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drabbles collection 01
a collection of Bangtan drabbles (unnamed, under 1000 words, anything I don't feel like posting separately)
01. suga kookie massage - 577w ; pg
Yoongi is the one in charge of giving massages in the dorm, just cause he's so good at it. But since he's the only one giving massages, he never gets any himself.
It doesn't have to be that way, he reasons, so he thinks through his options carefully and decides upon the person who can help him.
One day after a particularly grueling day of practice, he calls Jeongguk over. Jeongguk has the biggest hands of them all, even though he hasn't even finished growing, and he's the fastest learner as well.
"Here, let me give you a massage," Yoongi says and Jeongguk happily complies, lying stomach down on the floor. "Pay attention, k? You'll be giving me one in return after."
Jeongguk shrugs.
Yoongi starts working out the tightness in Jeongguk's back, taking his time with the knots. He takes care, going from head to heel. His normal brusque impatience is gone when he massages the others. Jeongguk gives him relaxed noises of satisfaction, and that's reward enough.
“Wow, what do you do that gives you so many knots?” Yoongi asks.
“You know, hyung.”
It's true, Jeongguk practices harder than any of them. Yoongi's always just assumed it was his youth giving him extra energy.
“You're supposed to be young and able,” Yoongi says, just as a knot comes free. It's unfair, as it turns out Jeongguk does recover faster than the others.
Jeongguk giggles, then it turns into a sigh of relief. He murmurs something unintelligible as Yoongi keeps working along his back. He goes from the base of Jeongguk’s head, down his neck, between his shoulder blades then down to his waist, and back up again.
When Yoongi finishes, Jeongguk lets out a long sigh. "More, hyung."
"No, it's my turn," Yoongi says, hitting Jeongguk's back until he turns around.
"Fine, fine." Jeongguk sits up. "Lie down."
Yoongi lies down.
Jeongguk starts with confident hands, working up and down the ridges of Yoongi's spine. This kid, Yoongi thinks, acting all cocky just because he picked up a few things. He doesn't complain though. It feels good.
Yoongi winces a bit as Jeongguk presses down into the cramped muscle. "Okay, you feel that little bump there?"
Jeongguk responds by rubbing his fingers over it a few more times.
"Yeah, that's a knot, just work them out slowly."
“Oh,” Jeongguk says. "Okay." Yoongi groans when Jeongguk digs earnestly into the knot and presses slow, heavy circles into it until it no longer hurts.
“Good, good,” Yoongi says, and Jeongguk moves on, finding another knot quickly. Jeongguk always did respond well to praise.
It's a long process, but Yoongi nearly falls asleep as Jeongguk works over his back, finding kinks and flattening them out. He allows himself to close his eyes and relax into Jeongguk's ministrations.
When Jeongguk finishes by peppering Yoongi's back with light hits, Yoongi understands why Jeongguk wanted more. It was so relaxing and comfortable.
"Was I as good as you, hyung?" Jeongguk asks, eyes shining with excitement at his newfound talent.
"Never," Yoongi scoffs, but in his head he adds, will I give you the satisfaction. "But dorm masseur will no longer be my duty alone," he says, ruffling Jeongguk's hair.
Jeongguk grins at him, the skin around his eyes crinkling in the cutest way. It was his signature smile of happiness when he received approval.
"Now wanna start your official role by giving me another massage?"
02. lazy day with vhope - 639w ; pg-13
Taehyung's favorite place to rest his head is on Hoseok's abdomen. It's nice and flat and firm, elevated just the right amount for him to read the book balanced on his chest. They do this all the time, it's no big deal.
Hoseok gets ticklish, so when his shirt rides up, Taehyung turns around to kiss Hoseok's bellybutton real quick, turning back to avoid Hoseok's flailing legs.
Hoseok's really ticklish, and he rolls away, making Taehyung knock his head against the floor.
"Hey!" Taehyung tackles Hoseok's waist, tickling him some more.
