Mark Up My Soul 3/?
Title: Mark Up My Soul 3/?
Pairing: Yoongi/Jungkook (BTS)
Rating: Eventual NC17
Disclaimer: They are slowly taking over my soul to the point that I almost feel like I might be able to own them.
Summary: Jeon Jungkook’s soul mark is a music staff tattooed on his forearm. Every now and then a flare of pain will burn its way up his arm and another note is added. The strangest thing about the newest mark is that it isn’t a note and it isn’t black. It’s just a smudge. Of color. Mint green in the center, fading to deep blue around the edges.
Min Yoongi’s soul mark tattoo is a smudge of dark ink with faded thin lines of white scratched into it. If he squints, the scars sort of look like a music staff. When a new burst of pain manifests as a mint green music note in the darkest spot of black, Yoongi curses fate and his inability to stay away from all things cute. Because soul marks lie, and fate is a cruel bitch from hell.
A/N: This fic isn't done. I'm not sure how consistent I will be with updates
BTS, left to right = Taehyung (V), Yoongi (Suga), Seokjin (Jin), Jungkook, Namjoon (Rap Monster) Jimin, Hoseok (Hobi, JHope)
Part 3:
Jungkook is going to blame fate. It’s all fate’s fault for the dreams that weave through his brain, the way Yoongi’s smile randomly pops up in his head during class, the way his voice echoes in his ears.
“Your eyes look like hearts and there are random bursts of flowers and pink things dancing around your head,” Taehyung says during a break, waving his hand around Jungkook’s head like he’s swatting away bugs. He sits on Jungkook’s desk, and Jimin slides into the empty seat next to him. There are sounds of their classmates talking and moving through the room.
Jungkook looks at his desk and bites his lip. Instead of talking, he shows them their text messages.
Taehyung whistles, a leer of a smirk on his lips. “He’s a dirty, dirty man.”
“Shut up,” Jungkook whispers. “He ... he ... his soul mark is--” He wonders if he should continue. Yoongi hides his soul mark, and he showed Jungkook because ... well, Jungkook isn’t sure why he showed him. “The mark on his arm for me is in the exact same place and it’s a mint green music note,” is what he finally settles on. “Yoongi-shi touched ... touched mine, and I felt ... he ... god, I can’t explain it. It was the perfect feeling, the perfect sensation.”
“You let him touch ... already ...” Jimin trails off and shakes his head. “You need to be careful.”
Jungkook nods and tells them, start to finish, about going to the studio. He leaves out personal details about Yoongi’s soul mark, about the cutting scars that are sort of hidden in the black smudge, because that isn’t his pain to tell.
“And now I’m grounded because I didn’t get home until almost eleven.”
Taehyung whistles and Jimin winces in sympathy.
“Sucks, man. For how long.”
“Just until tomorrow. But my curfew on weekdays now is eight until I can show that I’m responsible enough to be out until ten.”
“Your parents are harsh, dude,” Taehyung says.
Jungkook shrugs. “It’s not a big deal. I can’t really afford to be distracted. This is probably the worst time to have a soul mark flare on my arm.”
His phone suddenly lights up with a message, and Jungkook smiles widely.
Yoongi:
I slept for almost 6 hours, are you happy now?
Jungkook giggles and sends back smiles.
Yoongi:
Ah, cute.
Hey, aren’t you in school, kid?
Jungkook:
It’s break time for a few more minutes.
“Wow,” Taehyung says. “You seriously have it bad.”
Jungkook blushes.
And then dies a little when Yoongi sends him a selca.
“Wow. He’s really really hot,” Taehyung says. “Like not eye-fucking hot handsome, but like ... simple and rough, low-key, come-hither fucking. He pulls that mint hair off really well.”
Jimin snorts. “Your gay is showing.”
Taehyung smiles over at him. “So?”
Jimin rolls his eyes. “Are you going to send him a picture back?”
His phone is suddenly snatched from his hand, and Taehyung ignores Jungkook’s protest. He hooks a hand around Jimin’s neck and practically yanks him from the chair and into the line of the phone, ignoring his struggles and protests. It takes putting him in a headlock, and Jungkook is so embarrassed.
“Smile, babies,” Taehyung says and follows his own command with his wide, exaggerated boxy smile.
Jungkook tries, he really does.
Taehyung pushes Jimin away and then taps out something on Jungkook’s phone.
“Hyung,” Jungkook whines. “What are you doing?”
Taehyung hands the phone back to him. There’s a message waiting to be sent that says: You look so good. These are my friends.
Jungkook bites his lips and starts to delete it, and then changes his mind. That’s ... flirting, right? And as with the night before, it’s much easier over a text message. He changes the word “friends” to “idiots” and sends the message with the picture.
Yoongi:
Cute. Especially you. Send me one of just you?
Jungkook blushes even harder, but the teacher returns to the classroom, calling everyone to order before he can and he hastily puts his phone away before it’s confiscated. It vibrates a couple more times during the lecture.
After class, he can’t get out of the building fast enough, Taehyung and Jimin following behind.
Yoongi:
??? No picture???
Ah, sorry, you’re in class. When you get done, send me one, so I can set it as your contact picture.
Namjoon is an idiot and broke my headphones.
Why am I friends with these people?
There’s a picture of a pouting Namjoon, holding up Yoongi’s broken Bose headphones.
Jungkook laughs.
The next text is almost an hour after the one about the headphones, sent about ten minutes ago. It’s a link to an audio file.
Yoongi:
Here’s that song and the working lyrics, kid. Tell me what you think. Still waiting for a picture...
“Fuck, hyungs, I need to take a really good selca. Help.”
Taehyung smiles. An evil cruel little smile that has Jungkook swallowing in fear.
“W-what?”
Taehyung flings his arm around Jungkook’s shoulder and steers him toward a nearby fountain. He almost pushes him to the concrete edge and then kneels in front of him. He pulls out a tube of what looks like makeup.
“H-hyung! Stop it.”
Taehyung glares at him. “Just a tiny bit. Trust me.”
Jungkook pouts, but he does trust Taehyung, and lets him dab a bit of makeup on his cheeks, and then a tiny bit of eyeliner. He draws the line at lipstick and no amount of pouting makes him change his mind. Taehyung eventually covers his own lips with it. It’s a faded pink color, almost like the soft petals of a rose. It looks really good with Taehyung’s darker skin.
“Gay,” Jimin sings.
“Bisexual,” Taehyung sings back.
Jimin’s eyes go wide. “What?”
Taehyung rolls his eyes. “Nothing. This is not about me right now.”
And then he snags Jungkook’s phone from him and dances away.
“Hyung!”
