BTS Drabble Sequence: Prima Materia
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kat_lair***
Title: Prima Materia
Author:kat_lair
Fandom: 방탄소년단 | Bangtan Boys | BTS
Pairing: Jeon Jungkook & Kim Namjoon | RM, Jeon Jungkook/Kim Namjoon | RM
Tags: Ambiguous Relationships, Drabble Sequence, Magical Realism, the Japanese MV for Blood Sweat and Tears, in particular whatever is going on with Namjoon, Jungkook and that drink
Rating: T
Word count: 5 x 500
Summary: Namjoon smells different, like the deep green ocean instead the streets.
Author notes: Written fordreamersdare for ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
fandomtrees. DD’s prompt was “Anything that draws on the Japanese MV for Blood, Sweat and Tears, in particular whatever is going on with Namjoon, Jungkook and that drink.” I regret to inform you; I am not so much answering the essay question as I am talking around it. You know, like, 'focuses on the details but presents no actual arguments'. Was fun to write though :D
Prima Materia on AO3
Air
Namjoon smells different, like the deep green ocean instead the streets. His knuckles are permanently bloodied and Jungkook wants to kiss them, to taste the rust of blood, but settles on blowing air, cooling the hurt.
“Are you… Are you on something, hyung?” he asks, when the others are asleep. Namjoon doesn’t seem like he’s spaced out on drugs. If anything, he seems… sharper. More present.
“High on life, Kook-ah.” Namjoon laughs, and his breath washes over Jungkook’s face, honey-sweet, brine-bitter and so close it leaves Jungkook gasping for air. “But don’t worry,” Namjoon adds, “I won’t leave you behind.”
***
Earth
“This way!” When Namjoon ducks through the loading doors of a high-rise, they all follow. They are running for their freedom and Namjoon is the leader.
It’s only when they are five floors up and still climbing, passing empty, unfinished rooms lined with expensive artwork and graffiti, that Jungkook realises he doesn’t remember the building at all.
He slows down enough to glance out of the window and the city outside is not the one they just left. He can’t even see the ground. Where…?
He looks behind himself, and the others are gone.
“Come on,” Namjoon calls. Jungkook goes.
***
Fire
Jungkook feels like an unlit match at a petrol station, dangerous and vulnerable in equal measure.
He’s lying on a bathroom floor, acid burning in his stomach. He’s waking up on a stained mattress with blood on his back. He’s alone. He’s not alone. He’s…
“Aren’t you thirsty?” Namjoon asks from across the table.
Yes. Jungkook’s throat is on fire. Something simmers in his chest, his belly. He wants so badly, but he doesn’t know what.
But just like always, Namjoon has the answer, a response to every need Jungkook never knew he had. Namjoon is the answer. The accelerant.
***
Water
The world moves like water and Namjoon is the current, the stream that flows around and over Jungkook, wearing him down like the waves, smoothing all his jagged edges until he’s rounded and soft.
Malleable.
There’s a glass in Namjoon’s hand, the roll of the sea in his steps as he walks over. Jungkook’s mouth floods, the palms of his hands damp against his knees as he waits, still as a stone in a river.
Namjoon’s fingers grip the back of his neck, and the rim of the glass kisses his mouth, cold and slick like December rain.
Jungkook drinks.
***
Spirit
Time bleeds neon. Now is before
all of them running through the school corridor, through the trainyard
Now is after
running through the snow, the cherry blossoms, the hail of bullets
Now is flying and drowning, being so sated he screams, so empty he suckles on his own fingers
“Here,” Namjoon says, his thumb on Jungkook’s tongue like a sigil.
The smoke tastes of peaches, of poison pits.
“Are we dead?” Jungkook asks and Namjoon’s mouth curls up, lazy and profane
In the mirror, seven smiles stare at Jungkook, seven souls bleed neon.
“Yes,” Namjoon says. “And now we live.”
***
Title: Prima Materia
Author:
kat_lair Fandom: 방탄소년단 | Bangtan Boys | BTS
Pairing: Jeon Jungkook & Kim Namjoon | RM, Jeon Jungkook/Kim Namjoon | RM
Tags: Ambiguous Relationships, Drabble Sequence, Magical Realism, the Japanese MV for Blood Sweat and Tears, in particular whatever is going on with Namjoon, Jungkook and that drink
Rating: T
Word count: 5 x 500
Summary: Namjoon smells different, like the deep green ocean instead the streets.
Author notes: Written for
dreamersdare for fandomtrees. DD’s prompt was “Anything that draws on the Japanese MV for Blood, Sweat and Tears, in particular whatever is going on with Namjoon, Jungkook and that drink.” I regret to inform you; I am not so much answering the essay question as I am talking around it. You know, like, 'focuses on the details but presents no actual arguments'. Was fun to write though :D Prima Materia on AO3
Air
Namjoon smells different, like the deep green ocean instead the streets. His knuckles are permanently bloodied and Jungkook wants to kiss them, to taste the rust of blood, but settles on blowing air, cooling the hurt.
“Are you… Are you on something, hyung?” he asks, when the others are asleep. Namjoon doesn’t seem like he’s spaced out on drugs. If anything, he seems… sharper. More present.
“High on life, Kook-ah.” Namjoon laughs, and his breath washes over Jungkook’s face, honey-sweet, brine-bitter and so close it leaves Jungkook gasping for air. “But don’t worry,” Namjoon adds, “I won’t leave you behind.”
***
Earth
“This way!” When Namjoon ducks through the loading doors of a high-rise, they all follow. They are running for their freedom and Namjoon is the leader.
It’s only when they are five floors up and still climbing, passing empty, unfinished rooms lined with expensive artwork and graffiti, that Jungkook realises he doesn’t remember the building at all.
He slows down enough to glance out of the window and the city outside is not the one they just left. He can’t even see the ground. Where…?
He looks behind himself, and the others are gone.
“Come on,” Namjoon calls. Jungkook goes.
***
Fire
Jungkook feels like an unlit match at a petrol station, dangerous and vulnerable in equal measure.
He’s lying on a bathroom floor, acid burning in his stomach. He’s waking up on a stained mattress with blood on his back. He’s alone. He’s not alone. He’s…
“Aren’t you thirsty?” Namjoon asks from across the table.
Yes. Jungkook’s throat is on fire. Something simmers in his chest, his belly. He wants so badly, but he doesn’t know what.
But just like always, Namjoon has the answer, a response to every need Jungkook never knew he had. Namjoon is the answer. The accelerant.
***
Water
The world moves like water and Namjoon is the current, the stream that flows around and over Jungkook, wearing him down like the waves, smoothing all his jagged edges until he’s rounded and soft.
Malleable.
There’s a glass in Namjoon’s hand, the roll of the sea in his steps as he walks over. Jungkook’s mouth floods, the palms of his hands damp against his knees as he waits, still as a stone in a river.
Namjoon’s fingers grip the back of his neck, and the rim of the glass kisses his mouth, cold and slick like December rain.
Jungkook drinks.
***
Spirit
Time bleeds neon. Now is before
all of them running through the school corridor, through the trainyard
Now is after
running through the snow, the cherry blossoms, the hail of bullets
Now is flying and drowning, being so sated he screams, so empty he suckles on his own fingers
“Here,” Namjoon says, his thumb on Jungkook’s tongue like a sigil.
The smoke tastes of peaches, of poison pits.
“Are we dead?” Jungkook asks and Namjoon’s mouth curls up, lazy and profane
In the mirror, seven smiles stare at Jungkook, seven souls bleed neon.
“Yes,” Namjoon says. “And now we live.”
***