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Merry & Bright {23}: I Promise

Previous: Golden Days 

Pairing: OT7 x Respective Partners

Genre: Fluff with Light Holiday Angst

Rating: PG-13

Warning: Swearing

Word Count: 1.7K

Summary: Days before Christmas, Bangtan find themselves stranded at the airport. 

           “Are you fucking serious?” Namjoon’s voice is low, hushed in the slightly crowded airport lounge.

           “When is the next flight?” Yoongi asks, glare staring at the airport attendant in front of him. Taehyung stands next to him, bag resting gently on the floor, cellphone in hand.

           In seats across the way, Jimin and Hoseok sit, thumbs moving hastily as they text. Seokjin, sits with their managers, discussing solutions, and Jungkook is by the window, phone to his ear, disappointment in his posture.

           “I know, I know,” Jungkook says, voice weary. “I’m trying jagi, I am.”

           It’s the sound of Namjoon’s hand slamming against the wall that brings them all together, moving into a private room in the lounge, seated staring at one another.

           “We were supposed to be home by now,” Hoseok says, frustration deep in the stoop of his eyebrows.

           “I know,” Namjoon answers.

           “It’s our first married Christmas,” Jungkook adds, stuffing his tattooed covered hands in the pocket of his sweats.

           “It’s my child’s first Christmas!” Taehyung declares, aghast that anyone was missing anything nearly as important as him.

           “I was supposed to take the kids for Christmas photos,” Namjoon says.

           Yoongi’s voice is low, a  prayer no one will hear, but a hope they will. “I was going to propose.” 

           “What?” Hoseok yells, nearly knocking Jimin off his perch.

            Taehyung turns to his Hyung. “Why are we just hearing about this?” 

           “Do you have a ring?” Namjoon wonders.

           “You’re involved with someone?” Jimin pokes. Yoongi glares at him, knowing full well Jimin knows the answer.

           “On Christmas Eve, while we opened presents. Had it all planned for months, the ring is wrapped, it’s sitting under the fucking tree,” Yoongi explains.

           “Won’t she notice a ring box?” Jimin asks.

           “No, I put it in a larger box,” Yoongi’s humoring him, and Jimin knows.

           “A box inside a box?” Jungkook laughs.

           “Sort of,” Yoongi shrugs.

           “Damn, how many years has it been?” Seokjin asks.

           “Five,” Yoongi recounts each anniversary in his mind. The first one, spent on different continents during tour, the second, when they’d flown to New York for press, the third, when you’d gone to Paris, the fourth, when he’d finally convinced you to move to Korea half time, and the fifth, when you’d discussed marriage.

           “Service time counts,” Hoseok adds.

           “Fine, seven,” Yoongi tells them. Technically, years four and five were shared in your hearts only, Yoongi being a desk jockey in the military, but you counted them, nonetheless.

          Jimin cackles  “Wow, never imagined Yoongi-ah would settle down,” 

           “Who would’ve thought?” Namjoon chuckles, staring at his elder.

           “You all are trash,” Yoongi says. “None of you are invited to the wedding.”

           “How do you know she’ll say yes?” Taehyung asks, eyes wandering around the sterile lounge. It’s all marble and metal, cold and contemporary, Christmas wreaths hung periodically and poinsettias on all the tables. The only warmth coming from the men, all ganging up on their favorite member. 

           “I know,” Yoongi confirms.

           “But how, are you psychic?” Seokjin wonders.

           “No, she told me,” Yoongi tells him.

           “She told you?” Seokjin asks, eyes wide.

           “This isn’t any of your business,” Yoongi scolds, cheeks puffed as he smiles.

           “Alright, alright,” Jin resides.

           “Tae, what are you plans for baby’s first Christmas?” Yoongi asks, deflecting.

           “And baby’s first birthday,” Namjoon adds.

           “He’s so cute, oh my gosh, he just teeters on his little feet, trying to walk. He’s taken a few steps, but he only likes walking if you hold his tiny little hands,” Taehyung gushes, opening the photos on his phone to show them.

           “We’ve seen the videos,” Namjoon laughs, looking again at the numerous photos Taehyung has of his son, not mentioning that he’s seen them all, in an email, that Taehyung sent one day during nap time.

           “Don’t act like we haven’t seen a million from you,” Jimin says elbowing Namjoon. “You’re just as shameless.”

           “You just have more kids, so it seems less obnoxious,” Yoongi says.

           “Two for the price of one!” Seokjin laughs.

           “Don’t think we don’t have the same reaction to yours,” Hoseok laughs at Jin. “You might be the worst out of you three.”

           Pointing at him, finger dagger like, Namjoon warns, “Oh, just you wait, Hope, it’s coming for you too.”

            Taehyung looks from member to member, wondering aloud, “Who will have kids next?” 

           “Jungkook,” Jimin blurts. His eyes go wide, and he turns to the maknae.

           “Or J Hope,” Jungkook says, his deflection evident in the blush on his cheeks.

           “No, no, Jungkook, why are you blushing?” Namjoon asks.

           “No reason just wasn’t paying attention,” Jungkook tries to brush it off, but Namjoon’s got him.

           “Is she pregnant?” Hoseok asks, eyes wide.

           “I, maybe, I don’t know,” Jungkook tries to burrow himself into his sweatsuit, beanie pulled lower and lower over his face.

           “Holy shit!” Yoongi exclaims, glancing to make sure no one else has heard his expletive.

           “Are you surprised the golden maknae is procreating before you?” Seokjin asks glancing at Yoongi.        

           “No, I’m not surprised at all, my money was on Jungkook,” Yoongi says still smiling.

           “It’s, it’s too soon to tell anyone, we’ve only told our parents,” Jungkook’s cheeks continue to cherry, blossoming across his cheekbones, knowing full well he’s going to be in trouble when his wife finds out he squealed.

           “Ah, discretion,” Seokjin nods. “We’ll pretend we’re not excited for you.”

           “Hobi, what about you?” Jimin turns the attention to someone else, feeling guilty about spoiling Jungkook’s news.

           “Ah, kids are a few years off for us,” Ho-Seok nods, twirling the wedding band on his finger. “Jiminie, what about you?”

           “Me?” Jimin asks pointing to himself.

           “You started this nonsense,” Namjoon reminds him.

           “I, no, no babies, no engagement,” Jimin shakes his head.

           “Why not?” Taehyung asks. “You’ve been talking about it for a while.”

           “Yeah, but talking and following through are two different things,” Jimin says. They all nod, knowing Jimin was going to get engaged shortly after Yoongi. Taehyung found it surprising, but not wholly out of character for  Jimin  to wait for his Hyung to propose first. It was odd, though, everyone had always bet Jimin would get married shortly after Jungkook, while Yoongi  would remain the last man standing. 

           “I can’t believe we’re stuck here,” Jungkook says again, glancing at the window. “Isn’t this why we stopped traveling before Christmas?”

           Six years ago, when Namjoon had welcomed his first child, the band decided they would never travel over Christmas again, refusing to part from their growing families. They turned down any work outside the city, including New Years. If some program wanted them, they either wanted their entire blossoming families or they wouldn’t have BTS at all. It was a hard and fast rule, which in the six years since Namjoon became a father, they hadn’t broken.

           Tonight, stranded in an airport in a place none of them could recognize, at least 1000 miles away, they were regretting agreeing to perform for the KBS special anywhere other than Seoul, or within two hours drive from their homes.         

          So, they sit, December 23rd, unconvinced they were going to be home by Christmas Eve, unsure if they were going to be home by Christmas.

           “I would walk home,” Hoseok says, sinking in his chair.

           “I would run,” Jimin counters.

           “I’d cross the deserts,” Jungkook says.

           “And the oceans,” Taehyung adds.

           “A fucking frozen tundra,” Yoongi states.

           “If only there was a guiding light, a star, leading us home,” Namjoon says.

            Seokjin sighs, frustration and thoughtfulness in one breath. “She does so much for us, for our family, and here I am, sitting in a luxurious airport, while she’s home with the kids.”

           “She hasn’t even hung the Christmas lights, we were going to decorate the tree together,” Yoongi says. “You know how much she loves Christmas.”

           “I feel like we should go into the gift shops and buy something,” Hoseok suggests.

           “What are we going to find?” Jungkook wonders.

           “Wine,” Namjoon says.  

           “Candy,” Jungkook suggests.

           “Oo, candy,” Hoseok laughs, his first laugh in the last few hours.

            Namjoon, still lamenting, “She does everything, she’s the glue of our whole family.”

           “Maybe we’ll go on vacation, somewhere warm,” Seokjin ponders.

           “We should take a big family vacation!” Taehyung suggests.

           “No,” Yoongi shuts it down.

           Hoseok stares at Yoongi, reading the anxiety in his eyes over the suggestion. “It could be fun!” 

           Yoongi  stares him down, countering his offer. “How about those who have kids go on one vacation, and those without go on their own,” 

           “Why are you being so difficult?” Seokjin asks.

           “I’m tired, my proposal is going to shit, and I’m missing decorating my home with my future wife,” Yoongi lists.

           “I can’t believe they have no hotel rooms anywhere near by,” Hoseok wonders.

           “Maybe if we wish upon a star we’ll make it home by tomorrow,” Jungkook suggests.

           “This is the first Christmas we’ve spent just us, just us seven, in what, a decade?” Taehyung inquires, looking at each of his brothers.

           “Since we all came back from service,” Namjoon answers.

          Agreeing, Hoseok speaks.  “We should honor that,” 

           “We’ll be with our families as soon as we can,” Jimin concedes. 

          “Life goes on,” Jungkook sings softly.

          “We’ll be home by Christmas Eve, swear it,” Taehyung’s attempt at inspiring them is what they need.

           “Should we go find food and treats?” Jungkook suggests.

           “Absolutely,” Namjoon says.

           “And any souvenirs we can find from this place,” Hoseok reminds them.

           In a small gift shop, Yoongi and Jimin stare at the chip selection.

           “You should propose whenever you want,” Yoongi says to Jimin.

           “Thank you hyung,” Jimin wants to hug  him, but  refrains. 

           “I don’t want to steal your thunder, you’ve been planning longer than me, do it when it feels right,” Yoongi glances at Jimin, slightly taller than him, and smiles.

           “Thank you,” Jimin smiles, grateful for the unnecessary permission.

           As they gather back in the lounge, snacks and gummy worms plentiful on the newly cleaned airport table, the seven of them share laughs over silly things their kids have said and reminisce on the years they’ve spent together. Through it all, with the weight of uncertainty waning, they had a glimmer of hope, a little belief, that they’ll be home by Christmas Eve.

Next: Happy Anniversary 

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Merry & Bright: Your Midnights*

Previous: Till the Morning Light

*SMUT

           Jimin cracks his back, followed by his neck and finally his fingers before he pulls back the duvet and crawls into bed. Resting his back against the headboard, he looks at you. Your hair is falling haphazardly around your face, and he’s quick to move a strand out of your face, tucking it behind your ear. You smile at the gesture, eyes still staring at your phone, where you’re in the middle of reading a New York Times article on the future of American politics, something no doubt, your mother sent to you. Scanning the byline, you’re unsure if it’s going to stress you out or piss you off, so you opt for closing the app and turning ot your husband, who hasn’t stopped watching you since he got into bed.

           “Hi,” You whisper, voice stuck in your throat.

           “Hi,” Jimin whispers, the warmth in his voice making your heart swell.

           “Happy New Year,” You say through your smile.

           “It’s not even midnight,” He says, laughing too loudly.

           “Shh!” You scold, ears peeling to catch any tiny feet or little cries.

           “They’re dead asleep, it’s okay,” Jimin tells you, voice returning to it’s natural timber.

           “If they wake up,” You say, eyes finishing your sentence.

           “How can I make it up to you?” Jimin asks, slowly leaning his head towards yours, tongue gently licking his lips.

           “Do you really want me to tell you?” You meet Jimin halfway, lips excitedly meeting his in a hurried kiss. His lips teasingly move against yours, tongue swiping before retreating, teeth grazing without biting, his hands taunting you as they approach the curve of your ass before retreating, moving up and down your thighs without landing anywhere that you want him, need him. He continues his ministrations, taunting you relentlessly until he can feel your hips starting to buck into his hands.

           “My baby’s eager,” He says against your lips before moving further down to your neck.

           “Jimin,” You moan softly, the change in his focus bringing some of the relief you’re desperately seeking.

           “Do you want more?” He whispers, hands slowly pushing your clean pajama top over your head, freeing your chest to the cool air of your bedroom.

           “Yes,” You tell him as he takes in your sight.

           “You’re gorgeous,” He says as his eyes take in your body.

           “Yeah?” You whisper, insecure as his hands find your skin again. He grinds into you, the pressure of his hardened cock eliciting a moan from both of your lips. “You sure that’s not just the prospect of sex?”

           “No, it’s all you, it’s always you,” He tells you, eyes earnest.

           “Even after babies?�� You ask.

           “Especially after babies,” Jimin’s smiling at you, the love he feels for you seems to double or triple every day. From the way you smile at him, to the way you care for your children, or the way your ass looks in your favorite leggings, the ones without the holes or toddler cracker dust on them, or how you toss your hair into a ponytail during playtime, or how you always manage to make time for Jimin, no matter how tired, no matter how exhausted or burned out. Every part of him loves every inch of you, more than the day you met, more than the day he realized he loved you, more than your wedding day or when he realized you’re the love of his life, more than when you welcomed your first child.

          Every day starts with you, and he’s the luckiest man in the universe that it ends with you too.

          Overwhelmed with his adoration of you, Jimin doesn’t waste any more time sliding your underwear off and burrowing himself between your legs, where he does make a show of edging you gently and repeatedly until you swear if you don’t cum you are going to cry, and cry you do as Jimin moves from between your legs to behind you, where he pulls your back flush to his chest. He lifts your leg over his hip, opening you to him, and sinks himself into your cunt, bottoming out as his free hand moves instantly to your clit, the oversensitive numb begging for release. As he begins to thrust, pace aggressive, you’re both so glad you got a new IUD placed as soon after giving birth as you were allowed, a method that hadn’t failed you after your first child and wouldn’t fail after your second.

          It doesn’t take long for you to come undone, the edging Jimin had inflicted upon you and your clit would you tighter than you’d realized, making it almost impossible to not yell as you came undone around him. Feeling your walls tense around him, Jimin snapped his hips faster, his moistened fingers moving to pinch and twirl your nipples, his teeth digging into your shoulder.

          Your voice could be heard in hushed whispers, encouraging Jimin to fuck you deeper, to go harder, to use this as practice in case you ever wanted another kid (you didn’t). It was all the encouragement he needed to hit his release, his teeth disappearing as his lips sucked your skin, moan echoing into your bones.

          It takes a few minutes for you both to regain any sense of composure, and you diligently hobble to the bathroom to pee and grab a damp washcloth, which you use to clean up Jimin.

          “Aein, you don’t need to clean me up,” He says, hand on your wrist as you try to move it against his upper thigh. “Please, let me.”

          You nod, your mothering instinct hard to suppress. “Okay.”

