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apriorisea · 3 years

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Grocery shopping with BTS pls? 💕

--I love this idea so much, thank you for the request!! I hope you like my take on it~~ 💕💜

Seokjin:

When it’s time to grocery shop, you always clear a few hours on your schedule

Because when you shop with Seokjin, it’s an event

He has to test at least 4 shopping carts to find The Best One

You’re never exactly sure what his criteria is for The Best One, but trust his judgment completely

Once the cart has been chosen, he very calmly leans against it and waits until you tuck your arm through his before beginning the journey

No shopping list needed

He loves to take his time in the store

The two of you wander up and down every aisle, grabbing whatever you need or want

You never skip an aisle--NEVER

Pet aisle? Check. Toys aisle? Of course. Household cleaning? Definitely. Automobile accessories? Duh.

The two of you don’t even talk that much

You just enjoy shuffling around the entire grocery store together, grabbing things off the shelves as needed

When you’ve made your way through every aisle, he stops and turns to look at you. “What do you think, Princess?” he asks with a small smile. “Did we get everything we need?” You glance at the cart and grin. “I sure hope so!” “Should we go home then?” You lean up to kiss his cheek. “Yes. Let’s go home and make that pasta!” He tucks your arm back through his and guides you both towards the checkout lines.

After you load the groceries into the car together, he always wraps his arms around your waist and kisses you before you go home

Yoongi:

“Here, sweetheart,” he says, handing you his phone. “Did I miss anything?” Smiling faintly, you take the device from him and scan the list. “Nope. It looks good to me. Are you ready to go?” “...You didn’t look at it for very long.” “Yoongi, I---” but you cut yourself off at the sight of his disgruntled expression: he’s too cute to be annoying, you decide. Shaking your head slightly, you look at the shopping list again. “I promise, baby, it looks good. You never miss anything!” He seems more satisfied as he takes his phone back. “I made a new category this time,” he adds as you both go to put your shoes on. “Different types of vegetables.” You smile, unable to hold back how much you love this absolute nerd of yours. “I saw, baby. It’s genius.” You lean up to kiss his cheek. “Just like you!”

Since he loves to cook so much, Yoongi takes shopping pretty seriously

He always has a plan for what meals he wants to make/eat for that week, and uses that to create the most detailed shopping list you’d ever seen

It’s got everything: organized sections, subsections, items sorted by category, etc etc

Because he’s so organized, shopping trips never take very long

The two of you move from one aisle to the next with perfect efficiency, following his list easily

While you shop, you talk: about his day, about your day, about politics and the weather and gossip and plans for the week

The only time you don’t talk is when he has to choose something, like a piece of produce or cut of meat

He takes his time, wanting to get the absolute best

While he studies the stalks of broccoli, you slip behind him and wrap your arms around him, absently kissing in-between his shoulder blades while he deliberates

When he finally makes his decision, he always turns to show it to you

Though he’s the expert, he waits until you approve before putting the item in the cart

He also definitely has his own way of organizing the things in the cart, so that when you reach the checkout, everything is ready to go

He won’t admit it out loud, but as the two of you drive home, you can tell how secretly pleased he is with the venture

Hoseok:

He always starts the shopping trip with perfectly clear intentions

As you drive to the store, he happily chatters away about the things you guys need to get and what brands are best

But every single time, without fail, the plan falls apart as soon as the actual shopping begins

It’s not always the same item or aisle, but there’s always something that catches his interest and derails the entire plan

“So we should probably get the veggies first,” he’s saying cheerfully, walking alongside you as you push the cart. “And then---” You can’t help but grin as you hear him fall silent abruptly. “Hobi? What is it?” “Angel...” he tugs the cart in a different direction, leading you towards the meat section. “I know we were going to do salad and pasta tonight, but...” His eyes are wide and he’s practically salivating as he looks over the prime cuts of beef. Swallowing your laugh, you bump your hip against his. “Do you wanna do meat instead?” He turns to you with puppy-dog eyes. “Can we?” The laugh breaks through, but you reach up to kiss him at the end of it. “We can do whatever you want, my hope.”

The rest of the shopping trip is centered around the side dishes that will accentuate the newly chosen main dish

Sometimes he ends up buying the things needed for the original plan anyway

He doesn’t like to push the cart, mostly because he gets distracted easily

Sometimes you feel like a mom taking your kid shopping, because he’ll wander away from you to investigate something for a bit

But he always comes back and holds on to the side of the cart again, letting you tow him along to the next stopping point

You’re not entirely sure why, but he really likes to pay in cash for groceries

On the way out to the car, he steals the cart from you and hops up on the back to go for a little ride

All the way home he’s chattering about how excited he is about the new plan

Namjoon:

He is one of the most brilliant men on the entire planet, you’re certain

But grocery shopping is one of his kryptonites

The entire shopping trip is literally just kind of a mess

Without a set plan, Namjoon’s quick mind races ahead of his logic

So you start in the grain aisle

But suddenly he decides you have to go to the frozen section all the way across the store for some ice cream

After the ice cream, he remembers you need vegetables, so you go back to the opposite end of the store

You guys hop from aisle to aisle at a whim

This usually means you have to double back sometimes

It also means you frequently go down the same aisle more than once, because he forgot another item the first time

“Okay,” you grin, putting the loaf of bread into the cart. “Bread - check!” “Perfect,” he grins back. “Now...oh! We definitely need eggs.” Trapping you in between the cart and his broad chest, the two of you make your way to the refrigerated aisle for eggs. After the eggs are secured, you look up at him. “What now?” “Hmm...” he thinks for a moment. “Oh, Jin-hyung asked us to grab some bagels, too.” He whips the cart around, angling it back towards the aisle you had just left. You can’t suppress your laugh. Looking down at you as he turns back down the bread aisle, he can’t help but grin at your giggles. “I know, I know,” he grumbles playfully. “I forgot earlier!” You squirm out of his arms to grab the bagels, placing them in the cart and looking back up at him. “What now?” Arching one eyebrow, you tease, “Cheese?” “No,” he says, shooting you a dirty look. “Next we need...” His confidence melts away. “....mimph,” he finishes with a mumble. “A what?” You press, returning to him and wrapping your arms around his waist. “I couldn’t hear you.” Exhaling heavily, he lets go of the cart and wraps his arms around you, kissing your forehead before saying explosively. “Milk! Okay, we need milk.” “Milk? You mean...the milk that’s back by---” “---by the eggs, yes.” “...You’re lucky I love you.”

No matter how messy the actual shopping trip is, the two of you always end up with exactly what you need

And you always have the best time getting it done

Jimin:

Like any other activity the two of you do together, Jimin can’t keep his hands off of you, even while you shop for groceries

Throughout the trip, he is constantly peppering you with little kisses

On the cheek, the forehead, your shoulder, your arm, the back of your neck, the top of your head, etc etc

Anytime you stop for an item, he pulls you into his arms somehow

He loves when it takes a while to decide which can of corn to grab, because that means he can wrap his arms around you from behind and rest his chin on your shoulder for a long time

Even though he’s clingy, he’s the perfect little gopher for you and will do whatever you want

“Jiminie?” you say, without looking up from the list on your phone. “Can you go grab me a good bag of apples?” He plants a final kiss on the crook of your neck and straightens. “Absolutely, my babygirl. Any certain kind you want?” He squeezes your waist. “Just get a good one. No bruises.” “Yes ma’am,” he agrees, leaning in to brush a kiss to your cheek before disappearing. While he’s gone, you maneuver the cart to the next thing on your list with one hand, keeping most of your attention on your list. Just a few more things--- “Babygirl!” You feel gentle but strong hands wrap around you, pulling your hand away from the cart. One arm still wrapped around you, Jimin puts the bag of apples in the cart and then pulls you against him. “I push the cart, remember??” You scoff a laugh, looking at him playfully. “I didn’t push it that far!” He pouts. “That doesn’t matter. It’s my job.” “Okay, okay.” You reach up to put your hand on the side of his face gently. “I’m sorry, babe. Can you grab me that bag of marshmallows?” He eyes you. “Are you going to stay right here?” “Yes.” “And not touch the cart?” You laugh exasperatedly. “Yes!” “Okay, then.”

He always insists on pushing the cart

AND getting all of the heavy things

Though he never says it outright, you can always tell he’s just a little disappointed when the shopping trip is over

Any time he gets to spend with just you, uninterrupted, is his favorite time

Taehyung:

Two words: secret shopper.

The two of you start out with a list and a plan

And he’s the best at helping you fulfill that plan

He’ll grab things off the shelves without being asked or reminded

Most of the time he remembers to grab things you’d completely forgotten about

But every single time, without fail, when you get to the register and are unloading the items onto the belt, there are numerous things you don’t recognize

“Tae!” You hold up the box of Poptarts for him to see. “What is this??” He studies it for a moment. “It’s a box of Poptarts, honey,” he answers innocently. You sigh. “I know what they are, Taehyung, but what are they doing in our cart??” He shrugs, coming to you and taking the box out of your hand, squeezing your wrist before placing the treat on the conveyer belt. “They looked good.” “I didn’t even see you put them in there...” you mumble, watching the box zip towards the cashier. Turning back to the cart, you reach in---and find yourself holding a fluffy chicken-shaped dog toy. Turning to him, you simply hold it up wordlessly. “For Tannie,” he says, his boxy smile crawling across his face. “Look---it squeaks!” You can’t help but smile back. “I’m sure he’ll love it.” You put the toy on the belt. “I’m just concerned that I never even noticed it was in there...” When you turn back, he’s holding a box of your favorite candies---another item that definitely wasn’t on the list. “Here, honey-love,” he says, innocently, pushing the box into your hands. “I also grabbed these!”

Though you always end up with far more than you meant to get, he always makes sure to “secret-shop” you a couple of things you love too

When they’re in season, he always secret-shops you a bouquet of beautiful flowers

When using the self-checkout option, he always puts all of his secret-shop items into one bag

So on the way home he can randomly pull out little treats or surprises you might have missed

When you get home, he always leans across the center console in the car and kisses you seriously. “I love our shopping trips.”

Jungkook:

Grocery shopping with Jungkook is pretty simple, really

He always likes to wear one of his giant, oversized hoodies

He drops you off at the front of the store then goes to find a parking spot so you don’t have to walk in the cold

You guys always push the cart together

He frequently sings along with the occasionally-corny music

The two of you work really well together, taking turns grabbing the things you need from each aisle

He always grabs the heavy things

But sometimes likes to make you struggle for the things on high shelves for a bit before stepping in to help you

He’s actually really good at making decisions

So anytime you’re stuck between two different kinds of pasta or two brands of milk, he’s always willing to step in and help you choose

The only real quirk he has about grocery shopping (and it’s tiny, really) is his undying and all-encompassing LOVE for the snack aisle

“All right,” you say, looking at the almost-full shopping cart. “I think that’s everything.” “Okay, cool,” he says, pretending like it hardly matters.”Soo....” “Soo...” you copy him. “Are you ready to go home?” His face falls. “Baby.” You laugh, reaching up to kiss his cheek. “I’m kidding, babyboy. Let’s go to the snack aisle!” His bright, bunny-smile fills his whole face as he grabs the cart with one hand and your hand with the other and directs you guys towards his favorite place in the whole store. As he peruses the aisle very seriously, you watch him with a fond smile. “What would you do if I weren’t kidding, though?” “Hmm?” he asks, too engrossed in his search. “What if...” you say, moving closer to him, “One day I genuinely forget about the snack aisle?” He scoffs, reaching out blindly to snake an arm around your waist. “You would never do that, darling.” “Oh?” you grin. “And how do you know that?” “Because that would be breaking The Rule,” he says confidently, finally selecting a snack and tossing it carefully into the cart. “And you’d never do that.” “The Rule?” you repeat. “That sounds so fancy.” Giving you his full attention, he says very seriously: “Whenever we go to the store, we both have to leave with at least one tasty snack.” A tiny smile peeks through. “It’s The Rule.” “Ohhhhh...” you grin. “That rule. So did you choose your snack?” “One of them,” he winks, releasing you to study more items. “Choose yours, darling!”

After you have both selected your snack for the evening, he cheerfully steers the cart to the checkout stand

He always makes sure that the cashier leaves out the snacks so you can both enjoy them on the drive home

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apriorisea · 3 years

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Ok I’m seriously convinced you’re secretly one of the members...(Joonie is that u???) loool but for real, you write their personalities so well. So not a request, but a question?? Their “concepts” aside (like, “golden maknae etc”)... key personality traits & flaws for each of the boys? Like “passionate, sensitive, a perfectionist, or overly self-critical, etc” Which member(s) is hardest to write?Hope this made sense, I’m just super interested in your take on this :)

--First off, you’re so nice!!! Thank you so much:) And also, thank you for this question! I love things like this---even though it’s obviously all just my personal speculation 😅I listed my thoughts down below, but I would love to hear any thoughts (whether in agreement or disagreement!) anyone else might have! As for which member is hardest to write, for me I typically struggle a little more with Taehyung and Hoseok. For Taehyung, I think it’s probably because our personalities are pretty opposite (again, HUGE grain of salt, since I don’t *actually* know any of them in real life, so I’m just going off the little info we have), so it takes me a little longer to write his stuff. For Hoseok, I think it’s because there is so much more to him than meets the eye and his personality is difficult for me to pin down sometimes.

Again, thanks so much for your sweet words and thought-provoking requestion (it’s a word now)! I hope you find my take interesting! 💕💜

Seokjin:

Conscientious - I think Kim Seokjin is very, VERY aware of his role in any given setting. He knows what’s expected of him and how to do it without bending any of his personal boundaries/rules.

Private - I firmly believe that we will never know the true personality of our Mr. Worldwide Handsome. I think he decided early on that to survive in this life, he was going to have to separate his stage persona from his personal life---and he guards this separation fiercely. This is also one of the qualities I admire the most about him: his unwavering commitment to keeping pieces of himself just for him. My personal opinion is that he is the member that gave up the most of a “normal” life and, while he did so knowing the consequences of this choice, he’s found ways to “rebel” and keep his own autonomy (think: responding to fans in a very “blunt” manner [Marry me? No.], cutting/coloring his hair against company wishes, refusing to give-in to fan-service he is uncomfortable with [thinking specifically of that one time the host tried to get him to kiss Taehyung and he just started yelling over them when they tried to insist], his penchant for avoiding overly ~revealing~ outfits, etc etc).

Professional - I mean, just a continuation of both of the points above. He always knows when the cameras are watching and how he should act accordingly. But---and this is important---I am in NO WAY saying he’s being fake or disingenuous. The Jin we see on stage, in MVs, RunBTS, and even Bon Voyage/In The Soop is the real Jin---it’s just not all of him. He chose the Idol Life as his career, as a profession, so he would never be caught violating the terms that he himself has set to fulfill his responsibilities. What little we know of his family leads me to believe that he was groomed from a young age how to navigate high society and the professional world; now it’s just a slightly different world and society he floats through.

Responsible - He takes the job of eldest brother very seriously. Though the baby in much of his younger life, as soon as he got 6 little brothers he stepped effortlessly into his new role. Making them food, driving them to school, helping them feel at home in a new place, providing silent but tangible support... My personal favorite is the way he willingly makes a fool of himself to relax the others, to help them calm down during stressful situations and break the ice.

