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in jeongguk's defence, it was jimin's fault. jimin's to blame for choosing to wear circular prescription lenses instead of contacts today, clad in his black and white striped sweater, subtle choker laced around his neck. park jimin just has to waltz into the lecture hall 27 seconds after the bell had rung, tiny hands clutching a starbucks cup.
a curt nod to the lecturer, a sweet smile pasted as he slurped elegantly on the caffeinated beverage. it has jeongguk going absolutely nuts.
oh my gOD how can anyone look so sinful in sweater paws;;; jesus hyung whyyyyyyy (◕︿◕✿)
the professor drones on about something along the lines of statistics and consumer psychology and jeongguk can't help but stare at the way jimin eagerly takes his notes, sipping latte cutely and nodding along when he understands, poking taehyung beside him with a pen when he doesn't, blinks rapidly and pouts when he hasn't taken everything down and the slide changes.
what the heck park jimin this is ilLEGAL how can someone be so hot and cute at the same time alsnksjaj （；へ：） jimin-ah........
a few more carding back of black fluffy hair has jeongguk melting like hot chocolate and molten lava cake.
rip me @god pls help me get through this lesson without thinking abt jimin pls.... i'll be a good boy and do my homework immediately when i get home plEASE
clearly god has enough of his nonsense, and does not trust his terrible, ardently pretentious promises of doing homework, because clearly jeongguk doesn't do homework.
why do homework when you could be doing jimin? the clearly very rational part of his brain thinks. ugh not now, i mean- i wanna- park jimin mark jimin suck jimin fu-
jeongguk fails to realise though, that even if his own world comprises of himself and his object of affection, park cuteasheck jimin, the world around him still revolves, spinning on its axis entirely unaffected by a young, doe-eyed boy blatantly staring at his crush.
"jeongguk-ssi, care to explain why you're staring into space and drooling all over your desk? pay attention." his professor drawls airily.
shit. he's been caught and it's... not exactly the first time. there's a simultaneous choking on his drink from jimin, just as the lecturer cuts off this hormone-fuelled train of thought, and jeongguk immediately faceplants onto the desk, pretending he doesn't hear the sniggers around him, especially from yugeom next to him.
b-but.... mochi cheeks...... apple butt......
seems like his prayers weren't answered. this was so unfair.
jeon jeongguk!!!! get a grip you're only going to meet him!!!!!! for the project!!!!! nothing!!! else!!!
he wants to die out of all the embarrassment. it's been two days since getting called out and he seriously can't look at jimin the same way. the people in this school are all special, he knows, but he doesn't understand how he even fits here in the first place- he's not like his friend yugeom who can conjure things out of nowhere like a magician, not like yoongi-hyung who's like quicksilver;
and he can't seem to put a finger on what jimin's gift might be- the art of seduction, perhaps? or bewitching people with his charming lilt and gorgeous eyes, the way he dances? sings? he's never dared to ask, people mostly keep quiet about theirs- once an eccentric boy who controlled fire had quite literally flared up and burnt an admirer who was concerned about his quirky, hot and cold behavior actions; turns out he was in heat.
ah, but the more rambunctious, or the kinder ones were likely to reveal, or the ones with gentler powers like talking to animals and making things look pretty- these were generally harmless ones.
but bangtan high had a reputation of nurturing, generating batches of gifted students to make the world a better place, albeit full of plot twists. ever wondered why jung hoseok, resident ball of sunshine from dance, was always so happy? who would have thought him to be a mind controller? but hoseok-hyung was kind, his smile enough to make flowers bloom- his presence was cathartic, gift used to soothe, used for the betterment of the people around him.
and that was what their school aimed to do: to gather, to grow, to give back.
but jeongguk has no idea what he even can do, much less give back.
the first time he had met jimin was when he had woken up late, knocked out from six cups of spicy ramen and lots of caffeine to finish up a thesis. he remembers his angsty, grouchy and scowling face in the reflection before leaving the house running, only to still miss the bus.
things could not have gotten worse, but the sun had fatefully decided to play hide and seek with dark clouds when he hadn't remembered to grab his umbrella- the only day he had forgotten in the year- making him drenched as he stepped into the foyer, a whole hour late.
jimin had approached him with a look of concern on his face, and jeongguk immediately felt an electric shock course through him. wow, he was stunning and it seemed like the sun decided to come back out and present itself before him on two feet as if to say sorry. this guy was just gorgeous, and that rosy pink on his cheeks, the curve of his lips-
"hey, you okay?"
even his voice his like velvet. he remembers the faded tangerine hair, the cute smile; the way jimin had walked him to his destination after making sure he got dried up with a fresh change of clothes from his locker. he remembers jimin introducing him to taehyung, his best friend, and inviting him to have lunch together.
ah, how far they have come. awkward conversations about the weather and jimin teasing him endlessly for being soaked to the bone, like a disheveled little duckling wadding into school- lunches now with them often ended up in taehyung and jeongguk vying for jimin's attention, and often taehyung exchanging knowing looks with jimin, resulting in the latter blushing or smacking taehyung and softly calling him a brat.
sure, jeongguk isn't as close with jimin as they are, being childhood friends and all that, but still it makes him frown, inside jokes totally making him feel only a little bitter and less competent.
they get an A for the project, of course, and jimin promises him ice cream for all his effort and all nighters- if only jimin had known the number of times he had slacked off because his brain had wandered and he just gaped and stared at jimin. in times like this he's thankful to how oblivious jimin seems to be, to spare himself of further embarrassment.
and now, he's on his way to claim his prize.
they've left the door slightly ajar for jeongguk's easy excess. class has long ended and the students had vacated, leaving only taehyung and jimin in the room.
"so when do you intend on telling him, hmm?" taehyung prods, straddling the chair backwards to face jimin, who's solving an equation on the desk behind his. "jeonggukie will eventually find out one day, you know."
jimin sighs, putting down the mechanical pencil, a hand propping up his chin. "i know, tae- but don't you think it's a little cruel and unfair if i let him know?"
there's a little pout decorating his lips and taehyung beams. he always has the greatest ideas, thank you very much.
