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doyoungiesbunnies · 2 years

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[9:47 pm] - Jung Hoseok | Danger

“And you were scared to wear a dress before.”

Your face heats up. “I was just scared there wouldn’t be enough of a barrier between us!”

She raises her eyebrow at me.

“I think I found a long enough dress that won’t ride up,” you squeak out. Both of you know it’s a weak excuse.

“Dresses always find a way.”

“Fine, maybe I just don’t care!” you finally admit exasperatedly. “If it happens, it happens!”

Your best friend bites her lip to hold back a knowing smile. “You know you want it.”

You throw your shirt over the camera and she cackles in response. “I just want a reaction out of him!”

“Yeah, he dropped the ball yesterday, you looked hot as hell.”

You stare at yourself in the mirror, the sundress you settled on wearing hits just on your knees. The dress you wore last night that you’d sent to your boyfriend was mid-thigh, and you’d worn knee high socks to look a little more innocent despite posing seductively in a chair. It took almost an hour to find the right outfit and pose to send while your boyfriend was out drinking with his friends, just to tease him.

“You better not be rethinking wearing that dress,” said the digital voice coming from the phone. “You look cute and he’ll definitely think the same, don’t worry.”

You bite your lip and frown. “If he doesn’t say anything today, I’m gonna have to take the reaction from him myself.”

“That’s my girl!”

.~.

“What’s your favorite ice cream flavor?” Hoseok glances at you before gluing his eyes at the road again.

You lean on your entwined hands. “Depends on the day and what’s available. Cookies and cream, cookie dough, rocky road, plain chocolate or vanilla. All the choices if a fatass.”

“Nooo,” he pulls your hand closer to his and presses a kiss on the back of your hand, staring at you softly. “You’re perfect.”

Your heart skips a beat for the nth time today and you fight back a smile. “Eyes back on the road, don’t make us crash.” You can’t get used to his cheesy compliments.

He pulls in front of his house and leads you to his room in the basement. He takes a seat on his bed and watches as you stand at the foot to put your bag down.

“I love ice cream, but sometimes it just doesn’t love me back." You start taking your earrings out. "But I’m 100% willing to hurt myself for the things I love.”

You notice the intensity of his stare on you, easily getting you flustered. You hastily walk over to his mirror to check yourself. “I think I’m just gonna wipe my lipstick off, I practically ate…” Your voice trails off as your boyfriend approaches and slithers his arms around the sensitive part of your waist. “...Ate it all off anyway.”

He places a kiss on your shoulder before breathing out, “I want your lipstick on my face.”

“What?”

“Nothing,” he flashes a toothy grin.

Your head is spinning at both his duality and his suggestion, so much you barely register his spinning you around and stealing your lips. You pull away just to see if you really left any color on him, wiping the vermillion border. “Wow, either I really have nothing left on my face or this is some good lipstick.”

He looks at himself in the mirror as you rush to your bag for your makeup wipe. “See? I still have some color on it.” You throw the now pink wipe away and put some chapstick on to keep your lips from getting chapped.

“Alright, come here already.” Your boyfriend impatiently pulls you back to sit with him and leans in to kiss you again.

“Babe, at least give the chapstick a few minutes to work!” you protest, pulling your head back.

A wicked grin spreads across Hobi's face as his arms slither around you again slowly. “That’s okay,” he breathes, fanning your cheek, “There are plenty of other places I can kiss.” His teasingly places his lips from your cheek down to your jaw, below your ear to your neck, hitting the sensitive spot that he knows is your weakness. Right when you sigh and grab his hair to continue, he trails his lips down to your chest, peppering more teasing kisses above the collar of your top.

His motions light a fire within you, making you pull his head back up to yours just for you to attack his lips, chapstick long forgotten by both of you. You feel him smirk and hum, his hands massaging your waist to sit you on his lap. “Damn, you drive me crazy,” he murmurs, capturing your bottom lip gently between his teeth.

“Really?” you purr in response, pulling away from him before he can capture your lips again. “Is that what you thought last night?”

Your boyfriend cocks an eyebrow before another knowing smirk spreads across his face. “Ohh, so you sent that photo to me on purpose then.”

“Of course I did,” you roll your eyes, “You didn’t even say anything.”

“Aww, was my baby expecting to catch me off guard?” His hands glide down to your ass to pull you closer. “I don’t think you’re prepared for what I wanted to do to you.” The low gravel of his voice resounds in your ear, sending a shiver through you like a warning signal.

Suddenly, you’re tossed onto your back, Hoseok hovering over you, his eyes dangerously dark as he eyes you up and down. You feel warm, the thrill of being exposed and in danger thrumming through you. “Did you really think you didn’t have any effect on me? You think this luscious body of yours,” his fingers lightly trace down your chest and stomach before grabbing your thigh and hitching your leg around him, “Doesn’t get me riled up?” The hand planted to your legs slides up to grab your ass. “Your knees tucked under you and your dress riding up your thighs?” He places a wet kiss in the center of your chest, following the valley between your mounds. “Your gorgeous boobs on full display?” His lips trail back up to nibble your earlobe as he sighs. “I want to absolutely devour you.”

Heat floods with your racing heart. You know you’re in danger. Exactly how you wanted to be.