"Don't...do...that," Hoseok wheezes between gasps for air and kicking of legs.
Taehyung tickles harder.
Hoseok lets out a yelp and grabs Taehyung's wrists and in one swift motion, turns them around so that Taehyung ends up pinned underneath him. "Don't—"
Taehyung looks up at Hoseok, who's suddenly too close and in that brief instance wonders what would happen if he just leaned up a centimeter and closed the distance.
And then that moment is gone and Hoseok sits up on Taehyung's stomach. "Victory!" he says, shaking a peace sign in Taehyung's face.
Taehyung grumbles and shoves Hoseok off of his body.
"Let that be a lesson to never try tickling me," Hoseok says, sticking his tongue out.
Taehyung takes this as a cue to tickle Hoseok more. He sticks his hands up Hoseok's shirt and tickles at the soft supple skin there, feeling the hard trace of his abs.
Hoseok once again turns him over and grabs onto his wrists to keep him from tickling. It ends up with Taehyung pinned to the floor, Hoseok straddling him and holding down his hands. “I said no more tickling,” Hoseok says, but Taehyung is no longer paying attention.
His breathing stops, and Hoseok hovering over him makes him feel like Hoseok could protect him and render him helpless at the same time. Before he realizes he leans up and kisses Hoseok on the lips.
Taehyung drops down as quickly as he came up, not giving Hoseok any time to flinch back.
Hoseok blinks, once, twice. Taehyung wishes he could move so Hoseok would stop staring at him. But then—
“Can we try that again?” Hoseok’s face is for once, completely serious.
Taehyung nods, tongue coming out to wet his lips nervously. He trusts Hoseok, but he wants to run away at the same time.
Hoseok leans down slowly, hands still pinning Taehyung's wrists down to the floor, and kisses him again. Taehyung relaxes.
Hoseok’s chest drops down to touch Taehyung's and instead of sitting on Taehyung's stomach, he moves his knees by Taehyung's hips. He adjusts so that his elbows rest by Taehyung’s face. Taehyung’s freed hands come up to wrap around Hoseok's neck.
Their mouths open, and Hoseok dips in and comes back up a few times before he latches onto Taehyung’s lower lip and sucks it swollen.
It hits Taehyung that wow, they’re kissing, like actually kissing. He lurches up and his hips bump into Hoseok’s. His face heats when he realizes that it’s not just him who’s getting turned on by all this.
Hoseok breaks away, lifting his head. A faint pink dusts his cheeks and he smiles down at Taehyung. “That was...cool,” he says.
“Cool,” Taehyung echos, nodding. The back of his head presses into the floor and his hair is probably all messed up but he bites his lip in an attempt to not grin like an idiot. It fails when he realizes that his bottom lip is a lot fatter than normal, and wow, Hoseok kissed him really hard. “Do you think, um, we need...practice?”
Hoseok forgets his smile for a moment before it comes back with twice the brilliance. “Yeah, practice,” he says and the tail end of the word gets lost against Taehyung’s lips.
03. jikook roller coaster ride - 546w ; pg (hehe ^^)
Bad, bad, bad idea. Most definitely a bad idea. Jimin shifts nervously from foot to foot so his legs stop feeling numb. The closer they get to the front of the line the more accompanying Jeongguk onto the French Revolution seems like a Terrible Idea.
See, Jimin didn't come up with this idea, his ideas are not Terrible Ideas. This is only because he lost a game.
("Let's decide on a person to receive a punishment at Lotte World!" Jimin had suggested in the car, laughing because no way would he get caught, right?
He had forgotten how unlucky he was in rock paper scissors.)
So never mind, the punishment was his idea. But it was Jeongguk who had suggested the punishment be a roller coaster, so this is Jeongguk's fault.
"Jeongguk, I really can't do this," he says when he stumbles trying to move forward in line. His legs are all locked up. "Please don't make me do this."
