#hoseok blurb

[7ndipity]

Left Your Mark

Hobi x Reader

Summary: You accidentally leave marks on Hobi’s back, so he returns the favor. A slight part 2 to this drabble, but it can also be read on its own.

Word Count: 1.4k

Warnings: +18 mdni, smut, unprotected sex(don’t do this pls) soft dom-ish Hobi, marking, not proofread

A/N: Thanks to @ygwa for requesting this! I hope you like it!

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It was still early when Hobi woke, pale blue light just beginning to seep through the curtain of his bedroom. Sleepily, he glanced over to his left, a small smile stretching across his face as he took in your sleeping form, curled tightly against his side, your head resting on his bare chest.

Careful not to disturb you, he detangled himself from you and slipped out of bed, a plan already beginning to form in his mind to surprise you with breakfast in bed.

As he made his way to the bathroom to wash up, he became aware of a faint stinging sensation on his back. Curious, he clicked on the light and turned around to examine his back in the mirror, his mouth forming a small ‘o’ in surprise before shifting into a smirk as he caught sight of his reflection.

The normally smooth expanse of his back was littered with bright red and pink lines, a vivid reminder of your activities from the night before.

A soft gasp from behind him though pulled him from his thoughts.

He looked up to see you standing in the bathroom doorway, dressed in his oversized t-shirt, also staring at his reflection in the mirror.

“Hey Honey, did I wake you?” He asked lightly.

You didn’t answer, coming over instead to inspect the marks that stretched across his skin, your expression unreadable as your fingers lightly traced over them.

“Like your handiwork?” He asked with a smirk, making you retract your hand, your face flushing in embarrassment.

“Sorry.” You said in a small voice.

Hobi turned to look at you properly, confused. “Why are you apologizing?”

“Because I hurt you.” You said, looking down.

“You didn’t hurt me, baby. To be honest,” He said, lowering his voice. “I like them. They show how good I made you feel.”

You didn’t respond, staring down at your feet shyly as you fiddled with the hem of your shirt.

He caught your hands in his own. “Look-”

He pulled you to him, guiding your arms to wrap around his torso, your hands coming to rest over the stripes along his shoulder blades.

“Look how perfectly we fit together.” He breathed in your ear, shivering from sensitivity as your fingers ghosted over the marks.

You could see the way his hands rested so naturally on your hips, pulling you closer, the way your face peeked over his shoulder as he dipped down, leaving soft, open-mouthed kisses along your neck, making your eyes darken as you stared at the two of you in the mirror.

You lost focus though when you felt him nip at the underside of your jaw, letting out a quiet gasp as he licked over the spot before sucking lightly.

“Hobi.” You whined.

“I gotta mark you up too, baby, so we match.” He cooed, his voice dropping as he added. “Need everybody to know who you belong to.”

You squeezed your thighs together, feeling a spark of arousal ignite deep in your belly at his words.

Your movements didn’t go unnoticed by him, smirking against your neck as he spoke again.

“Do you like that?” He said lowly. “You like me calling you mine?”

You whined again, pressing your face against his shoulder to hide your darkening cheeks, but he was having none of it, pulling back to catch your chin, tipping your face up to meet his gaze. “Words, Sweetheart. Tell me what you’re thinking.”

“I-I like it.” You stammered, your brain already starting to go foggy from his touch. “Like being yours.”

He broke into a wide smile, finding your flustered state absolutely adorable, capturing your lips as he pulled you tight against him.

“My sweet baby” He breathed in between each kiss. “Mine.”

His hands slipped down over the swell of your ass, smirking against your lips as he realized you were wearing anything under your(his) shirt.

He spun the two of you around so that you were now pinned between the counter and Hobi, letting out a moan as he ground against you, his growing length straining against his shorts.

You let out a squeak of surprise as he suddenly gripped your thighs, boosting you up onto the counter with surprising ease.

His lips latched onto your neck again, taking his sweet time as he trailed little kisses and bites along your skin, mumbling praises under his breath as he pushed your shirt up.

“You’re so beautiful.“ He said, almost more to himself than anything else, diving down to capture one of your nipples in his mouth, making you let out a moan, your hips twitching forward in response to grind against him, the friction of your cunt against the material of his boxers giving you a tiny bit of relief, but not nearly enough.

“Feel so good, baby.” He gripped your hip tightly, returning the action by rocking his hips into yours. “Keep making those pretty sounds for me.“

He loved how responsive you were, how needy you got, your moans coming out higher as you lightly tugged on his hair while his hands stroked your thighs.

“Hobi, need you,” You gasped. “Please.“

Hearing the desperation in your voice, his patience finally left him, drawing back just enough to free his aching length from his shorts, pre-cum already leaking from the tip.

He pushed your legs further apart, giving himself plenty of room to work as he fisted his cock a few times, staring down at your gleaming cunt before teasing the red tip through your slick folds, making you clench around nothing.

“You ready?” He asked breathlessly.

You nodded eagerly.

Your breath caught in your throat as he slowly pushed into your pulsing heat, the initial stretch still making your head spin despite having had him inside you just the night before.

When he bottomed out, he paused, watching your face closely as you both adjusted, waiting for you to give him a signal before beginning to move, keeping his strokes slow and deep at first as you relaxed around him.

“You feel so damn good, Angel, take me so well.” He groaned. “Like you were made for me.“

He dipped back down to claim your lips again, panting into your mouth as he pushed into you over and over, the sounds of your bodies colliding echoing off the walls of the bathroom.

Picking up his pace, Hobi re-angled his thrusts, precisely hitting the spot inside you that made your eyes roll back in your head with pleasure.

You wrapped your legs tightly around his hips, nails clawing at his back as you clung to him desperately, eliciting a low growl from Hobi.

“Fuck, Angel, I can feel you squeezing me so tight.“ He groaned, speeding up thrusts even more, making you start to tense up as you felt your orgasm rapidly approaching.

“Hobi,” You whined. “ ‘m close.”

“Hold on just a little longer for me, Baby, I'm almost there.“ He panted, his strokes growing sloppier and more frantic, burying his face in the crook of your neck as he chased his release.

You tried desperately to focus as he asked you, fighting against the rising tidal wave in your body, until you felt his teeth scrape against your skin as he latched onto your neck again.

Unable to hold back any longer, your vision went white as you came with a choked cry of his name, practically gushing around his cock.

Feeling you clench and spasm around him triggered Hobi’s own release almost instantly, his hips snapping forward harshly before stuttering to a halt with a deep groan, spilling his seed deep inside your twitching heat.

Hobi slumped against you as you both slowly came down, able to feel each other's racing heartbeats as they gradually slowed.

After a few moments, he drew back, staring down at you softly, taking in your dazed expression, marks blooming across your skin.

“You’re so beautiful.” He breathed.

“So are you.” You replied, smiling at him tiredly.

Careful not to overstimulate you, he pulled out slowly, groaning as a trail of his release slowly leaked out of you.

“We need to get cleaned up.” He chuckled. “You know, I was going to treat you to a nice breakfast in bed.”

“We can still do that.” You yawned, making him chuckle.

“Maybe later.” He pressed a kiss to your temple. “I think some of us might need some more sleep first.”

“Mmm, okay.” You hummed, already beginning to doze off in his arms.

He quickly helped you clean up before leading you back to bed, making sure you were situated and comfortable before quickly climbing in next to you, pulling you close.

“Sleep well, Beautiful.” He whispered, resting his head on top of yours, still wearing a faint smile as he drifted off with you.

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[holdinbacksecrets]

Hi! Can you please write BTS version of the voicemails they will send hinting their feelings? Thank you 😊

thank you for requesting 🖤

voicemails from bts, hinting feelings

namjoon: “i was in a bookstore the other day and started to imagine a book you wrote being on the shelves someday. everything you do, down to the indentation of your steps, leaves behind a story. do you remember your birthday two years ago? you drank one glass too many, and it’s like the fiction unleashed. i recorded a voice memo, but i never played it for you. i want to.”

jin: “are you scared? this morning you sounded really scared on the phone. i’m sorry i didn’t say more or say enough. i was caught off guard because you’ve never showed me scared before, not like that. i’ve seen your apprehension. i’ve seen your insecure. i’ve seen your anxiety, but this was consuming fear. i’m making dinner, and i feel like you probably haven’t eaten today… if your anxiety gives anything away about your scared. come over when you’re off. i’ll greet you with a hug and bowl of soup. or two bowls. i have cheese and bread too. the good bread. the loaf you turned me on to.”

yoongi: “you used the notes app on my phone to write out your grocery list, and i’m amused. it sounds like you’re having a conversation with yourself: right now, i want rice crispies, but i’ll probably change my mind once i’m in the cereal aisle. trust your gut, or get two boxes. you’re 26. no one is stopping you. oh! get some apple juice too. i keep having dreams about twelve year old me at a friend’s house. we’d sit at the kitchen island after school with graham crackers and apple juice, and i miss her. i miss those simple conversations. you’re so pure and magnetic. sometimes i wonder where you came from, but then i’m just glad you made it here—tumbled into my life because you did tumble. you’ve always made the story sound too elegant. the tumble was charming, i promise.”

hoseok: “you’ve been sharing recipes with me, or i guess i should say the final product of your recipes has been shared with me, repeatedly, and now i’m starting to wait for the knock on my door or the ring of a text. is that bad? i wouldn’t want you to ever think i’m demanding treats, but i love… i love the time we spend together when you bring them over, and your eyes sparkle when my expression changes because of how good everything always tastes… i love that too.”

jimin: “did you say everything you needed to yesterday? i swear your lips parted and you leaned in so many times to never say anything. i know it was a busy place, and it’s not that fun sitting at a table for twelve. but i was ready to listen. i’ll be ready at 2 am too. whatever you need. there’s something to this, right? to the ease of our conversations. you trust me?”

taehyung: “do you want to sculpt clay with me? i bought a whole bag and a bunch of tools. i thought about booking a private lesson, but i wanted my record player and access to a kitchen and the ability to get my hands dirty whenever i want to—need it. do you need it too? if not, keep me company while i try to make something?”

jungkook: “can i pick you up today? this is going to sound ridiculous, but your smell used to linger in my car, and i can’t quite make out the notes of your perfume anymore. i can imagine them, but they don’t meet me when i open the door… i can’t leave this as a voicemail on your phone. can i leave this as a voicemail on your phone? i sound insane.”

bonus: “i’m calling to tell you i’m proud of you. sometimes when we were kids, i used to think our dreams wouldn’t make it higher than the trees. i thought they’d get caught in the leaves, die on branches come winter, but look at us. look at you. you’re incredible. we did it.”

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[taetaespeaches]

showing care through tending to each other’s hair

bts x reader (ocs) genre: fluff word count: 2K

a/n: Hi lovelies! Here’s just some blurbs about bts and reader/oc tending to each other’s hair in different ways. Idk if this is executed as well as the idea I had in my head, but I hope you all like it anyway. I just think caring for one another’s hair is kind of romantic... maybe? Thanks for reading! :)) 

↬ seokjin: “What on earth did you do?” Standing at the doorway of the bathroom, you eye your boyfriend as he lowers the kitchen scissors and flashes you a bashful and guilty grin. “I don’t like when my hair covers my eyes,” he pouts cutely, making you giggle. “Those are our kitchen scissors, Seokjin,” you point out as you walk towards him to inspect his hair cutting skills. Jin turns to face you and leans against the edge of the sink, fighting desperately to not laugh at your attempt to pretend like he didn’t completely botch his hair. “How does it look?” He asks, amused by himself as you snort in response. “Your stylists are going to kill you,” you finally tell him as you trace the uneven ends of his hair with your pointer finger. “Fix it?” He suggests cutely, peering into your gaze from under the askew fringe. Gesturing for the scissors, he easily hands them over, allowing you to take over. “You should have waited for me anyway,” you giggle as his arm snakes around your waist to hold you close to him. “I have actual hair cutting shears, you know.” You watch as his plump lips curve into an amused smile as he nods at you. “This is more fun though, don’t you think?”

↬ yoongi: Your boyfriend is sleepy as he watches the basketball game, his head resting in your lap. He’s spent the first half of the game re-explaining the rules of the game to you for the umpteenth time as you toyed distractedly with his hair. It’s gotten so long, enticing you to keep brushing your fingers through it. “I think your hair is long enough to braid.” You watch as he contorts his features into a confused look that makes him resemble an old grandpa except with pouty lips. “What’s that look for?” You question as he holds back a grin. “Why would I need to braid it?” Rolling your eyes, you comb your fingers through his soft strands. “Why not?” you counter before sectioning his hair into three pieces. As you thread the pieces together, Yoongi’s head becomes heavier against your thighs, his breathing deepening. Intertwining his hair a few more times, you smile to yourself and the pretty braid on the side of his head. “See? I told you,” you tell him, holding the braid together between your fingertips. He simply smiles lazily as he pretends to ignore you, much too enthralled by the dribbling of the ball. Unraveling the strands and brushing them out, you begin again, repeating the motions over and over. Looking up at the game, you watch as one of the players gets fouled and takes to the free throw line. “Wait, why do they get to shoot for that foul but the other guy didn’t?” You ask, getting no response. Peering down at the man, you find he’s been lulled to sleep by the gentle touches on his hair. Grinning at him, you continue braiding his dark hair, happy to see Yoongi so relaxed in your lap.