"jimin, look at me."
and taehyung stares at him in earnest, jimin's chocolate orbs melting as he looks, wondrous, into wistful heterochromatic eyes of viridescent green and cerulean blue.
and he sees.
taehyung was born as one of the chosen ones- with odd eye colours that differed in each eye; his gift was now considered endangered- many of the seers had been poached, so to speak: exploited. if anyone looked into a seer's eyes, they would see the memories, the things that were most precious to them. many of the notorious kkangpae or gangs had often kidnapped these hidden gems of people to use to blackmail the wealthy, get unscrupulous deeds done their way.
as precious as taehyung was, their school had kept him safe. sometimes, when things got bad- with pandemonium and chaos breaking out in the underworld, taehyung was advised to wear brown coloured contacts for fear of his safety. in the basements of bangtan high lay many clinics, hidden from the monochromatic eyes of the public, to heal and to guide young supernaturals- unlike what the disgusted and xenophobic normals would dub as 'mutants'. special and unique were the correct words, not freak, weird or different.
in taehyung's eyes, jimin saw them playing as kids- growing up well into fine young adults, his parents and brother, banter with jeongguk and his hyungs, calling jeongguk, playfully hitting both taehyung and jeongguk on the shoulder, laughing and flinging his body when jeongguk does stupid things to make him laugh; there are glimpses of the other precious things he holds dear, but other than the platonic ones with taehyung, it was primarily jeongguk.
jeongguk eating, jeongguk sleeping… that one time taehyung and jimin had accidentally walked in on him taking a shower.
"see?" taehyung reassures, double meaning fully intended. "he'll understand."
they exchange small smiles, "gimme your hand, i think he's coming," jimin whispers, guiding taehyung's large hands, large as his face, to rest on his mochi-like cheek.
why thE HELL is taehyungie-hyung touching jimin-hyung's face why is he griNNINg why is jimin-hyung blushing?!?!! i should've ran ugh ﾍ(;´Д｀ﾍ) what is going onnnnn
w-who allowed him to..........
taehyung whispers something over to jimin, causing the raven to giggle a little.
what is this....... why is jimin-hyung laughing at his joke and not mINE UGH this is unfair!!!!!!!!>:-////////
for dramatic effect, jeon notsoextra jeongguk barges in and pushes the door wide open to announce his arrival, huffing and pouting, nose scrunched. taehyung calmly tries to retract his hand, but jimin shakes his head very slightly, both hands still cradling taehyung's warm hand by his cheek.
"jimin-hyung~ you said you would buy me ice cream~" jeongguk whines, puffing his cheeks in annoyance of how eye-twitchingly close the two are. "please, hyung?"
but he misses the mischievous glint in jimin's eyes, eyes twinkling. "taehyung-ah, wanna come along?"
i hate u taehyung-hyung>:-(((((((((((
there's a loud guffaw and taehyung uses his other hand to muffle his loud outburst. the invitation is jimin downright causing trouble all too innocently, and taehyung can feel the maknae glaring daggers at him.
nO jimin-hyung u- u said it was.... just the two of us u cant just....... invite taehyungie-hyung along..... he's mine he's mine taetae-hyung pleeeeease say no >_<
........... srsly pls
it seems like hours later when taehyung politely declines, retracting his hand and laughing that low, deep rumble into his turtleneck.
"nah, you two go ahead! i have stuff to do," and he winks at jimin, whispering "he's so jealous but i gotcha," and then filing out promptly with his paraphernalia and smug grin on his face.
he's mine so hands off taehyungie-hyung!! M I N E
actually, competitive is jeon jeongguk's middle name, and it's not wrong to say that the iconic encounter of too much skinship between taehyung and jimin has fuelled him to man up and do something about it without combusting on the spot.
it's just..... sucky that jimin is just so attractive and adorable in every single aspect and he makes jeongguk's heart race with every single time their eyes meet, their fingers brush. it sucks that jimin has drawn everyone else as well into his disarming smile and beguiling eyes- it makes him dizzy with jealousy whenever jimin gets too close with other people that isn't him, even if... he hasn't very publicly stated a claim or called dibs on jimin.
yet.
he's off to the cafe for his study 'date', as taehyung had kindly shoved in his face, waggling his eyebrows with an encouraging pat on the back.
jimin's picked the window seat, early afternoon glow filtering in and making him illuminated and shining like he always does, just brighter. the elder waves him over with a shy smile, offering him earl grey with milk and chocolate chip cookies.
jeongguk nods and scurries over, apologizing for being a little late, but jimin waves it off, pushing the plate of cookies over. "how can someone be so pretty and kind," jeongguk mutters under his breath, sliding into his seat across jimin.
jeongguk finishes algebra in record speed, finishing the entire assignment- whether or not the answers are right is another matter though. warm sunlight filters through the glass window, outside the autumn leaves falling in the breeze. he hears the birds chirping, children playing outside and catching the dead leaves. jimin's dressed in a denim jacket and skinny jeans, and jeongguk can't help but keep looking at the flawless face before him.
the curve of his jaw, the way his bangs fall into his crescent eyes, the way his ringed fingers tuck the strands behind his ear daintily, the way he licks his lips when he reaches a difficult problem. and then it hits him, like an autumn breeze. gently, like a careless whisper.
oh my god, i really want to kiss him i
it takes him all the self-constraint in the world to stop and bring back the focus to his worksheet, but the stupid glances he keeps stealing... is purely attributed to how breathtakingly beautiful jimin is.
jeongguk keeps fidgeting, in fear of getting caught, and very single time their shoes touch or knees bump it sends more waves of electricity down his spine, like a bolt of lightning out of the blue; whenever he spins his pen and the cap drops, his hands sheepishly scamper to take it back, only to have his hands brush against jimin's- like stepping into a pool of hot water and reflexively pulling back. the elder would look up, take a sip of his drink and sweetly smile before burying his head in work again.
i can't believe he's sitting across me unfffff park jimin in unrealヽ( ´￢`)ﾉ
it gets harder to breathe when jeongguk reaches out for something amidst their pile of shared stationery, knocking into jimin's pen and causing an ugly black line to be drawn on his paper- he murmurs an apology, to which jimin hums in acknowledgment. lower lip between his teeth, jeongguk carefully tucks his hands beneath his thighs to minimize all contact.