Jeongguk (that heartless, evil, sadistic kid) just laughs.
"I'm gonna throw up on you." Before I even get on the coaster, Jimin adds in his head.
Jeongguk raises a warning eyebrow. "Do that and you buy me new clothes. And shoes."
Jimin wants to protest but his only response is to turn a shade paler. He is probably as white as Yoongi now.
"Come on hyung," Jeongguk says when Jimin stands frozen in place at the gate. Jeongguk practically drags him to the coaster seats.
After being securely fastened into the seat, Jimin almost feels safe until the cars jerk to life. "Please let me out," he says immediately.
"Too late," Jeongguk says, laughing at him. He lets out an excited whoop as they depart the gates.
Jimin squeezes his eyes shut and holds his breath and he feels their train climbing, up, up, up. It doesn't stop. So this is how it ends, he thinks, when he feels something take a hold of his hand. He opens his eyes.
It's Jeongguk, who squeezes Jimin's hand and crinkles his face in the biggest smile before gesturing with his other hand.
It takes a second for Jimin to understand. They're approaching the drop. Jimin's heartbeat accelerates (because they're about to fall 1000 feet or whatever, of course. Nothing to do with Jeongguk's hand that dwarfs his own).
When they fall, Jimin can't even scream cause all the air is knocked out of him. He just keeps his eyes shut tightly and holds onto Jeongguk for dear life. He catches his breath on the curve up and he screams at the top of his lungs at a frequency only dogs can hear.
He doesn't stop screaming until they roll gently back into the gates.
"Hyung, I need circulation," Jeongguk says, twitching the tips of his fingers. They've gone white.
"Ah." Jimin lets go quickly. He's glad Jeongguk's too busy with his exhilaration to notice the pink spreading across his cheeks.
"Let's do that again!"
Jimin doesn't say anything, as much as he wants to shoot down the idea. He was too busy being scared the first time to really appreciate Jeongguk's comforting hand so if it means another chance to hold it, Jimin's maybe (maybe, maybe) willing to risk his dignity again.
01. suga kookie massage - 577w ; pg
Yoongi is the one in charge of giving massages in the dorm, just cause he's so good at it. But since he's the only one giving massages, he never gets any himself.
It doesn't have to be that way, he reasons, so he thinks through his options carefully and decides upon the person who can help him.
One day after a particularly grueling day of practice, he calls Jeongguk over. Jeongguk has the biggest hands of them all, even though he hasn't even finished growing, and he's the fastest learner as well.
"Here, let me give you a massage," Yoongi says and Jeongguk happily complies, lying stomach down on the floor. "Pay attention, k? You'll be giving me one in return after."
Jeongguk shrugs.
Yoongi starts working out the tightness in Jeongguk's back, taking his time with the knots. He takes care, going from head to heel. His normal brusque impatience is gone when he massages the others. Jeongguk gives him relaxed noises of satisfaction, and that's reward enough.
“Wow, what do you do that gives you so many knots?” Yoongi asks.
“You know, hyung.”
It's true, Jeongguk practices harder than any of them. Yoongi's always just assumed it was his youth giving him extra energy.
“You're supposed to be young and able,” Yoongi says, just as a knot comes free. It's unfair, as it turns out Jeongguk does recover faster than the others.
Jeongguk giggles, then it turns into a sigh of relief. He murmurs something unintelligible as Yoongi keeps working along his back. He goes from the base of Jeongguk’s head, down his neck, between his shoulder blades then down to his waist, and back up again.
When Yoongi finishes, Jeongguk lets out a long sigh. "More, hyung."
"No, it's my turn," Yoongi says, hitting Jeongguk's back until he turns around.
"Fine, fine." Jeongguk sits up. "Lie down."
Yoongi lies down.
Jeongguk starts with confident hands, working up and down the ridges of Yoongi's spine. This kid, Yoongi thinks, acting all cocky just because he picked up a few things. He doesn't complain though. It feels good.
