***Damn near 4 AM over here but it’s up 😂***
Warnings: None
Pairing: Camila x EZ
Word count: 3.7K
Camila huffed and ran the back of her hand over her forehead, brushing away the hair and sweat that was there, a slight ache in her lower back as she stood. She smiled proudly down at her garden, dirty hands resting by her side. Chucks of soil tumbled off her fingers as she continued to look over the garden, everything now finally planted and situated after three days. She wasn’t nearly done with her garden, still so much to be grown, but planting the seeds and small trees of what she ate were her main goal. The size of the backyard had spoken to her as soon as she had seen it and immediately, she’d wanted to get started as soon as possible with growing her own produce. As a child, her Abuela always grown her own vegetables and fruits amongst other plants, and Camila had always been right there alongside her, helping her with the process. Sure, it was bonding time between the two of them, but to Camila, it was much more than that. Gardening with Abuela Magdalena taught her patience, taught her how showering something in love could make it grow and bloom, just like people. Her Abuela had always said that love, dedication, and support could heal even the most withered flower and while it took a little more work, it could do the same for a human.
That was where Camila’s loving nature came from. She treated everyone she met with the same gentleness and warmth as she had treated the sunflowers in her Abuela’s garden. She could be a little rough around the edges sometimes, with an over forgiving attitude that had led to her kindness being taken advantage of more times than she would like to count, and a rage that exploded when she’d finally had enough. She was complicated and layered, much like the onions she used to fish out of the damp soil but she tried her best to be the best that she could be and sitting in a garden with the fresh scent of rosemary and rainwater always helped her reflect so she could do that.
Dusting her hands off and giving herself a nod of approval, she ran a dirt-covered finger over the smooth green skin of the tiny tomato on the tree she had just planted and made her way back inside of the house for a shower before heading into town.
“There isn’t all that much experience needed, we just like people who are friendly, knowledgeable about different genres especially the newer ones. It’s not a library, though we do try to provide some similar services when needed. An old man like me isn’t very computer or tech savvy so it’s good to have young folks like yourself here who can help them out. Plus, you say you enjoy kids. You meet all of those so it seems to me that you’ll be a great fit.”
Camila smiled as the older gentleman spoke, walking with her slowly through the bookstore, after having gotten the story and history of her new workplace. It had started as your everyday run of the mill bookstore way back when Mr. Salvatore had first moved into town. It was the only bookstore in town until everything started expanding. Lately, they had started to see their patrons dwindling and Mr. Salvatore’s daughter Sandra had come up with the idea to buy the unit next to the bookstore and expand as well, adding a café and more technology into the mix. She was a tall, box blonde in her thirties with a bright and warm aura and an eye for decor. She’d said they needed to take a more modern approach, Mr. Salvatore had agreed and business had been booming ever since, now needing to hire some more employees to keep up with the demand. Camila had seen the ad for hiring in the local newspaper and decided to give it a shot. She loved to read, a good couple of boxes full to the brim with books back in the home that she had yet to buy a shelf for. The job seemed like the perfect one for her and so she’d figured she would try her luck.
Coming to stand back at the check-in and cash register desk at the front, he hobbled over behind the counter and tucked his thumbs into his worn leather suspenders, smiling as he looked at her.
“So, when can you start?”
Camila laughed softly and shrugged.
“Whenever you need me to, really. It’s not like I have any plans. I’d like to get back to work. I can start tomorrow if you’d like.”
At that, the man smiled again, holding his right hand out for her to shake.
“Well then young lady, I guess I’ll be seeing you tomorrow.”
Camila took his wrinkled hand in her own and shook it gently once before he placed his other atop hers, holding them in his.
“It’ll be good to have a new, nice face around here.”
Turning, he reached over and picked up a small white binder that all the new employees got with a list of what aisles held what genres, a current calendar with the next three months of events and other tips to make memorization of the bookstore easier. She took the binder from his hands, looking through it quickly before tossing him one last smile.
