Today is But a Fleeting Dream

dreaminginside @ 2014-09-09T01:47:00

2014-09-08T16:48:38Z

Title: The Strings That Bind (au)
Author: Dreaminginside
Words: ~2200
Pairing: 2dragon
Warnings: None
Rating: G
Summary: Sehyuk confesses every day.

Sehyuk spends a lot of time in his youth convincing Sangdo of bad ideas, but Sangdo doesn’t really mind.

I Prefer Cocktails

2014-08-26T16:25:41Z

Title: I Prefer Cocktails (Part of Mafia!au)
Words: ~1000
Pairings: Snoopy Swatom (Yano/A-tom)
Rating: PG
Summary: Once a week, in an attempt at bonding, Sangwon buys a case of beer for him and Sanggyun..

“Pull that again and I’ll slice open your neck and let the dogs drink it.”

All That Glitters

2014-08-23T16:42:06Z

Title: All That Glitters
Words: ~1900
Pairings: Pgohn (P-Goon/Gohn)
Rating: PG-R
Summary: A series of pgohn in love drabbles across universes.

Sehyuk does roll his eyes this time, but still smiles when he leans up on his toes to give Dongsung a short kiss, keeping a hand pressed over Dongsung’s heart on his chest.

Smoke Rises

2014-08-02T01:40:48Z

Title: Smoke Rises (Part of Mafia!Au)
Words: ~1500
Pairings: I11evn/V(Iktae), Jennakta, Xero+Kidoh
Rating: PG
Summary: Hyosang would honestly rather eat cigarettes than work with Jiho.

Taehyung wakes up to the sounds of Donghyuk cursing and yelling.

Blood Begets Blood

2014-06-30T01:27:06Z

Title: Blood Begets Blood (au)
Author: Dreaminginside
Words: ~1450
Pairings: Snoopy Swatom (Yano/Atom)
Warnings: Blood, Violence
Rating: PG
Summary: Sangwon tastes like smoke and blood, and Sanggyun wants to take in every bit of him.

He supposes he should consider himself lucky for Sangwon’s weapon of choice, he distinctly remembers Jiho’s initiation involving a bat.

Don't Look Away

2014-05-09T02:34:20Z

Title: Don't Look Away (au)
Author: Dreaminginside
Words: ~1300
Pairings: 2dragon
Warnings: None
Rating: G
Summary: Life is hard when you’re staring down at the end of the world.

But better a living coward than a dead hero, or so Sangdo tells him.

Started From the Bottom

2014-02-24T16:58:49Z

Title: Started From the Bottom
Author: Dreaminginside
Words: ~3200
Pairings: past!Sehyuk/Taeyang, Jennakta, 2dragon, Seogohn, 2jin.
Warnings: None
Rating: PG
Summary: A series of mostly chronological drabbles from the eventual topp dogg mafia au.

When Sehyuk turns fifteen, he starts taking his coffee black.

Two Inches Above the Knee

2014-02-13T16:08:15Z

Title: Two Inches Above the Knee
Author: Dreaminginside
Words: ~1300
Pairings: Jennakta (genderswitch)
Warnings: None
Rating: G
Summary: When Yoonchul is young, she keeps her hair long. jennakta schoolgirl lesbians au.

Taeyang feels soft hair brush her cheek as Yoonchul leans in to give her a hug, skinny arms resting on her shoulders catching her off guard as her hands ball into fists on her knees.

Map the Stars

2014-02-09T18:09:37Z

Title: Map the Stars
Author: Dreaminginside
Words: ~800
Pairings: 2dragon
Warnings: None
Rating: G
Summary: When Sangdo is young, he falls in love.

He finds himself forgetting his notebooks and his words, he finds himself living.

Diamonds in the Sky

2014-01-16T14:40:30Z

Title: Diamonds in the Sky (au)
Author: Dreaminginside
Words: ~320
Pairings: 2dragon
Warnings: None
Rating: G
Summary: Sangdo ticks away the hours tracing the lines of Sehyuk’s tattoos.

There is a seemingly random stretch of them marring the skin of Sehyuk’s back, lines and colors intersecting in a manner that never ceases to fascinate Sangdo.

Seeing Stars

2013-12-27T03:19:52Z

Title: Seeing Stars (au)
Author: Dreaminginside
Words: ~700
Pairings: Jennakta
Warnings: None
Rating: G
Summary: Taeyang tastes like copper and alcohol on Yoonchul’s tongue.

Taeyang sighs softly as Yoonchul’s fingers brush soft over his knuckles, tight elastic following soon after.

dreaminginside @ 2013-12-21T03:01:00

2013-12-21T08:01:27Z

Title: Silent Night (au)
Author: Dreaminginside
Words: ~1600
Pairings: Yoonmin
Warnings: None
Rating: G
Summary: Yoongi is not exactly the outdoors type.

Jimin decides, rather on his own, that they are going to do their first christmas together right.

Insomnia

2013-11-30T05:46:02Z

Title: Insomnia
Author: Dreaminginside
Words: ~850
Pairings: Kidoh/Jin
Warnings: None
Rating: G
Summary:Hyosang spends too much time thinking.

Seokjin has the kind of face that men would have gone to war for, he muses, the type that makes men lose their reason.

Keep the Hits Coming (au)

2013-11-24T00:00:06Z

Title: Keep the Hits Coming (au)
Author: Dreaminginside
Words: ~1300
Pairings: Jennakta
Warnings: None
Rating: G
Summary: Talk Shit Get Hit!Verse. Taeyang is being unusually quiet, and Yoonchul sends a small thanks to any god that is listening for universal fear of angry librarians.

Yoonchul waits for the sarcastic reply, this time writing around a poorly drawn butterfly, or another dick, he doesn’t really know.

Talk Shit Get Hit

2013-11-18T17:55:57Z

Title: Talk Shit Get Hit (au)
Author: Dreaminginside
Words: ~800
Pairings: Jennakta
Warnings: None
Rating: G
Summary: Talk Shit Get Hit: A phrase that basically means if you piss someone off then they'll tear your fuckin face up with brass knuckles.

“This is why my mom hates you,” Yoonchul grumbles, letting Taeyang pull him up from the chair and drag him down the hall, pink slip and tissues forgotten on the floor. “You’re such a bad influence.”

Run the Bases

2013-10-14T05:40:06Z

Title: Run the Bases (au)
Author: Dreaminginside
Words: ~3600
Pairings: Yoongi/Jimin
Warnings: None
Rating: G
Summary: Yoongi likes the feel of summer grass beneath his skin.