          Jimin smiles at you, pressing a kiss on your cheek before he cleans himself up and rises. Glancing at his watch, he notes that it isn’t quite the new year yet. After tossing you a new pair of underwear, and slipping his own on, he disappears from the bedroom. You rise, staring at your sheets, trying to decide if you wanted to toss them in the wash today or just wait until tomorrow. Too exhausted to care, and noting that no cum means it’s clean enough to sleep on.

          Crawling back onto your side of the bed, you pull the blankets around you and glance at the mess of your master. Clothes lingering, both adult and child sizes, a few baby books and a burp rag or two draped over your armchair from late night feeds with your seven month old, a rarity now as they were outgrowing them. You note the sippy cup and two bottles sitting on the bookshelf and side table next to the chair. In childless times, you’d exited your en suite to find Jimin sitting in said green velvet, tying the laces to his dress shoes or adjusting his cuff links. Other times, you’d made out in that chair, on a particular winter evening you’d blown him, how circle of life for it to be your second favorite place to cuddle your child in the light of the moon.

          Jimin returns, a tray in his hands. He’s gathered a few Christmas cookies, two flutes of what looks like ginger ale, and refilled your favorite water bottle which you’d left downstairs. He sets it gently on the bed before crawling up next to you.

          “It’s almost 00:00,” He says, gentle kiss placed to your temple.

          “And you’re gonna be happy,” You sing softly, shoulder nudging him as you grab a flute, engraved with your wedding date. A gift from Taehyung that you adored.

          “I’m always happy,” Jimin can’t stop smiling as he clinks his glass against yours.

          “Oh really? Even though we’ll be cleaning up bottles together on New Years Day?” You ask, sipping the sparkling liquid which is in fact ginger ale.

           “Baby bottles, and sippy cups,” Jimin clarifies.

           “How lame, it’s almost a new year and we’re sipping ginger ale, eating Christmas cookies, hoping our children don’t wake up,” You snort nibling on a cookie.

           “We did finish that bottle of wine,” Jimin corrects.

           “That we opened on Christmas,” You say.

           “Fair point,” Jimin nods taking another sip of his ale. “We did just have great sex, and an amazing dinner.”

           “Also true,” You nod, eyes taking in his post sex look. His hair is blonde again, your favorite, and in its post sex state, it’s both pushed back and messy. His lips, always pink, are swollen from yours, and his eyes are both blown and tired. Five years of parenthood has permanently clouded them, and there’s something extra there that only comes from making love to you.

           “I’m happy cleaning up bottles,” Jimin starts, setting his cookie down, “and sippy cups, and burb rags and dirty diapers, so long as I get to spend the new year cleaning up with you. I’m happy to do anything as long as it’s with you.”

           “It’s 00:00,” You tell him. “Happy New Year.”

           You lean in softly to place a kiss on Jimin’s lips, this time it’s soft and loving, kind and adoring.

           “I’m happy to do anything with you, too,”

Next: Jackpot Question

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Merry & Bright {17}: That’s Christmas To Me

Previous: Ain’t Nothing Better Than This 

Pairing: Min Yoongi x Reader

Genre: Fluff, Parenthood AU

Rating: PG13

Warnings: Kissing!

Summary: Your son asks his father what the true meaning of Christmas is. 

           “Appa, what’s Christmas about?” The little voice comes padding into the living room, eyes trained on Yoongi’s figure, slightly hunched, glasses slipping, book in hand.

           “What do you mean?” Yoongi asks, eying your child.

           “Why do people celebrate it?” They ask climbing on the couch.

           “Depends, if they are religious, and believe in Jesus, then they celebrate the birth of Jesus,”

           “It’s Jesus’ birthday?”

           “Mm, kind of. It’s what they’ve decided is Jesus’ birthday.” Yoongi clarifies.

           “But if it’s not Jesus’ birthday, why do they celebrate it?” They ask.

           “That’s a question for Amma,” Yoongi says, nodding his head.

           “You don’t think it’s Jesus’ birthday, do you?”

           “No, I don’t,” Yoongi shakes his head.  

           “Why do you celebrate it?”

           “People who don’t believe in Jesus, like me, think it’s just a holiday about giving presents. People choose to celebrate it, or they choose to ignore it.” Yoongi tells them.

           “We celebrate it?” They ask.

           “We do,” Yoongi nods.

           “Why?” Their curiosity is Yoongi’s favorite part of fatherhood.

           “Because Amma believes it’s Jesus’ birthday,” He answers.

           “But you don’t?” The dots are slowly connecting.

           “I don’t,”

           “I don’t get it,” They say.

           “That’s okay,” Yoongi reassures, tucking their hair behind their ear.

           “Appa, what does Christmas mean to you?” Their eyes are wide, staring intently into Yoongi’s. He often finds it hard to stare that them, they’re like a mirror, reflecting him.

           “That’s a good question,” Yoongi had long since put his book aside, knowing full well the minute your child shuffled into the living room, thirty minutes after their nap started, that reading was over. The delicate smile on their lips warmed Yoongi’s heart and was a telltale sign that your child had a question.

           “What do you think it means?” Yoongi asks back.

           “I asked you first Appa!” They giggle, leaning into Yoongi’s side. Instinctively he wraps an arm around them, pulling them close.

           “For me, Christmas was always just a day. For some it was a day for presents, for others, like me, it was a day that I got paid extra at work. My coworkers would all take the day off, and before BTS, I needed the money, so I worked.”

           “All day?” Your child’s eyes are wide.

           “All day,” Yoongi nods.

           “Did you get presents?” They inquire.

           “A few small ones,” Yoongi says.

           “No Santa?” They prod.

           “Do you believe in Santa?” Yoongi counters.

           “Not really,” They say, shaking their head.

           “Mm, me either. We didn’t have a lot of money growing up, or when I was a trainee, so it wasn’t a big deal,” Yoongi shrugs.

           “Christmas means work?” There they go again, connecting the dots.

           “For some people it does, because they have to,”

           “But you don’t have to?” Yoongi can see the concern flash across their eyes, like they just realized their father wasn’t going to be home on Christmas.

           “Not anymore, no.” Yoongi comforts.

           “If Christmas doesn’t mean work… what does it mean?” The confusion drips from their tiny voice.

           “To me, Christmas is about spending time together with the people you love,” Yoongi explains.

           “Me and Amma and baby?” They list, each person being ticked off on a small finger.

           “Yes, and sometimes your uncles too, or your grandparents,” Yoongi adds, ticking them off on his own.

           “Sometimes we go on a plane!”

           “Yeah, we go on a plane to see Amma’s family,” Yoongi adds.

           “I like when we do that. Can we do that this year?” There is too much hope in their eyes.

           “No buddy, we’re going for the summer, remember?” Yoongi’s voice is gentle, the potential tantrum or fit always in the back of his mind.

           “Oh, and Christmas?” They wonder.

           “No, not Christmas,”

           “New Year’s?” They ask.

           “No love, next year,” Yoongi says, slightly exasperated by the lack of understanding of time and frankly, the word no.

           Your child sits in their disappointment, Yoongi’s words lingering in their mind.

           “I think Christmas is about wearing comfy pajamas and watching movies on the couch when I get to be stuck between you and Amma, and hot cocoa, and my Advent calendar,” Your child looks at Yoongi, who unbeknownst to them, has been staring, watching their mind work.

           “What do you think it means to Amma?” Yoongi asks.

           You can’t tell if he heard you open the door or saw your shadow pass as you tiptoe into the house. You pause, keys in hand, coat still on, listening to your husband and oldest child.

           “Amma likes Christmas a lot… she likes the music and the cookies! Appa we have to have cookies!” The sudden burst of energy sends a laugh through Yoongi.

           “Amma’s been making them,” Yoongi reminds them.

           “Mm, can we have one?” Their hands are folded in prayer, or rather in please.

           “For snack?”

           “Yeah!”

           “You gotta eat some veggies first,” Yoongi counters.

           “Fine… Amma likes Christmas movies too,”

           “Who does she like watching them with?”

           “Me! And baby, and you, she likes you too,” They say, definite that you love Yoongi too.

           Yoongi chuckles, “I’d hope so.”

           “Does Amma like Christmas, or does she like spending time with family, like you?”

           “Why don’t you ask her?” Yoongi points and your child turns to see you padding into the living room.

           “Hi honey,” You say moving to sit next to your child. They burrow into your side, happy to have you home.

           “Amma, what does Christmas mean to you?” They ask, eyes wide, staring into yours.

           “Is that the topic of conversation?” You glance between them and Yoongi, he hasn’t stopped smiling. He gives you a knowing look, a look that years of parenting has taught you the meaning of.

           “Yeah, Appa says that it’s about family,” They say.

           “Well he’s right,” You agree.

           “He says you believe that it’s Jesus’ birthday.”

           “I do, yes, what else did Appa tell you?” You ask.

           “That we can’t see grandma until summer,” They tell you.

           “Oh, that’s true,” You nod.

           “That makes me sad,” They whisper.

           “Me too, honey,” You agree, voice small, hating the acknowledge that you wouldn’t be home for Christmas.

           “Christmas is about Jesus?”

           “The whole Christmas season is called Advent,” You tell.

“Like my calendar!”

“Exactly, and it’s about hope, love, peace and joy. Each week you celebrate a new theme, leading to the birth of Jesus. It’s about preparation, preparing your heart and preparing your mind for the celebration of the birth of the savior.”

           “Is that where Santa comes in?” They tilt their head to the side, unsure if their question made any sense to anyone but them.

           “No, that’s where the wisemen and the shepherds and the angel chorus come in,” You correct.

           “Oh, no Santa?”

           “Santa was created to help spread cheer to people who didn’t have money or the opportunity to buy gifts, and he comes from a guy named Saint Nicholas,” You inform.

           “Did he know Jesus?” They ask.

           “Yes, because Jesus knows everyone,” You say, watching their eyes widen.

           “Christmas is about Jesus,” They confirm.

           “For me it is, but you get to choose what Christmas means to you,” You tell them.

           “Can we read the story about Jesus?” Your child asks, staring at you. Yoongi has gone and come back with snacks, cut up veggies and snack mix for you and your oldest. The second time he disappears, he comes back with drinks in one hand, and your one-year-old in the other.

           “Look who’s up,” He says, passing your youngest to you.

           “Hi lovey,” You say, planting a kiss on their cheek. “Yoongi-ah, can you grab my bible from the shelf in the office?”

           Yoongi nods before retreating to the study.

           “You have to eat your veggies first,” You inform, reminding your child that Christmas cookies have to come second.

           “That’s what Appa said,” They grumble, reaching for a cucumber.

           “That’s because Appa and I share a brain,” You coo at your infant, who still has sleep in their eyes post afternoon nap. Not only does Yoongi arrive with your Bible, but he brings a bottle for the tot.

           “Trade,” He hands you the Bible and takes the baby.

           “Alright, the Gospel according to Luke, chapter 2,” You read, leaning against the back of the couch.

           Your eldest continues to snack as you read, clarifying language like decree and heavenly host. You’ve promised to answer every question your child has after you’ve finished reading the story, and they are happy to abide by that as they slowly work their way through their veggies. As you read, you hope the words of the Gospel speak to your child as words of hope and comfort. That they are words to inspire, to strike a match in them. Maybe not this story, but maybe another. Sitting on the couch as a family unit, Christmas tree sparkling as the sun fades, your children safe within yours and Yoongi’s arms, you’re grateful that this is what Christmas truly means.

Next: Did You Know? 

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[justasparkwritings]

Merry & Bright {9}: Shawty, With You

Previous: May All Your Christmases Be White

Pairing: Min Yoongi x Reader

Genre: Fluff

Rating: PG13

Warnings: Swearing! Kissing!

Summary: Yoongi’s been too nervous, and awkward, and embarrassed, to kiss you. With a nudge from his friends, will he finally do it? 

          Yoongi moves absentmindedly through the Christmas party. It’s a mix of who’s who in the music scene, a wanna be Quincy Jones Grammy party outfitted with the hottest celebs, elves and a high society mall Santa. Somewhere in the mix of celebrities and B-listers, Yoongi knows, is you.

           You, no doubt dressed in an ethereal holiday outfit, make up flawless and striking, resembling something straight from Euphoria, and if he knows you, laughing. God, Yoongi loves your laugh, the trill notes you hit in your giggle, the way your smile showed your double set of dimples, chocolate eyes squinting as you lost yourself in bliss. The smile you made when you’d calmed down, not gummy like his, but dazzling, blinding, Helen of Troy sent men to war over her beauty, and if you were any less otherworldly, you could destroy the galaxy.

           “You have to talk to her,” Namjoon urges, moving to stand next to Yoongi.

           “I don’t even know if she’s here,” Yoongi says, eyes scanning the crowd.

           “Text her,” Namjoon says.

           “No,” Yoongi shakes his head.

           “Make a move before she finds someone else to kiss at midnight,” Namjoon takes a sip of his drink, eyebrows raised. “I’m right.”

           “Namjoonie, leave me alone,” Yoongi blushes, gently shoving his maknae.

           “At least come dance with us,” Namjoon nudges him towards the dance floor, and he resigns himself to partake.

           “Let me get a drink first,” Yoongi counters, and reluctantly Namjoon allows Yoongi out of his sight.

           Drifting to the bar, Yoongi bumps into a countless number of celebrities, all looking at him with confusion and recognition in their eyes. They can tell he’s important, the way he holds himself, the manner he’s dressed… It screams of his status, but they can’t place him. K-pop absolutely, but which group? And after they determine the group, which member? Yoongi appreciates his anonymity, though racist, as he brushes against Jimin at the bar.

           “Suga-hyung!” Jimin calls, smile dancing on his lips. He wraps his arm around his shoulders, dragging him to the front of the line with him.

           “How deep are you?” Yoongi asks, laughing at the blatant intoxication of Jimin and Jungkook.

           “Get on our level!” Jungkook yells, giggling immediately as the words fall from his lips.

           “Fine,” Yoongi orders three shots, tosses them back and turns to his maknae. “Happy?”

           “Let’s dance!” Jimin calls. He takes the hand of each man and guides them to the dance floor. An EDM version of Last Christmas fades as a dance-pop remix of Jingle Bell Rock takes its place. The seven men have a way of finding each other regardless of circumstance, regardless of the crowds around them… Their hearts beat together. Tonight, though hammered nearly into oblivion, they’ve managed to find one another on the dance floor. To say they’re a spectacle would be an understatement. It’s hard to dance anywhere when Jimin, Ho-Seok, Taehyung and Jungkook could wipe the floor with anyone that tried, and tonight is no different.

           They laugh and sing as they groove, only stopping when Yoongi stands still, eyes staring at a figure in the distance.

           You’re laughing with some guy he doesn’t recognize, the light of the nearby Christmas tree illuminating your dimples, gold eye liner striking a contrast against your warm skin. Yoongi doesn’t realize he’s staring until Taehyung is in his face, drunken smile dancing on his boxy lips.

           “Yoongi-ah go say something,” Taehyung urges.

           “He’s too scared,” Ho-Seok adds.

           “Just remind her how handsome you are… Oh wait, that’s me!” Jin laughs at his bad joke, which elicits an eyeroll from Namjoon and a giggle from Jimin.

           “She doesn’t care,” Yoongi shrugs, ear trying to make out the new song the DJ is scratching.

           “That’s a lie and you know it, she likes you,” Taehyung teases.

