Summary: You always want what you can’t have: You want Seokjin, Yoongi wants Yoora and the only seemingly happy couple is the wanted themselves. Until you and Yoongi get drunk one night and fall into a relationship that neither of you wanted or planned. The only problem is, could either of you move on from your first loves to fall again?
From this anon’s request!!
Can I request a YOONGI
ANGST where you are in love with Jin but Jin has a girlfriend and YOONGI is in
love with Jin’s girlfriend and you grieve together with YOONGI (who’s your best
friend) but accidentally got drunk together and slept with him.”
THERE WILL BE ONE MORE PART TO THIS SCENARIO
WARNINGS: Sexual situations, blood, angst, idiocy, derpiness, general super fluff for whatever reason, also heartbreak. The usual. You know me.
They always said that when your heart was broken it would
mend itself by rebounding into new love–feeling whole through a person that
was so vastly different than the one you lost or couldn’t have. But, it could
be any person really; it honestly did not matter if they were someone different
than the last. As long as the rebound was next to you and equally as drunk,
then the name and appearance of the person would not stop you from shoving your
tongue down their throat. Nor would it remove their hands finding solace in
tracing the line of your panties through your skinny jeans.
Granted, you didn’t know who “they” referred to or
if “they” even actually said it–if you were sober you would have
realized that rebounding was a stupid decision felt by those either inexperienced
in love or too intoxicated to care if their best friend was removing their
shirt. Well, to be fair to yourself, the alcohol was fooling you into believing
that Yoongi was the person that you loved for 90% of you conscious life instead
of someone who shared your misery. It was only when you sat with your back
pressed up against brick, your ass on top of an old wooden work bench in the
supply closet of a bar, and your fingers embedded in Yoongi’s hair (how was
that shit so soft?), that you were reminded of the stupid word.
The term had always sounded harsh and negative; it always
meant something dangerous–broken hearts and a year’s worth of tears. Well,
with several rounds of shots and that cocktail the bartender had railed for you
that night fogging your mind, the idea of a rebound sounded amazing. You’d
tried everything to lose your feelings for Kim Seokjin, but maybe, maybe this
man who tasted like whiskey and soju and smelled like bleach from the nearby
shelf would drag those feelings out from your heart and purify the empty cavity
If you were sober, you would have doubted it, but drunk you
was a gullible sap–even to your own inner ramblings.
“We can’t.” You murmured in a second of
sobriety–one that was quickly drowned out by the poison of alcohol on Yoongi’s
tongue. Despite the statement, you did not pause in your ministrations nor did
you try to pull away from the male.
Yoongi, himself, was too far gone for proper speech so he
only grunted and, when his hands roamed your sides in just the right, tender
way–you fooled yourself into believing that the man you were letting unzip
your jeans was, in fact, Seokjin.
I’ve been thinking about Us, the story of us. How the fuck do I sum it up? Has it been perfect? Hardly. Any story with me at the center of it will never be anything less than a big smiling mess. But here’s what I know for sure—our time in the sun has been a thing of absolute fucking beauty. The nightmares, the hangovers, the fucking and the punching. The gorgeous shimmering insanity of the city of ours. Where for years I woke up, fucked up, said I was sorry, passed out and did it all over again. As a writer, I’m a sucker for happy endings. The guy gets the girl, she saves him from himself, fade to fucking black. As a guy who loves a girl, I realize there’s no such thing. There’s no sunset. There’s just now, and there’s just the two of us, which can be scary fucking ugly sometimes. But if you close your eyes and listen for the whisper of your heart—if you simply keep trying and never ever give up, no matter how many times you get it wrong, until the beginning and the end blur into something called until we meet again – and that’s it. I didn’t know how to finish it, because it’s not over. It’ll never be over, as longs as there’s you, and there’s me, and there’s hope, and grace.
Hank Moody (played by David Duchovny), Californication series finale