↬ hoseok: “What are you looking at?” your boyfriend asks over your shoulder as you sit on the kitchen stool, peering down at the phone that holds your attention. Gasping and tugging the device against your chest, you look over your shoulder at his pretty smiling face. “Can’t a girl get some privacy with her second boyfriend?” You tease, Hoseok immediately tsking in disapproval and shaking his head. “You’re so mean,” he playfully complains as you lower the phone to let him see the images you’re scrolling through. “I want to change my hair,” you tell him as he scrutinizes the different hairstyles. He oohs in excitement taking the seat next to you and leaning over your body, touching his pointer finger to the screen and swiping through your options. “Wah,” he suddenly exhales as though he was overwhelmed just by the thought of you with the style displayed. “You’d look really sexy with this,” he kisses your shoulder, causing a small smile to tug on your lips. “A bob? You think I should go that short?” You ask skeptically. “If you want,” she shrugs. “I think it would look really good.” Smiling at him, you deposit the phone on the counter and rise to your feet to stand in front of your boyfriend, squeezing yourself between his thighs. Draping your forearms over his shoulders, you bend just enough to leave a kiss to the apple of his pretty cheeks. “You always think I’m sexy though,” you point out, Hoseok giggling in amusement. “Because you are,” he replies, wrapping his arms around the back of your thighs and tugging you closer to him as he beams. “But still, I like the bob.”

↬ namjoon: You watch in amusement as Namjoon struggles to twist the top of his water bottle off. When he looks across the kitchen island at you with wide innocent eyes, you have to fight back your giggle. Reaching out your hand, he reluctantly places the bottle in your grasp. “Arm day?” You ask as you screw the cap a little, just enough to hear the cracks of it opening. “They’re dead,” he sighs, taking the bottle back from you when you hand it over. “Thank you.” Smiling at him, you tilt your head to the side. “You look like you need to relax for a bit,” you tell him, the man giving you a soft smile. “Let me wash your hair for you.” His eyebrows lift in surprise as he runs a hand through the soft strands. “What? Really?” Nodding at him, you start walking toward the bathroom. “Come on,” you gesture down the hall, telling him to follow you. He does, like a giddy puppy, following wherever you tell him. His face is all crescent eyes, a beautiful smile, and cute dimples as you turn on the water to let it warm up. “We need to give your massive arms a rest,” you tease, though being sincere. Namjoon scoffs but smiles in embarrassed flattery, his expression handsome and slightly goofy.  “Let me take care of you, babe.” You love taking care of him, and it’s not often that you get to dote on him in such a way. He shakes his head and squeezes his eyes shut bashfully, but follows his shyness by taking his shirt off and stepping toward you a bit more confidently. Perhaps you didn’t think this plan through.

↬ jimin: Standing in front of the bathroom mirror brushing your hair, you catch Jimin’s reflection entering the bathroom with his eyes glued to you. “Want help?” He asks through a stunning smile, making you lower the brush and lift your eyebrows in expectation. “You wanna help me, angel?” You ask, Jimin appearing behind you and nodding. “Let me see.” You hand him the brush and tilt your head back slightly to give him better access to the strands. His strokes are gentle as he drags the bristles against your hair, taking his time. There is no rush, as though he would love nothing more than to stand just like this until you feel completely relaxed. Jimin has always been so doting and nurturing, always caring for you in any way he can. Shutting your eyes, you allow yourself to fully appreciate his soothing motions. That is until he giggles, making you pop your eyes open to find him in the mirror smiling in amusement. “I need you to stand up straight, Dear, you’re kind of melting into me here,” he laughs, placing a hand on your hip and guiding you forward. “Sorry,” you smile, realizing you had relaxed completely into his body. However, you immediately miss the feeling of his warmth, this time taking an intentional step back against him. “Dear,” he giggles, giving up and resting his chin against your shoulder. Laughing happily, you turn into his frame and hug your arms around his slim waist. “Sorry,” you say again, this time less sincere as you smile against his neck before leaving a kiss to the spot. “No you’re not,” he retorts, wrapping an arm around your shoulders. “No, I’m not.”

↬ taehyung: Eyeing the ends of your hair, you sigh. “I need a trim,” you pout from your spot on the bed as Taehyung hangs some clothes in the closet. “Want me to do it?” He teases from across the room, a small smile on his face as he finds amusement in his own joking. “Could you?” You suddenly ask, gaining his full attention as he snaps his head in your direction, his smile dropping into a blank expression. “What?” He asks in confusion, lowering the shirt and hanger to his side. “Just the ends,” you clarify, fighting back the smile that wants to break through in response to his concern. “I was kidding,” he points out. “I’ve never cut hair before.” You can see the gears in his head turning as he tries to figure out if you’re in your right mind. “There’s a first time for everything,” you shrug. Taehyung’s expression softens slightly as he cracks a small smile, still in disbelief of this interaction. “Peaches,” he sighs, making you giggle. “Dearest,” you reply with a grin. You know the idea of trying something new excites him, and perhaps that’s why you’re pressuring your boyfriend with no hairdressing experience to trim your ends. You’re prepared to tell him how good he is at it just to watch the confidence fill up his stature in that way you love. “You’re losing it,” he then grins as you stand from the bed and make your way towards him. He hangs the shirt just before you reach him and settle your hands on his hips. “Oh, I’m batshit, baby,” you joke. Resting his arms on top of your shoulders, he leans toward you, his lips almost touching yours. “And if I fuck it up?” You shrug again, Taehyung’s face opening into a wide boxy beam. “It’s just hair, Tae.” Pushing yourself forward, you leave a soft kiss to his lips, appreciating the way he has to break away because he’s smiling just a bit too much.

↬ jungkook: Sitting on top of the bathroom counter, you toss your head back in laughter, attempting to catch your breath as Jungkook stares past you and into the mirror with his bambi eyes. A streak of blue sits across his forehead as he asks, “Do you know what you’re doing?” With your blue-stained glove-covered hands held out to the side, you pull a face of offense. “No, but when has that ever mattered?” you question him, watching as a boyish smile overtook his features. “You’ve literally dyed your own hair before, and you’re worried about me.” He glances from his reflection to you as he sighs. “Do I look hot yet?” He asks, pulling a giggle from your lips. “Super hot.” When Jungkook mentioned wanting to dye his hair blue the other day, you jumped on the opportunity to do it for him. Wiping the blue from his forehead, you whisper a quick apology. “I’ll be more careful,” you grin guiltily. “Remember, you’re next,” he warns, flashing a mischievous smile, making you bite your lower lip in thought. “That was not part of the plan,” you argue as you place more dye onto his hair, only for him to take a step away from you to shoot a glare your way. “We’d be couple goals, babe.” Rolling your eyes, you cocked your head to the side, Jungkook mimicking your sassy stance. “We gotta match.” With a sigh, you relent, never really being that against the idea, and never being able to deny him anyway. “Fine. But you’re not done yet,” you nod for him to come closer again. “We’re gonna be so hot together,” he whispers to himself, making you giggle as you get back to work on his hair.

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[stylesluxx]

your sibling is a fan — bts

[warnings: in jk’s the reader’s parents are against tattoos but aren’t mean]

summary: in which your sibling is a fan | requested!

word count: 2,333

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kim seokjin

"Don't be nervous; my parents are super nice and my brother is a dork. He'll probably embarrass himself before you embarrass yourself," You smiled, trying to cheer up your anxiety-ridden boyfriend.

"Y/N, really?" He whined and dragged a hand down his face causing you to giggle.

"I'm just kidding handsome. But seriously, he's such a dork."

You use the key you kept after moving out to let the two of you into your family home, immediately greeted by the smell of food and your dad asking if that was you.

"Yeah, it's me and Jin, Dad," You answered as you slipped off your shoes by the door and put on some slippers. "Look they even bought you a pair," You whispered to Jin as you pointed them out.

His ears turned red, making you giggle again and rub his arm.

"Perfect timing, we just finished the food," Your mom greeted you happily as she walked into the living room.

"Mom, this is Seokjin, my boyfriend. Jin, this is my mom," You introduced the two with a big smile. "Oh, and this is my dad," You added as he entered the room.

"It's nice to meet you both; Y/N talks about you every day," Jin speaks up softly while shaking both of their hands one at a time.

"The feeling is mutual, Seokjin. Our Y/N talks about you with great reverence."

"Oh, you guys can just call me Jin."

"Big word, Mom," You teased at the same time as Jin.

She playfully rolled her eyes at you. "Go upstairs and get your brother. Jin, come sit at the table."

Jin looked back down at you but your parents had already walked into the dining room. You gently pushed him in their direction and went upstairs to get your baby brother.

You knocked on his door and waited for a response before opening. "Hey, Kid."

"Hey, is your 'date' here?"

"Yeah but why the quotes around 'date?'"

"Because you and I both know... you can't get a date."

"Yeah, well, put some deodorant on before you come downstairs to meet him."

"I'm sure your invisible boyfriend will be okay with some manly stench," He said as he rolled off the bed and led you out of his room.

"You're 14, what part of you is manly?"

"My skincare idol!" Your brother gasped as he walked into the dining room.

"Huh?"

Your brother turned back around to face you. "How much did you pay to get him to come here tonight? Did you sell the house? Are we homeless?"

"What are you talking about, Kid?"

"That's Kim Seokjin-"

"He prefers just Jin."

"There's no way you're dating him."

"I am though, so if you'll excuse me-"

"No, there's no way I'm not sitting next to him."

Your brother quickly walked back into the dining room and you could hear him apologizing for his behavior and introducing himself.

You followed behind him with a confused look on your face, one that your parents matched from their seats at the heads of the table.

"So, where do you know him from?" Your dad asked your brother.

"I researched his skincare routine. His nickname is literally 'Worldwide Handsome.' How do you think I have the perfect skin?"

Jin chuckled shyly as his ears turned red again, clearly not wanting your parents to find out about his nickname (at least during the first meeting).

"Ah, don't be embarrassed Jin," Your mom quickly chimed in.

You smirked, knowing just how you could get back at your little brother for all his trash talk and doubt.

"Yeah Jin, at least you wore deodorant today. The kid didn't."

min yoongi

"So, when's this guy supposed to be here? He's late," Your older brother asked, clearly unimpressed.

"He's actually not late. Dinner starts at 7:00, it's 6:00."

You changed the channel on the tv, not caring that his favorite show was on.

"You're annoying."

"You're irritating."

"Aggravating."

"Irksome."

"Who even says that? Your loser boyfriend some word genius and teaches you new words?" Your brother scoffed and snatched the remote out of your lap.

You turned to look at him with a shit-eating grin. "Yeah, actually."

Yoongi rings the bell as you're setting the table with your parents, who have already met Yoongi. Your mom is humming excitedly at seeing him again; she's happy your dad can finally talk about basketball with someone other than her. She does love Yoongi, but your father's rambling is just... a lot.

"Y/N why is Agust D at our door?"

You dropped everything and practically ran to the door to greet your boyfriend.

"Hi Yoongs," You hummed in his ear as you pulled him into a tight hug.

"What in the world is happening?" You could hear your brother mumble behind you.

"Hi Pretty," Yoongi chuckled at your excitement. "How are you? How was your day?"

"It was good, just missed you a lot," You sighed as you pulled away from him.

"Enough hogging, let us hug him too!" Your mom teased making the two of you laugh.

Once you reluctantly stepped away from Yoongi, your mom pulled him into a hug, and then your dad, both expressing how happy they were to see him again.

"So, you didn't tell me you were dating a rapper. My favorite rapper at that," Your brother mumbled to you.

"Didn't think it was important and I also didn't know," You shrugged.

"You're kinda... goated for bringing Agust D home," He said and pat you on the head.

You chuckled and rolled your eyes. "Yoongi, you have a fan."

jung hoseok

"Can you try to eat more of your vegetables please?" Your mom asked your little sister.

"Mom, you kinda just have to let me do my thing. I'm not a kid anymore," Your little sister huffed.

You quickly put a hand over your mouth to cover your laughter. "Babe, you're 10," You reminded her through a snicker.

"But, I deserve some independence! Right? Tell them J-Hope," She tried to argue.

You didn't mean to laugh, it was just so cute. The dark eyeliner and dark clothes to imitate Hobi's Jack in the Box phase but she was just a baby in your eyes; your baby sister that was still in her Hope World phase.

"Babe, you can call him Hobi," You told her softly.

"Really?" She asked, her eyes lighting up.

Hobi nodded and gave her a big smile. "But only if you finish your vegetables," He bargained.

"Deal!"

You placed a hand on his lap and smiled up at him gratefully. "Love you," You mouthed and in return, he leaned down and pecked your temple.

"Well, that settles it," Your dad speaks up. "Welcome to the family, Hobi."

kim namjoon

You're genuinely shocked that your older sister knows who Namjoon is. His music isn't her style and she's so much older than you, so you don't know who introduced her to BTS in general.

"Joon, this is my big sister. This is Namjoon, the guy I'm always talking about." Your arm was wrapped around Namjoon's waist, head against his shoulder as you introduced them.