“Thank you, Mr. Salvatore. I’ll meet you and Sandra here tomorrow.”
Camila hummed to herself quietly as she pulled the new books from the cardboard box and stocked them up along the cherry stained wooden shelf. Though it wasn’t overwhelmingly exciting, it was one of the most relaxing jobs she’d ever had. She’d been able to memorize most of the cheat sheet that Mr. Salvatore had given her which made things much easier when it came to both stocking and helping any customers. The environment was quiet, cozy and laid back, not to mention the place smelled of fresh baked pastries and coffee from the café that was in the front of the store. As if that wasn’t enough, Mr. Salvatore had it that all employees could have coffee and a pastry for free on their breaks and could take home from the bunch that were left over and to be thrown away at the end of the day. Both he and his daughter had been nothing but the sweetest to her and after speaking to the other employees over lunch, she found that being nice was just a part of who they were. Every employee, no matter if they’d worked there for 1 week or 5 years, could vouch for the father-daughter duo and how they were the best employers anyone could wish for.
Camila finished stocking the new books on the ‘New Releases’ self and was in the process of pulling apart the empty box when Sandra walked up, smile as bright as ever.
“Hey, honey. Can you do me a favor?”
Camila nodded and Sandra pulled out a folded paper from the pocket of her jeans.
“Can you pick these books out for me when you get a chance? It doesn’t have to be now but have them done by closing time, please. Dad usually does this but he forgot today was Tuesday and he made an appointment with his cardiologist so we have to get that done. Just put the books together in a bag leave them on the shelf behind the front desk. Someone named Ezekiel will be by to pick them up later on. Don’t charge him. We have a little thing going where he just kinda rents them and brings them back when he’s done.”
Camila acknowledged her and held the list in her hand, unfolding it to look it over.
“I just finished stocking the last of the new releases so I can do it now, make sure I don’t forget.”
Sandra smiled and reached over to place a hand on Camila’s shoulder, giving it a soft squeeze.
“Thank you so much, sweetheart. I’m glad you’ve joined us here. I’ve already had 3 customers tell us how helpful you’ve been. Keep up the good work kiddo.”
To Sandra, it might’ve just been her everyday employee encouragement, but Camila couldn’t help but blush and beam at the woman’s words, always having been a sucker for praise. It made her ears get hot and instilled a burst of energy as it always did and she nodded quickly.
“Thank you, Sandra. I’ll get it done right now.”
“No problem. We’ll see you tomorrow.”
Camila continued to look over the list as they went separate ways, seeing that all the books were in a variety of genres. There were books of poetry and fiction, Sci-Fi and nature, horror and spirituality. There was a mix and Camila couldn’t help but wonder who would be picking them up. She tried to picture them in her head as she went around and pulled the books. Her imagination is what had drawn her to reading as a child in the first place and by the time she had collected the books from the list, she hadn’t been able to conjure up what she expected the person would look like. It was hard to get a feel with how sporadic the books were and how none of them seemed to have anything in common or similar to the next one.
Soon enough, she’d collected all of the books and had bagged them up, taking them up the front where Sandra had told her. She went back to the main center of the bookstore and looked around, everything seeming to have emptied out by now. She had volunteered to close up and was consequently that last employee in the store apart from the two baristas that were wiping down the espresso machines. There was one patron left in the café, a high school student no more than 16 that had been there since earlier this afternoon. He wore a grey hoodie and bags under his eyes, his hair messy and greasy and she could tell he was exhausted as his eyes continued to gaze at the laptop screen in front of him. She walked over and placed her hand down onto the tabletop, rapping her nails against it softly, getting his attention. He looked up at her and she smiled softly, pointing over at the clock.
“It’s getting close to closing time. Just wanted to let you know so you have time to save everything and get packed up. Do you need help with anything?”
The kid cursed quietly and shook his head in frustration.
“Shit, sorry. I lost track of time. I’m just trying to get this presentation done for school and my brain is fried. I can’t come up with anything else and I still have 6 slides left.”
