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“hey, i’m kim namjoon.”
jeongguk blinks, then feels something burst from his head.
he blushes hotly as petals fall in front of his eyes and slowly down to the floor in between him and the boy he just met.
“...uh,” he clears his throat, his voice still coming out high and anxious as he bows, “j-jeon jeongguk.”
“nice to meet you,” namjoon chuckles warmly, bowing a little deeper to pick up one of the stray flowers from the ground. “clematises?”
“i’m,” jeongguk begins, “i. th-this is just. it’s something that h-happens.”
“you grow flowers?” namjoon asks, and jeongguk nods. namjoon laughs then, reaching up to pluck another flower directly from jeongguk’s head. “that’s pretty cool. did you know clematis are the flower for my birthday?”
-xxx-
jeon jeongguk could grow flowers.
they grew when he met someone that he liked. it didn’t necessarily have to be romantic, he sprouted flowers when he was around his family and when he was with his friends. it was like jeongguk had so much happiness and love that his body could not hold it all, and it burst from his scalp in beautiful blooms.
jeongguk had become a very popular member of bts for his unique ability. when he first laid eyes on their fans, their army, geraniums burst into bloom from his scalp, down his neck and shoulders. the other members laughed jovially and threw them out to fans.
ivy leaved geraniums, jeongguk posted in the fancafe later, mean to keep someone in your favor. army, i love you. please continue to support us and keep us in your favor.
jeongguk is a constant, fragrant, flower bouquet.
clematis for namjoon. meadowsweets for jimin. sheep sorrel for seokjin. sweetshrub for taehyung. larch blossoms for yoongi. buttercups for hoseok. all blossoming in his hair. they found out later that the flowers were for their respective birth dates, which filled jeongguk with an inexplicable happiness.
as he gets older, he's able to control it a little better. he lets it relax at fansigns, though, letting geraniums fall for the fans that came out to see them. performances, music videos, and concept photos, he tries to hold in his flowers. when he focuses on the task at hand, it's easier to forget that he even grew flowers.
he would learn later that being able to control the growth was something even better than the involuntary blossoms.
-xxx-
“jeonggukie,” jimin sighs, wandering into his room, “can i stay with you for a minute?”
jeongguk nods, scooting a bit on his bed so jimin could sit next to him, resting his head on his shoulder with another heaving sigh.
“gukkie,” jimin mumbles, “will you grow them for me?”
“hm?” jeongguk asks, resting his cheek against jimin’s hair, “grow what, jimin-ssi?”
“...flowers,” jimin replies, “will you grow them? for me?”
jeongguk is so taken back by the question that he doesn’t even have time to think about growing anything before meadowsweets spill from his hair and onto jimin’s head.
jimin startles, pulling back to see the multitude of colors pouring from jeongguk, smiling so wide and giggling so sweetly. he runs his fingers through jeongguk’s hair, pulling free blooms and petals and letting them fall onto the bed.
“they’re so beautiful,” jimin whispers, “i always loved your flowers. it’s like a constant reassurance that you love us no matter what. you don’t have to tell us how you feel because it’s right here,” jimin holds up a palmful of pale white and pink blossoms, “for us to see. i love that about you, gukkie.”
jeongguk blushes hotly, a couple more meadowsweet clusters popping up on his shoulders.
“thank you.” jimin mumbles. then he leans in softly, carefully, and presses the sweetest kiss to jeongguk’s lips, causing meadowsweets to burst all the way down the length of his back.
-xxx-
“hyung?” jeongguk peers into the studio where yoongi is working, hunched over the keyboard of his computer clicking away at a track. “yoongi-hyung.”
“...hm?” comes yoongi’s delayed reply. jeongguk chews on his cheek before stepping further into the studio.
“yoongi-hyung,” jeongguk mumbles, moving to stand next to his chair, “it was my turn to come and get you. it’s time for bed.”
“just let me finish this last part, guk,” yoongi replies, still clicking away. jeongguk sighs, watches fondly. he feels the larch flowers bloom from his scalp, slow and steady as yoongi clicks away.