“Take off your school jacket,” Taehyung says, messing with his phone. “You really don’t want to remind Yoongi-shi that you’re only seventeen.”
“He is right,” Jimin says.
Jungkook blushes as he takes off his school jacket, and then his tie, leaving him in his white shirt. Jimin unbuttons the top few buttons, and Jungkook tries to keep it closed with his hands.
But of course, his hyungs win, and with a sigh, he sits back, looks up at the sky and wonders why he’s still friends with these idiots.
“Fuck,” Taehyung whispers. “That is really sexy.”
Jungkook looks over at him and sees his own phone pointed at him. “Are you already taking pictures?” he screeches, curling up around himself.
Taehyung laughs. “Duh. Now come on, smile.”
Jungkook crosses his arms and squirms in embarrassment.
“Kookie, come on. You’re sexy, just relax.”
“This isn’t a photoshoot,” Jimin points out.
Taehyung grins. “Yes, it is.”
“Hyung, please, ... “
Taehyung moves in close to him and whispers, “Look up, like a selca. There you go. Bite your lip. Just do it. Fuck. You really are so completely oblivious to how fuckable you are, Kookie.”
Jungkook whines and tries to hide his face, but Taehyung grips his wrist.
“Now you’re just doing this for your own enjoyment,” Jimin snaps. “You’re making him uncomfortable.”
Taehyung glances over at him, face impassive and then lifts an eyebrow. “Or are you uncomfortable, Jiminnie? You’re incredibly fuckable too, you know.”
Jimin’s eyes narrow and Taehyung turns his attention back to Jungkook. There’s tension in his shoulders and in his eyes, and his face looks really sad.
Frowning, Jungkook touches his arm.
Taehyung smiles at him and shakes his head and whispers, “It’s fine. He’s my best friend.”
And Jungkook understands. Taehyung has a crush. On Jimin. He wonders how long he’s been in love with him. And Jimin is straight. He thinks. He thought Taehyung was straight until about three minutes ago.
Taehyung moves away from him. “Lace your hands behind your head and lean back a little, legs straight. And fuck, smile.”
Jungkook bites his lip and then tries his best to smile, looking right at the camera. Taehyung takes a lot of pictures and tells him to sit in different poses, but most of them are natural things, turning his head this way or that way.
“I wish I had my real camera,” he mutters. “You’re amazing. Jiminie, go sit by him.”
“Why?”
“Because you two are my best friends and I want pictures of you both together.”
Jimin shrugs and sits next to Jungkook. He’s still acting a little stiff, but Jungkook digs his fingers into his ribs to get him to laugh, and Taehyung’s deeper laughter warbles over to him while he takes pictures. A few minutes later, Taehyung joins them on the concrete ledge, the phone held up to take a bunch of silly selcas.
After a few more minutes of acting like idiots, Taehyung says, “That’s enough,” and he starts scrolling through all the pictures.
Jungkook lets him, laying back on the concrete ledge and letting his fingers trail through the water of the fountain.
“Or maybe one or two more.”
Jungkook glances up and hears Taehyung’s breath hitch. He blushes and looks at the water dancing from the fountain.
“Are you really bisexual?” Jimin asks Taehyung.
Taehyung shrugs. “Sure, I guess. I mean. I don’t really care. Girl, boy, whatever. I like people. It’s just the word that fits me best, I guess.”
“Have you done anything with a boy?”
Taehyung glances over at him. “Define anything.”
“You know what I mean. You’ve been with girls, slept with them, have you done that with boys?”
Taehyung looks back at the phone, frowning a little bit. “Yes. I did everything with guys before girls. I lost my virginity to a guy.”
“Who?”
“No one you know.”
“How do you know?”
“I just do.”
“Tell me his name?”
“Why?”
“Because I want to know!”
“It’s none of your business.”
“Yes, it is!”
“Why?”
“Because I’m your best friend and you should have told me this shit.”
Taehyung rolls his eyes. “Shut up, Jimin, it’s not ... it’s not ... just shut up.”
Jimin looks hurt.
Jungkook doesn't know what to say.
“Here. And you’re welcome,” Taehyung says and gives Jungkook his phone back. “I have to go.”
“Tae-” Jimin starts and Taehyung saunters away, a middle finger in the air.
“What ... what ... what just happened?” Jimin asks, still staring after Taehyung.
Jungkook shrugs. “I have no idea. I think he might like you. Like, I think he has a crush on you and he’s getting tired of having to hide it and getting tired of how much it hurts him.”
Jimin puts his face in his hands. “Fuck. You really think he likes me?”
His phone vibrates and he glances down at it.
Yoongi:
Shit, kid. I just asked for a selca.
Confused, Jungkook scrolls up and sees that Taehyung had sent Yoongi so many of the pictures, including the candid ones of him blushing and the one of him with his arms behind his head, soul mark tattoo on full display with a mint green smudge. And the one of him laying back with his hand in the water. It’s a good picture.
“Fucking hell, Taehyung,” Jungkook mutters, feeling heat on his cheeks.
“What?”
He shows Jimin what Taehyung did.
Jimin laughs. “I’m not really surprised, are you?”
“I guess not.”
Jungkook:
Sorry. TaeTae-hyung decided I needed to be in a photoshoot. I didn’t realize he sent them all to you.
Yoongi:
It’s fine. I can’t really complain. You look amazing.
Jungkook blushes and sends back a single heart. When he hits another button, he notices that Taehyung sent himself some of the pictures too. Pictures mostly of Jimin. When he had Jimin join Jungkook by the fountain, he hadn’t really been taking pictures of both of them. Just Jimin.
“Yeah, he likes you,” Jungkook whispers and shows him one particular picture where Jimin and Jungkook are laughing their asses off, and Taehyung is staring at Jimin with such a look of want on his face that Jungkook is sure his phone is going to catch fire.
Jimin takes a deep breath. “I don't ... I’m not ... I’m not attracted to guys though.”
Jungkook bites his lower lip. “Taehyung is different, and you know it. You’ve been friends for most of your life and there’s affection there, and love, and ... I don’t know. Even you can’t keep your eyes off him when he’s singing or when he’s messing with his hair.”
“I don’t--”
“Has he ever touched his mark?” Jungkook asks, pointing to JImin’s thigh.
Jimin sighs. “Once, a really really long time ago. It kind of hurt, so ...”
“Reflecting his own pain, or yours?”
“Shut up, maknae, you’re not supposed to say shit that makes sense. You’re younger than me. What should I do?”
“Let him touch it again. Let it tell you.”
“Shit, I have to go after him, don’t I?”
“Yes.”
“And you have to go home before you get into more trouble.”
