Author:vyduan Pairing: Kim Seokjin | Reader, Kim Namjoon | Kim Seokjin Genre: romance, comedy, light angst, friends to lovers, slow burn, polyamory, polyfidelity Word Count:~12.3k Rating: Mature, 18+ Warnings: swearing, legal consumption of alcohol, mentions of legal consumption of THC edibles, mentions of a bad come down from said THC edibles, discussion of polyamory, light discussions of incest, navigation of polyamory boundaries, light mentions of coming out to family, a lot of references to famous twins, general absurdity, and terrible jokes [AO3]
Summary: Jin is in love with both Y/N and Namjoon – and they might love him back. One small problem: Y/N and Namjoon are twins.
Notes: There is no incest or sex (explicit or otherwise) portrayed in this fic.
Also, minus the Namjoon being my twin part, being in a poly relationship, and the Jin being in love with me part, a high percentage of this fic is ripped from my actual life. MAKE OF IT WHAT YOU WILL.
“Y/N?” he replies, voice muffled and soft with sleep. “You’re lucky I left the ringer on.”
“I took the wrong train hooooommmmmeeeee and Joonie won’t pick up because he is awful and asleep and doesn’t care about meeeeeeeeeeee~~~! Can you come get me at the stop by your house?”
You try to speak quietly because you really don’t need the entire train car to know your business but also, you’re a really poor gauge of volume at the moment due to the fact that you are slightly inebriated.
“How’d you get on the wrong train anyway?” Jin grumbles.
“I used up all my brain cells going into the city and interviewing people and then I could not brain after.” You frown when you hear Jin choke back a laugh. “Oh, wait. Brain means something else.”
“You’re something else,” he teases. “Could you brain before?”
“Jinnie!” You don’t know why you’re so in your feelings tonight. You’re sure you would have cracked up if you were your normal self but at the moment, it stings. “I swear I was on the right platform — but there are so many trains going out from there and I used to take this train all the time — or maybe I was supposed to transfer?”
Jin grunts in acknowledgment or maybe he’s chuckling at you. Either way, you feel judged. You hear shuffling in the background and some mumbled words and a response you don’t quite catch but seems to be in a woman’s register.
You ignore the smarting of your eyes and the ache in your chest. You’ve just been overserved is all. It’s really not worth overthinking now — or ever.
“Do you have company?” you pout. “I don’t want to bother you, Jinnie. I can take an Uber.”
He sighs. “You told me it cost $75 the last time you did this and that was years ago. I’m coming to pick you up.”
You frown and think real hard back to the stop you just passed. “I should be outside in about five to ten minutes?” You pause. “Can we make a stop for tacos, too? I would fuck those tacos up.”
“Y/N, it’s past 1am. Nothing is open.”
“I hate the ‘burbs,” you complain. “It’s the worst.”
“No, parking in SF is the worst. And so is not drinking because you have to drive home,” he says.
“Don’t be mean, Jinnie. I’m hungry and feel big dumb and I might need water.”
“I’ll have water for you in the car.”
“Thanks, Jinnie,” you breathe as you end the call.
A few really slow blinks later and you realize you’re at your stop and you barely make it out before the doors close and you’d have to shamefacedly call Jin again and ask him to meet you at the next BART stop down the line. You check the time on your phone as you text Jin that you’re on the way to the pickup area. You smile at the thumb’s up emoji he sends back.
It is 1:34am. You owe Jin big time.
You’re slightly more sober as you make your way to the curb and see the brief flash of Jin’s headlights.
“Hey, Squirt,” he says in way of greeting. His SUV echoes with his squeaky laugh when he catches the grimace on your face as he hands you a bottle of water.
“How many times do I have to tell you not to call me that?”
“What? It’s a term of endearment,” he snickers not unkindly.
You huff and stare out the window at the passing streetlights. “You ask a hypothetical question one time! One time!”
“Was it really hypothetical though?” Jin muses as he gets on the freeway. “I won’t judge you. It’s a natural bodily function and some people find it hella hot.”
Your face burns and you are grateful for the low light. “Don’t make it weird, Jinnie. I’ll tell Namjoon.”
This time, it is Jin who grimaces. “No need to bring your brother into it,” he grumbles. “Joon has no chill when it comes to you.”
You sigh. “No, he really doesn’t,” you agree. “I guess I can thank him for my perpetual state of singlehood.”
“Nah,” grins Jin as he reaches over and ruffles your hair. You struggle not to push into his hand. “You can thank yourself for that.”
“Why are you so mean to me tonight? I’m drunk and I’m sensitive.”
You sound petulant even to your own ears. It has nothing to do with who Jin was with before he came to you. It has nothing to do with how you could never betray Namjoon.
Jin is quiet for a bit and you close your eyes while leaning against the cool of the window.
“I’m sorry, Y/N-ah,” he finally says. “I’m glad you got on the wrong train.”
“Well, that’s a lie,” you grumble.
“How would you have driven home? You’re still tipsy!” Jin insists. “You’d be at the BART station in the middle of the night all alone. At least I’m only ten minutes away from this stop.”
“You would have stayed in the car with me until I was sober or picked me up, Jinnie,” you mumble sleepily. “If I called you, you would have come.”
“Just like that, huh? Am I your dog or something?” Jin’s words seem scolding but you can hear the affection in his voice.
You yawn as you fight to stay awake. “No, Jinnie. You would have come because you love me.”
You drift off to sleep before you can hear his response, but deep in your heart, you are certain he says, “I do.”
2.
“Y/N, wake up. You’re home,” Jin says.
You mumble a “go away” quickly followed by a “fuck off,” refusing to move.
Jin sighs, wiping a weary hand over his face. You are both getting too old for this — not that he is too old — just for this. He has an early 6:30am call and it’s already 2am. By the time he gets you inside and then drives back home it will be past 3.
He does not want to think about whether or not there will be an angry woman in his bed when he gets home and if he has to deal with that fallout. He does not know if he hopes Aeri has gone back to sleep, has stayed up waiting to fight with him, or if she has left for her own home.
He sighs again and gets out, rounding his car to your side. He opens the door, unbuckles your seatbelt, and forces you up, hooking one of your arms around his neck.
“Come on, Y/N,” he fusses, “work with me here. I could have sworn you were sobering up and weren’t that drunk.”
Your only response is a garbled “mmmph” but you at least seem to be roused enough to help him help you through your front door and then up the stairs after he helps remove your boots.
Jin doesn’t know how he always seems to be the one who gets roped into bailing you and your twin out of trouble all the time, but here he is yet again. You and Namjoon will be the death of him one day, but what is a little sleep deprivation among lifelong friends?
Plus, he never really had much of a choice in the matter. Your mothers were best friends and as soon as Jin’s older brother was old enough to ditch you three, Jin was stuck being the only one with enough sense to keep you twins alive. He always marveled at how two of the smartest humans he knew could be so stupid.
“You might not have regular working hours, Y/N, but I do,” he nags. “You might end up with a parking ticket, too, if you don’t wake up in time to drive your car home — although, I suppose as long as you don’t exceed the 24-hour limit, you should be —”
Ah, fuck. Jin abruptly shuts himself up. He can’t believe he’s lecturing you on BART parking policies in the middle of the night. He can’t believe he knows the BART parking policies in the middle of the night — or at all!