“hyung,” jeongguk pouts as he is ignored again, then he picks a larch from his hair, placing it in yoongi’s instead. “ hyung. ” he whines. yoongi continues to ignore him.
jeongguk huffs out a sigh, then keeps plucking larches from his hair. he places them around yoongi’s head in a makeshift flower crown; the warm pink color contrasting nicely with yoongi’s dark hair.
then yoongi sneezes, knocking all of jeongguk’s hard work onto his lap and desk.
“what?” yoongi asks, “oh.”
“let's go home now, hyung,” jeongguk giggles, and yoongi let out a sigh, sniffling.
“fine,” he agrees, brushing all the larches off the desk and into his lap. “it’s a shame, that we have to throw them out.”
“hm?” jeongguk hands yoongi a trash bin, tilting his head in confusion as yoongi sighs wistfully and pushes the flowers into the bin. “why is it a shame?”
“i guess,” yoongi begins, “i guess they’re just so pretty. it feels bad to throw them away.”
jeongguk blinks, then blushes, more larches sprouting up on his shoulders.
“i,” he begins, ducking his head when yoongi stands up to stretch, blushing more when he sees a strip of yoongi’s stomach. “i mean...i-i could…” jeongguk licks his lips, yoongi reaching out to hold his hand gently.
“you could what, jeonggukie?” yoongi asks, and jeongguk moves a little closer, squeezing yoongi’s hand.
“i-i could always just make you more,” jeongguk whispers, feeling himself bloom. yoongi smiles at him, all teeth and gums. “i’ll grow as many as you want me to, hyung.”
“aish,” yoongi huffs, chuckling softly, “you’re such a sweet little boy, gukkie.”
then yoongi leans in, jeongguk’s eyes fluttering shut. their lips meet, and jeongguk blossoms once more.
-xxx-
“taehyungie.”
jeongguk’s heart is running wild in his chest. he gasps as taehyung’s hands move down his sides, leaving blazing trails of heat on his skin.
“jeonggukie,” taehyung coos, “you’re so cute. such a sweetheart for me, huh?”
jeongguk whimpers, sweetshrubs blossoming where taehyung’s hands trace across his skin. jeongguk shudders when taehyung plucks a flower free from his ribcage, smiling and tucking it behind his ear.
“i love you so much, jeonggukie,” taehyung whispers, “wish i could show you like you show me.” he smirks, tilting his head playfully, leaning in closer, “but i have other ways to show you. right?”
jeongguk gasps, tilting his head up to meet taehyung’s lips, their tongues tangling. taehyung treats him gently, pulling sweetshrubs away to suck dark marks into jeongguk’s skin, only for more blooms to replace the ones he pulls away. the bed is covered with stray sweetshrubs, jeongguk’s fingers tangling into the bedsheets and crushing stark red petals. he can’t stop moaning, taehyung’s teeth sinking into his thighs, his hand pumping his aching cock. jeongguk feels tears well up in his eyes, his back arching, and before he can warn taehyung, he cums.
“jeongguk,” taehyung murmurs, “i love you.”
jeongguk lets out a shuddery breath, pulling taehyung down to press a sweet kiss to his lips.
“you’re covered in them,” taehyung mumbles reverently, then giggles, “i can barely see you anymore, gukkie.”
they spend the rest of the night giggling, picking sweetshrubs off of jeongguk, only for more to grow in their place.
-xxx-
“jeongguk?”
he blinks himself awake, drowsy and disoriented. hoseok is shuffling around his room, complaining under his breath.
“...i work all night and you guys just take over my bed. where am i supposed to sleep? jeonggukie.”
“hyung,” he yawns, flopping over to make room, “sleep.”
hoseok sighs, shuffling a bit more. jeongguk flits in and out of consciousness, hearing hoseok go through his night time routine before coming back into his room.
“scoot,” hoseok demands, and jeongguk obeys, curling up small so hoseok can fit into the bed with him. he then curls around hoseok, nuzzling his face into hoseok’s neck, sighing happily.
“night, hyung.”
jeongguk wakes up to hoseok sneezing.
“sorry, sorry,” hoseok apologizes, “you bloomed in your sleep. there’s a lot of pollen.”
“oh,” jeongguk stretches out, yawning loudly, “m’sorry.”