           “How would you know?” Yoongi questions, eyes suspicious.

           “Get her under the mistletoe and find out!” Taehyung turns from him, laughing with Ho-Seok as they begin some choreography he doesn’t recognize.

           “Oo, kiss her underneath the mistletoe!” Jungkook says, his mind catching up to what Taehyung had suggested.

           “That’d be so romantic,” Jimin adds.

           “Then you’d know,” Namjoon says. He glances past Yoongi at you. You’re stunning, merriment pouring from you like light from the angels. He knows Yoongi is smitten, the flirting and banter you’ve exchanged over the last few months, the dates that haven’t quite been dates, the longing stares and gentle touches Yoongi hoped he hadn’t dreamed… Namjoon had seen it all. He hoped that being in LA for the holidays would spur his hyung on, give him the courage to seal the deal or be gently rejected, and here he stood, at the hottest Christmas party of the season, standing, staring, unmoving.

           Namjoon turned to his brothers, and in a quick huddle they hatched a plan. Yoongi wasn’t clueless, but he could be misdirected, especially when he was drunk, especially when you were involved.

           Guiding Yoongi back to the bar, Namjoon turned quickly into the crowd, leaving Yoongi alone. Annoyed, he started walking back to the dance floor, only to be grabbed by Jimin who said Namjoon was at the other bar, on the opposite side of the room. Nodding, Yoongi started making his way through the crowd to the opposite side, only to be distracted by Taehyung and Jin, laughing uproariously, guiding him towards the buffet and away from the bar. Somewhere between the buffet and circling around the pool, Yoongi is left alone, taking in his surroundings.

Where the fuck is he?

           He turns to walk back the way he came, bumping into you. In the distance he sees Namjoon and Ho-Seok, giving him a thumbs up. He suppresses his instinctive eye roll.

           “Fuck,” He says, arms intuitively wrapping around your waist to keep you from falling.

“Sorry,” He breathes.

           “It’s o- Min Yoongi,” You smile, lipstick still impeccably placed. “Funny running into you here.”

           “I, uh, yeah,” Yoongi’s immediately flustered, cheeks crimson as he tries to glance away from you.

           “I’ve been looking for you, your friends said you’d be here,” You say, hands tightening around his biceps. He gets the hint and tries to relax but having you in his arms is electrifying.

           “Hmm, they led me on some wild goose chase to I guess, find you,” He shrugs.

           “Isn’t that romantic?” You laugh, eyes glancing above you. Yoongi copies you, eyes going embarrassingly wide as he takes in what hangs above you. Mistletoe.

           Yoongi stops staring at the plant, which he assumes is plastic, and dares to lock eyes with you.

           “I, uh, I’m,” He’s flustered, and it’s making your knees weak.

           “We don’t have to, we can just, walk away?” You offer, a hint of disappointment in your voice. Whether you want Yoongi to detect it or not, he does.

           “There’s nowhere else I’d rather be,” Yoongi says. His dominant hand moves swiftly from your waist to cup your cheek and in a decisive moment, his lips are on yours. They’re soft and gentle, skillful and patient.

           In the distance, Yoongi’s brothers whoop and holler before tossing back another shot and dispersing to go back to dancing.

           Under the mistletoe, you and Yoongi remain, lips intertwined.

Next: All I Want Is You

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[justasparkwritings]

Merry & Bright {7}: Ribbons and Bows

Previous: Once Bitten, Twice Shy

Pairing: Kim Taehyung x Reader

Genre: Angst to Fluff

Rating: PG13

Warnings: Swearing! Bath! 

Summary: Taehyung has no idea what to get you for Christmas. 

          “Ugh!” Taehyung yelled, tossing his phone across the room. The burst of movement and elevated volume scared Yeontan, who uncharacteristically began to bark, unsure what to do at Tae’s sudden outburst. “Damn it!” He yelled, hand slapping loudly against the wood of his desk. He raked his fingers through his hair, and nervously began biting his nails.

           “Tae, are you alright?” You asked, walking briskly into his office. “What happened?”

           He can hear the concern in your voice, the fear that something truly tragic has happened.

           “Nothing, I’m just disappointed, something fell through,” He shook his head, curls falling daintily on his forehead.

           “With work?” You questioned.

           “No, Christmas,” He turned in his chair, eyes scanning your face.

           “Christmas?” You repeated, leaning against the door frame.

           “Yeah, something important.”

           “Is there anything I can do to fix it?” You asked.

           “No,” Taehyung sank in his chair.

           “Do you want to be alone?” You offered.

           “No, I have rehearsals for the MMA and MAMA awards,” He stood, placing a kiss on your forehead before moving towards the closet.

           “Will you be all day?” You inquired.

           “I think so, we have rehearsals at Big Hit and then they want to talk about the New Year’s performance,” He called, digging in a draw for a sweatband.

           “So, don’t wait up?” You inferred.

           “Yeah, I’m sorry,” He stopped, taking in your sunken shoulders. “I’m sorry that spending Christmas with me is a lot of you spending time alone.”

           “It is what it is, Tae. Maybe I’ll have the driver take me to the mall or to a museum, there are a few exhibits that I haven’t seen yet,” You offered, trying to lessen the guilt he was feeling.

           “Okay, if we get done early or if we take a dinner break, I’ll send for you, yeah?” He suggested.

           “Yeah,” You said, nodding.

           Taehyung wrapped you in his arms, his guilt blending into your compassion.

           “I love you,” He leaned down, lips finding yours out of habit, enrapturing you in the sensation of his touch.

           “I love you too, and you’re going to be late,” You said, eyes staring into his.

           “Don’t wait up, and I’ll try to be home early.”

           You stood in his office as he left, Yeontan instinctively retreating to you, nuzzling your sock covered feet.

           “I know, Tannie, it fucking sucks,” You said reaching down to pick him up. “At least we have each other, you can help me wrap presents.”

           When Taehyung asked you to spend December with him, you were hesitant. A month in Korea was thrilling, the potential for exploring and being with him for longer than a week or a handful of days was enticing… It had the potential to be magical and amazing. What you hadn’t accounted for was his rehearsals, the MMA and MAMA awards back-to-back, coupled with New Year’s prep and other interviews and promotions... December was supposed to be busy with holiday shopping and family stress, not an overwhelming amount of work anxiety and disdain for the profession he loved.

          After reviewing his schedule together, Taehyung had apologized profusely, feeling so guilty he was pulling you away from family to sit in his apartment in Korea. He arranged a tour guide, and the first two weeks you spent most days outside, exploring Seoul, going to markets and museums. Your guide was your lifeline to the rest of the world, and you were eternally grateful for her generosity and kindness. To the Korean’s, you were just another foreigner touring their country, which afforded you the ability to go everywhere, endless possibilities for you to take advantage of.

          Throughout your day trips, you collected trinkets and items for Christmas gifts, and after requesting items for a wrapping station, you slowly started to prep Tae’s apartment for Christmas. He didn’t have many decorations but hinted that he would be happy with whatever you wanted. With your guide by your side, you set out to outfit his home for the holidays. You were happy to be busy with something, and grateful that Taehyung had money in spades. Nothing was too much, and after a few days, his home finally turned into the Christmas palace you’d imagined. The scent of pine wafted through the halls, lights were strung delicately, with garland and trinkets placed gently around the living room and kitchen. You’d even put a small tree in the bedroom, whose warm glow gave Tannie comfort as he slept under it.

          While you wrapped presents, Taehyung was entering the rehearsal space in a foul mood, your understanding eyes, with a hint of sadness crinkling the corners as he placed a goodbye kiss on your forehead. The image wouldn’t go away.

          “Aye, TaeTae, you alright?” Ho-Seok asked, eyeing the state of the maknae.

          “No,” He said, head shaking, slipping his headband over his ears to push his hair back. “Let’s fucking work.”

          The six members exchanged a worried glance, Taehyung was never this angry or upset. He was even keeled, easy going, bringing light to every space he entered. Their concern mounted as the hours stretched on and Tae developed a determination that rivaled Jimin’s and a disdain for everything spoken that was coming for Yoongi’s crown.

          “Tae, you gotta go home,” Namjoon said, gobbling down water during their latest break.

          “We’re not done,” Tae said, glaring at him.

          “You are, go home,” Namjoon wasn’t asking. He was demanding. Taehyung looked at his bandmates, who all nodded in agreement. He knew the choreography better than any of them, he could skip the last few hours, and no one would be the wiser.

          Sulking into his chauffeured car, his mind drifted back to your Christmas gift. What did you want? What did you need? He could just go to Chanel and buy you a bag, or a shirt or clutch from Versace… Maybe a piece of luggage from Luis Vuitton, or a Rolex, you could wear a Rolex… Maybe stop at Tiffany’s, oh, a ring. A pearl ring, maybe that’s it?

          He didn’t realize the driver had stopped until he heard his name, Mr. Kim, and pulled himself out of his reverie.

          He was trying to be strong, to not let the exhaustion and anger break through to you. Hitting his desk had been the first display you’d come in contact with, and Taehyung hoped it would be the last.

          Stepping into his apartment, pine wafting through his nostrils, Christmas lights on and music playing, he padded towards the source: the master bath.

          You sat in the tub, bubbles overflowing, a glass of something sparkling in your hands.

          “I didn’t know you were coming home so early,” You said, sitting up and staring at him. Wordlessly, he stripped, tossing his sweaty clothes into a pile. He sunk down behind you, arms wrapping around your waist. “Babe?”

          “I don’t know what to get you for Christmas,” The admission came with a wave of tears. You tried to turn to face him, to see the look in his eyes, but his decision to sit behind you was intentional, he was embarrassed.

          “Babe, it’s okay,” You reassured.

          “You’ve been so excited to be here, and so understanding when I’ve been busy and I just… I wanted this to be perfect and I can’t even think of what to get you.” He pulls you closer to him, lips pressing softly at the cross of your neck and shoulder. He sniffles as his lips nip at your skin.

          “Aw, honey,” You said hands moving up and down his forearms.

          “I’m sorry you’re having a terrible Christmas with me, I’m really sorry,” He said. “I’ve thought about everything… Plane tickets for a vacation, a new car, expensive rings… Everything.”

          His brown eyes are wrapped in anguish, why couldn’t he find something perfect for you?

          “Taehyung, don’t you know me better than that?” You moved out of his grip, turning to face him, legs moving around his hips.

          “What do you mean?” He asked.

          “There’s something I really want, but it might be hard to find…”

          “I’ll find it, what is it?” His desperation was palpable.

          “It’s already mine,” You said, smiling gently at him.

          “What is it?” His desperation had clouded his ability to understand subtext. You laughed lightly.

          “You, Kim Taehyung, I want you,” You answered, leaning in to press a kiss on the tip of his nose.

          “Me?” He repeats. You smile, pressing a sound kiss to his lips, slowly sucking on his bottom lip, allowing his tongue entrance into your mouth, your hands moving quickly to tangle in his hair. He moans into your mouth, the tug on his hair eliciting the reaction you’d hoped for.

          You pulled away first, forehead resting against his, both gulping down air. Taking your bottom lip between his teeth, you sigh.

          “I don’t need ribbons and bows, Tae, I just need your love.”

Next: May All Your Christmases Be White

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[justasparkwritings]

Merry & Bright {1}: Silver & Gold

Pairing: Min Yoongi x Reader

Genre: Fluff

Rating: PG13 

Warnings: Swearing! 

Summary: Is your boyfriend ready for your holiday cheer? 

           In a sunlit apartment, you and Yoongi slept diligently. Bodies connected only by feet that laid overlapping at the bottom of the bed, yours buried under his, his mindlessly resting on yours. The anticipation of today nearly kept you awake, the joy of your first Christmas season with your boyfriend was nothing short of thrilling, and overwhelming, and potentially disappointing. Or, as you put it, hazards of the season.

          Yoongi wasn’t into Christmas like you were, and neither was Yoongi’s family. He didn’t celebrate Advent, or read devotionals preparing for the Christmas season. He didn’t listen to carols and actually believe what they said, and he didn’t buy into the rampant consumerism attached with the holiday. Yoongi was simple, modest in his celebrations and steadfast in his hatred for Santa and Elf on a Shelf.

          You’d tried to warn him, tried to tell him that you and your family went big for Christmas. Not inflatables in your front yard big, not light-up-nativity-midnight-Mass big either. Traditions, family centered, everyone coming together big. Your stubbornness as a child resulted in strictly adhered to traditions, which you held very close to your heart. Presents opened on Christmas Eve, cut outs decorated a few days before Christmas, French silk pie for Christmas Eve dessert, to be eaten after church, songs and albums that had to be listen to first. You told Yoongi you’d go easy on him; it’d take time for him to adjust to such rigorous traditions, lord knew your brother-in-law took years to acclimate to your family’s joys. But Yoongi, ever the goal setter, was determined to find joy in what you found bliss in, resolute to familiarize and adapt faster than anyone you’d ever dated. He was unwavering in his desire to be present and jubilant in your celebrations until he had to bid you adieu and solemnly head back to Korea, where he’d wait for you to join him for New Years.  

          The escalating trill of your alarm alerted you that it was time to wake up. You rolled over, glancing at your phone to check the time, 8:25AM, December 1st and in an attempt to muffle what was sure to wake your boyfriend up, you screamed into the pillow. Your attempt at muffling the curt sound failed spectacularly, and Yoongi awoke with a start, yelling “what?” in his native tongue, fear and concern washing over his once placid features. He reached for his glasses, slipping them on and stared at you. Glancing over at him, you smiled, phone in hand.

           “Do you know what today is?” You asked, excitement rippling through your vocal chords.

           “Who cares what today is, are you okay?” Yoongi demanded.

           “Yoongi, do you know what today is?” You asked again, eyes set on his, your framed spectacles mirroring his (a coincidence you both took as a weird sign that you were fated to be together).

           “No,” He said, eyes still confused if your outburst had been about bodily harm.

           “Oh my god! It’s time for Christmas!” You yelled, phone in hand, sprinting out of the bedroom and into the living room. Yoongi watched as your bare legs jiggled, carrying you swiftly to the surround system headquarters. He groggily followed, slipping a sweatshirt over his head, eyes still ripe with sleep, concern ebbing.

           He stopped at the entrance to the living room, mere paces from the home you’d made in bed, to watch you. Carefully, you turned the necessary devices on, delicately adjusting the bass and amping the volume, all to ring out the opening notes. The dull synthesizer pulled the sharp quality of the opening triplet in tight, allowing for the softness of the drums, bongos maybe, to be heard hitting a two count on, two count off, in opposition of what Yoongi swore were bells. As he listened, he realized the composition was something he hadn’t heard of and was curious to know what was being played. The smooth vocals began to bring the melody out, as Vanessa Williams crooned:

Said the night wind, to the little lamb

Do you see what I see

Way up in the sky little lamb

Do you see what I see

A star

A star dancing in the night

With a tail as big as a kite

           Yoongi watched as the smile danced across your lips, your eyes trained on your phone, no doubt texting your family, before you quickly set it down. Your eyes couldn’t help but beam with all the excitement you were feeling, utter blessedness as the song continued. You gave yourself to the music, swaying to the rhythm, slowly singing the African chants as they appeared mixed within the composition. He watched as your hips gyrated, mimicking a traditional African dance as the music swelled. He smiled to himself, watching you being moved by the music made him love you more. He couldn’t stop giggling at your unbridled joy over this carol.