"Oh, so this is 'Joon,'" Your sister hummed and nodded her head. "It's nice to meet you. You're much more handsome in person."

"What?" You blurted out. "I've never shown you pictures of him."

"Girl... this is RM from BTS. I don't live under a rock," She scoffed. "One of my girlfriends on Facebook-"

"Oh, you're so old. Facebook?" You gasped.

"She posted about him and it was love at first sight. Everyone with eyes has a crush on him, come on Y/N. Let's be serious. And he's smart. He'll be good for you."

You let out a breathy laugh as you looked up at your bulky boyfriend to see him smiling confidently. "Um... I see introductions weren't necessary."

"Anyway, Joon, can I call you that?" Your sister ignored you and took his arm to lead him away.

"Sure," He nodded.

"Great, let's talk about some of your greatest lyrics. My personal favorite is..."

park jimin

You two sat in Jimin's car, mentally preparing to go in and meet your family.

It wasn't like your family was embarrassing or they were bad people or anything like that.

"It's just that... she's a hardcore ARMY. Like, decked out in purple, bleeds purple type of thing. So, if she faints, don't freak out," You explained to your boyfriend as he looked at you with wide eyes.

"Right," He nodded slowly. "Should I call an ambulance if she faints?"

"Oh, no, don't worry. We have a routine for her fainting episodes. There's nothing wrong with her, by the way, she's just really high-strung. But she's a good kid. You'll love her," You promised and took his hand in yours.

He nodded confidently, looking ready to head in. You leaned in to peck his lips, but a knock at your window, made you jump and turn to look back at the perpetrator.

"Hey Tiny, you scared me," You smiled toothlessly at your little sister.

"Yeah, and the lights on the car are freaking out Dad. When are you coming in?"

"Sorry, we're coming," You apologized and Jimin cleared his throat to let out a quiet apology.

Your sister took a closer look at him, eyes growing to the size of saucers.

"Please don't faint right now," You mumbled to her.

She cleared her throat and stood up straight. "Me? Faint? Yeah right, Big," She tried to play cool. "But, uh, you didn't tell me that your boyfriend was Jimin."

You side-eyed her, "Uh, yes I did. I told you on FaceTime that I had a boyfriend. You asked what his name was. I said 'Jimin' and then you laughed in my face and hung up on me."

She let out an awkward chuckle and scratched the back of her neck. "Right, well... we're waiting for you."

The two of you in the car, watched your sister scurry off into the house. It was at this moment you could see she had purple highlights in her hair and she was wearing Shooky slippers, making you facepalm and let out a sigh.

"Well, she didn't faint," Jimin spoke up and rubbed your arm.

"Let's not hold our breath on that."

kim taehyung

Between Taehyung and your family, you were jazzed out.

Your parents grew up listening to jazz music so it's always been a big part of your life and love it. Your sister even became a jazz singer.

Jazz isn't as popular as other genres but she's one of the most notable figures of her genre.

And Taehyung? Taehyung plays her all of the time. Ever since you told him you were sisters, he's been pushing to meet your family (more than he already had been).

You're pretty sure he heard the music playing from the driveway, that's how loud the music was.

Your dad claims "Jazz always sets the proper tone." And maybe he was right because Taehyung was all smiles when he walked into the house.

He wasn't his normal shy self as you introduced him to everyone. Especially not with your sister; they got along swimmingly.

"I'm such a huge fan, you have no idea. I've been wanting you meet you for a long time, all of you guys," Taehyung spoke earnestly, hand over his heart.

"The feeling is more than mutual. Y/N tells us that you love jazz," Your sister smiles warmly. "I'm a big fan as well. I've recorded some covers of your songs but I haven't released them."

"That means so much to me," Taehyung smiles, somehow, even bigger than before.

You swoon quietly at the interaction, happy that everyone's being kind and warm. It's so sweet, you kind of don't mind the loud jazz music playing anymore.

You watch them interact, swap the numbers of their managers and go on and on about their love for music.

"He's a keeper Y/N," Your sister winks at you.

"I'm pretty sure you're supposed to be hyping me up but okay."

jeon jungkook

"Woah, who's the dude at the dinner table?" Your sister asked as she walked in.

"You're late," Your dad stated briskly.

"Sorry," She mumbled sheepishly and sat across from you. "Hey, Sissy. Who's the guy?"

"You know he can hear you?" You chuckled.

"Wassup?" She nodded.

"I'm Jungkook, Y/N's boyfriend. It's nice to meet you, finally," Jungkook smiles at your sister.

"I'm sure you know my name. Y/N likes to act like I'm her kid but we're Irish twins. It's nice to meet you, Jungkook. I like your music by the way."

"Thank you."

Dinner was going well until your sister rolled up her sleeves, revealing a new tattoo.

"Oops," She mumbled.

"I thought we said no more tattoos," Your mom sighed, making you wince and put your head in your hands.

Your parents weren't the biggest fans of tattoos, they just didn't understand why someone would permanently mark their body. But your sister was rebellious. Well, you wouldn't even say that, she just did what she wanted.

"Well, I thought you meant no more tattoos as long as I lived here. That's why I moved out," She shrugged.

"I can't believe-"

"How many tattoos do you have?" Jungkook asked, cutting your dad's complaint off, causing you to look up from your hands.

"Oh, well, I honestly plan on having a sleeve. So, one piece but I've had five sessions," Your sister says sheepishly, looking down at her dinner plate.

"Cool. I have a sleeve. I can show you later if you'd like?" Jungkook offered and you looked over at your sister.

Her face lit up like a little kid getting ice cream and your face started to mirror hers.

"Yeah definitely. That'd be so cool," She nodded.

"We can go to our apartment then," You suggested, trying to respect your parents.

Once the situation fizzled out, you turned and pecked Jungkook's arm, making him look down at you puzzled.

"You're the best. She's probably your biggest fan now. After me, of course."

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[mintelepathy]

“Keep it, it looks better on you anyway”

brother's best friend jungkook

genre: fluff and some sexual tension from jungkook riding a motorcycle

word count: 1.2k

summary: a night out with your friends goes wrong and your brother's bestfriend ends up giving you a ride on his motorcycle

part 2

mlist

Come to the party, it'll be fun, your best friend said almost three hours ago. Maybe that could have been the case if it wasn't for the fact that you lost said friend the second you went through the door, were left alone for thirty minutes until the police showed up, so now you were trying to run away and hide from the authorities because the last thing you need right now is being taken to the police station.

To make things worse, you had no idea where you were, there is no sight of anyone who can give you a ride. It seems like everyone else just vanished, and your phone is nowhere to be found, just great.

You have been walking for about ten minutes when you heard someone with a motorbike approaching and slowing down to keep your pace at a safe distance.

“Hey _!” someone shouted your name and you turned your head to the familiar voice at your side.

“Jungkook?” you asked confused because you couldn’t see him well with the helmet on.

He made his way towards you, stopped in front of your now stilled body, took off his helmet, and yes, there he was.

Jungkook is no stranger to you, but you wouldn’t consider him a close friend either, he is your brother’s best friend so you are used to seeing him at your brother’s when you go visit him, which is quite often since you have a loving sister and older brother’s relationship with him. You two were inseparable as kids but then years passed, and you moved to Seattle for your studies while he stayed in Preston, where you grew up.

But back to Jungkook, you can’t deny the man’s beauty, you may even admit you had a little crush on him when you met him four years ago, but then you realized you had zero chance when your brother mentioned that he had a girlfriend. A girlfriend you never met though.

As far as you knew Jungkook was still living in Preston too, so what was he doing there?

“The one and only,” he said as he gave you one of his close-mouthed smiles. Damn, how can someone be so hot and cute at the same time? Ok, shut up conscience.

“What are you doing here?” you asked him as you smile at him too, seems like it is contagious.

“I live here” he might have noticed the confusion on your face because then he added, “We are in Preston _”

“No way! seriously?” you asked him while moving your head like crazy trying to understand why you didn’t find the place familiar since you grew up there, “Well, that explains why it took us a while to get here, I swear I’m not drunk I just didn’t pay attention in our way here”

“Believe me, I know you are not drunk” he let out a cute chuckle, “come here, let’s get out of here” he said as he motioned you to get behind him on the motorbike.

You doubted for a second because you had so many questions, but it was a late and cold night, and honestly, you wouldn’t mind the company and the free ride.

“Put this on, you’ll need it” he said as he took off his jacket and handed it to you, “this too” then he handed his helmet.

“Oh no, you need it” he had already given you his jacket and now he wants to give you the only helmet he has, maybe it is the bare minimum but these little details really warm your heart.

“Just take it, please” the expression on his face said it all, there was no way he would let you go on a ride without the helmet, so it was useless to fight him.

You put the helmet on, and tried to clip it but you just couldn’t.

You were just embarrassing yourself at this point.

“Let me” he gently moved your hair out of the way and helped you.

For some reason, you couldn’t take your eyes off his face while he clipped the helmet for you. Ok, you admit it, maybe you still have a little crush on him, “Ready, hop on now and hold on tight” He didn’t have to ask you twice, you would do anything the man said, if something was sure it was that you could trust a hundred percent in him.

You hopped on the motorbike, and hold him hesitantly by the waist. He didn’t say anything, he just grabbed your hands and place them well around his waist, your torso completely pressed to his back.

Your heart might have just jumped a little.

“Don’t let go, ok?” you just nodded.

He turned the engine on and started riding. You had no idea where he was going but you couldn’t care less.

It was your first time on a motorbike and you would have never thought how much you’ll love the feeling of being in one, twenty-five minutes passed, maybe thirty, you had no idea, but you didn’t want him to stop. The cold air hitting your body had never felt better.

You noticed where you were once you felt him slow down, you were in Seattle.

Jungkook had just ridden all the way just to bring you home.

“I’m gonna need you to be my GPS now _” he said as he placed one of his hands on top of yours, “your hands are freezing”  

“I don’t really feel them so it’s okay” you joked and you felt his torso move as he laughed, keeping his hand there and just removing it when necessary.

You guided him to your apartment and arrived in five minutes. You still couldn’t believe he had just brought you home from Preston.

He stopped the motorbike and you both hopped off carefully.

He gestured for you to get closer and help you again with the helmet.

“This is insane, you just wasted like forty minutes of your time just to bring me home, I don’t even know what time is it, probably really late, so thank you” you gave him a quick hug, “Oh take this”

He stopped you the moment you started taking his jacket off, “Keep it, it looks better on you anyway”

What’s that sudden heat in your cheeks? Were you blushing? Oh please, no.

You gave a few steps back as you bite your lip unconsciously.

“So, do you have to go anywhere else now?” you asked him, not wanting him to leave.

“Nowhere specifically, probably find a gas station first if I’ll go back home” you watched his Adam’s apple move as he swallowed hard. Was he nervous? Why would he be nervous? you asked yourself.

You can’t believe you are about to ask him these, geez he has a girlfriend, you and your impulsive thoughts, “Do you- Do you want to stay the night? It’s late and you are probably tired, it was a long ride and it’s cold. We could drink some hot coffee if you want”

Oh no, you didn’t like that look on his face.

Jungkook hesitated for a second, not because he didn’t want to stay, but because he remembered a little detail, he likes you, and you are his best friend’s sister, what would he think if he knew that he spent the night with you?

He noticed the worry on your face and before you could say anything he thought fuck it, “Yeah, sure, if you don’t mind”

If he only knew…

♡

I'm thinking of making a second part for this so let me know what you think yay (and if you want to be tagged)

Ooookkk, it's been so long since I logged in on this account and I'm back, I realized today how much I missed it so you'll probably see me posting more often😊

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[whiteteadreams]

Hi! Can i request something like the reader wants to suck Wonho's nipples?

I was thinking a lot about this...🥴🥴

You Want to What?

Pairing: Shin Hoseok (Wonho) x Female Reader

Word Count: 1.4k 

Warnings: Fluff, mature language/cursing, smut, not 100% proofread

Smut Warnings: Body worship (m receiving), nipple play (both m and f receiving), groping, dry humping, coming in pants

a/n- i am so sorry this took so long to write but thank you for being patient with me and um this is something that plagues my mind CONSTANTLY like tysm for requesting that. .

anyways- pls enjoy the blurb

He was somehow even more shocked when he heard you repeat it. “But, why? Why would you want to suck my nipples?” What a stupid question. “Look at them! They’re perfect.” Hoseok had backed away from your curious hands that had started to reach for his chest, but his lower back had hit the kitchen counter.

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“You want to what?” Hoseok’s eyebrows were mixed in with his hairline and his cheeks were the reddest they have ever been once your request met his ears. “I want to suck your nipples.”

“You like to suck on my boobs and nipples, so why can’t I do the same with yours?” He didn’t respond, his eyes were casted down, presumably looking at his own chest. “I mean, I guess you could. Are we gonna do this right now or next time we have sex?” Even his ears were flushed with embarrassment as he looked back up at you, he saw that your eyes were blown with lust and that those same eyes weren’t looking at his face.

“I don’t want to wait but since this is going to be new for you, we can do it whenever you want.” Hoseok thought about it for a few seconds, flexing his pecs and then releasing them, watching them under his shirt. He looked almost insecure, which was the last thing he should ever feel.

