it down his throat. "But it doesn't mean he likes me. Or even wants to meet me. He might think I'm a psychotic serial killer." Hoseok rolled his eyes. Shouldn't he be worried that his soulmate was a mass murderer. Not vice versa.
"Calm you chicken nuggets Namjoon-ah. It'll be alright. If he didn't want y- Wait how do you know it's a guy? The soulbond won't allow you to disclose information like names and gender until your bond is complete." Namjoon frowned, unsure. He had always just assumed it was a guy. Yes Namjoon was a straight as a steel rule but it didn't mean he would love his soulmate any less if he was a man.
"I don't know Hobi Hyung. I can just feel it ya know? I have a feeling that it might be linked to the soulbond." Hoseok nodded, straightening up as he left the security of Namjoon's lap with a sigh. He needed to get some rest before he headed out to the studio.
"I'm going to take a power nap. Don't touch the stove while I'm sleeping. Don't look at the microwave. The drawer full of knives? It doesn't exist in your plane of reality." Namjoon pouted at him, bottom lip jutting out as a whined quietly in protest.
What am I meant to eat then Hoseokie-yah.
Hoseok frowned at the lack of honorifics. What was with the disrespect he had been experiencing lately.
"There's bulgogi Beef, japchae and red bean mochi on the kitchen table."
"I love you."
"I know."
Hoseok clambered up the stairs as he replied to Namjoon, cursing silently as he subconsciously placed a hand on their stark, white walls. Black in dripped off his hand as he withdrew it, glaring at the large handprint that now decorated his home. Fucking cheap pens.
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Taehyung tossed his phone down, a sigh escaping his lips as he looked up at the man in front of him. Yoongi. He had to admit it; he was up to no good. Yoongi wanted an excuse to go to exhibit and he had his own agenda. So a mutual agreement had been reached. "I can't believe it Yoongi hyung. You're so cute, you needed me to set up a goddamn gathering just so you could support your donsaeng."
Yoongi's aloof gaze watched Taehyung before he spoke, voice quiet. "That's not the only reason I dragged you to this restaurant at 11pm." Taehyung glanced at the clock. Yoongi was right, it was a bit odd. "I called you because of, because of this." His hyung raised his thin, delicate and pale hands above the table, out of their little hiding spot.
Is what Taehyung wanted to say. Yoongi's hands were the opposite of their usual pale tone, black staining every inch of their bony expanse. Taehyung couldn't believe his eyes as Yoongi wiped his hand on the table, leaving behind no visible marks. "It's a soulmark"
Yoongi watched as Taehyung gaped fearfully at his hands, at lost for words. For the first time in years, Min Yoongi felt well and truly alone, and never more afraid.