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platonic!2seok ft. namseok & jinkook - fake dating trope
"I don't think that's a good idea," Seokjin says while shoving a whole fucking piece of toast in his mouth, "You're a great guy Hobi, but don't you like Namjoon?"
Hoseok nods wearily, "But he's not going to be able to pull it off," Hoseok pauses as Seokjin chews lazily on the entire orange he crammed into his mouth alongside the toast, "Besides, I'm not making a move on Namjoon first, I've already flirt with him 24/7, it doesn't even work! All he does is gets flustered and fall or something. I even tried that 'bend-down-spin-around' move you did on Jungkook.”
Seokjin pauses his chewing, “Well, I guess we both have the same problems.” He picks up his cup of coffee and mutters against the rim, “Bastards.”
Hoseok squints slightly, “Okay but for me, Namjoon is just fucking oblivious. Jungkook chases after you like a puppy, it’s adorable but disgusting. He had a meltdown after that move you did. He’s like, so down to get with you. He’s been sapping after you for, what, 3 years now?”
“That’s…” Seokjin looks at Hoseok in disbelief, “Jungkook will probably fuck anything that moves, Hobi-ah.”
“He doesn’t want to have sex with Jimin or Namjoon or Taehyung or Jieun or Seulgi or-”
Seokjin holds up a hand, “Alright alright. I get your point. I’ll help you with the reunion problem, okay?”
“Yes! Thanks hyung, you’re the best.”
Seokjin nods to himself, satisfied, and continues on with eating his third slice of toast.
Hoseok’s face turns down in disgust and amazement as Seokjin slips the whole nutella-covered toast into his mouth, cheeks puffing out like a bunny.
“Gross,” Hoseok grimaces, “Don’t do that at the reunion.”
jinkook ft. vmin - puppy love
“Wait, wait, wait,” Taehyung says as he holds a hand up, “Your ideal type is a puppy?”
Seokjin nods slightly, and shrugs. “They’re cute.”
Taehyung opens his mouth to respond to something before Jungkook is squishing into the cushioned seats, shoulder to shoulder with Seokjin. His smile is humongous as Seokjin ruffles his hair in greeting.
Jungkook puffs up his chest and bites back a smirk at Taehyung who is slowly shrinking back into his seat, “Hyung~ Professor told me my report was good.”
Seokjin, ever the sucker for anything cute (which would explain why his ideal type was a puppy, for fuck’s sake), cooes at Jungkook and nudges his milkshake towards Jungkook. “That’s great, Kookie. Here, have some, my treat!”
It’s disgusting, Taehyung thinks, even he and Jimin weren’t like this. The way Jungkook preens and glows under Seokjin’s attention, and he always looks like a kicked puppy whenever Seokjin’s attention wasn’t directed towards him.
Man, no wonder Seokjin has a puppy as his ideal type.
Taehyung sinks down on his seat until his entire body is just hanging off the chair, legs stretched under the table, and he pulls out his phone.
“Jimin,” he hisses into the speaker, “Please save me. Jungkook and Seokjin-
2seok - issues
seokjin never was fond of dancing. he couldn’t do it as well as so many others can, he could sway his hips and make it look seductive, but anything else was too much. but saturday nights finds him in a bar in the city, with it’s flashy lights and loud music. a place where everyone danced.
everyone but him, and the bartender, who gives him a look of curiosity as he sits out for every time the music heightens and everyone rushes to the floor with their drinks. seokjin soaks in the way other’s move, from their feet to their shoulders. he feels slightly outcasted, but he likes observing the way others dance, among the crowds.
“not much for dancing?”
and seokjin turns around to be faced with a man in his twenties, hair a dark orange, and a wide smiled decorates his face. seokjin thinks he’s beautiful, the sun kissed skin and the rippled muscles in his sleeveless shirt. it feels like so much light and warmth is radiating from the man, it makes seokjin’s toes curl in, the texture of hot sand on sunny beaches.
“no, not really.”
the man chuckles, swirling his own drink in his hand. “well, why don’t you just try it, just for a bit?”
seokjin shakes his head, he’s known this man for only a few minutes but there’s already a sense of familiarity roping itself into his body.
“and embarrass myself? no way.”
the man laughs again. seokjin wants to get a cassette and record his voice and play it over and over again. he doesn’t even have a cassette player. (the sound - how do you describe it? the sound of the man’s laughter is like scraping on sandpaper except it’s smoothed out with the fizz of orange soda and hands running through grass. the sound pillows make when you lie your head against it, the gentle rush of the wind.)