take me out the the ballgame
third Yoongi likes the feel of summer grass beneath his skin. There’s a baseball moon in the sky and he grins as he throws an arm over his face, still cool morning air seeping through his sweat drenched practice uniform. His legs still tingle from the morning run, and he thinks he can hear Seokjin and Namjoon yelling in back and forth in the distance, tensions running high as spring comes to a close and summer begins. He grins, and breathes deep the thought of tournaments, wonders how far they’ll make it this year. It’s a good year for last chances, he thinks. He grunts as a weight lands on his stomach, pushing his back farther into the dew covered grass, moving his arm from his eyes to catch a head of chestnut hair resting on his ribs. He growls halfheartedly as the offending head digs further into his chest, attempting to shove the offending body off to no avail, bright smile all he gets in return. Jimin is a strange anomaly in Yoongi’s life. “We’ll win this year,” Jimin mumbles into his stomach, and Yoongi is almost touched at the sentiment for a moment. The kids have come a long way, since he and Hoseok and Namjoon started all this last year. “After all, you’ve got a perfect clean up hitter now” “Brat,” Yoongi laughs, flicking Jimin in the forehead. Jimin smiles with all his teeth and Yoongi puts his arm back over his eyes, wondering how all this came to be. “Just because I bat fifth now doesn’t mean I’m going to score any less runs. Don’t get cocky now.” “I wouldn’t dream of it,” Jimin sings, tracing circles on the grass stain above Yoongi’s hip, and Yoongi lets him. Yoongi lets his hand settle in Jimin’s hair, sliding his hands through sweat drenched locks with little care. Jimin sighs and Yoongi feels his heart tug, eyes fluttering shut. He begins to wonder if they’re tracing a rather thin line. “We’ll go all the way.” time out “Yoongi you have to.” “Don’t tell me what to do.” “You played in middle school! I know you haven’t forgotten how to hit a ball.” “Two years gone rusty, you two don’t want me.” “I’ll put those pictures of you from the maid café on the internet.” “Jung Hoseok, start running. I am going to kill you.” first It starts with three. Hoseok, Namjoon and him, standing in the center of a much long unused diamond on the first day of the school year. There’s a very short discussion in which end by playing rock paper scissors to decide captain, and thus it becomes Namjoon’s job to find the rest of their team. Seokjin is dragged, kicking and yelling complaints, when Hoseok recognizes him from middle school league in the crowd of new faces. Hyosang gets caught in with Seokjin’s flailing limbs, and simply smiles from the side as Namjoon uses bargaining strategies to convince the former pitcher to join a just starting team. Donghyuk catches a wayward ball that comes flying at his head as he walks by and it’s enough to get him forced on the team, and they find out Ikje doesn’t have a bad arm on him. They scramble together enough people to field a team, and Yoongi thinks this is somewhat like a strange dream becoming reality. He didn’t come here to play ball, and yet here he is on the first game of their high school’s very first season, ball cracking hard against his glove as Hoseok hurls it his way from first. They practice long and hard and latent talent with their sprinkled in veterans makes victory taste sweeter than the candies that Yoongi’s mom slips in his schoolbag in the mornings. Yoongi wears a gold 7 on his back with pride, and hits enough runs on clean up to know that his middle school years full of practice off the bench weren’t for nothing. He and Hoseok spend most of their games grinning at each other from across the field, and they get it down to a science to figure out when a runner feels brash enough to steal, Donghyuk following their cues from second. For all of Seokjin’s complaining he follows Namjoon’s signs without fail, and despite being the noisiest pair of all time, they complement each other. Camaraderie weaves through them like the small grasses that Hoseok has taken to weaving together before practice. He says it’s like them, with that bright smile of his, and that they should probably start folding paper cranes if they want to make it to the finals. Yoongi punches him in the arm, and dares to dream. In retrospect, Yoongi thinks even a thousand cranes wouldn’t have helped them. Their final defeat is bitter like the tears that stream down Yoongi’s face, and he can swear he didn’t mean to get this invested in a silly dream three boys thought up at the end of spring. Namjoon gives a rousing speech between barely there sniffles, and Yoongi laughs because this is so like them. Next year, he says. They’ll all come back and win it all, the summer tournament will be theirs. Yoongi grits his teeth and promises himself this, because lazy as he may be, he doesn’t want to have to watch his friends cry any more. Tears filled with broken dreams and let down hopes aren’t fitting for them. ... The dust settles and the off season finds them still close, all but Ikje young enough to be around at least one more year. Hoseok nudges him in the shoulder, and asks him what he thinks the next round of freshman will be like. Maybe they’ll get a good turn out, they did make it rather far. Yoongi shrugs him off and counts dashes on the ball in his hand instead. He doubts it. second Jimin enters the team like a whirlwind. He’s on the field the morning training starts, sitting square on the mound and raising an eyebrow when Yoongi approaches. He grins when he declares that he knew they had a hardball club around here somewhere, shouts out his name, and asks where he can get his uniform. Yoongi scoffs, it isn’t exactly hard to join, but Seokjin’s yelling precedes any answer. There’s a rumor that a certain Park Jimin of the middle school leagues could hit any ball. “Hit my pitch,” Seokjin crosses his arms over his chest and looks down at the boy with something like curiosity. Yoongi wants to groan, they can use all the members they can get without any bizarre trials. He looks to Namjoon as the others slowly make their way onto the diamond, but their captain simply looks interested. “Hit it, and you’re in.” Hyosang scoffs and Yoongi knows why. At some point over the break Seokjin figures out his own brand of forkball, there’s a wicked drop to it that Yoongi just isn’t comfortable with, and he’s struck out the whole team with it so far. Jimin just shrugs and smiles brightly, popping off the ground and holding his hand out for a bat. Namjoon sighs and puts on his glove, crouching behind the plate and waiting. Yoongi pushes Hoseok out to the outfield and sits himself down on the grass. He’d like to watch and see if this kid is in fact all he’s cracked up to be. Donghyuk sits next to him, and they watch as Seokjin throws a warm up. “Do you think he’ll hit it?” Donghyuk raises and eyebrow and Yoongi shrugs back. He’s picked up Hoseok’s habit of tying grass ends together, and doesn’t look up. There’s a particularly stubborn blade that refuses to bend, and it holds his attention for a moment. “Are we really not letting him in if he strikes out?” “Hell no,” Yoongi looks up from his little grass lattice and snorts, thinking that there is no way they’re letting anyone with any shred of interest leave. Not when they’re a few members down thanks to graduation. “It’ll just make Seokjin feel better if he can beat this so called legend at his own game.” Donghyuk wants to reply, he can tell, but he waves his hand as Seokjin takes up his stance. Yoongi is still trying to figure out his secret, so he sets aside his grass and squints close, watching the trajectory as the pitch leaves Seokjin’s hand. Jimin doesn’t even flinch. The ball hits Namjoon’s glove with a solid crack and he calls out the strike, Yoongi wondering what Jimin is waiting on as the pitch is thrown back. The sun rises higher in the sky, the morning beginning to break into afternoon heat, and Yoongi wonders if he’s imagining the narrowing of Jimin’s eyes this time. “He’ll hit it,” A voice says lightly from behind Yoongi’s shoulder, and Yoongi thinks he might have a heart attack. A boy sporting an amused smile sits down next to him, crushing Yoongi’s grass weaves. “He’s figured it out.” Yoongi grunts and turns back, in time to see the ball come hurtling from Seokjin’s hand. This time Jimin brings his bat forward, eyes glinting as he shuffles forward hands moving to the very end of the handle to give him enough reach to just knick the ball. Seokjin’s eyes widen in surprise, and Hoseok scrambles to catch the ball from his spot behind second, having been throughly not paying attention. “Does this mean I’m in?” There’s a moment of silence before Yoongi begins to laugh, full and uncaring at the expression of shock on Seokjin’s face, and Jimin’s eyes meet his for a short moment. Namjoon takes off his glove to properly shake Jimin’s hand, and the boy who was so sure of him turns out to be a boy by the name of Taehyung, whose absolute confidence in Jimin and ability to read ticks and tells of pitchers turn out to be incredibly useful. Yoongi pushes himself off the ground with minimal effort, and pushes his hand out for Jimin to shake as well. He gives him a grin with all his teeth, and feels something like hope spring from his veins when their hands touch. “Welcome to the team.” seventh inning stretch Jimin takes to following him home. Yoongi can’t say he likes this. “Don’t you have anything else to do?” Yoongi’s lip twitches as he finds Jimin sitting on the handlebars of his bike for the fourth time that week. Jimin hops off as he reaches to unlock it. They’ve become something of a pair since Jimin stole his spot as clean up hitter, that in itself being a rather large affair. “Go with Taehyung, your house in in his direction.” Yoongi is only comforted that the centimeter he has on Jimin’s height allows him to hit the real runs, selectively ignoring that Jimin is probably a much better all around hitter than he is. Training camp teaches him this, Taehyung laughing at the both of them as they come to near blows attempting to out fight each other into the position. Namjoon settles it by pushing Yoongi into the ground, cleats pressing into his back as he hands Jimin his uniform. “I’d rather go with you,” Jimin smiles his dazzling smile and hops on Yoongi’s handlebars again once the bike is free, Yoongi sighing in resignation. “Namjoon did say we should get to know each other better.” “Namjoon says a lot of things,” Yoongi snorts, remembering the latest speech about teamwork and how Yoongi should stop trying to take Jimin’s head off with the ball when he throws it to him. “Just don’t crash us with your fatass, alright?” Jimin’s smile simply grows wider as he settles himself and Yoongi begins to pedal. He doesn’t think he needs to get to know much more about Jimin, simply because he thinks he already knows all their is. These nightly bike rides have done much for his Jimin trivia, and he thinks he may even know Jimin’s blood type at this point. Jimin talks about anything and everything under the sun as Yoongi focuses on them not crashing along the sidewalk as the sky darkens to just the stars and streetlights helping him find his way to his Jimin’s or his house, depending on how he far he wants to bike in one night. Sometimes, they both end up in Yoongi’s room, window open to let in warm summer air as they talk about all manner of things. Jimin’s favorite thing to talk about is baseball. The way Jimin’s eyes light up when he talks about stats and gloves and the upcoming tournament is incredible in a way, Yoongi thinks. He’s passionate in a way that Yoongi doesn’t think he himself is, and sometimes he doesn’t feel the need to chime in at all. He simply watches the way Jimin’s eyes reflect the stars and the fire that burns in them on their own. He laughs when Jimin fumbles over his words in his excitement, and punches him in the shoulder when another dig at his inability to read pitches is poked at. When it’s too late to go back home and Jimin is slumped against Yoongi’s window, he pulls out the spare futon and blanket, arranging the blanket around Jimin’s shoulders. His hand hesitates as he brushes a stray lock away from Jimin’s face, and he wonders if this is the end for him. He’ll admit it, he might like him. Just a tiny, tiny bit. home The last remains of summer grass is warm under Yoongi’s skin as he’s tackled into it. Jimin brings in three runs to put them over in the bottom of the eighth and Seokjin keeps their opponent at nearly not hits, the one that does make it through caught by Hyosang in right field. Yoongi falls to his knees after they shake hands with their opponents, and he can’t quite believe that they did it. Seokjin is on him first, and they share matching grins because this is it for them. Everyone else piles on top of them, and suddenly it’s too hard to breathe, Yoongi suffocated under the weight of dreams. He promised himself he wouldn’t cry this time, but he thinks he lets a few slip out under the pretense of joy, summer league trophy in their hands when no one else believed in them. A hand grabs his in the pile, and Yoongi knows without having to look that it’s Jimin, squeezing back with all his might as they collect themselves for the award ceremonies. “Are you really crying?” Jimin elbows him in the ribs with a grin and shining eyes, and Yoongi almost pushes him into the dirt above home plate. Almost. Instead he flicks him on the forehead, solid crack sending him into a fit of laughter as Jimin clutches his head. Namjoon kicks him in the shin and it only prompts him to laugh harder, throwing his arms around both their shoulders as they walk. Hoseok insists on having a commemorative photo, and so they all line up, grins so wide their faces could break in half, faces set in all manner of stupidity. They haul themselves back to the locker room after, and Yoongi just takes a moment to sit, still grinning, before he takes off his uniform and returns to reality. They stay together as long as possible afterwards, Namjoon’s mother hosting their motley crew for samgyupsal until the moon is high in the sky, spirits and adrenaline still running high. They part ways to go home eventually, and Yoongi isn’t surprised in the least when he finds Jimin on the ground next to his bike, knotted blades of grass sitting on his lap. “Did Hoseok start rubbing off on you too?” He asks, smiling as he sits down next to him in favor of untying his bike just yet. Jimin shrugs sheepishly, and Yoongi has to wonder what it is that makes it so hard for Jimin to look him in the eyes suddenly. “We won today, don’t look so sad. You’ve still got another two years to keep this streak up. Unless you know any other geniuses who are going to stumble here and take your spot like you did to me.” Yoongi shoves his shoulder against Jimin’s, but the other boy just crinkles his nose, uncharacteristic shyness piquing Yoongi’s curiosity. “I don’t really want you to graduate,” Jimin finally says slowly, pulling the knots in his hands tighter and tighter. Yoongi begins to grin as he catches the light pink tint on Jimin’s cheeks, and he thinks about the stars in the sky and how they reflect in Jimin’s eyes, thinks about baseball and victory and dreams and everything in between. “Park Jimin, are you trying to confess to me right now,” It’s a question that comes out like a statement, and Jimin’s eyes grow to the size of saucers as he actually chokes, grass knots coming apart in his hands. The look on Jimin’s face says disgust and Yoongi can actually see his mind forming the words I’m not a girl, I wouldn’t do something so girly so he stops them from coming out. Jimin’s lips are chapped against his, and Yoongi smiles wide as Jimin flails his arms around before settling them on Yoongi’s shoulders. Jimin is all sharp planes and angles, and Yoongi keeps a hand under his jaw, thumb pressing against Jimin’s neck. Yoongi lets his eyes close and pulls back enough to look Jimin in the eyes, lips tasting of summer and stars and the spice of their dinner. “I accept, despite your spectacular lack of words,” He grins at Jimin as the other boy takes a moment to register before punching him rapidly on the shoulder, declaring him the largest idiot in the history of time. Yoongi simply laughs and thinks he likes this Jimin much better, all fire in his eyes and retorts on his tongue. He kisses him again because he can, and Jimin lets him, flipping off Yoongi’s snapback with a laugh and burying his hands in his hair. Yoongi nearly crashes the both of them into the river when Jimin decides that kissing and bike riding should go together, but Yoongi doesn’t mind, it would have been worth it. When they fall asleep next to Yoongi’s window that night, Jimin’s head resting on Yoongi’s collar, Yoongi likes to think that the stars twinkle especially for them, all of them. Sometimes, it’s worth putting your stock in baseball moons and farfetched dreams. bonus homerun The whole team sees he and Seokjin off at graduation. Yoongi for one is simply amazed that they both even passed their third year, little work getting done when so many tournaments were left to play after their incredible summer win. Seokjin is as equally surprised, but still happy, Hyosang currently hauling him around on his back as Seokjin serenades the team. Yoongi is simply happy to watch the antics, Seokjin and Namjoon arguing yet again about something, until Taehyung comes up behind him, steering him in Jimin’s direction. The other boy just getting to them from where he’d been seated. “Hey,” Yoongi grins as Jimin launches himself at him, swinging the younger boy around and letting his cap drop to the ground with little concern. Jimin grins at him so wide that his eyes crinkle, their groups rather off key congratulation song a rather unfitting background. “Hey,” Jimin mimes, looking Yoongi up and down in his gown and clucking in disapproval, Yoongi snorting in reply. “You actually graduated. Here I was thinking that Donghyuk was going to hack the computers to fail the both of you. Getting by without you two will be interesting.” “You guys will manage,” Yoongi laughs, because he knows it’s true. Even as much as he rants about them needing him, they really don’t. “Isn’t that Jeon Jeongguk supposed to be something else, anyway? I heard he was coming here.” “Not the same,” Jimin sighs, but Yoongi can still hear the smile in his voice. He almost hopes that Jeongguk is good enough at hitting to knock Jimin from his spot, and the thought brings a laugh from his throat as Jimin wraps an arm around his neck. “But I guess I can still see you whenever I want.” It’s a kiss that’s filled with teeth thanks to their inability to stop grinning, but Jimin tastes sweet like that warm summer grass that Yoongi likes so much, and he picks him up to spin around. They nearly fall down when Yoongi underestimates the amount of effort to pick someone up, but any laughter is effectively drowned out by the team’s catcalls. Yoongi groans and pushes Jimin back, glaring in the rest of the group’s direction and stage whispering to a grinning Jimin. “Quick, we’re going to go get my bike run them all over. We won, we don’t need a team anymore.” Jimin laughs, and Yoongi grabs his hand as they run off. He doesn’t really think about the future, because right now, right now is pretty perfect to him. ....... a/n: This is for Kelsey!!! She is very very lovely but also evil because she made me ship this like the dickens oh man. Also this is extremely self indulgent I love baseball I hope everyone else does too! Thank you for reading! :) Comments are appreciated;;