Yoongi winces a bit as Jeongguk presses down into the cramped muscle. "Okay, you feel that little bump there?"
Jeongguk responds by rubbing his fingers over it a few more times.
"Yeah, that's a knot, just work them out slowly."
“Oh,” Jeongguk says. "Okay." Yoongi groans when Jeongguk digs earnestly into the knot and presses slow, heavy circles into it until it no longer hurts.
“Good, good,” Yoongi says, and Jeongguk moves on, finding another knot quickly. Jeongguk always did respond well to praise.
It's a long process, but Yoongi nearly falls asleep as Jeongguk works over his back, finding kinks and flattening them out. He allows himself to close his eyes and relax into Jeongguk's ministrations.
When Jeongguk finishes by peppering Yoongi's back with light hits, Yoongi understands why Jeongguk wanted more. It was so relaxing and comfortable.
"Was I as good as you, hyung?" Jeongguk asks, eyes shining with excitement at his newfound talent.
"Never," Yoongi scoffs, but in his head he adds, will I give you the satisfaction. "But dorm masseur will no longer be my duty alone," he says, ruffling Jeongguk's hair.
Jeongguk grins at him, the skin around his eyes crinkling in the cutest way. It was his signature smile of happiness when he received approval.
"Now wanna start your official role by giving me another massage?"
02. lazy day with vhope - 639w ; pg-13
Taehyung's favorite place to rest his head is on Hoseok's abdomen. It's nice and flat and firm, elevated just the right amount for him to read the book balanced on his chest. They do this all the time, it's no big deal.
Hoseok gets ticklish, so when his shirt rides up, Taehyung turns around to kiss Hoseok's bellybutton real quick, turning back to avoid Hoseok's flailing legs.
Hoseok's really ticklish, and he rolls away, making Taehyung knock his head against the floor.
"Hey!" Taehyung tackles Hoseok's waist, tickling him some more.
"Don't...do...that," Hoseok wheezes between gasps for air and kicking of legs.
Taehyung tickles harder.
Hoseok lets out a yelp and grabs Taehyung's wrists and in one swift motion, turns them around so that Taehyung ends up pinned underneath him. "Don't—"
Taehyung looks up at Hoseok, who's suddenly too close and in that brief instance wonders what would happen if he just leaned up a centimeter and closed the distance.
And then that moment is gone and Hoseok sits up on Taehyung's stomach. "Victory!" he says, shaking a peace sign in Taehyung's face.
Taehyung grumbles and shoves Hoseok off of his body.
"Let that be a lesson to never try tickling me," Hoseok says, sticking his tongue out.
Taehyung takes this as a cue to tickle Hoseok more. He sticks his hands up Hoseok's shirt and tickles at the soft supple skin there, feeling the hard trace of his abs.
Hoseok once again turns him over and grabs onto his wrists to keep him from tickling. It ends up with Taehyung pinned to the floor, Hoseok straddling him and holding down his hands. “I said no more tickling,” Hoseok says, but Taehyung is no longer paying attention.
His breathing stops, and Hoseok hovering over him makes him feel like Hoseok could protect him and render him helpless at the same time. Before he realizes he leans up and kisses Hoseok on the lips.
Taehyung drops down as quickly as he came up, not giving Hoseok any time to flinch back.
Hoseok blinks, once, twice. Taehyung wishes he could move so Hoseok would stop staring at him. But then—
“Can we try that again?” Hoseok’s face is for once, completely serious.
Taehyung nods, tongue coming out to wet his lips nervously. He trusts Hoseok, but he wants to run away at the same time.
Hoseok leans down slowly, hands still pinning Taehyung's wrists down to the floor, and kisses him again. Taehyung relaxes.
Hoseok’s chest drops down to touch Taehyung's and instead of sitting on Taehyung's stomach, he moves his knees by Taehyung's hips. He adjusts so that his elbows rest by Taehyung’s face. Taehyung’s freed hands come up to wrap around Hoseok's neck.
