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10. skool luv affair (remix)
Title: Skool Luv Affair (Remix)
Author:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
infadel_x
Pairing: NamJin, other members/OCs
Rating: M
Word count: ~1,700 words
Songs used: Intro: Skool Luv Affair & Outro: Propose (lyrics)
Warnings: no graphic sexual contents but small non-descriptive details, language.
Author’s notes: *cringing as I write the cheesiest things I could think of*Happy 2nd anniversary, everyone!
Summary: Because Bangtan is a bunch of kids who will fall into the trap of conventional romance, let’s take a look at what their romance could be like.
~*~
1. Three ways to love (School Love Affair)
Maybe because Yoongi is a perfectionist and has a whole vision of what he would call a perfect romance, he will forever be looking for someone who fits into that vision, instead of the other way around (the correct way) of looking for someone and making whatever he has with that person his perfect romance.
Well, Min Yoongi is never going to be normal anyway.
(To protect his fragile dignity, never tell him he is just a normal romantic. Cuddling in bed on a Sunday afternoon, blocking out all sounds and forgetting responsibility to bask in the silence and quiet. Smiling at each other over the rims of morning coffee mugs. Tangling legs together on the sofa while watching a dumb action movie. Having someone’s head on his lap while he tries to balance his laptop at the same time, reluctant to leave his work or his love. Oh, Min Yoongi, if that isn’t the definition of easy to please, I don’t know what is. Someone out there is waiting for you; you’re just lazy to look.)
.
Hoseok goes up to her, smiles, and says.
Hey, can I have your number?
She blushes, smiles, and says not yet.
By the first date, she’s completely charmed. A gentleman with a sense of humour? Cute and sexy at the same time? He dances like he was born into graceful movements and complete muscle control? What kind of perfect specimen.
By the third date, she thinks she’s in love. His smiles lit up the world, like seeing the sun after days of storm, never knowing you could miss it until it comes into your life. He gives her flowers, and they’re always fresh, red roses, yellow sunflowers, violet tulip. They have a playground date, childish but unusual. It makes her feel like she’s somewhere tropical, full of sunshine and expensive.
He proposes to her after a year, in the park where they met. She says no.
(He loves someone else. She thinks it’s only right to return that smile to their rightful owner.)
.
Namjoon doesn’t lose a lot these days. Clubs’ freestyle competitions are filled with amateurs, kids whose exposure to underground hip hop is mainly rooted in its new found mainstream fame. Namjoon doesn’t mind it, but these kids haven’t been here long enough to realise hip hop is not cool. Their lyrics don’t fit them like a second mind, more imitations with only 1% substance.
He goes easy on them, tells them they could use a bit of help instead of flying solo, and bows. Namjoon isn’t here to make enemies.
His night ends when Olltii comes in. He’s not bitter – geniuses know their limits.
He gets down from the stage with a respectable amount of claps.
Then stops in his tracks, blinking owlishly.
“I’m back.”
The other says, and Namjoon’s hands shake with the heavy weight of the statement.
He almost runs into the bar, cornering Seokjin in and kissing him senseless.
(Fuck the shit that is rapper’s reputation. Namjoon only needs Seokjin.)
“I’m sorry. Please don’t leave again. I love you.”
“I know.”
~*~
2. Four ways to Propose (and make me love you)
She wears a long-sleeve white dress shirt, black skate skirt and a black blazer. She looks just like when Jungkook first saw her in high school. He was painfully shy and too afraid of people wanting to befriend him just because of his idol status, until she smiled at him over Physics notes.
“You look like you’re 18 and ready to defend my honour again.”
“Closest thing to fulfilling your kink, babe. Look all you want.” – she said, her eyes twinkling.
He laughs so loud passers-by are giving him weird looks. He ignores it, and takes hold of her hand, intertwining their fingers.
A group of white guys walk past, muttering in furious English that Jungkook could catch maybe sixty percent of. Jungkook follows them with his eyes, until his companion tugs at his arm again and they continue their trek towards the beach. He smiles apologetically.
The L.A sun is hot on their back, beating down the midday heat of the tropical climate and Jungkook infinitely appreciates her attempts at wearing his favourite outfit of hers. It’s hot, but breezy, and Jungkook is reminded of Busan, a heavy hint of salt in the air, but there aren’t any mountains nearby and the seafood smell that accompanies beach-side restaurants is missing.