“it’s okay,” hoseok reassures, “i like them. buttercups are my mom’s favorite flower.”
hoseok begins to hum under his breath, plucking buttercups from jeongguk’s hair. jeongguk dozes off, not quite asleep, but not quite awake either. hoseok is warm, his bed smells amazing, and jeongguk could lay here forever.
“hyungie,” jeongguk mumbles, pressing his hand blindly, tenderly onto hoseok’s jaw. “i love you.”
“okay, gukkie,” hoseok replies, and jeongguk giggles, his eyes still closed as he presses a sweet and sloppy kiss to hoseok’s chin.
“love you, hyung,” jeongguk giggles, “i love you.”
“jeongguk, what has gotten into you?” hoseok asks, laughing as jeongguk peppers more kisses onto his jawline and cheek.
“i love you, hobi-hyung,” jeongguk says around a yawn, then he stretches out his body, then relaxing further into hoseok’s arms, “i’m gonna keep saying it until you say it back.”
“no,” hoseok whines, “i don’t wanna. it’s too early.”
“love you,” jeongguk mumbles, “love you so much.”
he feels himself slipping back to sleep. he mumbles one more time, one last love you, and curls deeper into hoseok’s hold.
he feels hoseok press a soft kiss to his bottom lip, making him smile sleepily.
“i love you too, jeonggukie.” he whispers, “go to sleep, okay?”
“mmm.” jeongguk hums, falling back into his dreams, where he blooms and blooms and blooms.
-xxx-
jeongguk walks up to seokjin on the couch, and he immediately puts his hands up in a fighting stance.
“back, you hooligan,” seokjin orders, “i’m not in the mood to kick your ass, but i will if i have to.”
“what the fuck,” jeongguk mumbles, “i just wanted to cuddle.” seokjin blinks up at him in surprise, then nods in approval, squinting suspiciously.
“i will allow it.” he gently pats the couch cushion, and jeongguk flops down, spreading out amongst the rest of the couch and resting his head on seokjin’s thigh. “something happen, gukkie?”
“jus’ tired,” jeongguk replies, burying his face into seokjin’s hip. he whines when seokjin tugs on his ear.
“oh please, you’re pouting,” seokjin scolds, “tell hyungie what happened.” jeongguk sulks for a moment more, before mumbling into seokjin’s shirt.
“sometimes i don’t like that i can grow flowers,” he admits, “i don’t like having my feelings out like that all the time. and sometimes i think that people only want to get close to me if that means they get to see me grow flowers for them.”
“oh,” seokjin says quietly, running his hand over jeongguk’s hair sweetly, “oh, gukkie. i’m sorry.”
“s’okay,” jeongguk replies, “sometimes i just wish it had an off switch. it’s gotten easier to control, over time, but i just...sometimes it slips and i feel like people start to expect it because i’m close to them…” he lets out a sigh, then attempts to curl a little closer, “sorry, hyung. i know it’s kind of silly.”
“it’s not silly,” seokjin reassures him, continuing to run his fingers through jeongguk’s hair, “it’s valid. people shouldn’t take advantage of your gift like that. it’s selfish of them and you shouldn’t associate with those kinds of people.”
“...hyung,” jeongguk begins, “you...if i didn’t have my ability...would...do you think…” he shifts slightly, then ever so quietly, “...would you guys...still love me, even if i didn’t grow flowers?”
seokjin goes quiet at that. jeongguk counts his heartbeats until seokjin finally responds.
“...jeongguk.” he whispers, “will you look at me? look at hyung.”
jeongguk rolls over to look up at seokjin, who is looking at him with a friendly smile, and jeongguk is struck suddenly by how handsome seokjin is.
“jeongguk,” seokjin says again, “no matter what, no matter who you were, who you end up being, and no matter what gifts you are given, we will always, always love you. no matter what. okay?”
jeongguk stares up at seokjin, and he feels his whole body bloom.
sheep sorrel flowers fall to the floor, and seokjin blinks in surprise. he lets out a squeaky little hiccuping laugh, before leaning down to press a kiss to jeongguk’s lips.
“love you too, jeonggukie.” he coos.
