AU where Yoongi is a museum curator at a gallery in Seoul. One day a huge delivery comes in—a recently found set of paintings circa 1500s, tracing back to the Joseon period. Artist unknown. The paintings all seem to portray one subject: a slender, long-haired male dancer
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1950s yoonmin exes to lovers AU where yoongi and jimin were madly in love, got separated in their 20s, and find each other again forty years later in their 60s, after all’s been said and done—or so they thought. widower yoongi has grandchildren while jimin lives solo with his dog
They sit on a bench outside the area where their old high school used to stand, now a shopping mall. Yoongi on one side, Jimin at the opposite end. Two decades earlier and Yoongi might’ve asked to catch up over coffee. But all that caffeine sours his stomach now.
Jimin breaks the silence first. “Kinda surreal, isn’t it?”
Yoongi, despite his old age, finds it difficult to look his first love straight in the eye. What a joke he is. And here he thought he had moved on.
He blinks down at his wrinkled hands and smiles wistfully. “Mmm.”
“Hello to you, too. No, I haven’t eaten, thanks for not asking.”
“Then we’ll order delivery,” says Hoseok, taking his spot next to Yoongi, so that now he’s flanked by Hoseok & Namjoon. He takes out his phone.
“Do you have beef?”
“Patience,” says Hoseok.
“With Jimin, I mean.”
Yoongi cringes inwardly. He may or may not have conveniently forgotten to share what went down during his little spat with the singer at the Boys’ Planet judging panel. “I just don’t like him.”
“Why?” presses Namjoon. Yoongi would’ve been annoyed if he didn’t look so concerned.
“What’s with the interrogation…” Yoongi sulks. He can’t exactly say the main thing that bothered him about Jimin today, apart from their previous heated exchanges.
That stupid garment…
“I’m worried he’s done something to hurt you. You’re not usually like that,” says Namjoon.
[my bias]
yeah. not the flowy kind
but frozen, hard water
like a cosmic snowball hurtling along aimlessly
that’s me rn hahaha
[starlight]
hold up
according to naver
a cosmic snowball is a comet
[my bias]
ah. yeah i guess
[starlight]
that’s one way to describe a creative block
[comet]
i just haaaate it
today was a riot for me
and my head’s all noisy
and i can’t focus either
i’m glad you texted though
[starlight]
hmmm
maybe you should take a walk
[comet]
that’s dangerous
[starlight]
not at this late hour
2am walks are the best
nobody to recognize you
Yoongi mulls it over, glancing at the clock. Technically, the Yongsan district is a business area, so it really does get much quieter after regular office hours. For all he knows, a walk might fix his creative block.
[comet]
fine
if i get kidnapped while on a walk
it’s on you 😎
yoonmin college AU where freshman jimin drops his dorm keys into the drain and goes to extreme lengths to retrieve it… only to look up and find a hot upperclassman silently watching him from a balcony just above, a vape in hand.
jimin jingles his keys.
the senior slow claps.
jimin and the hot upperclassman in question
“do you know any of the senior guys who live on the fourth floor?” jimin later asks taehyung.
his roommate, who’s lying down in bed with his legs propped up against the wall (“for blood circulation”), gives him a funny look. “chim chim. that’s the ladies’ floor.”