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doyoungiesbunnies · 2 years

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[4:08 pm] - Min Yoongi | Our Song

The window air conditioner barely does anything against the summer heat. You lean back against the headboard, nestling your head in a cooler spot of the pillow as you lay your laptop in front of you. It’s not the best weather to study in by far; constantly needing to adjust your position from heat is the worst distraction.

Near the foot of the bed is another distraction, although a welcome one. Your boyfriend had long since given up on studying in the summer heat. He’d traded his paperback book for his guitar, the light strumming and picking creating a sweet backdrop to your not-so-lazy summer day. He’d recently decided to try playing the instrument and he’s been learning to play anything between pop hits and classic soft rock. Your heart swells with pride whenever he tries new things. His perseverance and self-motivation are one of the many things you adore about him.

Your eyes trail off your laptop more distant to his figure. He’s been stumbling through the same phrase for about 10 minutes, the adoring pout of his lips growing with each passing moment accompanied by scrunching eyebrows. He tiptoes around it carefully, like a child sounding out a new word and repeating it until it comes more naturally before backtracking to incorporate it into the rest of the song. He lets out a frustrated huff and starts from the beginning.

Pushing your notes off to the side, you crawl over behind him, resting on your knees to envelop your arms around his torso. Behind your closed eyes, you see the faint melody of the song mapped out as he plays, stumbling every once in a while. A warmth still blooms in your chest as he perseveres. At your touch, his back muscles relax under you, helping him play a little smoother. Your nose buries itself in his neck, ear pressed against his hair.

Somewhere along the line, the song smoothly transitions into a song you know very well. You smile against his skin, lightly tapping a finger against him to keep time. It’s the first song he completed, specifically because he wanted to serenade you as his first accomplishment. You hum against his skin, coaxing him along. The memory of him performing the song for you replays behind your closed eyes as you recall how nervous he was despite his gummy smile.

As he finishes with a flourish, you peck his cheek. “You’ve gotten much better at that one.”

“Because I’ve played it so many times for you.” Yoongi cranes his neck to return the favor.

You trace circles on his abdomen. “Are you gonna learn a new one for my birthday?”

He fakes an exasperated expression. “Not another one.”

You giggle and pepper kisses along his neck and shoulder before moving to his side, cupping his face. “I’m proud of you. You’re my talented boy.”

His eyes brighten just the tiniest bit, a shy smile spreading across his face. He leans forward to kiss your nose. “And you’re the best audience.”

This is what happens when I'm tired at work, I end up daydreaming instead of working.

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doyoungiesbunnies · 2 years

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Need For Sleep

[10:14 pm] - Qian Kun

“Where’s the nearest bridge so I can throw myself off of it?”

Your boyfriend bolts upright at your question. You’ve been silent up until now and this being the first thing out of your mouth is definitely alarming. “What?”

You don’t realize you’d said it out loud. When you started studying for the night, you were already exhausted from another long day of classes and stressed about your upcoming exam, not to mention it’s only the middle of the week. Forcing yourself to miraculously take in more information after already stuffing it throughout the day without any real down time is just part of your daily soul-sucking routine.

At this point, your mind has caved into a place at the intersection of pent up fatigue, anxiety, and sleepiness just shy of delirium. In other words, this was probably your way of preventing a mental breakdown while also being tired at the end of a long day.

Your heavy, burning eyes slowly turn to your boyfriend. “Can you just casually… put a bullet through my head and end my suffering?”

“No no, we’re not doing any of that.” Kun leaps out of your bed and walks over to shut your laptop closed. He pulls your chair back before hoisting you up. “Come on, you’re going to bed. You need to quit for the night before you overload yourself.”

“I told myself to at least finish that powerpoint before I call it quits.” You make half-assed grabby motions at your haphazard desk. “I was so close to finishing, honest.”

He pauses halfway. “How many slides did you have left?”

“50?”

“Nope, you’re going to bed.”

You don’t bother groaning, submitting to Kun’s judgment. As soon as he lays you down, your body seems to relax for the first time all day, aching and sighing in relief at finally getting a chance to rest.

Kun snuggles up next to you and pulls the blanket up over both your bodies. He gives you his typical disappointed expression. “How are you gonna retain any information when you’re this tired?”

You settle into the pillow, your eyes already half closing as you mumble, “I broke the topics up into each day before the test. I can’t fall behind.”

“But that’s not quality studying, honey.” His calloused finger rub gently across your cheek. “Get some good rest, you had an especially long day today. Tomorrow when you’re better rested you can catch up.”

Today, that was enough convincing, his warmth and the soft mattress already calling you halfway to sleep. You don’t even have the energy to stress about making up my study time tomorrow.

You lean into him, eyes slipping closed. “Kay. Night babe…”

Your final sendoff into sleep is his angel kiss on your forehead.

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This was sitting in the drafts for a while, have some crumbs while I'm bored at work I guess.

-Admin Chibi

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doyoungiesbunnies · 2 years

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Burn | knj.

pairing: kim namjoon x reader

genre: angst, hurt/comfort

summary: While you're going through some personal problems, your boyfriend offers you some advice to help you.

word count: 2,045

warnings: broken relationships, burning things, DON'T TRY THIS AT HOME WITHOUT PROPER SAFETY

a/n: First fanfic post!! Well, not really, more like first one shot I guess? Bc I've done timestamps (But I don't really count those tbh oh well)... Anyway! Sorry the first one had to be angst, but this is also something for me to help process things, maybe you can relate? Enjoy! (Also there's a MHA version of this on my MHA fanfic blog, go read it!)

