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  1. Public Bookmark 15

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    All Jeongguk wanted to do was draw attention to his empty spaces, while Yoongi worked desperately to fill them. Futile, since the only person that could mend that pit was Jeongguk. But Yoongi was a pro at futility, if his pathetic excuse of a life that he still fought for said anything. He’d steal the self-deprecating comments that poured from Jeongguk’s mouth, replaced them with, you did so well, Jeonggukie. You’re so talented. Everything you do is amazing. They call you cheonggukjang because they’re fucking assholes and're threatened by you. You’re incredible. Gifted. Hardworking. Handsome.

    My pride and joy.

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    09 Feb 2021

  2. Public Bookmark 60

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    "You're telling me," Yoongi begins, voice flat, "that the perfect opportunity to show Taehyung I'm interested in him is to ask him to put a sheet mask on my bare ass?"
    Jimin nods eagerly. "Absolutely, no doubt about it."
    Yoongi shrugs. "Alright, I'm in."

    -OR-

    Yoongi tries out a butt sheet mask and has to ask his roommate, Taehyung, to help put it on.

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    09 Feb 2021

  3. Public Bookmark 35

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    Taehyung and Yoongi have kept a secret for years, and after a discussion about performing "Blood, Sweat, and Tears" again, they decide it’s time to confess how much they both enjoy a particular part of the choreography.

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    08 Feb 2021

  4. Public Bookmark *

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    Yoongi leans close, closer, their mouths nearly fucking touching. Namjoon’s fingers dig in-between the gaps of Yoongi’s ribs. “Suran can’t come,” he repeats, loud, breath ghosting over Namjoon’s skin, heavy with spicy whiskey and cigarette smoke. “Too late.”

    Namjoon leans even closer, and this time there’s no where else to go; their lips are officially touching. “Sucks,” Namjoon slurs. And before his useless fucking brain can decide what to do about this sudden development, Yoongi appears to have a better handle on reality than he does, because Yoongi’s kissing him, little puckers of his lips against Namjoon’s that would make smacking sounds if the club wasn’t so god damn loud.

    He lets Yoongi do it. The hand over Yoongi’s ribs rub down to his hips, then up again, over and over, unable to be seen since it’s happening underneath his jacket. Adrenaline and pure joy seems to be affecting both of them, not just Namjoon; they’ve never experienced this level of success in the past four years of building a cheap excuse of a career.

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    Namjoon and Yoongi's careers are taking off. They're so happy, they fuck.

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    16 Nov 2020

  5. Public Bookmark 40

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    Something about Yoongi styled in all black, clad in leather pants, hit Namjoon with a rush of nostalgia, a surge of attraction like what he felt years ago when they were younger, tougher, more desperate to touch one another. Neither one really knowing what it meant to feel that kind of electricity with the other boy, but both of them feeling that same curiosity and magnetic pull.

    [or established Namgi can't keep their hands off each other after a show]

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    24 Oct 2020