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★ - personal favourite.
Good-looking men did not scare Jeongguk. They... overwhelmed him... with their daring beauty. They brought out the boy in Jeongguk. And Jeongguk was not a boy. He was a man who had a job and paid taxes. He was a whole grown up. Well, not as grown up as Yoongi who could clean his bathroom without dry-heaving once (but that was because he was on a completely different level, a grownup- old man edition).
Jeongguk had not made it through college and student loans and paychecks to regress to boyhood simply because a gorgeous male looked his way.
When Hoseok met Jungkook he was the perfect partner: smart, strong and polite. And he was happy at having finally found someone who didn't treat him with hostility.
One year later, Hoseok was happy for other reasons, like the way Jungkook could be completely relaxed with him and for having a friend for the first time in his life. Everything was perfect.
Until the night Jungkook's lack of a brain-to-mouth filter turned Hoseok's world upside-down.
Hoseok stared at the man before him, eyes widening dramatically when he saw the horrendous splash of Mocaccino that stained his crisp, white shirt, and very nearly choked out a sob when his eyes landed on the I.D. card he wore around his neck.
He had spilled coffee on his new manager.
(If it weren't for the sheer horror that had seized him at that moment, Hoseok would have strangled the demon that was cackling in his shadow.)
Hoseok's a stressed office worker and Jungkook's a shadow demon who's come to make a deal.
Jeon Jeongguk’s Quick and Easy Guide to Getting Everything in Your Life Under Control: An Autobiography
Step 1: Lose all pretense of having any control in the first place. Everyone does, no biggie.
Step 2: Replace it with:
A) Prepubescent machismo.
B) Meringue, moscato, a healthy dose of misery. Also known as The Holy Trinity of Bad Choices.
C) Modest ownership of being a hot fucking mess.
D) All of the above if you can pull it off. Seriously. Kudos to that.
Step 3: Usually that’s good enough, actually.
“The plants are a part of you,” Jungkook whispers, kissing the dip between his skin and bone. “They are just as much a part of you as your hands.” Jungkook picks his hand up from its spot lying on the bed and slips his fingers in between them. “I’m in love with everything you are, Hoseok. Nature is who you are…”
Family Game Night with Hoseok's friends is anything but fun. The bunch of them are loud, obnoxious, overzealous, cheating, sabotaging lunatics. It takes them days to even get through one game and it doesn't end until someone gets hurt and this time that someone is him. Jungkook thinks he can spank him that hard and get away with it? Hooo no, Jungkook's gonna get what's coming to him.
Jeongguk is bored, Hoseok is indulgent, wigs are uncomfortable, and the grass is always greener on the other side. Which is perfectly fine as long as you don't even have a metaphorical lawn to give two shits about.
Hoseok bit his lip to hold back the irritation- he hated when people did that. He walked away from the counter for the second time that night, hoping it would be the last, and unlocked the doors for the customer to walk out. Through clenched teeth and a feigned polite smile, he said, “thanks for your patronage. Please come again!”
Don’t ever come back.
This had been years in the making, countless arguments and endless back and forth all led up to this one moment, and there was nothing and no one that was going to stop them now.
“What in merlin’s name are you two doing?!”
Except maybe that.
Hoseok has been smelling Spring and musk for three days and it was killing him. Being a fox hybrid without a mate, when you smell the thing you love the most, you know you've found your forever. Now, all he needed to do was find it.
Hoseok accidentally discovers Jungkook’s porn collection on his laptop. It turns out Jeongguk’s collection is a lot more personal than he thought.
Or: In which Jeongguk makes homemade sex tapes with his extensive collection of toys, Hoseok discovers a new kink, and the two of them work through their feelings for each other.
When Jimin's dance teacher moves in down the hall of their apartment block, Jungha understands why Jimin has the hots for her. She really gets it.
or the one where jimin and jungha both have a crush on Hosook but they're probably both too young for her
“Don’t play dumb, it doesn’t look good on you. Jeonggukie is an innocent baby.” Hoseok’s smile widens. Jimin jabs a finger into his chest. “You stay away from him, hyung.”
“He’s so cute, though,” Hoseok whines, and he’s grinning now. “Jimin, you know I can’t resist it when they’re cute.”
hoseok likes cute boys, and jeongguk is very cute. jimin probably never should have introduced them.
Jung Hoseok had a policy: you don’t date the cute hoobae from the dance team, no matter how cute said hoobae is or how much they throw themselves at you. You just don’t.
In which Hoseok’s dance team is preparing for a competition, Jimin brings in a newbie and Hoseok sees him everywhere all of a sudden.
Jeon Jungkook, a struggling author, is finding his muse to be uncharacteristically silent. In the midst of the finale to his debut trilogy with a high demand for new content, his fans begin to leave, calling him a phony with a lack of talent. Disturbed by the immediate change of attitude within his fan base, Jungkook is determined to finish the book within two months. Deciding a road trip is what he needs, he leaves at dawn and does not stop driving until dusk.