Said the shepherd boy to the mighty king Do you know what I know In your palace oh mighty king Do you know what I know

A child, a child, shivers in the cold Let us bring him silver and gold Let us bring him silver and gold

           As the horns picked up, cheers of “oh, oh, oh” came swelling through the speakers, you turned to Yoongi, your love, your partner.

           “Dance with me,” You posed, hand outstretched to his. He smiled, gums and all, shaking his head repeatedly, giggling softly.

           “It’s too early for dancing,” He hummed, voice low with its premature use this morning.

           “Min Yoongi, Suga, dance with me,” You asked again, eyes wide. “It’s almost my favorite part!”

           “Ahh, fine,” He said, shaking his bangs and coming to take your hand. You pulled him close, hand in his, arm draped over his shoulder.

           “This is my favorite part, you have to close your eyes though, you have to feel it,” You whispered, hand coming to rest on his heart. He nodded. He’d become accustomed to this request, and often had the same of you. Turning off your sight, allowing your hearing to become dominant, always drew out your emotional connection to the music. When he sent you samples, tagged with a ‘remember, close your eyes’, you always obliged. While you played him a song that meant something to you, you asked the same in return. With the horns swelling, the chorus’s voices growing, Yoongi closed his eyes and tried to feel what you did.

Listen, do you see what I see?

Do you hear what I hear?

Do you know what I know?

Pray for peace, people everywhere!

Oh oh

Do you hear what I hear?

          Yoongi hadn’t understood why you felt anything to this song, or why you were so excited for this holiday season. He couldn’t comprehend your joy over the Christ child being born. But slow dancing with you, his arm wrapped securely around your waist, your voice singing softly, Yoongi heard what you heard. He knew what you knew. When he opened his eyes, he saw what you saw.

Next: Baby, Sugar, Honey, Darling 

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[justasparkwritings]

Merry & Bright {19}: We’re Happy Tonight

Previous: Did You Know? 

Pairing: Jeon Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Fluff

Rating: PG13

Warnings: Kissing!

Summary: Watching your niece’s dance recital prompts Jungkook to ask you an important question. 

         Your family shuffles into the auditorium, your sister and brother-in-law at the helm, guiding the clan towards their seats. Jungkook’s hand is in yours, his eyes looking around at the high school theater, fabric covered seats from the 80’s, stale air and Christmas decorations made of butcher paper and glitter. You’re pulling him along, fully aware he’s lost in a state of reverie and comfort, happy to be experiencing so normal, and remembering the times in his youth that he was brought to theaters like this.

           Sitting down, careful to extricate himself from his wool coat, Jungkook keeps his gloves on, hand tattoos covered as to not alert anyone of his identity. Your hand, knitted together with his, hangs gently off the arm rest. Your other opens and scans the program, looking for your nieces’ names in the dance descriptions.

           Squeezing his hand lightly, you glance at him, his skin glowing in the soft florescent lights.

           “How you doing?” You ask, pulling him from his thoughts.

           “Good, excited,” He smiles. The glimmer in his eye is shining, does he know he still makes you nervous?

           “You’re my favorite, you know that?” You say, giving a voice to the arthropods whose wings hadn’t stopped since he walked down the stairs, dress pants pressed, buttoned down revealing a little too much for the imagination.

           “Mm, you’re my favorite too,” He replies, leaning in to place a chaste kiss on your lips as the lights lower.

           Hooting and hollering ensues, family cheering for their dancers, excitement and holiday merriment flooding from every person onto the stage. Red and white lights dance across the stage, revealing a group of teenagers, the swell of an instrumental Carol of the Bells fills the theater and soon, routine on pointe is being performed.

           Jungkook is entranced by the dancing, gasping quietly when the lights shift, or a dancer lands a double pirouette. He’s squeezing your hand between routines; bunny smile never leaving his lips until the first routine containing your eldest niece begins. While he watched every other routine for the sake of joy, hoping they didn’t mess up, scared they would humiliate themselves like he had in his early days, he watched your niece with care. At this point in your relationship, they were no longer just your nieces, but shared amongst you and Jungkook. He loved them almost as much as you did, and he was beyond thrilled to finally be able to see one of their recitals in person.

           “Whoa,” He exhaled as your niece danced across the stage, a well-choreographed contemporary routine to Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas, wherein Jungkook was mesmerized by the lines in the dancer’s leaps, the precision in their turns, the emotion that the ten-year-olds were conveying in an already charged song. He was impressed by their grace, their poise, their abandon as they moved in their coordinating outfits. Jungkook always had the option of being hypercritical, his perfectionism could tear him down to the sad little trainee that had wanted to quit when it got too hard. Watching your eldest niece, all he wanted to do was praise her.

           “That was so good!” He softly exclaims, leaning over to whisper to your sister.

           “She’s been practicing for weeks!” Your brother-in-law says a smile of pride on his lips.

           “You know, I used to dance,” You say, voice low as the next group starts their routine.

           “Jazz, right?” He whispers.

           “Tap too,” You inform.

           “Hmm,” He nods.

           “And when I felt like it, a little BTS choreography,” You kiss his cheek gently. Jungkook giggles.

           “Mm, I believe I have a drunken video of you and Jimin doing Boy with Luv somewhere,”

           You snigger, you know exactly where that video is.

           “It’s too bad that there isn’t a routine to the holiday mix of Dynamite,” You say turning to face the stage, eyes momentarily finished examining his side profile.

           “You wouldn’t,” He responds, eyes glancing back at you, finally pulling himself from the stage.

           “I’m just saying, seems like a missed opportunity for some ten-year-olds to bust out the old choreo,” You chuckle.

           “You will pay for this,” Jungkook’s words leave a smirk on your lips, and you squeeze his hand again.

           Glancing at the stage, you’re greeted by twelve little kids, all in black leggings and leotards, with scarves around their necks and Santa hats on their heads. You point out your youngest niece, all of five years old, ready to shuffle-step-heel to Winter Wonderland.

           If you were honest, you hated recitals. While Jungkook could hide his perfectionism, you struggled to not judge and snipe. Watching five-year olds dance was not your idea of enjoyable, but you would do anything for your nieces, anything.

           As the song bopped along, you watched your niece try and locate your family in the crowd. There was a strict no recording policy, and fortunately for your embarrassment, your family was abiding by the rule. Your niece, less precocious than her sister, craned her neck, curly hair pinned to the top, trying to find you. In a sea of people, the one person she found was Jungkook. After missing several steps due to her giving him her secret handshake, she turned to her peers and tried to pick up where she left off.

           Jungkook was beaming, a sacred moment shared between them, imprinted on his heart. He couldn’t stop thinking about it as the show quickly finished, and your crew found themselves waiting patiently in the lobby, flowers in hand.

           “What was your favorite?” You ask, arm wrapping around his waist.

           “Hmm, definitely Winter Wonderland,” Jungkook responds.

           “Because you secretly want to be a tap dancer?” You laugh.

           “Hm, I’m surprised there wasn’t any hip hop thrown in,” Your brother-in-law wonders.

           “What, no gyrating to All I Want for Christmas is You?”

           “I just mean,” Jungkook blushes the lightest shade of pink.

           “JK, I’m joking,” You smile.

           “I know,” He returns it, watt for watt.

           “Auntie!” You hear as your nieces come running towards you, your sister, slightly frazzled, behind them. “JK!”

           They barrel into both of you, wrapping their arms around both of you. Jungkook picks up the youngest and scrunches his nose in excitement.

           “You were so good! You have to show me some of those moves later, okay?” He asks. She nods in his arms.

           “JK when will you teach me some choreography?” The eldest asks, arm around her father’s waist, head resting tiredly against his chest.

           “Hmm, maybe this Christmas,” He answers. “What do you want to start with?”

           “The holiday mix of Dynamite,” You answer, and your niece nods.

           “Or Black Swan,” She says.

           “Good choice,” He sets your niece down and turns to you, smiling. “Maybe your aunt would like to partake.”

           “Hey, I can teach tap, the rest is all you Idol,” You wink at him as your clan begins to move out of the lobby and to the cars, tired from an evening of theater, ready for dinner and an endless supply of Christmas treats.

           Jungkook is silent as you head towards your car, a moment of peace between you, saved for the fact that his eyes are heavy.

           “What’s on your mind?” You ask.

           “I was wondering,” He stops in the parking lot, turning to look at you, taking both hands in his. “Do you ever think, that maybe that will be us someday?”

           “Dancing on a stage? Don’t you do that professionally?” You quip.

           “I mean you and me, at our kids dance recital,” His eyes stay steady with yours.

           “Oh,” You whisper, taken aback by his confession.

           “In a few years, or sooner, maybe we start thinking about it,”

           “Yeah, I want to, I want that,” You say, gaze trying to stay on his.

           “Yeah?” He asks.

           “But only with you, and only if at an early age we commit to teaching them the entire catalogue of-

           Jungkook cuts off your teasing with a kiss, all lips and wanting, heat and desire as he pulls you close. To any outsider, it’s a beautiful sight, you and him, together, planning your future.

Next: I Could Care Less

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[justasparkwritings]

Merry & Bright {27}: Glitter on the Floor*

Previous: Anticipating 

Pairing: Kim Taehyung x Reader

Genre: SMUT

Rating: NC17

Warnings: Swearing! Sexy Times!

Summary: The morning after your New Years party is the perfect time to discuss your future. 

          Taehyung wakes slowly, the sun streaming in from a crack in the blinds. His mind is hazy with memories of last night, dancing, glitter, sequins, base rattling the chandelier, Ho-Seok’s dance break, eating pizza in the living room at 2AM and, you. Rolling over, he finds you tucked under the blankets, hair a halo on your pillow, skin illuminated by the beams of light. He’d give anything to wake up like this every day, the city restless outside the confines of his home, glitter seeping into every crack and crevice of the apartment, you beside him.

         You’d agreed to host the New Year’s bash simply based on the look Ho-Seok had given you when it came up. Any chance to wear neon eyeliner and encrust your eyelids with rhinestones was an opportunity you would be foolish not to take. You’d meticulously planned the evening, from the theme to the food, Taehyung offering creative direction and steering the ship with you, taking turns as you cruised. It had been everything you’d ever wanted in a party, all your favorite people, the best food, Jimin and Jungkook setting the music for the night with a brilliant mix of pop, American, European and Korean, mixed with R&B and full of energy. The polaroid cameras they’d been gifted were out and about, extra film in one central location, which inevitably led to photos people forgot or didn’t like scattered on the hardwood. You didn’t care, it was going to go down as the most spectacular New Years party ever had, which finished nicely with an outstanding fireworks display and the love of your life’s lips on yours at midnight. Though, Taehyung didn’t know he was the love of your life, and in your haste to celebrate a new year with your friends, you hadn’t taken the time to tell him like you had planned. Instead, you bit back your words, kissed him wildly, and retreated to the dance floor.

         As you roll over, eyes opening to the morning light, your chocolate eyes land on his, already awake, already staring.

         “Morning,” He says, hand reaching out to cup your cheek, thumb moving gently against your bottom lip.

         “Morning,” You reply, eyes still covered in sleep, body too tired to react to his gentle touch.

         “Did you sleep good?” He asks, propping himself up on his elbow.

         “Mm, am I not still asleep?” You wonder, eyes blinking rapidly.

         “Depends what your dreams were about,” Taehyung says, arm reaching for your hips, pulling your body closer to his.

         “I don’t remember,” You say, “I was reliving flashes of last night.”

         “Which parts?” He inquires, breath hot on your face as he places kisses on your forehead, lips dragging to your cheeks, across to your nose.

         “The best parts,” You say, eyes fluttering closed to encourage your senses to focus on his touch.

         “Which were?” His lips whisper against your ear, teeth tugging your bare earlobe gently. It wasn’t often that your ears weren’t adorned, and he relished the ability to take your sensitive flesh between his teeth.

         “You,” You whisper, hips already becoming unruly under his touch. “Tae,” You moan gently, hands moving up his chest, tweaking his nipples between your fingers.

         “Y/N,” He moans against your neck, lips pressing gently on your flesh, teeth ready and willing to nip at the exposed skin.

         Your hands snake around his neck, fingers tugging the hair at the nape of his neck, gently pulling his head up.

         “Tae, look at me,” You whine. Taehyung pulls up, tongue absentmindedly jutting between his lips.

         “What is it?” He asks, eyes searching yours.

         “I wanted to tell you something last night but I didn’t get the chance,” You scoot your body so it’s flush against his, his bare chest radiating heat through your modal pajama shirt.

         “What is it aein?” He whispers, eyes struggling to stay focused on yours when your lips are pouting so perfectly.

         “I love you,” You say.

         “I love you too,” He responds, still confused why this statement is requiring so much levity.

         “I wanted to tell you that, I think, no, I know that you, Kim Taehyung, are the love of my life and I just, I felt like I wanted,” You blink quickly, hoping the tears forming wouldn’t fall, “I needed to tell you.” Your words become weightless as they leave your lips, floating between you before Taehyung breathes them in.

         “I’m the love of your life?” He asks, eyes both wide in shock and knitted in confusion.

         “Yes, and I know that I might not be yours,” Your words are becoming more rushed as you try to fill the silence.

         “Aein,” He says, eyebrows relaxing. “You’re the love of my life, too.”

         It’s then that your tears begin to fall, delicate beings just waiting to rain down your cheeks. Taehyung is crying too, this profession of love, of dedication, far greater than any you’d ever shared before.

         Taehyung is quick to place his lips on yours, but you’re quicker, pushing his shoulders back, straddling his hips only to grind yours against him, lips surging with his. His large hands, warm and tender, slide gently from the top of your knees up your thighs, resting softly against your hips, thumbs dipping below the band of your underwear.

         You stay on top of him, both sets of hips rocking into each others until the tension is too great, you’re too turned on and his arousal, aggressively pressing into you is driving you both insane. The lewd sounds escaping both of your lips can’t be masked as his hands move under your pajama top, cupping your breasts, gently kneading them. Your focus on his lips is breaking as you start to circle your hips against him, causing Taehyung to arch his back, head turning to the side to moan your name into the open air.

         “Jagiya, I need you to st-stop,”

         “Why?” You ask, voice muffled by your teeth against the column of his throat.

         “I’m too close, I want to last,” His words are strained as you continue to bruise his flesh, pulling away to pull your top overhead, too hot and sticky to keep the garment on.

         “Y/N, damn it,” Taehyung mutters before he’s flipping you over and swiftly pulling the remainder of his clothing off. Your eyes are wide at the sight of him, fully nude and wanting, the tip of his cock red and ready to burst his load. He stares at you, breasts heavy, begging him to sink his teeth around your nipples. “I can’t believe I get to spend my life with you.”

         “Yeah?” Is all your able to get out before he’s greedily climbing over you, your legs spreading wide to accommodate him. The look in your eyes tells him where you want him, and his lips and fingers are greedy in their devouring of your cunt. He’s generous and forgiving, skillful and still learning, never tiring of trying new techniques or sticking with his tried-and-true methods of getting you to your edge and then some.