Jungkook nods. “Yeah, that would be bad.”
“Hey,” Jimin says and nudges his foot. “You know I’m kidding right, about the gay jokes? I shouldn’t keep making them, and I’ll try to stop, but I don’t think there’s anything wrong with you for liking boys. Okay?”
Jungkook nods. “I know, hyung. But thank you.”
Jimin is silent as they walk toward their neighborhood. Jimin and Taehyung live in the same building, and Jungkook lives one street over. Jungkook thinks about warning Taehyung and decides not to. Jimin might chicken out and he doesn’t want Taehyung to be disappointed as well as hurt.
Jimin gives him a half wave and a weak smile as he enters his building and Jungkook keeps walking up the hill to his own house. His mom is a little upset that he wasn’t home right after school, but he makes up something about his music teacher talking to him about his composition that is due in a couple of weeks.
His mother is really supportive of him wanting to be a singer, but that doesn’t mean she lets him slack off in other things, so instead of listening to Yoongi’s track right away, which he wants to do, he does his homework and studies and works hard until dinnertime.
Jungkook waits until he’s in bed, an earbud in his ear and listens to the track. The song is only about three minutes right now. There’s a really heavy beat through the first part and Jungkook imagines Yoongi rapping lines over it. The melody parts are beautiful and he reads through the lyrics a few times to match them with the song. He tries singing it too, but doesn’t want to get caught.
The song is about love, strangely enough. Yoongi included the rap portion of the lyrics, and it’s a mad-dash of feelings all over the place that all boil down to your soul being torn out of your chest. And then the melody. The song that drags an unwilling hope back into the heart. There is not a single mention of a soulmate or a soul mark, and that’s why Jungkook likes it. It sounds more like you’re allowed to accept yourself and choose your own destiny and love who you want instead of who your mark represents.
He sends Yoongi a text.
Jungkook:
This song is beautiful.
Jungkook is halfway through the song again when he gets a reply.
Yoongi:
So you pretty pretty pretty. Want to kiss you.
Jungkook’s eyes widen and he bites his lip against a squeak. He has no idea what to say.
Yoongi:
Why 17? Why ... fate fuck hates me ... fuck soul fuck mark
Only fuckin 17 fuck
Jungkook bites his lip, trying to decipher that message.
Jungkook:
Are you drunk?
Yoongi:
Hope so ... drunk means forgetting ... forgetting shit like cute and soul fucking marks and pretty things. Why is Jungkookie so pretty, hyung?
Jungkook lets himself smile and relax a little bit. Yoongi must be out of it if he thinks he’s texting someone else.
Jungkook:
Is someone there to take care of you?
Yoongi:
Jin-hyung is sucking Joonie’s face off.
Fuck, I want suck Jungkook’s face off so much. Or his dick.
Yeah, want that.
Jungkook screenshots the conversation and sends it to Taehyung with a panicked: HELP!
Taehyung sends back laughing emoticons and that’s it.
Jungkook:
Fuck you, what do I do?
TaeTae-hyung:
You’re handling it fine. At least you know he’s gay.
Jungkook:
Ugh, I hate you.
Did Jimin talk to you?
Instead of a text reply, he gets a picture. The light is low in Taehyung’s bedroom, but it’s obvious that he is not alone in his bed and the black hair falling over his bare shoulder belongs to Jimin.
Jungkook:
OMG WHAT IS THAT?
TaeTae-hyung:
A lady doesn’t kiss and tell.
Jungkook:
OMG THIS EPIC. WHAT HAPPENED?
Instead of a text, Taehyung calls him, whispering in the silence of his room.
“What happened?” Jungkook demands.
Taehyung sighs. “I ... I don’t know. He came to talk to me, and we yelled at each other, and my mom was freaking out because we were yelling, and I mean, I’m strong, but he’s so much stronger than me, and he had me pinned to the bed and he pressed his entire palm against his sunflower and it was like ... a skin-surface orgasm over my entire body.”
Jungkook imagines that feeling and squirms a little, thinking of how he felt tingling along his skin when Yoongi touched him.
“And then ... I don’t know. We made out. He let me touch his soul mark and he cried and he ... he isn’t sure what he’s going to do now.”
“You made out.”
“Yeah, it was ... I'm so in love with him, Jungkookie. I don’t know what do. What should I do?”
Smirking, Jungkook says, “You’re handling it fine.”
“Hate you.”
Jungkook laughs. “I mean, he’s in bed with you, and you don’t have a shirt on, so I’m assuming things are okay.”
Taehyung sighs. “I don’t know. He ... he says he’s attracted to me, but he likes girls, and I’m ... I’m--” He breaks off with a pained noise full of so much hope and hurt. “I don’t want to be his little experiment, you know? But I'm willing to let him use me.”
“The soul mark isn’t wrong.”
“But it isn’t always right when it comes to love.”
That can be painfully true.
“What about you?” Taehyung says, his voice begging to change the topic.
“Thanks for embarrassing me by sending all those pictures.”
Taehyung chuckles. “You’re welcome. Looks like it worked out.”
“Yeah. This song he wants me to sing is so pretty.”
“You’ll let me hear it?”
“I’ll ask Yoongi. When he isn’t drunk.”
“That’s hilarious.”
There’s a sound down the line and Jungkook smiles, recognizing Jimin’s voice.
“I’m going to go,” Taehyung says quietly.
“See you tomorrow.”
“Yeah.”
They hang up and Jungkook notices he has a text message.
Yoongi:
Oh god, Yoongi-yah is going to hate himself tomorrow. Sorry, Jungkookie. This is Seokjin. I swear, I take my eyes off that boy for one second ...
Jungkook laughs.
Jungkook:
It’s okay. Is he okay?
Yoongi:
He’ll be fine, but I am not deleting these texts because the only way to learn is to be embarrassed.
Sleep well, Jungkook. I can’t wait to meet you!
Jungkook can’t stop smiling, and his dreams are again full of smiles and mint green clouds.
In the morning, he sort of forgets that he has a new mark on his soul tattoo and his mother grabs his wrist roughly and demands, “What is this?”
Jungkook winces. “Um, a new soul mark?”
“When did you get this?”
“Two days ago, just ... I ...”
“Who is it?”
Jungkook sighs. He can’t lie to his mother. He explains about seeing the mint green hair and then spending the time with Yoongi in his studio. He also tells her about Yoongi’s soul mark, that it’s a music note right in the same place as this smudge of color.
“So is his soul mark a shapeless smudge?”
Jungkook shakes his head. “I don’t know. He didn’t say what it signifies. But this mark looks like it and it matches, really really well.”
“How old is he?”