Camila took a seat next to the kid and pointed at his screen.
“Do you mind?”
“Nah, go ahead.”
He turned the screen towards her and she looked over the PowerPoint, a slight grin coming to her face as she saw what the topic was.
“Ya know, I may or may not have done a project myself on the Collapse of the Roman Empire when I was in high school. When is this due?”
“Two days from now. I put it off and it snuck up on me. That’s why I skipped school today. Don’t tell anyone please!”
Camila laughed as his voice took a worried edge at the end after he had outed himself. She was about to respond when the bell dinged as the door opened. She looked over as a man walked in and went straight to the front desk, waiting patiently. She couldn’t see his face but what she could see was the leather and the patch he wore. No one had mentioned that there was an MC in town.
Pointing down at the table, she turned back to the kid and leaned in.
“I’ll tell you what. I think I still have that paper saved somewhere on my computer. I’ll bring it with me tomorrow and I’ll help you out to finish those last couple of slides. After school! Don’t skip.”
The boy’s eyes widened some before a grin slowly made its way onto his face, nodding feverishly.
“OK! I won’t skip, I promise. I’ll be here after school at 2.”
Camila nodded herself and pushed his backpack towards him before standing.
“Go home. And get some good sleep.”
She turned back towards the front desk and set into a brisk walk, not wanting to make the man wait any longer. As she came around, he locked eyes with her and gave a warm smile. Reciprocating, she faced him, hands planted flat on the countertop.
“Hi. You must be Ezekiel?”
“Yeah, that’s me.”
Camila turned and grabbed the bag off of the shelf, holding it out for him.
“Here you go. Everything’s in there for you.”
“Thank you. Is everything ok with Mr. Salvatore?”
Camila nodded, seeing the concern in his eyes.
“Yeah, he’s ok. He just had a doctor’s appointment. Sandra said he forgot it was Tuesday otherwise he would’ve been here to see you.”
Ezekiel smiled softly and looked down into the bag before looking back up into her eyes.
“Yeah, I like to read but I don’t really have room to keep a bunch of books so I just rent them from him and give them back.”
“Yeah, Sandra was telling me.”
There was a moment of silence as they looked at each other. Just as Ezekiel opened his mouth to speak again, the student from earlier came up to the counter, butting in.
“Hey, thanks again. I really appreciate it.”
“Oh, you’re welcome…”
“Ethan.”
“Ethan. I’m Camila. I’ll see you tomorrow. Make sure you bring all your stuff and we’ll get that project finished up ok?”
The kid smiled and nodded as he situated his backpack on his shoulder.
“Yes, ma’am.”
He waved as he left and she returned it, EZ smiling to himself at the interaction as he looked back at her.
“Are you a teacher?”
Camila shook her head with a smile, watching out the window as the kid got onto his bike.
“No, just helping out. I like kids, even the older ones. He’s got a project due and he’s having trouble wrapping it up.”
Ezekiel nodded once more, smiling at her as he did.
“Yeah, I remember those days. Good old procrastination.”
The two of them shared a laugh and were once again surrounded by silence. Their smiles slowly faded from their faces and yet they still stayed looking at each other for a second more before they quickly looked away, EZ looking down at his books and Camila suddenly finding the glitter in her nail polish to be very interesting. It was awkward and they both began to talk at the exact same time to break the silence.
“Well, it was nice meeting you.”
“Nice to meet you.”
EZ shook his head as she threw hers back, both of their laughs filling the emptiness of the bookstore. Camila spoke alone this time.
“Sorry for being kinda awkward. I just moved here and it’s a lot of new people and places and new everything. Just trying to get my footing.”