take me out the the ballgame

third

Yoongi likes the feel of summer grass beneath his skin.

There’s a baseball moon in the sky and he grins as he throws an arm over his face, still cool morning air seeping through his sweat drenched practice uniform. His legs still tingle from the morning run, and he thinks he can hear Seokjin and Namjoon yelling in back and forth in the distance, tensions running high as spring comes to a close and summer begins.

He grins, and breathes deep the thought of tournaments, wonders how far they’ll make it this year.

It’s a good year for last chances, he thinks.

He grunts as a weight lands on his stomach, pushing his back farther into the dew covered grass, moving his arm from his eyes to catch a head of chestnut hair resting on his ribs. He growls halfheartedly as the offending head digs further into his chest, attempting to shove the offending body off to no avail, bright smile all he gets in return.

Jimin is a strange anomaly in Yoongi’s life.

“We’ll win this year,” Jimin mumbles into his stomach, and Yoongi is almost touched at the sentiment for a moment. The kids have come a long way, since he and Hoseok and Namjoon started all this last year. “After all, you’ve got a perfect clean up hitter now”

“Brat,” Yoongi laughs, flicking Jimin in the forehead. Jimin smiles with all his teeth and Yoongi puts his arm back over his eyes, wondering how all this came to be. “Just because I bat fifth now doesn’t mean I’m going to score any less runs. Don’t get cocky now.”

“I wouldn’t dream of it,” Jimin sings, tracing circles on the grass stain above Yoongi’s hip, and Yoongi lets him. Yoongi lets his hand settle in Jimin’s hair, sliding his hands through sweat drenched locks with little care. Jimin sighs and Yoongi feels his heart tug, eyes fluttering shut. He begins to wonder if they’re tracing a rather thin line.

“We’ll go all the way.”

time out

“Yoongi you have to.”

“Don’t tell me what to do.”

“You played in middle school! I know you haven’t forgotten how to hit a ball.”

“Two years gone rusty, you two don’t want me.”

“I’ll put those pictures of you from the maid café on the internet.”

“Jung Hoseok, start running. I am going to kill you.”

first

It starts with three.

Hoseok, Namjoon and him, standing in the center of a much long unused diamond on the first day of the school year. There’s a very short discussion in which end by playing rock paper scissors to decide captain, and thus it becomes Namjoon’s job to find the rest of their team.

Seokjin is dragged, kicking and yelling complaints, when Hoseok recognizes him from middle school league in the crowd of new faces. Hyosang gets caught in with Seokjin’s flailing limbs, and simply smiles from the side as Namjoon uses bargaining strategies to convince the former pitcher to join a just starting team.