Good memory - I want to be careful how I explain this, because I don’t want it to come out wrong. I think Kim Seokjin has a very good memory. If you were decent to him and his brothers during the hard times, he’ll remember that going forward. If you were cruel to or dismissive of him as a young exchange student abroad, he’ll never forget. However, I also think he’s cunning enough that you would never be able to tell which category you fall under unless he wants you to know.

Hard-worker - I mean, just the endless amounts of anecdotes we have about him practicing his vocals and choreography all night long should be enough evidence for this point, but I still sometimes feel like he doesn’t get enough credit. We all know the story of how he got placed in BTS, but I don’t think people appreciate how damn hard he has worked to grow into this life. He was a college student, set on a completely different life with completely different expectations, scooped off the street and told to learn to sing and dance and look. at. him. now. Listen to that vocal range, look at the Black Swan choreography or the way he seamlessly joined the dance break of ON---he has worked HARD and I don’t think we should forget about this. Just because something doesn’t come easy to you, if you’re not naturally gifted, it doesn’t mean you can’t work to achieve it.

Basically I just love Kim Seokjin with my whole heart.

Yoongi:

Empathetic - This word is the beginning and end of how I would describe his entire being. I think Min Yoongi is a very empathetic person. He sits back and observes, and he’s aware of everything. You know when you first get into BTS, there’s always the stories of him being the “scariest” member or the “toughest” or the quietest (especially in the earlier days of BTS, because can we just talk about how much happier he has been this last year-year.5?? How much more himself he is at all times? How much more comfortable??? We love to see it.) But I think his quiet watchfulness just gets frequently mistaken for scary or tough. In addition, his empathy allows him to connect with others in a special way, to acknowledge them and build them up (thinking of that one V-Live or whatever where Jungkook says something kind of under his breath---something about a past life?---and Yoongi not only hears him but turns to him and explicitly validates his feelings and thoughts, OR the times when he tells Jimin that he really likes his singing voice).

Protective - He doesn’t like unkindness in any way, shape, or form. He doesn’t tolerate cruelty or bullying. And let’s not forget: he sees everything. Every slight, every intentional dismissal, every dig or jab, every “diss track” lyrics. Every single injustice. Now, he can stand up for himself (when he deems it appropriate, because I also think he’s pretty good at picking battles), but his true force comes out when those he loves are belittled/threatened/disrespected. He is fiercely protective of those he loves.

Emotionally Intelligent - Obviously, I think he’s also just intelligent-intelligent, but I want to focus on this aspect for a moment, because I think this is a quality that gets overlooked in people in general. He is aware of the importance of emotions, both his own and other people’s. It’s in the way he recognized that he and Taehyung were polar opposites and made a concentrated effort to understand him better. It’s in the way he unabashedly announces that they hold hands when they’re arguing. It’s in the way that he insists that there is more to life than school, grades, others’ expectations. It’s also in the way he knows exactly how to make the others laugh, the way one of his sharp-witted comments or physical-comedy bits can break a tension or diffuse the moment. It’s all over every single one of his songs. It’s in the way he calmly handles challenges and has a unique relationship with each of his brothers according to their needs. He treats his relationships---with the members, the fans, staff, friends, family, whoever---with care and respect and maturity.

Compassionate (read also: Cinnamon Roll) - Yoongi understands darkness because he has experienced it himself, and he will do whatever he can to make sure no on else suffers in the same way. He takes care of the people in his life, usually by doing little things or quiet things (think: the reason they call him the “dad” of BTS). He’s not afraid to correct people when they’re wrong, but he always manages to do it kindly. He’s also a complete pushover for the ones he loves: think of how he each member of the maknae line has a different but special relationship with him, think of how Jungkook can basically crawl all over him and hit him and annoy him and bother him and he never bats an eye, think of the way he showed up with chicken because he didn’t want Hoseok to be alone, think of the way he goes fishing with Jin because he knows his big bro loves it so much, think of the way he never ever yells at anyone when he’s angry, think of the way he softens his tone when explaining things. Cinnamon. Roll.

Straight-forward - He’s blessed with the ability to be blunt but not cruel. I actually personally really hate the word “blunt” because, in my experience, it usually comes into play when someone is explaining that their rude, offensive, and ignorant comment *isn’t* rude, offensive, or ignorant---they’re “just a blunt person.” But I think Yoongi is someone who is actually able to be straight-forward (a much better term than the dreaded b-word) without slipping into carelessness. He says things how they are, but, using his emotional awareness and intelligence, he’s able to say it calmly and kindly. If you’ve messed up, he’s going to tell you you messed up---but he’s also going to help you figure out the next steps and volunteer to walk with you while you take them. He’s going to call out bad behavior---but always remind you that he loves you no matter what. He’s going to critique the song you wrote---but it’s going to be 90% positive comments and 10% suggestions of what could be better/smoother/more understandable. I also feel like he is someone who expects the same in return: he hates liars and has a low tolerance for bullshit.

Basically I just love Min Yoongi with my whole heart.

Hoseok:

Duality - Now, I don’t mean duality in the way you can compare his precious ray-of-sunshine moments to the times he absolutely blows everyone away on stage (though this is obviously a thing). I’m referring more to the way he can be both ray of sunshine and serious-business all at the same time. Like Jin, I think Hoseok chose an Idol persona (though I think his decision was prompted more by a desire to be uplifting and cheerful and our hope) and exists comfortably within those parameters. However, unlike Jin, I think Hoseok doesn’t mind if people see the other side sometimes, too. He’s not afraid to set down the bubbly-Hobi persona, even if cameras are rolling. He’s not afraid to be emotional, whether that’s over-the-top happiness, or genuine overwhelmed tears. He can wear a flower around his face and make cute noises and then the next second he can snap at the maknae to not fool around near a pool so he doesn’t get his clothes all wet. It’s not an act either way, he’s just both.

Good judgment - Obviously, we know that Jung Hoseok is a hard-worker. We know he’s dedicated his life to his craft, first with dancing and then with rapping. He can be an intimidating dance captain, someone who takes it seriously and pushes everyone to be the very best they can be. His work ethic is insane, and he never accepts less than his best---but, in comparison to others on this list, I think he is able to critique himself fairly and kindly. While he demands perfection, he doesn’t tear himself apart to find it. I think he has the ability to assess something or someone and come away with a fairly unbiased opinion.

Comfortable - This is hard to describe in just a word, but I think he has a way of making people feel at ease in his presence. Even as one of the biggest superstars on the planet right now, you get the sense that he never wants to make people feel uncomfortable or intimidated or uneasy. Something about his mannerisms, his bright smile, his personableness, make him seem approachable. I think it’s also why Namjoon’s been known to say that BTS couldn’t exist without Hoseok, why Yoongi values his friendship so much, why Jungkook is constantly snuggling him. My personal opinion is that he was instrumental in bridging the gap that sometimes might have occurred between Namjoon and Yoongi in the early days; his comfortable presence eased some of the tension that (I’m guessing) may have naturally arisen between two of the greatest young rappers in the game when they were first working together. Hoseok just wants everyone to feel comfortable and at ease around him.

Kind - I think Jung Hoseok is just a genuinely kind human being. I think he is trusting and loyal, but also just the sort of person who will make it his mission to make you smile on a bad day. Just the fact that he chose to make his stage persona someone who is full of hope and happiness speaks volumes. Knowing his own personal struggles, he extrapolates this knowledge to guess how others could feel, and throws himself into the role of positive, happy, sunshiney, hope. It’s his kindness that motivates this behavior.

High standards - This goes along with his good judgment, but I think Hoseok expects a certain level of competence from everyone around him, in whatever capacity they’re working. Again, this goes along with his desire to have the entire group work on a bit of choreo until it’s right. I think that, because he pushes himself to be the best and fulfill expectations, he looks for this same dedication in others (what comes to mind is that moment in some interview where Namjoon is struggling a little [cos English is the WORST, ugh] so Hoseok looks over at the interpreter like “what exactly are you doing, do your job, help him translate”).

Basically I just love Jung Hoseok with my whole heart.

Namjoon:

Unbelievably intelligent - I know this one isn’t exactly shocking, but I still feel like it needs to be mentioned first and appreciated more. Namjoon is crazy intelligent, academically speaking. He thrives on the pursuit of knowledge, on contemplating and discussing higher concepts, on learning new things that feed his curiosity and his soul. While I also think this crazy-high intellect can sometimes hinder his ability to connect emotionally with people, it’s also this exact quality that makes him so well suited for the role he has been thrust into---not just in the group, but in the world.

Nerdy - Bicycling, bonsai trees, reading, tiny creatures, art exhibits. He is unabashedly and desperately passionate about the things he likes. He isn’t afraid to love something just because he loves it. He goes all-in on things that he’s interested in, whether they’re “cool” or not. His curiosity pushes him forward, needling him to learn everything he can about things he’s passionate about. He sinks himself into these hobbies wholly (think: carrying a book or two with him everywhere so he can get some reading in, visiting as many art museums and exhibits as possible on days off, making cutesy noises at stingrays and scooping teeny-tiny crabs out of the sand to tell them how beautiful they are).

Macro-focused - He strikes me very much as the sort of person who loves to talk about concepts and ideas and philosophies in great terms. He loves clever wordplay, he likes to reflect on his place in the universe, he wants to discuss the complexities of life and human nature. His quick-mind devours these topics, and I can imagine he could sit for hours with you debating philosophy and discussing art. On the flip side, though, I think he isn’t so good with minutiae---and by “minutiae” I mean everything from being more aware of his physical surroundings to dealing with personal things. For example, I think he’s brilliant when he discusses happiness and hardship and joy and pain and love and humanity in the songs he writes...... but he’s not exactly the first person you would go to if you were having a tough or emotional personal time. Don’t get me wrong: obviously he cares about the people in his life, he cares about people in general---but sometimes all you need is a hug and pat on the back to encourage you and Namjoon would instead launch into the greater implications and consequences of human nature in an attempt to help you feel better.

Logical - I know this seems like a given, but while I think others on this list are more emotionally-intelligent, I think logic is one of Namjoon’s greatest strengths. For example: if another member is crying or upset, Jimin would notice they’re upset and immediately go and hug them and wipe their tears away; Namjoon would notice they’re upset and immediately look for the source of the problem. Once identified, he’d take the next steps to rectifying the problem, because logic dictates that if the problem gets solved, then the other member would be happier. If there was nothing to rectify, he’d attempt to comfort them with cold, hard facts. (I’m thinking about that time when Jungkook got upset because he felt like he messed up his performances, and Jimin immediately hugs him and comforts him and tells him he was great, while Namjoon assesses the situation and starts talking about how he himself actually, objectively messed up, so there’s no logical reason for Jungkook to be upset right now.) He dreams and enjoys literature and the arts---but when it comes to handling practical, inter-personal issues, he’s much more comfortable with logic.

Vibes - I really didn’t have a good word to describe this thought of mine, so let me just get right into explaining: I think Namjoon is, generally speaking, one of the smartest people---if not the smartest person---in the room. He’s aware of this fact without being arrogant about it, but it is the truth. Because of this, I think he’s frequently called on to explain things, to expound on them, to teach or interpret or decipher. I think he enjoys this role, because he loves talking about things he’s passionate about (see above: nerdy) but sometimes...sometimes I think he just desperately wants someone he can vibe with. Someone who can match his level intellectually. Someone whom he doesn’t have to teach. I think he is over-the-moon ecstatic when he meets someone he can vibe with in any way---whether that’s intelligence-related or passion/hobby-related. I don’t know, I just sometimes feel like he chooses to spend his personal time with people who can match him in some way, whom he can vibe with.

Basically I just love Kim Namjoon with my whole heart.

Jimin:

Caring - For me, Park Jimin starts and ends with this characteristic. He cares. A lot. About a lot of things. He cares about his brothers, he cares about his family, he cares about his friends, he cares about ARMY, he cares about music, he cares about his dancing, he cares about fashion, he cares about how he’s perceived, he cares about doing his very best, he cares about the future generations, he cares about those who are less fortunate than him, he just cares so much. Along with Yoongi, I think he is incredibly empathetic. How many times do we see him basically sprint across a room or a sandy beach or a campsite or a stage to get to an upset member? He reads people’s emotions and has a natural instinct to take care of them. Like anything, though, I think his biggest strength can also be a great weakness: sometimes he cares too much. How many times has he worked until his body is covered with pain patches, until his feet bled, until he almost passed out? All the weight he lost, because he cared about his appearance? How hard he worked at being “hardcore, manly” Jimin, because that’s what he thought people cared about most? All the times he cried after a tiny mistake, because he cared about being perfect, because he cared about others’ perception of him? Park Jimin cares so/too much and it’s one of the most defining things about his personality.

Social Intelligence/눈치 - One thing I love the most is how he has such a unique relationship with each one of his brothers. Now, obviously, every single combo in Bangtan is different and unique and special. But I love watching Jimin’s relationships with the others so much, because he’s so aware of what they need. Truthfully, I think Jimin is hyper aware of others in general. If you’re trying to sneaky-cry at a crowded party, Jimin is the type of person who would somehow appear at your side, ready to help you feel better. His empathy and sensitivity allow him to assess what each individual needs the most from him and act accordingly. He knows Taehyung should never be left alone when upset, knows that if Jungkook is actually crying then something is very wrong, knows that Leader RM sometimes needs to just be his one-year-older hyung Namjoon, knows exactly how far he can push Yoongi’s buttons, knows to laugh at Jin’s dad-jokes (especially when they’re for the benefit of the group), and knows that Hoseok needs to be reminded how much cohesiveness he provides the group in general.

Self-Critical - All right, I feel like this one might be a little controversial, so hear me out. Like I mentioned earlier, he cares a lot, and part of that translates into caring about himself---caring about his achievements, his performance, his appearance. It’s partly the classical dancer in him and partly just his personality. He wants to do and be his best always. But.... I do think that he has learned to be much kinder to himself over the years. Gone are the days of starving himself to get rid of his cheeks, the tearful breakdowns after a single missed step in a performance, the acting outside of his true personality because he thinks that’s what he’s supposed to be. I think we now very much see a Jimin who has come into his own, who has accepted himself for who he is (including his flaws), who has embraced every part of him. This doesn’t mean that I think he never has to fight the nagging voice in his head, or struggle with insecurities, or swallow down the urge to berate himself after a less-than-perfect performance---he still expects the best out of himself, still wants to be the best. I just think he’s found a way to critique himself without absolutely tearing himself apart.

Cunning - Yet another word that looks and sounds derogatory, but isn’t really in this context. Like a lot of other empathetic, sensitive, socially-intelligent people, knowing exactly what people need and are feeling also allows him to know weaknesses. Weaknesses he would never exploit---unless he wanted to. I actually don’t think we see much of him using others’ weaknesses against them, but in my opinion, this quality is linked to two of his other quirks: 1) his talent and complete lack of guilt for cheating at games and 2) his penchant for pettiness. I don’t really know how to explain my thought-process here---not well, anyway. But I feel like Jimin is so tuned into the important things (so concerned about the important things) that little things, like cheating at a game, don’t matter to him much. And, if he can use his usually sweet and helpful and hard-working, honest self to get away with it, even better. On the flip side, I don’t think he enjoys or endures confrontation as much or as well as, say, Yoongi might---so he expresses himself in a quieter, underhanded way. (The moment that’s coming to mind is that one time they were at an American event and he commented, in Korean, about how unorganized things seem to be.) Jimin is the sweetest, most sensitive, empathetic little cinnamon roll---until it’s time to win a game, or until he’s feeling a little prickly and petty.