Looking up from his chest, he made eye contact with you, and although you were wet at the thought of playing with his chest like he does yours, you offered him a gentle smile. He received the message subconsciously and nodded.

He was the first one to take a step towards you, but you weren’t far behind. Your lips met first and your hands were placed on his firm chest, you always laid them there when you kissed but this seemed different.

Normally, your hands would stay flat on his chest, but this time you squeezed around his mounds and listened to the gasp that escaped his mouth. It caused your lips to disconnect, and you leaned back to look at him. “Do you want to keep going?” This was new for him, and you didn’t want to rush anything.

“Please, don’t stop.” You just smirked and started walking backwards, out of the kitchen and towards the living room. Hoseok immediately followed you, close enough for your hands to reach out and grab the hem of his muscle tee.

Hoseok came closer to reconnect your lips but before you let him do that, you pulled his shirt up and over his head, revealing what you’ve been drooling over since you’ve met him. His pecs. “Fuck, Hoseok, I love your tits.” You saw the blush that appeared on his face and then bent down to bring your lips to the level which his right nipple was.

Instead of instantly wrapping your lips around the bud, you used it to trace your lips, feeling the slight tickle the friction brought. You could feel Hoseok’s eyes looking down at you, almost curiously. But he was still self-conscious. “Hey um, Y/n can we move this to the couch or bedroom so we aren’t standing in the middle room, and can you take your shirt off too?”

You giggled at his shyness, but still led him to your couch. Pushing him to sit down, you stood up long enough to take off your own shirt, and then straddled his lap. He gasped once the heat of your cunt was up against his hardening dick. Although you had on sweats and Hoseok, a pair of loose basketball shorts, you could still feel each other.

“Y/n, please, need you.” He bucked his hips up into yours, trying to receive any kind of friction he could get, but you weren’t done playing with him, worshipping him. “Hm, I’m not done yet though.” He just whined and clenched his hands into fists, trying to keep his hips still.

You let your hands wander around his firm chest, feeling the muscles jump and tense underneath your palms. The man underneath you kept switching his gaze between your roaming hands making contact to his chest or your curious eyes. But when he felt you pinch his nipples his head fell back and his eyes closed, enjoying the new feeling of pleasure and slight pain. When you pinched a bit tighter his mouth fell open and his hips rose up. When you tweaked his nipple sharper and sharper a long moan was released from the back of his throat that turned into a whimper.

When you released his nipples, Hoseok could still feel the pain linger and his nipples and areolas were left slightly puffy. The pleasurable sting, however, was quickly soothed by a warm and wet feeling. He looked down at you and the sight itself made his cock twitch. Your lips were enclosed around his left nipple and his right was being rubbed by the pad of your thumb.

Whimpers were heard coming from Hoseok, who seemingly enjoyed this, maybe even more than you. Which was hard to believe with how much arousal was starting to drip down your thighs, surely visible through your sweatpants. “Why didn’t we do this sooner?” Hoseok choked out as you rolled your hips into his, your mouth switching to the other nipple, leaving the other covered in spit. Too focused on the inner goal you had, to make Hoseok cum like this, to answer his question.

You knew that he was already being stimulated from the attention his nipples were receiving but to make him cum in his pants, you were going to have to speed up your hips and add more pressure. So, that’s exactly what you did, and Hoseok’s cries were enough to let you know that he was enjoying this.

Taking a break on sucking the buds, you started to suck the skin of his pecs, aiming to leave marks on the mounds. After sucking particularly deep on some spots, you made sure to lick over it to ease the forming bruise, always catching his nipple in the trail of your tongue.

You did this while you continuously rolled your hips into his, the two of you were humping each other like animals in heat at this point, only thinking about the chase of your release and making it to the edge or euphoria. Finally giving his now swollen and bruised chest a break, your once occupied lips made their way up to him, something Hoseok has been praying for, just to feel your lips on his again.

“Y/n, I’m gonna cum in my fucking pants if you keep doing that.” Hoseok moaned into your mouth, you smiled with an open mouth too fucked out, without even having him in you, to comprehend anything anymore. You finally got to live out the fantasy that always made its way into your head when you were getting yourself off. “I want you to- you to cum in your pants, for me.”

Feeling your sweatpants pull with each thrust caused your panties to rub against your clit, with the feeling of Hoseok being pressed up against you, you were getting close as well. “I’m gonna cum too Hoseok. So close.”

Your nails dug into his scalp, his hips snapping into yours, and soon the both of you were crying out into the other’s mouth, lust blown eyes, the aroma of sex, the bruises blooming on Hoseok’s chest, all of it got to you and you couldn’t hold off anymore. The dam within you burst and you were cumming on top of Hoseok, him following quickly after you.

When your highs subsided, the aura was different on both of your sides, while Hoseok’s was slight embarrassment from how much he liked that, and yours was from your ego being stroked, the ability to make Hoseok cum in his pants was something you’d never not pat yourself on the back for. “Thank you for letting me do that, I really enjoyed it and it seems like you did too.” He smiled and looked down at the crotch of his shorts, seeing a dark spot made his eyes shoot up to yours, not wanting to see his mess.

“Don’t worry baby, it just means you liked it, and I know I did.” Your grin made Hoseok slightly worried of what else was circling in your head but if any of it was like this, he couldn’t wait to try it, in fact, “Can we do this again sometime soon?”

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[cloudykaii]

ok but imagine how absolutely insane the boys would go if they saw 8th member yn with ANOTHER hickey but this time it was real 😳😳 praying for her rn

You didn’t even notice it this time, it was an accident. Certainly if you had, you would never have just walked into the practice room with it so clearly obvious. Well.. maybe it wasn’t clearly obvious.. since only one of them was on your neck in sight and the top of the other was just peeking out from the neckline of your shirt. You were just looking on your phone when you heard the sigh. “Y/N, sweetheart, please go wash the makeup off, we all know it’s a prank.”

Your head came up and you frowned at Jin. “What are you talking about? I thought we were having practice I didn’t put on any makeup?” You walked over to look in the mirrors anyways, just to check and make sure you weren’t crazy, there was nothing on your face. 

Jungkook just raised an eyebrow. “You’re telling me that all of that is supposed to be real?”

That just made your frown further. “Okay, I know I’m adorable, but this is really aggressive for complimenting someone and honestly, I’m starting to feel like I’m walking into a trap. What in the world are you talking about?”

Having head enough, Taehyung walked over, licking his finger and rubbing at your neck, making you yelp and smack his arm, jumping away from him. “What are you doing?!” He just frowned before moving closer to try again. 

“It’s not coming off,” he said like he was genuinely confused, and the lack of answers you were getting was starting to make you frustrated, and you smacked his hand again, rubbing your neck. “What? My skin? Yeah, it’s supposed to be there, dipshit! Why are you trying to rub my neck with your sandpaper hands?” You cursed, stepping away from him. 

Yoongi let out a long sigh, and walked over to you, grabbing your hand to drag you to the mirror, and then grabbing your chin to make you look there before tapping your neck on your reflection, and your eyes widened when you finally saw the deep purple hickey on your neck. “Has that been there the whole time?” you gasped, turning to him with one hand over your mouth. 

Yoongi scoffed. “Well none of us put it there!”

“I wanna know who did,” Jin called from the corner again, and the room went silent. You chuckled nervously. “What if I told you guys that I was acting this whole time and that this is makeup just with a really good setting spray?”

“You’re not an actress for a reason, sweetheart,” Yoongi smiled, gently pushing you by the shoulder towards the rest of the boys. “Start talking.”

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[surveilenceysystem]

Jimin: Hewwo.

Hoseok: Hihiiiiii!

Taehyung: Greetings, Humans.

Namjoon: Three kinds of people.

Jungkook: I want pudding.

Yoongi: Four kinds of people.

Seokjin: WHAT’S UP FUCKERS?

Namjoon: Five kinds of people.

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[dollydaisies]

wanna be able to navigate this BTS section? take a look at this!

⭑ - personal favorite ୨୧ - nsfw ♡ - fluff ᘒ - angst eventually, there will be sections for every member, but look up [name] fluff/smut/angst/headcanons/whatever if you are looking for something specific and don't wanna scroll!

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"do you just want, like, ALL OF THEM...?"

waiting for ot8 headcanons, blurbs, mtl, etc. to be added...

AH, it's KIM NAMJOON (김남준)! how is he intimidating, but not intimidating?

rage and regret. (req) ᘒ

it's KIM SEOKJIN (김석진)! he will never age, will he?

waiting for headcanons, blurbs, mtl, etc. to be added...

wow, MIN YOONGI (민윤기)... i would love to be his friend.

waiting for headcanons, blurbs, mtl, etc. to be added...

it's really true that JUNG HOSEOK (정호석) is the personification of the sun.

waiting for headcanons, blurbs, mtl, etc. to be added...

oh, PARK JIMIN (박지민)? he's so pretty for no reason.

waiting for headcanons, blurbs, mtl, etc. to be added...

do NOT put me in the same room as KIM TAEHYUNG (김태형) unless you want it to be stinky and SWEATY in there.

waiting for headcanons, blurbs, mtl, etc. to be added...

still processing the fact that JEON JUNGKOOK (전정국) made seven!

waiting for headcanons, blurbs, mtl, etc. to be added...

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[singguks]

la vie en rose → jung hoseok.

synopsis. life feels dull and colorless until you spot him dancing, that alone is enough to start a fire in your heart.

pairing. hoseok | reader 

genre. dance au, fluff 

word count. 2636

warnings. just dancer hoseok really, he does the job. that and his adorableness!!

rating. PG-13

a/n. to the dearest @narimiese ♡ may your life be filled with joy and countless sparks; hobi's especially!! happy birthday, beautiful!

You had been inside that subway for twenty minutes now. 

Twenty minutes of staring at its window absentmindedly while listening to some random playlist in search of new music, or just new inspiration really. Lately, life had been moving slowly, with a bunch of unwanted breaks just like the course of the subway you found yourself in. It felt like never arriving home. 

Nothing new or out of the ordinary seemed to happen to you recently, and with a heavy sigh, you skip yet another song on the device you held firmly between your hands. Am I just tired?, the thought crosses your mind, but no. That wasn’t it, and you knew it. A dormant spark traveled through your body, ready to ignite. You just didn’t know when or for what. 

The wagon softly hit the brakes again, another stop. Your eyes go from your cellphone, to check the hours, to the window once more. 

The scenery before you is beautiful; the night sky engulfs the huddle of buildings, and neon lights start to shine giving the street all the colors it needed to feel alive. You feel the urge to take a picture, as the street in question finds itself rather empty for the grand Seoul you knew by heart, but one of the buildings—a smaller one in height that was just straight across your sight—felt busy, making a beautiful contrast. 

One of the few alight windows caught your attention, and that’s the reason why you stop in the middle of completing the movement to take the so-desired photo. Inside the framed window there’s this guy, dancing. He seems so absorbed in what he’s doing, so happy, so free, that the moment feels almost magical; his dancing matches the tune playing softly in your ears, and without even realizing a smile forms on your features. Suddenly it’s like you are looking at the world through tinted glasses while looking at him. Like you were able to find this secret door to another universe entirely. 

But the subway goes on, and you are forced to return to reality. Back to the journey full of breaks, cut by sighs in between. 

You are unable to shake the feeling, however, or the image of the dancer. 

A week goes by. The same stops, the same thoughts, the same longing feeling, but a new expectancy and curious eyes that search intently to find that window, or more specifically, that boy. 

And you do. On and on again, for a week, you see him there, dancing after hours… Completely free. Somedays he checks his groovy moves in the mirror, others he just ignores it, preferring to dance with closed eyes and a different kind of passion. The window is always open. You can’t help but make a mental note of how well-dressed he always is. As a fashion major yourself, that was always the first thing you noticed about a person—what shoes they used, what accessories they added, what color combination they went for… It all helped to form a better picture of a person and their personality to you. 

And his seemed bright. Lit, and ready to burn. 

Just like you felt inside. 

And so this feeling of curiosity, of wanting to know how he externalized that, started to feel reoccurring. You couldn’t go by more than half an hour without thinking about it, without thoughts of him dancing popping into your mind. 

It was during work, on your coffee breaks… While brushing your teeth, while staring at the crowd in a busy restaurant… You even drew some sketches of him and his movements in your journal. One that you used strickly to design new clothes but had been on your shelf for too long now. Ever since you finished your studies in Paris and came home.

See, maybe this was the spark you needed. You had always wanted to try to launch your own brand, that’s why you studied so intently abroad, but it never felt aligned with your reality. No. You spent your days working for someone else’s brand instead. A really nice one for the matter. Who didn’t like Celine after all?

You did, and you were exhilarated when you got accepted to work there. But with time, the constant thought of being made to do something of your own would always appear at the back of your mind. Perhaps that was why you had been feeling so low on energy lately. So stuck in time. 

One of those nights, when searching for his window was no longer enough, you saw yourself hopping off of the subway one stop before the dance studio building, without much thinking. Something moved you. 

When you realized, you were already standing in front of where it all started, the place you became so familiar with over the last weeks. You looked at the front door hesitantly. And looking up, to state the obvious, you saw light coming from his window, that as always was very much alight. You mustered your courage with a deep breath and walked in decidedly. 