it's honestly really really difficult not to get distracted, when all he can think of is how soft jimin's lips look and this is such bad timing but i want to call him babe and princess and sweetheart one day oh my god not now jeon jeongguk get ur shit tgt ┻━┻ ︵ヽ(`Д´)ﾉ︵ ┻━┻
the exasperated wails in his head and external fidgeting eventually quells, jeongguk trying his hardest to focus on the papers in front of him but the copious paragraphs and chunks of words don't make much sense when all he can think of is jimin jimin jimin.
also, little mochi jimin, as he sometimes affectionately nicknames him in his head, has a sneeze as cute as puppies and baby bunnies. jimin's sneeze sounds extremely cute, like a baby cub yawning as he covers his face with his long cashmere sleeves and jeongguk's clearly blushing to the tips of his ears as he mumbles a 'bless you'. he then progressively proceeds to land his forehead on the table with a not-so-soft thud, under the pretext of being tired from staring at the wordy passages before him, but that is a lie and without any supernatural aid, chances are jimin will never know.
bless you more like bLEsS mE tiny baby rice cake mochi!!!!!(´ ▽｀).。ｏ♡ hnggg how can someone sound so attractive sneezing like... m-mochi sexy wtheck is wrong with me omg im srsly going cRAZY HYUNG!!! why are u so cute!!! im going to sUE u and rePORt thIS why can't i have u:<
he's royally screwed. at this rate, he's not only going to fail all his tests but also go insane. oh, but at least he knows what the diagnosis will say.
cause of death: park jimin♡
they bid farewell at late evening, jeongguk getting nothing else done except dream about kissing jimin, both of them parting with obliviously heated cheeks and stares- and the latter makes his way to his shared apartment with taehyung, with the entire dance team probably there already. it's a saturday, after all, and they've been invited to one of taehyung's many great ideas. this time, it's in the form of a movie marathon and team bonding. thank god.
"chim, you're back! we're playing truth or dare, and i'll be ordering pizza soon!" taehyung sings.
the bottle lands pointing to him. kim taehyung, thrill seeker extraordinaire, chooses dare.
hoseok mentally asks jimin if yoongi still works at that delivery place, and he vaguely sees the younger dancer bob his head somewhat as he goes into the kitchen to get water, so he rolls with it. yoongi-hyung should be thanking him and jimin after this, really.
"kim taehyung, i dare you to ask them for their cutest delivery boy under the special requests!" there's a playful and jocose smile tugging at his lips, hoseok haughtily adjusting his snapback as jimin comes over and high fives the resident dance captain with an equally cheeky grin. taehyung scoffs, questioning how easy it is, is this the best you could do?
they take a video of taehyung typing in send me ur cutest pizza boy tkx bae;-).
"yah, he's going to be in for such a surprise."
they continue playing card games and exchange hearty conversations until the doorbell rings and taehyung skips over to collect their food. he expects the toasty warm boxes of pizza, the aromatic smell of cheese and crust. he does not expect them to take his dare to account. he doesn't expect them to send him a cute sleepy boy with fluffy blonde hair and a blue cap with his nametag reading 'myg'.
"kim taehyung?" he asks, rubbing his bleary eyes, one more delivery to go.
"u-uh, i- yeah, that- that would be me," taehyung stutters, mesmerized by how the boy is positively ravishing under the moonlight, pale skin showing a blush high on his cheeks as taehyung takes the stack of pizzas over; fingers brushing as the parcel gets passed, his mouth still hanging agape. he's probably been watching too much anime, but he swears his heart just went doki doki.
c-cute-!
"you read the... request?" he awkwardly asks, and yoongi remains his deadpan expression. "well, they assigned me to del-"
the cacophony of hunger chants for food echoes from the kitchen, and jimin and hoseok are sent as spies to find out why taehyung's taking 10 hours at the damned door when all of them are starving.
"hey yoongi-hyung!" hoseok shouts, waving and smiling brightly at the comparatively smaller delivery boy. jimin says hello too- sunshine trio lining in a row to face a now more awake yoongi, smiling at his clearly enchanted best friend and a cocky hoseok for successfully setting them up.
"yah, hoseok, was this your idea? or was it you, jimin-ah. i should never have said it..." yoongi sighs, adjusting his baseball cap, gummy smile emerging on the contrary.
"huh? said what?" taehyung says, whipping around in confusion. "who said what?" he asks again, and the blush becomes more evident, both dancers laughing at the reaction.
"i gotta go, uh, thanks jimin, thanks seok," yoongi says awkwardly scratching the back of his neck. then he waddles off to his tiny delivery scooter to complete his rounds, hoseok bringing in the pizzas instead and jimin leaning his head on taehyung's shoulder as he never once takes his eyes off yoongi speeding off.
"tae-ah, i got something to tell you, stop staring at yoongi-hyung with those lovesick eyes, you puppy," jimin giggles, ushering taehyung in. oh boy was he whipped.
"you remember spazzing and downloading the agust d mixtape at 16 august 12am kst?" jimin asks slowly, eyes sparkling as taehyung gulps down his coke. the rest of the dancers have left, and jimin is pretty sure taehyung will clean up the mess they've made after an entirety of secrets spilling within the next few moments.
"he's my idol, jimin, and you know that! it's just a pity he doesn't reveal his identity, i just know he's in our sch-"
"yoongi-hyung is agust d."
taehyung almost spits out his drink like a water fountain. "t-that cute boy that is totally eye candy material and blushes when i stare at him and smiles like that goes to our school and is agust d?"
taking another huge sip and promptly wolfing down the remnants of half a can of coke, taehyung plops down onto a chair and stares into blank space, unable to accept such a thing. as the memes would have it, kim taehyung is #shook.
"you're only telling me now, chim! are you kidding me- he's so cute what do you mean he raps about his tongue technology?!" and jimin laughs, doubling over in laughter for taehyung looks positively flabbergasted and in awe and shock and surprise all at once- it makes him reel over in laughter for a good five minutes.
"yah, park jimin my faithful angel fairy and saviour since i was five- are. you. telling. the. truth." taehyung hisses in a baritone, side eyeing him through exaggerated slitted eyes and clenched teeth.
"ah, i swear! i helped with tony montana, by the way."