Basically I just love Park Jimin with my whole heart.

Taehyung:

Individualistic - Kim Taehyung knows who he is. He knows what he likes, what he wants, what he thinks. He is going to wear whatever he wants, paint whatever he wants, say whatever he wants, and do whatever he wants. He’s a person who seems to have figured out a long time ago what makes him happy and how to be his true self around others no matter what---and this something I greatly envy. If he wants to learn the violin, he’s gonna buy a violin and play some scratchy Twinkle Twinkle Little Star on a hotel balcony---because that’s what he wants to do. If he wants to write a song, it’s going to be in his style, the way he likes it. If he wants a really cool, avant-garde piece of artsy clothing, he’s going to spray-paint it himself. If he has an opinion on something, it’s highly likely that he’s spent quite a bit of time forming this opinion---but once that’s his opinion, that’s his opinion. That’s what he thinks, there’s no need to listen to others or change. I think this quality, this ability to be himself so freely and earnestly, is both one of the reasons he’s able to make friends so easily and be beloved so quickly (see: “Bangtan’s True Baby” and “Wooga Squad darling”); and one of the reasons others (including the other members, by their own admission) can’t understand him well at first. I think it has brought many good things to his life, but has also played a significant part in some of the struggles that he has had. He’s precious, but also very easily misunderstood.

Not Very Outward-Sensing - Notice I very purposefully don’t go anywhere near the words “self-absorbed” or “self-centered”---because he’s not. On the contrary, I think Taehyung feels very deeply for the people in his life (see below: Emotional), but his ability to care for them is sometimes inhibited by his lack of outward-sensing. If Jimin is the king of 눈치/social awareness, then Taehyung is the absolute opposite (which is why it is unendingly intriguing to me that two of his closest relationships in BTS---he and Jimin, he and Yoongi---are comprised of one person who lacks this awareness [Tae] and one person who has all the awareness [Jimin, Yoongi]). He would never hurt someone’s feelings on purpose, but quite often he’s just not paying a whole lot of attention to what other people might be feeling or experiencing. He’s not concerned about walking on eggshells, because he feels that as long as his intentions are good, nobody can be too hurt or too uncomfortable with him or his behavior (A great example of this is the infamous Spring Day Dance Debate from “Burn the Stage.” In Taehyung’s mind, he saw something that should be changed and needed to be addressed, so he called it out. It never in a million years would occur to him that the way he phrased it or the way he kept harping on it could be a source of irritation or discomfort to Jin. To him, it was a very black-and-white, clear-cut situation: something was wrong, he had an idea of how it should be fixed, therefore nothing bad could/should come of him speaking his mind in the pursuit of this perfect solution he created). He seems like the sort of person who, after accidentally hurting your feelings, would sympathize with your hurt and want to make it better, but focus more on the fact that he didn’t mean to hurt your feelings, so it’s not really his fault.

Emotional - I think he is very in-touch with his emotions, which can be both a good thing and a bad thing. For example, if he’s upset, he wants everyone to know and acknowledge that he’s upset. He doesn’t like feeling ignored or passed over, and where others might let it slide, he’s not afraid to speak up about it (I’m thinking about the time there was a question directed specifically to Yoongi about being from Daegu and Taehyung immediately pointed out that he was also from Daegu, and kind of pouted a little until it was acknowledged). Also, although it’s never been said explicitly, I think he is one of the members who potentially struggles with depression. He can take things very personally and to heart. But this is likely because he has such a big heart. He loves unabashedly and he’s very vocal about who he loves---think of all the times he’s said and posted comments along the lines of “Please love all seven” and “Please love each of us equally.” He also can be very protective (thinking of that one Weverse post where he lowkey chewed somebody out for posting an unflattering photo of one of the others) and blunt when defending those he loves. I mean, he created a whole new word just to express how much he loves ARMY! When he’s sad, he cries. When he’s happy, he giggles. When he’s angry, he expresses it. When he’s disappointed, he doesn’t hide it. To me, he is a near-perfect example of someone who wears their heart on their sleeves.

Contradictory - One of his most endearing qualities. He is not very outward-focused---but he bought a pair of gloves because he remembered that Jimin offhandedly mentioned that he needed some. He doesn’t read other people easily---but he (so far) is also pretty darn good at completing accurate Vibe-Checks for those who come in contact with BTS. He doesn’t always see as much as the others might---but he also notices certain things they might miss. The beauty of his being is that he can be both things at the same time and not seem out of place.

Basically I just love Kim Taehyung with my whole heart.

Jungkook:

Confident Yet Perfectionistic - Now listen: when I say confident, I don’t mean that he never struggles with insecurities. I mean confident in the way that his whole life (at least his whole Idol life) he had 6 older brothers who encouraged him to try and do anything he wanted---and then supported him no matter the outcome. Being raised in an environment like that, where you’re encouraged to try things, where you have people who love you constantly praising your efforts and providing a safe space for you to fail, you gain a certain amount of confidence in your abilities, in yourself. I think this is actually a big part of the Golden Maknae moniker: yes, I think he is the type of person to whom things may come quite easily and who is naturally skilled in several areas---but it’s also a little easier to conquer new things when you have years of encouraged-successes under your belt. He has gained a confidence in himself over years of trying and working his tail off and eventually succeeding; he knows he can do anything if he works at it enough because he’s always been able to do everything he works at. Where the perfectionistic aspect kicks in especially is this: there are a lot of people who have a natural affinity for lots of things. There are lots of people who can pick up something new and be decent right away (I honestly think Taehyung is another person like this, someone who can pick new things up pretty easily)---the difference is that Jeon Jungkook is the type of person who takes that natural affinity and runs with it. He’s not satisfied with just being good at something; if it’s something he really wants to do, he throws his whole heart and soul and self into it. In my opinion, this sets him apart from people who could be considered “Jack of All Trades, Master of None.” He trusts his process and uses it to be the very best he can be in whatever he does.

Introverted - Obviously he’s not the only introverted member of Bangtan, but I do think that his specific life experiences require a little more discussion on this topic than the others. By his own admission, his childhood ended really early. He didn’t focus much on school because he was focused on his career; he never got to have the typical high school experiences most of the others had. At an incredibly young age he was thrust into a totally different life that required being in the spotlight---and while this definitely brought unique challenges, he loves his life as a musician and performer. I think out of all BTS, Jungkook especially lives for performing. He lights up on stage and is at his absolute happiest when performing (and performing well). And yet none of this changes the fact that he is absolutely an introvert, someone who needs to recharge with just a little alone time. Alone time. Not easy to achieve when you live in the same tiny dorm with 6 other boys. Not easy to achieve when you are constantly surrounded by brothers, staff, instructors, producers, cameras, and fans.

Maknae - I can’t explain this well, I know I can’t, but it just is such a huge part of him that I feel like I need to try. In so many ways, Jungkook is a typical baby of the family. It’s evident in the way that he unabashedly idolizes his Rap-Mon-hyung. In the way he constantly cuddles and sniffs and snuggles Hoseok. In the way he’s not afraid to pester Yoongi or tease Seokjin. He also seems like someone who is much more of a fixer than a listener; meaning, if you go to him with a problem, he’s going to be focused on how he can fix the situation, not on just listening and sympathizing/empathizing with you, a trait that I feel comes easily to babies of families (not that *all* youngest children have this, mind you) because they’re typically not the ones confided in, so if something is brought to them they want to help make it right (massive generalization, I know, don’t kill me). As discussed above, he’s also confident in himself because he’s been raised with older siblings who have always told him “yes, you can.” He’s just Baby in all the ways that stick with a person even as they grow older.

Trusting - Jungkook strikes me as the sort of person who trusts fairly easily---and, more importantly, unshakably. He has no problem admitting to millions of ARMY that he ripped his pants on stage or V-Living while drunk (I don’t care what he says, babyboy was at least a little buzzed) because he trusts us. He could easily follow Namjoon (or any of his brothers) to the ends of the earth. He takes every opportunity to speak earnestly and wholeheartedly about how much he genuinely loves ARMY, because he trusts that that love will be returned.

Basically I just love Jeon Jungkook with my whole heart.

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apriorisea · 3 years

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Hi!!! I’ve been binge reading your writings these days! I really wanted to say that i loved it! My favorite one so far is BUT I STILL WANT YOU. I live for the angst! And your writing really did radiate jimin and oc’s pain. I could help but ask, is there a part 3? Beacause i couldn’t click on the link posted. Anyway, i hope you update on that story soon. I really liked it. And you really wrote kt beautifully. Thank you for sharing your work! 💜💜💜💜

-Hi! Thank you so much for your sweet words! I'm so glad you are enjoying my stuff, and grateful that you took the time to leave such a nice comment!

I hopefully fixed the link to part 3, but if not, here it is again! I Still Want You Part 3

Let me know if there are still any problems! Thank you again and I hope you are having a wonderful day 💕💜

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apriorisea · 4 years

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Yoongi said he has a rough time sleeping on tour bc of jet lag... imagine where you keep him company/help him fall asleep? 💕

"Relax” Yoongi x You

Clutching your favorite travel pillow, you sleepily follow Jungkook down the steps of the chartered plane into the bright afternoon sunshine. Your internal clock groans: it should be the middle of the night still. Caught up in your exhaustion, you nearly miss the final step and stumble, mentally preparing yourself for the fall that was coming. Instead, you feel Yoongi’s hands on your hips, keeping you upright. He doesn’t release you until you’re steady on your feet once again. “Careful there, sweetheart,” he murmurs near your ear. Smiling, you lean back against him a little in relief. “Thanks,” you say, once the two of you reach solid ground for good. Turning to face him, your smile grows bigger as you see his post-plane-nap messy hairstyle. Pressing your pillow into his hands, you reach up and run your fingers through his hair, quickly settling it into less of a mess. When you’re finished, he leans forward and kisses you. “Am I decent now?” he asks with a quick grin. “You’ll do,” you tease back. Seokjin appears suddenly; he was smart enough to hide his messy hair under a baseball cap. “I forgot to leave him with my other stuff,” he says, extending his custom-made RJ plushy towards you. “Could you take him back to the hotel with you right now?” You gasp dramatically. “Am I...am I being entrusted with...with THE RJ himself???” He rolls his eyes. You grin, taking hold of the doll gently. “Of course. Me and RJ will have a grand time together, won’t we?” “Thanks,” he flashes you a genuine smile before turning to Yoongi. “We’re all taking one van to the venue, I guess. Are you ready?” “Yes,” your boyfriend agrees. “I’ll be there in just a second.” Seokjin nods and looks back at you. “Thanks again, Squid.” He grins playfully as he uses your nickname. “I expect to see him relaxing in my room when I get back.” “I don’t know, Jin-oppa,” you say seriously. “What if RJ decides he likes it better with me?” He gives you a look. “Don’t even joke.” You laugh, lifting one of the doll’s arms to wave at him as he turns to go. Still smiling, you turn back to your boyfriend. “How long do you think you guys will be today?” “Why?” he asks, one side of his mouth lifting in a crooked grin. “How much time do you need to pull off the great RJ-heist?” “Nah, that’s too easy,” you say, lifting the doll and wiggling it around playfully. “Mission accomplished already.” “Yah!” Seokjin’s voice carries all the way from where he stands next to the waiting van. “Don’t shake him like that!” “Oops, sorry.” Yoongi reaches out to brush a strand of your hair back behind your ear. “Hopefully it won’t be too long today.” You nod, leaning into his hand as he lets it rest softly on your cheek. “Agreed. Be---” “Noona!” Taehyung appears, carrying his thick brown peacoat in his arms. “Can you please, pretty please, extra please take this back to the hotel, too? I think it’ll be too hot.” You’re already reaching for the coat as Yoongi sighs. “Taehyung-ah, she’s not a delivery service.” You give him a placating smile. “I don’t mind. Anything else, Taehyungie?” “Nope!” He gives your arm a grateful squeeze. “See you later! Hyung,” he adds seriously, looking at your boyfriend, “We’re leaving in 5 minutes.” “I got it,” Yoongi says patiently. “I’ll be there.” After the younger man is gone, he studies you and sighs again. “You sure you’re okay?” Arms now full, you smile and lean forward, lips puckered; your smile grows to a grin as he gives you what you want. “Yes. Don’t worry, baby. Just have a good soundcheck. Are you guys also rehearsing?” He smooths another strand of your hair back. “We’ll probably do a rough run-through of some of the more difficult things, but nothing extreme.” You nod. “I---” Catching sight of something behind him, you grin. “What?” He narrows his eyes. “What---” Namjoon calls your name as he approaches. “I forgot to put this back in its case before we got off the plane,” he says, gesturing to his brand new tablet. “Can you---” “Take it back to the hotel for you?” You cut in with a laugh. He smiles sheepishly. “Yeah.” “You got it, Joonie. Anything else?” You pivot to look at the van where the others are waiting. “Last chance to check your stuff with the Me-Express, no-stop delivery service headed straight to the hotel!” “We love you,” Namjoon volunteers with a grin. You roll your eyes playfully. “You’re lucky I love you guys, too.” “Thank you,” he emphasizes, then: “Hyung---” “I know, I know,” Yoongi interrupts him. “I’m coming!” When you’re finally alone again, he snakes an arm around your waist, pulling you close. “How about you?” you say softly, smiling as you look up into his face. “Anything to send with me?” He smiles back briefly. “Just this,” he answers, then leans in and kisses you. When you finally break apart, you nod. “I think that’s my favorite item I’m delivering.” “You think?” he asks, absently looking around to make sure he has all his things with him. “What about RJ?” “Hmm...” you pretend to think. “A kiss from you has the tiniest edge over the world’s cutest alpaca.” “Thank goodness,” he deadpans. Finally deciding he’s got everything, he looks back at you. “I’ll see you soon?” You nod. “Be safe, baby.” “Love you,” he says quietly, then turns and heads towards the van. Watching them pile into the van, you wait until they’ve left before making your way to the remaining vehicles. “Whoa. Can I help you with that?” one of the managers asks, raising his eyebrows at the load of things in your arms. You laugh. “You can take the coat and the tablet if you want,” you answer. “But RJ’s off-limits.”