There was no need to search for what floor his studio was located on, you could simply follow the loud hip-hop music echoing in the corridors. It seemed like the beat was following your own heart, which pumped with force, loudly and somewhat wild. 

Much like his window, his studio door is also open, light pouring out on the long corridor. You approach the room rather nervous, after all, this was a first in your life. Something that came up in the heat of the moment, and if you were to be completely honest, you are not really sure of what you want of him. At least not until you are able to see him from up close. 

He was dashing, even if he was wearing a bucket hat covering half of his face. 

The boy in question was kneeling next to a big speaker, paying close attention to something on his phone. He was so focused, that he didn’t notice your presence by the door and you take the opportunity to annalize him further. 

He wears a less distinguished-colored outfit today. A double-sleeve zip-up jacket, black, and it’s zipped just a tad bit down, enough for you to see he was wearing a simple white tee beneath, that surprisingly showed his physique very well. And he keeps it simple, pairing the fit with double-knee work pants. Whoever came along, and saw him like this, would think he is all about simple and casual, but this man had nothing of the sort about him. You could pinpoint that rather easily, all it took was a look at the pair of sneakers he was wearing—an Off White collab with Air force 1 low. 

From the color scheme of the fit to the skull print bucket hat that covered half his face while he was looking down, everything was very much to your liking. And you start to muse while staring at his figure, if he is naturally inclined to fashion, or if he followed some kind of trend until he looks up and the music ceases. You didn’t even notice how loud it was until a screaming silence fills the place. 

“Hi,” he greets kind of confused when noticing your presence by the door but still manages to open a shining smile while getting up. “Can I help you?” 

For a moment you blank. You hold your breath thinking of a plausible excuse for being there this late, even glance towards the flight of stairs in the long corridor pondering a quick exit, but as you return to his gaze, which grew more inquisitive to the second, you decide for blurting out the truth instead. You wouldn’t be able to think of a lie out of the blue, that was not your strong suit. 

“Uhm- hi,” you greet back with a defeated smile that denounced how embarrassed you were. He chuckles back at you, amused, and you could dare to say a bit intrigued as well. He fetches a small towel on top of the speaker and begins drying his neck while discreetly sizing you up. “I uh- I was passing by… And I saw your window lit- From outside I mean,” You fumble with your words as his presence is rather strong, even if his smile increases in size due to your explanation. He doesn’t reply, at least not yet, and you feel like he is giving you space to say something more, to explain further. “Uhm, I didn’t mean to interrupt or something-” You try, but he doesn’t let you finish the sentence this time. 

“You don’t,” He assures you cheerfully while taking off the bucket hat to dry his forehead as well. For a moment you forget he even replied, eyes scanning every inch of his face you had not seen before. What before felt like a powerful presence became a bubbly one. Something about his eyes made his heart-shaped smile look overly adorable. Perhaps the way it reached them like they too were smiling at you. “Are you here looking for someone?” He asks after getting no reply on your part, looking at you with a tilted head and you had to bite down a smile of your own. 

“Yes, actually,” you confess, taking a bold step inside the studio. “I was looking for you.”

“Me?” the way he tilted, even more, his head, with furrowed brows and a cartoonish pout while pointing at his chest made you finally chuckle more relaxed. As you nod him affirmatively, a smile still on your face, he glances up, pensively. “I don’t remember you. I’m pretty sure I would…” He clarifies more to himself than to you. 

“You don’t know me yet,” you cut his train of thoughts, kind of anxious—in a good way—for his reaction. As he looked back at you waiting for further clarification, with yet another adorable expression on his face, you continue. “Every day coming from work I see you dancing… I hope I don’t sound weird or anything-” before he could say something you see yourself blurting out word after word, fingers fidgeting by the side of your body. The streak of courageousness that had hit you previously felt like dissipating all of a sudden. “I just happened to look at this building the other day and then everything was dark except for your window and as I said, I saw you dancing and it, uhm… It moved me.” 

You finally look at him, searching on his features for something that could tell you about what he was thinking, much like a test you felt a need to pass. When he discards the piece of cloth on top of the speaker and places both his hands on his hips, you are on the brink of slapping yourself for sounding so weird; a million thoughts rushing in your mind. 

What was I thinking? I can’t just barge on someone’s studio and-

He starts walking toward you and you can’t quite describe what his intentions are, but your brain is screaming that he’s probably going to shove you out of the studio. Much to your surprise, he stops before you, a mere feet away. You look up to meet his eyes, and once again they are shaped in a rainbow way, along with a dimpled smile. “I’m Hoseok, but you can call me Hobi.” he offers his hand for you to shake in the friendliest manner, the other disappears to the inside of his baggy pants’ pocket. He’s so… My style. 

You don’t hesitate much before taking his hand in yours and saying your name. And this time you can’t really fight over the urge to smile. There’s a moment of silence between the two of you, your hands still softly wrapped with each other, and it goes from a handshake to a simple hold, one that says a lot as you both keep looking into each other’s eyes. 

“So what can I help you with?” Hoseok asks almost in a whisper, his chocolate brown eyes shifting between yours. As you realize that you’re still holding his hand, something that apparently doesn’t bother him, you quickly let go, laughing shyly and making him laugh along. 

You feel your cheeks heat up, but you answer him anyway. “Perhaps… Would you teach me?”

“Do you like to dance?” it’s the question he shoots at you and you are taken by surprise. 

“Well, I think so,” you answer truthfully as you had never thought about the subject before, and your face must show your confusion about it since his smile—one that apparently hardly left the corners of his lips—got wider and wider. 

He clasped his hands behind his back before leaning a bit forward and you had to look higher up. “But dancing isn’t something made to think,” As he started talking you held your breath, afraid that any movement you made could trigger the evident tension that was starting to build up between the two of you. “It’s made to feel,” and before you could say something, he straightened his back again, and you could swear your heart was about to make an escape and fly off the window. His window. 

“So what do you say?” Hoseok asks again as your brain started musing over his words. “I’ll see you here tomorrow? Same time?” 

And here it was. The spark you needed to unfreeze time. 

“Yes. Yes, you will.” There is an undeniable tone of challenge in your voice. From the moment you had seen him, still from far away, inside the subway, he had already done something to you. 

Your eyes lingered in each other’s again, and as you offered him a last smile, ready to leave, he stopped you in a rush. “Wait!” You look at him with a surprised smile before he speaks again, “I’m sorry. I forgot to tell you about uh…” His eyes scan the place and yours follow, trying to understand what is going on or what Hoseok is looking for. “The box!” 

“The box…?” You ask confused. 

“Yes! The box.” He nods his head exaggeratedly. “We have this box here that uh… We use for a… A prize draw! That’s right!” He crosses his arms and presses his mouth in a thin line, showing the smallest dimple you had ever seen. 

“Ok…” you laugh it out, not quite understanding what the box had to do with you, but finding it funny nevertheless. 

“And what I was trying to say is that you should definitely apply to it! You just need to submit your name and phone number, and who knows? You might get the prize!” Hoseok explains, his right hand coming to the back of his neck and you can’t help but scrunch your nose amused by his antics. There’s no prize draw, right?, is what you think of saying, but he looks at you so expectant and warmly that you decide on taking the bait. 

“Sure! Why not! Where do I apply?” 

The grin he has on his face slowly fades as he looks around the room again, trying to improvise, and you learn yet another thing about him. Much like yourself, he is not a great liar, and you find that endearing. “Uh…” 

“What about I just give you my number instead? Like on your phone. And then once you find the box you add it for me?” you suggest and he almost sighs relieved, retrieving the device from his pocket and handing it over to you. 

You go home that night with sparks in your heart and an insistent smile that never left your face, especially not after you received the following text:

[ unknown number @ 20:18 ] hi! it’s hoseok… from the dance studio! about that box… 😅🥺

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[socksjinie]

✿ crime 101 — double date and milkshake | jimin feat. hoseok

Ⓒ socksjinie — all rights reserved. do not repost, translate or claim as your own.

synopsis.  bubbles first date ever was full of emotions, especially because they weren't for the guy she was being paired with.

genre.  powerpuff girls au ; jimin!boomer ; fluff

pairing.  jimin x bubbles ; hoseok x oc

wordcount. 2060

warnings.  shy smiles and butterflies ฅ^•ﻌ•^ฅ

a/n. happy belated birthday to the sweet @narimiese ♡ i hope your days are full of cute dates and cheerful conversations~ thank you for standing with us~! my love and gratitude ♡

a/n2. the flashback scene was inspired by a leecheedoodles drawing!

the first time Bubbles met Jimin—romantically—was by accident. 

or rather, a scheduled accident, much like her first time seeing him ever. 

they still remembered each other of course, from fighting back in the days. or from middle school, where their siblings were still very much discontent in each other’s presence… but not them. they had always been different from the other four. 

they began to form a liking toward one another early on. Bubbles could pinpoint the exact moment in fact. 

it was a chilly day, it had just begun drizzling, and she was on her way home holding her favorite blue umbrella when she spotted two boys crouching near the sidewalk poking at something with a stick. 

as she approached them, curious at what they were doing while laughing in a creepy manner, she noticed they had been poking at little snails. she was twelve at the time, and the boys seemed a bit older, but she was ready to lecture them. 

she despised people that treated any kind of being that way. no matter how small said being was. 

as she furrowed her eyebrows and came closer to them, she realized one of the said boys was about to stomp on the fragile snails. she remembers running rushedly towards them, trying to stop that catastrophe from happening, but then something surprised her. or better, someone. 

Jimin came in a flash, holding the boy’s foot millimeters away from the sluggish beings, just in time to save them. as he looked up and the mean bully could properly look at his face since he was wearing a hoodie due to the rain, his expressions faltered as Jimin’s showed he was very discontent. 

the two boys ran away, as quickly as they could. they were probably aware of the rowdy ruff brothers’ reputation, and also pretty aware of what Jimin was capable of doing. 

as soon as they were out of sight, however, Jimin’s harsh glance returned to the little creatures on the sidewalk. Bubbles noticed how his features changed as he opened a cute smile looking at them, and something warm and fuzzy filled her body, even if the weather was feeling cold against her cheeks. 

he felt like a ray of sunshine, crouched on that sidewalk. golden locks escaping the soft blue hoodie he was wearing to protect himself from the rain. 

without thinking twice, Bubbles walked toward him, extending her umbrella over himself as well. he looked up confused, and as she smiled brightly at him, showing a big thumbs up, proud of his attitude, he got up in a rush and fled away, overly embarrassed. 

ever since that day, the two of them were never conflictual in each other presence. Bubbles realized he was actually a good boy despite his previous actions, and although from that day on he had been a bit awkward around her, they developed a connection of sorts. 

but today… today was different. 

she wasn’t meeting him in school, or in a fight. today she was meeting him on a date.

even if he wasn’t her actual date. 

it all began when her best friend, Nari, the one she had been friends with ever since kindergarten, waited for her outside the gymnasium where she was having a cheer tryout. 

she was still in her sports shorts and a cropped tee when Nari dragged her over to the milkshake shop across the street, overly fidgety, claiming she was in desperate need of help. 

it turns out that Nari, much like everyone else, had been developing this secret crush on Jimin ever since he had started attending their art class. or so Bubbles thought. “Well, it was nothing serious… I saw him in our classroom and I thought I should just be polite and invite him since he seemed alone in there- and I thought he was going to say no for sure!” the girl explained in a rush while they entered the shop hearing the clink of the bell announcing their arrival. 

her brown-haired friend didn’t have the time to explain it further, as the moment they walked in, Jimin’s best friend raised his hand high and waved it to both of them, signaling their table. 

Bubbles felt herself walking automatically, much like a robot with a mission. her head was totally focused on understanding the situation. What she could piece together was the fact that, first and foremost, her best friend had omitted a crush—even if a small one, by the way she had explained the situation before entering the milkshake shop—and second, she was about to face her first date ever without even knowing her pair. it didn’t get better to know she was going through this moment with someone she had to see almost every day because of “work”. still, Nari was her best friend, and there was nothing she wouldn’t do for her. 

“hello! I’m Hoseok,” Jimin’s friend got up from his seat, and Bubbles could see how excited he was by the size of his heart-shaped smile. she made a mental note of how bubbly he was. “It’s really nice to meet you- even though we have the same class!” he says chuckling and both girls can’t help but smile. 

Nari makes introductions that aren’t but slight background noise to her ears, as her eyes are focused on the blonde sitting by the window.

even though Bubbles sat on the end of the double bench, making room for Nari to sit right across from Jimin, the conversation happening was between her best friend and the bubbly boy—the one she thought she was having the date with. 

“you like them too?” she hears Hoseok exclaiming excitedly while looking down to his tee and Nari shakes her head affirmatively with a huge smile. “I’ve been dying to go to their concert, you know…” 

five minutes became ten, and soon fifteen. there was no sight of a waitress to attend to their table and Bubbles couldn’t help but feel fidgety. her fingers twisted the paper straws incessantly in front of her while her eyes scanned the place after someone that could ask for their order. 