-xxx-
namjoon was jeongguk’s first love.
he bloomed clematises near constantly when they first started working together. it was so embarrassing, but namjoon, bless his heart, always brushed it off and ruffled jeongguk’s hair playfully. jeongguk would watch namjoon work, lining up clematises along his work desk, and namjoon would smile and place a clematis behind his ear.
the blooms haven’t slowed down since then.
the only thing that has changed is how namjoon has interpreted them now that they are both older.
jeongguk is in namjoon’s studio again, and they’re both working on a song jeongguk has been writing and nothing seems to be coming together the way he wants. he hovers over namjoon’s shoulders, pointing at sections giving him trouble, and namjoon nods understandingly, getting to work.
“so what if we take this and put it here?” namjoon wonders, moving a sound clip to another section of the song, then playing it back.
“ooh, hyung!” jeongguk crows, grinning excitedly, “you’re a genius!! how did you know to do that?!”
“we’ve been doing this for a while, i’d like to think i learned a few things along the way.” namjoon chuckles, and jeongguk rests his head on namjoon’s shoulder.
“ahh, what a relief,” he sighs, “i was starting to drive myself crazy. thank you, namjoonie-hyung.”
“of course, gukkie,” namjoon replies, and turns his head to press a soft kiss on the shell of jeongguk’s ear.
jeongguk shivers, and he watches as a couple clematises fall from his hair onto namjoon’s thigh.
“i don’t know if i’ll ever get tired of that,” namjoon muses, picking up one of the flowers, gently caressing the petals, “clematises have become my favorite flower, i think.”
“what was your favorite flower before?” jeongguk asks quietly, and namjoon hums thoughtfully, resting his head gently against jeongguk’s, where it still rests on his shoulder.
“i don’t know if i ever had one, honestly,” he replies, “i don’t think i even thought or cared about flowers until i met you.”
they both sit in silence for a moment, then namjoon is turning his head again.
“i want to kiss you,” he whispers, making jeongguk shiver, “can i kiss you, jeonggukie?”
“bold, hyungie,” jeongguk teases, but moves so he can sit directly in namjoon’s lap, making the older boy flush and look away. “you can kiss me. you can always kiss me, hyung. whenever you want.”
“ahh, since when have you gotten this bold?” namjoon laughs, his hands coming to rest on jeongguk’s hips. “you’re growing up too fast.”
“namjoon-hyung,” jeongguk whines, “kiss me?”
and namjoon does. he kisses him so soft, so sure, that jeongguk can’t help the blossoms that sprout all down his arms and back.
-xxx-
jeongguk blows out the candles on his cake, and everyone cheers.
“happy birthday!!” they all shout, clapping excitedly.
today, jeongguk is another year older.
it’s midnight, and the group had just finished another day of schedules and photoshoots. jeongguk had forgotten that it was his birthday, quite honestly. but then the members burst into the dorms, pushing him into the living room before coming out of the kitchen with a small cake covered in various fruits and way more candles than necessary.
“ah, you’re growing up so fast.” seokjin laments, pressing a kiss to jeongguk’s cheek. hoseok leans in on his other side, pressing a kiss to his other cheek.
“you make me feel so old!” hoseok cries, resting his head on jeongguk’s shoulder.
“happy birthday, gukkie!” taehyung says through a mouthful of cake, kissing jeongguk with frosting all over his lips. jimin laughs, swiping at a little bit of frosting left behind on jeongguk’s nose, then leaning in to give jeongguk a kiss of his own.
“happy birthday, baby.” jimin coos, and jeongguk feels his cheeks warm at the pet name. yoongi gestures for jeongguk to come to the other couch where he and namjoon are sitting, and jeongguk can’t do anything other than obey, much to the dismay of seokjin and hoseok.
“hey, we were cuddling,” seokjin complains, but taehyung and jimin immediately fill the spot jeongguk left behind.
“happy birthday, guk,” yoongi mumbles, pressing a warm kiss to the corner of his mouth. jeongguk turns to namjoon, who smiles brightly and presses a kiss to jeongguk’s cheek, close to his nose.
“happy birthday, little one,” namjoon whispers, “here’s to many more.”
“thank you,” jeongguk whispers, then louder, “thank you, all of you. i love you guys.”
“love you too,” the rest of the group replies.
and jeongguk blooms,
and blooms,
and blooms.