He really needs to rethink his life.
“Let’s get you changed, Y/N. Can’t have outside clothes on the bed — especially after sitting on BART.”
Jin shudders at the thought as he finds your pajamas tossed on top of a rather large pile of clothing on the comfy reading chair he is positive you haven’t sat in since you bought it as it usually holds all your clothes.
“Fuck!” he yells as he accidentally jams his pinky toe in your bed frame.
“Shhhhhh!” you hiss. “Don’t wake up Joonie, Jin.”
Oh no. He is not going to be lectured about proper nighttime behavior by you of all people. “If you could actually wake Namjoon up once he’s gone to sleep, I wouldn’t be here right now!” exasperates Jin.
You have only just pulled your pajamas on and your hair is a staticky mess. You peer up at him, eyes welling with tears. “I’m sorry, Jinnie,” you sniffle. “I didn’t mean to get on the wrong train.”
“Oh, baby,” he croons automatically as he pulls you into a hug. “You really are drunk aren’t you?”
“I was so nervous about the press junket — I got to interview Michelle Fucking Yeoh — and then I met up with some journalist friends after the premier and I swear I didn’t have that many,” you blubber into the crook of his neck, your hot breath whispering over his skin.
He ignores the shiver threatening to roll down his spine. “Come on, now. Let oppa take care of you.”
You must be really out of it for the “oppa” not to elicit some lecture about being in America and it being super cringe. You refuse to even call Namjoon “oppa,” and he legitimately is your older brother — albeit by seven minutes. Jin cannot tell if he’s secretly pleased or not. Definitely not.
He pulls back the covers on your bed and tucks you in. You look so soft and blurry that his heart twinges and he has to look away. There is no use in dwelling on what is not or cannot be.
“Sleep well, sweetheart,” he murmurs, only daring the endearment because he is certain you won’t remember it tomorrow.
3.
“Is she okay?” Aeri asks as Jin enters his kitchen. She is seated at his dining table and has all her things packed beside her.
“She’s asleep in her bed, safe and sound,” Jin replies wearily. He is too tired to do this.
“I can’t do this anymore, Jin,” she says softly. “You’re always leaving me to bail her out.”
“To be fair, I bail Joon out, too.”
“I suppose you do,” she concedes.
Jin pulls out a chair and slumps in its comforting sturdiness. “What would you have me do?”
“Let them figure out their own lives. Despite being the Disaster Twins, they are grown ups.”
“They would die spectacularly and my mother would never forgive me. How could I face my eomma if I didn’t keep the kids of her best friend alive in their absence?” Jin runs an exhausted hand through his dark locks. “Auntie would have never accepted that professor position at Seoul National University otherwise.”
Aeri huffs lightly. She is taking this rather well and Jin is both gratified and annoyed that he is gratified.
Jin prepares himself for the inevitable.
“We had fun for a few months, right?” she asks.
“We did,” he agrees.
Aeri rises and kisses him gently on the forehead before heading for his front door. “I’ll see you around, Jinnie.”
Aeri has actually been a little more understanding than most people he’s dated and he briefly regrets how it’s ending as he locks the door after her. He regrets that the prospect of her leaving doesn’t make more of an impact on him. That he would rather choose this perpetual limbo of picking up after you and Joon until each of you break his heart by falling in love with someone else.
He is a fool. He does not care.
4.
“Why didn’t you wake me up?” Namjoon worries after you tell him what happened.
“And how was I supposed to do that, Joonie?” you reply. “You could sleep through the apocalypse.”
He rubs the back of his neck sheepishly. You aren’t wrong. “Okay, fair,” he says. He should know better than to argue with you, but you are still his baby sister and old habits are hard to break. “How did you get home?”
You hesitate. “Jin.”
He sees how you tamp down your obvious feelings for their old friend and feels a surge of kinship. He, too, knows how that goes. “That was nice of him,” he says.
“Yeah,” you reply glumly. “Can you take me to get my car now?”
Namjoon nods and grabs his wallet and keys from the kitchen counter and wonders why you sound so sad.
“Why are you brooding, Y/N?” he asks as he pulls out the driveway.
You scowl into the sunshine. “Who’s brooding?”
“Must we?” he sighs.
You sigh, too. “I have to write my review today. Do you have time to look it over? I think it should be fine, but I’m including interview quotes and want to make sure it’s not too clunky,” you say, changing the subject effectively.
“Yeah, sure. I’ve got time,” Namjoon replies, allowing you your dodge.
There is no way the two of you could be so close if neither of you let the other be. You’ll tell him eventually. You always do unless it is about Jin. You almost never tell him anything important about Jin. The two of you never say anything important about Jin.
“Maybe while I’m looking over your review, you can read mine about the Alice Neel exhibit at the De Young,” he suggests.
You chuckle. “I wonder how our outlets would feel if they knew they were getting both Kim twins for the price of one,” you say.
“They wouldn’t push back on my rates, that’s for fucking sure,” Namjoon replies. “I’m surprised they haven’t caught on. There was some line you slipped into my piece about contemporary Asian American artists to watch that should have been a dead giveaway.”
You grin. “You kept it though.”
“‘Course, Y/N,” he says. “We’re besties for resties.”
“WONDER KIMS ACTIVATE!” you crow as you hold out a fist for him to bump.
Namjoon smiles and complies, loving the spark sneaking back into your eyes. When he drops you off at the lot, he says, “I’m going to make a stop at Starbucks. Want me to bring back something for you?”
“Oooooh! Can you get me as large a Dragon Drink as humanly possible?” you request.
“No ice, I presume?” he confirms.
You shudder. “Of course, no ice. I refuse to pay for frozen water.”
“Right, right. How dare you pay for them to take up space where your actual drink should be,” Namjoon observes.
“And it’s just too cold! You know how I hate to be cold, Joonie.”
“We’ll just agree to disagree.”
You sigh dramatically. “This is something you’ll just never understand. You’re a walking heater.”
“Can’t help being so hot,” he quips back, gloating as you groan.
“Well, now you have to bring me back a chicken sausage breakfast sandwich, too.”
He grunts his acknowledgement and debates texting Jin his thanks as he waits for you to get in and start the car. Namjoon decides he doesn’t know if he can handle being teased by the older man this early in the morning. Instead, he salutes you when you drive off and then goes on his own way.
5.
“Hyung,” Namjoon starts but is immediately cut off.
“Oh, no. Don’t hyung me,” retorts Jin. “You only call me hyung when you want something from me and I’m all tapped out. I’m still suffering the consequences of dealing with your sister.”
“But, hyung,” Namjoon whines, “you told me that I wasn’t allowed to do any more home improvement projects without consulting you first.”
Namjoon knows he’s playing dirty, but he’s desperate.
Besides, his parents are technically paying Jin to manage their property because no matter how much they love you and Namjoon, they also know you both. The two of you are equally useless and aren’t called the Disaster Twins for nothing — which is why his parents actually entrusted Jin with the care and keeping of their home.