Donghyuk catches a wayward ball that comes flying at his head as he walks by and it’s enough to get him forced on the team, and they find out Ikje doesn’t have a bad arm on him. They scramble together enough people to field a team, and Yoongi thinks this is somewhat like a strange dream becoming reality.

He didn’t come here to play ball, and yet here he is on the first game of their high school’s very first season, ball cracking hard against his glove as Hoseok hurls it his way from first.

They practice long and hard and latent talent with their sprinkled in veterans makes victory taste sweeter than the candies that Yoongi’s mom slips in his schoolbag in the mornings. Yoongi wears a gold 7 on his back with pride, and hits enough runs on clean up to know that his middle school years full of practice off the bench weren’t for nothing.

He and Hoseok spend most of their games grinning at each other from across the field, and they get it down to a science to figure out when a runner feels brash enough to steal, Donghyuk following their cues from second. For all of Seokjin’s complaining he follows Namjoon’s signs without fail, and despite being the noisiest pair of all time, they complement each other.

Camaraderie weaves through them like the small grasses that Hoseok has taken to weaving together before practice. He says it’s like them, with that bright smile of his, and that they should probably start folding paper cranes if they want to make it to the finals. Yoongi punches him in the arm, and dares to dream.

In retrospect, Yoongi thinks even a thousand cranes wouldn’t have helped them.

Their final defeat is bitter like the tears that stream down Yoongi’s face, and he can swear he didn’t mean to get this invested in a silly dream three boys thought up at the end of spring. Namjoon gives a rousing speech between barely there sniffles, and Yoongi laughs because this is so like them.

Next year, he says. They’ll all come back and win it all, the summer tournament will be theirs. Yoongi grits his teeth and promises himself this, because lazy as he may be, he doesn’t want to have to watch his friends cry any more.

Tears filled with broken dreams and let down hopes aren’t fitting for them.

...

The dust settles and the off season finds them still close, all but Ikje young enough to be around at least one more year. Hoseok nudges him in the shoulder, and asks him what he thinks the next round of freshman will be like. Maybe they’ll get a good turn out, they did make it rather far.

Yoongi shrugs him off and counts dashes on the ball in his hand instead.

He doubts it.

second

Jimin enters the team like a whirlwind.

He’s on the field the morning training starts, sitting square on the mound and raising an eyebrow when Yoongi approaches. He grins when he declares that he knew they had a hardball club around here somewhere, shouts out his name, and asks where he can get his uniform. Yoongi scoffs, it isn’t exactly hard to join, but Seokjin’s yelling precedes any answer.

There’s a rumor that a certain Park Jimin of the middle school leagues could hit any ball.

“Hit my pitch,” Seokjin crosses his arms over his chest and looks down at the boy with something like curiosity. Yoongi wants to groan, they can use all the members they can get without any bizarre trials. He looks to Namjoon as the others slowly make their way onto the diamond, but their captain simply looks interested. “Hit it, and you’re in.”

Hyosang scoffs and Yoongi knows why. At some point over the break Seokjin figures out his own brand of forkball, there’s a wicked drop to it that Yoongi just isn’t comfortable with, and he’s struck out the whole team with it so far. Jimin just shrugs and smiles brightly, popping off the ground and holding his hand out for a bat. Namjoon sighs and puts on his glove, crouching behind the plate and waiting.

Yoongi pushes Hoseok out to the outfield and sits himself down on the grass. He’d like to watch and see if this kid is in fact all he’s cracked up to be. Donghyuk sits next to him, and they watch as Seokjin throws a warm up.

“Do you think he’ll hit it?” Donghyuk raises and eyebrow and Yoongi shrugs back. He’s picked up Hoseok’s habit of tying grass ends together, and doesn’t look up. There’s a particularly stubborn blade that refuses to bend, and it holds his attention for a moment. “Are we really not letting him in if he strikes out?”

“Hell no,” Yoongi looks up from his little grass lattice and snorts, thinking that there is no way they’re letting anyone with any shred of interest leave. Not when they’re a few members down thanks to graduation. “It’ll just make Seokjin feel better if he can beat this so called legend at his own game.”

Donghyuk wants to reply, he can tell, but he waves his hand as Seokjin takes up his stance. Yoongi is still trying to figure out his secret, so he sets aside his grass and squints close, watching the trajectory as the pitch leaves Seokjin’s hand.

Jimin doesn’t even flinch.

The ball hits Namjoon’s glove with a solid crack and he calls out the strike, Yoongi wondering what Jimin is waiting on as the pitch is thrown back. The sun rises higher in the sky, the morning beginning to break into afternoon heat, and Yoongi wonders if he’s imagining the narrowing of Jimin’s eyes this time.

“He’ll hit it,” A voice says lightly from behind Yoongi’s shoulder, and Yoongi thinks he might have a heart attack. A boy sporting an amused smile sits down next to him, crushing Yoongi’s grass weaves. “He’s figured it out.”

Yoongi grunts and turns back, in time to see the ball come hurtling from Seokjin’s hand. This time Jimin brings his bat forward, eyes glinting as he shuffles forward hands moving to the very end of the handle to give him enough reach to just knick the ball. Seokjin’s eyes widen in surprise, and Hoseok scrambles to catch the ball from his spot behind second, having been throughly not paying attention.

“Does this mean I’m in?”

There’s a moment of silence before Yoongi begins to laugh, full and uncaring at the expression of shock on Seokjin’s face, and Jimin’s eyes meet his for a short moment. Namjoon takes off his glove to properly shake Jimin’s hand, and the boy who was so sure of him turns out to be a boy by the name of Taehyung, whose absolute confidence in Jimin and ability to read ticks and tells of pitchers turn out to be incredibly useful.

Yoongi pushes himself off the ground with minimal effort, and pushes his hand out for Jimin to shake as well. He gives him a grin with all his teeth, and feels something like hope spring from his veins when their hands touch.

“Welcome to the team.”

seventh inning stretch

Jimin takes to following him home. Yoongi can’t say he likes this.

“Don’t you have anything else to do?” Yoongi’s lip twitches as he finds Jimin sitting on the handlebars of his bike for the fourth time that week. Jimin hops off as he reaches to unlock it. They’ve become something of a pair since Jimin stole his spot as clean up hitter, that in itself being a rather large affair. “Go with Taehyung, your house in in his direction.”

Yoongi is only comforted that the centimeter he has on Jimin’s height allows him to hit the real runs, selectively ignoring that Jimin is probably a much better all around hitter than he is. Training camp teaches him this, Taehyung laughing at the both of them as they come to near blows attempting to out fight each other into the position. Namjoon settles it by pushing Yoongi into the ground, cleats pressing into his back as he hands Jimin his uniform.

“I’d rather go with you,” Jimin smiles his dazzling smile and hops on Yoongi’s handlebars again once the bike is free, Yoongi sighing in resignation. “Namjoon did say we should get to know each other better.”

“Namjoon says a lot of things,” Yoongi snorts, remembering the latest speech about teamwork and how Yoongi should stop trying to take Jimin’s head off with the ball when he throws it to him. “Just don’t crash us with your fatass, alright?”

Jimin’s smile simply grows wider as he settles himself and Yoongi begins to pedal. He doesn’t think he needs to get to know much more about Jimin, simply because he thinks he already knows all their is. These nightly bike rides have done much for his Jimin trivia, and he thinks he may even know Jimin’s blood type at this point.

Jimin talks about anything and everything under the sun as Yoongi focuses on them not crashing along the sidewalk as the sky darkens to just the stars and streetlights helping him find his way to his Jimin’s or his house, depending on how he far he wants to bike in one night. Sometimes, they both end up in Yoongi’s room, window open to let in warm summer air as they talk about all manner of things.

Jimin’s favorite thing to talk about is baseball.

The way Jimin’s eyes light up when he talks about stats and gloves and the upcoming tournament is incredible in a way, Yoongi thinks. He’s passionate in a way that Yoongi doesn’t think he himself is, and sometimes he doesn’t feel the need to chime in at all. He simply watches the way Jimin’s eyes reflect the stars and the fire that burns in them on their own. He laughs when Jimin fumbles over his words in his excitement, and punches him in the shoulder when another dig at his inability to read pitches is poked at.

When it’s too late to go back home and Jimin is slumped against Yoongi’s window, he pulls out the spare futon and blanket, arranging the blanket around Jimin’s shoulders. His hand hesitates as he brushes a stray lock away from Jimin’s face, and he wonders if this is the end for him.

He’ll admit it, he might like him. Just a tiny, tiny bit.

home

The last remains of summer grass is warm under Yoongi’s skin as he’s tackled into it.

Jimin brings in three runs to put them over in the bottom of the eighth and Seokjin keeps their opponent at nearly not hits, the one that does make it through caught by Hyosang in right field. Yoongi falls to his knees after they shake hands with their opponents, and he can’t quite believe that they did it.