But there's something peculiar about the hotel in which he decides to stay. There's the man that watches him through mirrors and cracks in the wall. There's the pool closed until further notice, despite the absurd amount of trails of water puddles that dot the hallways. There only seems to be one employee running the place. And strangest of all, there is the unmistakable scent of death that lingers thick in the air no matter where he seems to be.
"My blood is on his hands. Underneath his fingernails and in the crevices of his skin. You eat the food of a killer, you drink tea with a murderer. Remember this, Jungkook."
It’s 1926, and Jung Hoseok has just landed himself the profession of his town’s first ever private investigator. When a series of seemingly ritualistic animal deaths become too much to ignore, the townspeople are convinced the killings are the work of a devil-worshipping cult, and turn to Hoseok in hopes that he will find the culprit.
With the promise of a large sum of cash under his belt, Hoseok begins his investigation, and soon stumbles upon a lighthouse perched upon the ocean’s shore. What had once been his reality begins to blur, and Hoseok is left questioning which is more dangerous; the being that lives within the lighthouse, or everything that surrounds it.
“Is there,” Hoseok coughs into his handkerchief, feeling quite out of place in the building, “is there really anything out in the woods?”
The man looks at him, peculiarity gracing his timeless features as a strange shade of ruby reflects in his eyes. He then grins.
“Would you like to find out?”
Behind closed doors and in foggy mirrors, Jeongguk and Hoseok learn that sometimes, falling together is just as easy as falling apart. And it's so much nicer.
i.e. in which they're both dance majors and Hoseok is the TA for Jeongguk's performance workshop.
After everything we’ve been through, what’s left to come undone? Let’s go.
i.e. Jeongguk and Hoseok are two dancers, teachers, choreographers—call them whatever you want, but they’re really just two people on the same road in the same shoes, and they’ve been going for a while now.
Hoseok laughs softly and his fingers move down from Jungkook's hair to massage the back of his neck. It doesn't really help with the fact that the room is now spinning but it feels nice nonetheless. Jungkook turns his head to look up at Hoseok giving him a weak smile.
He's beautiful Jungkook thinks, like really fucking pretty with that megawatt smile. Jungkook opens his mouth to tell him that but it's not words that come out.
Instead he misses the toilet and pukes on Hoseok's jeans, some of it hitting his shoes and the floor. Jungkook whimpers and he already feels like shit but puking on Hoseok makes him feel even worse. He can't help but half cry because he definitely should have listened to Hoseok.
Or: Jungkook has been in love with Hoseok since he's 15. He just wishes Hoseok could see that.
“You can’t come here. This is my house," the man repeated once Hoseok voiced his confusion. He didn’t look much older than 20, and now the wobble of his lips seemed to be spread through his whole body. “Please go away.”
Sure, it was a house – a house that Hoseok had bought, thank you very much – but in those conditions it wasn’t a place to live at all. The floor was a mess of dust and dry mud, the stairs covered in moss. The man was sure the electricity wasn’t on and the water didn’t run through the pipes, not if the calls he made that morning to request both to start working were valid.
hoseok buys an old house to turn into an arts center. homeless hybrid jungkook "lives" there and refuses to go out. life happens.
The wolf comes to his door at night, and Jungkook always lets him in. He shouldn’t, he knows he shouldn’t. But he always opens the door- the balcony door, where Hoseok appears with his grin glowing in the moonlight, like the Cheshire Cat leading Alice further into the forest.
Jungkook wonders if Hoseok really likes him, or whether he just likes the fact that Jungkook will let him in, feed him, and then let him fuck Jungkook into the mattress.
"There's nothing more cruel than to be loved by everybody but you."
Jung Hoseok never thought his life would become such a mess. And it was all because of his big heart and the three (3) men that stole a piece of it - each to keep for their own, leaving Hoseok in shambles but (eventually) happy.
In fact it's nice when Jungkook ends up in Hoseok's bed. Hoseok won't say he gets lonely easily but it's been tough ever since Jimin officially moved out. They'd sometimes just lay in each's other bed, watching a movie or talk about their day and Hoseok misses that. Jungkook does a good job of filling in when he stays over, always ready for a good cuddle session and he's so fucking clingy but Hoseok loves it, adores the way Jungkook clings to him like a koala.
It's not even sexual either. They've never fooled around despite their closeness and when Jin asks, Hoseok is honest in saying no, they've never fucked, never even jerked each other off. Jin looks at him like he's lying but it's the truth. Even though he's an alpha and Jungkook's an omega they have never been around each other during their heats and ruts so it's never been something Hoseok has had to think about.
or Jungkook shares Hoseok's bed more often than not and realizes that maybe they are meant to be mates
The first thing Hoseok registers are his bare feet: It's so cold, yet he's sitting in the alley like he's given up.
