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@miraclesofpaul.bsky.socialSep 30, 2026, 2:09 AM

Ch 4: Bonus Mini-Chapter!

A look inside of Yoongi's pov as we leave summer behind: archiveofourown.org/works/92323026

#yoonkook #btsfic

@yoonsbun.bsky.socialSep 17, 2026, 12:42 PM

haven't posted for months, but rest assured I am still working on ch6 of LITM (it's just.. kind of a struggle .___.) here's a WIP snippet to compensate!

#btsfic #yoonkook

He then heads into the bathroom, grabbing a tube of lip balm from the counter and swiping it over his lips. As he surveys his reflection, he regrets washing off his stage make-up, wishing the usual smoked-out eyeshadow was still painted on his lids or that he had more time to reapply it. Instead, Jungkook takes a small amount of hair product from one of the bottles by the sink and carefully works it through the ends of his hair in little twisting and scrunching motions.  A ridiculous thought flashes through his mind; what if this were an actual date? How long would he spend picking out the perfect outfit, styling his hair and making sure his make-up was immaculate if Yoongi were to take him out for real? Where would they go? Perhaps to a quiet restaurant, tucked away from prying eyes where their fingers could brush over the tabletop and Jungkook could marvel at Yoongi’s face bathed in the soft glow of candlelight. Or, maybe they’d simply go to the movies; a late night show where they can settle at the back, Jungkook’s pockets full of snacks to share, and, inevitably, Jungkook would doze off, head resting on Yoongi’s shoulder. Then, he’d grumble about missing the end but Yoongi would carefully recount the plot, their palms warm against each others all the way home.  Something light and hopeful flutters in Jungkook’s chest and his hands suddenly drop, taking a step back from the counter. It’s strange; he never truly let himself get carried away with daydreams, but this time, they seemed so sure that the lightness immediately turns into a terrible ache. A longing for something that’s still beyond his reach, yet he remains desperate for all the same.The ringing of his doorbell echoes through the apartment, causing Jungkook to flinch and snap back to reality. He grabs his phone from the counter, swiping through the notifications he’d missed while lost in thought as he hurries through the bedroom and towards the front door, heart pounding. As he grips the door handle, he takes a steadying breath, lightly shaking his head at his own ridiculousness.  It’s just Yoongi, he thinks.  Yoongi, who he’s seen a thousand times before in a thousand different ways. Yoongi, who eased his nerves yet always left him breathless with one simple smile. Yoongi, who now stands across the threshold of the apartment door, still wearing that same beaten-up leather jacket, his eyes shining with fondness as he stares back. Jungkook's heart stutters; it's been too long, yet Yoongi looks just the same as he remembered, perhaps even better. He notices that Yoongi's hair now brushes the top of his shoulders, still falling in soft waves around his face, and his lips twitch in that almost imperceptible way that Jungkook knows means Yoongi's nervous. It's a comforting thought that despite the months away and all the uncertainty still raging through Jungkook's mind, at least something has remained. "Hi," Jungkook says, shaking himself from his reprieve and stepping aside to allow Yoongi into the apartment. "Hey," Yoongi brushes past with a smile, a respectable distance still between them as he slips out of his boots, but immediately the air feels charged. They both know why they're here, after all.
@miraclesofpaul.bsky.socialSep 13, 2026, 4:35 AM

this warm precipice

🐟 alpha yoongi / omega jungkook
🐟 arranged marriage
🐟 half angst
🐟 half domestic fluff
🐟 sharing a bed, sharing clothes, slowly melting into each other

#yoonkook #btsfic

archiveofourown.org/works/92323026