It’s dark by the time you hear commotion in the hotel hallway. Lying on your stomach, you reach for the remote and mute the TV to make sure it’s really them---the sound of controlled, comfortable chaos is unmistakable. Glancing at your watch, you’re both relieved that it’s not too late and worried that it’s that late for them to return, but both emotions are chased away when you hear Yoongi open the door to the room. You slowly sit up, waiting for him to appear. The automatic smile on his face when he sees you makes your heart squirm happily. “Hi sweetheart,” he says. His eyes dart around the room. “I won’t lie: I half-expected to see RJ in my spot there.” “She wouldn’t dare!” Seokjin says from the hallway. Yoongi sighs. “Goodnight, hyung!” he calls, then goes back and shuts the door more securely. Turning back to you, his smile grows even wider and he crosses to where you sit on the bed, taking your face gently in both hands and kissing you. When you finally break apart, he plants another soft kiss on the tip of your nose. “I missed you.” You grab the front of his shirt to keep him in place. “I missed you more. How was it?” Ruffling a hand through his hair, he nods in satisfaction. “Good. The venue is huge, sweetheart, and the sound system is amazing. I can’t wait until you hear the title track tomorrow, it sounds perfect.” You release him, watching as he wanders to the mini-fridge to grab a bottle of water, twisting it open as he talks. Too amped up, you think. You glance at your watch again: 2.5 hours. “---and then the transition from Jungkookie’s song to Jin-hyung, it’s perfect, it might actually be my favorite thing in the whole show.” He’s still going, pacing around the room a little. “That sounds amazing, baby,” you say calmly. “I can’t wait to see it. Did you eat yet?” “I---eat?” He pulls up short, considering it. “No. Not yet. It---” Four short knocks on the door cut him off. He goes to answer it, but you know who it is already. “Hyung,” Jimin wanders in, dressed in loose sweats, hair messy. “Hobi-hyung and I ordered the dinner, do you want to come over to my room? Or---oh!” He spots you, a delighted smile crossing his face. “Noonaaaaaa,” he sings out, rolling onto the bed next to you. “Nevermind, we’ll eat here instead.” Sprawled on his back next to you, he pats your leg as a greeting and then focuses on his phone. “Sure,” Yoongi agrees vaguely. He’s looking around the room, brow furrowed. “Sweetheart?” “Yes?” You try to hide your smile, already knowing what he was going to ask. You absently reach out to fix a strand of Jimin’s messy, dyed-pink hair. “This is starting to fade already,” you add in an undertone to the younger man. “Are you going to re-do it before the concert?” “Do you know where my equipment bag got put?” Yoongi’s still focused on his own task. “It’s over there, babe,” you gesture. “Are you going to unpack now?” He nods, already preoccupied with the task. “I don’t know,” Jimin finally answers your question, looking up from his phone. “We were talking about it today. Should I do more pink, or change it up?” You shrug. “What would you change it to?” “I haven’t done mint in a long time...” he muses. “Mint?” You lift another strand of hair. “I’m not sure it’s faded enough to do that yet, Jiminie.” He pouts. “That’s what stylist-noona thinks, too.” By the time Hoseok and the food arrives, Yoongi has most of his stuff unpacked. You sit curled up next to him while he and the others eat, and though they all gradually start to calm down, their full bellies leading them to drowsiness, you can still feel the restless energy coursing through him. You glance at your watch: 1.5 hours. “Uggh,” Hoseok groans. “So full.” “You ate well,” you grin, reaching out to playfully pat his head. “Ready to sleep now?” Nodding, he gets to his feet. “Yep. See you guys in the morning.” “Wait for me,” Jimin says, rolling off the bed like a puppy. “Noona, are you coming to rehearsal tomorrow morning?” “Yes. I’ve heard the venue is amazing,” you say, sharing a quick glance with Yoongi. Hoseok nods enthusiastically. “It’s going to be a good show.” “The best,” you agree lightly. “Goodnight, guys.” When they leave, closing the door carefully behind them, you lean over to brush a kiss to Yoongi’s cheek. “How was your dinner, my genius boy?” He turns his head to catch your lips with his. “Delicious,” he says when he pulls back. “The food wasn’t bad either.” You laugh, playfully rolling your eyes. “Are you ready for bed now?” He shakes his head a little. “No...I think I’m going to work for a little bit.” Even though it’s what you expected, you can’t help but sigh. “You need some rest, Yoongi.” “I know.” He cups the side of your face, stroking your cheek with his thumb fondly. “But I’m still too awake---the jet-lag and everything. I won’t be able to fall asleep yet.” “Okay.” “Are you tired, sweetheart?” he asks, searching your face. “I’ll turn down most of the lights and work quietly...” You shake your head. “It’s okay. I’ve got a couple things I need to do first.” He kisses you one more time, then gets up, moving to the corner area of the room where he had set up his equipment. With little preamble, he slips on his headphones and is lost in his own musical world. You turn the tv on to something quiet and lie back in bed, scrolling mindlessly on your phone and smiling every time you hear him accidentally humming or singing to himself. At 11:30, you quietly get up and rummage through one of your bags, finding what you need and taking it to the bathroom to get ready. By 11:55, everything is set. At midnight, you walk over to where he’s still working, your eyes roving over the music program on his computer curiously. “Yoongi?” you say softly. With his headphones on, he’s far too engrossed in what he’s doing to hear you. Smiling faintly, you reach out and carefully slip the headphones off. When he looks up in protest, you gently run your fingers through his hair, pushing it back from his face, and lean down to kiss him. Leaning back just a little, you murmur against his lips: “Time for bed, baby.” He nods a little, obviously tired though still avoiding it. Slipping your hand into his, you pull on it until he gets to his feet and lead him to the bathroom; he follows you obediently. You were prepared for this: the first day was always the worst, getting settled into a new timezone and a different routine, and he always came back from rehearsals a little amped up. As soon as the two of you stepped into the lavish bathroom, the scents washed over you, and you heard him take a deep breath. Dropping his hand, you go over to check the temperature of the bath water: you’d timed it perfectly. Satisfied, you turn back, moving past him to dim the lights. “It smells incredible, sweetheart,” he says, his voice a tired mumble. You move to stand in front of him. “It’s relaxing, isn’t it?” you say softly, reaching out to help him take off his shirt. “Come on, love: the water’s perfect right now.” The two of you spend nearly 20 minutes in the tub, talking softly about his day, your day, his worries, the things he’s excited about, plans for the next stop. He holds you tight, your back pressed up against his chest, and every so often he presses lazy kisses to your neck and shoulders. By the time you climb out, he’s a little pruney but also far more relaxed: his eyelids start to droop a little as he gets dressed in his favorite pajama set. When he’s finished, you take him by the hand again and guide him back to the bed; he doesn’t protest, sitting on the edge easily, but his gaze wanders to the hallway and he frowns slightly. “I don’t think I double-locked the door,” he says, making a move to get up. You put a hand on his shoulder, holding him in place. “It’s okay, I’ve got it. Just lie down.” He does as you say, a ferocious yawn breaking free despite his best efforts to keep it hidden. You lock the door and turn out all of the lights until all that’s left is the lamp on your side of the bed. You’re happy to see that he’s crawled under the covers already. Moving slowly so as not to disturb him, you climb onto the bed next to him and reach for your phone. “What time do you have to leave for rehearsal?” “9,” he says, his eyes opening a little more at the thought. “I didn’t set---” “Shh,” you run your hand through his hair again. “I’ve got it, baby. Don’t worry.” You set a few alarms on your phone, ensuring that he’ll get up early enough to break the jetlag cycle, but not so early that he’ll be a total wreck the next day. He looks up at you and a smile slowly crosses his face. “I love you.” He says your name softly a few times. “I’m so lucky you’re here with me.” Smiling back at him, you turn on a soothing-sounds podcast, make sure both of your phones are plugged in and charging, then reach over to turn out your lamp. As the darkness settles, you crawl under the covers, laughing a little as he pulls you into his arms immediately. He holds you close against him, brushing a few soft kisses across your forehead. “I love you, too,” you say quietly. “Just get some rest, okay?” He nods sleepily. “So a few of us were talking,” you begin, keeping your voice low and calm even as you feel sleepiness start to creep over you, “And tomorrow we’re going to get dinner from that amazing steak place again.” “Mm?” He rubs your arm absently. “Sounds good, sweetheart.” “Yeah.” “We also...” He’s fading fast. “..Can’t forget to grab that camera Taehyungie wants...” You nod, pressing a kiss to his collarbone. “Right.” By this point, he’s completely relaxed in your arms, jetlag forgotten. His breathing starts to slow and even out, so you squeeze him tight and murmur, “I love you.” The last thing he does before he falls asleep is kiss your forehead; then, he’s out, coaxed into a deep sleep by your carefully planned relaxation techniques. Day 1, you think as you start to drift off, Check.

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apriorisea · 4 years

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Hiii~ sorry to bother you, i dont know if you're still taking request but can you write something where the reader had to turn down a job she really wanted and member (joon, hoseok or yoongi) comforts her? Ps you're my fav blog please keep writing💕

Hi! You’re not bothering at all~ Thank you so much for the request, and the feedback! You’re so, so sweet! It really means a lot. Here’s my take on the scenario, I hope you enjoy!! 💜💕

“Whatever You Want” Namjoon x You

“Okay.” You release a deep breath and turn to face Namjoon. “How do I look?” He sits up a little, pretending to scrutinize your appearance before the grin breaks across his face. “Perfect,” he says. Then, suddenly frowning, he scoots to the edge of the bed and adds, “Except...come here, babe.” “What?” you ask nervously, reaching up to smooth your hair. “What is it?” You move towards him when he doesn’t answer. “Just...” He waits until you’re within his reach, then grabs you by the waist and pulls you into his lap. Smiling at your startled laughter, he says, “Just this...” before leaning in to kiss you softly. When he finally releases you, you give him a look. “Namjoon, I love you---but if you just messed up my hair, I’m going to have to kill you.” He laughs. “Fair enough. All right, up you get.” He stands up after you. “Let’s make sure you’re still perfect as ever.” You roll your eyes at his comment, but when he runs his gaze over you, purposefully slow, you can’t stop your heart from beating a little louder. “Well?” “As I said,” he grins, bending down to place a soft, gentle kiss on your cheek: “Absolutely perfect.” Ignoring the blush that creeps over your face, you give him a sincere smile. “Thanks. Ugh, I’m so nervous.” He reaches out and takes your hand, guiding you out of the bedroom and down the hall. “Don’t think about that,” he says. “Just soak it all in. You’ve worked hard for this, my love; you deserve all the good things. Did you eat lunch?” You shake your head. “Do you want me to make you something?” You shake your head again, feeling sick. “Okay, okay.” He squeezes your hand. “Just relax.” Releasing your hand, he grabs your long, black peacoat and helps you into it, careful not to disturb your perfectly planned outfit. “They’re going to love you.” “As much as you love me?” you ask playfully. He fakes outraged shock. “Never.” Grabbing the lapels of your coat, he pulls you to him slowly. “I just love you too much,” he murmurs, before brushing another kiss against your lips. This time when he releases you, you’re ready to go. “Okay.” You exhale again, turning towards the door. “Wish me luck.” “You don’t need it. You’ve got this, babe. It’s all yours, whatever you want.” You smile. “See you tonight.”

The first thing you notice when you enter the office is the impossibly immaculate marble flooring. The receptionist, a woman about your age, looks up and smiles brightly. “Good afternoon. May I help you?” “Y-yes.” You clear your throat and try again. “Yes, thank you.” Handing her the paperwork (and making sure to keep your hand from shaking) you add, “I have an appointment?” She studies the paperwork for just a moment, and you see her eyes widen at something. “Oh you---you’re here for the new position.” “Yes.” It still filled you with giddy excitement: this was literally your dream job, a perfect position to reward all the work you had put in, the menial internships and starter jobs that had led you to this point. You almost don’t notice it when her face falls a little. “Of course. One moment, please.” She opens her mouth like she wants to say something else before changing her mind. Grabbing the phone instead, she dials a few numbers then says into the receiver: “Yes, your afternoon appointment is here.” She listens, then hangs up. “If you wait just a moment, someone will take you back to the offices.” You nod eagerly. “Thank you so much.” She merely smiles, and an unsteady silence falls over you. “The floors in this building are just gorgeous,” you say after a minute, trying to dispel the awkwardness and distract yourself from your own nerves at the same time. “Oh, yes,” she agrees. “They’re the very best, top of the line. We only have the best here.” You smile, even though her response doesn’t really invite much conversation. “How long have you worked here?” “Six years.” “Six--?” You cut yourself off. “Oh. That’s...that’s great. You must really like it here.” To yourself, you think: 6 years as an entry-level receptionist?? She doesn’t really answer. The awkward silence falls again. Finally, a door behind you opens and another woman (this one several years older than you) steps into the waiting area. “Hello,” she says with a practiced smile. “I’ll take you back now to meet with the boss.” “Great.” You turn to the receptionist, but find her already engrossed in another matter. Uncomfortably, you take a quiet deep breath and cross to where the other woman stands. “Thank you so much.” She just nods pleasantly, ushering you through the door. The first thing you notice when you enter the work floor is that you are surrounded by men. Every single desk, every cubicle, is occupied by a man. The second thing you notice is that they all look the same; a sea of the same skin color, haircut, and expression. Somewhere deep down in your stomach, a tiny pit appears. To distract yourself, you catch the attention of your guide. “How long have you worked here?” you ask, trying to keep a pleasant smile on your face. “12 years.” “Oh, wow. That’s great.” She just nods. “I saw your resume,” she adds. “I graduated from the same university.” “Really??” Some of the pit recedes. “What was your major?” “Same as yours,” she says with a little tip of her head. The pit whimpers. “Oh, that’s...that’s really cool,” you say falteringly. She nods again. “I’m certain it’s changed since I was there,” she adds with a laugh. “It has been quite a while.” “I---” The words die on your tongue as you distinctly hear someone call out “Damn, that’s some nice fresh meat” from behind you. Turning sharply, you’re unable to tell which cubicle the comment came from. You look back at your guide and are shocked to see her completely unaffected. Maybe she didn’t hear it... “They are constantly renovating it,” you agree belatedly. Finally, the two of you reach the boss’ office. Without another word, the other woman reaches up and knocks three times on the door. “Enter!” a voice calls from inside. She pulls the door open and ushers you inside the office, where you find yet another man sitting at a desk. “Your 3:15, sir,” she says respectfully. For the second time that day, a pair of eyes wander up and down your frame, but this time you just feel sick. “Ah,” the boss says with a smile. “Lovely. Come on in, doll, have a seat.” You clear your throat and correct him with your name, trying to remain as polite and calm as you can. His smile never wavers, but he ignores your correction and turns away from you to regard the other woman. “So, is the coffee-maker located in a different city, or...?” She blushes deep crimson and nods her head awkwardly. “It’s coming, sir. Very sorry about that.” “Don’t be sorry, just bring the coffee,” he says a little dismissively. “And better add a few muffins, don’t you think, doll?” “Yes, sir. Of course.” He waves her away. “Go on.” The pit has swallowed your entire stomach and is now screaming. “So.....” The boss fixes his gaze on you, and you resist the urge to squirm uncomfortably. “I assume you’re familiar with our company?” “Yes.” You try to ignore the pit, but it’s getting more difficult by the second. “Of course. I was thrilled, actually, to be offered a position here. It fits exactly what I’m looking for, and I think I can be a great asset to the team.” He huffs a soft laugh. “Yes,” he agrees, “A great asset, indeed.” “I’m sorry??” Waving it away, he goes on, “Now doll---” “My name isn’t doll.” The faux-cheeriness falls away quickly. “Don’t get your panties in a twist,” he says derisively. “It’s just a term of endearment. Think of it like a compliment.” Your mouth actually falls open at this one. “A--a compliment?” “Yep. See, doll, we have a system here, an organic sort of environment where people go with the flow.” His eyes harden. “If you manage to remember your place within that environment, you’ll be just fine.” You straighten in your chair. “It is highly unprofessional for you to address me in that way,” you say stiffly. “I believe I’ve already made my opinion on that clear.” You brace yourself for his angry retort. Instead, he laughs in your face. Literally leans forward in his chair and guffaws at you. “Your opinion?? You think I’m hiring you for your opinion? Please.” Your cheeks are hot. “Then what, exactly, did you hire me for?” “Gotta fill a quota,” he shrugs, leaning back in his chair and leering at you again. “And that old hag out there clearly couldn’t cut it even as a waitress, so it’s time for her to go. One out, one in. By the way, do you know how to make espresso?” “No,” you answer tightly, feeling the rage build inside you. “Better learn, then, dollface,” he says with a wink. “Your looks are only 50% of why you’re here. Well, then.” He sits forward, shoving a stack of looseleaf papers in your direction. “Sign on the dotted line, look up a few coffee how-to videos tonight, and come ready to smile tomorrow morning, all right?” He literally pushes the contract into your hands. When you don’t respond, he finally seems to notice your seething anger. The pleasant facade fades. “Problem, dollface?” he asks intently, watching you. Before you can speak, he heaves a dramatic sigh and goes on, “Think carefully before you answer, sweet cheeks. You know how prestigious our company is. Don’t miss out on an opportunity just because of a little girlish pride.” He rolls a pen at you. “I’ll even let you use my expensive pen. Got this from the president himself. Go on, sign your name.” You’re so angry you’re shaking, but you reach out and take the pen; you notice that it’s extremely high quality, carefully engraved with fancy lettering. It must have cost a lot. “My name,” you ask, your voice so quiet he has to lean forward to hear, “Or dollface?” He guffaws again, but it’s cut short in surprise when you rocket to your feet. “You’re disgusting,” you say, rage clipping your words. A million other insults are racing through your mind, but in the end you choose no words: instead, you drop the stack of papers back on the desk and spin on your heel, heading for the door. Yanking it open, you turn back: “To hell with you and your company,” you say, then hold his pen aloft---and promptly drop it in the trash. Before he can speak, the other woman reappears, a mug of coffee and plate of muffins in hand. She takes one look at how your hands are shaking with fury, and instead of looking shocked or alarmed, she looks resigned. It only makes you angrier. So in one smooth motion, you take the mug of coffee from her and carefully, deliberately, pour it into the trash. “Hey! You crazy bitch---that’s my pen!!” His outcry soothes some of your rage, and for the first time, you’re able to smile. Turning to the woman, you nod your head at the plate of food and say, “I’d throw those muffins in there, too, if I were you.” Without another word, you leave the office, head held high all the way down to your car. As soon as you shut and lock the doors, you’re able to fully feel what the pit of fury has been covering: heartbreak.