EZ nodded in agreement with her statement but also to himself. Though he wasn’t new in town, he was getting back into the swing of things after having been locked up. He was also meeting new people and seeing new places, trying to get his footing himself. A lot had changed since he’d gone to jail and he could understand where she was coming from, though he wasn’t exactly ready to admit all of that to her. She was sweet, both carefree and awkward at the same time, and he thought she was beautiful. After being inside, he was willing to admit that he was off his game and more than a little rusty when it came to women. He was sure if Angel could see him, he’d be laughing his ass off at his little brother. With everything going on in his life at the moment, finding a girl and getting into a relationship was the last thing on his mind. He couldn’t deny the attraction he felt towards her, both physically and personally but the fewer people he brought into the mess that he had created with the DEA and the club, the better.
Slapping his hand onto the counter softly, he pulled away shooting her another smile as he headed towards the door.
“Well, I’ll see you around Camila. Thanks for the books.”
With a grin and a wave, she said goodbye and watched as he walked out, putting away his bag before climbing onto his bike. She winced slightly as he started it up and the rumble engulfed the street. She looked back around the shop, the baristas having already gone home and everything situated, ready for her to lock up. She went to the front door and locked it, turning over the closed sign before heading to the back, into the breakroom to grab her things. Purse in hand, she walked to the rear of the store, going out the back door and locking that one up too. Looking down at her watch, she read the time. It was only four thirty and Felipe’s shop didn’t close until five. She’d promised that she wouldn’t make a habit of being late and she was a woman of her word.
Unlocking her car, she climbed in and pulled out her card before tossing her purse into the passenger seat and starting up the car. She pulled out of the back lot and went around the complex, driving down the main street and parking further up the block where the carniceria was. She walked up to the door and pushed it open, smiling as she saw Felipe standing behind the counter. Walking in further and turning, she found Ezekiel sitting on one of the chairs also looking over at her. The two of them looked at each other for a good couple of seconds, not really knowing what to say. Camila settled for trying to make a joke.
“I swear I’m not stalking you.”
EZ chuckled as Felipe looked between them.
“You two know each other?”
They both shook their heads at the same time, EZ stepping in to explain.
“She just started working at the Salvatore bookstore. I bumped into her earlier. I was there to pick up some books.”
Felipe closed his eyes and nodded once in understanding before looking back at Camila with a smile which she returned as she walked up to the counter.
“Hola Señor.”
“Hola nena.”
“I need 6 chicken breasts por favor.”
Felipe began to pull her meats out and continued to speak to her as EZ watched.
“So, you’re working at the bookstore?”
“Yeah. I started today. It’s not bad. I like it. Plus it's close, good hours.”
“Are you all moved in?”
“Gracias a Dios, yes. I still have a couple of small boxes left to unpack but they’re full of little stuff. The house itself is all done though.”
Now it was EZ’s turn to repeat Felipe’s question from earlier.
“Do you two know each other?”
Camila turned to face EZ as Felipe continued to pack up her chicken, a small smile on her face.
“Not really. I mean we’ve met before. I came here a couple of days ago to buy some meat and we started talking then.”
Camila trailed off before pointing between EZ and Felipe.
“So, I guess it’s my turn to ask. Do you two know each other?”
Both men shared a laugh and Camila furrowed her brows slightly, not really understanding what was so funny.
“Yeah, you could say that.”
She looked over at Felipe and he pulled off his gloves, turning around to grab a framed picture off of the wall behind him and hand it over to her. Her eyes looked over the sweet little boy in the picture, the smile still identical, and she turned to look at EZ, who sat with one leg crossed over the other, a proud look on his face as he spoke.
“That’s my pops.”
Camila looked back and forth between the two of them, searching their faces in awe of how she hadn’t realized before.
“Well shit.”
The three of them shared a laugh and she handed the photo back to Felipe, EZ coming to stand as Felipe put it back and finished packaging her chicken. He placed the bag on top of the counter and gave her the total. Felipe observed quietly as his son eyed the girl as she paid. His eyes broke away from her for a moment and then caught those of his fathers, watching him watch her. Even a grown man now, he still blushed and looked down bashfully as his father rolled his eyes but still smiled. The machine printed out her receipt and she grabbed it along with her bag, looking back up at Felipe.
“Thank you Señor.”
“You can call me Felipe.”