Jungkook was dreading that question. “Twenty-two,” he whispers.
His mother’s eyes narrow.
“It’s not a big deal,” Jungkook says. “He likes music. He’s a composer. He sells songs to singers. He’s really nice, Mom. I promise.”
She shakes her head. “And is he why you were out until eleven on Wednesday?”
Jungkook nods. “I lost track of time while he was showing me all the audio and mixing equipment at his studio. He wants to teach me. I want to learn.”
“If your grades slip even by one percent--”
“They won’t, Mom. I promise. I want to get into a good college too.”
“I want to meet him.”
Jungkook swallows. He was afraid of that. “I ... I ... okay. He’s kind of ...”
“Kind of?”
Jungkook winces. “I don’t know how to explain him. He’s a little cold, but he bought me food without me even having to ask, and he walked me to the bus stop on Wednesday night, and he ... he’s really nice. I don’t want you to not like him because he appears cold when he really isn’t.”
“I will be the judge of that. Hurry up. You don’t want to be late for school.”
Jungkook nods and eats quickly. His heart hammers in his chest, his breath grows a little short. What if his mother says he can’t see Yoongi again? He still will, of course, but he doesn’t want to lie to his mother.
On his way to school, his phone vibrates.
Yoongi:
Fuck ...
Jungkook laughs and instead of replying to the text, he calls.
Yoongi’s hello is quiet.
“Hi, Yoongi-shi. How are you feeling?” Jungkook is overly polite and sweet, with underlying sarcasm in his voice.
“Yah, kid, shut up.”
“Are you okay?” Jungkook asks with a laugh.
“Yeah, just ... I’m sorry.”
“Really, it’s fine,” Jungkook says even as his cheek flush.
“I owe Seokjin-hyung a lot for taking my phone away from me. I have no idea what I was thinking.”
“Drinking does that, I hear.”
Yoongi snorts. “Never been drunk?”
“Only on music.”
It’s really quiet and Jungkook checks to make sure their call is still connected.
“Music,” Yoongi whispers.
“Music,” Jungkook returns. “The song is gorgeous.” It’s mostly a gasp of breath.
“Thanks.”
“Do you mind if I show it to my friends?”
“Your two idiots?”
Jungkook laughs. “Yeah.”
“No, I don’t mind.”
“I’m not grounded anymore tomorrow,” Jungkook says softly.
“Good. You can come by and sing for me.”
Jungkook flushes and tries not to think of the implications that the word “sing” means. His school building looms closer and he hears the chatter of students around him. “I have to go,” he says with a bit of a whine. “Apparently, Taehyung and Jimin hooked up last night, and I have to do some damage control.”
“Why does that need damage control?”
“I was pretty sure they were both straight yesterday. I have no idea what’s going on today.”
Yoongi chuckles. “Okay, I’m going back to sleep anyway. I woke up with a pounding headache, checked my phone, and yeah. I’m sorry about the texts.”
“It’s fine.”
“It really isn’t. You’re only seventeen.”
“It really is,” Jungkook insists but clamps down on a confession that he doesn’t want to make over the phone, how he wants Yoongi to kiss him too, how he couldn’t sleep for a little while because he was thinking of Yoongi’s mouth around his dick.
Yoongi sighs and drops it. “Have a great day.”
“Have a great nap.”
“All naps are great.”
They say goodbye, and Jungkook smiles to himself as he enters the school. There are a few minutes before class starts and Jungkook can’t find Taehyung or Jimin anywhere. They aren’t in the classroom, in the courtyard, in the lobby, in the library. He doesn’t have time to check the back stairwell or the roof. He doesn’t text them, not yet, he will if they aren’t in class.
He sits at his desk and listens to the song again, mouthing the lyrics and doing his best to memorize them. He wants to be perfect before tomorrow.
Just as the bell rings, Taehyung and Jimin fall into the classroom, ignoring the teacher’s disapproval at them almost being late.
Jungkook raises an eyebrow at them, but has no chance to ask them any questions.
Taehyung smiles wide at him, and Jimin won’t meet his eyes.
During the first break, Jimin is out of the classroom almost before the teacher is, only remembering to bow and let him out first out of a sense of duty.
Jungkook looks at Taehyung, who only smiles.
“He thinks he has a neon sign above his head declaring to the world that he’s gay now,” Taehyung whispers. “He’ll be fine.”
Jungkook chuckles. “You two are okay?”
“Mostly. He’s still ..” Taehyun frowns and glances at the door. “He tried to toss it away as a one off this morning.”
“I bet you didn’t let that slide.”
“Fuck no.”
“So ...” Jungkook prompted with a waggle of his eyebrows.
Taehyung smiles and keeps his voice low as he whispers, “We didn’t really do anything. I mean. We made out and ...” His cheeks pink a little bit. “Handjobs, really, that’s it. He spent the night. This morning he tried to be cold, tried to shrug it off, but it’s Jiminnie, he doesn’t have a mean bone in his body. We were almost late because I had to make sure that my lips were imprinted on his, and we had to go back to his apartment for him to change.” Taehyung looks up at the ceiling with a sigh. “I swear, if this doesn’t work out, I’m going to punch whatever god decided giving us soul marks was a good idea.”
“Fate really is fucked up.”
“Yeah.” He blinks rapidly a few times, and Jungkook thinks he’s fighting off tears. “Tell me about your man.”
Jungkook smiles and lets Taehyung change the subject. “We talked this morning. He apologized for the texts.”
Taehyung scoffed. “I hope you didn’t let that slide.”
Jungkook shook his head. “Definitely not. Here, listen to this.” He takes out his earbuds and plugs them into his phone, giving one to Taehyung to listen to the song. Halfway through, Jimin comes back, looking a bit sheepish as he sits next to them. He leans closer when Jungkook beckons him to listen to the song too.
“It’s a gorgeous song,” Jimin says.
“He’s so good,” Jungkook gushes, and then blushes when they both chuckle at him. “He has lyrics to it that he wants me to sing on Saturday. I’m going to go to his studio again.”
“And fulfill his sexting comments,” Jimin says.
“No, no, no,” Jungkook says and buries his face in his arms. “No. He ... he called, this morning, and apologized and I just ... no ... no.”
Taehyung ruffled his hair. “I wouldn’t be chanting no too much around him. You won’t have all your dreams come true if you do.”
“Shut up,” Jungkook hisses, “or I'm going to start revealing all your dreams.” He glances at Jimin who blushes and looks away.
But Taehyung smirks. “Better sooner than later. It will probably help me out.”
Jimin is saved by the teacher returning.
