Subject: Fanworks; Mature; 방탄소년단 | Bangtan Boys | BTS; Jeon Jungkook/Park Jimin; Jeon Jungkook; Park Jimin (BTS); Romance; Kissing; Hand Jobs; Semi-Public Sex; Selkies; Alternate Universe - Modern Setting; Alternate Universe - Fantasy; post-university malaise; M/M; No Archive Warnings Apply
Publisher: Archive of Our Own (2020-01-13)
Jungkook isn’t staring.
He’d just - happened. To be looking at the beautiful boy sunning himself on the rocks, not a stitch of clothing on, pillowing his arms under his head, the stretch and curve of muscle under skin on perfect display.
Not on display, Jungkook chides himself. There’s nothing to say that he can’t be here. Like that. It probably feels really nice. I should try it sometime.
That’s a lie. He should not try it sometime. He should walk away, now, very fast, and not turn back. His panicked, darting eyes settle on a strange, lumpy shape near the man, hanging precariously off the rocks. A southerly wind sweeps up from the ocean, or maybe it’s just fate.
(Or: Jimin is a selkie. Jungkook saves his coat from being swept away, and gets swept away himself instead. By feelings).