L.A is good, L.A gives him freedom from the exhausting life of being scrutinized by the public 24/7, but it doesn’t change the fact that he would like to be home rather than here.
He perishes the thought before it could grow bigger. She is worth being followed. Anywhere, even somewhere not-home.
“I’m being transferred back next month. They’ve just started a school in Seoul and making me the main vocal coach. I think we have a deal with a large company, either CUBE or JYP.”
He looks at her in surprise, and she tugs him into a firm kiss.
“I know you’ve been looking for a record deal here. Let’s go home instead.”
Jungkook is the happiest man alive.
.
Jimin did not appreciate his small stature until he is in his late-twenties, and only then because he could be thrown around so easily like this.
His back hits the mattress, and instantly there are hands roaming his torso and a pair of lips over his skin, burning.
“I could lick at your abs all day, fuck.”
Jimin wants to preen under the compliment, but his brain short-circuits as fingers trail over his left calf, tingling, maddening. His senses are hijacked, must be. His whole body feels like an erogenous zone.
And suddenly, it all halts to an abrupt stop. Jimin opens his eyes, and there are beautiful brown ones looking back at him.
“I love you.”
He looks up at his companion, still cladded in suit and tie while Jimin’s leather jacket has been discarded and his white t-shirt is bunched up over his chest.
“What’s with the sudden serious conversation?” – Jimin asks, a slightly nervous laugh donning his lips.
His lover smiles, before he pulls out a box.
Jimin feels like fainting.
“I know it will be hard, my parents will probably disown me and kick me off the family tree, and we won’t be able to disclose our marriage to the public due to your celebrity status. But I have always wanted to a ring on you. Jimin-ah, marry me?”
“Oh my God. Yes. Yes!”
Three minutes later, Jimin has a diamond ring on his finger and is making love to his fiancé. Engagement sex is the best.
.
“I want to be there, with you.”
“Me too.”
Taehyung answers, and there is a synchronised.
It’s frustrating to be so far away from the love of his life.
“What do you think of a summer wedding?”
“Huh?”
“Taehyung, what do you think of a summer wedding? Right now, in Australia where I am, is very hot, but it’s also beautiful, vibrant flowers. I think it suits you. I also prefer to wear a summer dress.”
“Sounds like you have all the planning done.”
“Wedding is a unification of two people. Can’t decide anything alone without my fiancé.”
“I think it’s great. Can we get an ostrich or a kangaroo for the reception?”
“Anything for you, Taetae.”
(Later, when Taehyung relays back the conversation to Jimin, asking him if a normal cake or a red velvet cake would be more appropriate, Jimin screams at him about accepting a proposal just like that.
Taehyung is still puzzled to this day. Why wouldn’t you marry the love of your life?)
.
Hoseok screeches at the top of his lung, and Seokjin winced, retreating back into the kitchen.
He wishes he had realised how big of a mistake he made when he called for their group of mutual friends to help him plan his proposal.
It’s not like Namjoon was that fussy about their romantic life anyway, Seokjin being the main character in most of their events, being pampered by Namjoon, from flowers to really romantic getaways to a mixtape dedicated to describing how much Namjoon likes each of Seokjin’s features.
But because of that, Seokjin was determined to plan the best proposal ever. Ten years with each other, and Seokjin is going to end that ten years with a bang, opening up the rest of their lives.
Still, probably not the best idea to ask for help from these useless kids.
“Look, I don’t see how any of these elaborate plans are going to work. Namjoon isn’t a girl. A meal at a Michelin-starred restaurant and a ring is his best bet.” – Yoongi said, before the younger ones started squabbling again, something about glitter and a projector.
Seokjin secretly agrees with Yoongi, before deciding to ignore them and focus on feeding them instead.
He unconsciously hummed a melody, a song he wrote for Namjoon, the only other romantic gestures he has done during the long years of dating.
The oven beeps as he hits the highest note, and then suddenly there are hands snaking around his waist.
“Why are there children infesting our living room?”
Seokjin laughs. Namjoon joins in, and suddenly they are giggling like school children, Namjoon hugging Seokjin and them swaying around to a melody that Seokjin never finished.
(Later that day, when they have chased away all the others and having a simple dinner, Namjoon almost gives him a heart attack with a gold ring. It’s not the perfect proposal, and it’s made by Namjoon, but Seokjin can’t think of a reason to complain.
