a/n: sugapark i think this may have been your prompt. but again, you probably weren’t expecting anything this dark TAT something about third person and jealousy and angst but things kinda just snowballed out of control i’m sorry ;n; /jo dismissing herself from this fandom bc i’m a poor excuse of a human being who takes pleasure in other people’s pains omg i’m gonna go write some fluff or something after work/

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jimin’s reflection smiles back at him, but it’s nothing more than a gross impersonation of the glowing happiness he once used to live and breathe, an echo, a mere shadow. he can see the strain behind that single action, the tension in his muscles, and how much effort it takes just to force the corners of his lips to tip up into a smile that’s more of a grimace than anything else.

he traces his fingers over the lines of his eyes that used to curve up into twin crescents, always sparkling with joy and so full of life. but now all that’s left are endless pools of darkness, black voids like windows of a derelict house. hello? is anybody home?

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taehyung has come down with a bit of a cough lately, and it’s keeping everyone up at night. therefore, he finds himself banished to sleeping alone in the living room until said cough has subsided, or at least quieted down a bit.

“sorry,” seokjin frowns, concern clearly evident in the furrow of his brows as he tucks taehyung in under three layers of very thick winter blankets. “it’s nothing personal. you know that, right?”

“of course i do, hyung,” taehyung smiles, leaning in to seokjin’s palm as the elder checks his temperature one last time. “i’m fine, really. go to bed.”

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a/n: not exactly what sugapark had in mind, but i tried??????

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yoongi really doesn’t know what it is about jimin that makes him agree to whatever inane idea the younger has to offer, regardless of how dumb it may sound at the time. it’s like whenever jimin speaks, yoongi’s brain to mouth filter malfunctions. and he ends up saying yes, when what he really means to say is no.

which is how yoongi finds himself in this absurd downward dog position, sweaty feet slipping inch by inch towards the back of his borrowed yoga mat, until the unequal distribution of his weight has him belly flopping onto the floor.

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it’s not that yoongi has anything against being woken up to the body tingling sensation of having his dick blown so early in the morning.

quite the opposite, actually. he’s a young, normally functioning male with a healthy appetite for sex. so really, he has no issues with having his cock sucked as means of a wake up call.

it definitely beats having hobeom hyung as an alarm clock, slapping every inch of yoongi’s skin until his entire body is red and thrumming.

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a/n: wut are dis?? not smut?? ummmmmmmmm, not exactly one-sided but kind of is??????? sugapark lol sorry i tried ;u; at least it’s kind of angsty?????

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crack.

yoongi’s thoughts may still be thick and muddled by drowsiness, but he has a very clear idea of who might be knocking on his front door at three in the goddamn morning. he rolls over under his sheets, hoping that if he ignores it, it might go away. out of sight, out of mind.

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a/n:（/｡＼) this is jo hiding because idk alright gdi T^T prompted by person who wishes to remain anonymous. you know who you are. /cries what is this.

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everyone had gone back down to their family homes for the weekend, leaving the entire apartment at yoongi’s and jimin’s disposal to do as they pleased, whenever they pleased, wherever they pleased.

no holds barred.

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