"park jimin you what-"
"oh yes, and your favourite cypher series? agust d is yoongi-hyung, jhope is hoseok-hyung, rap monster is namjoon-hyung!" jimin is definitely having the time of his life. ah, if only the crew had stayed to film this as well.
taehyungs's eyes have incredulously wide and everything that comes out of his mouth is a babbling mess of incoherence. jimin tells him that yes, agust d's works are for his assignments as a producer in the music faculty and even though it's a fierceand edgy pseudonym he composes under, he has a tsundere-sweet and caring personality that is undeniably adorable.
"ji-jimin! min yoongi more like min yoongivehimtome, ahhhhh, jimin-ah, give me his number or his autograph or his anything-" taehyung wails, ashamed that he's only found out about him now.
"there there," jimin pats his head as the younger of the two clings onto him with crocodile tears and pulling off so much aegyo jimin's subconsciously grinning.
"there may or may not be a song for you in the future, tae-ah~"
that's all it takes for taehyung to be caught off guard, releasing his bearhug cling and pout, what was that supposed to mean? lost in his thoughts, he hears jimin shout that taehyungie's clearing the trash today, and he's going to bathe first, goodnight, min taehyung~~
taehyung was pretty sure he wouldn't be sleeping today. nope.
jeongguk reasons to himself that the baby's breath yugeom has easily conjured looks pretty decent, and he's on his way to find jimin.
this was going to be okay, right? just tell him you want him to be yours. yeah. that's all. slowly, he approaches jimin and taehyung's usual table, fully aware that only jimin will be there today, taehyung has been down with a fever from exhaustion and too much junk food.
yugeom, his one and only true bro in his homeroom, said that flowers would work, and today will be the day he finally keeps jimin for himself. the rest of the people making hearteyes at jimin can go suck it. his hands are shaking, bouquet trembling along with some chocolates, and he wills himself to calm down. ah, he seriously needed a hoseok-hyung here in times like this.
he spots jimin in his vicinity but then he starts overreacting, imagination gone wild.
shit, what if jimin-hyung thinks i'm weird? what if he says no? but... if i don't try i'll never know... oh my god jeon jeonGGUK JUST MOVE UR ASS AND ASK ALREADY tell him that you wanna make him yours forever and even though you want to kiss him senseless and have him on your bed for dinner you would still protect him for all eternity, for as long as angels like him live and that his smile is so beautiful and his existence is everything that ever mattered-
jeon jeongguk forgot the part that he's not as smooth as he thinks he is, still shy and a little awkward and bumbling at the whole romance thing.
"you look so pretty today," he blurts, and his face at once scrunches into a crushing look of defeat and disappointment, wow that went exactly according to plan. jimin's always pretty, what was he saying? he drops the gifts onto the table before rushing out like it's a fire drill and he's evacuating.
well, jimin is pretty hot, so that analogy is an apt one. he's passed english, thank you very much.
pls set me on fire his presence is illegal sobs why is life so cruel that was.... so bad jjk plsヽ(≧Д≦)ノ
once jimin is out of sight and clearly not out of mind, he slumps against the nearest wall, head in his hands. "jeon jeongguk, what was that..." he cries, mentally and physically crumbling. the roll of thunder outside causes dark stormy clouds to loom and empathize with him. well, at least jimin had his favourite shade of red on his cheeks so it wasn't that bad of a failed marriage proposal.
surprisingly, jimin sends him a selfie of the baby's breath weaved into a flower crown atop his fluffy hair later that night, thanking him through a series of snow filters. that itself makes jeongguk feel better, gives him renewed hope, and also new wallpaper material.
much better.
a few days later, jeongguk comes back with a more solid plan. same number of actions, fewer words.
today he shall emerge victorious.
okay, easy game, say "saw this and thought of you" everything will go alright today!!!! hwaiting!!!
jeongguk just has to fumble again, switching the words the other way. "jimin-hyung, i thought of you and saw this," he whispers, and he's thankful it's a library, such that his mistake goes undetected, he hopes, and dear lord, he can feel the heat on his face. but that statement worked both ways, so.
but the way jimin's looking at him all pretty and mesmerizing, it makes him forget how to blink, how to close his mouth, how to look away and breathe.
why:-) is:-) he:-) so:-) alluring:-)
the skies are clear and the sun is shining; the weather always looks so lovely when he's with jimin, but then again, jimin is his sun. and jeongguk just feels giddy and lightheaded when jimin flashes his megawatt smile, accepting the box of intricately made mochi and colourful rice cakes in an exquisite looking box.
"aww, jeongguk-ah, you're seriously too good to me,"
i lied his smile is brighter than the sun someone please hELP TT_TT
he makes a poor excuse to save himself from further embarrassment in the library, jogging out and squatting as soon as he exits, smiling into his knees.
i cri he's so cute ahhhhh my ♡manggaetteok♡
taehyung's the first one to notice how carefully jimin clutches the box of exotic dessert, and instinctively reaches out to grab one of the pink mochis shaped into a flower as soon as jimin undoes the wrapping while in their bedroom. he swats away taehyung's intrusive hand, all defensive and not ready to share.
"jeonggukie bought it for me, so don't eat it it's #mine;" jimin pouts, sticking his tongue at his best friend. "he thought of me, taehyung-ah," he continues to murmur fondly as he takes a bite into the fancy dessert, takes a bite of jeongguk's heart.
"geez, chim, you're becoming as possessive as him- but doesn't he think of you, like, 24/7? hmm? hmm?" taehyung laughs as he obnoxiously shoves his face into jimin's line of vision, eyebrows raised and lashes fluttering, causing the elder to flush and squish his cheeks before pushing him out of the way.
taehyung flashes his charming boxed up smile, winking and shooting him finger guns, "you know it, minnie!" before he belts into an impromptu jazz number, singing about young love, and sending jimin all shy and embarrassed as he miserably fails in throwing the wrapper at him.
"brat!! i'll report this to yoongi-hyung, just you wait, kim taehyung!"
it sends taehyung impossibly weak and sitting by his side, mouth opening and closing without saying anything, amping up his aegyo meter with a great imitation of jeongguk-like doe eyes and a pretty pout- kim taehyung did not receive an outstanding performance certificate when they took drama lessons together at 10 years old.