He’s going to plan their wedding to the T though.)
~*~
Author:
infadel_xPairing: NamJin, other members/OCs
Rating: M
Word count: ~1,700 words
Songs used: Intro: Skool Luv Affair & Outro: Propose (lyrics)
Warnings: no graphic sexual contents but small non-descriptive details, language.
Author’s notes: *cringing as I write the cheesiest things I could think of*Happy 2nd anniversary, everyone!
Summary: Because Bangtan is a bunch of kids who will fall into the trap of conventional romance, let’s take a look at what their romance could be like.
~*~
1. Three ways to love (School Love Affair)
Maybe because Yoongi is a perfectionist and has a whole vision of what he would call a perfect romance, he will forever be looking for someone who fits into that vision, instead of the other way around (the correct way) of looking for someone and making whatever he has with that person his perfect romance.
Well, Min Yoongi is never going to be normal anyway.
(To protect his fragile dignity, never tell him he is just a normal romantic. Cuddling in bed on a Sunday afternoon, blocking out all sounds and forgetting responsibility to bask in the silence and quiet. Smiling at each other over the rims of morning coffee mugs. Tangling legs together on the sofa while watching a dumb action movie. Having someone’s head on his lap while he tries to balance his laptop at the same time, reluctant to leave his work or his love. Oh, Min Yoongi, if that isn’t the definition of easy to please, I don’t know what is. Someone out there is waiting for you; you’re just lazy to look.)
.
Hoseok goes up to her, smiles, and says.
Hey, can I have your number?
She blushes, smiles, and says not yet.
By the first date, she’s completely charmed. A gentleman with a sense of humour? Cute and sexy at the same time? He dances like he was born into graceful movements and complete muscle control? What kind of perfect specimen.
By the third date, she thinks she’s in love. His smiles lit up the world, like seeing the sun after days of storm, never knowing you could miss it until it comes into your life. He gives her flowers, and they’re always fresh, red roses, yellow sunflowers, violet tulip. They have a playground date, childish but unusual. It makes her feel like she’s somewhere tropical, full of sunshine and expensive.
He proposes to her after a year, in the park where they met. She says no.
(He loves someone else. She thinks it’s only right to return that smile to their rightful owner.)
.
Namjoon doesn’t lose a lot these days. Clubs’ freestyle competitions are filled with amateurs, kids whose exposure to underground hip hop is mainly rooted in its new found mainstream fame. Namjoon doesn’t mind it, but these kids haven’t been here long enough to realise hip hop is not cool. Their lyrics don’t fit them like a second mind, more imitations with only 1% substance.
He goes easy on them, tells them they could use a bit of help instead of flying solo, and bows. Namjoon isn’t here to make enemies.
His night ends when Olltii comes in. He’s not bitter – geniuses know their limits.
He gets down from the stage with a respectable amount of claps.
Then stops in his tracks, blinking owlishly.
“I’m back.”
The other says, and Namjoon’s hands shake with the heavy weight of the statement.
He almost runs into the bar, cornering Seokjin in and kissing him senseless.
(Fuck the shit that is rapper’s reputation. Namjoon only needs Seokjin.)
“I’m sorry. Please don’t leave again. I love you.”
“I know.”
~*~
2. Four ways to Propose (and make me love you)
She wears a long-sleeve white dress shirt, black skate skirt and a black blazer. She looks just like when Jungkook first saw her in high school. He was painfully shy and too afraid of people wanting to befriend him just because of his idol status, until she smiled at him over Physics notes.
“You look like you’re 18 and ready to defend my honour again.”
“Closest thing to fulfilling your kink, babe. Look all you want.” – she said, her eyes twinkling.
He laughs so loud passers-by are giving him weird looks. He ignores it, and takes hold of her hand, intertwining their fingers.
A group of white guys walk past, muttering in furious English that Jungkook could catch maybe sixty percent of. Jungkook follows them with his eyes, until his companion tugs at his arm again and they continue their trek towards the beach. He smiles apologetically.
The L.A sun is hot on their back, beating down the midday heat of the tropical climate and Jungkook infinitely appreciates her attempts at wearing his favourite outfit of hers. It’s hot, but breezy, and Jungkook is reminded of Busan, a heavy hint of salt in the air, but there aren’t any mountains nearby and the seafood smell that accompanies beach-side restaurants is missing.