It would be more lowering if it didn’t provide Namjoon with the perfect built-in excuse to request Jin’s presence. Not that Namjoon ever really needs a reason, but sometimes, it is awfully convenient.
“What did you do, Namjoon?” Jin asks, his voice rising slightly higher in register.
Namjoon clears his throat. “Nothing? I promise I didn’t break anything?”
“Yet, you mean,” Jin mumbles under his breath and Namjoon knows he has him.
He lets the awkward silence stretch, allowing Jin to conjure up all the worst case scenarios.
Namjoon’s been trying to put together this standing desk for the last three hours and he has a lot of extra screws and parts and he’s pretty sure that’s not what’s supposed to happen. Also, he may have mixed up the pieces of his desk with his new chair and maybe a fancy end table that he was trying to assemble at the same time.
He cannot wait for this mess to be taken care of by the ever-capable Jin. He hears Jin sigh and allows himself a brief, unbecoming moment of gloating.
“Have you eaten yet?” Jin asks, resigned.
Namjoon smiles wide into his phone. “Not yet, hyung. Can you pick up some jjajangmyeon?” he asks as innocently as possible.
“You’re lucky I’m in a giving mood, Joon,” Jin says as he ends the call.
And then, just like magic, Jin shows up at his front door with dinner and boba about two hours later.
“Where’s Y/N?” asks Jin.
Namjoon’s gut swoops a bit. He tells himself that Jin is only asking because he likely brought enough food for three and not because Jin would prefer to see his twin instead of himself. He trusts Jin and their friendship enough to know that Jin genuinely enjoys being with him.
But sometimes, it smarts more than he expects and Namjoon has to work extra hard to believe that he and Jin have something special all on their own. The lies have been getting louder lately and he doesn’t know what that means.
“She’s out with friends,” Namjoon answers. “I think it’s someone’s birthday?”
Jin nods and as he passes through the living room, says, “Please do not tell me you consider building furniture ‘making home improvements.’”
“Um, kinda?” gulps Namjoon.
Jin sounds way too hot when he scolds and it’s too much — at least it is before he’s had sustenance. He frowns and his eyebrows furrow. Namjoon thinks he might actually be in trouble until Jin wipes a hand over his face in exasperation, letting the tension out with a long exhale.
“Alright. I guess we should eat if I want to finish this bullshit sometime in the next century.”
Jin’s eyes soften and Namjoon’s heart lights up. He is so fucked.
6.
“You’re an idiot,” Yoongi chides.
Jin bristles slightly but papers it over with a lopsided grin. He digs deep and dials up his nonchalance. “Aeri and I weren’t serious anyway,” he says. He does not see the matching flickers of hurt on your and Namjoon’s faces. “You know I don’t do serious.”
Yoongi lifts both judgmental eyebrows and purses his lips. “Well, that’s a fucking lie.”
“Name one.” Jin glares at Yoongi, daring him to continue.
Yoongi smirks and sets down his longneck beer. “I can name two: Tia and Tamera.”
Yoongi receives high-fives from the rest of their friends and Jin chances a glance at you and Namjoon. The two of you look as horrified as he feels.
Jin wants to murder Yoongi, except then he’d be down a best friend and also, he’s too pretty to go to prison. Except, when Hoseok opens his big, fat mouth, Jin is willing to risk it all and murder him, too.
“You know Yoongi ain’t lying,” Hoseok cracks. “The way that Jenna and Barbara Bush here have you by the fucking balls, Jin. It would be pathetic if it wasn’t so endearing.”
“And don’t they know it,” Jungkook agrees. “Assholes constantly take advantage of your heart boner for them. Just make it official already.”
“I don’t —”
“Wait, I’m Jenna, right?” you interject.
“That’s laughable, Y/N. Like you’d make it on ‘The Today Show,’” Namjoon argues.
Jin appreciates the two of you trying to deflect, but he needs you both to know that he’s not a creep.
“Don’t be ridiculous. They’re like my children,” Jin protests too loudly. “And you know I was talking specifically about romantic relationships.”
Jin’s heart thunders in his chest and he wonders how no one can see the way it pounds under his shirt. He is suddenly grateful for wearing a dark shirt so no one can see the sweat that must be staining his underarms.
“Oh, we’re aware,” Jimin leers. “Isn’t it every person’s fantasy to have a pair of hot twins as the ultimate flex? And here you have a wholeass Cole and Dylan Sprouse on each arm.”
Jin really wishes his friends would read the room and move on. They’re Korean, aren’t they? Where is everyone’s nunchi and why is no one exercising it?
“You don’t have to hide who you love, Jin,” Taehyung says quietly. “Do you think we wouldn’t support you?”
Jin panics.
Does everyone know his deepest, darkest secret? Do you and Namjoon know, too, and have just been too polite to ever say anything?
He does not dare look at either of you. Not now.
“You all think you’re so fucking clever, don’t you?” he grates out. “I practically raised The Barbi Twins and now you’re making me out to be a pervert or something. I deserve better than this.”
Jin pushes back from the table, gets up, and reaches into his wallet to throw down a bunch of twenties.
“Don’t go, Jinnie,” you say.
You are putting on a brave front. Jin knows because he can see the slight tremble in your plush lips and your dimples are nowhere to be found in your strained smile. Jin watches as Namjoon wraps an arm protectively around you and says nothing. He sucks in his cheeks and Jin knows Joon is pissed.
He has to leave.
“I’m no longer in the mood to be social,” he spits.
Jin refuses to make eye contact with any of his worthless friends and makes the 45 minute drive home in alternating waves of despair and fury.
He does not answer any texts or calls for the next two weeks — even if they’re from you or Namjoon. Jin doesn’t know if he can ever show his face again.
7.
“What the fuck, Yoongi?” snarls Namjoon at the same time you growl, “Was that really necessary?”
Namjoon’s heart aches and his stomach won’t stop churning. The horror written all over Jin’s face at even the idea of being in a relationship with either him or his twin is still fresh in his mind. He reaches for and squeezes your hand. You must be devastated.
“You okay?” he asks you quietly.
You sniff a watery sniff. “It’s nothing I didn’t already know — although, I had hoped that you, at least, had a chance.”
“The lot of you are fucking idiots,” Yoongi comments. “And quite frankly, I’m sick of it.”
“It’s been years of this bullshit,” Hoseok agrees.
“Imagine how I feel! I’ve known Jin since kindergarten and have had to witness this fucking ridiculous pageantry for decades. That’s right. Decades. Plural,” Yoongi continues.
“You’re severely mistaken.” Namjoon tries to keep the fury from his tone, but he is still too shaken. He is distraught. He wants to go home but he powers through for you.
Yoongi scoffs. “You’d like to think that, wouldn’t you? This way, the two of you can continue to ignore the discomfort of being in love with the same man as well as the inherent squick factor of considering a polyamorous relationship with said man because you are siblings — not to mention twins.” Yoongi doesn’t even try to wipe the smug look off his face. “Do I have it about right?”
You are near tears and Namjoon is about to get into a fight with one of his best friends.