Camila nodded as she turned and began heading towards the door.
“Gracias Felipe.”
She turned her head slightly and looked at EZ, waving with her empty hand.
“Bye Ezekiel.”
“Bye.”
Camila walked out of the store and made her way to her car, both Reyes men watching her as she did. EZ looked back over as Felipe began disinfecting the counters and scale, walking up to the counter.
“That’s the girl you were talking about?”
Felipe nodded, tossing the wipes into the trash as he walked out from behind the counter and towards EZ, who was still looking out the window at Camila. He returned his gaze to his father with a lazy smile as he felt his dad grab his shoulder. He expected him to tease him, poke fun at how engrossed in her he was. His smile quickly faltered though as he saw the look his father wore.
“What’s up, pop?”
The older man sighed deeply, tossing his head towards the back room.
“Lock up the front and flip the sign. We gotta talk about KJ.”
170 notes
·
View notes
BTS Reaction: You Doing Cute Things When You're Tired
*edited
Seokjin: Jin had invited you over for a movie night, which had quickly turned into four. The two of you were cuddled on the couch, both of his arms wrapped around you. Midnight was coming closer, and the two of you were becoming more and more tired. The last movie was coming to a close, and Jin felt his eyelids dropping.
His head fell onto yours, his hand falling into your lap. He would have moved it, but he was too tired. The rolling credits had sent the room into a peaceful dark, lulling him closer to sleep. He would have fallen asleep had it not been for the movement in his hands. He opened his eyes and his gaze fell to you, with his hand wrapped in yours.
You, in your tired state, had grabbed his hand and began silently moving his fingers up and down, opening and closing them, rubbing the back of this hand with your thumb. He tried to stay silent, but when you pulled his hand up and began softly kissing each and everyone of his fingertips, he let out a quiet chuckle as he placed his lips to your forehead. You gazed up at him and smiled gently at him. He smiled back and stood up.
You let out a whine at the lack of contact, reaching your arms out to him. He picked you up and held you against him, you burying your head into his shoulder. Without a word, he took you both to his room and laid you down on the bed, slowly crawling in next to you. He slid the covers out from under you and pulled the over you, snuggling up close you. He allowed you to push your head under his chin and into his chest, hearing your breath even out. He felt you lean forward and press a kiss to his collar bone, before finally falling asleep. He let out a final chuckle, leaning his head into your hair.
"I love you so much, Y/n."
Yoongi: You were waiting for Yoongi to be done with his work, laying on the couch in his studio. You lazily watched his back as his fingers danced across the keys. His eyes glancing all across the screen, focused.
Waiting for and watching the man of your dreams made you surprisingly tired. You closed your eyes for a few seconds, hoping to relieve the burn in them. You only managed to get a few minutes in before hearing Yoongi sigh.
You opened your eyes and looked at Yoongi, his body hunched and his eyes narrowed.
"What's wrong, Yoongi-baby?" You said, calling him by a nickname you only ever used when you were tired. He glanced back at you and smiled slightly before gazing back to the screen.
"It's nothing, baby. My computer is just acting up and won't save what I type." He said, running his hand through his hair.
You, not liking him being upset, stood up and walked over to him. You wrapped your arm's around him and sung words that didn't entirely make sense, but were nice in your head.
"My little soft Yoongi-bear
Lovely and a masterpiece
Singing, kissing, hugging, too
A little bit of sugar sweet.
Little angel, perfect smile
Happy faces, perfect words
Kissable lips and soft, sweet skin
Way up high just like a bird."
You sung, trying to cheer him up. You thought you sounded beautiful, but your sleepy mind caused you to slur the words, and Yoongi couldn't even understand some of them.
Nonetheless, you managed to do what you wanted as he turned around and hugged your waist. He laid his head on your chest a breathed in your scent. He stood up, his arms still wrapped around you, and kissed you.
"I can deal with this later," He said, slowly walking to the door.
"Why don't you and I go cuddle?"