"Babe, what are you doing?"

I hear his shuffling footsteps behind me as I'm rolling a small lump of dough in my hands. Not that I’m surprised that he’s awake, more surprised he came out of his studio before morning broke. But I don't look at him, instead choosing to concentrate on getting just the right amount of dough into my hands. "I'm baking cookies," I answer simply.

He trudges toward the kitchen, rubbing his eyes from under his hood. "It's 4 AM. What are you doing awake?"

I hesitate placing the balled dough on my kitchen scale for a beat before returning to my rhythm. There are so many ways to answer that question, many of them would worry him. Hell, they worry me. So many answers that would require an unraveling of complex emotions that I'd rather not think about, nor would I prefer to visit right now because I don't feel like crying in the middle of the kitchen at this time of night. But at the same time, the fact that I am making cookies at a nocturnal time is cause for worry.

It means it's getting bad. Again.

I sigh, plopping the neatly rolled up ball onto the baking sheet next to me. "Because I've lost control of my life." That's not a bad way to start, I guess.

Namjoon stands next to me and examines my workstation. His soft gaze darts between the bowl of cookie dough, the parchment paper lined kitchen scale, and the baking sheet. Even as I continue portioning the dough carefully, I feel him studying me carefully. The next thing I hear is running water as he washes his hands before he wordlessly takes his place next to me.

We work in silence. Knowing him, the questions are turning in his head, but I'm pleased that he doesn't ask questions (yet). Still, I appreciate his company; it’s the little comforts he provides.

Once the cookies are in the oven baking, we set the timer and I slide them in the oven. As the door closes and I straighten, I feel his arms circle me from behind. His warmth under the sleeves of his hoodie envelopes me with his scent. “Are you okay?” he finally questions gently, leaning his chin on my shoulder.

I've been wondering how to tell him for a while. I knew he would ask eventually. He’s very patient, but concern tends to get in his way. My situation with someone else has nothing to do with him, but he's the closest person to me. He deserves to know at least what's going on, I just don't know how much I should tell him. There was a chance he'd think differently of me, knowing I have some ugly thoughts.

He hugs me tighter. "I’ve noticed, for the past few weeks, you've been more quiet, less talkative, you're spacing out more, you haven’t been going out on Sundays like you usually do.”

I look down at the floor and grip his arms for support. "I've... had a lot on my mind lately." It's not a complete lie.

He nuzzles his head into mine. "I’m worried about you."

The care in his voice tugs sharply at me, releasing a wave of melancholy chaos so brutal I start trembling. A fresh wave of sobs threatens to come out as I cover my mouth.

"Oh sh- Babe, I’m-"

"No, it's fine," I manage out shakily, my voice already higher and cracking.

Namjoon leads me to the living room couch to sit me down, handing me the box of tissues. I take one to rub my eyes and swallow the lump in my throat. "I needed to tell you sometime and I've been neglecting you, I'm sorry."

He scoots closer to me. “No, I wanted you to take your time. I’m here to listen.”

I tell him everything. Every detail of my slow burn argument that lasted almost a whole week, starting from inciting events weeks ago to the climactic end last week. All my regrets, my mistakes, my anger, my insults, my self-doubt, my regrets, all the unspoken words I've kept to myself. Everything rushed out of me to the point where I was sobbing and shaking, my boyfriend cradling me in his arms. I thought I would've been able to handle it, pushing it down for me to deal with and process later, but later never came because I was trying to delay facing them. My fear of showing him the innermost darkest and broken parts of me that I thought would push him away. I realize I'm more of a mess than I thought I was; I let it build up by myself until I became a sobbing mess.

Namjoon stays silent, running his warm hands up and down my back and listening to everything I had to say, even if they weren't exactly coherent from the sobs.

"I'm proud of you, you know. You've been trying to dig yourself out of a dark place for weeks, and I'm so proud you're trying. But there's nothing wrong with asking for help, it doesn't make you weak. I know, it’s hard dealing with dark thoughts, especially since you’re the nicest person I’ve met. We all have our dark side, but it comes from a place of hurt and it's a genuine feeling. It doesn't make you a bad person just because you have them. It makes you human. I had to learn that too." He pulls back to look at me and wipe the tear trails off my face. He offers a gentle smile. "I still love you. I'm here for you, I won't leave just because you want to insult someone who hurt you. I don’t think of you any differently. You’re still my angel."

I slam into his body, clutching him like a lifeline. How does he always know just what to say?

His large hand rhythmically thumps against my back. “I'm sorry you're feeling this way. I'll do anything I can to help you, if you'll let me. I know how hard it was to tell me."

I let his comforting warmth wash over me as my sobs calm down, leaning against him and tracing the veins on the back of his hands. “I didn't want to think about my feelings for so long. I wanted to ignore them as much as I could because I thought they were bad. I thought ignoring them meant being able to move on. I ran away from them until I was baking cookies at 4 am just to distract myself. I just... want to face them and be done with them."