As soon as you open the door to the apartment, you can smell it: pizza, from your favorite restaurant. No matter how good it smells, it can’t break through your layers of fury. “Hail the conquering hero!” Namjoon sings out as he pops into view; in one hand he has a bouquet of daisies (your favorite) and in the other he’s holding a box of your favorite brand of expensive chocolates. “Welcome home, babe!” You’re speechless. A quick scan of the room reveals the rest of his plans: the table is set with 2 boxes of your favorite pizza, the TV is on and your guys’ favorite video game is loaded, the controllers waiting on the empty couch. He had clearly planned a celebration of your “accomplishment.” You can’t help it: the angry tears clog your throat, burning your eyes and spilling down your cheeks. “Babe...” He looks shocked. Quickly ridding himself of the flowers and the chocolates, he goes to you. Taking your face in his hands, he says, “What happened??” “I’m not going to work there,” you say hotly, tears still streaming down your face. Fear is starting to mix with his concern. “What happened? Are you okay? Did---” “I’m okay,” you manage. Carefully moving out of his grasp, you step all the way into the apartment, shrugging out of your coat and dropping it on the floor. “But that company---they’re just---” Sensing how absolutely wild you feel, he changes tactics: grabbing your hand, he pulls you to the couch and sits down with you, turning towards you. “Tell me.” So you do. You tell him everything, from the uncomfortable atmosphere and whispered catcall to the words ‘dollface’ and ‘sweet cheeks.’ You tell him about the way the man had spoken to you, his open admission about your position, the suggestive way he had looked at you. “How can a company like that still exist??? And those women, they--” you choke on a sob. “The one woman was exactly like me. She graduated with the same degree from the same university, and he turned her into a coffee-girl. I can’t believe I ever wanted to work for them! I hope their building catches fire, I hope both of those ladies quit, I hope he gets hit by a bus, I---” Your anger can’t even find words anymore. “It was disgusting. I should have--should have thrown that coffee in his face or-or something.” You suddenly realize that your boyfriend hasn’t said a word the entire time. Angrily wiping at your eyes, you turn to look at him; and find him absolutely livid. “...Joon?” “I’m going to end him,” he growls. “I’m going to burn that entire place to the ground.” “Baby---” He gets to his feet suddenly. “I’ll make sure he loses everything, make sure the entire country knows the truth about that place.” He starts pacing, his mind racing in a thousand different directions. “The lawsuit will be easy---I’ll make sure both of those other women are compensated extremely well, I’ll make sure that he has to apologize to both of them---no, grovel at their feet and apologize!” You sit back on the couch, watching him rant and rave; it makes you feel better, actually, to not sit alone in this fury. “And you....I’m so sorry, babe, that you had to go through something like that.” His hands clench into fists. “I’m going to kill him for what he said to you, the way he treated you. I should’ve gone there with you, I would’ve knocked that smug smile off his face immediately.” He goes on, detailing all the ways he can bring the company down, the ways he’ll make them pay for what they’ve done. He goes on and on until the anger burns out. And by the end of it, your anger’s been doused, too. Now all you can feel is the heartache. My dream job...what I’ve worked so hard for.. The tears bubble up again, this time in devastation instead of fury. Noticing the change, he exhales heavily and returns to your side. Gathering you in his lap, he rocks you back and forth, pressing constant kisses to your temple and cheeks. “Oh my love,” he says heavily, “I’m so, so sorry.” “I wanted it, Joon,” you admit tearfully. “I wanted that job so bad. Why did it have to be like this?” “I know. It’s not fair.” He holds you close. “Oh, love, I wish I could have spared you from this. I wish I could fix it and make it all go away.” You turn your face towards him, burying it in his neck, and sob. The breakdown only lasts a few minutes, but the entire time he hugs you tight, reminding you that you weren’t alone. When you finally take a breath, he kisses your forehead. “It’s going to be okay. An even better job will come. I know everything sucks right now, but it’s going to get better. Something amazing is coming your way, love, I know it is.” He kisses your temple and murmurs against your hair, “You deserve something better than that place anyway. You’re going to do amazing things. Something better will come.” You take another deep breath and sit up, rubbing at your eyes. “I hope so,” you say thickly. “It will.” Managing a smile, you lean forward and kiss him briefly. “Thanks, Joonie,” you say softly, feeling much lighter. Your eyes dart to the discarded flowers and chocolates. “I feel bad I ruined the celebration...” He shakes his head, squeezing you tight. “You didn’t ruin anything.” A faint smile crosses his lips. “How about....instead of pizza and video games, we do.....pizza and a bubblebath??” You laugh. He smiles happily at the sound. “I’m serious. How does that sound, my love?” “Hmm...pizza in the bath?” You pretend to think. “Amazing.” “Perfect, right?” “Almost.” You get to your feet and hold a hand out to him, waiting. “But perfect actually is pizza and you in the bath.” He grins and takes your hand, getting to his feet quickly. “Like I said: whatever you want, baby.”

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apriorisea · 3 years

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"Ridiculous”

REQUEST: His partner has been slacking and been procrastinating for a very long time. Jimin (and/or any other member) is trying to motivate them and make sure to check on them and make sure they complete all their work on time.

--Hope you enjoy this short n’ sweet take on your request! Thank you for the idea! 💕💜

“Ridiculous”

You x Jimin

“This is ridiculous.” Jimin gives you a faintly amused smile, but doesn’t stop moving, carefully arranging the bottles of water, juice, and milk he had set out in front of you. “Hello?” you pout, crossing your arms over your chest as you watch him. This earns you a soft laugh. Finishing his organizing, he turns towards you. “Hello what?” “I said, this is ridiculous.” Still smiling, he reaches for you, taking your wrist gently and pulling you towards him. “My perfect babygirl,” he says sweetly, leaning in to kiss your cheek. Pulling back just slightly, he adds, “You’re being ridiculous right now.” Your jaw drops in faux-outrage. “Me??? I’m being ridiculous??” “Yes. But you’re still so cute when you’re ridiculous.” “No way,” you say, folding your arms even tighter. “You can’t sweet talk your way out of this one, buddy. You called me ridiculous.” Rolling his eyes playfully, he hooks an arm around your waist and tows you towards the desk where your laptop and study materials were all set up and waiting. “You need to work on your paper.” “It’s not due for another 4 days!” you whine even as you let him settle you in the chair. Kissing your temple briefly he says, “Honestly, that defense would’ve worked much better if I hadn’t heard it a million times already over the past 3 weeks.” Glancing at his watch, he adds, “You have all night to work. If you start now and really focus, you can finish it easy.” You exhale heavily. He’s right, but that’s part of what makes it so annoying. “...Okay.” “Okay??” he repeats brightly. “Yes, yes, okay.” Softening a little as you look up at him, you can’t help but add, “Thanks, baby.” Leaning down, he presses his lips to yours in a short but sweet kiss. “You’ve got this, babygirl. You’ll feel so much better when it’s done.” “I know, I know.” Planting another kiss on the top of your head, he murmurs into your hair, “I’ll be in the living room. Let me know if you need anything, ok?” “Okay...” Now that he’d forced you to organize all your study materials and notes, you were starting to get pulled into the actual assignment, your focus shifting from whining at him to your term paper. “Love you.” Grinning, he watches you slowly sink into your academic world. “Love you more,” he says quietly, then sneaks out of the room.

You work for a good 30 minutes before the sound of your notification goes off, startling you out of your focus. Glancing at your phone irritably, you realize that the other members must be winding down from their day, because the Instagram group chat is suddenly flooded with memes and videos. Before you can do anything, the door to your room flies open and Jimin appears. His eyes move across your increasingly-messy desk, stopping when they land on your phone. With one fluid move, he leans in to kiss your cheek and snag your phone at the same time. You grab the front of his shirt to stop him from moving completely away. “They must be relaxing now, huh?” He gives you a soft grin. “I think so.” The grin fades a little as another 3 notifications go off. “The memes will still be there after you finish your work, though,” he adds nervously, like he’s expecting you to be upset with him. “Thanks Jiminie,” you say instead, reaching up to ask for another kiss. He obliges, brushing your hair back from your face softly as he pulls away. “Anything else?” When you shake your head, he sneaks out again, distracting device in hand.

3 hours later, you hear a soft tap at the door. Leaning back in your chair, you rub tiredly at your eyes. “Yes?” “Hey babygirl,” Jimin says gently. “How’s it going?” “It’s okay,” you say around a yawn. “I think I’ll be done in two hours.” “Yeah?” he asks, his eyes lighting up happily. Coming into the room, he reaches down to massage your shoulders. “You’re amazing. Do you need anything?” You allow yourself to relax as he works out the knots. “Nope. This is nice, though.” You smile at his soft chuckle. “Are you hungry? I was kind of craving some popcorn...Do you want some?” he asks, finishing his work and leaning down to kiss the top of your head again. “Hm...extra-butter style?” He grins. “Of course.” You sit forward, rejuvenated by his visit. “That would be awesome, baby. Thank you!” “You’ve got it.”

An hour after you finish your popcorn, you have only two paragraphs left and you are utterly burned out. “Jiminnnnnnnnn.....” you groan, leaning back in your seat, defeated. He appears instantly. “You whined, my love?” “I can’t do it,” you say dramatically, wilting in your chair. “It’s too much.” “Aww, my poor babygirl...” he sympathizes, and in an instant, he’s pulled you out of your seat, taken your place, and resettled you in his lap. Hugging you tight, he glances at your laptop screen. “How much more do you have?” Snuggling against him, you mumble, “One paragraph and the closing.” “That’s it??” he laughs lightly. “Babygirl, that’s nothing.” “It’s not nothing! I’ve gotten so much done but I’m just...ugh...my brain’s broken.” Squeezing you tight, he’s quiet for a moment before saying, “You’ve done a lot tonight. Maybe you could come back and finish it tomorrow?” “Ugh,” you groan again. “No. I don’t want to have to come back to it ever.” He kisses your temple. “...Babygirl,” his voice takes on a new, persuasive tone, “If you can finish in the next hour, we’ll still have time to watch another episode of our show before bed tonight...” You perk up a little. “Really? You don’t have to get up crazy early tomorrow?” “Nope.” He rocks you back and forth a little. “How does that sound?” You sigh heavily. “It sounds....good. All right.” You push carefully out of his arms and pop the joints in your neck. “I can do this.” Kissing your neck a few times, he extracts himself from your chair. “Yes, you can! I’ll wait for you.” “Forever and ever?” you tease. “Forever and ever and always and until the end of the world!” he announces dramatically. You roll your eyes playfully. “Now who’s being ridiculous??” “See you soon,” he says with a little wink. “You bet!” He hesitates in the doorway for a moment, watching you with a fond smile. “That’s my girl.”

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apriorisea · 4 years

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Angst with yoongi or jungkook. Their girlfriend having a hard time but they didn't think it was smt serious so they weren't there for her and just focusing on work. She didn't say anything to them, just trying to deal with it alone but it's just keep getting worse. She lose some weight, always tired and not so cheerful like before. Eventually they realize it when she faint in their arms (i am sorry it's really long i hope you write smt like that, you are one of my fave writers 👍💜)

--Hi! As usual 😅I apologize that this took so long! Thank you so much for the idea and for your sweet compliments---I can’t tell you how much I appreciate it! I hope you enjoy 💕💜

“The Problem”You x Yoongi

“You really didn’t have to do this,” you say, smiling as you lean across the center console to kiss Yoongi’s cheek. Your smile grows bigger as you see the pleased expression cross his face and add: “But I’m really glad you did.” He turns his head and kisses you firmly. “I love you,” he says softly. “I’ll take any chance I can to be with you.” He rests his hand on the back of your neck, playfully holding you in place. “In fact, why don’t you just blow off work today, come with me instead?” You groan, leaning into his arm and brushing your lips against the inside of his wrist. “Don’t tempt me.” He smiles. “I’m sorry I can’t pick you up tonight. Do you want me to send someone?” “No.” You lean forward to ask for another kiss, smiling when he gives you what you want. “I’ll just see you at home tonight. Try not to stay too late, okay?” When he smiles an agreement, you give him a wink and climb out of the car. “Love you!” You’re still smiling when you enter the building, and just before you settle in at your desk, you pull out your phone: This was a terrible idea…you better just come back and get me ;) His answer comes just as you are opening your email: Perfect. Let’s just drive and drive and drive, yeah? Two seconds later, he adds: I LOVE YOU. Grinning, you don’t even read the title of the email before you open it. The happy mood evaporates immediately. It’s 8:32am on a Monday morning, and your boss is already fuming. The project you and your team had put together had apparently not met his expectations and the deadline to turn in a new, better proposal was by the end of the day. Feeling your stomach twist into knots, you turn to scan the office for your coworkers—meeting the eyes of one of them, you exchange nervous looks. It’s going to be a long day.