“that’s probably some influence from my sister's side since she is majoring in fashion and planning to open her clothing store,”

“that’s so cool! I hope I have a brand of my own someday too…” they seemed so in tune with each other that one could think Nari and Hoseok were the ones that had been in touch for years now. 

suddenly Bubbles got a bit impatient. she was a talkative person and she loved meeting new people, but something about this whole situation seemed foreigner to her. she looked over at her best friend, sitting by her side, and a smile tugged on the corners of her mouth almost instantly. 

she had never seen Nari so enthusiastic before, not like this. she was glowing. and suddenly Bubbles decided to get up, claiming she was going to order for all of them since it was taking ages. the reality was that she felt like she was intruding on a moment that wasn’t meant for her. 

“I’ll go too!” Jimin exclaimed jumping from his seat in a rush, and although the other two seemed alienated from the outside world to even realize it—or question anything at all—Bubbles gave him a questioning glance to which he explained, “to help. you’ll have to bring four orders… right?” 

she ponders for a bit; the strangeness of having never been on a proper outing with Jimin, much less on a date, makes her hesitate. as soon as she glances at Nari and Hoseok, chatting like their world depended on it, all the hesitation goes to space. 

“alright! but no stealing the tips jar,” she warns him with a glance as they move toward the counter. 

“that’s something my brothers would do,” he offers his best innocent face and Bubbles almost laugh at how theatrical he was being. “not me! I would never… really.” 

they reach the colorful counter side by side, and as Bubbles looks up to scan the milkshake menu, Jimin leans on his side facing her but his eyes are trailed on their table. 

“I think I’ll be having one mocha… one mint chip for Nari and–” Bubbles thought out loud.

“they really have a lot in common,” Jimin commented with a half-hearted smile, eyes still on the pair laughing while they scribbled something on a napkin. “Hobi also likes mint chip.” 

Bubbles shifted her eyes toward Jimin with the new piece of information and he held her gaze. 

“what about you?”

he shrugged pretending to think. “maybe I’ll take a mocha today too.” 

Bubbles couldn’t help but bite another smile and hit him softly on his arm. before he could catch her staring at him fondly with a shade of pink on her cheeks, a waitress appeared on the other side of the counter with a friendly smile. 

“ready to take orders?” 

she took her eyes off Jimin, surprised by the sudden approach, “oh yes! yes we are”

“it’s two mochas and…” Jimin began before glancing at the table with eyes that suddenly went from smiley to a puzzled look. “no. that will be all.” 

Bubbles followed his gaze, confused, but as she looked at their empty seats, she understood what had happened. 

“coming right up! you can seat, I’ll deliver it at your table, sweets.” the lady said cheerfully and the blues walked away. 

Bubbles went ahead intrigued as to why their friends had disappeared all of a sudden. wasn’t Nari supposed to be on a date with Jimin? 

“well… I guess this is how matches made in heaven work, " the blue-eyed boy commented while casually sitting back in his seat and scrunching his nose while inspecting a napkin. 

Bubbles who was looking through the big window like a kid looking for their lost puppy sat straight on her seat again and took the piece of paper in her own hands. 

“have a nice date, we’re out…” she read out loud the message engraved in the white piece of paper with Nari’s handwriting. 

“she even left a heart and a little flower,” Jimin pointed out with his index finger. “and tons of exclamation marks.”

“so…”

Jimin started chuckling nervous, “so.” 

until now he had not realized they were alone, left to be on a date by themselves. suddenly her blue eyes on him became too much to handle and he froze on spot, not knowing what to do. he always fled when something like this happened… he had been doing it whenever Bubbles stared at him like that. he remembered the first time he did so… she was holding an umbrella over his head wearing the cutest raincoat ever, full of rainbows. 

his heart was doing it again. stupid heart. 

“here it is, my sweets!” the lady that had previously attended them said placing their milkshakes on the table, but their gazes were still glued to each other’s blue eyes. “oh and I forgot to mention! you won the couple prize of this week!” 

both of them looked at her embarrassed. 

“oh- we’re- we’re not–” Bubbles started stuttering while nodding her head and Jimin saw how the lady started retrieving the hand she had been holding two matching keychains. 

“thank you so much!” Jimin exclaimed, lifting his hand to take the trinkets before the girl sat across from him could say anything else. “look Bubs, that’s your favorite!” 

the smile on the waitress's face returned promptly as she handed Jimin two octopus keychains and looked over at them with adoration. “congrats on being our twentieth couple this week!” 

Jimin smiled at her as Bubbles was too red and confused to say anything else. 

from that day on, even though they had never seen each other again due to Jimin getting out of town with his brothers, you could see Bubbles arriving at school every day with a purple octopus dangling from her backpack. she never knew if he still had his. the only time she heard his name was when Nari’s boyfriend—Hoseok—nonchalantly talked about his blonde friend every time they went to the milkshake shop and reminisced about that day. 

Bubbles always smiled at her mocha with fond memories wondering if she would ever see him again. 

perhaps next time they could actually have a proper double date. 

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[7ndipity]

Quiet

Hobi x Reader

Summary: Just a lil blurb about Hobi realizing that it's okay to not always be his sunshiny self around you.

Warnings: not proofread

A/N: Thanks to @seleneacyoflove for requesting this, as well as the lovely anon who sent this headcanon! This is short and kinda eh, but I hope you’ll still like it💜

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Quiet was something that Hobi had learned to avoid over the years. Quiet was awkward, quiet meant concerned glances and inquiries. In his work, quiet meant stagnation. Even on his own, he had come to dread the silence.

But after weeks of packed schedules and non-stop traveling and rehearsals, fatigue had finally weighed him down enough that nothing could possibly compel him to move from the place where he’d spent the better part of the last hour, resting heavily against your side on the sofa, head on your shoulder while your hands traced absent-minded patterns on his skin.

The two of you hadn’t gotten to spend any time together in weeks, but mercifully, you had managed to match up your schedules so that you had an entire weekend together to catch up and reconnect.

Normally he would be bouncing off the walls with excitement; no work, no worries, just you and him and two days of freedom to do whatever you wanted. And although he was happy to finally have time with you, he was so unbelievably tired that he found himself drifting, unable to find the energy to add much to your conversation throughout dinner, just quietly basking in the comforting rhythm and cadence of your voice.

Eventually though, you fell quiet as well, letting silence settle over the two of you as you cuddled together watching tv, his eyes on the screen but not taking in anything that was going on, his mind wandering further as a faint sense of guilt began to swirl in his stomach.

“I’m sorry.” He suddenly said in a quiet voice.

You looked down at him, confused. “For what?”

“For not being here.” He said, playing with your fingers as he avoided your eyes.

You intertwined your hand with his, stilling his movements.

“You are here.” You said gently.

He shook his head. “Not properly, not how I want to be.”

He was always known as everyone’s sunshine, their energy, their hope. But at moments like this, when he was so drained and distant, he felt like he was letting you down.

He was pulled from that train of thoughts by the feeling of your lips against his cheek, glancing up to meet your gaze, your face full of understanding.

“That’s okay. Everyone needs quiet time, there’s nothing wrong with that.” You said. “I don’t mind being like this with you.”

And in a way, it was such a simple statement, but the sense of relief that it caused to wash over him was so profound, it was like he could breathe properly for the first time in he didn’t know how long, his whole body relaxing back against you, letting his head slowly droop to rest on your shoulder again.

You were still looking at him with a small smile. “Is there anything you need me to do? Do you want to just go on to bed?”

He shook his head, snuggling closer to you.

“Can we stay here?” He asked. “At least for a little longer?”

“We can stay here as long as you want.” You replied, letting your fingers resume their previous activity, tracing tiny designs along his arm.

“Thank you.” He whispered, the silence that surrounded the two of you for once not feeling suffocating to him. Instead, it felt comforting, like slipping into bed at the end of a long day. It felt peaceful, safe.

“Anytime, baby.”

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[holdinbacksecrets]

boyfriend things // the first date

namjoon: the first date happens on a park bench near your home. conversation twisting into new topics over cups of coffee that left him kissing your cheek upon meeting when he planned to go in for a warm hug

jin: the first date is a breath of fresh air, a crisp page at the beginning of a new chapter, a sunrise flooding through blinds left open because sleep embraced you suddenly and now the morning greets you beautifully

yoongi: the first date is cold and carries on through footsteps along a river’s path. he’s the most interesting person you’ve ever met. his voice is peaceful and melodious; you want it close enough to hear all the time

hoseok: the first date is the ease of a grocery store trip. the decision made quickly on your way home to run in for a couple things, but it becomes over an hour of exploring. over an hour of reading labels and walking through different aromas, leaving with far more than you planned to

jimin: the first date is laughter and sudden touches that represent your blossomed comfort, it happened so quickly, but he’s easy to exist around. he lingers in your doorway at the end of the night, even though a second date was decided in the lobby

taehyung: the first date is pancake batter and fresh orange juice blended with frozen mangoes. he completes the newspaper crossword puzzle and writes down a couple movies you should watch on the crinkly edge. he holds your gaze like your presence is fleeting. he washes the dishes and shares stories when you seek details, soap suds up his forearms

jungkook: the first date is a car repair and a drive to the countryside because he’s playing music. five more songs become ten then more and more and eventually losing count, getting lost in his voice, his smile, how many of his favorites are yours too. it becomes a night spent in a house he knows quite well- familiar architecture you fail to place. you fall asleep in the yard with your cheek on his chest, pretending to dream when he carries you inside

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[taetaespeaches]

small moments of comfort

bts x reader (oc) genre: fluff word count: 1.7K

a/n: Hi lovelies! I hope you all enjoy these little blurbs. These are just small glimpses of the the boys and reader/oc gaining comfort from each other in random situations. Thanks for reading! :)) 

↬ seokjin: Your legs are still a bit unstable and full of sleep as you make your way back into the bedroom with a glass of water. You pause at the doorway, leaning against it as you watch Seokjin, his face adorably pressed against the pillow, his plush lips smooshed into a cute pout. Stepping toward him, he stirs, his hands searching for your body that is not in bed with him. It’s then that he lifts his head, his eyebrows pulling into a scowl, his eyelids forcing themselves open in search of you. Spotting you standing beside the bed, he grunts in disapproval. “Jinnie,” you coo, trying to coax him awake. In defiance, he plops his head against the pillows once again. “Love, no,” he groans, his arms lazily reaching out for you again, in desire of finding you and pulling you back into the coziness of your bed. “Come on,” you giggle, setting the glass of water down on the bedside table. As if the sound of the glass touching the wooden tabletop is his cue, he suddenly uses all his energy to lunge forward, wrapping his arms around your thighs, and pulls you down onto the mattress with him. Tugging you against him, he tosses the blankets over your laughing form and slings his leg over your hips. “Stay here with me,” he mumbles against the top of your head, the words followed by a sweet peck to your hair. “What about breakfast?” You question as your arm rests over his waist, already allowing your lingering tiredness and the warmth of his body lull you back to sleep. “We’ll have lunch.”

↬ yoongi: Your eyes are heavy as you run the sponge over the plate in the soapy water. You would kill for an early night, the week’s stress wearing you down. A yawn slips from your lips just as Yoongi’s arms wrap around your waist, drawing a surprised gasp from you. He chuckles against your frame as he whispers a quick apology before he tucks his chin over your shoulder. “Missed you,” he mumbles quietly, as though he has to be gentle with the volume of his voice. You hum in response, relaxing in his arms to reciprocate the feeling, a silent, missed you too. “New perfume?” He suddenly asks, the question making you halt your actions for a moment, your hands lingering in the dishwater all covered in suds. “You can tell?” You ask through a fond, appreciative smile. “It’s nice,” he simply replies, kissing your neck softly. As you reach for another dish, Yoongi uses his position behind you to pull you away from the sink, squeezing his body between you and the dishes as he instantly takes over the task. “Yoongi,” you complain. “Go rest,” he nods toward the bedroom, all but kicking you out of the kitchen. “I mean it, I’ll join you soon.”

↬ hoseok: It’s late and you’ve been on the road all day, both you and Hoseok feeling the tension from your agitated states. A long day of traveling and minor inconveniences has resulted in two cranky people who have been taking turns snapping at each other over the past several hours. After an uncomfortable period of silence as you stare out the window, Hoseok’s voice is gentle over the music humming quietly throughout the cab: “The moon is full,” he says in an attempt to defuse the heaviness of your previously foul moods. You love the moon. Turning to look at him, he points through the windshield, directing your gaze. Craning your neck to peer up at the sky, you see the brightness of the moon’s glow, lighting up the night. Just like that, a simple gesture of goodwill and expression of love, both of your demeanors soften. You watch as he places his hand over the gear shift and settles into his seat, your body following suit as you sit back in yours. You reach over and place your hand overtop his, and he instantly twists the limb in your grasp to intertwine his fingers with yours. A small smile curves on your lips as you glance over at his handsome side profile and spot the soft dimple in his cheek as his own grin grows wider. No apology is necessary when his thumb brushes the side of your hand and you squeeze tightly for just a moment.