Seokjin is on him first, and they share matching grins because this is it for them. Everyone else piles on top of them, and suddenly it’s too hard to breathe, Yoongi suffocated under the weight of dreams. He promised himself he wouldn’t cry this time, but he thinks he lets a few slip out under the pretense of joy, summer league trophy in their hands when no one else believed in them.

A hand grabs his in the pile, and Yoongi knows without having to look that it’s Jimin, squeezing back with all his might as they collect themselves for the award ceremonies.

“Are you really crying?” Jimin elbows him in the ribs with a grin and shining eyes, and Yoongi almost pushes him into the dirt above home plate. Almost. Instead he flicks him on the forehead, solid crack sending him into a fit of laughter as Jimin clutches his head. Namjoon kicks him in the shin and it only prompts him to laugh harder, throwing his arms around both their shoulders as they walk.

Hoseok insists on having a commemorative photo, and so they all line up, grins so wide their faces could break in half, faces set in all manner of stupidity. They haul themselves back to the locker room after, and Yoongi just takes a moment to sit, still grinning, before he takes off his uniform and returns to reality.

They stay together as long as possible afterwards, Namjoon’s mother hosting their motley crew for samgyupsal until the moon is high in the sky, spirits and adrenaline still running high. They part ways to go home eventually, and Yoongi isn’t surprised in the least when he finds Jimin on the ground next to his bike, knotted blades of grass sitting on his lap.

“Did Hoseok start rubbing off on you too?” He asks, smiling as he sits down next to him in favor of untying his bike just yet. Jimin shrugs sheepishly, and Yoongi has to wonder what it is that makes it so hard for Jimin to look him in the eyes suddenly. “We won today, don’t look so sad. You’ve still got another two years to keep this streak up. Unless you know any other geniuses who are going to stumble here and take your spot like you did to me.”

Yoongi shoves his shoulder against Jimin’s, but the other boy just crinkles his nose, uncharacteristic shyness piquing Yoongi’s curiosity.

“I don’t really want you to graduate,” Jimin finally says slowly, pulling the knots in his hands tighter and tighter. Yoongi begins to grin as he catches the light pink tint on Jimin’s cheeks, and he thinks about the stars in the sky and how they reflect in Jimin’s eyes, thinks about baseball and victory and dreams and everything in between.

“Park Jimin, are you trying to confess to me right now,” It’s a question that comes out like a statement, and Jimin’s eyes grow to the size of saucers as he actually chokes, grass knots coming apart in his hands.

The look on Jimin’s face says disgust and Yoongi can actually see his mind forming the words I’m not a girl, I wouldn’t do something so girly so he stops them from coming out.

Jimin’s lips are chapped against his, and Yoongi smiles wide as Jimin flails his arms around before settling them on Yoongi’s shoulders. Jimin is all sharp planes and angles, and Yoongi keeps a hand under his jaw, thumb pressing against Jimin’s neck. Yoongi lets his eyes close and pulls back enough to look Jimin in the eyes, lips tasting of summer and stars and the spice of their dinner.

“I accept, despite your spectacular lack of words,” He grins at Jimin as the other boy takes a moment to register before punching him rapidly on the shoulder, declaring him the largest idiot in the history of time. Yoongi simply laughs and thinks he likes this Jimin much better, all fire in his eyes and retorts on his tongue. He kisses him again because he can, and Jimin lets him, flipping off Yoongi’s snapback with a laugh and burying his hands in his hair.

Yoongi nearly crashes the both of them into the river when Jimin decides that kissing and bike riding should go together, but Yoongi doesn’t mind, it would have been worth it. When they fall asleep next to Yoongi’s window that night, Jimin’s head resting on Yoongi’s collar, Yoongi likes to think that the stars twinkle especially for them, all of them.

Sometimes, it’s worth putting your stock in baseball moons and farfetched dreams.

bonus

homerun

The whole team sees he and Seokjin off at graduation.

Yoongi for one is simply amazed that they both even passed their third year, little work getting done when so many tournaments were left to play after their incredible summer win. Seokjin is as equally surprised, but still happy, Hyosang currently hauling him around on his back as Seokjin serenades the team.

Yoongi is simply happy to watch the antics, Seokjin and Namjoon arguing yet again about something, until Taehyung comes up behind him, steering him in Jimin’s direction. The other boy just getting to them from where he’d been seated.

“Hey,” Yoongi grins as Jimin launches himself at him, swinging the younger boy around and letting his cap drop to the ground with little concern. Jimin grins at him so wide that his eyes crinkle, their groups rather off key congratulation song a rather unfitting background.

“Hey,” Jimin mimes, looking Yoongi up and down in his gown and clucking in disapproval, Yoongi snorting in reply. “You actually graduated. Here I was thinking that Donghyuk was going to hack the computers to fail the both of you. Getting by without you two will be interesting.”

“You guys will manage,” Yoongi laughs, because he knows it’s true. Even as much as he rants about them needing him, they really don’t. “Isn’t that Jeon Jeongguk supposed to be something else, anyway? I heard he was coming here.”

“Not the same,” Jimin sighs, but Yoongi can still hear the smile in his voice. He almost hopes that Jeongguk is good enough at hitting to knock Jimin from his spot, and the thought brings a laugh from his throat as Jimin wraps an arm around his neck. “But I guess I can still see you whenever I want.”

It’s a kiss that’s filled with teeth thanks to their inability to stop grinning, but Jimin tastes sweet like that warm summer grass that Yoongi likes so much, and he picks him up to spin around. They nearly fall down when Yoongi underestimates the amount of effort to pick someone up, but any laughter is effectively drowned out by the team’s catcalls. Yoongi groans and pushes Jimin back, glaring in the rest of the group’s direction and stage whispering to a grinning Jimin.

“Quick, we’re going to go get my bike run them all over. We won, we don’t need a team anymore.”

Jimin laughs, and Yoongi grabs his hand as they run off. He doesn’t really think about the future, because right now, right now is pretty perfect to him.

.......

a/n: This is for Kelsey!!! She is very very lovely but also evil because she made me ship this like the dickens oh man. Also this is extremely self indulgent I love baseball I hope everyone else does too! Thank you for reading! :) Comments are appreciated;;

To You

2013-09-08T06:01:32Z

Title: To You
Author: dreaminginside
Words: ~1150
Pairing: Ken/Hongbin
Warnings: None
Rating: PG
Summary: Jaehwan remembers the smile of a boy he has never seen.

Somewhere deep in the recesses of his mind there is a memory that he has never lived through that springs to the forefront every now and again.

Coffee Break

2013-08-18T04:49:37Z

Title: Coffee Break
Author: dreaminginside
Words: ~1300
Pairing: Ken/Hongbin
Warnings: None
Rating: PG
Summary: Hongbin is rather certain that Jaehwan’s blood stream is filled with coffee at this point.

If Hongbin were to cut him, it would likely bleed out of Jaehwan in dark brown rivers, maybe lightened a hue by the sheer amount of cream that Jaehwan dumps into his cups, mug nearly permanently attached to his hand.

Across the Universe

2013-08-07T05:39:26Z

Title: Across the Universe (Au!fic)
Author: dreaminginside
Words: ~1600
Pairing: Ken/Hongbin
Rating: PG
Summary: Jaehwan hates instant coffee.

The coffee burns his throat as he swallows a gulp, but it doesn’t really matter as the lights of the stars catch his eye, and Jaehwan scribbles tiny notes on his papers, his maps.

Macchiato Mondays

2013-07-17T01:40:14Z

Title: Macchiato Mondays
Author: Dreaminginside
Words: ~1200
Pairings:Jimin/Taehyung
Warnings: None
Rating: G
Summary: Jimin smiles at him, the one that makes him think that there’s really a devil behind that baby face, and Taehyung thinks he may really need an inhaler.

