HEARD IT ON
THE RADIO
( part 1 )
WORD COUNT 1.9k
OVERVIEW jeongguk's quite in love with an anonymous radio host.
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JEONGGUK WAS SERIOUSLY considering throwing himself out of a window. he just couldn't think of fucking anything to write for his essay, and when you're a few months away from finishing university, that was a colossal fuck-no. he stared at the cup of coffee- now refilled a total of seven times- on his desk, before swearing softly and leaning back until he fell to his bed.
"fuck this," he mumbled, reaching for his phone. it had been playing soft ambient noises for the past two hours, lots of watery and wind-chimey noises. but jeongguk wanted a change of pace from his slow study playlist. with quick, millennial-speed fingers, he found his live audio broadcast app, going to the channel he loved the most; moonlit hours station.
"—these are the last blues we're ever gonna have, let's see how deep we get. the glow of the cities, below lead us back, to the places that we never should have left. these are the last blues." jeongguk grinned at the last couple notes of a song, before the hosts' irresistibly soothing voice began to speak. jeongguk felt warm and cosy as he smuggled up in a huge hoodie, listening with a content smile.
"that was, of course, bishop's knife trick by fall out boy," kim — or rm as he usually called himself — said, an obvious smile evident in his voice. he sounded slightly tired, but jeongguk knew the man was an insomniac. "how are you all? i hope you're all planning on getting at least some sleep," a soft chuckle left him. "of course, it's exam season, so i know a lot of students, like my fellow host the8, will be studying late. good luck you guys."
jeongguk honestly adored kim's radio show. he'd been listening since three months after it started, and had quickly loved the host's music taste, voice, sense of humour... hell, just about anything. rm's music taste was amazing, ranging from the stereotypical kpop everyone listened to, to more urban, indie artists jeongguk quickly added to his spotify and soundcloud. the nineteen year old was maybe a bit smitten. he'd never seen rm's face, but he assumed he was rather soft, wearing oversized jumpers and cute designs. older than jeongguk, definitely.
"now, here's something for all you students who need to focus," rm laughed, the first notes of a song audible from jeongguk's phone. "she lays down, by my personal favourite, the 1975."
jeongguk closed his eyes, bathed in the glow of his rainbow fairylights and moonlight streaming in through the window. the song was peaceful, and made jeongguk feel sleepy; he had work in the morning, so it was probably best he abandoned the essay, unless he wanted to be serving baked goods whilst asleep.
"...and she just wants to feel something, and i don't think that's asking for too much..."
jeongguk exhaled with a smile, before burrowing under his duvet, plugging in his phone and letting the radio continue playing. it wouldn't be the first time rm's baritone voice had lulled him to sleep.
it was with sleep dust still in his eyes that jeongguk ran to sweet heart, rm's rough beats spotify playlist playing loudly in his ears. he wasn't late, thank fuck, else seokjin would've beat his ass. as some funky remix of a luhan song played, jeongguk leapt over a fire hydrant, before barreling straight into the door of the bakery he worked at, a smile on his face. his hair was curly as it poked out from under his beanie, and although he was grappling with tiredness the way you'd grapple with soap in a bathtub, he managed to look cheerful, stylish, and suave.
"morning hyungs!" he called to the store's owners, yoongi and seokjin, the older of the two smiling at him. jeongguk's headphones remained in as he changed into his apron, but he took them out as he walked to the register, ready for a long, boring day of work. resting his palm on his chin, he hummed along to the popular song playing on the radio, staring out of the window.
"how was your weekend, ggukkie?"
jeongguk jumped as his coworker youngjae snapped him out of his daydream, doe eyes wide. youngjae looked, as always, positively adorable, and jeongguk restricted the familiar urge to squish his cheeks. just looking at him in that huge hoodie, his heart was doing the fattest uwu.
"hey hyungie," he smiled, reaching out to poke youngjae's cheek with a fingertip. "weekend was good. i've gotta whole load of essays to finish though."
youngjae laughed, his black hair spilling into his eyes. "ah, same. you're still painting though?" he gestured to the obvious paint splatter on jeongguk's white shirt, and the younger nodded, grimacing at the splatter.
"uh huh. they're turning out... well," jeongguk toyed with his bottom lip, laughing. "oh, youngjae, customer."
youngjae turned around and went back to his waiter service. jeongguk sneaked a headphone in and began to listen to rm's soundcloud playlist full of demos he'd found, with reviews on them coming right after. jeongguk particularly liked cyberbully mom club, a band that rm frequently had on his weekly demo lists, and he hummed along softly to i'm tired and i hate this song whilst brushing his black curls from his eyes. his round glasses rested quite spectacularly on the end of his nose, and it was a wonder they didn't fall off.
jeongguk did look quite breathtaking in the early morning light. dressed in a deliciously ironic hipster-esque outfit, his ripped jeans and beanie just topping off the soft look, he looked like a tumblr drawing or a pretty ulzzang boy on instagram. but in his eyes he was painfully normal, just a guy who liked late night radio shows and undiscovered bands. but in that moment, he could've been anyone.
a throat was cleared and jeongguk snapped out of his indie-induced trance, quickly swiping his headphone out to look at who had made the noise.
oh.
the man was tall, in a way that made jeongguk feel quite dizzy. he liked taller guys. he wore a leather jacket with chains hanging from the lapels, and shredded grey jeans that showed off honeysuckle tanned skin. jeongguk's eyes drifted to his face, and boy, he had to almost restrict his jaw from dropping. honey golden tanned skin, the smallest dimple caved into his cheek from the half-smirk that jeongguk could equate to the sun, ocean-calm eyes with smile lines beside them, and, to top it all off, wavy black hair that suited him down to the bone.
jeongguk might've been over-exaggerating, but he was pretty sure he'd just met the most attractive man ever.