↬ namjoon: You are what Namjoon calls a chronic overthinker, and well, he would know as he suffers the same fate. You’re in the kitchen sitting at the island, unable to sleep and not wanting your tossing and turning to wake your boyfriend. However, you didn’t consider what your lack of presence would do to his slumber. “What’s wrong?” Namjoon’s low, sleep-filled voice sounds from behind you, startling you as you snap your head towards him. Through a sign, you tell him, “I just can’t sleep,” as you turn in your seat to face him. “You go back to bed though, I won’t be up long.” Namjoon shoots you a sassy glare, as though your suggestion is ridiculous to him. He moves to the stove and puts a kettle on to boil. Then, he joins you at the island, standing behind you while his hands find purchase on your shoulders as he takes a crack at massaging out the tension. “Wanna talk about it?” He asks before giggling at the moan that slips from your lips. “Tomorrow,” you tell him. He leans forward and kisses the back of your head gently. “Ok,” he whispers in understanding, his hands still gently soothing the muscles in your shoulders and neck. “We’ll have some tea and then try to sleep again,” he relays his plan, a smile curving on your lips as you nod in approval. He leans closer to your ear, kissing the shell of it before whispering his command for you. “You just focus on relaxing.”

↬ jimin: Pressing the button for your floor inside the elevator, you let out a sigh- your body’s attempt to release the stress from the day. Just as the doors start to close, you hear someone calling out to you from the apartment complex’s entryway. “Dear!” Jimin’s voice sounds, triggering you to quickly use your arm to halt the doors from shutting. You smile at your boyfriend as he jogs into the elevator, flashing you that pretty beam, and you already feel more at peace. “Fancy meeting you here,” you flirt, earning a breathy chuckle from the man. He brushes his hand through his hair in that charming way that makes millions swoon, his other hand lifting the grocery bag and forcing your gaze from his angelic features to take notice. “Got us a little something,” he smirks. Lifting your eyebrows in intrigue, Jimin pulls a glass bottle out of the bag just far enough for you to deduce its contents. Wine. “God, I love you,” you exhale happily, Jimin giggling as he leans in and leaves a kiss to your mouth. “Let’s get wasted,” he jokingly whispers against your lips through an obvious grin as you fall into his embrace, happy to be home.

↬ taehyung: There’s an incessant tapping against the side of your calf muscle. That’s the first indication of Taehyung’s stress. Your legs are draped over his lap as you read a book and he watches the television. However, peering over the pages, you find a crease etched between his eyebrows as he stares ahead at the wall rather than the screen, lost in thought. And that’s your second indication of stress. The third comes in the form of a sigh that he doesn’t realize he lets out. Frowning at him, you set the book aside and pull your legs from his lap, the sudden loss of your presence shifting his attention to you. You cock your head at his wide-eyed gaze, the sweet man looking innocent and bewildered. He watches as you sit up on your knees and make your way across the sofa to him, instantly draping your leg over his hips and straddling his lap. As if it’s instinctual, his large hands settle on the sides of your thighs as he looks up at you, his tongue poking between his lips to wet them. “Hi,” he greets, still confused by the sudden attention but not at all opposed. “What’s on your mind, Dearest?” You ask, noting the way his eyes soften and his body relaxes slightly beneath you. It feels as though he’s been waiting for someone to ask. You lean toward him and press your lips softly against his forehead, lingering for a small moment before whispering against his skin: “Tell me all about it.”

↬ jungkook: You follow the sound of water cascading to the shower floor and Jungkook’s pretty vocals all the way from the front door of your apartment to the bathroom. The echoes of his shower singing, a habit of his that you adore, acts like breadcrumbs, a trail you can’t resist pursuing. Stepping into the space, you’re instantly enwrapped with steam, Jungkook’s stunning voice, and the scent of vanilla. Behind the foggy glass is Jungkook’s distorted frame, and you’re hit with the desire to join him and let the hot water and the man you love melt away the stress of the day. “Are you using my body wash again, you brat?” You lightheartedly accuse overtop the rush of the water raining over him. His head snaps in your direction, Jungkook brushing his palm against the steamy door to clear a section to spot you through. The shower door then opens, his cute doe eyes shining as he beams guiltily at you, the man pushing his wet hair back. The giggle he lets out already has your troubles from the day drifting from your mind. “It smells better than mine,” he replies cutely. Smiling back at him, you watch the water pour down his toned body as he gestures for you to join him with a nod of his head. A wordless invitation you’re more than happy to accept. Before you can process your actions, you’re pulling your clothes off, aching to get your hands on the vanilla scented dream boy who smiles at you giddily.

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he has a day off – mafia!bts

[warnings: there’s the tiniest bit of angst but it’s mostly fluff]

summary: in which y/n’s man spends the day with her

word count: 3,086

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kim seokjin

"Okay, okay, so I know you said 'Y/N don't do anything crazy. I just wanna relax and spend time with you. Blah blah,'" You playfully mimicked your boyfriend.

You both stood in the master bathroom, but you were behind Jin, on your tippy toes so you could cover his eyes.

It was so hard for you to keep this a secret for the last two days. But when Jin said he was forcing himself to take a day off, you knew you had to do something special for him. When you were on your lunch breaks at work and when you got home, all you did was plan for this day.

"That is not how I sound."

"Baby, that's not the point. The point is we're going to relax together but in the best way possible!" Quickly you removed your hands from his eyes and wrapped your arms around his waist. "We're having a spa day! Starting with a nice relaxing bath; I even turned the jets on!"

His silence made you worry and you took a step back so you could move in front of him and look directly into his eyes.

"Y/N-"

"You don't like it?"

"No, Princess, I love it," He smiled and pulled you into a warm hug.

You let out a sigh of relief and hugged him back. "Let's get in before the bubbles go away. That's the best part." You were both quick the strip down and Jin got in the tub first so he could help you in. "Ahhh it's so hot," You quietly moaned out.

Jin leaned against the wall of the tub and your back rested against his chest. He often pecked the top of your head subconsciously; he was just so enamored by you and all that you did for him.

"I love you, too, Jinnie," You giggled in response to his multitude of kisses.

"I know. You do so much for me and I'm just so grateful for you," He hummed and held you tighter in his arms.

"You deserve it. You work so hard and you take care of me, and the boys, and your family. We all love you so much. And I have so much planned for us today."

"Oh really?" He chuckled. "Tell me all about it."

You quickly sat up and turned your body so you could look directly at him.

"Okay," You took a deep breath and grabbed his hands before you started to ramble. "So I don't know if you can smell it but your favorite breakfast is being made. I hired a chef to come make us breakfast and lunch. So we'll eat after this, get massages and facials in the living room. It's crazy that the living room is that big that the massage tables can be set up in there-"

"Okay, you don't have to continue. I see I have a full day ahead of me."

"Nope, there's more." You kept going, "after that, we'll shower, have lunch, and then we can take a nap. But we have to get ready for dinner. It'll be us, the boys, and your parents. I'm so excited!"

Jin laughed and pecked your lips gently, making your body grow hot. With just a simple kiss he was able to make you blush. At this rate, it feels like you'll have butterflies for the rest of your life with him.

"Thank you, Princess."

"And don't worry about security-"

"I'm not," He shook his head. "I'm sure you covered all of our bases. You're the best, Y/N."

You smiled and pulled his body against yours so you could hug him. "You deserve it, Jinnie."

min yoongi

The bed was still warm when you woke up and Yoongi's arms were still wrapped around your waist.

Yoongi sleeping in gave you hope that you two could have breakfast together. As small as it was, it was something you dreamed about for the last couple of weeks since your boyfriend was always so busy.

"Good morning."

He had probably woken up just a little bit before you. You could hear the husky tiredness in his voice, something that was so rare for you to hear these days.

"Hey," You smiled and turned to face him. "What are you still doing here?"

"What? Not happy to see me?" He smirked before kissing your forehead.

"I'm always happy to see you, Min Yoongi."

"I took the day off so I could spend it with my favorite girl."

You cooed as your felt your insides melt at his words. It made you beyond happy to hear that he was taking the day to spend time with you.

"Okay, let's have breakfast."

Yoongi stood behind you, one hand on your waist and his head resting against his shoulder. He hummed along to Joy by Blackstreet as you flipped over the pancakes you were making.

Being in Yoongi's arms brought you a peace you'd never felt before. His job was dangerous but it felt like everything would be okay as long as he held you and placed soft kisses along your neck.

His hips started swaying to the beat, taking yours along.

"What made you wanna stay home?" You asked him and set the finished pancakes on a plate.

You felt him shrug and pull away from your body so he could grab syrup and butter. He remained silent as he set up the table and you turned off the stove.

"Yoongs?"

"Yeah Babe?"

"You okay? What's going on?"

He stayed still at the end of the kitchen table giving you a chance to walk over to him and place a gentle hand on his back.

"You deserve someone that can stay home with you all of the time," He sighed and leaned back into your touch.

"I deserve you, Yoongi and you deserve me."

He shook his head making you frown and take his hand into yours.

"I just want to spend time with you, Y/N, let's not look too far into it."

You let out a sigh, willing to compromise so you could enjoy your day together.

But you knew you weren't going to let this go and so did your boyfriend.

You grabbed Yoongi's plate of pancakes off of the counter and held them out for him to take.

"I love you, Yoongi, let's eat."

jung hoseok

If Hoseok wasn't in the business he was in, you're sure he would've been someone's stylist. Spending his free day in the mall with you by his side was proof of that.

Hoseok loved clothes and he loved dressing you up like a doll. He claimed in another life he was a fashion designer and you were his muse that kept giving.

It was kind of romantic.

But walking around with bodyguards is anything but romantic or relaxing. On one of your few days alone with your boyfriend, it was the two of you and four babysitters that were horrible at being inconspicuous.

Your fingernails kept finding their way between your teeth because of how anxious the men were making you. You're sure they're nice guys and all but the constant surveillance was making you more paranoid than you already were.

How likely was it that one of Bangtan's rivals was going to pop up at the mall and snatch Hoseok away from you? Did you really need these men here as reminders of the danger you were always in?

"Take your fingers out of your mouth, Love, they're dirty," Hoseok scolded you as he took hand sanitizer out of his bag to put on your hands.

"Hobi, can we just go home?" You quietly asked while rubbing the sanitizer into your hands.

"What? How come?" He stopped walking and looked around before pulling you over to a hallway to lead to the bathrooms. "What's the matter, Love?"

"I'm just tired and wanna go home. We shopped enough to last us a lifetime."

He gave you a look but knew you weren't going to elaborate anymore. At least not while you were uncomfortable.

The car ride home was quiet besides the radio playing but you were much more at ease.

Hoseok hand rested on your thigh and you rested a hand on top of his, sometimes taking a finger and gripping it gently.

"Why were you anxious?"

You frowned and quickly denied his accusation. "I wasn’t anxious, Hobi."

"You were biting your nails. Something was bothering you."

You turned from the window and looked over at your boyfriend with some form of admiration.

He knew you so well and despite what happened at the mall, you were amazing at his ability to read you.

"Oh there go your lovey eyes," He teased and squeezed your thigh causing you to giggle.

"I just love you, Hoseokie."

"And I love you, too. So you have to tell me what's the matter so I can fix it."

"There's nothing to fix," You sighed and turned back toward the window. "Well, it's nothing you're going to change."

"Just tell me what it is and I'll see if we can compromise."

You sighed again and played with the hangnail on your pinkie.

"Y/N..."

"Hoseok..."

It wasn't long before he pulled into the parking garage of your apartment building.

You knew Hoseok wasn't going to let this go but you also felt like he wasn't going to change the security detail that followed him everywhere.

Hoseok's best guards carried your things inside the apartment like butlers and checked around the apartment to make sure nobody broke in.

You fidgeted the whole time they were there. You couldn't focus on the show you were watching because you could hear them shuffling around the apartment. Your legs kept bouncing because you were trying not to bite your nails. You were sitting on the couch, your hands under your butt until they finished their search and left.

"The guards make you nervous?" Hoseok asked from the kitchen.

He sat at the island drinking a glass of water as soon as you both got home. You didn't realize he was watching you the whole time.

He noticed that the second the men walked out the door, your leg slowly stopped bouncing and you were able to use your hands.

"No," You quickly denied.

"You know I can't go anywhere without them."

"You think I don't know that?"

He didn't flinch at your snappiness, he was expecting it, but that didn't mean it felt good.

He slowly walked over to the couch and sat next to you, pulling you into his arms. He didn't want to move too suddenly and cause you to get anxious again.

"I'm sorry, Hobi."

"I'm sorry, too."

kim namjoon

It was just the two of you (and security) in the art museum. Namjoon bought it out for the day allowing you both as much relaxation as possible.

When you walked into a new room, you'd walk to one side, Namjoon would walk to the other and at one point you'd meet in the middle.

Namjoon would take your hand in his, sometimes squeezing it or pulling it up to his mouth to kiss. No matter what you'd become a hot mess that melted into his hold. You never wanted to be away from him but eventually, you'd pull away to explore the rest of the room without him.

As you moved on to the next room you'll talk about which piece of art was your favorite from the previous room. Namjoon would offer to buy it from the museum but you always declined.

"It'll give us another reason to come back. Maybe bring Tae or something. He likes this type of stuff."

"Oh, so you want us to babysit on the next visit?" He teased and smirked at you. Once his dimple appeared you softly poked it and made a "boop" noise.

When you arrived back home, you handed the guards the to-go plates you got from the restaurant. You bid them goodnight before going to wash up, leaving Namjoon to talk to them.