A few heartbeats pass before he says, "Well, why don’t you burn them?"

I stop. "What?"

"Burn them. Write them down and then burn the paper." When I give him a confused expression, he explains, “You're the kind of person who needs to get things off your chest to relieve your feelings and be done with them. I know there are things you don't want to or have to tell me that you want to say to spare someone's feelings. The only way you can be honest with yourself is to write down how you feel, exactly how you’re thinking it. And then, once it's out of your system, you burn it. No one else has to know how you really feel."

The idea sounds perfect. A chance to face my feelings and let them out without anyone knowing. And maybe some of my anger will be quelled by some form of destruction, I guess.

"Wait, have you done this before? Won’t it be dangerous?”

Guilt spreads across his features. “Well, I mean, my therapist recommended it once.”

“...Can I borrow your therapist?”

A week later, Namjoon and I stood outside in a park on a concrete clearing in the dark night. There was no wind to bother the fire or make a sound. I huddle close to him, looking at the inked looseleaf in my hand.

The night I wrote these words, I was angry and vulnerable. Hesitant to start at first, I couldn’t stop myself after the first sentence. My thoughts barely echoed in my mind as they were reproduced on paper. The experience was in a limbo between autopilot robotic reproduction and furious out-of-body possession. The only thing I vaguely remember is how rhythmic the words flowed out of me and the red-tinted vision of me screaming them out into an abyss without consequence. I couldn't even recall anything I'd written, despite the same insults dangling behind my tongue for days. I felt lighter, freed, but afraid of what I might've said. I tucked the paper away without reading it for days.

It wasn't until a few hours earlier that I decided to revisit them. The person's voice was furious, almost like they were never allowed to speak before, but now they had free reign. This person was a prisoner standing on their field to be executed and desperate to have their last words heard before they croaked. Honestly, I would've been repulsed, only pitying them for their terrible decisions and upbringing that led them here. But these were mine. I'm the villain who had to take accountability.

I wish I could say I didn't mean them, but I wrote them, my intent is obvious. At least I can say I'm not proud of them. I said what I needed to say, now no one needs to see them. I'm going to let that side of me go.

Namjoon takes the paper from my hand. "Okay, first time we’re willingly destroying something.”

I raise an eyebrow. "Why does this sound like something the guys would do?"

He opens his mouth to object, but then closes it. "It does sound like something Jungkook would do if we left him alone for too long.” He reaches into his pocket. “Taehyung let me borrow his lighter." Giving me a final glance of support, he asks, "You ready?"

I nod, bracing myself.

The moment the lighter turns on, the bottom of the paper erupts into a single brilliant flame, sending my heart into a frenzy at my instant danger reflex. My body tenses being this close to fire, but I relax as I focus on the bigger, beautiful picture. A weak halo surrounding us and illuminating the pavement, the spotless paper being consumed quickly, the flames ascending up and leaving charr in its place, the gradient of a blue base bleeding into blinding yellow and white outlined by an orange border. I watch as my messily scrawled words disappear like a dark curtain sweeping across it, rendering it useless as only the smell of smoke and ash take its place.

I embrace his free arm. Words wouldn't be enough to describe how grateful I am for him standing by me this entire time, supporting me, being available for me to open up to him, being my safe space, witnessing this with me.

The timeless moment bitterly ends as only a little piece of paper remains and Namjoon releases it into a waiting bucket of water, the last of the paper chars to black, the flame fizzling out into blue until only dark grey smoke remains in the darkness. I follow the trail up into the night sky as if hoping to catch a glimpse of my words flying away.

"You okay?" Namjoon whispers, not wanting to disturb the stillness.

I let my body relax. My chest feels strangely lighter but filled with a newfound relief. Is this what spiritual cleansing feels like? The darkness around me is almost dreamlike. "Yeah," I breathe, allowing myself a moment to come back down. "I feel much better." I embrace Namjoon in a tight hug. "Thank you for this."

My boyfriend plants a kiss on top of my forehead. "It's the least I can do to help."

As we finally drag ourselves inside, I imagine the paper that's just burned in front of me, the inked words on it already forgotten. I'm satisfied with letting them go, knowing they can't hurt anyone else and I wasn't attached to them enough to be sad.

Whatever I wrote will be a secret that even I don't know, a secret I set free.

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doyoungiesbunnies · 3 years

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Plant Parent

[1:13 pm] - Lucas

“Why’s a self-care activity giving me so much stress? Is it even worth it?” You pout, staring aimlessly into the aisles of green before you.

“I think it’ll be worth the hassle, trust me.” Lucas grips my shoulders with his giant hands. “You just need to find the right one.”

You sigh in discontent, patience already wearing thin from decision fatigue. Your friend had suggested you get a plant to help with your emotional condition. Ever since college started, your already teetering mental state hasn’t been improving. The suggestion was that adopting a plant that resembles you and naming it after you would provide some much needed projection of taking care of the plant, hopefully making you realize you deserve just as much as a simple plant. Something Lucas always has a difficult time nailing into your head as well.

“What if I end up killing it? Won’t I just feel 50 times worse?” You grumble, crossing your arms over your chest.