“He’s just not going to be happy with any of this,” Coworker #2 says, tipping back in his seat irritably. “None of it.” Another team member, Coworker #3, pushes a strand of hair back behind her ear. “That’s a cheerful outlook, thank you.” “You know the mood he’s been in lately,” he says darkly. “This feels like a head hunt.” Glancing at your watch, you struggle to catch your breath. It was 1:36pm and the three of you had been working for hours on a new project proposal. 25 minutes ago the boss had sent a warning email, his tone none the happier. “What do you mean a head hunt?” He throws his arms in the air exasperatedly. “You know, like, looking to fire someone to get over his bad mood.” Your other coworker slaps his arm. “Stop it!” she says, genuinely angry. “You don’t know anything about anything. He’s not going to fire anyone over this stupid project!” The door clicks shut as the fourth and final member of your team walks in, holding a coffee cup. “He knows enough,” he says, sipping his drink. “Word on the street is that we need to downsize and almost anyone could be the target.” Your anxiety increases at his presence and arrogant words. “He’s not going to fire a whole team over a minor-level project,” you say coolly. He fixes you with a look. “You’re right. All he needs is one scapegoat.” Taking a deep breath to stay calm, you give him a look. “Well then, let’s spend more time working and less time talking, huh?” He eyes you but doesn’t respond, slinking slowly into his seat. Your attention is soon turned to other matters, but you never really lose the pit of nerves that his words had opened. It sits there, festering like an open wound, demanding your attention even when you refuse. By the end of the work day, you are exhausted, mentally and physically, and by the time you reach your apartment, you are an anxious mess: the inside of your lower lip is raw from the constant worried chewing and your head is pounding from the stress. As you climb the stairs to your apartment, you think about the day: your team had managed to complete a rough draft for the new project proposal just in time, and, though he wasn’t thrilled, your boss had agreed to give you the rest of the week to complete it. You bite down on your lower lip again. It’s not terrible, but it’s also not great. Reaching your front door, you’re suddenly frozen by the sound of your coworker’s words echoing in your mind: “All he needs is one scapegoat.” Your stomach twists and you force another deep breath before you can open the door. Stepping out of your shoes, you drop your bag to the ground and survey the apartment: there’s a basket of laundry sitting in the corner of the living room, waiting to be done, and a few dishes still in the sink. Releasing a slow, even breath, you try to let the familiarity of home calm you down. The team had worked straight through lunch, and you vaguely realized that part of the reason your hands were shaking was because you hadn’t eaten since your piece of toast this morning for breakfast. You open a cupboard door, but as soon as your eyes land on the coffee mugs, your heart races as you hear it again: One scapegoat. You trusted that particular coworker about as far as you could throw him, and the two of you had been at odds constantly lately. I wouldn’t put anything past him, you think, and your stomach lurches. You shut the cupboard and head for the sink. Sick of hearing your own thoughts, you turn on the TV after you’d finished the dishes and settle in to fold some laundry, trying not to think about the gaping hole of worry eating its way through your stomach. I just have to do the best, you think. I have to be the best member of the team. Then I’m untouchable. Halfway through the basket of laundry, you hear the door unlock. Yoongi comes in, looking slightly disheveled though his frown fades at the sight of you. “Hi sweetheart,” he says quietly, lining his shoes up next to yours carefully. “Here, I’ll finish that. I meant to do it last night.” He presses a kiss to the top of your head and joins you on the floor, reaching for the shirt in your hands. His presence washes over you and you take a truly deep breath. “It’s okay,” you say, tipping your head over to rest on his shoulder. “How was your day?” He sighs, and there’s so much in that simple sound that you forget all about your terrible day and turn to look at him. “What’s going on?” you ask softly, reaching up to smooth a strand of his hair back. “Long day. Taehyungie’s having a hard time lately, Jimin’s back is giving him problems…Namjoon has a bad case of writer’s block and we still need 4 more songs to even make a mini-album.” He folds the shirt and stacks it carefully on top of the others, then reaches for another. “We’re not sure if we can make the Australian tour happen.” “Oh no,” you sympathize. “How come?” “Venue availability, travel….basically everything.” He pauses in between shirts to rub his forehead tiredly. You kiss his shoulder. “I’m sorry. I know how important that tour is to you guys. I’m sure something will work out!” The laundry now finished, he sighs again and sits back against the couch. Reaching out to pull you into his arms, he kisses your temple. “We’re going to figure it out,” he agrees. “But I’m going to be working a lot these next few days. Probably into the weekend,” he adds, waiting for your reaction. You cuddle against him. “It’s okay, baby. Do what you need to do.” “I love you,” he says softly, tipping your chin up so he can kiss you. “How was your day? Have you eaten already?” The question knocks the wind from you. “Oh. It was fine. I…I already ate, yeah. Sorry.” You push out of his arms so he can’t feel the way your heart races at the lie. “Do you want me to make something?” “Nope.” He gets to his feet. “We still have leftovers from last night. I’ll just have those. What did you have?” You stack the folded laundry back in the basket and ignore the question. “I forgot about the leftovers. Hope they still taste good.” “There’s a lot left,” he calls from the kitchen. “I’ll pack some up and you can take it for lunch tomorrow.” You feel your stomach squirm. “Thanks.” You push the laundry basket back into the corner and cross your arms over your stomach, watching him as he moved around the kitchen, reheating his leftovers and packing yours for lunch tomorrow. Tomorrow. You think of your boss’ anger, the work left to do, your coworker’s sinister intent……Your hands go cold. Yoongi brings his food into the living room, sitting on the couch and gesturing to the spot next to him. Some of the feeling returns to your fingers as you climb up next to him, curling up close and resting your head on his shoulder. “Next week,” he says in-between bites. “We’re going to have date night every night for the whole week.” You smile, grateful for the way his presence and words melt your icy worry. “That sounds amazing.” “I mean it,” he insists around a mouth full of food. “Every night. We’ll go to that movie, get dinner at all of our favorite places, stay home and finish our show, go for a drive…anything we want to do. Anything you want to do.” Turning your head to kiss his shoulder again, you say quietly, “I love you, Yoongi.” He finishes eating quickly, hopping up to rinse his dish off and returning to you quickly. Through a yawn, he asks, “Are you ready for bed?” With your mind so full of worry, you hadn’t been looking forward to a whole night of tossing and turning, but when he extends his hand to you, you realize everything would be okay. Putting your hand in his, you nod. “Yes.” When you’re both settled in bed, he wraps his arms around you, pulling you back against his chest. Leaning down to kiss your neck, he rests his head against yours gently. “So I’m thinking one night we get burgers,” he murmurs, his lips brushing your ear. “Pizza for our Netflix night…” “Mmm.” You close your eyes, letting his soothing voice lull you into a calm. “We definitely need to do sushi one night.” “Agreed. For our big fancy date night, let’s go to that nice restaurant with the giant steaks!” You can’t help but laugh at his enthusiasm. “Whatever you want to do. I just want to spend time with you.” He hugs you close. “I love you, sweetheart. Sleep tight, okay?” And with him there to keep you safe and push the worries away, you actually do.

The next morning, you hear him get up extra early, but you’re too exhausted to stir. Before he leaves, he kisses your forehead gently. “Have a good day, sweetheart,” he whispers, and then he’s gone. Your alarm goes off at the usual time, but when you pull your phone to you, you see a screen full of texts. Feeling your stomach lurch, you scan through them: 11 of them are from your coworkers, already panicked about the project. 1 of them is from your bank, reminding you that your payment for student loans was due next week. You set your phone down, heart pounding, and try not to panic. You wish Yoongi were still home. But he was already gone, so you roll out of bed, get ready as quickly as possible, and force yourself to answer a few texts as you head to the kitchen for breakfast. After a little bit of coordination, you and two of your coworkers have a plan for the day—the third one (the problematic one) hadn’t responded yet. Just as you open your fridge to hunt for some food, you get a private message from your closest coworker: Watch out for SJ, she wrote. I’ve heard he was talking about you the other day during lunch. Your stomach flips. I knew it. You shut the fridge hard, ignoring the ache in your guts. Pulling on your coat, you grab your bag and take a small breath. You wouldn’t let him get you today. As you leave the house, you pull out your phone and send Yoongi a text: Is it just me, or is this the most Monday-feeling Tuesday ever??? You’re about to tuck the phone back into your pocket when it buzzes. Eagerly awaiting your boyfriend’s message, you look at the screen expectantly— And find another text from your coworkers. It brings you back to earth immediately. Your stomach is in knots all the way to the office.

“Just as long as her name is on it,” your coworker says dramatically, his voice clearly too loud to be a whisper. Steeling yourself, you look up from your computer. “My name is on what?” “Section 5,” he says unabashedly. “What’s wrong with section 5?” He raises an eyebrow. “Isn’t it obvious?” “Stop being such an ass,” Coworker #2 interrupts, rolling his eyes. “What’s the problem?” The Problem sighs. “Section 5 is the epitome of what was wrong with the last proposal.” “According to who?” Your hands are balled into fists in your lap, hidden away from sight. “The boss, obviously.” “Oh, he told you that? Personally?” You stand your ground. “Last I knew, he didn’t even remember your name.” His cheeks flush. “It was obvious. So I just want to make sure that your name is on it, so he knows who to credit when this falls apart.” “It’s not going to fall apart!” interjects Coworker #3, smoothing her frazzled hair back into a ponytail. “Don’t even put that into the universe!” “You’re welcome to re-work it,” says Coworker #2. “You clearly have the time,” you add coolly. The Problem doesn’t answer, pretending to suddenly be preoccupied with something on his phone. The tenuous silence returns. The four of you work until lunch time—until 5 minutes before official lunch time, actually, because if you had to spend even 5 more minutes in the same room as him, you were going to murder someone—and as you put your laptop to sleep, you realize how hungry you are. “Here,” Coworker #2 drops a packet of pretzels on your desk. “You like these, right?” You nod. “Thanks.” He gives a faint smile, reaching his arms above his head in a huge stretch. “Don’t let him get to you,” he adds, jerking his head towards the door after The Problem. “He sees you as a threat because you are the most competent person in the whole department.” You smile. “I’m trying. But this is just more motivation to get this project sorted—then I can go back to ignoring his existence.” Coworker #2 laughs and reaches out to fist-bump you. “Amen,” he agrees, then grabs his empty-coffee mug off the table and leaves. Feeling a little lighter now that the you have the room to yourself, you open the packet of pretzels as your stomach growls. You manage to eat 7 before your phone goes off. Coworker #3: SJ’s going to eat lunch with the Exec Crew today. Such a suck-up. You set the packet of pretzels down and reply: Is the boss going? Coworker #3: Of course. He’s probably going to offer to pay and everything. The weight settles over your shoulders again. You remember the disgust in his eyes, the thinly veiled threats about your job—”And now he has the perfect opportunity,” you whisper to yourself. “He really is going to do whatever he can to get me fired.” As if the universe had heard you, your phone buzzes with another text: it’s an alert from your bank, reminding you about the bills coming up soon. I can’t lose my job, you think, feeling the panic rush through your entire body. Ignoring the reminder, you open Yoongi’s text thread. Any chance you’ll be done with work early today?? It joins your last still-unopened message. You stare at your phone for a full minute, hoping to see his return text as it comes in. It doesn’t. You think about the leftovers sitting in the fridge in the break room and your stomach flips. Pushing the half-empty packet of pretzels away from you, you reboot your laptop. “I have to work harder.”

You sink into the last empty bus seat, closing your eyes against the pain thundering through your head. It’s 79 minutes past quitting time and you hadn’t even had a chance to look at your phone since lunchtime. You pry your eyes open and fish for your phone, taking a small breath before unlocking it. Three messages from Coworker #3, four from Coworker #2, and one sarcastic one-liner from The Problem. The pounding in your head increases. 32. From the time your team resumed its work after lunch until you had all finally left the building, The Problem had made 32 pointed comments towards you. “You don’t even have seniority, you know that, right?” “We talked about the project at lunch. What a shame you weren’t there.” “Last quarter’s numbers weren’t ideal, that’s what he told me. There’s a lot of dead weight in the company, especially in our department. Especially on our team.” Rubbing the back of your neck tiredly, you leave the text thread without replying and open the next new message. It’s another bank reminder: the deadline on your payment was coming a lot sooner than you remembered. How did it get to this point? You stare out the window blankly. I used to love my job. What did I ever do to get this target on my back? You open your phone again, navigating to your text-thread with your boyfriend. He still hasn’t read either of your earlier messages. You must be busy today. Still no answer. You turn back to look out the window, ignoring the pain in your head and stomach. After almost missing your stop, you trudge towards your apartment, your mind too full to pay attention to anything else. They talked about things at lunch. They must have talked about ME at lunch. He’s going to get me fired. You bump into someone and don’t bother apologizing. He is actually actively working to get rid of me. Why? Fumbling for your phone again, you send a private message to Coworker #3: What does SJ gain by getting me fired?? Her return message comes as you are unlocking your door. You force yourself to get inside and out of your shoes and coat before looking at it. Coworker #3: You’re obviously the biggest threat in the department. You know he’s looking for a fast-track promotion. If he can get rid of you, that’s one less hurdle he’ll have to jump. You okay? He was such an asshole today. Dropping your bag on the floor angrily, you move to the kitchen, hunting for the bottle of aspirin. Everyday* you correct. But he’s crazy. If our project tanks, he’ll go down with it. You down three tablets without water. Coworker #3: He thinks he can weasel his way out of it, obviously. Coworker #3: But anyway, don’t worry about it. We’re going to be fine. You doing okay? Did you even get a chance to eat lunch today??? You pause at this, setting your phone on the counter to pull open the fridge. Leftovers, milk, fruit, vegetables, eggs, kimchi, yogurt…You feel a pain in your stomach and can’t decide if it’s hunger or something else. Your gaze un-focuses as you stare, and suddenly all you can see are bills and numbers. The pain in your stomach grows and you slam the fridge shut. I can’t lose this job. I have too many bills to pay. If I get fired, I’m going to be so far behind on every single payment. I CAN’T lose this job. The buzz from your phone causes an immediate anxious reaction to jolt through your whole body: your chest feels tight, your heart starts pounding, the pain in your head feels blinding, your stomach flips. Forcing a deep breath, you slowly reach for the device again. The knot in your stomach immediately untangles as soon as you see the name on the message. Exhaling roughly, you open Yoongi’s message eagerly. Yoongi Hi sweetheart. I’m sorry ~ so busy today. And I’m going to be home late tonight. :( Your relief fades quickly. YoongiAre you okay? How was your day? Glancing at the time, you feel the knot retie with a vengeance. When your boyfriend said “late,” he meant late. “He won’t be back before midnight,” you whisper to yourself. The apartment gets a little smaller around you. Trying to push the darkness away, you ignore his questions: I love you. Be safe! Locking the screen, you turn back to the fridge. Holding the device close to your chest, you stare at the door. Replaying the images of what the fridge held, you tried to convince yourself to eat one of them—but with each mental picture, the knot grew tighter and you felt like you were going to throw up. Turning away from the fridge explosively, you wandered into the living room. You realized suddenly how much you’d been relying on Yoongi’s presence to help ease the current of tension that was flowing nonstop through your entire body. Now, faced with the prospect of hours without him, you had nothing to distract you but the fear. You watch Netflix (the volume up loud in an attempt to drown out your own thoughts) and play mindless phone games until 11:15pm. Your entire body aches with exhaustion and stress, but you still spend five more minutes staring at the front door in vain, waiting for him to come back. Eventually, you get slowly to your feet and trudge down the hall to the bedroom. You spend extra time washing your face, delaying the inevitable, but when you finally crawl into bed you’re exactly as distraught as you had expected. Not even the white noise machine can help you tonight. You toss and turn for hours, watching the clock on your nightstand tick past midnight. Every time you close your eyes, you’re bombarded with visions of bills and loans and banks and evil coworkers and your angry boss. You see papers stamped with bright red lettering: TERMINATED. The Problem’s words echo constantly. You manage to fall into a light, troubled sleep, and find yourself stuck in the dream-version of the day’s lunch. At the exact moment that your Dream-Boss and Dream-The-Problem turn to you in unison and say “YOU’RE FIRED” you startle awake. Glancing at the clock, you realize it’s 2am and you’re still alone. Squeezing your eyes shut tight, you feel the hot tears build underneath your eyelids and fight down the urge to call him. You struggle for another 20 minutes before sleep finally takes you. Five minutes after you pass out, he comes home.