         No matter how many times you’re intimate, regardless of the minutes or hours he’s accumulated between your legs, his curiosity and blatant skill always surprises you. He knows your body, by your breath, by the knit on your brow, by the way your thighs quiver, he knows you.

         Which is why when he stops his movements, tongue retreating to his mouth, fingers pulling out of you abruptly, you’re confused and wanting.

         “Tae,” You question.

         He doesn’t say anything as he grabs a pillow from the floor, hand tapping your hips, which you raise so that he can place it underneath you. He repositions himself between your open legs and pushes himself in, bottoming out within seconds. Your surprise at his change in demeanor, from doting lover to dominant tempter, is overwhelming and so fucking sexy. His movements are all over the place, languid and sensual, then quick and charging. The change in pressure is disorienting as your body gives into the unsteady rhythm, your ability to control any aspect of yourself completely gone.

         All that exists is your moans, loud and frequent, only being swallowed when Taehyung places his lips over yours, messily meeting you where you’re at, tongue and teeth engaging as he feels you tighten around him. He moves one of his hands, which has been propping him up, to find your throbbing clit. It doesn’t take him more than a few quick circles to send you absolutely over the edge, the edging of the morning racking through you. Taehyung comes undone within you; his inhibitions gone as he empties himself fully.

         He rests his chest against yours, head in the crook of your neck, as both of you gasp for air. As his heartbeat slows, he rolls over, grateful for the extra space to breathe.

        “Water?” He asks. You nod before standing and slipping your pajama top back on, feet guiding you to the bathroom, then to the kitchen where you fill two glasses. As you pad back to the bedroom, glitter and dried candle wax sticking to your feet, you pick up a stray polaroid, a photo a drunken Jungkook had taken of you and Tae, kissing at midnight.

        “We should frame this,” You say, handing Tae the photo and glass of water.

        “When you move in,” Taehyung says, his thoughts from waking returning to him.

        “Absolutely,” You respond. “You and me,” you add placing a kiss on his lips.  

        “Forevermore,” Taehyung smiles.

Next: Too Early in the Game

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[justasparkwritings]

Merry & Bright: I Sincerely Tried

Previous: All the Love and Joy 

         The stockings were no longer hung by the chimney with care, but tossed around the living room, contents splayed on the carpet. The twinkling lights were barely visible in the daylight, and Nat King Cole was on his second rendition of The Christmas Song. The pretty paper once containing the presents you had meticulously selected was disregarded, wadded up or folded to be recycled before dinner. The ribbons and bows sat in an empty box, to be reused next year. You sat on the floor, engrossed in playing with the new toys, laughing, tickling, smiling like this had been all you wanted for Christmas.

         Seokjin sat on the couch, eyes transfixed by the sight in front of him. Sipping on his tea, he tried to smile through the surge of emotions he was feeling, the combination of sugar high and emotional distress. He promised you he wouldn’t do this; swore he would be strong until the kids were tucked in their beds for the night. He guaranteed he could keep it together. You knew he was lying, despite Instagram edits of his previous successful attempts at righting his emotions. But this? You knew when you found out you were pregnant the first time that Seokjin would be a blubbering mess for the rest of his life.

         Glancing up at him, you notice the gloss in his eyes. An untrained eye wouldn’t be able to distinguish the glare from his spectacles from tears about to spill, but you knew better, you always did. Standing up from your place on the floor, you moved slowly towards the kitchen.

         “Honey, can you help me clean up some of the breakfast mess?” You called, grabbing your children’s dirty plates and moving languidly towards the kitchen. Seokjin cleared his throat and followed, not stopping to make a dad joke about the Christmas mess his children had made.

         Delicately placing the plates in the sink, you began to fill it with hot soapy water, leaving them to soak for a while. As the sink filled, you turned to your husband.

         “This has to be the record,” You said, eyes forgiving as you took in the alligator tears sliding down his cheeks.

         “I tried, I swear, I did,” He said, shaking his head.

         “It’s okay, baby, you can cry,” You pushed yourself off the counter and wrapped your arms around his waist. “You do every year,”

         “I wanted this one to be different! I don’t want them going ‘oh why is Appa crying? Is he okay?’ I’m a grown man, I should be able to control these tears!”

         “Darling, it happens every year,” You smiled at him.

         “I sincerely tried to hold it back, I was going to wait until they went to sleep,” Seokjin set his glasses on the counter, his hands grasping at his sleeves to try his tears.

         “I know that was the goal, Seokjin, but you can’t control your emotions like that,” You reminded him.

         “I’m ruining Christmas,” He said.

         “It’s not your fault that Christmas makes you cry,”

         “I just… They’re growing up so fast,”

         “Oh honey, they’re three and five,”

         “Yeah, old enough to remember that their father ruins Christmas every year because he’s crying over them,”

         “Baby, you are crying for a totally valid reason, you know I cry on their birthdays,” You offered.

         “You at least wait until they’re in bed!” Jin countered.

         “No, I don’t, this year I cried during cake!” You jogged his memory.

         “They thought you hated your cake,” He laughed, shoulders bouncing up and down.

         “It was so funny, they didn’t believe me when I said it was my favorite!”

         “It wasn’t your favorite,” He couldn’t stop laughing.

         “I don’t need to spoil their dreams, I can pretend it’s my favorite until they get older,” You said, your own laughs settling.

         “And then you have to tell them you’ve been lying their entire lives?” His eyes were wide.

         “You’re the one that says the Little Mermaid is your favorite!” You argued.

         “Low blow,” He said, feigning offense.

         “But daddy, I love him!” You whined.

         “How dare you,” He was trying to blue steel you, but it wasn’t working.

         “I love that you cry on Christmas,” You said, moving back to stand within his grasp, a hand moving to cup his face, thumb tracing shapes on his fair skin.

         “You remember our first Christmas as a couple?” Seokjin asked, resting his cheek in your palm.

         “I try to forget it,” Your scrunched nose went perfectly with the horrors of that first year together.

         “When I was twelve hours ahead, and couldn’t get a hold of you for two days?” Jin reminisced.

         “My heart was shattered, I thought you didn’t love me anymore,” You added.

         “But my phone was broken, and my texts from my computer weren’t getting to you,” He continued.

         “None of the guys were around because they’d gone to see their families, and your brother was in and out with the restaurant,” Your prolonged list of sorrows kept getting worse.

         “It was hell, no one to kiss under the mistletoe,” Seokjin said, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

         “Do you remember our first married Christmas?” You inquired.

         “Mmm, I missed my flight, and I didn’t arrive to your aunts house until the 26th,” Jin closed his eyes at the blunder.

         “I cried then too,” You said.

         “We cried together, remember?” He probed.

         “Oh my god, we just sobbed on Facetime,” You rested your forehead against his chest, shaking it slowly.

         “Everyone kept saying merry Christmas and happy holidays,” Seokjin said.

         “We were trying so hard,” You laughed.

         “But we were so miserable,” He joined you in mocking the memory.

         “And now, look at us,” You were still smiling, eyes bright as you watched him.

         “Two kids, a house, a marriage,” Seokjin said, tightening his grip on you.

         “Mm,”

         “Mama?” Your eldest yelled from the living room. “I’m hungry.”

         “Well, who is in charge of snacks?”

         “Appa,” They said.

         “Hm, who do you need to ask?” You said, glancing past them to eye your three-year-old.

         “Appa, can we have a snack please?” They asked, arms reaching up for Seokjin to lift them.

         “I think a snack is a good idea, what should we have?” He wondered.

         “Whatever makes you stop being sad,” Your eldest responded.

         “Oh, honey, Appa isn’t sad,” Seokjin said, placing a kiss to your eldest’s forehead.

         “Then why were you crying?” They questioned.

         “I was just so happy, watching you two play with mama,” He said.

         “Oh, happy tears, like mama on my birthday?” They asked, eyes wide, pouty lips parted.

         “Just like that,” Seokjin held your child close, a faint smile on his lips. “I love you.”

         “I love you!” Your child giggled before placing a kiss on Jin’s cheek and wiggling out of his arms. “Mama, Appa loves me!”

         “I love you too honey,” You replied, your youngest resting on your hip, thumb in their mouth.

         “Oppa’s making a cha-cha- something board with cheese,” They said sitting on their stool at the counter.

         “Oo, yum,” You said, smiling warmly at your little family.

          Seokjin moved around the kitchen, gathering fruits and veggies to make the little charcuterie board for your children, setting string cheese and a simpler cracker on the board. He skillfully cut salami and more elegant cheese for the ‘adult’ board he was making for you and him, complete with a flute of prosecco for each of you. He smiled while listening to you and your children chatting, your youngest trying to keep pace with your eldest. His heart swelled at the banter, and in a moment of emotional reprieve, Seokjin was glad that Christmas always made him cry.

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[justasparkwritings]

Merry & Bright {20}: I Could Care Less

Previous: We’re Happy Tonight

Pairing: Kim Seokjin x Reader

Genre: Angst

Rating: PG13

Warnings: Kissing!

Summary: Tired of being kept a secret, you finally put an end to whatever trustee you and Seokjin have been having. 

           You had asked your parents for one thing for Christmas: Do not invite the Kim’s. It was simple, foolproof, just don’t invite them. Don’t tell them about the party, don’t mention it friends who might spill, if they see you at the store buying multiple bottles of wine, say you’re doing a wine tasting. Lie when needed, put their favorite child first. And don’t invite the Kim’s.

           Being your parents, and far more cognizant of social etiquette and tradition, they had in fact invited the Kim’s. When they called to tell you all four of them were attending, you hung up abruptly and threw your phone at the wall, the screen protector cracking. All you wanted. No gifts. No money. Not even a reprieve from asking about your dating life or career plans, just don’t fucking force you to spend an evening dancing around the Kim’s.

          Your mother had asked, again, if you really hadn’t moved past what had happened years ago, when as teenagers Seokjin had decimated, demolished, devoured, your heart. You laughed, how quaint of her to only remember the years the two of you spent falling in love and the utter rejection and humiliation he’d caused when he broke up with you at the start of university. How tragic that she didn’t know the years of turmoil that followed, the late-night texts, the sneaking off from the dorms to see you, the rushed kisses and snaps sent as he traversed the globe. In your parent’s eyes, a decade had passed and your holding onto whatever feelings you had had for Seokjin were very inappropriate.

           But they didn’t know, and as the Kim’s walked into your family home, Seokjin in tow, your parents continued to be oblivious towards the tension that sucked all the air out of the room. Whatever plans you had at having only awkward interactions with Jin were dashed when you realized you couldn’t breathe around him. You couldn’t look at him, in his favorite sweater, hair slightly pushed back, height fully extended, and not want to break into a million pieces.

           It hadn’t been a decade since you last saw Jin, it had been two months, when you’d gotten into a fight and screamed that you hoped you would never see him again, speak to him again, as long as you both lived. He had coldly asked you what would happen at Christmas, when your parents threw their annual shindig.

           “Don’t fucking come home for Christmas, Jin. You’re the last thing I want to see under the tree,” You snapped, slipping your clothes back on and quickly tying your shoes.

           “What if I’ve already gotten you a gift?” He asked, eyes scanning your newly clothed form.

           “You want to give me a gift? Bury yourself alive.”

           You left then, slamming the door, blocking his number and sobbing your entire way home and the next eight weeks as time proved it did not solve everything.

           Now, staring at you from across the living room, stands Seokjin, the man who had your heart, the man who you declared you didn’t fucking care if he lived or died.

           Grabbing a drink, you maneuver your way out of the living room, past a group of friends who were eager to say hi to you, and outside to the backyard. Standing on the patio, the frigid air swirling around your bare arms and legs, you sipped your cocktail. The cool air was a welcome change from the heat radiating in your body, the embarrassment that you couldn’t control your emotions, and the conversation you were going to have with your parents tomorrow.

           “How long are you going to avoid me?” Seokjin asks, stepping outside.

           “For as long as we both shall live,” You reply.

           “I’ve tried calling you,” He says, keeping a distance from you.

           “I asked for one thing, Seokjin, one fucking thing.” You spat.

           “I couldn’t skip Christmas,” His voice is soft, asking for understanding.

           “Why not?” You roll your eyes, he can tell.

           “Y/N, why are you being so-

           “What? Stubborn? Insolent? A bitch?” You turn on your heel and stare at him.

           “Hey-

           “No, Jin, no, you don’t get to do this, I told you I didn’t want to see you, or talk to you, and you haven’t respected that at all,” You remind him.

           “I want to talk to you, we’ve never gone this long without speaking,” He replies, his eyebrows setting as he tries to convey his hurt.

           “Are you forgetting your first semester in college, right after you broke up with me?” You ask, incredulous.

           “I didn’t break up with you,” Seokjin says, eyes glancing at the ground beneath you.

           “Oh no, that would’ve been far too kind,” You say.

           “I, I thought we talked about this.”

           “Seokjin, when have we ever talked about this? In the decade since, when have you said ‘Hey, let’s talk about what happened’?” You inquire. “Did I miss something?”

           “I’m saying it now,” He shrugs, eyes rising to meet yours again.

           “It’s too fucking late!” You say, voice rising.

           “Then can we talk about what happened two months ago? Please,” He steps closer to you, eyes pleading.

           “I don’t have anything to say to you. You made it pretty clear that whatever this is,” You motion between the two of you, “isn’t going anywhere. I’m nothing more than a fuck buddy to you, and I’m tired of it. I’m tired of acting like we haven’t been in love with each other since we were sixteen. I’m tired of being the girl that gets all your texts and phone calls and gifts while you’re away, and then when you come back, is only called when you’re horny. I’m tired of acting like I don’t love you with my whole existence, like I don’t want a family with you, and a marriage. I’m so fucking tired of being used Jin. I’m tired of crying by my phone, hoping you’ll fucking call to talk to me instead of scheduling a fuck session. I don’t fucking deserve this.”

           Your words hang in the air, and with them gentle sobs as you try to wrap your arms around yourself to find some warmth. Jin wishes he was wearing a coat, he would give it to you. He could take off his sweater, but you won’t take it.

           “I want all of those things too, I want them all. I just-

           “You can’t. Your hands are tied. We’re already risking so much. Everything is on the line; we’re playing with fire,” You recite the words he’s spoken to you with precision. “I have been hurting and putting up with this for a decade. When are you going to fucking understand that?”  

           “I can’t do anything. The contracts are signed, the dies been cast, I can’t do anything,” Jin’s pleading with you, please, take anything, anything that keeps us together, anything that stops the heartbreak that’s already cascading like a fucking avalanche.

           “Then don’t fucking try and contact me again,” You say, pushing past him and moving into your house.

           “Y/N,” He calls.

           “No Jin, no. I’m done. I’m already crying at my parents Christmas party, my favorite party of the year.” Your punctuated last syllables hit him the hardest, you’ve always looked forward to this evening. Every year, you planned for weeks what you would wear, what new treat or crowd favorite you were going to make, and every year, for nearly a decade, Seokjin and you would spend the evening dancing under the mistletoe and sneaking booze when no one was watching.

           “Remember when we would sneak booze up to your room? Or when we’d take an entire pie up and sit against your bed, eating it with one fork?” He tries to smile at you, tears already leaking from his eyes.

           You pause in front of him, the finality of this moment written in your eyes.