“No. Not even remotely. I’m not in love with Jin — and even if I were, he’s not in love with me,” you say. You glance at Namjoon meaningfully.
Namjoon wants to disagree because he’s seen how Jin treats you — how he’s always treated you — like you’re the most precious person in the room. He remembers how when you were all kids and Jin kept beating the two of you at rock, paper, scissors and you started crying. Jin told you to believe in yourself and to try again. From that moment on, he would alternate winning and losing rounds with you. He lost to no one else.
Jin still only loses to you at rock, paper, scissors. He’s gotten subtler at rigging the wins, but he still does so nonetheless.
No. You are also severely mistaken. Jin definitely loves you but likely doesn’t want to hurt Namjoon’s feelings. And so, Namjoon feels anew all the guilt of getting in the way of your happiness. And yet, he also cannot bear getting out of the way.
“You know, we say this all the time and yet, it bears repeating,” Jimin says. “You two are the stupidest geniuses we know.”
“And what do you know about it, Jimin?” says Namjoon, rounding on a new target. His heart still feels tender and there hasn’t been enough time for him to recover.
“Look, we’re not trying to be assholes —”
“It’s just effortless —”
“Joon —”
“No, Y/N. I want to hear more from our friends how they’re not trying to be assholes and yet are managing to be assholes anyway.” Namjoon fumes and doesn’t try to rein in his mouth. “We’re not characters in some tragicomic love story. You can’t just push us all together and say ‘now kiss’ and poof! Happily ever after!”
“Isn’t that exactly what you do to your characters in your novels?” Jungkook challenges. At Namjoon’s questioning look, he adds, “What? I read your books — I like romance novels. The gayer the better.”
“I set things up a bit better than that!” Namjoon complains.
“You absolutely do, hyung. Your tropes are well done,” he ingratiates.
Namjoon resists the urge to preen. “Stop distracting me by playing into my ego!”
“So it’s working?”
Jungkook flashes his bunny teeth in delight. Namjoon wishes the younger man isn’t so adorable and feels some of his outrage gutter out.
“Maybe.”
“Look, perhaps Yoongi could have broached the topic in a better way,” Taehyung starts. “And yes, you three aren’t pawns in some scripted poly love triangle — you’re real people with thoughts and feelings of your own.”
“Yes, so why don’t we leave me and Joonie and our individual feelings alone,” you interrupt.
Yoongi snorts. “Yeah, cuz that’s been working out so well.”
Taehyung glares at everyone. “As I was saying, we just want you three to know that there isn’t anything wrong with how you feel. That we support you and are rooting for you. That your desires are valid.”
“It’s moot anyway,” you say sadly. Namjoon wants to hug you but refrains. He knows if he does, you’ll start crying and then you’ll never forgive him. “You heard him. He doesn’t ‘do serious.’ And he certainly doesn’t ‘do serious’ with me or Namjoon.”
Jimin sighs audibly. “Whether you choose to use your fucking genius brains or not is up to you.” He holds out his hand to forestall the protest bubbling out of Namjoon’s throat. “But regardless of what you believe, you two need to figure out what you want and what your boundaries are about Jin. This whole pretend you don’t know when you do is exhausting — and we’re not even the ones going through it. We’re just the assholes who have to watch the trainwreck unfold in slow motion.”
Namjoon tries to catch your eye but you are now refusing to look at him, too. If he is honest with himself, he knows his friends are correct — even if they have shitty execution and implementation.
He is tired. Tired of hiding. Of lying to himself and to everyone else. Of lying to you.
Namjoon is tired of never saying anything important about Jin.
8.
“You wanna talk about it?” you ask when you and Namjoon get home.
“Not really,” your brother replies. “Maybe tomorrow when we’re less emotional?”
You know Namjoon is right. All you will do now is cry and that’s not useful. Particularly since Namjoon will capitulate and give you whatever you want when you do — a weakness you do not wish to exploit in regards to someone as important as Jin.
“Okay,” you start to say before you choke up.
Namjoon’s face falls. “Hey, hey. Come here,” he says with his arms wide open.
You go to your twin and let him hug you, grateful for his constant, steady presence. He pats your head, smoothing over your hair. You are suddenly reminded of a home video of when you were preschoolers that you used to watch all the time when you went off to university and missed Namjoon.
You took the last mandu and noticed Namjoon — whose head was stuck in a book even then — grabbing blindly with his chopsticks for another one. You looked down at your dumpling and back at Namjoon and then put it back onto the plate for your older brother to take. When he finally nabbed that elusive mandu, he plopped it into your bowl without even once looking up.
You stared at the proffering for a few stunned moments. A dimpled grin broke over your face and you leaned in to kiss Namjoon on the cheek. He blushed and tilted his head to knock into yours fondly. You bit the mandu in half and gave him the rest, to his great surprise and joy.
It is one of your favorite memories.
You wonder why your brain thought to supply your hurting heart with that soothing balm but are too weary to connect the dots. Instead you squeeze Namjoon one more time and say, “Goodnight, Joonie.”
“Goodnight, Y/N,” he replies and kisses you on the crown of your head. “We’ll chat in the morning, okay?”
“Okay.”
You try to shush your already overactive brain as you get ready for bed but it is uncooperative. You send Jin a number of texts checking on him and worrying about him, but he does not respond. Your brain is also uncooperative at not freaking out about that, too.
Here’s the thing. It’s not that you think your friends are wrong exactly. You definitely think they’re onto something about Jin being in love with Namjoon.
You’ve seen all the pristine copies of your brother’s romance novels on Jin’s shelves and how he glows with pride whenever Namjoon goes on and on about some esoteric art thing or other. You notice the way the tips of Jin’s ears flush red when Namjoon compliments or thanks Jin for taking care of him all the time.
You have not, however, allowed yourself until now to think of the possibility that Jin could also be in love with you.
You do not want to believe it.
Yoongi is right.
The whole situation is messy.
Regardless of who loves who back, you and Namjoon are due for some hard and honest conversations about what it means to be in love with the same man. As your mind runs itself ragged over all the what-ifs and worst-case scenarios, you briefly allow yourself a moment to consider what you would ideally want.
You fall asleep and dream of mandu.
9.
“You’re a coward,” Namjoon says to himself.
Part of him feels as if he should defend himself — that he’s being too self-critical — but he has no defense. Otherwise, why would he be sneaking out of his house before you’re awake with only a text about how he forgot about a meeting with his agent — which isn’t untrue, exactly — even though he promised to discuss the whole Jin situation today?
And then, well, he just loses track of time.
He loses track of time on various Berkeley trails which happen to have spotty cellular service. When he finally comes back to civilization, he purposely turns off his phone and buys a ticket for “Everything Everywhere All At Once,” the latest movie you had reviewed — the one with Michelle Yeoh — and just lets the visuals and ideas overwhelm his senses as tears run down his face in the dark.
After the movie, he has so many thoughts and feelings that he heads to his favorite cafe and spends hours journaling and purging all the big ideas swirling around in his brain until closing. He grabs a sandwich and a drink and then drives up to Grizzly Peak and parks, content to watch the city lights of the Bay Area from the hood of his car.