Macchiato Americano Expresso Coffee Sugar High
Taehyung is fond of watching. He sits beneath a tree and keeps a close eye on those who pass by, fresh page of a nearly filled notebook beneath his fingers. It’s meant for song lyrics, but somehow he always finds himself too distracted to find a muse, ideas all too often getting eaten by the doodles of hungry lions, thoughts jumbled in lines of pen. He prefers to watch. There are too many people that walk by with infinite amounts of stories to tell. Taehyung is sure that he’ll never meet any of them, and that only makes it more fascinating. He scratches out their stories between his lions, just below his lyrics, from the mundane to the fantastical, whatever his imagination happens to think fits those who catch his attention. There is one boy that catches his eye often, tending to be in the park around Taehyung’s usual time most days. Taehyung assumes he works at the small sweet shop nearby, watching the boy tear apart a small pastry and throw half to the birds surrounding him, sucking leftover sugar off his fingers. He has the face of an angel, the smile of a devil, and whenever Taehyung sees him he can only think that Park Jimin must be one of the people the sun keeps on shining for. Taehyung thinks he might like him, just a little bit. It’s why he’ll never admit to straining his eyes to their very limits to read the bubbly scrawl on the boy’s name tag to even know his name in the first place. There must be a point when people watching (Jimin watching, he thinks) becomes weird stalking, and Taehyung isn’t quite ready to cross that bridge with himself yet. Taehyung wonders if he’ll ever talk to him and introduce himself like a normal person. Probably not, he sighs to himself, forlornly doodling something that could be Jimin’s face. He’s not cut out for those kind of love stories. He will suffer on the side of an unnoticed puppy crush, and he thinks those might be the start of some decent lyrics. Doomed to watch from afar as the object of his affection skips past his usual bench and keeps walking towards him and -- “Are you alright?” Jimin asks him, kneeling down in front of Taehyung as the boy drops his notebook in shock. No, he’s not very alright, he thinks he might just have an asthma attack in fact. “I’ve seen you watching me quite a bit, I thought you might want to actually sit together once. Do you mind?” Jimin smiles at him, the one that makes him think that there’s really a devil behind that baby face, and Taehyung thinks he may really need an inhaler. He scoots over beneath his tree regardless, and Jimin sits in the grass beside him. Taehyung glances over long enough to notice he’s not wearing his usual uniform style outfit, looking much more comfortable in a cut off shirt and snap back. Taehyung stops breathing for a moment, and he wonders when he became such a girl. “I’m Jimin,” Jimin continues smiling, and Taehyung has to keep back an I know because he doesn’t want to ruin any moment that could be happening right now. He simply gathers up his notebook and chokes out his name in return, trying to make himself seem like he isn’t incredibly flustered. Jimin laughs, and Taehyung wonders why. “Is that me you were drawing?” “No,” Taehyung responds immediately, clutching it tighter to his chest and runs damage control. He had envisioned himself being much cooler than this.“I only draw lions. Nice, big, lions. No Jimins here.” “If you say so,” Jimin shrugs, smiling even brighter if possible. It makes Taehyung want to hit him in his stupid cute face. Taehyung’s filter misses the thought, and he almost tells Jimin this when the other boy seems to remember something, pulling two drinks out of the bag he’d brought with him and holding one out for Taehyung. “Carmel macchiato,” Jimin says proudly, prying the notebook out of Taehyung’s hands so he will take the drink. It’s warm in Taehyung’s hands, and he thinks that this must be the secret to a perfect autumn afternoon. Cute boys miraculously popping into your life with sugary drinks. “I’ve never seen you eat or drink anything, I thought maybe you’d want something. It reminded me of your hair.” “I must have saved the world in my past life to deserve this,” Taehyung muses out loud as thanks, taking a moment to tug on his hair. It’s a bit of a faded gold at this point, but if Jimin noticed it enough to remember him then it must be something special. It makes him feel like being brace. “Does this mean perhaps you’ve been watching me too, then?” “I don’t see how you could’ve missed it with your blatant staring, but maybe,” Jimin sings, bumping his shoulder against Taehyung’s. Taehyung almost can’t keep his grin in line, sipping the macchiato slowly. “It’s not everyday cute little lion boys decide to set their eyes on me, you know.” Taehyung spits carmel all over Jimin’s legs. There is a moment of mortification before Taehyung feels the laugh begin to bubble up in his chest, and soon it turns into full on hysteria, Jimin joining in after a moment. This is ridiculous, Taehyung thinks, things like this don’t happen in real life, not to people like him. “Now that I’ve embarrassed myself more than thought possible,” Taehyung mutters, leaning heavily against Jimin as the laughter works its way out of his system. He’s running low on bravery, and tries getting it all out in one fell swoop. “How about I buy us coffee?” “We’re already drinking coffee,” Jimin points out, and Taehyung chokes again. It’s what he deserves for trying to be like those guys from those drama he watches. “But I would love to have more coffee with you. It’s a date.” Taehyung chokes again, but this time Jimin has the good sense to move his legs, macchiato once again making great acquaintance with the ground. Taehyung, once again, believes an inhaler could have been a good investment. ... Their lives connect through a series of coffee dates that Taehyung logs in his little notebook, his lions chasing close behind. They talk about music and lyrics and life, and Taehyung finds it a little less hard to breathe each time. Jimin thinks it’s a secret, but Taehyung knows that he’s every bit as stupid as he is. Jimin is just better at hiding it, is all. And Taehyung can confirm indeed that the sun shines for Park Jimin, because it downright supernovas when he leans across the table to shut him up one day, that mischievous devil back in his eyes. Jimin tastes like the americano to his macchiato, and Taehyung feels like his insides have all ended up outside and there aren’t any lions around to save him. Jimin just grins and licks his lips, and Taehyung decides that there is no angel in there after all. He really should invest in an inhaler if this relationship (he chokes again) is going to continue. (Taehyung believes in happy endings, so it will. He buys an inhaler on ebay the very next day.) ..... Thank you so much for reading I hope you liked it and I'm sorry if I butchered anyone! Please be my friend also I will love you and write things ;;

Macchiato Americano Expresso Coffee Sugar High

Taehyung is fond of watching.

He sits beneath a tree and keeps a close eye on those who pass by, fresh page of a nearly filled notebook beneath his fingers. It’s meant for song lyrics, but somehow he always finds himself too distracted to find a muse, ideas all too often getting eaten by the doodles of hungry lions, thoughts jumbled in lines of pen.

He prefers to watch.

There are too many people that walk by with infinite amounts of stories to tell. Taehyung is sure that he’ll never meet any of them, and that only makes it more fascinating. He scratches out their stories between his lions, just below his lyrics, from the mundane to the fantastical, whatever his imagination happens to think fits those who catch his attention.

There is one boy that catches his eye often, tending to be in the park around Taehyung’s usual time most days. Taehyung assumes he works at the small sweet shop nearby, watching the boy tear apart a small pastry and throw half to the birds surrounding him, sucking leftover sugar off his fingers.

He has the face of an angel, the smile of a devil, and whenever Taehyung sees him he can only think that Park Jimin must be one of the people the sun keeps on shining for.

Taehyung thinks he might like him, just a little bit.

It’s why he’ll never admit to straining his eyes to their very limits to read the bubbly scrawl on the boy’s name tag to even know his name in the first place. There must be a point when people watching (Jimin watching, he thinks) becomes weird stalking, and Taehyung isn’t quite ready to cross that bridge with himself yet.

Taehyung wonders if he’ll ever talk to him and introduce himself like a normal person. Probably not, he sighs to himself, forlornly doodling something that could be Jimin’s face. He’s not cut out for those kind of love stories. He will suffer on the side of an unnoticed puppy crush, and he thinks those might be the start of some decent lyrics. Doomed to watch from afar as the object of his affection skips past his usual bench and keeps walking towards him and --

“Are you alright?” Jimin asks him, kneeling down in front of Taehyung as the boy drops his notebook in shock. No, he’s not very alright, he thinks he might just have an asthma attack in fact. “I’ve seen you watching me quite a bit, I thought you might want to actually sit together once. Do you mind?”

Jimin smiles at him, the one that makes him think that there’s really a devil behind that baby face, and Taehyung thinks he may really need an inhaler.

He scoots over beneath his tree regardless, and Jimin sits in the grass beside him. Taehyung glances over long enough to notice he’s not wearing his usual uniform style outfit, looking much more comfortable in a cut off shirt and snap back. Taehyung stops breathing for a moment, and he wonders when he became such a girl.

“I’m Jimin,” Jimin continues smiling, and Taehyung has to keep back an I know because he doesn’t want to ruin any moment that could be happening right now. He simply gathers up his notebook and chokes out his name in return, trying to make himself seem like he isn’t incredibly flustered. Jimin laughs, and Taehyung wonders why. “Is that me you were drawing?”

“No,” Taehyung responds immediately, clutching it tighter to his chest and runs damage control. He had envisioned himself being much cooler than this.“I only draw lions. Nice, big, lions. No Jimins here.”

“If you say so,” Jimin shrugs, smiling even brighter if possible. It makes Taehyung want to hit him in his stupid cute face. Taehyung’s filter misses the thought, and he almost tells Jimin this when the other boy seems to remember something, pulling two drinks out of the bag he’d brought with him and holding one out for Taehyung.

“Carmel macchiato,” Jimin says proudly, prying the notebook out of Taehyung’s hands so he will take the drink. It’s warm in Taehyung’s hands, and he thinks that this must be the secret to a perfect autumn afternoon. Cute boys miraculously popping into your life with sugary drinks. “I’ve never seen you eat or drink anything, I thought maybe you’d want something. It reminded me of your hair.”

“I must have saved the world in my past life to deserve this,” Taehyung muses out loud as thanks, taking a moment to tug on his hair. It’s a bit of a faded gold at this point, but if Jimin noticed it enough to remember him then it must be something special. It makes him feel like being brace. “Does this mean perhaps you’ve been watching me too, then?”