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Part 4: Cuddles
Part 2: Music and a Heart
Part 1: Mint Green Smudge
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Pairing: Yoongi/Jungkook (BTS)
Rating: Eventual NC17
Disclaimer: They are slowly taking over my soul to the point that I almost feel like I might be able to own them.
Summary: Jeon Jungkook’s soul mark is a music staff tattooed on his forearm. Every now and then a flare of pain will burn its way up his arm and another note is added. The strangest thing about the newest mark is that it isn’t a note and it isn’t black. It’s just a smudge. Of color. Mint green in the center, fading to deep blue around the edges.
Min Yoongi’s soul mark tattoo is a smudge of dark ink with faded thin lines of white scratched into it. If he squints, the scars sort of look like a music staff. When a new burst of pain manifests as a mint green music note in the darkest spot of black, Yoongi curses fate and his inability to stay away from all things cute. Because soul marks lie, and fate is a cruel bitch from hell.
A/N: This fic isn't done. I'm not sure how consistent I will be with updates
BTS, left to right = Taehyung (V), Yoongi (Suga), Seokjin (Jin), Jungkook, Namjoon (Rap Monster) Jimin, Hoseok (Hobi, JHope)
Part 3:
Jungkook is going to blame fate. It’s all fate’s fault for the dreams that weave through his brain, the way Yoongi’s smile randomly pops up in his head during class, the way his voice echoes in his ears.
“Your eyes look like hearts and there are random bursts of flowers and pink things dancing around your head,” Taehyung says during a break, waving his hand around Jungkook’s head like he’s swatting away bugs. He sits on Jungkook’s desk, and Jimin slides into the empty seat next to him. There are sounds of their classmates talking and moving through the room.
Jungkook looks at his desk and bites his lip. Instead of talking, he shows them their text messages.
Taehyung whistles, a leer of a smirk on his lips. “He’s a dirty, dirty man.”
“Shut up,” Jungkook whispers. “He ... he ... his soul mark is--” He wonders if he should continue. Yoongi hides his soul mark, and he showed Jungkook because ... well, Jungkook isn’t sure why he showed him. “The mark on his arm for me is in the exact same place and it’s a mint green music note,” is what he finally settles on. “Yoongi-shi touched ... touched mine, and I felt ... he ... god, I can’t explain it. It was the perfect feeling, the perfect sensation.”
“You let him touch ... already ...” Jimin trails off and shakes his head. “You need to be careful.”
Jungkook nods and tells them, start to finish, about going to the studio. He leaves out personal details about Yoongi’s soul mark, about the cutting scars that are sort of hidden in the black smudge, because that isn’t his pain to tell.
“And now I’m grounded because I didn’t get home until almost eleven.”
Taehyung whistles and Jimin winces in sympathy.
“Sucks, man. For how long.”
“Just until tomorrow. But my curfew on weekdays now is eight until I can show that I’m responsible enough to be out until ten.”
“Your parents are harsh, dude,” Taehyung says.
Jungkook shrugs. “It’s not a big deal. I can’t really afford to be distracted. This is probably the worst time to have a soul mark flare on my arm.”
His phone suddenly lights up with a message, and Jungkook smiles widely.
Yoongi:
I slept for almost 6 hours, are you happy now?
Jungkook giggles and sends back smiles.
Yoongi:
Ah, cute.
Hey, aren’t you in school, kid?
Jungkook:
It’s break time for a few more minutes.
“Wow,” Taehyung says. “You seriously have it bad.”
Jungkook blushes.
And then dies a little when Yoongi sends him a selca.
“Wow. He’s really really hot,” Taehyung says. “Like not eye-fucking hot handsome, but like ... simple and rough, low-key, come-hither fucking. He pulls that mint hair off really well.”
Jimin snorts. “Your gay is showing.”
Taehyung smiles over at him. “So?”
Jimin rolls his eyes. “Are you going to send him a picture back?”
His phone is suddenly snatched from his hand, and Taehyung ignores Jungkook’s protest. He hooks a hand around Jimin’s neck and practically yanks him from the chair and into the line of the phone, ignoring his struggles and protests. It takes putting him in a headlock, and Jungkook is so embarrassed.
“Smile, babies,” Taehyung says and follows his own command with his wide, exaggerated boxy smile.
Jungkook tries, he really does.
Taehyung pushes Jimin away and then taps out something on Jungkook’s phone.
“Hyung,” Jungkook whines. “What are you doing?”
Taehyung hands the phone back to him. There’s a message waiting to be sent that says: You look so good. These are my friends.
Jungkook bites his lips and starts to delete it, and then changes his mind. That’s ... flirting, right? And as with the night before, it’s much easier over a text message. He changes the word “friends” to “idiots” and sends the message with the picture.
Yoongi:
Cute. Especially you. Send me one of just you?
Jungkook blushes even harder, but the teacher returns to the classroom, calling everyone to order before he can and he hastily puts his phone away before it’s confiscated. It vibrates a couple more times during the lecture.
After class, he can’t get out of the building fast enough, Taehyung and Jimin following behind.
Yoongi:
??? No picture???
Ah, sorry, you’re in class. When you get done, send me one, so I can set it as your contact picture.
Namjoon is an idiot and broke my headphones.
Why am I friends with these people?
There’s a picture of a pouting Namjoon, holding up Yoongi’s broken Bose headphones.
Jungkook laughs.
The next text is almost an hour after the one about the headphones, sent about ten minutes ago. It’s a link to an audio file.
Yoongi:
Here’s that song and the working lyrics, kid. Tell me what you think. Still waiting for a picture...
“Fuck, hyungs, I need to take a really good selca. Help.”
Taehyung smiles. An evil cruel little smile that has Jungkook swallowing in fear.
“W-what?”
Taehyung flings his arm around Jungkook’s shoulder and steers him toward a nearby fountain. He almost pushes him to the concrete edge and then kneels in front of him. He pulls out a tube of what looks like makeup.
“H-hyung! Stop it.”
Taehyung glares at him. “Just a tiny bit. Trust me.”
Jungkook pouts, but he does trust Taehyung, and lets him dab a bit of makeup on his cheeks, and then a tiny bit of eyeliner. He draws the line at lipstick and no amount of pouting makes him change his mind. Taehyung eventually covers his own lips with it. It’s a faded pink color, almost like the soft petals of a rose. It looks really good with Taehyung’s darker skin.
“Gay,” Jimin sings.
“Bisexual,” Taehyung sings back.
Jimin’s eyes go wide. “What?”
Taehyung rolls his eyes. “Nothing. This is not about me right now.”
And then he snags Jungkook’s phone from him and dances away.
“Hyung!”