Hoseok: Hoseok was supposed to be home earlier than this, but something had kept him. His manager wanted to talk to him about creating and managing the choreography for their new song. He had agreed to start working on it as soon as possible, and headed home to you.
He knew how you liked to wait for him, as you couldn't sleep in the bed without him. Often he'd come home to find you laying on the couch, floor, and once even the coffee table, just barely awake. He hoped that you wouldn't be too upset at him.
He entered the house and slid his shoes off, quietly heading to the living room. He saw you laying on the back of the couch, a plushy you had named HobiHobi in your arms. He couldn't contain his giggles as he heard you talking to HobiHobi.
"I can't wait for Hobi to come home. He's the one you're named after. I love him so much, he's my precious little baby. I mean, you are too, but I just love him more. Sorry, HobiHobi, but you know how it is. In this family, he's like my husband, and you're like my dog. Like, you don't speak English, Korean, or any other human language. Also, your fluffly and soft."
He walked over to you, and you snapped your head up at the sound of footsteps. As soon as you recognized him, your face erupted into a large smile and you rolled of the back of the couch. You landed on the cushions and sat up.
Hoseok opened his arms, and no later had you jumped onto him, your legs wrapping around his legs as well.
"Hobi! You're home! I missed you so so so much! I love you!" You said, pressing kiss after kiss across his face. Hoseok had gotten used to your silly and clingy behavior when you're tired, and accepted your love with smiles and laughter.
"I missed you, too. Are you ready to go to bed?" He asked as you cuddled into his chest.
"Yes!" You exclaimed, before gasping and pointing to the couch behind you. "But don't forget HobiHobi!" The plush had been dropped in your excitement, and laid abandoned on the couch. Hoseok picked him up, as best he could with you still attached to him.
He set the plush in front of you and continued his way to the bedroom. He had to push the door open with his back and close it with his foot. He sat down on the edge of the bed and turned his body to lay down, pulling you down onto his chest. HobiHobi was squished between the two of you, and you pressed a kiss to his fluffy cheek. You the turned up to Hoseok and pressed a longer and sweeter kiss onto his lips.
When you let go you relaxed into his arms and allowed sleep to overcome you, dreaming about anything and everything. Hoseok stared down at you, not even bothered about not changing out of his clothes. All he cared about was you and your happiness.
"You are the sweetest thing in my life."
Namjoon: On one of Namjoon's rare days off, the two of you had decided to go on a date. You both had agreed to go to a coffee shop, the same one where you met. He had brought a book that the two of you were reading, and had been reading it to you for the past 20 minutes.
You slowly sipped your drink, listening to his voice repeat the inked words. You absolutely adored his voice, it being one of the only things that could soothe you. Often times when he couldn't return home early enough you would just listen to him talking to help you fall asleep. Maybe that was why you felt yourself slipping.
Your head rested against the palm of your hand, a small, content smile gracing your features. You blinked slowly at the man across from you, him to absorbed into the book's world to notice the dazed look on your face. Your eyelids slowly closed, you just loosing yourself in the sweet sound of his voice.
You almost fell asleep, but it was when you noticed that he stopped talking that you opened your eyes. You saw Namjoon smiling at you from across the table, his eyes soft and his smile sweet.
"I love you so much." You said simply. He chuckled and bookmarked his page before setting it to the side. He leaned down against his own hand and looked you in the eye.
"Oh yeah? And what exactly to you love about me?"
"I love your voice and how it sounds so soothing and gentle. I love your eyes and the way they smile. Your dimples are so beautiful and your hair is always soft. I love it when you smile at me and when you hold my hands. I love it when you hold me when I'm cold, sad, clingy, or just anything. I love it when you tell me that you love me, and I love the way the butterflies dance when you're around. I love the way my heart pounds when you're near me and the way the the brain can't find a logical reason to why I want to spend my life with you." You continues on and on. You tended to be completely honest and over share when you were tired.
"Do you wanna know why I love you?" He asked, reaching over the table to hold you free hand in his. You nodded slowly, eyes still sleepily trained on his face.