When there’s no response, you turn only to notice your boyfriend has slipped away unknowingly. “Gee, thanks, babe-”

“I found the perfect one!” Lucas’s goofy smile and sparkling eyes are akin to a delighted puppy; if he had a tail it would certainly be wagging as he runs up to you. The sight of it melts the little bit of annoyance you felt. As he approaches, the plastic carton containing the foliage comes into focus.

“It’s just like you! It has that little bit of color on the edge of its leaves like your hair, plus it’s short and cute just like you.” His arm wraps around your shoulder when you take it from him.

In the moment, an instant connection snaps into place, a thread forming between you and your new plant baby. Lucas is right; the plant is barely 3 inches above its soil, a few bigger leaves poking from the main stem. The true green leaves are bordered with pinkish-red trim, some of the veins also exhibiting the same color. The tag sticking out labels it as Aglaonema Siam Aurora.

“I saw it and immediately thought of you,” Lucas continues to gush, rocking your body side-to-side. “Do you like it?”

Clutching the little baby with both hands, you turn your face to place a kiss on your boyfriend’s beaming face. “It’s perfect. You did great.”

How endearing it is that your boyfriend could easily comb through a sea of seemingly-similar looking plants and still pick you out.

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This may be self-indulgent but most fanfiction is so I'm not ashamed =)

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doyoungiesbunnies · 3 years

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Fall Leaves

[3:43 PM] - College!AU Jungkook

I need a walk.

The sudden urge to leave my study group for a stroll in the brisk, autumn air has my legs carrying me down the campus walkway. Their anxiety over every knit-picking detail overwhelms and frustrates me enough to need escape. Tomorrow is an exam in a class I’m not doing particularly well in, and my classmates can say the same. I’ve repressed my stress enough so it’s not conscious anymore, but the semi-conscious manifestations are still there. My mind has been conditioned to want one person and one person only in this situation. Ever since before the first exam when he offered a mind-clearing walk to me in the wake of a silent meltdown, it’s become a sort of ritual I’d like to keep.

“Hey, are you busy right now?”

It’s a simple message that my fingers typed and sent without much thought. I’m already within range of the library where he’s most likely studying. Even though it won’t hurt to ask, the answer might hurt.

I’m at the door to the building when Jungkook’s reply comes: “In the lib with the guys, what’s up?”

Unfortunately, he’s also too popular to be bothered with my problems at this time. Although expected, my heart doesn’t fail to sink the slightest. I stop in my tracks, deflated at the answer.

“Ah, nvm then.”

My feet remain planted in front of the doorway, debating my next step. My stress definitely has me craving chocolate as well, and since there’s a vending machine inside, I might as well create a purpose for walking all the way here. I enter and navigate the lobby for my indulgent treat.

“No, what’s up?”

“It’s nothing lol, don’t worry”

It would be rude of me to interrupt his studying with his friends for him to comfort and listen to my irrational insecurities. Even if he said to text him whenever and that I’m not bothering him, he’s probably just being polite, he doesn’t actually mean it. Besides, he’s just as stressed as I am, I shouldn’t add babysitting me to his list of issues, nor should I deprive him of critical study time.

I sigh and take my chocolate bar from the machine, fiddling with the crunching wrapper. I’ll just find a seat outside just to be alone with my thoughts for a while.

“Y/n?”

My head snaps up at my name and his voice. In his neutral expression holds a hint of concern in his raised eyebrow. He saunters over to me. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah, I’m fine, just wanted to know where you were studying.” I muster my best fake smile.

He doesn’t look too convinced, eyes surveying me. I focus my attention down on the stubborn plastic that refuses to open. “Here, give me.” He takes it out of my hands, cracks it open without issue, and returns it before stuffing his hands in his jogger pockets. “Let’s take a walk, we haven’t talked in a while, have we?” His playful grin lights up his features.

I blink and I can’t help but smile back. “Sure.” I did come down for a break after all.

It’s comforting just being with him. He never pressures me to talk about what’s bothering me and he has this infectious positive energy constantly radiating outwards. One week at the beginning of the semester on our first walk together, I asked him how he’s always so positive all the time, and he simply replied, “You just gotta go with the flow. Do whatever you can with the amount of time you have, don’t try to push yourself too hard and have fun. That’s what my hyungs say.”

As an anxious person at the brink of a panic attack, that wasn’t what I wanted to hear, but after chewing on his words a little, I realized it might benefit me to be more relaxed rather than wound up all the time.

Jungkook and I step outside into the brisk wind. I zip up my windbreaker and bury my hands in the pockets. “How’s the studying coming along?” I ask.

I notice he’s biting his fingers again, but pulls away when he wants to answer. “You know, same as everyone else. I’m nervous about it, but I’m trying as hard as I can, putting enough effort in.” He turns to look at me. “What about you?”

I take in how the longer strands of his hair frame his features, the rest of the dark locks tied up in his endearing bouncy ponytail. I offer a grim, tight lipped excuse of a smile. “I might be a little overwhelmed I guess. I just couldn’t sit and study anymore when I’ve been doing it all day.” I sound light hearted about it, but it’s how I really felt. “My study mates are pouring over every single word in the powerpoint and it’s not doing me any favors.”

“Yeah, I could tell you needed a break,” he chuckles. “It takes a lot for you to ask me for a walk. You seem to have it all together most of the time.”