“come on. just follow my lead.”
--
saturday nights has never been much for seokjin other than watching others dance and bits of drinking. but now, saturday nights mean swaying bodies and movements of the hips, the smell of sweat and cologne lingering. saturday nights mean hoseok in all his beauty, dancing in a way that seokjin never can, or could. saturday nights are for him and hoseok.
but seokjin doesn’t really know the guy, they’ve yet to exchange numbers, and the only place seokjin sees him is in this pub, it’s been months and they’ve yet to talk about what they were. were they friends? acquaintances?
no, seokjin thinks, not that. there’s intimacy in the way hoseok holds him by the fingers, swaying gently to the music. there’s a feeling of closeness just through the way hoseok looks at him, in a way that seokjin thinks he’s never been looked at. he dials up yoongi when he gets home that night and tells him exactly that, and yoongi’s tone is a slow drawl, an apprehensive question mark behind all his words.
“jung hoseok? you’ve fallen for him?”
“..i guess so.”
“alright hyung. go get your man.”
“you know him?”
“yeah. he’s a sweet guy... he’s perfect for you.”
--
this week, seokjin enters and takes a seat by the bar, waiting for hoseok. he orders a drink, and he waits.
but hoseok is nowhere. it’s almost midnight. seokjin looks around, worry clouding his brain and the music dulling in his mind. there’s no sign of the lean man with a smile to match the brightness of the sun, no sign at all. seokjin feels like the bar has lost a bit of it’s light.
jinkook - ex lovers of sorts
Jungkook clasps Seokjin’s hand tightly, but he’s sweating from his palms, his other hand tugging at his white collar, the stiffness suffocating him. The other man does not move his hand, only sipping at his drink slowly, eyes never leaving the white rose petals scattered around the floor. Their hands are hidden under the table, and no one questions their proximity.
Soon, his drink is finished, and Seokjin’s hand untangle themselves, finger by finger, slowly pulling away until Jungkook is grasping at air.
-
It’s times like these that Jungkook learns not to talk too much.
-
Jungkook liked his life, he was famous enough, handsome enough and he had enough money to support himself. Although this wasn’t how he expected his adult life to turn out to be, he didn’t really mind it at all.
But he minds the paparazzi and the sasaeng fans, he minds the spotlight when it shines brightly into his vision, he minds the endless calls from his manager, calling with endless projects in hand.
Sometimes, Jungkook doesn’t like the fame as much as he’s obligated to, sometimes he wants to run away from it all and never look back. Sometimes, Jungkook wonders if things could’ve been different.
-
It’s been months since Seokjin said goodbye with a painted smile and left Jungkook standing in the cold autumn wind, wondering if the man in the black scarf and coat was the same man that he grew to love. It was, though, of course it was, Jungkook recognized him the moment he tugged at Jungkook’s hand, spoke in a tone that was tinged with pain. Recognized him the moment Seokjin quirked up his lips, smiling like there was a camera somewhere.
(Maybe there was. But the cameras wouldn’t have recognized either Jungkook or Seokjin, they were wearing scarves and glasses, hats sitting neatly atop their heads, anything to cover their faces. To be caught would be a death wish, and none of them were selfless enough, courageous enough, to sacrifice love for fame.
So, no, the cameras haven’t caught them, not yet. But there’s a bitter feeling boiling in Jungkook’s stomach, wishing that the media would expose them for who they were. Maybe then, he’d get to keep Seokjin by his side, love who he wanted to.)
Jungkook learns that the media, although very fond to broadcasting moments between people of the same sex, were quite conservative when it comes down to these types of relationships. So Seokjin left, and the next day Dispatch released pictures of him on an outing with Ahn Heeyeon, all intimate and sweet - and then, right then with the notification blaring up his phone and a sad emoticon from Jimin asking if he was okay, it was only then - he knew.
-
In the end, out of all the companies that requested for an interview, he settled on a small one, by the name of Bighit. There, he had met producers, rappers, singers, and friends he never thought he’d ever have the luck to meet up close.
Kim Seokjin wasn’t quite the hot-shot he is now when he first entered the company, but Jungkook stuck to him like baby duckling to its mother, mesmerized, simply just by him. There was something captivating about watching Seokjin act out his lines and immerse into character and something incredibly beautiful in the late nights with Seokjin looking over scripts and drinking enough coffee for them to feel that buzz.