He began to go into detail about why he loves you, ranging from how your eyes sparkled to how you treat other people. he didn't even get halfway through his speech before you finally fell asleep, his voice coaxing you past the final baracade into sleepy town.
He noticed you fell asleep and continued talking to you, just loving to watch you in all your beauty.
An older couple had walked in and began looking for a table, passing by the two of you. They had appeared to have heard the majority of the conversation, as the man said, "I remember when I was like that with my wife. I could stare at her for hours, listing off everything I loved about her, even if she didn't know. I hope you two marry and grow up happily together.
Namjoon looked back at you and smiled so deeply, and he could feel his eyes beginning to prick with tears. He adjusted his position and he could feel the box in his pocket. The box that held a silver ring in it, the one he bought before meeting you.
"Yeah, I hope so, too."
Jimin: If there was one thing Jimin couldn't live without, it would be you. Sure, he loved his career, but he would give it all up for you. These were the things that he thought about when he looked at you, especially in moments like this one.
Both you and Jimin has been in the practice room. You had arrived recently to pick him up while he just finished up. You had sat against the wall, watching him swiftly move and sway to the music, loosing himself in the music and becoming one with it. It had already been a hectic day, so just sitting there in his presence caused you to relax, your body coming close to sleep mode.
Jimin had turned to ask you something when he saw the dazed and tired look on your face. He let himself smile at you and approached you to sit next to you. He couldn't help but wrap an arm around you and pull you into his chest. You turned and wrapped you arms around his neck, placing your legs across his lap and cuddling into his neck.
You two remained in that position for a few minutes before you had an idea. You slowly stood up and tried to drag Jimin to his feet with you.
"Come one, Jimin! Dance with me!" You said turning and running into the floor. You turned around and watched him cutely as he went to the speaker and put on one of your favorite songs. You gasped and jumped as Serendipity began playing.
Jimin came back to you and wrapped his arms around your waist as you did the same with his neck. Both of you swayed softly to the music, looking deeply into each other's eyes. You leaned into him and pressed your forehead against his, staring lovingly at him.
"Jimin, I love you so much. You've accomplished so much in these past few years and I could not be more proud. You've been through so much and yet you've pulled through. You are the love of my life Jimin."
He chuckled softly and cupped your fault e into one of his hand before bringing you in to his lips. Your lips moved in sync with each other.
"You. Are. The. Most. Amazing. Person. I've. Ever. Met." He said each time he took a breath. He continued kissing you, all of his emotions pouring out to show you how much you mean to him, and boy did you receive it.
He finally pulled away so that he could just gaze at your face, red tinting your cheeks and a beautiful smile on your face. He chuckled and leaned his forehead against yours once again.
"You are the most important person in my life."
Taehyung: Both you and Taehyung had a busy day, and one of your favorite things do to was star-gaze. You had gathered up a good amount of blankets and crawled through a hatch in your ceiling onto the roof. Both of you were laying in a nest of blanket, cuddled up to each other while you tried to point out the zodiacs you knew.
He had his arm wrapped tightly around you and your legs were tangled together. Your head was on his chest and be was kissing your face over and over. You couldn't stop laughing, trying to push his face away from you, but he kept coming back.
"Tae! Calm down, I'm trying to focus!" You said, laughing as he began kissing your hand. He leaned forward and pressed kissed to both you eyes and your nose. "What are you even doing?"
"Nothing, just appreciating beauty in this world." He said, letting his lips linger on your skin. You laughed softly and allowed him to continue, laying closer to him and peppering kisses along his neck and collarbone like he had done to you.
"I love you so much, Tae. You have no idea." You said, feeling a yawn escape your throat.
"If it's anything close to how I feel for you, than I think I have a good idea." He said, pulling you tightly against his body. You giggled silently and leaned up to his face. You pressed your lips to his ear and kissed him, whispering softly into it.