I snort at that. “Yeah, when in reality I’m having a meltdown, but what else can you do? No one has time to spare on a breakdown when there’s like 400 slides of material to cover, so you gotta schedule that in for afterwards.”

“But after the exam, you won’t need the breakdown?”

“That’s the point I guess?”

His dorky throaty laughter bursts out of his lips. “Not the healthiest thing, but okay.”

“Oh, and drinking a nitro cold brew at almost 4 pm is?” I prod back at him.

“We don’t talk about that.” He lightly bumps my shoulder with his before plopping his hand on my shoulder, stopping me in our tracks. “You’re a strong person, and you’re smart. How else would you have gotten this far?”

I want to ignore the stir his words give me. “I dunno, dumb luck and all-nighters I guess?”

He shakes his head, his stare boring into mine, forcing me to internalize his words. “There are so many other people who can put in the same amount of work as you and they still can’t get to where you are. Be proud of yourself and how much you’ve accomplished. Obviously, whatever you’re doing so far works. You’ll get through this.” He cracks another goofy smile. “Besides, if we all do bad, he’ll have to curve the exam, right?”

I can’t help but laugh at his last statement. “You’re right, maybe we should all just automatically fail so he can give back half the exam.” We continue walking in silence, observing the change in the leaves on the trees. “Such a shame that we’re stuck studying and we can’t properly appreciate what’s around us.”

“Yeah, I wish I brought my camera with me, maybe I’d enjoy it more. Mental cameras still work though!” He holds his hands up and pretends to click his images on his imaginary camera.

Gosh, he’s such a dork, I think fondly. “You have no business sounding that wise, it’s not fair.”

“It’s all Namjoon, not me, I don’t take any credit for that,” he smiles with his bunny teeth.

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doyoungiesbunnies · 4 years

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Stress Break(fast)

[10:03 am] - Jealous!Taeyong ft. Doyoung

I can’t help the amount of serotonin coursing through my veins. There’s something satisfying about finishing and passing an exam you thought you were definitely going to fail. All the nervous energy you built up, absolutely overwhelmed by unease wildly preparing for the exam, convinced that you could study until you were blue in the face but still keeping the irrational fear that you’re just going to fail for no real reason. Even taking the test, the nervous energy evolves into tense anxiety. Hovering your finger over the button to submit the exam, everything peaks when you force your finger to click, your heart stops as the automated score loads, the moments lasts for more than a second. Finally, seeing the score pop up green releases all that built up tension, leaving you thinking that maybe all that stress might’ve been worth it.

I practically bounce out of the classroom with my belongings. I passed with a higher score than I’d imagined and that was enough to have me fist-pumping all the way outside the building.

“Someone’s awfully energetic,” one of my classmates chuckles as I enter the field outside the building. The rest of the students who’d finished earlier were gathered in groups. “I guess you did pretty well?” His eyebrow cocks up to match a good-natured smirk.

“Yup!” All the late night studying for the past week has paid off. “I can’t wait to take a well-deserved mini-break later today.”

“Yeah, me too.” Doyoung’s smirk widens into a toothy beam. He’s pretty friendly, and his smile reminds me of a bunny. I don’t talk to many of the students in our class, but there’s something openly friendly about him and he’s chill. He glances down at his phone. “We don’t have class for another hour, you wanna grab some coffee? We’re gonna be here the rest of the day, might as well recharge.”

My empty stomach flips. I didn’t eat much this morning because I was too nervous for the exam and I’d gotten up early to review. Coffee and a breakfast sandwich would hit the spot right about now.

“Great-!” His eyes flicker behind me briefly.

Before I can ask what’s wrong, a familiar arm and scent wrap around me, accompanied by a kiss to my temple. “Hi babe, how was your test?”

I rest my head against his chest. “Great! What’re you doing here?”

Taeyong's hand remains on my waist, pulling me into his leather jacket and flashing his ever-precious smile. “I figured you’d finish your test early, so we could get breakfast before your next class.” He grips me tighter, almost tickling my sides as he buries his nose in my neck. “And I know you didn’t eat much this morning, so I’m gonna spoil you.”

“Baby,” I whine in embarrassment, noticing Doyoung’s obvious discomfort with our PDA. “We’re in public.”

And just like that, Taeyong's goofy demeanor does a 180 when he straightens up, completely serious and intimidating as he gives the other man a subtle once-over. “Sorry about that.” With that face, I know he isn’t.

I squeeze the hand still possessively holding my body. “This is Doyoung, he’s one of my classmates."

The confused boy offers an awkward smile, probably regretting that he saw our little exchange. “Nice to meet you.”

My boyfriend's lips relax just enough to fake a tight smile and nod. "(Y/n)'s told me about you, thanks for keeping them company, they’re not the best at making friends in new situations." He squeezes me tighter and chuckles. I can tell, he's trying so hard to keep his jealous side back. "But we're headed out now, we'll be back before class starts again." WIth that, he quickly leads me away from Doyoung.

“See you later, (Y/n)!” the boy calls back to me.

I have to laugh at Taeyong’s reactionary groan under his breath. He hurries us along faster, sticking his hand in my jacket pocket, probably a possessive move. “You’re cute when you’re jealous, Yongie.”