“Take off your school jacket,” Taehyung says, messing with his phone. “You really don’t want to remind Yoongi-shi that you’re only seventeen.”
“He is right,” Jimin says.
Jungkook blushes as he takes off his school jacket, and then his tie, leaving him in his white shirt. Jimin unbuttons the top few buttons, and Jungkook tries to keep it closed with his hands.
But of course, his hyungs win, and with a sigh, he sits back, looks up at the sky and wonders why he’s still friends with these idiots.
“Fuck,” Taehyung whispers. “That is really sexy.”
Jungkook looks over at him and sees his own phone pointed at him. “Are you already taking pictures?” he screeches, curling up around himself.
Taehyung laughs. “Duh. Now come on, smile.”
Jungkook crosses his arms and squirms in embarrassment.
“Kookie, come on. You’re sexy, just relax.”
“This isn’t a photoshoot,” Jimin points out.
Taehyung grins. “Yes, it is.”
“Hyung, please, ... “
Taehyung moves in close to him and whispers, “Look up, like a selca. There you go. Bite your lip. Just do it. Fuck. You really are so completely oblivious to how fuckable you are, Kookie.”
Jungkook whines and tries to hide his face, but Taehyung grips his wrist.
“Now you’re just doing this for your own enjoyment,” Jimin snaps. “You’re making him uncomfortable.”
Taehyung glances over at him, face impassive and then lifts an eyebrow. “Or are you uncomfortable, Jiminnie? You’re incredibly fuckable too, you know.”
Jimin’s eyes narrow and Taehyung turns his attention back to Jungkook. There’s tension in his shoulders and in his eyes, and his face looks really sad.
Frowning, Jungkook touches his arm.
Taehyung smiles at him and shakes his head and whispers, “It’s fine. He’s my best friend.”
And Jungkook understands. Taehyung has a crush. On Jimin. He wonders how long he’s been in love with him. And Jimin is straight. He thinks. He thought Taehyung was straight until about three minutes ago.
Taehyung moves away from him. “Lace your hands behind your head and lean back a little, legs straight. And fuck, smile.”
Jungkook bites his lip and then tries his best to smile, looking right at the camera. Taehyung takes a lot of pictures and tells him to sit in different poses, but most of them are natural things, turning his head this way or that way.
“I wish I had my real camera,” he mutters. “You’re amazing. Jiminie, go sit by him.”
“Why?”
“Because you two are my best friends and I want pictures of you both together.”
Jimin shrugs and sits next to Jungkook. He’s still acting a little stiff, but Jungkook digs his fingers into his ribs to get him to laugh, and Taehyung’s deeper laughter warbles over to him while he takes pictures. A few minutes later, Taehyung joins them on the concrete ledge, the phone held up to take a bunch of silly selcas.
After a few more minutes of acting like idiots, Taehyung says, “That’s enough,” and he starts scrolling through all the pictures.
Jungkook lets him, laying back on the concrete ledge and letting his fingers trail through the water of the fountain.
“Or maybe one or two more.”
Jungkook glances up and hears Taehyung’s breath hitch. He blushes and looks at the water dancing from the fountain.
“Are you really bisexual?” Jimin asks Taehyung.
Taehyung shrugs. “Sure, I guess. I mean. I don’t really care. Girl, boy, whatever. I like people. It’s just the word that fits me best, I guess.”
“Have you done anything with a boy?”
Taehyung glances over at him. “Define anything.”
“You know what I mean. You’ve been with girls, slept with them, have you done that with boys?”
Taehyung looks back at the phone, frowning a little bit. “Yes. I did everything with guys before girls. I lost my virginity to a guy.”
“Who?”
“No one you know.”
“How do you know?”
“I just do.”
“Tell me his name?”
“Why?”
“Because I want to know!”
“It’s none of your business.”
“Yes, it is!”
“Why?”
“Because I’m your best friend and you should have told me this shit.”
Taehyung rolls his eyes. “Shut up, Jimin, it’s not ... it’s not ... just shut up.”
Jimin looks hurt.
Jungkook doesn't know what to say.
“Here. And you’re welcome,” Taehyung says and gives Jungkook his phone back. “I have to go.”
“Tae-” Jimin starts and Taehyung saunters away, a middle finger in the air.
“What ... what ... what just happened?” Jimin asks, still staring after Taehyung.
Jungkook shrugs. “I have no idea. I think he might like you. Like, I think he has a crush on you and he’s getting tired of having to hide it and getting tired of how much it hurts him.”
Jimin puts his face in his hands. “Fuck. You really think he likes me?”
His phone vibrates and he glances down at it.
Yoongi:
Shit, kid. I just asked for a selca.
Confused, Jungkook scrolls up and sees that Taehyung had sent Yoongi so many of the pictures, including the candid ones of him blushing and the one of him with his arms behind his head, soul mark tattoo on full display with a mint green smudge. And the one of him laying back with his hand in the water. It’s a good picture.
“Fucking hell, Taehyung,” Jungkook mutters, feeling heat on his cheeks.
“What?”
He shows Jimin what Taehyung did.
Jimin laughs. “I’m not really surprised, are you?”
“I guess not.”
Jungkook:
Sorry. TaeTae-hyung decided I needed to be in a photoshoot. I didn’t realize he sent them all to you.
Yoongi:
It’s fine. I can’t really complain. You look amazing.
Jungkook blushes and sends back a single heart. When he hits another button, he notices that Taehyung sent himself some of the pictures too. Pictures mostly of Jimin. When he had Jimin join Jungkook by the fountain, he hadn’t really been taking pictures of both of them. Just Jimin.
“Yeah, he likes you,” Jungkook whispers and shows him one particular picture where Jimin and Jungkook are laughing their asses off, and Taehyung is staring at Jimin with such a look of want on his face that Jungkook is sure his phone is going to catch fire.
Jimin takes a deep breath. “I don't ... I’m not ... I’m not attracted to guys though.”
Jungkook bites his lower lip. “Taehyung is different, and you know it. You’ve been friends for most of your life and there’s affection there, and love, and ... I don’t know. Even you can’t keep your eyes off him when he’s singing or when he’s messing with his hair.”
“I don’t--”
“Has he ever touched his mark?” Jungkook asks, pointing to JImin’s thigh.
Jimin sighs. “Once, a really really long time ago. It kind of hurt, so ...”
“Reflecting his own pain, or yours?”
“Shut up, maknae, you’re not supposed to say shit that makes sense. You’re younger than me. What should I do?”
“Let him touch it again. Let it tell you.”
“Shit, I have to go after him, don’t I?”
“Yes.”
“And you have to go home before you get into more trouble.”
Jungkook nods. “Yeah, that would be bad.”
