Jeon Jungkook and Park Jimin were neighbors for years, but never got along. Whenever Jimin practiced for his job at the Philadelphia Orchestra, Jungkook just so happened to practice music of his own. However, his music wasn't as easy to tune out as Jimin's flute playing. No, the electric guitarist turned down the volume for no man and because it wasn't after quiet hours, Jimin's noise complaints did absolutely nothing. But the pandemic hit Jungkook hard. The music store he worked for went under because it wasn't deemed essential and Jungkook was immunocompromised and unable to work elsewhere. His unemployment money wasn't enough and the landlord was not forgiving. Feeling pity for the younger, Jimin stepped in and offered to have him move in. Will these two people who always seemed to butt heads be able to get along in quarantine? ⚠️Warning:⚠️ Top Jimin x Bottom Jungkook Top Jungkook x Bottom Jimin Language Smut Kinky stuff A lot of mentions of covid life Topics of race/police brutality/violence (George Floyd) Rankings: 1 in orchestra 1 in jikookfanfic 1 in btssmut 2 in jungkook 14 in jikook 14 in quarantine

Rich, well behaved Jungkook, never broke the rules, never slept with anyone, doesn't drink unless it's a special occasion and spends his free time volunteering. All he wants is to be able to care for people and look after them. He never thought that would be how he found his one true love however.

Jimin is an 18-year-old who finds a 3-year-old on the side of the road and takes him home. His parents are furious that he did this and threw him out of the house. Jimin is determined to take care of this child so he drops out of high school and finds a hard low paying job and he is able to afford a small apartment and is able to send the child to school and is able to feel him, but not able to eat himself. He doesn't mind as long as the child is happy, healthy, and knows he's loved. But what happens when he meets billionaire Jeon Jungkook?

Type swallowed hard, watching the little water drops slide down Tharn's defined chest. He pressed the shutter button. The shutter clicked and the light flashed, capturing Tharn's picture. He watched him, through the lens, as he changed his position and undo another one of his buttons. "Type." Tharn's voice was like music to his ears. Just listening to him call his name made him nervous, though. "Is this good?" "It's perfect." ---------- Type is a member of the photography club at his college. Tharn is a member of the music club. When the president of the music club wants to put on a talent show to attract more members, the students are tasked with making posters for it. So, they enlist the help of the best photographer on campus, who just happens to be Type. Type is finally finding something he likes more than photography, while Tharn is finally finding something he may want to spend more time looking at than music notes.