Namjoon doesn’t know why he’s in such a mood.
Okay, that is a lie. He knows.
Namjoon is in love with Jin. He has never known a time without Jin being in his life, and Namjoon doesn’t know when his love for the older man changed from that of a younger brother to that of a man in love with another man.
Jin was there when Namjoon was figuring out his identity and coming to terms with being gay. Jin was there when Namjoon came out to his parents, who thanks to Jin coming out a few years prior, were pretty fucking awesome for Korean parents. Jin was there for Namjoon’s first heartbreak and first Grindr adventures. Jin was everything to Namjoon.
Jiniseverything.
Except, Namjoon knows Jin is not everything to just him and he is afraid.
Who falls in love with the same man as their twin and then shares him? Is that incestuous? Is that not just asking for trouble? What happens if they — in any configuration — do not last? Will Namjoon not only lose Jin — will he lose you, too?
He wants so much — but it seems impossible. He cannot see a way out.
10.
“You’re avoiding me, Joonie,” you say a few days later. You know it isn’t fair to corner him before he’s had his coffee but desperate times and all that.
Namjoon’s eyes shift guiltily. “I —” You cut your eyes at him and he quickly changes tack. “I am,” he admits.
“I want you to be happy,” you say. “And I want me to be happy — and most of all, I want Jin to be happy.”
Namjoon nods. “I know.”
“But, I don’t think any of us actually are.”
Namjoon nods again.
“I know you love him. That you’ve loved him for a long time — maybe longer than I have — in that way, I mean,” you start.
“Is that what we’re calling it? ‘In that way’?” your brother chuckles gently. “You sure you’re ready for this conversation?” he adds in that low rumble of his.
You’re not at all ready but you know you must and so you forge ahead. “Maybe we need soju,” you say.
“In vino veritas?”
“Something like that.”
“It’s 8:42 in the morning,” Namjoon observes.
“And your point? Isn’t that the best part about being freelance writers? We do whatever the fuck we want,” you reason.
“Should we get brunch then?”
You pause. There are merits to being in public: much less chance of making a scene in the event of a major disagreement. (Not that either of you are prone to making scenes.) However, the conversation feels too intimate, too vulnerable. You are worried people will overhear and judge.
“What if people overhear us?” you ask.
Your brother shrugs. “Who the fuck are they to me?”
He does have a point. “Very well. Let’s go get me some Bellinis and avocado toast.”
“You are such a fucking millennial.”
“We’re literally twins.”
“And yet, you choose to consume something as revolting as the avocado. Like, why do you even like it? It makes me mad,” Namjoon rants.
“I am aware,” you reply, a smile ghosting your lips. “And yet, it’s still delicious.”
“You like mint chocolate chip ice cream, too. Like, just eat toothpaste already.”
“Are you done?”
“No, I’m just getting started,” Namjoon gripes. “But I suppose you already know my arguments — though you remain a heathen.”
“It’s not my fault your arguments aren’t sound,” you rejoin. “You have no taste.”
The two of you bicker good-naturedly until you hit your favorite brunch spot. It briefly occurs to you that perhaps you should have chosen a new place in case today’s conversation doesn’t go well, but you are determined to be optimistic. You are sure you and your brother can be brave and honest for once about Jin.
“Did you want to start?” Namjoon asks after the server has taken your order.
You look at Namjoon carefully. You know how your brother is. He tends to yield to your wants and needs because he takes those seven minutes he has on you very seriously. He’s sweet that way and so you say, “No. I want to know what you really think and want without it being colored by what I want.”
Namjoon frowns. “I’m not spineless.”
“I didn’t say you were, Joonie,” you assuage. “You are kind and thoughtful and considerate and you want me to be happy even when it’s to your detriment.” You reach out to squeeze his hand. “I want to honor your wants and desires, too, Joonie. You are important to me.”
Namjoon flushes a little and toys with his utensils. He inhales a deep calming breath and you think anew that your brother is a good man. It is ironic that even though he clearly doesn’t want to go first, he is doing so out of deference to you wanting to defer to him. It’s convoluted but that’s how you two are sometimes.
“I love him, Y/N,” Namjoon says. He squirms and plays with the silver rings adorning his long fingers. “And it’s hard for me to talk about this because I think Jin knows — but he actually loves you — and I’m in the way.”
“How could you possibly be in the way?” you ask.
He huffs. “Because I’m so obvious. He must know that I love him and he doesn’t want to hurt my feelings.”
“Don’t be ridiculous,” you reply brusquely. “You would never be in the way. As if you could possibly prevent Jin from doing whatever he wanted. If he hasn’t made a move on me, it’s because he doesn’t want to make a move on me.”
“Well, then by your logic, that must also mean he doesn’t want to make a move on me,” Namjoon replies.
“Oh,” you say as your face falls. “True.”
You sip on your Bellini as Namjoon sips on his Americano.
“But what if —” you start then stop. You gather your courage. “What if he does love you? And he is afraid that you do not love him back?”
“That’s not the case —”
“I didn’t say it was fact — just a hypothetical.” You are determined. “What if he does love you? Or if not love, is interested in dating you?”
Namjoon sips his Americano again for something to do. Longing and pain cross your twin’s handsome features. “I — I don’t know.”
“Why wouldn’t you be with him if you could be?” you press.
“But what about you?”
“What about me?” you lob back. “We’re talking about you. I’m a big girl. If Jin doesn’t love me back, I would be sad, but I would get over it. And I would be happy for you.”
“Would you though? How could you not hate me?” Namjoon asks.
“If it were reversed, would you hate me?”
“Of course not.”
“Well, then. Of course I would not hate you,” you say.
Namjoon shakes his head. “As if it is that simple.”
“Why can’t it be that simple?” You shrug. “I don’t know if that means I don’t love Jin enough, or love you more than I love Jin, or that it means something else altogether.” You pause as the server brings your avocado toast and Namjoon’s chicken fried steak. “It’s everything all at once, I guess.”
“Like the movie?” Namjoon jokes.
“I guess. Kinda.”
“How so?”
“Well, take for instance Yoongi’s theory that Jin is actually in love with both of us,” you say as you vigorously try to attack the avocado toast. You briefly wonder why they can’t do you a solid and pre-slice the bread and then you remember that you have hands and can just lift the toast to your mouth.
“A spurious theory, but okay,” says Namjoon, “I’ll play along.”
“Why can’t he love us both? Maybe that’s what has prevented him from doing anything about it all these years — he doesn’t know who to choose. But why does he have to choose if we both love him back?” you muse. “Why can’t we be open to all the possibilities?”
Namjoon looks distinctly uncomfortable. “Isn’t that like borderline incest?”
You put down your silverware. “Look, some twins or siblings are okay with having threesomes with varying levels of sexual contact between them. I am not one of those people.”
“I didn’t think you would be, but I’m glad we’re on the same page for that.”
“Well, I’m glad incest is off the table,” you crack.
“So then, what? We share Jin as a boyfriend? How does that even work? You have him on even days and I have him on odd days?” wonders Namjoon.