“Hey,” Jimin says and nudges his foot. “You know I’m kidding right, about the gay jokes? I shouldn’t keep making them, and I’ll try to stop, but I don’t think there’s anything wrong with you for liking boys. Okay?”
Jungkook nods. “I know, hyung. But thank you.”
Jimin is silent as they walk toward their neighborhood. Jimin and Taehyung live in the same building, and Jungkook lives one street over. Jungkook thinks about warning Taehyung and decides not to. Jimin might chicken out and he doesn’t want Taehyung to be disappointed as well as hurt.
Jimin gives him a half wave and a weak smile as he enters his building and Jungkook keeps walking up the hill to his own house. His mom is a little upset that he wasn’t home right after school, but he makes up something about his music teacher talking to him about his composition that is due in a couple of weeks.
His mother is really supportive of him wanting to be a singer, but that doesn’t mean she lets him slack off in other things, so instead of listening to Yoongi’s track right away, which he wants to do, he does his homework and studies and works hard until dinnertime.
Jungkook waits until he’s in bed, an earbud in his ear and listens to the track. The song is only about three minutes right now. There’s a really heavy beat through the first part and Jungkook imagines Yoongi rapping lines over it. The melody parts are beautiful and he reads through the lyrics a few times to match them with the song. He tries singing it too, but doesn’t want to get caught.
The song is about love, strangely enough. Yoongi included the rap portion of the lyrics, and it’s a mad-dash of feelings all over the place that all boil down to your soul being torn out of your chest. And then the melody. The song that drags an unwilling hope back into the heart. There is not a single mention of a soulmate or a soul mark, and that’s why Jungkook likes it. It sounds more like you’re allowed to accept yourself and choose your own destiny and love who you want instead of who your mark represents.
He sends Yoongi a text.
Jungkook:
This song is beautiful.
Jungkook is halfway through the song again when he gets a reply.
Yoongi:
So you pretty pretty pretty. Want to kiss you.
Jungkook’s eyes widen and he bites his lip against a squeak. He has no idea what to say.
Yoongi:
Why 17? Why ... fate fuck hates me ... fuck soul fuck mark
Only fuckin 17 fuck
Jungkook bites his lip, trying to decipher that message.
Jungkook:
Are you drunk?
Yoongi:
Hope so ... drunk means forgetting ... forgetting shit like cute and soul fucking marks and pretty things. Why is Jungkookie so pretty, hyung?
Jungkook lets himself smile and relax a little bit. Yoongi must be out of it if he thinks he’s texting someone else.
Jungkook:
Is someone there to take care of you?
Yoongi:
Jin-hyung is sucking Joonie’s face off.
Fuck, I want suck Jungkook’s face off so much. Or his dick.
Yeah, want that.
Jungkook screenshots the conversation and sends it to Taehyung with a panicked: HELP!
Taehyung sends back laughing emoticons and that’s it.
Jungkook:
Fuck you, what do I do?
TaeTae-hyung:
You’re handling it fine. At least you know he’s gay.
Jungkook:
Ugh, I hate you.
Did Jimin talk to you?
Instead of a text reply, he gets a picture. The light is low in Taehyung’s bedroom, but it’s obvious that he is not alone in his bed and the black hair falling over his bare shoulder belongs to Jimin.
Jungkook:
OMG WHAT IS THAT?
TaeTae-hyung:
A lady doesn’t kiss and tell.
Jungkook:
OMG THIS EPIC. WHAT HAPPENED?
Instead of a text, Taehyung calls him, whispering in the silence of his room.
“What happened?” Jungkook demands.
Taehyung sighs. “I ... I don’t know. He came to talk to me, and we yelled at each other, and my mom was freaking out because we were yelling, and I mean, I’m strong, but he’s so much stronger than me, and he had me pinned to the bed and he pressed his entire palm against his sunflower and it was like ... a skin-surface orgasm over my entire body.”
Jungkook imagines that feeling and squirms a little, thinking of how he felt tingling along his skin when Yoongi touched him.
“And then ... I don’t know. We made out. He let me touch his soul mark and he cried and he ... he isn’t sure what he’s going to do now.”
“You made out.”
“Yeah, it was ... I'm so in love with him, Jungkookie. I don’t know what do. What should I do?”
Smirking, Jungkook says, “You’re handling it fine.”
“Hate you.”
Jungkook laughs. “I mean, he’s in bed with you, and you don’t have a shirt on, so I’m assuming things are okay.”
Taehyung sighs. “I don’t know. He ... he says he’s attracted to me, but he likes girls, and I’m ... I’m--” He breaks off with a pained noise full of so much hope and hurt. “I don’t want to be his little experiment, you know? But I'm willing to let him use me.”
“The soul mark isn’t wrong.”
“But it isn’t always right when it comes to love.”
That can be painfully true.
“What about you?” Taehyung says, his voice begging to change the topic.
“Thanks for embarrassing me by sending all those pictures.”
Taehyung chuckles. “You’re welcome. Looks like it worked out.”
“Yeah. This song he wants me to sing is so pretty.”
“You’ll let me hear it?”
“I’ll ask Yoongi. When he isn’t drunk.”
“That’s hilarious.”
There’s a sound down the line and Jungkook smiles, recognizing Jimin’s voice.
“I’m going to go,” Taehyung says quietly.
“See you tomorrow.”
“Yeah.”
They hang up and Jungkook notices he has a text message.
Yoongi:
Oh god, Yoongi-yah is going to hate himself tomorrow. Sorry, Jungkookie. This is Seokjin. I swear, I take my eyes off that boy for one second ...
Jungkook laughs.
Jungkook:
It’s okay. Is he okay?
Yoongi:
He’ll be fine, but I am not deleting these texts because the only way to learn is to be embarrassed.
Sleep well, Jungkook. I can’t wait to meet you!
Jungkook can’t stop smiling, and his dreams are again full of smiles and mint green clouds.
In the morning, he sort of forgets that he has a new mark on his soul tattoo and his mother grabs his wrist roughly and demands, “What is this?”
Jungkook winces. “Um, a new soul mark?”
“When did you get this?”
“Two days ago, just ... I ...”
“Who is it?”
Jungkook sighs. He can’t lie to his mother. He explains about seeing the mint green hair and then spending the time with Yoongi in his studio. He also tells her about Yoongi’s soul mark, that it’s a music note right in the same place as this smudge of color.
“So is his soul mark a shapeless smudge?”
Jungkook shakes his head. “I don’t know. He didn’t say what it signifies. But this mark looks like it and it matches, really really well.”
“How old is he?”
Jungkook was dreading that question. “Twenty-two,” he whispers.