".....n-no, minnie knows taetae likes yoongi-hyung, don't do this, please?"
if taehyung is weak for yoongi, jimin is weak for both his best friend and definitely not jeon jeongguk.
"shush." he says, beaming in triumph as he shoves his half-eaten mochi into taehyung's mouth. so there.
jeon jeongguk takes a few more failures not so in his stride, all prepared and then only to break out into a cold sweat in the end, backing out and relapsing into an entire slew of distressed kaomoji and regrets in his flustered mind.
jeongguk knows that jimin must have been expecting something, being sensitive to smell he can tell jimin's sprayed a little cologne when he goes to meet him, dressed a little more formal. jimin's eyes are like little stars that light up when they meet his, glittery and too pretty for his own good. when he goes blank or starts stuttering pick up lines he had tried memorizing he sees jimin smile fondly at him, albeit shoulders a subtle dead giveaway of crestfallen.
jimin does laugh though, when he does something stupid, imitates taehyung-hyung for the fun of it, does ridiculous things on impulse. he hates the judgmental looks and stares people throw at him in the middle of the street, but if jimin is laughing, like he's the funniest person in his entire universe, then it's all good.
to hell with all those death glares. they probably don't have someone as precious and cute and lovely to please.
yeah, that must be it.
“taehyungie!! i- i feel like he might confess today or something and i- i'm not ready like i-”
“deep breaths minnie, i still think he's gonna back out though haha but-”
“s-shut up! i think… if he doesn't budge i'll tell him about it, and then whatever happens…”
“now you shut up. you two are gonna end up together, you hear? bogum’s psychic and he says tomorrow.”
“well…”
“now sit down and let me fix your eyeliner, tiny.”
“then tiny's best friend didn't ask him about himself and yoongi-hyung..?”
“park jimin i swear if you don't keep quiet i'm going to wing it- wait i am supposed to- i mean like i'm gonna-”
“love you taetae, you're the best!”
“you're such a sap, but you're okay. love you, minnie. no homo tho.”
jimin ends up getting smudged eyeliner all over his cheek and they end up giggling on the floor, playfully wrestling each other before jimin realises he's late. by 15 minutes.
jeongguk's already at the cafe, waiting as he sips on his banana milk. jimin comes in cheeks puffed and blowing the bangs out of his face, all sweaty from rushing down, apology laden with honey on his lips.
a smol sulky angeL i am nOT oKAyヾ(*´Д｀*)ﾉ also who ALLOWED u to walk with ur hips swaying like this hUH U WANNA FIGHT Σ（ºд º///）
they get down to work relatively faster this time, jeongguk actually getting some things done. then he realises that park jimin, the reason of why sin exists, is sitting before him, and he loses steam at once, efficiency dwindling in studies but operating at full optimum when it comes to staring.
his hANDS oh my god i want to kiss his face and his fingers i wANT TO squish his cHEEKs and what does he thINK he's doING WITH HIS MOUTH ALENSKJSJA(ι´Д｀)ﾉ s-save me…….
all of a sudden he comes face to face with a flushed faced jimin, and he's been caught like a deer in the headlights by the last person he would like to get caught by.
“a penny for your thoughts, jeonggukie?” his head tilts to the side, angelic smile on full force, and jeongguk just wants to die.
“the weather is nice,” he blurts, first thing at the top of his head- thank goodness there are fluffy cotton candy-esque clouds decorating the azure skyline, humid but sun hidden from sight, shy.
his sMILE ahhHhHhH i have been blessed by an anGELIC BEING today!! is!! a !! good!! day!! (ㆁᴗㆁ✿) i can't take it look at him fluttering his lashes my hEART IS FLUTTERING he's so cuuuuuute i want to sQUISH MY TINY LITTLE MOCHI MY SMOL MANGGAETTEOKKKKK٩(ˊᗜˋ*)و
he feels bad while jimin is diligently working on his chemistry and he's just moping around not-so-lowkey staring, utterly besotted and positively enamoured.
jimin doesn't notice him come and go until he hears the small chink of the muffin on a plate settle next to his papers. “f-for you,” comes the bashful response as he looks up at jeongguk, who's turning as red as a tomato, spontaneously nudging the plate over.
“hmm we can share? here, open up, jeonggukie~" jimin sings as he peels off a piece of the dessert and guides it into jeongguk's mouth, originally open to begin with. jeongguk is left dumbstruck, his mouth dry and he blanks out before choking out a “t-thank you hyung,” and downing the rest of his milk to avoid futher embarrassment.
wtheck did park fricking jimin just feed mE?!? what is this supposed to mean aksjsi is this a hint is he rejECTING ME what is tHIS U CANT JUST LEAVE ME HANGING LIKE THIS AKWNWJSJJW JIMIN-AH!!!!!!!! (ノД`)・゜・。
he spends the rest of their little 'date' lowkey staring;
…and he seriously needs to start taking courses on how to not stare so obviously because jimin just caught him. again. in less than an hour, for crying out loud.
“why, jeon jeonggukie, you've been staring again for the past 10 minutes, are you alright?”
“uh. i- i um, i-”
“why are you getting all shy with me, guk-ah, its not like you were gonna ask me out or anything, right?”
underneath the table, jeongguk's clammy palms are busy fiddling with the hem of his white shirt, digging his nails into his thighs. jimin just had to hit the nail on the head, what even was this uncanny knack of his?!
the way he laughs, eyes twinkling like the stars jeongguk adores staring up at in the middle of the night; it makes him feel ambivalent, unsuree whether jimin's taking his possible confession as a joke, or if he should be glad jimin only laughs like this when it's him. it makes him feel whole, feel that this might be the reason why he's in this special school;
it makes hin feel he might be something more than my cutest dongsaeng jeongguk-ah to jimin. aish, he's seriously going crazy. stupid jimin-hyung, testing his testosterone to see how much more it takes till he goes on overdrive.
all this he thinks, flustered, as they pack up and depart from the coffeeshop- jimin walking too close, their hands almost touching and jeongguk has to use his other hand to restrain himself from rashly grabbing jimin's adorable fingers in his. they take a detour, jimin saying he wants to buy some markers on the way.
they take the path with lots of cherry blossoms, one of the iconic roads used to film those dramatic confessions on the cheesy kdramas jimin adores and laments he spends too much time on. hwarang, was it? flowering knights, one he would gladly be for jimin, to hear him laugh that cute shy laugh, like bells tinkling, bubbles popping, windchimes swaying gracefully in the breeze, elegant.
and jimin stops in the middle of nowhere, on the petal laden path, all pastel pinks, like his cheeks. their cheeks.