The next morning, you startle awake at the sound of your alarm. Scrambling to turn it off, you realize that you can’t move easily. The panic eventually gives way to relief: you’re tangled in Yoongi’s arms, wrapped tight in his hug. Carefully, you manage to reach out an arm to shut off the alarm, then shift gingerly so you’re facing him. He stirs a little, his embrace tightening reflexively, and you give-in: burying your face in his chest, you give yourself the 10 snooze minutes. Now that you’re wrapped in his arms, all the things that had kept you awake seemed distant and tiny. For the first time in the last 24 hours, you feel the pain in your stomach fade. But too soon, your snooze alarm goes off. It’s time. Taking one last deep breath in his circle of safety, you gently untangle yourself from his grasp, unable to keep the faint smile off your face at his sleep-mumbled complaint. What I’d give to be able to stay right here, all day. But… I need this job. I’ve got to fight. So instead, you gently stroke his hair until he falls back into his deep-slumber. Realizing how late he must have gotten home, you fight down a pang of disappointment: he’d be asleep for a few hours more. Just what he needed, definitely, but you would be long gone by then. Pulling yourself together, you manage to get ready quietly and quickly, mentally preparing yourself for the day ahead. You plant a soft kiss on Yoongi’s forehead before you go, drawing a last bit of strength before heading out to face your dragons.

10:00am. You feel your phone buzz in your pocket but ignore it. You’re sitting sandwiched between Coworkers #2 and #3, The Problem on the far end. The boss hasn’t spoken for the last 5 minutes. Finally, he sighs. “I’ve come to expect much more from this department,” he says, meeting your eyes seriously. “This new proposal…it’s better. But is it really what it ought to be?” The Problem jumps in before you can even blink. “No, sir, I completely agree. It’s not up to standards. It—” “I think it can be fixed,” your boss continues, speaking over the other man easily. He meets your eyes again. “But it is going to take a lot of work. For example, the proposed direction in Section 4 seems a bit messy.” The Problem is nodding. “Team Leader was in charge of that section.” Coworker #2 stiffens next to you. “No, she wasn’t,” he snaps. “I-I mean,” the flush creeps up his neck. “Sir, our team worked together on each section and each proposal. Of course.” You don’t look over at The Problem. This is exactly what you had been expecting. “Of course, of course,” The Problem simpers. “But, obviously, we follow the direction of our project manager, don’t we, sir?” Your boss raises one eyebrow at you. “Well?” “We all worked together on this proposal, sir,” you say calmly, though your insides are twisting together again. “And, obviously, no part would have gone through without full consent from the entire team. Right?” you direct the question to The Problem, but don’t bother looking at him. He clears his throat. “We follow your inspiration, team leader.” You hear Coworker #3 hiss under her breath next to you. Your boss is studying The Problem carefully. Finally, he looks back at his tablet screen. “Sections 4, 7, and 10 all need some re-working. Can you have it done by tomorrow?” The tiny bit of satisfaction you felt at realizing none of those sections had been your assigned responsibility bleeds away at the deadline. Tomorrow?? Your head aches. After a moment, you realize he’s waiting for you to respond. “Absolutely, sir,” you agree steadily. “We will work hard.” “I expect nothing less,” he agrees. “Make sure it is as streamlined as possible. We want no further problems going forward.” “Yes, sir,” the three of you parrot together; The Problem’s answer is more drawn-out and sickeningly sweet. You don’t look at him as the four of you leave your boss’ office.

7pm. 2 hours past quitting time and the four of you were still holed-up in the conference room together. The Problem gets to his feet loudly, heading for the door. “Where are you going?” demands Coworker #2; his hair is messy and out of place, his glasses slightly askew. “Smoke-break,” he answers. “Can’t be in this room for one second longer.” He lets the door slam shut behind him. Coworker #3 rolls her shoulders out. “Funny,” she says darkly. “If he was in this room for one second longer, I think I’d rip his stupid little head off.” Coworker #2 turns to you. “I don’t know how you managed to keep your cool all day today, honestly. I wanted to punch him in the mouth 3 times in that meeting alone.” You sigh and sit back in your chair. The atmosphere in the room had changed as soon as The Problem had left. “I just want to finish this project,” you say honestly. I have to be the best possible, so there’s no room for judgment or complaint. “The sooner it ends, the sooner we can get away from him.” “I know where he parks his car,” Coworker #3 offers helpfully. “It would be such a shame if his tires got slashed somehow…” You share a small grin with her; a grin that fades as you realize how long it’d been since you smiled. The muscles in your face ached from the simple gesture. “Here,” Coworker #2 plops another bag of mini pretzels in front of you. “Snack break! Better eat now before he comes back and turns all our stomachs…” You scoff humorlessly. Staring at the bag of snacks, you feel your stomach twist. The last thing you wanted to do was eat anything right now, but then you calculate how long it had been since you’d eaten anything. Oh. That’s probably not healthy. Opening the bag, you pretend not to notice how much your hands are shaking. I need to eat a little, you convince yourself. Every part of you is tired and aching. How much longer can I go on like this? Until this is over, your stubborn side kicks in. Until the danger is passed. Until you know your job is safe. Suck it up. You manage to eat ¾ of the bag before The Problem returns and, just as your coworkers predicted, as soon as he’s back in the room you’re no longer hungry. Pushing the pretzels away angrily, the four of you return to silent, tense work for another 2 hours.

You climb into bed at 10pm that night, too exhausted to be kept up by worries. By tomorrow it’ll be all over. You vaguely wonder if you should be more worried about how much the dark edges around your vision are growing. The last thing you feel before falling into a dreamless sleep is how much your stomach hurts. You’re startled awake at 12:03am. “Sorry, sweetheart,” you hear Yoongi’s voice permeate the darkness. Seconds later, you feel his arms wrap around you. You roll over immediately, snuggling against his chest. “I didn’t mean to wake you up,” he says hoarsely, pulling the blanket higher up over you. “I’m so sorry.” You shake your head. “Are you okay?” He sighs, a heavy and weary sound that goes straight to your heart. “I’m fine.” “Liar,” you accuse gently, hugging him a little tighter. “What’s going on?” “Just busy. We’re working hard. Same as usual…” You press a kiss to his collarbone. “I know. You need to get some rest.” He crushes you closer. “I love you, sweetheart. I’m sorry I woke you up. You must be exhausted, too. Let’s get some rest, both of us, yeah?” “Okay,” you breathe, already feeling your eyelids growing heavy again. “Goodnight, baby.” He spreads a few soft kisses across your face. “Goodnight, my darling girl.”

The next morning, your alarms go off at the same time and you struggle awake together. You’re both moving too slow, so you’re almost late, but he still insists on driving you to work that day. On the way over, you don’t talk much, but he holds your hand over the center console like usual and that keeps you steady. When he pulls up in front of your building, you lean over to give him a kiss. “Have a good day, Yoongi,” you say, but your attention is already on what awaits you inside. “You too, sweetheart,” he says, but he doesn’t let go of your hand. Studying you, he frowns a little. “Are you sure you’re okay? You seem a little pale—” You power-up a false smile. “Don’t worry. I love you!” You press another kiss to his cheek and escape under this pretense. When you get out of the car, he reaches to roll your window down to call after you, but just then his phone buzzes so he abandons the idea and answers as he pulls away. You don’t turn around to watch him go, but your heart still flips when you hear the car leave. Staring up at your office building, you feel a sudden rush of dizziness and have to shut your eyes for a moment until it passes. The last day, you remind yourself. I need this job, I need this job, I need this job. You walk into the office and see Coworkers #2 and #3 sitting at their desks already. #2 is on the phone, but he gives you a bright smile as you walk past. “Hey! Are you—” Coworker #3′s voice falters as you move past her seat. “Whoa, are you okay?” You hesitate only slightly. “What?” She’s frowning. “You look really pale,” she says, lowering her voice slightly. “And have you lost weight?? You—” “I’m fine.” You feel the tips of your ears burn: if The Problem heard talk like this, it would be yet another way he could take you down. “Just tired.” “Are you sure? If—” “Positive,” you cut her off again. “Thanks. Plus, today’s the day, right? After this, things will be better.” Your stomach aches at the reminder. I can’t fail. “We better get to work!” You attempt cheerfulness and fail miserably. Coworker #3 gives you a furtive look, but doesn’t bring it up again. The Problem walks in exactly on time, sighing dramatically before flopping into his chair. Leaning back in his chair, he looks around the room, his gaze landing on you. “Well, here we are. I hope everyone is confident in their individual work…?” He lets it hang in the air. Coworker #2 sets the phone down too hard, already irritated. “I’m sure we’re all confident in both our personal AND our group work. Right?” He stares at The Problem until the other man is forced to look away from you. He pastes a sickening smile on his face. “Of course.” “Then let’s get started,” you say, trying to keep your voice devoid of any emotion. “We’ve only got 8 hours left.”

Hour 1: The four of you work in silence. The Problem gets up twice to refill his coffee, making much more noise than is necessary. You get another text from your bank. Hour 2: A portion of Coworker #2′s work didn’t save correctly. The ensuing meltdown leaves you frazzled and The Problem gleeful. Hour 3: The Problem sneaks away and is later found chatting in the staff room by Coworker #3. She doesn’t tell you everything he was saying, but the pit in your stomach knows well enough. Hour 4: You make sure everyone triple saves their work as lunchtime nears. The Problem goes on another secret mission but returns deflated: the bosses are having a private lunch and he was not allowed to join. The secret satisfaction you feel at this fades as he critically looks over one portion of your work. You skip lunch to continue working. Hour 5: Somehow, The Problem’s attitude has gotten even worse since lunch. He snarks and sneers and reluctantly helps Coworker #3 on their joint section. While they’re bickering, Coworker #2 sends you a file: it’s a list of incidents and complaints that he’s preparing to send to the boss and HR. You manage a tiny, real smile. Hour 6: The Problem finally directly challenges you on a portion of the project that you’ve worked on. Backed by both of your other coworkers, the three of you manage to shout him down. He works half-heartedly on his assigned portion. Hour 7: Your stomach hurts so much. Every time you take a small break from the work in front of you, it feels like it’s going to swallow you whole. You force yourself to drink some water, but it sloshes too uncomfortably in your empty stomach. Your head aches and you feel unbelievably tired. Almost there… Hour 8: Fifteen minutes before the deadline, you save, double-save, triple-save, and back-up the project to 3 different locations. “It’s finished,” Coworker #2 says, leaning back in his chair and rubbing at his eyes violently. “I guess,” scoffs The Problem, getting to his feet. He locks eyes with you. “Hope you feel good about it, Team Leader.” Without waiting for a response, he turns on his heel and heads for the door. “See you guys in there. I’ve got something to do.” Out of the corner of your eye, you see Coworker #2 add something to his list. “Ignore him,” Coworker #3 encourages; she clearly is still very worried about you. “It’s going to be fine. I think we’ve done some good work here.”

The walk from your shared office space to the boss’ office isn’t very far, but by the end of it, your legs feel like jelly, your heart is pounding, you’re short of breath, and your head is screaming. You sink into the nearest chair, trying to convince yourself that you were fine. Your stomach aches. The meeting is short. The Problem tries 3 times to throw you under the bus, but at this point, you and your other two coworkers are prepared and unified. By the end, even your boss seems irritated with The Problem—at least, you think that’s what is happening. You can’t really be sure anymore, to be honest: your vision is going slightly blurry, the dark edges growing, and you feel incredibly light-headed. 45 minutes past usual quitting time, your boss gives you a solemn nod. “Well done,” he says seriously. “This project is much better and more what I was expecting. Thank you.” The relief washes over you and you feel weak. “Well done, Team Leader,” your boss adds, then gives Coworkers #2 and #3 a smile. “Now go home and get some rest.” It might be your current physical state, but you swear he gives The Problem a slightly disapproving look. It must be real, because The Problem is the first to leave, disappearing without another look at any of you. Somewhat numb, you get to your feet with the other two, following them out of the office. As soon as the three of you are out of sight of the boss’ office, Coworker #2 gathers both of you into a giant hug. “We did it!!!! Oh man!” He releases you with a huge exhale. “We should celebrate! Dinner? Drinks? Meat??” Coworker #3 gives him a look, then tilts her head towards you meaningfully. “I think I’m just going to take our brilliant Team Leader home.” He turns to look at you, and even in your fuzzy state you can see the look of concern that crosses his face. “Oh, right. Yeah. Let’s get some rest tonight. We can celebrate tomorrow!” You manage a smile. “Sounds good. G-good job you guys.” Coworker #3 loops her arm through yours securely. “It’s all because of you, oh fearless leader!” she quips. “Let’s go!” Sitting in the passenger seat of her car, you try to relax; the last thing you wanted was for her to have to walk you up to your apartment door. So you fake a brighter smile, thank her for the ride, and hop out before she can offer to help. You turn to wave as she drives away, gritting your teeth against the way your head starts spinning, but wait until she’s gone before you move. I did it. You think as you slowly climb the stairs. I made it. I’m not going to get fired. Things are going to be okay. Your stomach flips and you have to pause for a second: Don’t throw up, don’t throw up, don’t throw up. You wait until the feeling passes. I just need to get inside. Lie down for a while….maybe…maybe eat? The house will be cool and empty and calm. Empty. You realize you hadn’t texted Yoongi all day. Now that things were over, you could finally relax around him, tell him the truth. You stumble on the last step, nearly face-planting but saving yourself at the last second. Just need to…lie….down. You punch in the door code, push it open, step inside—and are startled to see Yoongi sitting on the couch. “Baby—” he gets to his feet, a smile on his face, but it disappears when he sees you. The surprise is too much for your already-battered body. You try to step towards him and everything goes dark.