His mother’s eyes narrow.
“It’s not a big deal,” Jungkook says. “He likes music. He’s a composer. He sells songs to singers. He’s really nice, Mom. I promise.”
She shakes her head. “And is he why you were out until eleven on Wednesday?”
Jungkook nods. “I lost track of time while he was showing me all the audio and mixing equipment at his studio. He wants to teach me. I want to learn.”
“If your grades slip even by one percent--”
“They won’t, Mom. I promise. I want to get into a good college too.”
“I want to meet him.”
Jungkook swallows. He was afraid of that. “I ... I ... okay. He’s kind of ...”
“Kind of?”
Jungkook winces. “I don’t know how to explain him. He’s a little cold, but he bought me food without me even having to ask, and he walked me to the bus stop on Wednesday night, and he ... he’s really nice. I don’t want you to not like him because he appears cold when he really isn’t.”
“I will be the judge of that. Hurry up. You don’t want to be late for school.”
Jungkook nods and eats quickly. His heart hammers in his chest, his breath grows a little short. What if his mother says he can’t see Yoongi again? He still will, of course, but he doesn’t want to lie to his mother.
On his way to school, his phone vibrates.
Yoongi:
Fuck ...
Jungkook laughs and instead of replying to the text, he calls.
Yoongi’s hello is quiet.
“Hi, Yoongi-shi. How are you feeling?” Jungkook is overly polite and sweet, with underlying sarcasm in his voice.
“Yah, kid, shut up.”
“Are you okay?” Jungkook asks with a laugh.
“Yeah, just ... I’m sorry.”
“Really, it’s fine,” Jungkook says even as his cheek flush.
“I owe Seokjin-hyung a lot for taking my phone away from me. I have no idea what I was thinking.”
“Drinking does that, I hear.”
Yoongi snorts. “Never been drunk?”
“Only on music.”
It’s really quiet and Jungkook checks to make sure their call is still connected.
“Music,” Yoongi whispers.
“Music,” Jungkook returns. “The song is gorgeous.” It’s mostly a gasp of breath.
“Thanks.”
“Do you mind if I show it to my friends?”
“Your two idiots?”
Jungkook laughs. “Yeah.”
“No, I don’t mind.”
“I’m not grounded anymore tomorrow,” Jungkook says softly.
“Good. You can come by and sing for me.”
Jungkook flushes and tries not to think of the implications that the word “sing” means. His school building looms closer and he hears the chatter of students around him. “I have to go,” he says with a bit of a whine. “Apparently, Taehyung and Jimin hooked up last night, and I have to do some damage control.”
“Why does that need damage control?”
“I was pretty sure they were both straight yesterday. I have no idea what’s going on today.”
Yoongi chuckles. “Okay, I’m going back to sleep anyway. I woke up with a pounding headache, checked my phone, and yeah. I’m sorry about the texts.”
“It’s fine.”
“It really isn’t. You’re only seventeen.”
“It really is,” Jungkook insists but clamps down on a confession that he doesn’t want to make over the phone, how he wants Yoongi to kiss him too, how he couldn’t sleep for a little while because he was thinking of Yoongi’s mouth around his dick.
Yoongi sighs and drops it. “Have a great day.”
“Have a great nap.”
“All naps are great.”
They say goodbye, and Jungkook smiles to himself as he enters the school. There are a few minutes before class starts and Jungkook can’t find Taehyung or Jimin anywhere. They aren’t in the classroom, in the courtyard, in the lobby, in the library. He doesn’t have time to check the back stairwell or the roof. He doesn’t text them, not yet, he will if they aren’t in class.
He sits at his desk and listens to the song again, mouthing the lyrics and doing his best to memorize them. He wants to be perfect before tomorrow.
Just as the bell rings, Taehyung and Jimin fall into the classroom, ignoring the teacher’s disapproval at them almost being late.
Jungkook raises an eyebrow at them, but has no chance to ask them any questions.
Taehyung smiles wide at him, and Jimin won’t meet his eyes.
During the first break, Jimin is out of the classroom almost before the teacher is, only remembering to bow and let him out first out of a sense of duty.
Jungkook looks at Taehyung, who only smiles.
“He thinks he has a neon sign above his head declaring to the world that he’s gay now,” Taehyung whispers. “He’ll be fine.”
Jungkook chuckles. “You two are okay?”
“Mostly. He’s still ..” Taehyun frowns and glances at the door. “He tried to toss it away as a one off this morning.”
“I bet you didn’t let that slide.”
“Fuck no.”
“So ...” Jungkook prompted with a waggle of his eyebrows.
Taehyung smiles and keeps his voice low as he whispers, “We didn’t really do anything. I mean. We made out and ...” His cheeks pink a little bit. “Handjobs, really, that’s it. He spent the night. This morning he tried to be cold, tried to shrug it off, but it’s Jiminnie, he doesn’t have a mean bone in his body. We were almost late because I had to make sure that my lips were imprinted on his, and we had to go back to his apartment for him to change.” Taehyung looks up at the ceiling with a sigh. “I swear, if this doesn’t work out, I’m going to punch whatever god decided giving us soul marks was a good idea.”
“Fate really is fucked up.”
“Yeah.” He blinks rapidly a few times, and Jungkook thinks he’s fighting off tears. “Tell me about your man.”
Jungkook smiles and lets Taehyung change the subject. “We talked this morning. He apologized for the texts.”
Taehyung scoffed. “I hope you didn’t let that slide.”
Jungkook shook his head. “Definitely not. Here, listen to this.” He takes out his earbuds and plugs them into his phone, giving one to Taehyung to listen to the song. Halfway through, Jimin comes back, looking a bit sheepish as he sits next to them. He leans closer when Jungkook beckons him to listen to the song too.
“It’s a gorgeous song,” Jimin says.
“He’s so good,” Jungkook gushes, and then blushes when they both chuckle at him. “He has lyrics to it that he wants me to sing on Saturday. I’m going to go to his studio again.”
“And fulfill his sexting comments,” Jimin says.
“No, no, no,” Jungkook says and buries his face in his arms. “No. He ... he called, this morning, and apologized and I just ... no ... no.”
Taehyung ruffled his hair. “I wouldn’t be chanting no too much around him. You won’t have all your dreams come true if you do.”
“Shut up,” Jungkook hisses, “or I'm going to start revealing all your dreams.” He glances at Jimin who blushes and looks away.
But Taehyung smirks. “Better sooner than later. It will probably help me out.”
Jimin is saved by the teacher returning.
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Part 4: Cuddles
Part 2: Music and a Heart
Part 1: Mint Green Smudge
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