“I don’t see how you could’ve missed it with your blatant staring, but maybe,” Jimin sings, bumping his shoulder against Taehyung’s. Taehyung almost can’t keep his grin in line, sipping the macchiato slowly. “It’s not everyday cute little lion boys decide to set their eyes on me, you know.”

Taehyung spits carmel all over Jimin’s legs.

There is a moment of mortification before Taehyung feels the laugh begin to bubble up in his chest, and soon it turns into full on hysteria, Jimin joining in after a moment. This is ridiculous, Taehyung thinks, things like this don’t happen in real life, not to people like him.

“Now that I’ve embarrassed myself more than thought possible,” Taehyung mutters, leaning heavily against Jimin as the laughter works its way out of his system. He’s running low on bravery, and tries getting it all out in one fell swoop. “How about I buy us coffee?”

“We’re already drinking coffee,” Jimin points out, and Taehyung chokes again. It’s what he deserves for trying to be like those guys from those drama he watches. “But I would love to have more coffee with you. It’s a date.”

Taehyung chokes again, but this time Jimin has the good sense to move his legs, macchiato once again making great acquaintance with the ground. Taehyung, once again, believes an inhaler could have been a good investment.

...

Their lives connect through a series of coffee dates that Taehyung logs in his little notebook, his lions chasing close behind. They talk about music and lyrics and life, and Taehyung finds it a little less hard to breathe each time.

Jimin thinks it’s a secret, but Taehyung knows that he’s every bit as stupid as he is. Jimin is just better at hiding it, is all.

And Taehyung can confirm indeed that the sun shines for Park Jimin, because it downright supernovas when he leans across the table to shut him up one day, that mischievous devil back in his eyes.

Jimin tastes like the americano to his macchiato, and Taehyung feels like his insides have all ended up outside and there aren’t any lions around to save him. Jimin just grins and licks his lips, and Taehyung decides that there is no angel in there after all.

He really should invest in an inhaler if this relationship (he chokes again) is going to continue.

(Taehyung believes in happy endings, so it will. He buys an inhaler on ebay the very next day.)

.....

Thank you so much for reading I hope you liked it and I'm sorry if I butchered anyone! Please be my friend also I will love you and write things ;;

dreaminginside @ 2013-07-07T22:36:00

2013-07-08T02:36:58Z

Title: Fata Organa
Author: Dreaminginside
Words: ~1000
Pairings:Ken/Hongbin
Warnings: None
Rating: G
Summary: Jaehwan has fallen many times, but he’s rather sure he hits rock bottom when he meets Hongbin.

Well, not really a fall so much as a very rocky tumble off a cliff that Jaehwan is rather sure he’s never going to be able to climb back up. Not if Hongbin keeps smiling at him like he’s the very sun in the sky.

Rubatosis

2013-06-17T02:25:05Z

Title: Rubatosis
Author: Dreaminginside
Words: ~1000
Pairings:Ken/Hongbin
Warnings: None
Disclaimer: LOLNO
Rating: G
Summary: Hongbin struggles with the beat of his own heart.

A/N: It's been a long time!

His heartbeat is all that accompanies him when dawn breaks and he’s still cloistered away in a small room practicing his vocals.

Tick Tock (Au!Fic)

2013-02-22T04:50:59Z

Title: Tick Tock (Au!Fic)
Author: Dreaminginside
Words: ~1100
Pairings:Yewook
Warnings: None
Disclaimer: LOLNO
Rating: G
Summary: Ryeowook keeps time on a pendulum.

A/N: This is for myself.

Ryeowook keeps time on a pendulum.

It swings back and forth from a silver chain wrapped tight round and round his hand, dangling into the abyss below. Tonight, it is a lake, the shore spotted with dots of life and fire, and for the briefest of moments Ryeowook feels envy. He’s perched on the edge of a hot air balloon basket lit up inside by the moon, powered by wisps of warm summer air filling it of their own volition. He holds no fear of falling, as time has no fear of stopping.

He sets the pendulum aside, knotting it double around a sand bag and singing a melody of tick tick tock as a warm summer breeze caresses his cheek. His lips tip upwards as he leaves the extension of his controlled time to its own tick tock, eyes barely sliding to the right as a cloud taps on his shoulder, slowly materializing to perch next to him.

Jongwoon, Ryeowook acknowledges quietly, his voice never quite rising above that quietness. Time does not need to be heard to exist, after all. Spoken word wasn’t a thought that had passed through his mind until an interesting piece of sky had run into him. What are you doing here?

It’s too nice to cloud the sky tonight, don’t you think? Jongwoon’s wisp of a mouth flashes a grin as he fades between tangible and not, small tendrils of light morphing into a face and features similar to those Ryeowook chooses to wear, that of human sitting beside the lake they pass over in Ryeowook’s slow moving balloon. Sometimes it’s easier to just sit back and watch them down there.

Lazy, Ryeowook accuses, but his tone is colored warm with amusement as it leaves his mouth, letting Jongwoon brush their shoulders together. The briefest touch that sets his nonexistent heart out of time, You’re just looking for an excuse to pester me, aren’t you?

Maybe, Jongwoon sings, honesty in his voice tapping a yes in Ryeowook’s ears. The gust of wind following his voice takes them higher in the sky, closer to the moon that lights up Ryeowook’s solitary balloon. The dots of humans become smaller below, and Jongwoon notices the way that Ryeowook’s eyes soften slightly. Do you ever wish to be like them?

Ryeowook considers carefully, rolling Jongwoon’s seemingly light words around in his head for a moment. They sink low in his stomach, heavier than the great silver pendulum that swings beside him, and the silence sits stagnant between the two of them as Jongwoon plays with the edges of Ryeowook’s hair, distractingly so.

Ryeowook then considers Jongwoon, the way the light plays off the near transparent hollows of his face. It makes him wonder which of them is older, though he isn’t sure why it matters. Jongwoon watches the thoughts flit over Ryeowook’s near solid features, no hope in his heart for a right answer, simply curiosity driving him.

I don’t think so, Ryeowook murmurs at last, voice softening to near silent decibels. Jongwoon leans closer even though he can hear Ryeowook perfectly well, small ticks and tocks floating around them as their cheeks nearly touch. They truly have it hard. Life is so fleeting for them, so little time spent for each of them.

Do you? Ryeowook reflects the question back after a few ticks of comfortable silence between them, space between them slowly dwindling as the moon rises higher and higher, leaving the balloon behind. Would you ever fall to be like them?

Only if you were there, Jongwoon says softly, and Ryeowook is nearly burned by the honesty, for the first time fearing he may fall from his perch, his pendulum jumping erratically. Jongwoon’s tangible arm has to grab onto his hand as he falls, put him back on his perch. Their hands remain molded together though. Time may be fleeting, but it’s better than nothing at all. I’d find you through time, through those tiny lifetimes.

I think I could live with that, Ryeowook smiles, and they sit. Ryeowook doesn’t know how long, not quite counting the ticks and tocks for once, leaving the pendulum to swing on its own for a least a short while, resting his head on Jongwoon’s shoulder and watching life, real life, pass them by. Jongwoon’s hand begins to fade from his grasp as the sun begins to rise, the moon having long left the care of the balloon to the dawn. Could you promise?

I do, Jongwoon whispers, and Ryeowook wonders if he asked a different question entirely. If those three words he asked in question could echo three others, and Ryeowook wonders if he can answer with his eyes, let his tiny smile reply the same for him as he rewinds the pendulum around his wrist.

He wonders if Jongwoon will speak more, but instead Ryeowook watches him fade into the myriad of pastels rising in the sky. A hand cups his cheek and a faint pressure against his lips to let him remember before he disappears entirely. The come back soon is unspoken, and Ryeowook is glad for it, voice beginning to tire already.

He wonders if there is release from this position of his, and if so, he thinks he may not mind being a human in his next go, if second tries at life exist for those like him. He has never quite dared to hope until this night, tasting the promise of a future on Jongwoon’s lips, not just the present sands of time slipping along but the unknown that is yet to be.

Maybe it could be, in another time, Ryeowook thinks to himself, and his smile comes unbidden, sun risen in the sky. His pendulum swings, and Ryeowook remains at his perch, but something feels inherently different now. He doesn’t believe he is supposed to love, to feel, but even if he fails in his duties, it doesn’t matter now.

He feels hope.

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Life is a Waltz (Au!Fic)

2013-01-21T07:44:34Z

Title: Life is a Waltz (Au!Fic)
Author: Dreaminginside
Words: ~1150
Pairings:Yewook
Warnings: None
Disclaimer: LOLNO
Rating: PG
Summary: The stars twinkle as he pulls Ryeowook onto the center of the patio and into a quick waltz, ignoring how their feet tangle and there is no music to keep steady rhythm, their laughter close enough to a beat to follow along with.