When he gets a look at the man's big eyes and soft, pretty rabbit ears, tucked around his neck for warmth, Hoseok knows there's no other option for him. He has to bring him home.
"You know, maybe we should just get married," Hoseok says.
Jungkook nearly chokes on his water that he's got to his lips and in his his haste to put it down he bangs his knee on the underside of the table. When he looks at Hoseok with wide eyes, Hoseok is staring with a smirk on his face, chin propped up in his hand. Jungkook realizes that Hoseok is joking of course, no one in their right mind is going to marry someone after two hook ups (even ones that were mind numbingly good) and one date.
Except when Jungkook sort of thinks about it, the idea of marrying someone, anyone, has his heart skipping a beat
or the ridiculously long fic where Hoseok and Jungkook fuck a lot and are super romantic. All they wanna do is get married.
There's an explanation somewhere, a little piece of wisdom laid in the thick black ink that most can't really understand past the obvious.Fate is much of a fundamental force as Mother Nature Herself, and likewise It never promised kindness, just balance.
Sometimes It finds room in adversity, brings together two opposite poles to balance out the equation. It's easy to some; to simply throw away the distaste and work on loving someone because it's the right thing to do.
To others, however, it's just a never-ending pain in the ass.
Hoseok just got dumped and now a clearly under aged bartender is refusing to serve him a much needed round of shots.
("can you do this teenage angst thing some other time? my ex just walked in with his new boyfriend and i could really use some liquid cowardice."
the kid narrows his eyes in the direction hoseok had nodded toward. "seokjin hyung's your ex?")
hoseok nods. "you know him?"
"yeah," jeongguk glares at hoseok and begins stepping away, definitely refusing to serve him any drink at all. "he dumped me for you.")
“You wouldn’t know. You’d fuck with your sword if you could.”
Hoseok quirks his lips up just the slightest bit, everything about him screaming anger, “You’d like that wouldn’t you?” he says. “I should have done it to you four years ago.”
“You missed your chance,” Jungkook says coldly.
Hoseok leans in, lips right next to Jungkook’s ear. “How about I do it now?” he whispers.
If it's war, only one can win.
Hoseok huffed a laugh, letting his arm slip out of Jeongguk’s. “You don’t need to be afraid to ask for things, Guk,” Hoseok said. “You know that.”
“No, I—I know, I’m not,” Jeongguk said, laughing a little at Hoseok’s incredulous look. “Ok, no, I just—it’s, you know. A sex thing,” he continued, lowering his voice so none of the passersby could hear him. “Maybe I’ll just ask when we get back to your place.”
“Ask me now,” Hoseok said, grinning at Jeongguk, who looked away, biting at the end of the straw in his drink, flattening it into an oval.
“It’s—private,” Jeongguk said, the straw still in his mouth, inhibiting his speech just a little. “I’ll wait.”
Hoseok held his gaze, his eyes flicking down to Jeongguk’s lips, and then smirked. “Guess it must be good, then.”
When the force assigns him to go undercover to bust the head of a gang, Jungkook thinks he can handle it. But, when he meets drug-dealer Hoseok and street-racer Namjoon, who have an arrangement where they exchange speed for sex, they drag him in deeper than he ever intended to go.
Deeper than he might ever be able to come back from.
In a last desperate attempt to pass a class- a sleepy, bleary-eyed Jungkook posts an ad online.
‘Looking for a life model, easy money.
Condition: must look like Satan’
He gets a little more than he hoped for even when he deletes the ad a couple of hours later.
Jungkook is in his last year of college and he kinda wants to die. Hoseok is that jerk of a best friend who didn't go to college and has an normal job that pays rent. Hoseok tells Jungkook to make a bucket list since finals are going to inevitably kill him and he should live up the last of his college days before the real world comes knocking at his door.
Jungkook writes it down. Hoseok makes it happen.
In which Jeongguk is desperately in love with his roommate Jimin, but Jimin's kinda dating the very perfect Hoseok, and after Jeongguk sees how perfect Hoseok actually is, he starts falling for him too. Which is, mind you, very, very, very bad.
Or otherwise known as 'Jeongguk can't handle things for shit'.
To celebrate their first successful year as owners of their own dance academy, Hoseok, Jungkook and Jimin head out to the hot springs camping site. There, some new feelings are revealed and things get a little steamy.
“You don’t know what this is?” Hoseok holds up the plug, waving it around in front of him, an incredulous eyebrow raised. “And you haven’t ever fingered yourself, either?”
“No.” Jungkook’s response is meek, staring down at the faded white and blue bedsheet of the bed he sits on.
“Wow,” Hoseok murmurs, letting out a puff of air, before looking Jungkook up and down, “what kind of 19-year-olds haven’t been fingered even once?”
The boy’s eyes flash darkly as he looks up at Hoseok with a glare, “Maybe the kind that aren’t whores?”
(aka the one where Jungkook finds himself celebrating his 19th birthday with a prostitute thanks to his hyungs).