“hyung will always say yes if it's you, you know?" jimin looks over, warm and uncontrollably fond on his tiptoes, touch soft as he strokes jeongguk's hair and pats it so the stray strands sticking out fluff nicely.
jimin has used the affectionate card and jeongguk is being reduced to a weak stuttering mess,for goodness sake.
“n-no hyung- what even haha made you conclude… who says i was gonna- gonna ask you out, ha,”
the last part of the sentence emerges out of the lumps and knots in his throad, an unmanly squeak spoken in puffs of agony and whines, jeongguk's face much much pinker than any of the cherry blossoms spiralling down. he thinks he's dreaming, eyes blinking furiously as the breeze starts causing the blush pink petals to cascade all over them, some landing in jimin's hair and enhancing his flower fairy status quo.
he swears the sun is just like taetae-hyung, full of antics and of all times now, coming out of nowhere behind god knows what cloud to shine on them, akin to a spotlight. the breeze makes it chilly, petals showering down on them like it's their wedding or something, and jimin starts giggling, hands covering his face as his eyes lift into crescents.
“tae-ah was right,” he sighs, still smiling, jeongguk's favourite chipped tooth on full display. “drop by my apartment tomorrow, won't you? i have something important to tell you, jeongguk-ah.”
jeongguk nods dumbly, massively numb as jimin sends him a flying kiss, before scampering off to buy his stationery and leaving him standing there, before he walks off alone, shaking off all his worries to no avail, and some of the flower petals too.
the moment he leaves the flower path, the sun goes back into hiding, the breeze stops.
jeongguk rings the doorbell at eight in the morning, on a slightly cloudy day, wracked with immense nervousness and lips bruised from profuse biting every seven steps he took.
jimin guides him, takes his hand and leads him into their bedroom. he sits jeongguk onto his bed, who's physically breaking out in cold sweat, looking at everywhere but jimin's eyes.
what on earth could he possibly want to say oh my gOD this is killing me i don't even- WHAT IF HE’S WITH SOMEONE ELSE WHAT IF HE THINKS I’M WEIRD AND REFUSES TO BE FRIENDS ANYMORE WHAT IF HE-
jimin plops down beside him on his covers, running fingers through his hair and releasing a huge sigh.
oh shit it's coming it's coming srsly frICK ME I SHOULD’VE SAID I WAS SICK AKAJWJSJJISOPQ;;;;;;;; i want to cry ohmygoodness baby pls don't say smt idw to hear PLS IM BEGGING（´。＿。｀） ( ⊙﹏⊙) (*′□`)ゞ:･ﾟ
"sorry, jeonggukie i haven't been completely honest with you," jimin approaches, holding jeongguk's hands in his smaller ones, as they sit on his bed that smells like vanilla pods and freshly spun linen.
"you always want to hold my hand, don't you? want to mark me and kiss me and take me out without it being weird and all... you like me, don't you, jeongguk-ah?"
jimin licks his lips, plush red turning glossy in response to jeongguk's utter horror, his shell shocked expression pure gold. jimin and jeongguk are both pretty sure he's never been so terrified before.
"h-hyung wha-what even-"
and jimin scoots in closer until they are side by side, and thighs and knees touching, somehow fitting.
"im sorry, gukkie. i know because i..."
another kittenish lick. jeongguk is pretty sure he's going to be deceased by the time jimin finishes teasing him with this delayed and longasheck speech. christ.
"i read minds."
it takes 22 seconds for the fact to fully sink in and allow his newly awaken brain to start functioning at full throttle.
"wait, wait! what the hec-"
so he knew i wanted to kiss him and squish him and oh shit.
"yeah i knew. i'm really sorry that i've been messing with you, but it wasn't helping when i could literally hear you moaning you want me in your head-!"
so jeongguk impulsively kisses him on the sly to shut him up, and grins smugly when it's now jimin with the priceless expression.
"ha! i bet you didn't see that comi-"
jimin kisses him back dominantly, tackling him onto the bed until it sinks beneath their weight because he's older and he definitely isn't losing to this muscle pig just because.
“yah! jeongguk-ah! you brat i'm older i've eaten 2947 more bowls of rice!!"
and then it becomes a tangle of voracious devouring of lips because jeongguk is still in his adolescent phase, goodness gracious, and god has he wanted jimin for so long.
"...so you knew and you just let me be so stupid and melt in front of you? jiminnie-hyung you are the worst, the most horrible, and i'm not gonna ask you out anymore," jeongguk huffs, and when jimin pouts, puppy eyes confronting doe eyes, he knows he has lost this battle.
precious little baby he's sooooooooo cute wtf
jeon competitive jeongguk decides to change the topic.
"i can't believe you actually can read minds, are you serious?"
jimin sighs for the umpteenth time, and grabs jeongguk's hands to put on his cheek: they check in on taehyung.
oh no... my little yoongi baby god injured again ahhh i gotta go find seokjin hyung to help-
jeongguk's jaw drops, holy shit so firstly jimin-hyung really can read anyone's mind, secondly, that's what he and taehyung have been doing..... and thirdly, taehyung-hyung likes yoongi-hyung?!
"ah, precious little baby would like to say yes to thought first and second, third is supposed to be a secret but, oh well." jimin shrugs and jeongguk wants to slap himself because this is so difficult to restrict your thoughts, lansksnajsj!!!!
"also, i can't read people like yoongi-hyung’s mind when he's in immersed state, "
"huh what immersed state? yoongi-hyung’s also a mind reader? huh? oh but yoongi-hyung... he told me he found taehyung-hyung cute before," and then jeongguk smiles in unison with jimin, who replies with a knowing 'oh,' and then there's another burning question at the tip of his tongue.
"but why does he need to find seokjin hyung to help?"
"oh you didn't know? if i'm a mind reader, then what makes you think taetae, yoongi-hyung, jinnie-hyung…. don't possess supernatural abilities as well?" he teases, making jeongguk feels stupid and think aloud yet again.
jeon jeongguk you i-idiot…!!!