           “I really hope you cry yourself to sleep this year,” You say, turning and running up the stairs, leaving Seokjin alone.

Next: Santa Baby 

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[justasparkwritings]

Merry & Bright {14}: What’s Your Hurry?

Previous: I Sincerely Tried

Pairing: Kim Taehyung x Reader

Genre: Fluff

Rating: PG13

Warnings: Swearing! Kissing!

Summary: A snow storm rages outside and Taehyung, the man you’ve just started dating, debates whether or not it’s time for him to go home. 

          “It’s really coming down out there,” You say, pulling the curtain back from the floor to ceiling windows.

           “Hmm, I should go then,” Taehyung says standing.

           “Oh?” You ask, turning from your perch to look at him.

           “Tonight, has been so lovely,” His gaze falls on yours, hand subconsciously scratching the back of his neck before tucking neatly into his pockets.

           “All day I hoped you’d ask to come over again,” You offer, adoration in your tone.

           “Mm, I’m glad I did,” He says sheepishly moving towards you, hands taking yours in his.

           “Why are your hands so cold?” You ask, pulling them to your lips and gently placing kisses on each knuckle.

           “Your eyes look like starlight,” He says, his own brown orbs glancing between your lips and eyes.

           “Stop looking at me like that,” You whisper.

           “Like what?” He asks.

           “Like you’re putting a spell on me,” You smile.

           “I should go before it gets too bad out there,” Taehyung says, unwilling to remove his hands from your grasp.

           “Why?” You ask.

           “The guys will wonder where I am,” He says blushing.

           “Don’t you want to stay here, where it’s cozy and warm?” You suggest, a gentle smile on your lips. Your eyes are asking your real question, don’t you want to stay with me? Taehyung recognizes the pleading, it’s the same look that he’s giving you.  

           “Well, maybe a little while longer,” He shrugs and starts to pull you towards the couch. “The fire is still going.”

           “We haven’t finished the movie,” You add.

           “Or the wine,” He smiles, pouring the rest of the bottle into each of your glasses.

           “Or the dessert,” You say.

           “I’ll stay a little while longer,” Taehyung resigns, leaning against the couch, tucking you neatly into his side.

           You absentmindedly watch the movie, Taehyung’s comments and reactions proving to be far more entertaining than the latest Netflix Christmas flop. He’s more confused than anything, and he can’t stop asking What is happening? Why is she doing that? Why can’t they just talk to each other like real people? Who wrote this? At first it was cute, downright charming, and now you are in stitches, laughing hysterically as he continues to prattle on in detail about how he would change the film.

           By the time the credits have rolled, you’re engaged in a conversation of your favorite holiday movie tropes.

           “I love the going home for Christmas, running into that ex or crush that you haven’t seen since high school. It’s always awkward, with too much sexual tension to be real, but damn, I love it every time,” You tell him.

           “I like when they panic about what to get their special someone, and then their partner says that all they want for Christmas is them. Of course, they kiss,” Taehyung says, nibbling on a Christmas cookie.

           “I like when they try to recreate Love Actually and no one gets it,”

           “With the cards or the Joni Mitchell?”

           “Both, oo or when they quote Christmas songs and try to seem original or unique about it!” You laugh again, and Taehyung sits, admiring the sound.

           “You’re silly,” Taehyung says, finger lightly tapping your scrunched nose.

           “You’re the silliest,” You say, smile unwavering.

           “I should get going,” Taehyung stands and turns to you. “Tonight, has really been, wonderful.”

           “Have you looked outside? It’s far worse than it was an hour ago,” You advise.

Taehyung walks to the window and looks out, it’s as if the heavens opened up and dumped every last molecule of water into the atmosphere, watching it fall and metamorphosize into snow.

           “It’s really bad out there,” He hums.

           “You can’t go, it’s dangerous,” You agree.

           “I’m sure I’ll be fine,” He tries to shrug off the slight worry in your voice.

           “You’ve been drinking,” You remind him.

           “I can have a driver come and get me,” He counters.

           “What if you get in an accident?” You press.

           “I guarantee I’ll be safe,” He says turning to look at you.

           “You can’t guarantee that in a snowstorm, Tae,” You’re crossing your arms over your chest, eyes glued to his.

           “Y/N, I will be-

           “Why won’t you just stay?” Your exasperation catches him off guard.

           “I don’t want to impose,” He says, blush creeping into his soft cheeks.

           “Impose?” You repeat.

           “I don’t want to be a bother,” His clarification earns an eyeroll from you.

           “You’re not Winnie the Pooh,”

           “I don’t want to put you out, I’ve been over a lot the last few weeks,” He shrugs.

           “Taehyung, you’re my boyfriend, right?” You demand.

           “Yes,” He says with a hint of confusion.

           “Then just stay!” You yell, hands reaching for the sky to encourage more flakes to fall.

           “It won’t be any trouble?” He questions.

           “No, I want you to stay, I want to wake up and see your stupidly gorgeous face, and watch you squirm when I make my morning coffee and listen to you humming while you putz about the kitchen making cereal, just like we’ve been doing for the last few months.”          

           “If you’re sure,” He’s smiling now, happy to be welcomed in your company for longer.

           “Oh my god, you’re so stubborn!”

           “I am not,” Taehyung defensiveness rings in each syllable.

           “So, you’re going to hurt my pride instead of saying exactly what you want?” You push, annoyance countering his defiance.

           “The snows not that bad, I can just-”

           You interrupt his latest attempt at leaving by pressing your lips harshly to his. His hands move swiftly, entangling in your hair.

           “I love when you play with my hair,” You whisper in between breathing and kissing him again.

           “Do you understand what you do to me?” Taehyung asks, hands still holding your head centimeters from his.

           “So, stay, I want you to… it’s too cold outside.”

           “It is much cozier in here, and if anyone asks, I can say that I tried,” He whispers, lips gently moving against yours as he speaks.

           “Yeah, you tried. But it’s too cold outside,” You respond, eyes still closed.

           “Mm,” Taehyung nods, recognizing the song you’re quoting.

           “Baby,” You whisper, arms moving around his waist.

           “Don’t,” He says closing the miniscule gap between you, lips capturing yours.

Next: Bah, Humbug 

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[justasparkwritings]

Merry & Bright {29}: Till the Morning Light

Previous: Too Early in the Game 

Pairing: Jung Hoseok x Reader

Genre: Fluff

Rating: R

Warnings: Swearing! Kissing!

Summary: Hoseok wants to kiss you at midnight - that is, if he can find you in this maze of a New Years party. 

          All Hoseok wants is to dance with you as the ball drops, pull you to him and kiss you, in plain daylight, in defiance of… well not god but everyone else. The problem? He can’t find you in the crowd at Big Hit, that is until he turns down a hallway and finds you tucked away in a side room, floor to ceiling windows giving you the perfect view of the imminent fireworks.

           “I’ve been looking for you,” Ho-Seok states, carefully shutting the door behind him.

           “Didn’t Jimin tell you?” You ask, not turning from the windows.

           “No, I haven’t seen Jimin,” Ho-Seok is confused, Jiminie would’ve told him.

           “I told him to tell you that my phone died, and I would be waiting here,” You say, eyes still gazing at the sky, exhaustion starting to overcome your body.

           “Why did you tell Jimin?” He asks moving through the room to stand next to you.

           “I had faith in him,” You shrug your shoulders, which Hobi lazily drapes his arm across. You turn your head to meet his gaze and smile softly.

           “You were so good,” You compliment, “You’re always stunning, and tonight was just insane.”

           “I knew you were watching,” He blushes.

           “I didn’t think you could level up any further, but holy shit. Black Swan? My god, take Natalie Portman’s stunt double’s Oscar!” The words roll off your tongue in quick succession, complimented by your eyes going wide and your mouth hanging open.

           Ho-Seok laughs as you compliment him, your rambling journey a sign that you’re flustered by the words coming out of your mouth and by the references you’re not sure he’ll get, and the fact that this living breathing god is standing in front of you, holding you, wanting you.

           “You doing okay?” He asks as he pulls you closer.

           “You’re just, so dazzling, it’s hard to you know, think straight sometimes,” You say, glancing down at his lips before back at his walnut orbs.

           “Ah! Hobi-ah, I’ve been looking for you!” Jimin exclaims barging into the room. “You found her?”

           “Yes,” Ho-Seok says, eyes moving away from yours to glance at Jimin.

           “Great, great, next time turn your phone on vibrate,” Jimin says, winking at you both as he exits the room.

           Ho-Seok turns back to you, resuming his longing gaze and glancing at your lips.

           “Hobi-ah, we’re watching the fireworks together,” Namjoon says sticking his head into the room. “Hey, Y/N.”

           “Hi Joonie,” You say, your annoyed expression hidden in the darkness of the room.

           “I see you are occupied, there’s a party after the fireworks, don’t forget,” Namjoon winks before disappearing.

           “I should’ve locked the door,” Ho-Seok says laughing.

           “Should we go watch the fireworks with them?” You offer, eyes encouraging him to read between the lines.

           “I’d rather stay here,” He says, tightening his grip around your waist.

           “Me too,” You say as the distant chant of 10-9-8-7 begins down the hall, where the line up from Big Hit’s New Year’s Eve Live! Show is gathered, lights dimmed low, speakers blasting while the hottest DJ in Seoul spins, cater waiters in all white traipsing through the crowed with crudites and hors d’oeuvres, champagne flowing freely.

          When Hobi had asked you to the performance, you were unsure if you felt comfortable spending the evening around Idols, in tight designer clothes, beauty rivaling the Greek Gods, talent abounding… You hadn’t been able to go to any performance in the last two months, and all Ho-Seok wanted was to dance, with you, and of course to kiss you at midnight. Which is how you ended up in this weird conference room off the main hallway of the Big Hit offices, where the party was being held, tightly wrapped in Hobi’s arms, eyes holding yours as you hear the other Idols scream “Happy New Year”. It’s all the notice Ho-Seok needs before he’s crashing his lips onto yours, moving hastily to feel every inch of you against him. He’s hungry and wanting, the extra adrenaline from his performance mixing with the excitement of a new year, and the prospect of spending more time with you. The fact that BE was a huge success doesn’t hurt, either, particularly as his hands move to grip the globe of your ass, cementing you to him.

          “Ho-Seok,” You mutter breathlessly. “The fireworks.”

          “They’re right here,” He says, forehead resting against yours.

          “That was so smooth, my god,” You laugh, impressed with his quick wit. “But look.”

          Together you look out the window.

          “Wow!” Ho-Seok keeps saying as each firework bursts to life, vibrant colors lighting up the dark sky.

          “Whoa,” You counter, eyes unwavering as you soak in the screaming colors in front of you.

          As the show comes to a close and the music from the party begins to swell, Ho-Seok’s lips find their way to your ear.

          “You wanna dance?” He whispers.

          “I thought you’d never ask,” You smile, the remaining smoke from the fireworks casting a balm over the moon.

          Your hand in his, Ho-Seok guides you from the conference room towards the party, where he’s immediately greeted by friends and coworkers. They nod kindly at you, too drunk on the party and free booze to ask questions. Those will come later, when they catch you in the background of a photo, or see something on Hobi’s private Instagram. Tonight, with the music bumping, bass rattling, a disco ball bounces around colored lights, illuminating the faces of many people you recognize, rendering them more beautiful than before. It seems impossible, how could features carved from granite be more dazzling under disco lights, and yet, looking at Ho-Seok, green and blue streaking across his face, you’re awe struck.  

          It takes you a few minutes to get acclimated to the noise and the sweaty bodies, all internally battling to be named best dancer in their group chats and conversations. A few TXT members want to challenge Ho-Seok to a dance off, and it takes everything in him to turn them down. You spot the other members of BTS, who are busy chatting and eating, relieved to be done with performances for a while. They smile at you and laugh as Ho-Seok busily twirls you out and in, bringing you close enough to wrap his arms around you, pulling you flush against him.

          He pulls away first, the music calling him as he starts to pop and lock, bringing in hip hop moves you’ve only ever seen him pull off successfully. It’s then that Jimin joins, attempting to match Hobi lock for lock. You’re laughing until a hand reaches for you, pulling you out of the crowd and against them.

          “You need water,” Yoongi says, using his free hand to pass you a sealed water bottle, which you greedily take.

          “Thank you,” You say tossing it back, the cool liquid quenching the thirst you hadn’t realized you had.

          “He’s hard to keep up with,” Yoongi’s eyes are watching Ho-Seok, who is still battling it out with Jimin, Jungkook watching on the side, trying to find the moment to join the dance-off.

          “Oh, I know,” You respond, smiling at Yoongi.

          “Add Jiminie and Kookie and you’re done for,” Yoongi laughs, tossing a crudité into his mouth.

          “I’d never try to keep up with them,” You inform him, hand reaching for your own small bite off the tray of a passing waiter.

          “You’re giving him a run for his money, too,” Yoongi nods at you, a small smirk replacing his gummy smile.

          “I am?” You ask, unsure what he’s implying.

          “Hobi loves, harder than anyone, well, except Taehyung, and you’ve got him. I’ve never met anyone that feels as deeply as Hobi,” Yoongi tells you, eyes watching as Jungkook finds his moment to enter the battle.

          “What about Taehyung?” Your attempt at lightening the mood going unnoticed.

          “Tete is on his own celestial plane,” Yoongi shakes his head, his pushed back locks tussling softly before falling gently.  

          “But Hobi?” You ask, returning to your boyfriend.

          “I didn’t know if anyone could love Hobi like he could love them,” Yoongi looks at you, sincerity in his eyes, “until you.”  

          The blush on your cheeks is hard to see over the dimmed and strobing lights, which is grateful because internally you are absolutely panicking. As if sensing your bit of distress, or rather tiring of dancing with the men he dances with every day, Hoseok comes to your aid, water in his hand.

          “Speak of the devil,” Yoongi chuckles.

          “Or angel,” You counter as Hobi pulls you into him, arm around your waist while his other holds the water bottle, angled to give his body the most hydration.

          “I missed you,” Ho-Seok says, kissing your cheek, a bead of sweat dripping from his forehead onto yours.

          “You’re so sweaty,” You lightly push him off, reaching for a napkin to pat dry his stunning features.

          “Yeah, care to join me?” He wiggles his eyebrows and pulls you towards the dance floor, where he plans to spend the rest of the party, dancing with you until the morning light.

Next: Your Midnights

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[justasparkwritings]

Merry & Bright {5}: Pretend That We’re There

Previous: Baby, Please

Pairing: Jung Hoseok x Reader

Genre: Fluff

Rating: PG13

Warnings: Swearing! Kissing!

Summary: A Christmas tree farm with your love is the perfect way to spend a December evening. 

         Christmas lights are strung across exposed wooden beams. Icicles pinned to the peaks of the exterior, shimmering off the naturally reflective snow. The snow, freshly fallen, is still pristine, unblemished by the people who have just walked through the front doors of the Christmas Tree Farm. The air, ripe with pine and mulled wine and hot apple cider sweeps through the space, engulfing everyone in a sugar-coated induced holiday coma.