A/N: :)

Ryeowook doesn’t know whether to grin or cry when his house begins to shake violently one evening, plates falling of the mantle and the cup of tea in his hands suddenly smashing against the wall.

“He always does have to make an entrance, doesn’t he, Kkoming?” Ryeowook sighs to the small dog running around his feet as the candles begin to flare up, flames from the fireplace licking at the stone wall. Kkoming paws at Ryeowook’s shins until he gets up, counting slowly under his breath as he stumbles towards the door, floor rapidly lurching.

Ryeowook scoops up Kkoming in his arms right before he opens the door, stepping aside in time for a man to crash on through, shoes scrambling for balance along the wooden floor. The house regains a sense of calm as the man crashes into the dining table, and Ryeowook can’t help but smile when Jongwoon turns a sheepish grin on him, Kkoming bounding out of Ryeowook’s arms in favor of rolling at Jongwoon’s feet.

“You still have some work to do on the landing, you really will destroy the house one of these days,” Ryeowook chuckles when Jongwoon collapses in the chair Ryeowook had been occupying. Ryeowook sighs and snaps his fingers, dishes that had fallen slowly piecing themselves back together as he makes his way to where Jongwoon sits, smoothing his hair down where it’s been mussed. “Welcome home.”

“It’s good to be home,” Jongwoon grins, grabbing Ryeowook’s hand and pulling him down to brush their lips together, thumb stroking Ryeowook’s wrist when he pulls back, enjoying the slight flush on the other man’s face. “I thought that King would never let me leave, honestly I don’t know how many more times I can nicely say that I’m never having a part in these civil squabbles.”

“You’ll have to figure out at least five more ways I’d say,” Ryeowook chuckles, laughing at the dark cloud that emerges over Jongwoon’s head, kissing him again quickly before tugging him up from the chair. Kkoming weaves between their legs as Ryeowook drags Jongwoon to the kitchen, rummaging around for the plate he set aside earlier. “Chin up and eat your food, I’ll go in your place next time. Kkoming missed you terribly anyway, woke me up scratching at the front door every day for the past week.”

“Did anyone else miss me?” Jongwoon grins and pushes the food aside in favor of wrapping an arm around Ryeowook’s waist, resting his head on Ryeowook’s shoulder. Ryeowook snorts and pushes at Jongwoon’s face halfheartedly, opening his mouth to answer when he feels his stomach lurch, clinging tight to Jongwoon’s arm as the next time he opens his eyes, they’re surrounded by stars. He really does shove Jongwoon off this time, huffing angrily.

“Well I certainly didn’t miss this,” Ryeowook snorts, crossing his arms and leaning against the rail of the porch as his particles anchor themselves back to reality. Jongwoon’s eyes are shining with mirth though, and he can’t quite keep the smile from his voice when Jongwoon sets his arms on either side of him. “Show off. There is a thing called just walking out the back door, you know.”

“But that was so much more fun, admit it,” Jongwoon teases, another laugh escaping as he hears Kkoming flop against the door to the porch with a small thud. He turns back to Ryeowook when hands cup his face, stars reflecting in Ryeowook’s eyes as he presses their foreheads together, shivering at the slight chill in the air. Jongwoon’s hands close in until they’re resting on Ryeowook’s hips, noses nearly bumping when Ryeowook presses their lips together.

Kissing Jongwoon is better than all the castable magic in the world, Ryeowook thinks, electricity and fire seeming to run through him as Jongwoon kisses him just a little harder, smiles pulling at both their lips. Ryeowook moves his hands to twine in Jongwoon’s hair, idly playing with the soft strands at the nape of the other man’s neck as they part for a moment. He really could do without these summons every few months, much preferring Jongwoon’s bright presence at his back while he cooks, his warmth curled around him in bed, someone home to take care of his own dog instead of Ryeowook walking Kkoming around the yard for twenty minutes before the sun has even risen. Ryeowook nearly voices this complaint, but doesn’t get a chance as Jongwoon presses kisses to his cheeks, nose, eyelids, anything he can reach.

“You’re doing it again, Ryeowook,” Jongwoon murmurs against his lips, pulling Ryeowook back down as he begins to float a few inches off the ground, grinning as Ryeowook huffs and looks away, Jongwoon hugging him tightly, burying his face in Ryeowook’s neck. “I missed you.”

“I missed you too you idiot,” Ryeowook sighs, running a gentle hand through Jongwoon’s unruly hair and looking at the sky above them. The stars seem to wink back at him as Jongwoon peeks up at him, grinning as he sees all the lights reflected in Ryeowook’s eyes. The stars twinkle as he pulls Ryeowook onto the center of the patio and into a quick waltz, ignoring how their feet tangle and there is no music to keep steady rhythm, their laughter close enough to a beat to follow along with.

It continues until Jongwoon attempts an unsuccessful dip, nearly toppling on top of Ryeowook. They’re a mass of limbs and if anyone were to see them they would surely be dubbed incompetent at daily tasks, let alone having just returned from and audience with royalty. But that’s part of their appeal, Ryeowook supposes, wiping a tear of laughter from his eyes as he admires how the moonlight casts a halo of light around them.

His eyes are nearly drooping shut when Jongwoon murmurs time for bed?, Ryeowook assenting quickly, getting up before Jongwoon can attempt to transport him again. Jongwoon’s laugh follows him all the way to their bedroom, Jongwoon coaxing the fireplace down as Ryeowook and Kkoming take their places. Jongwoon curls around Ryeowook’s back when he finishes, and Ryeowook wonders if this is what normalcy feels like.

Kkoming wakes up Jongwoon at four am sharp, and Jongwoon is all but attached to Ryeowook as he attempts to cook breakfast with arms all but latched to his waist and lips making a trail down his neck. Then half the guest room explodes due to a spell of Jongwoon’s gone awry, taking a cabinet and a remarkable exact three quarters of the bed with it. Ryeowook sighs and doesn’t speak to Jongwoon till he finds his words again until dinner, a fond I love you passed along with Jongwoon’s plate.

He decides normalcy is overrated anyway.

Priorities (fic)

2012-12-27T04:46:04Z

Title: Priorities
Author: Dreaminginside
Words: 500
Pairings:Henmin
Warnings: None
Disclaimer: LOLNO
Rating: PG
Summary: Sleep is overrated anyway.

A/N: Colleen bb we need to stop these sads;;

Henry values Sungmin. One could even venture to say that he loves him, if Henry didn’t choke and sputter in a mass of fear of feelings whenever he tries to actually say it.

But he also values and loves his sleep, which is why he cannot be blamed for being more than a bit testy at being constantly woken up with his mouth full of hair.

"Are you a dog or something?" Henry sputters that morning at some god awful hour as he wakes up with a mouthful of Sungmin's hair. It tastes like hairspray and Henry about gags, poking sungmin's ribs to make him pay attention to him. "Your hair is everywhere, Sungmin. Do you even brush?"

"Like you can talk," Sungmin snorts, reaching up blindly from the pillow to yank at Henry's unruly hair, coming away with a few strands. Henry winces because one of those was attached to my head still thank you very much but sungmin just burrows back under the covers and pulls Henry back down by his hair. "Now shut up, there's still 15 minutes before the alarm and my brain isn't ready for Chinese yet."

“Is your brain ever ready for Chinese?” Henry grumbles as Sungmin curls back into him, muttering what Henry is pretty sure is no in Japanese. Henry sputters momentarily as Sungmin makes himself comfortable again, and Henry swears that Sungmin enjoys abusing him like this. “I can’t even with you.”

“But you love me anyway,” Sungmin muffles against Henry’s collarbone, and Henry swears he can hear the grin in Sungmin’s voice as Henry flails slightly. Sungmin rolls them over and kisses Henry quickly to stop the rapid moving of his limbs, murmuring against Henry’s lips. “Stop it, I know you do, and now that we’ve crossed that bridge we’re sleeping for another fifteen minutes before Ryeowook decides to be a good mother and wake us all up.”

Henry groans and wants to bury his face in his hands, but they’re rather stuck on Sungmin’s hips as for all his talk of sleep, Sungmin kisses him again. It’s full of morning breath and Henry thinks his mouth still tastes a bit too much like Sungmin’s hairspray for his liking, but that’s quickly replaced by the taste of Sungmin and then nothing else really matters. They fall back asleep like that, cheeks pressed close together and lips still barely brushing.

Henry wakes up five minutes later choking on a mouthful of Sungmin’s hair and to Sungmin cackling at him as he doubles over. He lobs their pillow at Sungmin’s face and Ryeowook has to pull them apart when he comes in, sitting them on opposite sides of the breakfast table. Sungmin grins at Henry across the table, and Henry sticks out his foot to kick him gently.

Sleep is overrated anyway.

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