L.A is good, L.A gives him freedom from the exhausting life of being scrutinized by the public 24/7, but it doesn’t change the fact that he would like to be home rather than here.
He perishes the thought before it could grow bigger. She is worth being followed. Anywhere, even somewhere not-home.
“I’m being transferred back next month. They’ve just started a school in Seoul and making me the main vocal coach. I think we have a deal with a large company, either CUBE or JYP.”
He looks at her in surprise, and she tugs him into a firm kiss.
“I know you’ve been looking for a record deal here. Let’s go home instead.”
Jungkook is the happiest man alive.
.
Jimin did not appreciate his small stature until he is in his late-twenties, and only then because he could be thrown around so easily like this.
His back hits the mattress, and instantly there are hands roaming his torso and a pair of lips over his skin, burning.
“I could lick at your abs all day, fuck.”
Jimin wants to preen under the compliment, but his brain short-circuits as fingers trail over his left calf, tingling, maddening. His senses are hijacked, must be. His whole body feels like an erogenous zone.
And suddenly, it all halts to an abrupt stop. Jimin opens his eyes, and there are beautiful brown ones looking back at him.
“I love you.”
He looks up at his companion, still cladded in suit and tie while Jimin’s leather jacket has been discarded and his white t-shirt is bunched up over his chest.
“What’s with the sudden serious conversation?” – Jimin asks, a slightly nervous laugh donning his lips.
His lover smiles, before he pulls out a box.
Jimin feels like fainting.
“I know it will be hard, my parents will probably disown me and kick me off the family tree, and we won’t be able to disclose our marriage to the public due to your celebrity status. But I have always wanted to a ring on you. Jimin-ah, marry me?”
“Oh my God. Yes. Yes!”
Three minutes later, Jimin has a diamond ring on his finger and is making love to his fiancé. Engagement sex is the best.
.
“I want to be there, with you.”
“Me too.”
Taehyung answers, and there is a synchronised.
It’s frustrating to be so far away from the love of his life.
“What do you think of a summer wedding?”
“Huh?”
“Taehyung, what do you think of a summer wedding? Right now, in Australia where I am, is very hot, but it’s also beautiful, vibrant flowers. I think it suits you. I also prefer to wear a summer dress.”
“Sounds like you have all the planning done.”
“Wedding is a unification of two people. Can’t decide anything alone without my fiancé.”
“I think it’s great. Can we get an ostrich or a kangaroo for the reception?”
“Anything for you, Taetae.”
(Later, when Taehyung relays back the conversation to Jimin, asking him if a normal cake or a red velvet cake would be more appropriate, Jimin screams at him about accepting a proposal just like that.
Taehyung is still puzzled to this day. Why wouldn’t you marry the love of your life?)
.
Hoseok screeches at the top of his lung, and Seokjin winced, retreating back into the kitchen.
He wishes he had realised how big of a mistake he made when he called for their group of mutual friends to help him plan his proposal.
It’s not like Namjoon was that fussy about their romantic life anyway, Seokjin being the main character in most of their events, being pampered by Namjoon, from flowers to really romantic getaways to a mixtape dedicated to describing how much Namjoon likes each of Seokjin’s features.
But because of that, Seokjin was determined to plan the best proposal ever. Ten years with each other, and Seokjin is going to end that ten years with a bang, opening up the rest of their lives.
Still, probably not the best idea to ask for help from these useless kids.
“Look, I don’t see how any of these elaborate plans are going to work. Namjoon isn’t a girl. A meal at a Michelin-starred restaurant and a ring is his best bet.” – Yoongi said, before the younger ones started squabbling again, something about glitter and a projector.
Seokjin secretly agrees with Yoongi, before deciding to ignore them and focus on feeding them instead.
He unconsciously hummed a melody, a song he wrote for Namjoon, the only other romantic gestures he has done during the long years of dating.
The oven beeps as he hits the highest note, and then suddenly there are hands snaking around his waist.
“Why are there children infesting our living room?”
Seokjin laughs. Namjoon joins in, and suddenly they are giggling like school children, Namjoon hugging Seokjin and them swaying around to a melody that Seokjin never finished.
(Later that day, when they have chased away all the others and having a simple dinner, Namjoon almost gives him a heart attack with a gold ring. It’s not the perfect proposal, and it’s made by Namjoon, but Seokjin can’t think of a reason to complain.
He’s going to plan their wedding to the T though.)
~*~