          Ho-Seok holds your hand, the warmth from his enrapturing yours. You feel his thumb making circles against the back of your hand, and glancing at him, you can’t help but smile. His eyes are wide, too wide, as if the larger his eyes are the more exposure he has, resulting in capturing the best memories. His mouth is mimicking his eyes, jaw slacked as he takes in the festive decorations and bustle of strangers, all smiling and happy as they engage in their own Christmas traditions. The music is soft, some version of What Christmas Means to Me, and Ho-Seok bobs his head to the beat.

          “Whoa,” He says, stopping in the middle of the space to fully take it in. “This is, incredible.”

          He moves slowly, eyes sweeping over the vendors selling mulled wine and apple cider, the stands of ornaments and Christmas trinkets, the signs pointing towards the animals and Christmas trees. The smells overwhelming his senses as he tries to locate the booth of fresh cookies and sweets.

          “Whoa,” He repeats.

          “Where should we start?” You ask.

          “Animals?” He suggests.

          “Perfect,” You can’t stop smiling, his joy radiating against yours.

          You walk through the venue, making your way quickly to the reindeer, glancing at the sign pointing you towards the full stable of nativity animals. They have a donkey, sheep, a camel, everything that would’ve welcomed the baby Jesus into the world. Squealing as you notice a baby reindeer, Ho-Seok takes a photo as you giddily pay the few dollars for a couple of carrots to feed them.

           “Do you think reindeer are better than people?” You whisper to the reindeer, all gathered to nibble the carrots you are offering. “We’re not all bad, especially him,” You jerk your head towards Ho-Seok, who is busy snapping pictures of you. “He’s pretty fucking great.”

           “Y/N! Don’t swear at the animals!” Ho-Seok scolds, slipping his hand into his pocket.

           “It was a compliment,” You wink.

           “I wonder if they’ll paint one of their noses red,” He asks, taking a carrot from you.

           “Maybe, I wonder if they have the full line up,” You say.

           “Dasher and Dancer and Donner and Blitzen!” He says full conviction in his voice.

           “Do you really know them all?” You ask, amazed he’d retained that tidbit.

           “No, they’re on that sign!” Ho-Seok guffaws.

           “You’re the worst!” You say lightly hitting him.

           “Let’s go see them, maybe someone will take our photo!” Ho-Seok pulls you along to explore the rest of the stables.

           Together you are in awe of the nativity scene, real people seated amongst the animals, a reader telling the story of the birth of Jesus. As you wander past it, you notice an arrow pointing towards Santa, and another reader is flawlessly reciting Twas the Night Before Christmas. Children and their willing parents are lined up to take a picture with Santa, his elves passing out candy canes to waiting children.

           “Did you ever take Santa photos?” HO-Seok asks.

           “No, absolutely not!” You respond, eyes wide.

           “Never?”

           “I think they tried one year with my sister, and never with me,”

           “She ruined it?” He inquires.

           “No, it’s just, weird. That’s not even,” You lower your voice, “The real Santa.”

           “Y/N, are you telling me you still believe?” He asks, shocked.

           “I’m saying that some of these kids don’t know that these Santas aren’t real, they work for Santa and do his work around the world while he’s busy planning the route and checking his list, twice,” Your voice doesn’t waver, causing Ho-Seok to wonder if you truly believe this. Your eyes are just wide enough, innocence fresh as you explain the innerworkings of Santa Claus.

           “Oh, makes sense,” He says nodding. He loved your nonsense stories, your traditions or quirks that made him scratch his head. He didn’t know people like you existed, people who still believed in the magic of the holiday season.

           “Are you thirsty?” You ask, guiding him back towards the main barn.

           “Mm, yes, and hungry,” He says.

           “I’ll get the cider; you get the cookies?”

           “Meet in the middle?” He offers. You nod, kiss him quickly and maneuver through the crowds to the vendor selling hot apple cider. You opt for the traditional beverage, though the temptation for a spiked cider is very appealing. Slowly you make your way through the extra stalls, looking at the gifts and the joy on everyone’s face. This is Christmas, the magic of giving and receiving, the bliss of spending time with family. It was all you wanted, wandering a Christmas Tree farm with someone you love, sipping cider, nibbling cookies, trying not to sing to the carols and songs playing.

           You circle through and find yourself in the middle, where Ho-Seok stood, still staring in awe at the Christmas bazaar. You exchanged your items, a cider for him, a sugar cookie for you, and began to walk through the stalls.

           “We should get something,” He suggests.

           “Like what?” You ask.

           “Something special, to commemorate this trip,”

           “Hmm, something to take out every year?” You clarify.

           “Yes, like an ornament,” He says.

           You agree, knowing full well he will never be able to decide, the temptation to buy them all and trying to find the most perfect one will overwhelm him, and he’ll leave empty handed.

           In true fashion, thirty minutes later, all stalls visited twice, drinks and cookies gone, Ho-Seok stands empty handed.

           “I don’t know why this is so hard,” He’s frustrated.

           “Babe, you knew this was going to happen,” You say softly, lips moving swiftly to kiss his.

           “I wanted to just, find something special.”

           “Maybe you’re looking too hard,” You shrug, hands moving from his shoulders to capture his hands in yours.

           “Maybe,” He says, still pouting.

           “Do you want to dance before we go?” You suggest, eyebrows wagging.

           “Dance?” He questions, no one was dancing around you, no couples were swaying to the tunes from overhead, no one holding their loved one close, absentmindedly stepping in time to the beat.

           “Yeah, listen,” You say, closing your eyes.

          Ho-Seok copies you, and faintly he hears a favorite, I’ll Be Home for Christmas. With your hands, still in his, you pull him closer to a corner speaker. He lets go first, only to place his hands on your hips, pulling you to him. Your hands around his neck, you sway, both singing lightly to the song. Your love, much like a bow on a present, ties you together. The joy of a Christmas spent together, enjoying the festivities brings out the adoration you have for one another. Even when he’s frustrated, even when you’re hopped up on sugar, like the star in the sky, you always find your way to each other.

           Two days later, a fire raging, Ho-Seok sits next to you on the couch, an arm lightly tossed behind you, drawing you into his side.

           “This is for you,” You say, untangling yourself from him and hand him a wrapped box.

           He smiles, beams, as he carefully slips off the immaculate ribbon and tears the paper. He’s careful with the weight, it’s heavy, which confuses him based on the boxes size. He looks at you, confused.

           “What is this?” He asks, opening the box and removing the tissue paper. Carefully he takes out the bulbous snow globe. His eyes are wide, words ceasing to flow from his lips. “When did you, how did you?”

           “You went to take a picture of something, right before we left, and I picked it up,” You shrug. “Do you like it?”

           “I love it,” He says, shaking the snow globe lightly, the glitter and snow swirling around the Christmas trees, mimicking the farm you’d spent an evening at just a day or two ago. On the placard at the base of the globe reads “May every wish come true”.

           “It’s perfect,” He says, still staring at the orb.

           “When you’re alone, you can shake it and be transported back here, to our time together,” You say, leaning forward to rest a cheek on his shoulder. His mind is still absorbed in the gift, the love you have for him… the love he has for you, a marvel.

           “When I’m feeling alone, I’ll have you to remind me of home,” Ho-Seok whispers to the snow globe.

           “Merry Christmas, baby.” You say, pressing a soft kiss on his cheek.

Next: Once Bitten, Twice Shy

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[justasparkwritings]

Merry & Bright {12}: All the Love and Joy

Previous: If Only in My Dreams 

Pairing: Jeon Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Fluff

Rating: PG13

Warnings: Swearing! Kissing!

Summary: Jungkook spends his first Christmas with you and your family. 

          Jungkook stood nervously fidgeting with his fingers. His suitcase next to him, a sleek hardcovered black bag, sturdy enough for world tours, waiting patiently to be opened in the hotel. You close by phone to your ear, telling your mom what door you and Jungkook were waiting at. Glancing at him, you smiled softly, his tongue poking from between his lips. His beanie was low, hands covered by his long sleeves to hide any of his tattoos from being seen. People might not recognize his doe eyes, but surely his BTS tattoos would give him away. He watched you carefully, how you stood, how your face contracted and smiled as you chattered on, coat draped over your forearm. He watched as you tucked your bottom lip into your mouth, teeth searching for loose and dead skin to nibble off.

           “We should go outside,” You suggested, double checking the ringer on your phone was nice and loud before turning to him.

           “Aren’t you going to put your coat on?” He asked following you out the nearest baggage claim door.

           “I’m so hot, this happens every year,” You stifled a yawn. You hadn’t slept much in the three days leading to your flight to your aunt’s house. It was a combination of excitement, sex, and sharing every detail of the last two months with Jungkook, who had been holed up in Korea working incessantly. He’d finally finished, with no commitments until New Years, allowing you nearly a week of time together. You were giddy, enthused, excited beyond belief. Jungkook had never spent Christmas with you and your family, and this year, being the year your sister and her husband were joining, was the perfect opportunity to acquaint the extended family with your Idol.

           “What if they don’t like me?” He had whispered, breath even, bare chest holding you to him.

           “That’s nonsense, they’ll like you,” You reassured him.

           “What if they don’t understand me?” He asked again.

           “Your English is amazing, and my brother-in-law speaks English as a second language, so it’ll be fine,” You tried to comfort him.

           “But I’ve only really been practice-

           “Kookie, nothing I say is going to make you worry less, so can we just, acknowledge we’re both nervous? And accept that maybe this will go really well, but it also might tank completely?” You suggested, lips pressing lightly against his pecks.

           “I, yeah, you’re right,” He sighed, your touch soothing him.

           “Mm, what am I right about?” You asked, lips moving hastily up his neck.

           “My wheels are spinning,” He whispered, a soft moan flowing freely after his words.

           “That’s the Virgo in you,” You smiled.

           “And in you,” He replied.

           “It’ll be fun, and if you don’t understand something, just ask,” You said, lips now moving down his jaw towards his lips.

           “Will people recognize me?” His question stopped you dead in your tracks. You pulled away, eyes staring at his serene expression.

           “Probably? Maybe? But we don’t have to go out much. We do have to go to church, so maybe don’t sing like an angel and we’ll be good,” You tried to add levity to the situation. You didn’t know what would happen if someone screamed JUNGKOOK in a mall or tweeted his picture… You didn’t know.

           “I love you,” He whispered, head tilting to capture your lips.

           “And I you,” You said rolling on top of him.

           Now, waving at your approaching uncle, Jungkook felt similarly to when he had to do press, no not the boredom that came from endless questions about meaningless topics which largely went to Namjoon, but anxious. Realistically, he knew that you getting along with the six members of BTS and his family was a far more challenging feat than him acclimating to your midwestern family. Rationally, he knew you would still love him and want a future with him if this week didn’t go well. Emotionally, he was scared shitless that your opinion of him would change. Sensing the slight change in his disposition, you walked up to him and carefully placed a kiss on his porcelain cheek.  

           “Hey, you and me,” You felt his shoulders drop at the gesture, and you smiled warmly.

           “You’re here!” Your uncle called, stepping out of the minivan and walking to hug you.

           “Uncle, this is Jungkook, Jungkook, this is my uncle!” You introduced, moving quickly to hug your mom who had accompanied him. Your uncle, and the rest of your family (bless them), had been practicing saying Jungkook for the last two months.

           “You can call me Jungkook, or JK,” Jungkook smiled, his full bunny teeth on display and your heart doubled in size. He moved to greet your mother, whom he had met and spent copious amounts of time with. He was happy to have another familiar face, soon to be joined by your sister and her husband. Their familiar faces brought him comfort and attempted to lessen the nerves.

           Sitting in the back of the van, Jungkook continued to fidget with his hands until you absentmindedly reached across the aisle, taking his non tattooed hand in yours. You gave it a gentle squeeze, and he relaxed, your touch always a source of comfort.

           Your uncle prattled on about the neighborhoods and geography of the state. He asked little questions of Jungkook, which gave Jungkook a minute to adjust to the cadence of his voice, the way he cracked his neck as he drove, his desire to sip soda from a beaten up Hydro Flask. Jungkook enjoyed the snort of his laugh, and found comfort in the slight smell of tobacco from the pipe your uncle smoked.

           It wasn’t long before your uncle was pulling up to the house, a house you had lived in during your childhood, a house which held your greatest treasures. Hopping out, you took stock of the cookies sitting on top of an additional storage chest, keeping cool in the freezing temperatures. Jungkook immediately moved to get the bags and help your uncle carry them in. He lost you momentarily as you disappeared in the house, hugging your aunts.

           “Y/N, I’ve watched videos on Youtube, he’s very talented,” One your aunts said.

           “He’s very hot,” Your other said giving you a knowing look. You laughed. In the two years you’d been dating, you’d heard similar comments from them, but they never expected to be meeting Jungkook. “He’s very well respected and highly regarded. He’s won so many awards.”

           “All of those things are true,” You said kicking off your boots and hanging your coat in the closet.

           “Just set them by the stairs,” Your uncle said, pointing Jungkook towards the staircase. He found you waiting, a smile on your lips as you breathed in the air of your second favorite place.

           “It smells like Christmas,” You said, opening your eyes to take in the sight of JK. He’d opted for a matching sweat suit, which looked delectable on his muscular frame. “Hug me,” You said, arms extending. Jungkook greedily pulled you to him, cheek resting on the crown of your head.

           “You’re so short,” He chuckled.

           “You’re abnormally tall, I’m average, thank you,”

           “Like Yoongi-hyung,”

           “Mm, one of many things Yoongi and I have in common,” You said, smiling against Jungkook’s chest. “come on, you have to formally meet my aunts.”

           Pulling Jungkook from the small entryway towards your aunts in the kitchen, Jungkook took in as much as he could. It was exactly as you described it. Holiday decorations older than both of you, a stunning tree dripping in red and gold, snacks and treats on every table, each placed in festive bowls or plates, and a back wall of windows, opening on the expanse of snow behind the house.

           Your aunts were mid conversation, discussing what else they needed to get at the grocery store. They looked up to see you and Jungkook, your arm around his waist, a blush already on his cheeks. His hand tattoos were uncovered, and he was unsure how your family would react to his bodily decorations.

           “Aunties, this Jungkook, Jungkook, these are my aunts,” You said, the hand around his waist squeezing him lightly. Out of habit, he bowed, and out of habit, your aunts pulled him into a hug, introducing themselves.

           “Your very tall,” Your aunt said, eyeing him up and down.

           “Uh, yes,” He couldn’t stop blushing.

           “What are these tattoos? I’ve seen pictures, can you explain them?” Your other aunt asked.

           “Of course,” Jungkook said, a shy smile playing on his lips.

           They sat at the kitchen table, his right hand laid out flat, delicately pointing to each one, allowing your aunts to ask questions and run their fingers over the ink. You sat beside him, head rested on his shoulder, arm draped around his waist. Your family had always hoped you’d find a partner, someone that looked at you and understood you for the multitudes you contain. In Jungkook, through him explaining his tattoos and being a willing participant in your holiday traditions, your family could see the love and adoration that flowed freely from you.

           Jungkook, hand splayed on the table, his love attached to his side, finally relaxed, realizing that Christmas, here with you and all your family, was all the love and joy he could ever want.

Next: I Sincerely Tried 

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[justasparkwritings]

Merry & Bright {8}: May All Your Christmas Be White

Previous: Ribbons & Bows 

Pairing: Park Jimin x Reader

Genre: Fluff

Rating: PG13

Warnings: Swearing!