Their mouths open, and Hoseok dips in and comes back up a few times before he latches onto Taehyung’s lower lip and sucks it swollen.
It hits Taehyung that wow, they’re kissing, like actually kissing. He lurches up and his hips bump into Hoseok’s. His face heats when he realizes that it’s not just him who’s getting turned on by all this.
Hoseok breaks away, lifting his head. A faint pink dusts his cheeks and he smiles down at Taehyung. “That was...cool,” he says.
“Cool,” Taehyung echos, nodding. The back of his head presses into the floor and his hair is probably all messed up but he bites his lip in an attempt to not grin like an idiot. It fails when he realizes that his bottom lip is a lot fatter than normal, and wow, Hoseok kissed him really hard. “Do you think, um, we need...practice?”
Hoseok forgets his smile for a moment before it comes back with twice the brilliance. “Yeah, practice,” he says and the tail end of the word gets lost against Taehyung’s lips.
03. jikook roller coaster ride - 546w ; pg (hehe ^^)
Bad, bad, bad idea. Most definitely a bad idea. Jimin shifts nervously from foot to foot so his legs stop feeling numb. The closer they get to the front of the line the more accompanying Jeongguk onto the French Revolution seems like a Terrible Idea.
See, Jimin didn't come up with this idea, his ideas are not Terrible Ideas. This is only because he lost a game.
("Let's decide on a person to receive a punishment at Lotte World!" Jimin had suggested in the car, laughing because no way would he get caught, right?
He had forgotten how unlucky he was in rock paper scissors.)
So never mind, the punishment was his idea. But it was Jeongguk who had suggested the punishment be a roller coaster, so this is Jeongguk's fault.
"Jeongguk, I really can't do this," he says when he stumbles trying to move forward in line. His legs are all locked up. "Please don't make me do this."
Jeongguk (that heartless, evil, sadistic kid) just laughs.
"I'm gonna throw up on you." Before I even get on the coaster, Jimin adds in his head.
Jeongguk raises a warning eyebrow. "Do that and you buy me new clothes. And shoes."
Jimin wants to protest but his only response is to turn a shade paler. He is probably as white as Yoongi now.
"Come on hyung," Jeongguk says when Jimin stands frozen in place at the gate. Jeongguk practically drags him to the coaster seats.
After being securely fastened into the seat, Jimin almost feels safe until the cars jerk to life. "Please let me out," he says immediately.
"Too late," Jeongguk says, laughing at him. He lets out an excited whoop as they depart the gates.
Jimin squeezes his eyes shut and holds his breath and he feels their train climbing, up, up, up. It doesn't stop. So this is how it ends, he thinks, when he feels something take a hold of his hand. He opens his eyes.
It's Jeongguk, who squeezes Jimin's hand and crinkles his face in the biggest smile before gesturing with his other hand.
It takes a second for Jimin to understand. They're approaching the drop. Jimin's heartbeat accelerates (because they're about to fall 1000 feet or whatever, of course. Nothing to do with Jeongguk's hand that dwarfs his own).
When they fall, Jimin can't even scream cause all the air is knocked out of him. He just keeps his eyes shut tightly and holds onto Jeongguk for dear life. He catches his breath on the curve up and he screams at the top of his lungs at a frequency only dogs can hear.
He doesn't stop screaming until they roll gently back into the gates.
"Hyung, I need circulation," Jeongguk says, twitching the tips of his fingers. They've gone white.
"Ah." Jimin lets go quickly. He's glad Jeongguk's too busy with his exhilaration to notice the pink spreading across his cheeks.
"Let's do that again!"
Jimin doesn't say anything, as much as he wants to shoot down the idea. He was too busy being scared the first time to really appreciate Jeongguk's comforting hand so if it means another chance to hold it, Jimin's maybe (maybe, maybe) willing to risk his dignity again.