“my idiot, though,” jimin replies softly, lips curved into a very beautiful smile that has jeongguk turning into mush.
oh mY GOD I SWEAR TO GOD, jimIN-hyUNG NGHHHH(≖_≖✿)
"everybody that gets accepted into bangtan high ought to have a special quality about them, darling, it's just... a matter of when you discover it."
"w-wait so i also...?"
the raven shrugs, kisses him again. "probably. we'll find out together, then. "
“doesn't it get noisy? my own thoughts distract me sometimes and-!”
“yah!! do you really think it helps that you keep thinking about my apple butt and keep moaning in your head about wanting to kiss me when i'm trying to study,”
jeongguk flushes, guilty as charged, while jimin sinks into his backhug, lanky arms encircling his waist.
“i take little pink pills to ease the noise out, especially during exams- some people, like you,” jimin says, whipping his head around to jab an accusing finger into his chest, “have thoughts so loud i receive them more strongly. like alpha brainwaves, you know?”
jeongguk hums in fascination, marveling at how beautiful a vessel of secrets jimin was. plain beautiful.
there's a collective blush, and jimin proceeds. “when yoongi-hyung’s in his relaxed state, his brainwaves are much gentler- more soft spoken, unlike you,” jimin laughs, pecking his jaw upon seeing how embarrassed jeongguk was.
“yoongi-hyung is your modern day pietro maximoff- superspeed; which is why he gets tired easily, and works odd jobs like delivery because he gets them done too quick and hides somewhere to nap before returning like a normal citizen on delivery,”
“wow, that's so cool.” jeongguk gapes, enjoying jimin's storytelling, “and seokjin-hyung?”
“he kisses things better- that time yoongi-hyung injured his ear before his music exam and we ran everywhere only to find him making out with namjoon-hyung!” jimin recalls fondly, “they're really cute by the way, mutual pining,”
“wait, namjoon-hyung’s that supergenius right? president’s scholar?”
“yep. he has this tumour though! a blessing and a curse for his genius, so his vision sometimes gets in the way. so seokjin-hyung comes in perfectly- they take care of each other, with seokjin-hyung healing him when he gets clumsy and trips on everything.”
“... and then i-”
“don't worry, my baby bun, your time will come- i'll be there.”
he kisses jimin a few more hundred times.
their first date is trying to get the daegu boys together. jimin and jeongguk are both from busan, and thus they claim, the busan spirits insist they get taehyung and yoongi together.
jeongguk's back at campus helping out with some research, while jimin has successfully lured hoseok, taehyung and yoongi into the same room, shortly after seokjin had kissed the tiny rapper’s shoulder better.
hoseok’s there to ensure nothing should go awry, since they're all not that veteran at their powers, anyway. that's also why they had been recruited into bangtan high in the first place.
yoongi has never been good with words, he's tired, having skidded off his scooter while making deliveries; in order to earn his own keep, he's been working more shifts and overusing his superspeed abilities.
“yoongbean…” taehyung murmurs, lightly running fingers down the bandaged shoulder. bogum had said today was the day.
“you,” yoongi softly croaks, tone commanding, “stare at me,”
and taehyung does, gently cradling the milky jaw into large, warm hands, staring into endless soulless eyes. while taehyung's eyes are exotic and bright, yoongi’s are as dull and murky as ink. black.
taehyung sees. sees that yoongi’s music- some are inspired and dedicated to him, to hoseok, to jimin, to seokjin; and that shy yoongi actually has planned on taking him out has actually written him cards but threw it away because he was too shy, had deemed it not perfect enough to give.
“c-cypher pt.5 is dedicated to... me?" taehyung whisper-shrieks as he pulls yoongi into a tight embrace, cautiously, gently, peppering kisses all over yoongi’s face. he thrives on all the cyphers, as part of agust d’s annual music production project- he loves it all.
yoongi nods, smiling fondly, “remember those kids that called you weird and loud and annoying? yeah tell them to apply more sunscreen, they're gonna be roasted so bad.”
to which tae swoons because its fricking cypher!!!!! and he goes on, he sees that yoongi had bought 9 roses, but he kept hesitating until the whole bouquet that he spent a week’s paycheck of money on had withered by his table; he was just so unsure, taehyung was so lovely and he just wanted to be so much more for taehyung.
taehyung gasps, tears brimming and goes all hearteyes and glassy eyed, deepening their innate dynamic- making jimin and hoseok feel like they're intruding on something intimate, but their presences are vital- for hoseok helps ease yoongi’s pain, jimin helps convey the words he always wished to say. he's been watching taehyung silently, the puppy-like boy who skips across the music studios to go paint or carve some work of art.
ever since that day, taehyung's been sketching and doodling nothing but pizza and yoongi and electric scooters.
“i really like you, taehyung-ah” jimin declares, as he reads off yoongi’s mind, with a nod of approval from the blonde. the brainwaves are gentler now because he's at ease. but taehyung just wants to hear yoongi say it- so he nudges him a little, coy smile on his face.
"hyung... is that true?"
as if the blush isn't a dead giveaway- but yoongi insists on his tsundere persona.
"yeah. "
“min yoongiganticsap!” and taehyung just has to wipe his tears away dramatically, sniffing, as the two other dancers laugh at how whipped they both are.
"yoongi-yah? my one true rap god of the entire milky way? i think i love your voice so much you could rap the entire starbucks secret menu and i'd still listen on loop okay? god your voice has that edgy sassy diss to it and i love it. i love you too, agust d! or e or f or g, if you one day feel like changing it.”
yoongi kisses him very sweetly. sweet as sugar.
jeongguk tells jimin to wear his sunday best, and since their operation daegu has been much lauded and successful, it's about time for jeon jeongguk to get his busan boy as well.
he's managed to coax jimin into taking his pills, to bring him out without having the upper hand of reading his thoughts, to bring him out and experience what a first date is like as a normal.
for added measure, jeongguk stands at his doorstep, thinking hard jimin-hyung i’m outside please open the door, but a minute passes and nobody answers. jimin must be ready.
he presses the doorbell, hands behind his back. almost at once, the moment the door swings open, jimin's met with a small bouquet of violets and peonies- bouquet to disguise a shy face hidden beneath. they've both dressed up- jimin in a white billowy shirt and black jeans, jeongguk in wine red shirt and a navy blue coat.