Then Jungkook started training as a vocalist, and Seokjin had started working towards his debut. They saw less and less of each other but it wasn’t bad, Jungkook made new friends. The day Seokjin was introduced to the world was the day the company was in chaos, everyone trying to fit in one small, little room. They had all clamoured around the TV, waiting for Seokjin to appear on the screen, and when he did, the room erupted into smiles and excited chatter.
(That time, Seokjin had a simple and minor role, Bighit couldn’t really afford anything else. But months after the drama’s release, netizens began speculating who the man was. His popularity rose, and so did the media’s request for him.
who’s he ㅋㅋㅋㅋ aigoo he’s so hot what’s his name? +68 -3
aish my heart goes pit pat when i see him!! and his scene when he cried too ㅠㅠㅠㅠ +41 -1
ㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋ i saw the behind the scenes clip ㅋㅋ he’s so funny ㅋㅋㅋ i need to know his name!! +82
he’s so handsome???? wow bighit really caught a gem!! i was so surprised they debuted an actor and one with as much potential he does +32)
-
Two years after Seokjin’s acting debut, Jungkook debuted as a solo singer.
-
At the day of the wedding, the paparazzi are lined up at the entrance and Jungkook fiddles with his fingers, drawing a slight crease in the sleeves of his tux. He watches as cars and cars of celebrities pull up in front of him, watches silently from behind his tinted window. Then it’s his turn. The spotlight, for just a bit, is on him. He waits until they open the sliding door and he steps out, one foot in front of the other, flashing his eyes directly to the lens of the cameras, smiling with everything he has. Jungkook feels a little numb.
The lights melt in front of his eyes when he enters into the grand wedding hall, and everything is so beautiful, so perfect, that Jungkook falters a bit in his steps, just to take it all in. He feels a hand flatten across his back and he turns to see Yoongi, tie loose around his neck and his hands shoved deep into his pockets. The gesture is impolite, but Yoongi cracks a small smile at him and Jungkook knows not to question Yoongi’s rebellion against Korean mannerisms, not on a day like today.
“So it’s happening,” Yoongi murmurs, grabbing a champagne flute from a passing waitress. “How do you feel?”
Jungkook smiles, for the sake of the camera, for the sake of himself. “I had to come, you know that.”
Yoongi eyes him carefully, from the tip of his dress shoes and to his lips that are shut tight, keeping in a secret that the whole world already knows. Yoongi chuckles, sipping at the drink in his hand, and looks away. “You would’ve come even if he didn’t invite you. Don’t deny it Kook-ah.”
Jungkook looks away, “Today is a big day for him. As a friend, I’m here to support him.”
There’s an amused chuckle, and Jungkook turns back to look at Yoongi who only smiles faintly at something behind him.
“You act on instinct more often than not, I wouldn’t be surprised if you crashed the wedding just moments before the vow.”
Jungkook opens his mouth to protest but then Yoongi is turning back to look at him, lips curved in a nostalgic quirk of the lips, like he’s been where Jungkook has, done what Jungkook will never have the guts to do. It shuts Jungkook up, because he’s never seen Yoongi look as sad as he does now, as open as he is now.
“Kid,” Yoongi says, “Don’t do something I wouldn’t do.”
Yoongi turns away and begins walking away, and Jungkook calls after him, mockingly, “At least I’d do something to stop it all. You wouldn’t even try.”
Yoongi stops his walking, one hand still holding his champagne and the other tucked into his pocket. He turns around, lips set into a grim line, and Jungkook can’t remember when Yoongi has ever looked this angry, this fierce.
“You don’t know shit about what you’re talking about,” Yoongi snarls, “don’t let love ruin you like this, I told you to stay away but...” Then his lips soften, eyes frantically searching the area for something Jungkook can’t see, “But you never listen.”
Then Yoongi is gone, whisked away into the crowd, and for a faint second, Jungkook catches a glimpse of guilt flashing in Yoongi’s eyes.
(It’s ironic, he supposes, that the people that warn you about love are also the ones writing songs after songs about it, pouring all their time and effort into the very thing they say will kill you. People like Yoongi live with this weight of emotions packing onto their shoulders, and for them, it never really goes away.)
Maybe this is what Seokjin meant, when he told Jungkook to never fall in love with a writer.