“He’s a person, not property. And I’m sure we’d figure it out so no one feels left out or neglected — but don’t we already do that?” you ask. “Wouldn’t it sort of be like it is now except with the additional element of sex?”
“Would it be an open relationship? Are we polyfidelitous?”
“I would not want to date other people, and I think I would be upset if Jin dated someone other than you. If you want to date other people, that would be something you and Jin discuss, right? Like, I would be okay with that since I’m not dating you. But you would have to use protection since obviously, what you do affects me.”
You shake your head. This is a little more complicated than you originally thought, but it doesn’t seem disastrous yet.
“I don’t want to date anyone other than Jin,” Namjoon says. “And I would also not like it if Jin dated anyone other than you.”
“He’s like that last mandu: if we’re lucky, he’ll let us both eat him.” You snort all of a sudden. “I don’t think this is what eomma and appa meant when they told us to share.”
“I suppose not,” laughs Namjoon. “Their own fault for not being more specific.”
You and Namjoon laugh for longer than his quip warrants, but you are just relieved that the conversation is proceeding as you had hoped.
“I guess all that remains is talking to Jin and seeing what he wants?” you mention finally.
“Yeah, I guess so.” Namjoon’s face immediately turns serious. “That would probably be easier to do if he was returning any of my calls or texts.”
“Same,” you reply. And then, you have an idea.
“What?”
“I didn’t say anything.”
Namjoon raises an eyebrow. “You don’t need to. What sort of diabolical plan is going through your head right now, Y/N?”
“Don’t you think it’s time we paid imo a visit?”
Namjoon just shakes his head. “No fair using the man’s own mother against him.”
“You want us to get our man or not, Joonie?”
For the first time in a while, Namjoon seems lighter. You are hopeful that once you talk to Jin — even if the outcome is that he loves neither of you romantically — that at least you can all move on, whatever that looks like.
You are confident (perhaps unwarrantedly) that the three of you will navigate this new phase. After all, did you not all survive the horror that was Jin in his Nickelback phase? You shudder at the memory. Surely if your relationships emerged through that time of tribulation mostly unscathed, you could withstand anything.
11.
“Eomma!” Jin calls as he enters his parents’ house.
“I’m in the kitchen,” his mother calls back, “and what did I say about yelling in the house?”
Jin resists the urge to roll his eyes, hugging and kissing his mother instead. “Yes, eomma,” he says obediently.
He watches his mother putter around, washing and cutting fruit for the table. His mother has gone all out. The table is full of banchan, buchujeon, gimbap, and gamja jorim.
He narrows his eyes. “Eomma, why is there so much food? I thought you wanted me to come over for something urgent. You said something about a leak?”
“Ah, Seokjin-ah,” his mother says as she pats his cheek. “Turns out I just didn’t turn the faucet tight enough.”
Jin’s suspicions are immediately roused. “I told you I don’t want you to set me up with any more of your friend’s kids, eomma. I’m not interested.”
She cuts him a sly glance and he is not reassured. “Oh, I have a feeling you won’t mind so much.”
He gears himself to leave even though that would be unconscionably rude to his mother. He still hasn’t recovered from when Yoongi ambushed him about you and Namjoon. Every time Jin closes his eyes, he sees the revulsion on both your faces and thus, he has done the cowardly thing and refuses to answer any of his friends’ texts or well-meaning calls.
Jin just doesn’t have it in him to deal with his mother and the poor sap she and her friends have roped into this situation.
“Imo, are we late? We brought samgyeopsal from that place you like!”
Jin’s stomach drops when he hears your bright and cheerful voice. It takes all his self-control to stay put and not immediately flee.
“You’re right on time, Y/N,” his mother answers. “I’m almost done and then I’m off to the movies with Yoongi’s mother.”
“What did you do, eomma?” Jin hisses. He is so close to snapping that he cannot control himself.
His mother stops in her tracks and turns to him. “Jinnie, I want you to know that you are a good son.” The look on her face is strangely kind. “I love every part of you — even the parts you think you have to hide because you worry that your appa and I won’t approve.”
Jin feels unexpectedly naked. His parents are uncommonly supportive and he knows he is so very, very lucky. “Eomma,” he chokes out. “What — what brought this on?”
His mother hugs him right when you and Namjoon enter the kitchen. She whispers, “Follow your heart, Jinnie. You are so full of love — it’s about time you get all the love you deserve, too.”
Then she pats him on the cheek and heads to give you and Namjoon hugs of your own.
“Be good, children,” she says as she unties and then hangs up her apron. She winks at Jin and then she’s gone.
Jin swallows. He cannot bring himself to properly greet either of you. He notes that you and Namjoon have picked up on his distress and are now unsure of how to greet him.
“Jin? Are you okay?” you ask.
“I’m fine,” he wheezes. “I — what are you doing here?”
Namjoon’s eyes flick nervously to you. “Don’t be mad, Jinnie,” he cajoles. “It was Y/N’s idea — and you know how I can’t say ‘No’ to her.”
“Traitor,” you scowl. “And why would Jinnie be mad?” you brazen. “He should be ecstatic that he gets to see us on an unexpected Saturday afternoon after being deprived of our company for — what is it now? Three weeks?”
Namjoon sends Jin an apologetic shrug.
“I was busy,” Jin rasps. “I have a life without you, you know.”
“But what a sad life that is, Jinnie,” you snark. “We’re the twin stars of your life: your Pollux and Castor, your Kiki and Lala.”
“I have no idea who those people are,” Jin sighs.
Namjoon laughs, his dimples out in devastating force. “How do you still not know? Y/N tells this joke all the time.”
“You think I listen to her? She talks so much!” Jin throws back, grateful for the familiar rhythm.
“Why are you both so mean to me? Just for that, I’m eating all the pork belly.” You pout and Jin’s heart catches.
“As if that’s anything new,” Jin says. “I’ve known you your whole damn life and not once have you not hogged all the samgyeopsal.”
Namjoon holds out a fist for a bump and Jin is again grateful for the normalcy. He does not know how long it will last, but he will take it. The three of you bicker and settle into familiar beats as you all start digging into the bounty before you.
When you all have eaten your fill — and you indeed hoard all the pork belly — the prickling unease returns with a vengeance and he can sense the hidden agenda from a mile away. Jin doesn’t know how to deal and so he decides that he cannot live this half-life any longer.
“Either of you want to tell me what the hell this is all about?” he utters hoarsely. “Not that I’m not happy to see you.”
Namjoon snorts. “Right. You seem real happy about it.”
“It’s the second ambush in a month so you’ll have to forgive me if I don’t seem thrilled.” Jin doesn’t mean for his words to come out so bitter, but his tongue moves of its own accord.
He is so tired.
“We’re in love with you,” you and Namjoon say at the same time.
“What?” Of all the things he expects to hear, that is not it, and especially not in stereo.
“We’re both in love with you,” Namjoon repeats. “And we hope that you love us, too?”
“You don’t have to,” you add hastily. “You can love or not love whomever you wish — in whatever configuration you choose — but if you happen to also love us — like romantically, not like your annoying but favorite siblings — we would be very much okay with that, too.”
Jin is trying to follow your logic the best he can. He fails. “What?”