"pretty flowers for a pretty person," he murmurs bashfully, jimin kissing his nose and saying thank you, while his heart makes so many cartwheels and flips and mid air splits.
jeongguk takes him to an art museum. they go to those painting galleries and jeongguk holds his hand as he rests his head on the taller’s shoulder, marveling and reveling in the impressionistic art.
suddenly jeongguk lets go- and takes an exaggerated step to the right, away from jimin- confusion shines in his pretty eyes and there's a small, unsure "gukkie?" that tumbles out, pained. he no longer has any access to what’s on jeongguk's mind and he's scared.
the latter pulls a straight face, pointing to the corner of the room, "the sign says not to touch the art so i’m not supposed to hold you."
jimin wants to combust on the spot, choosing instead to close in onto jeongguk's chest to muffle his sparkling laugh- what jeongguk still thinks is the prettiest thing ever; and jimin goes all wow, because that's nice and it's the first time he's blushing spontaneously out of something cheesy jeongguk legitimately said aloud instead of reading his unspoken thoughts.
it happens again when jimin is admiring van gogh, both of them alone in that section of the exhibit when jeongguk turns to his left, forehead softly landing in fluffy black locks, and lips just above the shell of jimin's ear.
"in a room full of art i’d still be looking at you." he murmurs, and jimin dies a little inside. okay, maybe a lot. jeongguk's heart swells as he tugs jimin in closer by the waist, jimin turning all bashful and shy and it just fuels him, knowing he's the only one that can elicit such a response from jimin.
"you like that, don't you, jimin hyung."
there's no response when jimin buries his face into the musky cologne of jeongguk's shirt, that smells a little more of soap and milk when he presses in closer. jeongguk keeps going.
“at first i thought i was looking at a monet, but you are so much more beautiful up close.”
"stop it..." jimin whines, because he likes it so much. he's heard everything that goes through jeongguk's mind and he's so smitten when it's like this, unexpected and full of surprises. jeongguk… must have rehearsed a lot yesterday.
"you're a masterpiece, i’d like to pin you on the wall and admire you all day too."
jeongguk takes jimin out for dinner, to a fancy italian restaurant. there's a candlelit dinner he's reserved for two. he smoothly executes that well rehearsed but stupid overused romcom thing of tucking jimin's bangs back before it gets in the way of his food; he relishes in the way it seriously makes jimin's heart flutter, given that he usually can see it coming- and all dinner jeongguk has reverted to his study antics of just staring. by now he's a certified phd holder in the study of ethereal creature park jimin.
"gukkie youre staring again~" jimin pouts, and points and tells him to hurry and eat, it won't taste nice when its cold!
what a mom, jeongguk thinks, petulantly twirling his fork around the linguini, sulking, and jimin sighs, caring boyfriend mode activated.
"... want me to feed you?"
jeongguk immediately opens his mouth in expectancy, eyes shining in the flickering candlelight and jimin laughs, warmer than the scented candles, brighter than they shine in all the dim ambience.
"you're so spoilt."
jeongguk successfully makes jimin laugh a whole lot, and it makes him so very happy, so content. the way jimin's whole body reverberates with his effervescent laughter, sparkling like the diamonds in the sky- like the stars jeongguk has brought him to see.
he takes jimin to the sea- mildly resembling the ones back home in busan, “it reminds me of you, so gentle and comforting, and the stars- not nearly as bright as you shine.”
before jimin can retort any remark of sorts, jeongguk grips his hand tighter, looking at jimin who's resting his head on sturdy shoulders.
“jimin-hyung, the stars are beautiful tonight,”
“they are… thanks, guk-ah,”
“but you know what's more beautiful?”
oh no, it's coming, and both of them hope the other party cannot see each other blushing under the pale moonshine, this is too damn embarrassing; jeongguk's looking away- oh, the things he will do for jimin-hyung. he's such a sap when it comes to his cute, sweetheart of a hyung.
jimin has a hand playing with his lips, replying a muffled ‘what?’ as he starts using both his hands to cover his face, suddenly feeling very very shy.
“unfortunately, it isn't you, jimin-ah,”
and jeongguk grabs jimin's cute little hands tenderly, prying open the crimson apple cheeks to reveal a grin showing his big bunny-like teeth a mere millimetres away, eyes like the crescent moon smiling down on them. the night is quiet. tranquil.
jimin blinks owlishly, “what do you mean it isn't me, that's how it goes-” and he looks just a tiny bit dejected but then again he can't see what jeongguk has in store for him. jeongguk carefully wheedles his petite hyung onto his muscular thighs. who said romance was dead?
"nah, its us."
jimin lets out a little squeak of happiness, throwing back his head laughing carefree as he dives headfirst into jeongguk for the nth time, dives headfirst into jeon jeongguk, who thinks he'd like to hear that precious laugh for the rest of his life.
jeongguk walks him home past midnight, streetlights illuminating the road home, moonlight drawn away by the heavy looking grey clouds. there's still quite a distance, before they end their casual stroll, swinging their interlaced hands.
“oh dear, it's getting cold- i really hope i get home before it rains-” jimin shivers, and as if on cue, the raindrops come pelting down. jeongguk frowns, looking up at the sky, then at jimin's worried face, hands entwining more tightly.
and then it happens.
jeongguk glares up at the clouds, only to come face to face with raindrops stilling before his eyes, like having eyedrops pause just before they hit his eyeballs. all the raindrops have stopped falling, midair- forming a faux umbrella above them. jimin's clearly excited, eyes shining like rubies and glimmering like all the precious stones in the world. it's as if the rain has halted momentarily within their sphere, glittering; but outside of their entity of a personal bubble exists a rainshower quite like fireworks but with water;
jimin tests out his theory, and true enough- when he lets go of jeongguk's hand, he gets wet, pelted by the massive amount of rain and he yelps; but when he holds jeongguk's hand again, it's still raining- but jimin's dry, dry besides the messy little raindrops gliding down his dewy skin from just now.
he's dry and nestled snugly in his boyfriend’s warm embrace.
"ohmygosh, jeon jeongguk you-”
it turns out jeon jeongguk can control the weather.