Namjoon was quick to dismiss them and find his way to you.

You were brushing your teeth when he came behind you and snaked his arms around your waist.

"How was your day Lovebug?" He asked and placed a soft kiss on your cheek.

You giggled and leaned back into his chest. "It was good. I think our best date yet. Reminded me of college."

"We can go to a different museum in a couple of weeks. I'll have to set it up."

"I'd love that."

"Oh and stop being nice to the guards. I think they're falling in love with you or something."

You looked at him through the mirror and saw his face scrunch up in disgust, making you giggle. "You know I'm yours. And I need to be nice to them, they put their lives on the line to keep us safe. So make sure you're nice to them too, Joonie."

"Me? Nice? Do you know who I am?" He playfully asked and nipped at your earlobes.

"You're my Joonbug, the sweetest man on the planet."

park jimin

"Minie, it's my turn to pick."

"No, it's my turn. Remember you said if we watch Annie, I could pick the movies for the rest of the day?"

"Ugh, I don't know why I said that," You groaned and shook your head in shame.

Jimin laughed and pat your thigh in an attempt to console you. "It's okay, Lover. Since I'm your generous and oh-so-merciful boyfriend, I'll allow you to pick the movie after this one."

"Oh Park Jimin, how will I ever repay you?"

"Could use some more popcorn," He shrugged and shook the empty popcorn bowl in your direction.

"Anything for you, Minie."

You were quick to make more popcorn and fill up glasses of juice for you two to drink.

"Next movie day we should definitely get something other than popcorn."

"Agreed."

You spent the day wrapped in Jimin's arms, begging him not to put on any scary movies unless it was Halloween series.

The thing is, Jimin didn't even like scary movies all that much, he just liked teasing you and the kisses he got when you were begging him not to play the movie. He'd never actually put the movie on; he wouldn't dare make his Lover uncomfortable even though you'd probably cuddle into his chest if he did.

At some point, you'll catch on to his little trick but until then he'll be drowning in your kisses.

kim taehyung

When you woke up the bed was empty and you had assumed Taehyung was at work and would call you when he got a chance.

You got ready for the day, putting on some comfortable shorts and a tank top so you could sit outside in the hammock Tae set up for you the night before.

"Tannie, come outside with Mom," You hummed and grabbed your book off of the bookshelf in the living room.

Yeontan was way ahead of you, waiting at the screen door for you. Once you opened the door for him he ran off into the yard. It used to worry you when he just ran off due to his condition but after observing him for a while, he seemed to know his limits.

You applied some sunscreen on your body and then carefully got into the hammock.

You had gotten through a couple of chapters of your book when you heard the door slide open and then closed.

"Hey, I thought you were working," You smiled as you saw Tae walk over to you (and Tannie who was napping under your hammock).

"No, I went to go grab groceries. The lines were long and the traffic was so bad. Took me forever to get back to you," He explained and leaned down to peck your nose.

"So you've got the day off?"

"Mhm," He nodded and carefully got into the hammock with you. "What do you usually do on your days off?"

"Me and Tannie usually sit around and read books, try not to miss you too much. Eventually, we make dinner for you and greet you once you come in."

"Well don't let me mess up your routine. Why don't you read to me?"

You nodded and opened your book, starting where you left off.

After a while Tae began to doze off, using your chest as a pillow. You stopped reading aloud and gently ran your fingers through his hair, pushing him further into a deep sleep.

"Need to spend more days off like this," He mumbled.

"Maybe you can read to me next time."

"Okay."

jeon jungkook

"Kookie, you're still here!" You gasped as you walked into your boyfriend's gaming room.

When you woke up you heard noises coming from the room, so you entered the room you usually stay out of. You knew this was Jungkook's haven and didn't want to intrude but you could've sworn he had some mission to go on today.

"Morning Lovey. Did I wake you?" He asked, keeping his big eyes on the screen. He pushed back his gaming chair and opened his arms so you could sit on his lap.

Without hesitation, you sat on Jungkook's lap and pecked his cheek. "No, but I heard a noise and got curious. Who's on the headset?"

"Tae, Jin, and Yoongi. They're mostly arguing, I'm mostly playing."

"Thought you had a thing to do today?" You asked once you knew you were in the clear to talk about his line of work.

"I got Jimin to do it. I owe him one."

You watched his fingers move all over the keyboard as he played whatever game, making your head spin.

"Is this Fortnite?" You asked innocently and looked down at him.

His eyebrows were furrowed and his lips sat in a pout, clearly trying to focus.

"Y/N what?" You could hear Taehyung, clearly appalled, from Jungkook's headset.

"What? It's not?

"Ignore him, Lovey."

You nodded and went back to watching Jungkook play. You were completely enamored by his focus and the seriousness in his voice while leading his group to victory time and time again.

After another win, he pushed back his gaming chair again and spun around as you cheered and kissed all over his face.

"You're so cool, Kookie," You cooed before giving his lips multiple pecks.

"Thank you, baby," He muttered against your lips. "Want me to teach you?"

"Mhm!" You eagerly nodded. "Wanna be cool, just like you."

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BTS FIC RECS

a list of BTS fics I really enjoyed! pls go and show these amazing authors some love <3 if there wasn't a summary I just included a little blurb from the fics! and anything with * are my own thoughts. now onto the recs ↓

KIM SEOKJIN

TURN BACK TIME - @raplinesmoon

oneshot, fluff, angst, smut

After total humiliation at his middle school baseball try outs, Kim Seokjin wants nothing more than for his awkward years to fade away until he’s thirty. Cue a magic baseball glove, and his wish is finally granted. Seokjin suddenly wakes up seventeen years later, now the star pitcher of the team he’d always dreamed of playing for. Confused and overwhelmed at the prospect of the new life waiting for him, he turns to the only person who seems to understand him — you. Will Seokjin learn what it truly means to be thirty, flirty, and thriving? Or will he find himself wishing he could turn back time?

WITH YOU - @yoonpobs

oneshot, fluff, angst, smut, ceo, marriage, divorce, parent

marrying your childhood best friend was not the love story that most painted it to be. you knew that better than anyone else.

UNTITLED - @eoieopda

drabble, fluff, est relationship, parent

"I loved the dad joon and dad yoongs drabble 🥹 it's freaking cuteeee omg jade 😭😭 *whisper* can you do dad-to-be or dad seokjin too please...? I'm on a seokjin missing hour 🥹 thank you ❤️❤️"

LONG TERM COUPLE - @taetaespeaches

series, fluff, angst, idol au, strangers to lovers

long term couple masterlist *the whole long term couple series is honestly one of my faves😭*

MIN YOONGI

LONG TERM COUPLE - @/taetaespeaches

series, fluff, angst, smut, idol au, strangers to lovers

long term couple masterlist

NO MORE - @gyukult

series (two-shot), angst, smut, fluff, unrequited love, college, secret relationship

yoongi doesn’t like your consistent pining, and one day, after finally coming to terms that he will never reciprocate any feelings back, you give up. yet, for some reason, yoongi is the one who can’t come to terms with the consequences of when he says ‘no more.’

VOWS AKA 10 WAYS TO WIN YOUR HUSBAND'S HEART - @hamsterclaw

series, fluff, angst, smut, arranged marriage, est relationship

You’ve been in your arranged marriage with Yoongi for five years, and he’s never once retaliated for anything you’ve done to him. One day you realise you’ve lost your appetite for provoking him, and you set about trying to win his heart instead.

CARE FOR YOU - @archivedkookie

oneshot, fluff, est relationship, marriage, doctor au

Yoongi will always care for you, no matter what.

BABY, YOU CAN DRIVE MY CAR PT.2- @jungshookz

oneshot, fluff, angst, smut, mechanic au

welcome to min mechanics - what can i do for you today, doll?

THE TROPHY WIFE - @taeyohonic

oneshot, fluff, angst, est relationship, idol au

the proposal doesn’t go as planned

BACK-BURNER - @/yoonpobs

series, angst, fluff, smut, sisters best friend, friends to lovers

sometimes you felt like you were the back-burner of a two-decade-long friendship. how could you ever compete?

VEGAS BABY - @chimivx

series, fluff, angst, smut, idol au, parent au

A peek into the life of an Idol and his soulmate tackling the obstacles that come with having a surprise in the whirlwind of a world they live in. { This link takes you to the full collection of works. }

JUNG HOSEOK

LONG TERM COUPLE - @/taetaespeaches

series, fluff, angst, smut, strangers to lovers, idol au

long term couple masterlist

ONE NIGHT LIGHT - @bts-reveries

series, fluff, angst, smau, parent

Hoseok has been living his very own version of a perfect life. Unlike some of his best friends, this doesn’t include a happy marriage, adorable kids, or even a stable relationship. All he would ever need was music, dancing, and of course, the parties. Now what happens when he gets a wake up call from reality when the door rings approximately six years after his last one night stand?

AT THE CONCERT - @katnisspeetaprim

oneshot, fluff, est relationship, idol au

Hoseok was quite insistent that you come to this show in particular...

KIM NAMJOON

LONG TERM COUPLE - @/taetaespeaches

series, fluff, angst, smut, strangers to lovers, idol au

long term couple masterlist

UNTITLED - @/eoieopda

drabble, fluff, est relationship, parent au

dad!joon

ALONE ON YOUR BIRTHDAY - @monimonimoon

drabble, angst, est relationship

Namjoon promised he would be there on your birthday, he wouldn't be working, he certainly wouldn't work late. Sometimes, increasingly frequently, he broke his promises.

ME AND YOUR MAMA - @joonberriess

oneshot, smut, fluff, est relationship

you like to remember both what life before the little one was and after with your loving boyfriend namjoon.

PARK JIMIN

ROCK BOTTOM - @jkbabiey

oneshot, angst, fluff, smut, marriage, idol au

When, in a four-year marriage, you get to the point where you question its worth, you know that’s your rock bottom. How many I’m sorry’s will you handle? How many times are too many times?

MASK ON - @herherteartear

series, fluff, angst, smau, single dad au

blind dates are never the move.. unless your best friend is vouching for the person you're going on a date with. it couldn't be that bad, right? wrong. now you're in love with a man who has a big secret. a big secret with chubby cheeks and pig tails.

LONG TERM COUPLE - @/taetaespeaches

series, fluff, angst, smut, friends to lovers, idol au

long term couple masterlist

KIM TAEHYUNG

MINI ME - @bts-reveries

series, fluff, angst, smau, strangers to lovers, parent au, artist au

Unlike his best friends, Taehyung was young, wild, and free. No relationship, no babies, no responsibilities. Well he had his puppy, but that was it. Taehyung watched his nieces and nephews grow up and it was no secret that he too wanted to have one of his own someday. So what will happen when he finally finds someone that matches his personality (and himself) well?

WELCOME TO MY YOUTUBE CHANNEL - @tteokggukk

oneshot, fluff, idol au, strangers to lovers

"He’s been watching your videos for quite some time now, ever since your channel started rising. Art was one of his major interests and he absolutely adored the way you made your videos with the calming, ASMR-like sound of mixing paint and how you skillfully glided the brush across the canvas. On days when he found himself tired and in need of a quick way to relax, he’d subconsciously find himself binge watching videos on your channel— even repeating several videos since you were only starting. He found it fascinating, but also because he found you interesting."

ONE OF THE BOYS - @littlemisskookie

oneshot, fluff, angst, smut, childhood friends, best friends to lovers, high school

All your life you wanted only one thing- for Kim Taehyung to like you. You did everything you could to make this happen, from picking up his hobbies and rejecting anything feminine. But who do you start to become when you stop trying to impress him?

LONG TERM COUPLE - @/taetaespeaches

series, fluff, angst, smut, (best)friends to lovers, idol au

long term couple masterlist

"I WISH ID NEVER MET YOU" " I HATE YOU" - @v-hope

oneshot, angst, idol au

"pls do 12 and 27 with tae (angst)"

JEON JUNGKOOK

UNTITLED - @onlyswan

oneshot, fluff, angst, est relationship, idol au

in which you make jungkook’s world spin and you tend to… make him a little too dizzy.

ME AND MY HUSBAND - @gashinabts

oneshot, fluff, angst, smut, est relationship, parent au

You don’t want to brag but you have the world’s greatest husband. Jungkook packs your lunch everyday, and makes cute shapes with the fruit. There’s even a little note, ‘ Have a good day at work, Baby! <3’. Smiling to yourself you place the note down, and eat your food with content.

17 GOING ON 27 - @hansolmates

oneshot, fluff, angst, photographer au

one second, you’re sobbing at prom because the most popular guy in school dumps you due to your relationship being a little prank to break your heart. the next? you’re a creative editor at Ego, the hottest young adult fashion magazine. as you try to figure out what’s the deal with this sudden time skip into adulthood, you come across relationships and friendships that are made to be cherished and made to be broken.

HOME - @bonny-kookoo

oneshot, fluff, smut, idol au

Singing about love without having experienced it properly before, Jungkook felt a little foolish- as if he didn’t quite have the rights to the words he’d put out there for others to listen to. But Jungkook also loved to learn new things; and loving you was one of them.

LONG TERM COUPLE - @/taetaespeaches

series, fluff, angst, smut, strangers to lovers, idol au

long term couple masterlist

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