"h-hi." he squeaked out, cursing himself for both stammering and lisping slightly without meaning to. "welcome to sweet hearts! what can i d-do for you?"
the tall man smiled softly, and jeongguk's knees literally almost gave away at how angelic he looked. "ah, i'll have the cinnamon coffee autumn special? and a strawberry bun, please."
gorgeous, great clothing, and a voice like every perfect song i've ever heard, jeongguk thought. polite too... dammit okay just eat my ass i'd say thanks.
there was something awful familiar about that ilsan lilt, jeongguk pondered as he restricted his thoughts from going down the NSFW road, his cheeks flushing, but he decided not to dwell on it. with a quick 'sure!', he went to produce the man's coffee, adding an extra shot of the extra special creamer yoongi liked to reserve for himself — some customers are just worth it.
"your num- i mean, name?" jeongguk asked as the coffee poured, sharpie poised to write on his cup. leather jacket smiled, leaning on the counter.
"namjoon."
okay, you've thought about him eating your ass and almost asked for his number, gguk, jeongguk scolded himself, carefully picking up a strawberry bun. that's basically fourth base done, you twat. keep it PG.
"here you go, sir," jeongguk smiled, passing namjoon his order, envying the coffee; he hadn't had a chance to eat or drink coffee before leaving his apartment. he was starved, and his break was in another hour. "that'll be seven thousand won."
namjoon fished the money from his pockets, and jeongguk couldn't help but notice his hands, how long and precise his fingers were — okay, gguk, he told himself, no hand fetishism this early in the morning. he took the money, and namjoon walked over to a table by himself, getting his phone out.
he'd left his strawberry bun on the counter, though. jeongguk went to pick it up and call him over, but he noticed scrawled handwriting on the paper bag, squinting to read it.
noticed you staring at the cakes longingly. enjoy.
—knj
what a fucking gentleman, jeongguk swooned, taking the bun from the bag and scouting for any of his hyungs, before shoving the whole thing in his mouth. yes, he was well aware he looked like a hamster (anything was better than the bunny nickname his hyungs used), yes, he knew it was gross, but the bun was so good. he literally almost moaned in satisfaction; seokjin's cooking just got better and better.
he noticed namjoon looking at him with an amused smile, and hid his face in his hands. oh wow; hot guy #1 just saw jeon jeongguk with puffed up, hamster grade cheeks, making him look like a nerd. well, there went his chance of getting his ass ate.
before you ask, jeongguk was very sexually deprived. that was why he thought of those sort of things in relation to hot guys; collecting for the wank bank, you get him? so, yeah, maybe he'd imagine some hot guy he'd seen while out and about slamming into him when he needed to get off. that's just how he worked. with no one to actually dominate him, he made do.
back to the more safe for work story, jeongguk swallowed the bun and turned back to lean his elbow on the counter, sneakily throwing the bun's bag into the trash. his headphone returned to his ear, and his day returned to normal.
jeongguk was exhausted by the time he got home, his night classes making him yawn and stumble. he quickly made himself some coffee in the kitchen, determined to finish his essay that night, his phone already connected to his bluetooth speaker. rm's show was just starting, and jeongguk listened to the first song of the night as his coffee brewed.
"—you were such a rollercoaster, i'd never let you go..."
"that was rollercoaster by bleachers, and once again you are back with me at the late hour, your host, kim," rm's baritone voice was soothingly familiar, and jeongguk couldn't help but smile as he carried his things back to his room. "now, what has been going on in my life..."
"what has indeed, kim?" jeongguk whispered with a giggle, taking out his pen and beginning to pick up where he'd left off. he pulled his hood up over his head, half paying attention to kim and the other half paying attention to his essay.
"...well, i saw a cute guy today. a lil shortie with cute puffy pink cheeks," cute rm's heartwarming laugh, which jeongguk ached to hear in person. "sweet as my coffee. low key wanted to get his digits, but, with my luck, he would've been straight. ah, nevermind, huh? i'll just have to go back to that coffeeshop."
jeongguk sighed dreamily. sometimes he wished he could be the cute boy rm was talking about. but there was no chance; rm was probably a seoulite, no chance he'd live in the small busan community jeongguk lived in. the chances were a million to one. jeongguk would just continue to run into hot guys like namjoon, and not the soft speaking rm he really wanted. although namjoon was also a nice option...
you'll probably never meet rm and you may never see namjoon again, gguk, he told himself, rolling his eyes. just content yourself with being single. it isn't that hard.
"here's my personal favourite of the week," rm said, making jeongguk stop so he could hear the song title properly. "love, by dean. i'm really feelin' this lately. hope you enjoy!"
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hmmm part 2? i have a taegijoon coming up with little yoon & tae cutiesss and a yoonjin for neta bc yes
also i wanna write smut but i have no ideas ha
thank u for 5k!
- jace