"Do you know who the most beautiful person on the planet is? You. Do you know who the most loving person on the planet is? You. Do you know who the most talented person on the planet is? You." You continued, ending each you with a kiss to another part of him.
"Really? Is there anything else?" He asked teasingly, gazing into your eyes with dark eyes.
"I love your eyes." You kissed his eyes.
"I love your nose." You kissed his nose.
"I love your cheeks." You kissed his cheeks.
"I love your hair." You kissed his hair.
"I love your ears." You kissed his ears.
"Do you love my lips?" He asked, leaning closer towards you.
You chuckled and, without answering him, pressed your lips softly against his, loving the way he cupped your face and pulled you into him. He turned his head to deepen the kiss, and you let out a soft whine of pleasure. He chuckled onto your lips and pressed harder, his hand slowly tracing the line of your back.
Your hands wound their way into his hair, gripping it gently and massaging his scalp. You both pulled away and stared breathlessly at each other, laughing softly. Taehyung caressed your cheeks with the pad of his thumbs and brought you in for another kiss.
"I want you so bad, Y/n"
Jungkook: It was late at night and you had woken up to find Jungkook playing Overwatch on the PC. At first you wanted to call him back to bed, but then you realized that he hadn't had a change to just play and relax with his friends. So you just resorted to watching him play.
Your eyes kept trying to close but you wanted to keep watching him. You tried sitting up so that you wouldn't feel the need to sleep, but that only worked for a few seconds. Then you sat on the edge of the bed and watched him closer to the screen.
That still didn't work, and you were starting to get upset. You crawled out of bed and decided to stand behind him and wrap your arms around his shoulders. When you felt him jump, you couldn't help but giggle as you rested you head on his shoulder. He turned his head to playfully glare at you, before turning his head back to the screen.
You watched him and gave him little tips for the game that he probably didn't need and helping him out when he didn't see something. It was dark and you were too tired to notice he had his mic on, so everyone on his team heard you talking to him. That also means they hear you when you started calling him cute.
You had stopped talking because you just wanted to rest, and you had your heard buried in the crook of his neck. Eventually, you just started kissing his neck and listened as he giggled.
"What are you doing?" He said quietly, trying not to disturb you or his teammates.
"I'm kissing the cutest thing in the world." Jungkook smiled, but then heard his teammates.
"Cutest thing in the world? Y/n, how is Jungkook cute!?" Someone shouted, loud enough for you to hear. Usually, you didn't want to embarrass him, but you didn't care right now. Jungkook tried to get you to stop, but it was useless.
"Oh, there's a lot of reasons. We cuddle together all night and he always tells me I'm beautiful and he loves me. He likes to take care of me and help me with whatever I do, and he says that I'm the best thing in his life."
He heard one of his teammates mumble, "Cheesy."
"Also, this one time, I went shopping, but I forgot the banana milk, and he pouted for like an hour until I kissed him. That always makes him happy, my kisses." You said, leaning over his shoulder and kissing his cheek. It worked, and he laughed.
"Oooh, Jungkook, you love your girlfriends kisses!" Said someone, loud enough for you hear. Only, you recognized this person, it was your cousin.
You leaned over into the mic, ready to tell him. "Shut up (cousins name)! Your girlfriend tells me all about how you whine and cry when she has to go home!" The rest of the teammates laugh, and Jungkook quickly ends the game to avoid further embarrassment.
"Y/n's tired, I'm going to head to bed." He said, and them removed his headset. He turned off the game, and the PC, and the room was plunged into darkness. You grabbed his hand and pulled him back, exited to lay with him.
You accidentally hit the edge of the bed, and the two of you fell onto the bed, him falling in top of you. You both laughed and you wrapped your arms and legs around his body. He leaned down and pressed a sweet kiss to your lips, caressing one of your arms. He pulled away and flipped you so you were laying on him and squirmed into the proper position on the bed. You rested your head on his chest and he buried his face in your hair.
"You are so precious, I love you so much."
This is the best thing I've ever written.
5 notes
·
View notes