“We’re in love with you, Jin,” Namjoon says again. “And if you want to be with us, either individually or as a two for one special, or not at all, we just want you to know. You deserve to know.”
“Jesus, Joon. We’re not a BOGO,” you grumble.
Your brother giggles nervously. “I mean, we kind of are?”
“We’re not carbon copies — we’re our own people!” you protest.
Namjoon hugs and shushes you. “Let’s not get off topic, Y/N,” he gently insists.
You blush and nod agreeably.
Jin still has not caught up. He cannot believe his ears. “Is this your idea of a joke?”
Your face shatters. “No, Jinnie. We —”
“Is this a prank or some sort of fucked up test to make sure I’m not some sleazebag?” Jin checks. “This seems beyond the pale, even for you two.” Jin does not know why he is so angry except that he is. “This is cruel.”
Jin doesn’t register that he has stood up, his fists clenched.
“Please, Jin,” Namjoon begs. “Please hear us out.”
Namjoon seems as if he’s trying very hard not to cry — which makes no sense. Why would Namjoon be upset if he’s the one pranking Jin?
Jin reluctantly sits back down and jerks his chin in acknowledgment. He banks his panic until a more appropriate time.
“I love you, Jin,” says Namjoon, voice trembling. “I have loved you all my life and I cannot say when it changed from that of a younger brother to that of a man who loves a man.”
Namjoon’s voice is deep and serious — more serious than Jin has ever heard him.
“You taught me what it means to love and to love wholeheartedly and generously. You showed me how I deserve to be treated — like I’m the most precious person in the whole world.” Namjoon flushes crimson. “You see me, Jin. And I see you and love you.”
“You’re confused,” stutters Jin. “If I’m all you’ve known — you must be mistaken. You’ll fall in love for real one day and — and —” Jin’s voice breaks. He doesn’t know how to continue.
“I’m 29 years old, hyung,” Namjoon says firmly. “I think I’m experienced enough to know what I want and I want you. I’ve wanted you for a very long time. I would be yours if you would have me.”
Jin wants to scream. Namjoon says he loves him and yet his brain still balks. Perhaps now is the appropriate time to panic.
“This is a lot to take in,” he screeches instead. Jin’s entire body feels too hot and sweaty. If you are going to add your erroneous declarations of love, he does not know what he will do.
“Me, too,” you pipe up. “I may have loved you seven minutes fewer than Namjoon, but I also love you and am in love with you.”
“I —”
“You make me feel safe, Jin,” you say. “You accept me for who I am — even when I wreck all your plans and try your patience. You are my heart’s greatest wish and I want to be your safe place, Jinnie. I want to love you in the way you deserve. I want to make you happy.”
It’s too much.
Jin is not someone who likes to deal with emotions. He far prefers the zen of an empty head and coasts along blissfully in the present even when it comes to his deepest desires. He does not dwell. He does not allow himself the privilege of considering what he really wants.
Jin wants to cry and he hates it. He hates this feeling. He does not trust the way his heart surges at the prospect of his greatest wish coming true. He does not trust himself. He does not trust the two of you.
“I — I’m not sure what you want me to do with this information,” Jin muddles out.
“We want you to do whatever you want,” you say tentatively. “We just want you to know that in case you do return some of our feelings, that we are okay with you dating us both or only one of us or even not at all.”
“Is this a test?”
“Why do you keep asking us if it’s a test?” asks Namjoon. “What could we possibly be testing you for?”
“I don’t know,” Jin exasperates. “Like, some weird convoluted way to see who I love more or to see if I’m some dirty old man who wants to enact some freaky twin fantasy.”
“Oh, um, no threesomes, please,” you clarify quickly. “I — Joon — I mean, we’re not comfortable with that — if that’s okay.”
“But you’re both okay with me having sex with you individually,” Jin grits out. He ignores the way his gut kicks at the idea of sex with either of you individually.
The two of you nod and then, as if you both realize he needs verbal confirmation, say “yes” in sync. It’s a little disconcerting but if he’s honest, this entire afternoon has been disconcerting.
Jin glares at the two of you and can only hear the rush of the blood to his head. Perhaps his body has already gone ahead with the panicking.
“What, I’m just another thing you share between the two of you? Neither of you have found someone you really love so you’re settling for me and then, what? Decided to share because it’s convenient?” Jin doesn’t know where that thought comes from but now that it’s out, he realizes with a start that he really is worried about such a happenstance.
“Of course not, Jin,” you reply, sounding wounded. “You’re a person. You’re not a thing. And also, we have options!”
“Says the perpetually single person,” he digs.
“Single by choice,” you retort, eyes watery. “Don’t be mean. Just because you don’t want me doesn’t mean it’s because I don’t have other people wanting to be with me.”
“Besides,” adds Namjoon. “We could accuse you of the same thing if you choose to date us. Maybe you like the flex of bagging twins — one of each gender, at that. Don’t think Y/N and I haven’t received offers. People are gross.”
Jin flinches. “And am I one of those gross people to you? If I were to want both of you, would I be disgusting?” His voice hitches and Jin hates himself for a moment.
“I think it would depend on why you would want us,” Namjoon replies carefully. “Would you want us because we’re twins or because you want us as individuals? Like, you want us as separate people first and foremost — the fact that we’re twins is incidental?”
You are equally as careful when you add, “It’s okay if you have a fantasy of fucking twins — we don’t judge. If that’s something you want, it’s what you want — but we can’t be that for you.”
“I — I don’t want that,” he scrapes out. “I would never make y— anyone — do something they didn’t want to do.”
Jin doesn’t know why he is still acting as if he is not in love with you both. All he knows is that he cannot bear to meet either of your gazes. He cannot comprehend why — when he is on the cusp of everything he has ever hoped for — why he is being so willfully obstinate.
Silence permeates his childhood kitchen.
All Jin can think of is countless meals and homework sessions with you two squeezed into this very same nook. He wonders if his kitchen table is where he fell in love with each of you — you for your stubborn vibrancy and Namjoon for his steady contemplation. This is where he witnessed the love you had for one other and found his soul deeply yearning to be part of it.
Jin startles when he realizes that it is still the case. From the outside, the mutual love and adoration between you and Namjoon makes a person yearn to be let in — to share in that bubble of affection and tenderness.
He startles again when he realizes that he has already been let in — that he is already included — and you two are inviting him in deeper.
Jin is a fool.
You and Namjoon love him. You and Namjoon are in love with him. You and Namjoon want to make a life with him — both separately and together — and he is bungling it.
He realizes that you and Namjoon have been quietly observing him as his life is flashing through his mind.
“I —” he starts and then stops. He shakes his head to clear it. “I’m an idiot.”
“Care to be more specific?” you question dryly.
He supposes your tone is warranted. “I’m in love with you, too,” he says, cutting to the chase. “I love you both — individually and collectively. I — I can’t remember not loving either of you. It’s all of a piece.” He pauses, gathering his wits. “It’s just that I’ve spent so long telling myself that what I want is greedy at best and disgusting at worst —”
“You’re not greedy or disgusting,” Namjoon interrupts. “You are valid.”