"You didn't tell me Doyoung's handsome," he pouts, and I can't resist him. The way his eyes still sparkle even when he's upset weakens me.

I’d tease him about it, but his puppy dog eyes beg me not to. I grip his hand in my pocket and rub his knuckles. “I couldn’t tell, there’s an even more handsome boy occupying my thoughts all day.”

His galaxy eyes shine at the stroke to his ego, cheeks dusting rosy pink. “You’re just saying that.”

Just to fluster him more, I kiss his nose. “Thanks for taking me out to brunch, sweet boy.”

His heartwarming grin sends a flash of soft electricity through me. “It’s my pleasure, dear. Let’s go fill your belly, you’ve worked hard.”

~~~

Basically I took an exam I thought I was gonna fail and next thing I knew I wanted a hypothetical boyfriend to feed my stressed belly

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doyoungiesbunnies · 4 years

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Johnny Suh NSFW A-Z Headcannons

BIG JOHN(NY)✨😫

A - Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

Johnny’s gonna be tired, so he’ll lay himself down, probably will lay next to you for a bit and kiss you and tell you “You did so good baby~” and after a bit (Like 45 seconds) he’ll go get you a washcloth or start up a shower/bath, and clean you guys up. Then he’s gonna bring you guys back to bed and just talk, about any and everything. It’s nice. The last thing he says before he heads to sleep is probably gonna be a very soft, ‘I love you.’

B - Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

On himself Johnny likes his muscles not only for the functionality of being able to hold you up, but also how attractive they make him (at least from what he’s heard)

On you John LOVES your face because of how your reactions to everything he does from how you roll your eyes back he pounds your tight sloppy wet hole to how your eyes squeeze shut and your mouth quivers when he slurps up your juices

C - Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person)

He absolutely adores creampies, but something about looking into your eyes with your dirtied face and chest being covered in his cum makes him go wild

His cum is thick, viscous if you will. If you swallow it, it’s a whole smoothie-- Big John flavoured- Limited Edition.

D - Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He really wants to fuck you against the wall, but he’s scared of someone walking in and seeing you- even though he’s had multiple fantasies about doing it.

He’s really into the idea of you wearing thigh-highs because he thinks they’re sexy and cute (he also is inlove with your thighs)? He just doesn’t admit to it because it seems like a cliché. like wall-fucking isn’t

He also wants to indulge in car sex while in the car with the other members; there’s something about the allure of doing something so pseudo-intimate in the presence of others.

E - Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

Johnny’s had a few small flings and one-night stands, but not an intimate consistent relationship. So, in turn he has a pretty good grasp on what he’s doing, but there’s always room for a deeper understanding

F - Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)

Missionary is his favorite position, but cowgirl is a close second; really any position where Johnny has access to your lips, nipples, and neck at once is perfect for him

G - Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

No. Never. If so, it’s probably morning sex, which is once in a blue moon sweetie.

H - Hair (How well-groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

He’s fairly trimmed, sometimes he lets it grow out; doesn’t mind if you want a clean shave though

I - Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

He’s completely serious and in the moment; he appreciates you so he shows it in one of the best ways he knows how- which includes fucking you until you can’t walk, or think of anything but his cock. It’s sweet when you think about it- according to Chibi it’s not sweet but I think it is

J - Jack Off (Masturbation headcannon)

In the beginning of your relationship when you weren’t around, especially when Johnny was on tour, he’d usually let his mind wander as he fisted himself to memories of how your insides felt on his dick, or your wet tongue all over him of course not complete without the moans too

After a while though he decided to initiate phone sex with you, and now that’s where he gets his fuel. I mean nothing like some good ole’ sordid phone-calls & videos of your s/o stuffing themselves with a custom dildo you bought right?

K - Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Voyeurism: He absolutely loves, and I mean LOVES watching you play with yourself. He could stroke himself for hours just from hearing you get off. So when he’s on tour, each nearly each FaceTime call becomes a cumfest, even if you don’t expect it.

Praise Kink: It’s simple, Mr. Man here loves you, as you are the light of his life; So every little thingy you do right, or things you didn’t even KNOW you could do right gets a little bit of acknowledgement.

Dirty Talk: He also is a freak. JOHNNY IS A FREAK. So what’s a freak without a little bit of dirty talk on both sides? NOT A FREAK.

Dom/Sub Kink: Mr. Suh is a switch what can I say? So he’s content with both roles. Johnny is most definitely a person who gets his cake and eats it too for sure though. Just don’t get too comfortable in one position though, one minute it’s “Bend over babe, I’m gonna wreck you y’hear?” to “I neeeeeed you sweetie PLEASEEEE get on my cock~~”

Okay but he has a daddy kink and we all know this but I don’t wanna get too descriptive bc I wanna let y’all think on that one

L - Location (Favourite places to do the do)

His favorite place to have sex is mainly, the bedroom. It’s a controlled environment and there’s a lower chance of people walking in on you two Also because Johnny has LED lights since mark & hyuck thought that was a good gift- and he actually likes them?? ; But Johnny also really enjoys bath sex, because it’s such a soft and sweet time for you two where a lot of pent up emotions can come lose in a way that they usually don’t.

M - Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

It’s all in romance, Johnny has experienced lust time and time again, for him what gets him going is Love and Care. So things like a kiss, a homemade meal, a gift, or just anything that signifies how much you love him is everything to him.

N - NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Degradation, at least in like larger more hurtful amounts. He doesn’t like how it seems completely rude and he doesn’t want you to feel as if he hates you rather than loves you. Maybe you could ease him off on the teeniest chance, but no. He’s okay with it from you though- to an extent.

O - Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

Johnny goes in between both really. Receiving is a BLESSING, especially if you get his cum on yourself-?? He’s g o n e. But your moans and groans when he goes down on you is a vvv tough competitor.

I’m sure if you have context clues, we all know Johnny is a fucking GOD at oral; he’ll definitely have you cumming in minutes, if not seconds.

P - Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

A majority of the time Johnny tends to ram into you despite how much he’s kissing your neck and praising you for ‘being so good for/to him’. On those soft nights though when he just can’t ever imagine a life without you -and makes that fact known- he’ll go a bit slower, and thrust into you just a bit deeper and coo about every little thing he loves about you, your smile, your refusal to ever leave even when he’s at his lowest, the way you kiss him like he’s the only thing you’ve ever known. Just soft Johnny tingzz~

Q - Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

He would be okay with participating in them, it just might be hard to hide with how much you’re gonna have to struggle with staying still/quiet when he’s giving you head, or filling you with his little very much so not little friend.

R - Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

Yes, for the most part Johnny’ll do anything with you, but if he’s too iffy about it, it might not fly. Really just beg him and sweet talk him into it and he’ll have no choice but to do it.

S - Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

Big John can go 6 rounds, but on a tiring day more like 2 but even those last 40 minutes to an hour at the LEAST

T - Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

He only got you a custom dildo made in an exact replica of him for when he’s away, other than that he probably has a vibrator to use on you during those more intense nights

U - Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Johnny likes to overstimulate you WAY more than edging you, and he does it every once in a while, to see those pretty little tears leaking out of your eyes and hear your sweet whines

V - Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

Johnny lets out soft grunts and the most A N G E L I C moans ever, but you’ll have to coax them out of him since he stays quiet to hear you instead.

W - Wild Card (Get a random headcannon of your choice)

Jaehyun’s asked Johnny if he’d ever be open to him joining you guys, but John said he’d hold on it. Maybe if you ever ask him about it though then he’ll be comfortable telling you about Jae’s proposition.

X - X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

BIG. We talkin 6.4 while soft to 8.7 while hard; He has quite a bit of girth to him too~ Either way he takin you to heaven with that cock right there

Y - Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

High, but manageable. After awhile he’ll have no choice but to pounce on you though

Z - ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

It depends. Normal day? He’ll clean you guys up and talk for a bit, casual stuff, a few bits of lil smooches and teasing, and then probably scoop you into his arms and fall asleep (30 to an hour and a half). Long day? Johnny will clean y’all up and probably pass out after making sure you feel completely comfortable and clean (12-18 minutes).

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doyoungiesbunnies · 4 years

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Change of Seasons

[8:17 AM] - Lucas

When did it get this cold? Why did it get this cold?

I burrow myself farther into my fleece blanket, pulling it over my ears and sniffing at the sudden blockage in my nose. That’s what I get for sleeping with the windows open.

What I hate about the change of seasons: it always comes with a new head cold, adjusting to the weather, sudden rude drops in morning temperature.

An eye cracks open to the golden rays streaming in. Despite wanting to shut the pane closed, the desire to remain in warmth is stronger.

The phone vibrates on my bedside dresser. Reaching out to grab it, I instantly regret plunging my arm into the brisk air, retreating back into my body. The screen lights up to the new messages.

“Good morning sweetie 😘

I’m outside, let me in?”

The flutter in my chest spreads warmth to the rest of my body. I huddle my arms close to my chest as my thumbs tap a response.

“Too cold to get out of bed”

“But I came to see you 😞”

And just like that, the pouting image of my boyfriend is enough for me to roll out of bed, blanket draped over my body, and pad to the front door in my slippers. As soon as the wind blows in, I shiver and clutch the blanket to shield my body.

Lucas’s hearty laugh bellows from his chest, shutting the door behind him. “Aw, my baby’s cold,” he coos, my favorite dorky smile exposing teeth. His large arms wrap around my torso to place a kiss on my forehead while pulling the fleece over my head as a hood.

I lean into his warmth. Somehow, he’s the perfect temperature despite him just coming from outside. He draws me closer when he notices how comfortable I am against him, his fresh laundry scent invading my nostrils.

“Come on, let’s go cuddle in bed.” He kicks off his shoes without letting go. “I’ll warm you up.”

Lucas leads me back into bed, shutting the window before climbing in next to me. He wraps me up well, pressing me into his chest.

I nuzzle him, appreciating the large hand patting my back rhythmically. The silence makes me peek up at him, only to be met with his heart-melting expression staring back down at me. Chocolate brown orbs almost twinkle from the seemingly infinite affection they hold, the corners of his lips turned up and relaxed.

The hand on my back reaches up to stroke my temple gingerly. “I’m so lucky to be your personal heater first thing in the morning.”

What I love about the change of seasons: It always comes with warm morning cuddles from this giant, goofy lover boy.

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