Summary: Jimin’s brought you to the most magical city to spend Christmas. 

           “Baby, I promise, the minute we’re done, we’ll go out for dinner and take that walk you’ve been wanting to go on,” Jimin says, placing a kiss to your forehead.

           “You said that yesterday,” You remind him, unimpressed by his pleading eyes.

           “I know,” He flushes, guilty.

           “Just, let me know if you’re not coming back until late and I’ll wait to have dinner, maybe we can have candlelight room service,” You suggest.

           “You’re perfect,” He says, walking back to you and placing a kiss on your lips. “What are you going to do today?”

           “The Met,” You inform him.

           “Again?”

           “Have you been there? You could spend a decade exploring and never see everything,” You respond.

           “I wish I could go with you,” He says, tone wanton.

           “Ditch rehearsals and you could,” You offer.

           “In my dreams,” He laughs.

           “Dance hard, but not too hard,” You wink.

           “Oh?” Jimin’s eyebrows quirk at the suggestive tone in your voice. “What’s my baby got planned?”

           “Hmm, come home early enough and you’ll find out,” You shrug, moving to exit the warmth of the king-sized bed.

           “You look so sexy,” Jimin says, eyeing your bare legs.

           “If only I could see what’s under that coat…” You make a scene of undressing him with your eyes, picturing exactly what he looks like underneath his layers.

           “You’re going to make me late for rehearsal,” He whines.

           “I’m not doing anything except going to get ready for my day of solitude at the Met, you’re the one staring, trying to get me naked without putting your hands on me.”

           “I love you,” Jimin says, hands reaching for the material of your pajama shirt, pulling you against his down jacket. Your glasses bumped, eliciting a giggle from both of you.

           “I love you too,” You say.

           “I’ll miss you, all day,” Jimin whispers.

           “I’ll buy you a souvenir,” You offer, pushing off your toes to press your lips hungrily against his. “Dance for me.”

           Jimin smiles, in awe of you before he kisses you again. A loud knock is on the hotel room door, most likely Jungkook or Ho-Seok, their timing impeccable.

           “I’ll see you later.”

           With a kiss to your cheek, Jimin’s off, a day of rehearsals and a little press awaiting him outsides the confines of the W Hotel in Union Square.

           You weren’t kidding when you told Jimin you could spend a decade in the Met. It reminded you of the Louvre, a place you’d only visited during your spring break trip back in high school. It had overwhelmed you, the feeling that you could get lost in it and no one would ever find you permeated the viewing experience. You knew better than to spend time at the Mona Lisa and found yourself wandering through sculptures that stopped your heart, paintings that made you cry, and benches that you were relieved to rest on.

           The Met was similar, but with more people. The high number of tourist’s hell bent on spending their days seeing every main attraction in New York before securing a place at Times Square for New Years, and to see BTS, made the museum bustle with unworthy guests. You’d planned your trip accordingly, three days in your week to spend at the Met, each taking a different wing. You were on day three and had saved the latest fashion exhibit for last, knowing it was going to be your favorite. Jimin understood, and he tried to hold his jealousy back.

           It was during hour three that he called you first, asking what you’d seen so far, inquiring about specific paintings or sculptures he knew you wanted to see.

           It was during hour five, when you’d finally left and made your way through Central Park and were waiting for an Uber to take you to The Plaza for tea. Jimin had booked it for you, a special treat to pass the time while you waited for him to be done with rehearsals.

           Stepping into the grand entrance, you were met with an unlikely face.

           “What are you doing here?” You gasp, arms wrapping instinctively around Jimin’s neck, pulling him close. “I thought you were busy all day?”

           “I maybe told a little lie,” He says, unwilling to let go.

           “You said you were going to be back late!” Your astonished expression widens at the bravado he’s exhibiting.

           “I wanted to surprise you,” Jimin can’t stop smiling.

           “You’re the best,” You can’t hide how enraptured you are, love oozing from you to Jimin.

           “No, I’m alright, you’re the star,” His smile crinkles his eyes, and he doesn’t hesitate to intertwine his fingers with yours, guiding you to the tea room.

           Seated at a little table in the corner, as far away from prying eyes as you could be, Jimin slowly started peeling off his layers.

           “You liar!” You say shock on your lips. “You little, liar.”

           “You didn’t think I would show up to The Plaza in sweats?”

           Jimin pulls out your chair and sits across from you, a stunning cashmere sweater covering his upper body, a pair of slacks hugging his hips.

           “You look, so good. I hate you,” You say.

           “We’ll get a picture before we go, and you look stunning,” His eyes are twinkling, it’s something about the atmosphere, the portraits of Eloise, the promise of an afternoon together that has you blushing.

           “I can’t believe you planned this,”

           “I didn’t just plan this,” He responds, glancing quickly at the menu, having already pre-selected and pre ordered.

           “What?” Your shock can’t go unnoticed and Jimin’s blushing, looking away from you.

           “There’s more,” Jimin leans towards you.

           “I get you for the rest of the day?” Your eyes are still wide.

           “Honey, you get me forever,” Jimin winks, and it’s your turn to blush.

           You pass the hours at The Plaza by drinking champagne, eating cakes and sipping on tea, the swell of Christmas music highlighting everything in a seasonal glow.

           It’s only after you’ve finished that Jimin asks the waiter to take a few photos of you, and as you leave, you notice him stalling.

           “What?” You ask.

           “You’re just really beautiful,” He says, gloved hand reaching for yours.

           Stepping outside, you gasp at the falling flakes.

           “It’s like they knew,” You say, smiling at him.

           “Knew?”

           “The stars, they knew all I wanted was a snowy walk with you, and it gave it to me.”

           “I love you,” Jimin says again, pulling you to him and kissing you lightly.

           “And I, you,” You kiss him again, snow falling in your hair.

           Jimin leads you away from the hotel and down an adjacent street, his hand holding yours tightly as you take in the beauty of New York at Christmas. Jimin’s planned the route, but you ending location remains a secret as you follow his lead. All you wanted was time with Jimin, for him to slow down and spend a few hours with you.

           “How are you feeling?” You ask as you meander, the snowcapped trees glistening under the moonlight.

           “About?”

           “New Years, Christmas, work,” You explain.

           “Stressed and exhausted. It feels like everyone thinks Yoongi is still precious, like he can’t hold his own anymore, and now it’s falling to me and Hobi,” He says, eyes scanning your face. None of this is new information to you, and you’ve shared similar feelings with him. “It’s a lot of, not slack, but a lot to keep up, and I’m tired.”

           “You came off of the MAMA’s and MMA’s really fast, it’s hard to adjust to a new time zone and then to be prepping for New Years, you need a break.”

           “I want ARMY to love our performance, to,” He trails off. It’s his old song and dance, and he knows you can recite it.

           “I love you Jimin, your brothers love you, your performance is going to be fabulous, and you love yourself, right?” Your voice trails off. It’s your own song and dance, and Jimin willingly dances it with you.

           “I have another surprise for you,” Jimin says, aptly moving your conversation to a merrier topic.

           “What?” You ask.

Like a scene from a movie, a horse drawn carriage pulls up beside him. A white and silver sleigh fit with stunning white horses and waiting patiently for you and Jimin to board it.  

           “We’re staying at The Plaza tonight,” Jimin can’t stop smiling.

          You’re speechless as you board the carriage, never having been in one before. The novelty alone is sending you to your highest holiday joy. Jimin wraps his arm around your shoulders as you settle into the plush bench, covered in a heavenly plaid blanket.

          Nuzzling your cheek, Jimin whispers in your ear, “May your days be merry and bright.”

Next: Shawty with You

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Merry & Bright {6}: Once Bitten, Twice Shy

Previous: Pretend That We’re There

Pairing: Park Jimin x Reader

Genre: Angst/Fluff, Strangers to Lovers

Rating: PG13

Warnings: Swearing! 

Summary: She’s the last person Jimin wants to see at Hoseok’s annual Christmas party. But a kind stranger with a charming smile might be the one thing he needs to finally move on. 

          Wham! blasts from the speakers, a song a little too on the nose for Jimin. He’s skulking in the corner, sipping his vodka cranberry, an attempt by Ho-Seok to have a themed drink for the holiday party. He hated it. The party, not the drink. A group of their friends, a few acquaintances, dressed in hideous sweaters and soon to be forced to play White Elephant, a game he would normally enjoy. Except for that fact that his ex has just walked in, new boyfriend on her arm, and Jimin had selected an item from the box of stuff she’d left at his house.

          He is fuming.

          First, Areum is here.

          Second, she is going to recognize the gift, and then everyone would know he pawned the gift from her left-over shit.

          Third, he wasn’t nearly drunk enough and hardly anyone was dancing, meaning he wasn’t going to bust a move and be the singular star on the Christmas tree that was dance floor.

          Finally, he was going to have to speak to her at some point in time, at the party where they’d fallen in love, at the party that had led to their relationships demise.

          He had asked Ho-Seok for one thing at this party, one thing for Christmas, that you not be invited.

          Ho-Seok couldn’t guarantee that, having already invited her, not knowing she would be showing up on the arm of one of Seokjin’s friends.

          Jimin downs his drink, moving swiftly to the bar for another.

          “I’m sorry Jiminie,” Ho-Seok says, arm resting across Jimin’s shoulders. “I didn’t know.”

          “You didn’t know,” Jimin shakes his head. “She hasn’t been posting about it.”

          “You shouldn’t check that,” Taehyung advices, waiting patiently for the bartender to tend to his empty glass. “It’ll drive you crazy.”

          “I gave her my heart,” Jimin says, justifying his obsessive habit of checking your public Instagram.

          “She fooled you,” Taehyung says, sipping his Old Fashioned.

          “If we met under the mistletoe. And she kisses me again,” Jimin wonders aloud.

          “She’ll fool you again,” Ho-Seok says, concern crossing his eyes.

          “I sent her a letter,” Jimin tells his friends. They casually move from the bar to stand by the Christmas tree, Jungkook and Yoongi joining them.

          “Who?” Jungkook asks, hand reaching for Taehyung’s drink, eager to try it.

          “Areum,” Yoongi answers.

          “You know?” Ho-Seok looks at Yoongi, surprised.

          “Of course, I know,” Yoongi sips on his drink, a concoction Jimin doesn’t recognize. He reaches his hand for it, sniffing before taking a small sip.

          “Aye, that’s so strong!” He says scrunching his nose.

          “Then don’t drink it,” Yoongi snatches his glass back and makes a show of downing half of it in one go. Jimin and Jungkook laugh, his show of bravado working as a woman walks by, eyeing him up and down.

          “What’d the letter say?” Taehyung asks, moving to stand in the space Yoongi had occupied.

          “I just, I told her I loved her and that if you know… things were different, maybe we could try again,” Jimin refuses to make eye contact with his brothers.

          “Jimin, why?” Ho-Seok asks.

          “I had already bought her Christmas present, so I just sent it with a note,”

          “Did she ever respond?”

          “No,”

          “And now Areum’s here?”

          “With him,”

          “Wasn’t he?”

          “Yep,”

          Last Christmas, at Ho-Seok’s annual party, Jimin had found Areum cozied up next to Park Hyung-Sik, who had been invited by a friend of Seokjin’s. It wasn’t platonic, it wasn’t innocent, and it wasn’t the first time Jimin had wondered about her loyalties. She had been the first one in a while to bring Jimin out of his shell, to brighten his mood, to understand his often-unhealthy drive. He thought it was love, but last year, a year after they’d started seeing each other, casually and then more seriously as the year progressed, he found her in a back room, cozied up to Hyung-Sik.

          He had given his heart to her, and she gave it away without a care.

          “You need to distract yourself,” Namjoon offers, coming up to check in on the men. “You also need to stop standing in a clump, go mingle.”

          He nudges Taehyung, who nods in agreement and decides to go find someone other than his soulmate to talk to. Jimin watches as Areum and Hyung-Sik move towards the bar, and he quickly turns to the person walking in front of him, grabbing their wrist.

          “Hi, sorry, can you just, talk to me for a minute?” Jimin asks.

          “Um, sure?” You agree. You look at him hesitantly, and Jimin realizes he hasn’t let go of your wrist.

          “Sorry, Jimin,” He says holding out his hand. You take it apprehensively.

          “Y/N,” You smile.

          He’s wounded.

          “How do you know Ho-Seok?” He asks.

          “Oh, I’m best friends with one of Ho-Seok’s make-up artists,” You say, sipping your drink. “And you?”

          Jimin laughs.

          “Ho-Seok and I go way back,” he assures.

          “Hmm, so who are you avoiding?” You question.

          “Avoiding?” His eyes are wide. “How did you?”

          “You grabbed the wrist of a stranger, at a party where one of the hottest actors in Korea just showed up, and your boys are nowhere in sight,” You rattle off the reasons, each true. “It’s her, isn’t it?”

          “I, yeah, it is,” Jimin scratches the back of his neck.

          “I’m sorry, that’s a fucking awful way to spend Christmas,” You say, sympathy in your eyes.

          “It’s not so bad anymore,” Jimin smiles.

          “Ah, how many drinks deep are you?” You ask, eyeing his mostly full glass.

          “This is three,” He counts, recalling each as the night progressed.

          “Hmm,” you hum, looking into your glass before tossing it back, “I better catch up.”

          Grabbing Jimin’s hand, you lead him to the kitchen, far away from Areum and Hyung-Sik.

           “What’s your poison?” You ask, standing in front of the reserve stash.

           “Anything clear,” Jimin responds, trying to grasp who you are.

           “Want to do a few shots?” You offer.

           “I thought you were the one that has to catch up?” He asks, smirk dancing on his lips.

           “Fair, I’ll do a few shots, say, two?” You suggest.

           “Okay,” Jimin chuckles. You smile, pouring yourself a double and tossing it back.

           “Fuck!” You yell, the alcohol burning your throat as it goes down. “You’d think he’d supply higher quality liquor.”

           “No, Ho-Seok cares more about the DJ and the dancing,” Jimin informs you.

           “Oo, do you want to dance?” You ask. “There won’t be any choreography, and I can’t promise I can lift you, but I can promise you that it’ll be fun.”

           “Who are you?” Jimin’s heart is racing, you are enticing and scary and overwhelming.

           “Y/N, and you’re Jungkook, right?” You laugh, handing him a shot. “Bottom’s up.”

           Together you take another shot, and before he realizes it, you’ve slipped your hand into his and are guiding him towards the dance floor.

           Someone’s cued Wham! again, and Jimin spots Ho-Seok trying not to lose his shit over the DJ playing the same song twice. Jimin catches his eye, and Ho-Seok gives him a thumbs up, a reference to you, he’s sure. Jimin nods before turning back to you and laughs heartily at your current state.

           “Last Christmas, I gave you my heart / But the very next day, you gave it away / This year, to save me from tears / I'll give it to someone special!” You belt as you twirl in front of him, sparkling skirt reflecting the dim holiday lighting. Jimin reaches for you, pulling you close, and he can’t tell if it’s the holiday spirit, the copious amounts of alcohol, or the way you’re smiling at him, but he’s beginning to feel like maybe this Christmas, he’s going to understand what real love really is.

Next: Ribbons and Bows

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