Jin chortles. He is amazed he can still chortle after the rollercoaster of emotions he’s had today. “Yes, Namjoon. I gave you that same talk if you recall.”
“Well, then, stop it. I don’t like it when you say negative things about yourself.”
A rush of fondness sweeps through Jin. “I appreciate the sentiment, Namjoon. I really do. And also, I’m trying to explain where I’m coming from.”
“Sorry,” Namjoon mumbles. “Please continue.”
“Look, I’m not saying I care what society says about me and my sexual proclivities. And, I am still a product of society. As if the poly thing weren’t already against the social norm, I was lusting after twins!”
“So it’s just a physical attraction, huh?” you joke. “To be honest, same.”
Jin feels heat flare in his ears and travel down his neck into his chest. He knows you’re teasing but the idea of you finding him physically desirable stokes a dormant beast.
Namjoon tuts. “Y/N,” he reproves. “Stop distracting him.”
You stick your tongue out. “Stop being such a stick in the mud. I don’t know why it has to be so serious.”
“Anyway,” Jin says, clearing his throat, “it just felt unnecessarily complicated and taboo. It seemed too much to hope for. Too much to surmount.”
“Look at you,” you coo. “Using so many big words today.”
“You’re an ass,” Jin rejoins.
“But I’m your ass,” you try. “And now you can get some of this ass, too.”
Jin is in flames.
“Y/N!” cries Namjoon. “Ease up a bit — Jesus. No fair flirting before we’ve discussed boundaries. You think I don’t have a bunch of risqué bon mots waiting in the wings? I’m a romance and erotic fiction writer, for fuck’s sake!”
“Wait — you write erotic fiction?” Jin asks.
“How do you not know this? You said you’ve loved all my books!”
Jin winces. “And I do!” he insists, his voice pitching higher than he likes. “Nowhere have I actually stated that I’ve read them? They’re not mutually exclusive?”
You narrow your eyes at him and Jin feels as if he’s an insect pinned to a board. “Have you ever read any of our work?”
“I mean, define read?” he squawks.
“You’re really something else,” you sigh. You wave an imperious hand. “Fine, fine, fine. Please, do continue with your heartfelt confession of how much you love and want to bang us.”
“I — I think I’m done,” Jin huffs. “The moment has passed.”
“Hmmmph.”
“This is all so terribly scripted, but I suppose that’s to be expected in real life,” Namjoon observes.
“Sorry we’re not witty enough to be in one of your novels, Joonie,” you quip. “Though I confess, my professional pride is hurt.”
“You’ve literally written entire sections of my books for me when I’ve been stuck,” snipes Namjoon. “Do better.”
“Yeah? I’m still waiting for my royalties to roll in. Maybe I’ll sue.”
Jin is just fine with the attention being off of his dereliction of reading duties, but he’s not quite sure where the three of you are at. He sucks it up and re-enters the conversation.
“So, not to be the one reeling it back in all the time, but are we good? Are we a thing? Not a thing? A kinda thing?”
Imagine your characters grew up together as childhood friends. (Maybe they’re still friends or maybe they’re lovers now, you can decide!)
Person A asks Person B if they still have the stuffed toy that they carried around with them everywhere as a kid. Person B (lying) says that it got lost at some point over the years. A few years later, Person A is going through a rough time so Person B gives them their old stuffed toy, saying that it brought them a lot of joy and comfort as a child and that they hope it can do the same for Person A.
Person A is about to move out of the house they grew up in. Before they leave, they call and invite Person B over so they can dig up the time capsule that they had buried in the backyard together when they were kids.
When Person A and Person B were kids, Person A broke their arm and had to wear a cast for a while. To make them feel better, Person B decorated it by drawing a bunch of doodles and quotes all over it. When Person A finally got the cast off, they asked the doctor if they could keep it. Years later, Person A takes the cast to a tattoo artist and gets all of Person B’s doodles and quotes tattooed onto their arm so they can wear them forever.
Person A was terrified of heights as a child and Person B helped them work up the courage to jump off the diving board at the pool. As adults, they go on vacation to the beach together. Person A is excited to see that their resort has a place where you can cliff jump into the ocean but now it is Person B who is scared. Person A remembers the time Person B helped them face their fear as a kid, so in return they help Person B overcome their fear.
When they were little, Person A promised Person B that they would go to prom together when they finally made it to high school. They both grew apart as they got older and found new friend groups. They hadn’t even talked to each other in years until one day when they’re in high school and prom season is just around the corner and Person A shows up at Person B’s front door with 2 tickets to prom.
for the sake of my new shipping blog @sachikoxshizuku , I’m going to post some sachishizu fics I’ve written in the past!
3 Options and A Fight in The Rain rating: T characters: sachiko tanaka, shizuku osaka, setsuna yuki (mentioned) tags: magical girl AU, angst and romance, rivalry, childhood friends, dueling, bot-assisted writing summary: Sachiko invites her rival magical girl Shizuku to resolve their issues, one way or another.
Stay on Your Side rating: G characters: sachiko tanaka, shizuku osaka, yu takasaki tags: fluff, childhood friends, only one bed, touring, emotional hurt/comfort, cuddling & snuggling summary: Shizuku and Sachiko, who have recently reconciled after Shizuku’s transfer to Nijigasaki left the both of them upset, are on tour with the rest of Nijigasaki’s and Seiran’s idol clubs. Yu assigns them to the same motel room, in which there is only one bed.
The first time I said it, was the day that we first held hands.
We made promises when we were 8 surrounded by flowers, underneath the sun.
All my friends told me that I had it bad…but when it comes to you, I guess it’s true.
My friends also knew, that I swear one day I’d marry you.
I’ve been saying this for years,
but actually marrying you for real still felt so surreal.
Bonus:
Meet the family
Yes, EraserMic are at the parents side because they’re best friends with Hitoshi’s mom and they’re Hitoshi’s unofficial dads. Eri’s on the siblings side because she’s EraserMic’s adopted daughter and basically Hitoshi’s little sister at this point.
Link to Lilly’s masterpiece of a fic, that will make your heart full for sure, bring you into a happy tears, and put a smile on your face. It’s perfection, as expected from the CEO of childhood shinkami fics.
I also made a playlist that you can listen to while you read the fic.
Its been while since my last Post, This Valentine’s day, I used my ‘Single’ time by drawing up some Oc x Bruno Madrigal sketches. I just love seeing fans drawing Brunoin their style.I’ve been adding more stuff for my social medias but you know, 'Afraid of being judged or thinking I’m weird’ I’ve been obsessed with Encanto for the past 3 months? Yeah, so Here you go!!
SYNOPSIS: For Mizuki, her life turned for the worst when her long-time neighbor and tormentor Ryohei joined her high school as a student teacher. Now she can’t seem to catch a break from him in school nor at home! What can she do now that this sadist keeps leading her around, making her day to day life a living hell?!
SYNOPSIS: Raku Ichijou may be the heir to a yakuza group, but he’s a normal high school kid who dreams of peace and quiet. However, when he meets super-hot but violent transfer student Chitoge Kirisaki, his life takes a sharp turn for the worse!