Fortunately for you, he was already moving towards you when you crumpled; he managed to catch you before you hit the floor, cradling you carefully against him in a state of controlled panic. You wake up as the EMTs are loading you into the ambulance, and the only thing that stops you from freaking out is the sound of his voice. “I don’t think she’s eaten for a while,” he’s saying as he climbs in next to you. “She’s overworked, overtired—Maybe dehydrated? I don’t—” “It’s okay, sir,” one of the medics says. She gives him a small smile. “She’s going to be fine.” “Yoongi…” you mumble, his name getting lost in the oxygen mask over your face, but at that moment he turns to look at you anyway. Exhaling in relief, he leans down to press a kiss to your forehead. “It’s okay, sweetheart,” he reassures you, brushing your hair away from your face. “I’m here.” Something about the combination of your complete exhaustion, the motion of the ambulance, the oxygen mask, and the warmth of Yoongi’s presence lulls you into a light sleep. There’s a transfer from the ambulance to the emergency room, from gurney to hospital bed. There’s several people in scrubs and masks that look you over. You vaguely feel the prick of the IV in your arm. You’re asked a lot of questions and you give a lot of answers you can’t remember, but eventually, you’re left alone. Almost. Taking your hand, Yoongi leans down to kiss your forehead again. “You’re going to be okay,” he says softly against your skin. “Oh, baby, I’m so sorry.” You shake your head weakly. “You don’t have to apologize. I—” “You’re extremely dehydrated,” he cuts over you, tightening his hold on your hand. “I don’t think you’ve slept well for days. And you…you said you hadn’t eaten for—since Monday?? Sweetheart, I….” he’s getting worked up. You squeeze his hand. “It’s not your fault.” Exhaling shakily, he meets your eyes. “Why?” “Well—” you suddenly look at him. “Wait. Don’t you need to be at work right now? What about the tour problems? And Tae? And Jimin’s back. And—” “Stop.” He finally pulls a chair close to the bed and sits. “I only need to be here right now. With you. This is where I should have been for the last few days, then maybe we wouldn’t be here right now.” You close your eyes in embarrassment. “I’m sorry.” Pressing the back of your knuckles to his lips, he shakes his head and murmurs. “Don’t say sorry. Let’s just talk. Tell me everything.” So you do. You tell him all about the project, The Problem, your boss, your coworkers, the bank notifications, everything. “And I just got so worked up over it,” you finish tiredly. “I didn’t want to talk about it. And then I knew you were busy, so I didn’t want to bother you….and things just got out of control.” He nods slowly. “I should’ve paid better attention,” he says quietly. “We were both too wrapped up in our own things. Never again, I promise you.” He reaches up to brush your hair back again. “I will do better at my job of keeping you safe and healthy and happy, okay? I promise.” You’re too tired to argue so you just nod. Smiling, he reaches up to kiss you softly. “And in return,” he adds, stroking the side of your face, “You have to talk to me. About all the things, all right? Especially the ones that make you worried and want to stop eating. Can you do that?” You nod again. “I think I can manage that.” “Also, you have to promise to do whatever it takes to stay healthy, okay? I can’t live without you,” he smiles. “So it’s your responsibility to take care of the most precious thing on this earth. Understood?” You roll your eyes but fondly. “I love you,” you say quietly. He kisses the tip of your nose. “I love you more. Now, let’s get you some rest so we can go home and snuggle. Okay?” You laugh lightly and agree.

When you’re finally released from the hospital, Yoongi insists on pushing your hospital-mandated wheelchair out to the waiting car. He wraps an arm around your waist and basically carries you to the backseat, helping you in before shutting the door behind you both securely. He holds you close on the ride on home; you rest your head on his shoulder gratefully. The babying continues when you arrive back at the apartment: he scoops you into his arms and carries you all the way up to your place, commenting in a displeased voice: “You’re too light, babygirl. You need to stay healthy.” You give his neck a squeeze. “Whatever you say,” you agree, resting your head against his shoulder. At his light scoff-laugh, you smile. “I’m just trying to live up to my promises!” “Sure, sure.” As soon as you reach the apartment, he takes you straight to bed, settling you in your spot and tucking the blanket around you securely. Kissing your cheek, he says, “Now. What do you want to eat? Anything you want, baby.” “Um….” you pretend to think hard. “Maybe…kimbap? BBQ? Pizza? Soup?” At his humored expression, you grin. “Everything sounds good!” “Then everything,” he says, kissing your lips softly, “is what you shall have.” While you both wait for the food to arrive, he never leaves your side. You cuddle against him, watching mindless TV and drinking from the water bottles he keeps pressing into your hands until he’s satisfied. He insists on feeding you the first few bites of food until you finally rebel, accepting his kiss happily instead. The two of you eat in relative silence, and you realize just how hungry you are. Tipping your head over onto his shoulder, you say softly, “I’m sorry I worried you.” He turns slightly to kiss your temple again. “You’re safe, sweetheart. That’s all that matters.” At that moment, your phone goes off. Your knee-jerk reaction is panic, but it immediately fades as you remember that everything is over and Yoongi is there next to you. Still, you take a small breath before reading the screen. The smile spreads across your face slowly. Yoongi glances at you. “What is it?” You turn the screen towards him: Coworker #3: YOU GUYS. SJ just got transferred to another department!!!!!! He can never bug us again!!!!!!!!! Yoongi grins with you. “That’s great news.” He kisses you again. “See? Everything is going to be fine.” “You’re right.” He clears the almost-empty food containers off the bed and when he climbs back in, you snuggle into his side automatically. He wraps his arms around you and presses a few soft kisses all over your face. “I love you so much,” he says in between kisses. “I’m so proud of you. You did it.” “Yes,” you agree, feeling your eyes close all on their own. I did.

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apriorisea · 3 years

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You have such a talent for writing!! If you’re still taking requests, I was wondering if you could write about what the wedding night with the boys would be like, just something sweet? like the two of you are finally alone after the ceremony & celebration... and are just taking a moment to take it all in? thank youuu :)

--Hi! Thank you so much for your kind words and your request! I apologize that it has taken me so long to get to it, but the first installment will come tomorrow morning---I hope you like my take!

I decided to try a slightly different format for these imagines, because Tumblr occasionally messes with some of my posts and makes them almost unreadable :( Let me know which y’all prefer!

Also, along those lines, quick note about things in general: to those who have sent (and continue to send) in requests, I promise I am not ignoring you. Life has been hectic, and I haven’t had the time, energy, or mental space to finish the many prompts, ideas, and beginnings that I have saved up. To those who have stuck around anyway and continued to reblog, like, or comment on my other things: thank you so much! I will continue to return to these drafts whenever possible.

Thanks again to everyone who has stuck around even through this long period of low activity 🥺I appreciate all of you! 💕💜

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apriorisea · 4 years

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BTS reactions when you’re on your period pls?? 💕

--Very popular request~! 😅Here’s my take on this situation, I hope you enjoy!!! 💜💕

Seokjin:

It doesn’t matter what time he gets off work or how exhausted he is: on the first day, he ALWAYS comes home with a variety set of ice creams.

He always gets every single flavor you love, and then one or two bonus flavors that he thinks you might like.

If he happens to be on tour during your week, he orders delivery ice cream to your door.

When you ask him to please bring you home some products, not only does he easily agree, but he never, ever forgets exactly which kind you need and what your favorite brands are.

all. the. snacks.

He takes your random cravings like a challenge.

Chocolate? Obviously, here’s a bag filled with a carefully curated selection. Pizza? Which toppings? Something salty? Pretzels, crackers, potato chips, popcorn--can’t decide? Have all of them in a tasty mix. Sweet? Here: lots of jellies, hard candies, sours, gummies---but none as sweet as you, Princess.

Sometimes you can’t pinpoint exactly what you’re craving, but it doesn’t faze him at all: he won’t stop bringing you food until he finds exactly what you’ve been craving.

He’s always very loving when he’s with you, but when it’s that time of the month he’s even sweeter.

Lots of soft kisses.

He speaks very softly and kindly.

Usually he loves to tease you, but when you’re extra sensitive like this he holds back, only showering you with compliments and praise and sweet words.

Yoongi:

You are a strong, independent woman 3 out of the 4 weeks every month, but for that one week, you are so needy.

And he LOVES it.

He loves nothing more than taking care of you.

And though he’d never admit it, he loves to feel needed, loves it when you want to be his shadow, when you can’t get enough of his calming presence.

Because of this, he always plans ahead for the week so that he can be as available as possible.

He wraps you up in one of his favorite oversized hoodies without you even having to ask.

snuggles. for. days.

He’ll sit on the couch with you for hours, holding you close and playing idly with your hair.

He cuddles you while you watch TV or Netflix together, or read, or listen to music.

You frequently fall asleep in his arms like this and he doesn’t move at all because he doesn’t want to disturb you.

On the weekends when he still has to go to work, he always asks you to come with him, because he knows you really want to be wherever he is but you don’t want to feel like a burden.

You curl up on the couch in his studio while he works, content just to be near him.

But sometimes he softly calls you to come over and cuddle in his lap for a while, so he can take little breaks from working to kiss you.

He’s always aware of your needs and wants, but he’s especially protective of you during this time because he knows how vulnerable you feel and how much you hate feeling like that.

Hoseok:

Day 2 is always the worst: you feel exhausted and queasy and crampy and just miserable, so unless he’s out of the country on tour, he always finds a way to spend the whole day with you.

He’s very familiar with and understanding of your mood swings.

He’s really good at just rolling with them.

When you get mad over little things, he’s ready to listen to you rant, take your side, and fight your battles for you (if need be).

Any time you get upset, he holds you tight and presses soft kisses to your forehead while you cry.

If you’re just feeling a little down, he will do whatever it takes to cheer you up.

all. the. goofy. youtube. videos.

He happily turns into your “gopher:” he’ll bring you meals and snacks to where you’re huddled on the couch, grab your phone charger or laptop from the bedroom, get up to put in your favorite DVD, and do whatever other little tasks or errands you need done.

Sometimes when you’re really in a funk, he gently insists on going for a walk.

One arm perpetually wrapped around your waist, he takes you to your favorite park.

The two of you meander through the flower gardens and people-watch, take in the fresh air, watch the cute kids and dogs playing together on the grass, and he always insists on pushing you on the swings until you’re breathless with laughter.

Even though you’re resistant at first, you always feel a little better after.

He tucks you into bed and holds you until you fall asleep, whispering promises that tomorrow will be easier and you’ll feel a little better.

Namjoon:

He absolutely hates seeing you in pain, so one of the things he’s always very aware of is your painkiller timetable.

Every 5 hours he either shows up with a Tylenol/Ibuprofen tablet in hand or texts/calls you to remind you to take one.

Sometimes it can get on your nerves how militant he is about it, but all it takes is one time of you deciding not to listen to him and suffering a seriously bad cramp attack and you swear to yourself you’ll never begrudge his strict schedule again.

He’s always offering to bring you liquids: water, juice, soda, lemonade, coffee, tea, hot choco, etc.

Whenever you agree to one, he delivers it with a long kiss.

all. the. heating. pads.

He can’t for the life of him remember exactly which products you need, but has no shame going on a few different trips to the store until he gets exactly what you want.

Sometimes he just grabs one of every kind just to make sure.

While he’s on one of these store-runs, he always grabs a couple of your favorite candy bars.

He’s really good at distracting you from how awful you feel by talking with you.

One of your favorite things to do together is discuss ideas, books, movies, music, etc, and somehow he always knows the perfect topic to bring up when you just need to take a break from feeling crappy.

Frequently he’ll start a discussion and then pull you into his lap, rocking you slightly while the two of you talk.

His highest priority is making sure that you are as comfortable and in as little pain as possible; he literally has a hard time focusing on anything else if he thinks you are in even the slightest bit of discomfort.

Jimin:

He’s always in awe of how you manage to go about life as usual while your insides are basically trying to kill you.

So his only goal is to pamper you as much as possible.

He always asks you to take some time off work so you can just relax; when you laughingly refuse, he pouts a little, but turns his focus to making sure you’re as relaxed and comfortable as possible when you finally get home.

He always has a hot bath waiting, filled with bubbles and surrounded by candles and music.

When you get out, he wraps you in the fluffiest robe and braids your hair so you don’t have to waste time or energy by drying and styling it.

He turns on your favorite movie and settles you in front of him on the bed so he can massage your shoulders.

all. the. kisses.

If he happens to be gone during this time, he sends you little care packages so you can survive the week on your own.

They’re always filled with chocolate, bath bombs, plushies, and candles.

He sends you flowers every day

and an “I love you” text every hour.

He does everything for you---you don’t have to lift a finger for anything.

Constantly tells you how amazing you are.

Essentially, he wants to baby you all the time, but he sees this week as the perfect excuse to do it even more.

Taehyung:

Gets the wrong products every. time.

Every time he offers to go, you tell him the names of the preferred products 3 times, you describe the shape of the boxes, the colors, the font, etc etc.

After he’s left, you usually text him a picture of the preferred product just to be sure.

But none of this matters: he still comes home with the wrong thing.

However, it’s usually because once he gets to the store, he gets really focused on finding other things to make you feel better.

He always, always returns with chocolate or ice cream or pie, a bouquet of flowers, a cute new plushy, a few bags of junk food, a new beauty product, and your favorite pack of gum, so you don’t get too mad.

all. the. presents.

As soon as he realizes he’s messed up (again) he rushes right out to get you what you need and the second time’s the charm.

He’s really good at recognizing when you just need to have a cryfest and get it all out, so he puts on sad movies and snuggles up with you in bed.

Holds you tight and wipes your tears away.

He really does try to brighten your mood, whether by ridiculous jokes and stories, cute gifts, or fun surprises.

But one of the things he’s best at is listening to you complain.

Anything you’re upset about, whether it’s rational or irrational, he listens intently, egging you on with the perfect incensed reactions and incredulity.

Afterwards, he kisses you softly and reminds you how wonderful you are, just to get you to smile again.

Jungkook:

One of the things that helps ease your cramps is exercise.

It also makes you feel a little less murdery.

Fortunately, you’re with someone who also loves to exercise.

It doesn’t matter how exhausted he is after long days of rehearsal and performances, he always helps you lace up your running shoes and gamely wears the matching baseball caps he bought that say “Just Do It” before the two of you head out the door again.

all. the. exercise.

Walks, runs, hikes, bicycle rides, jogging---he will go with you as often as you want.

Sometimes this means more than once a day, and yet he never complains or drags his feet. (his competitive side kicks in and he usually instigates some sort of race or challenge)

Sometimes the pain is too much, and you end up hunched over the toilet, dry-heaving when there’s nothing left in your stomach: he always holds your hair out of your face, rubs your back, kisses your temple, and then hugs you tight when you’re left weak and exhausted.

He knows that you feel really unattractive during this week, so he subtly (and not so subtly) praises you shamelessly.

Out of nowhere, he’ll wrap an arm around your waist and pull you close, rest his forehead against yours and tell you how beautiful you are.

He takes any and every excuse to kiss you.

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