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bangtanloverboys · 8 months

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the pet whisperer // kth

summary - after receiving a ghost egg as a reward from a quest, you go looking to help get it hatched. but instead of finding the doctor, you find his assistant

pairing - pet trainer!taehyung x pet owner!reader

genre - fluff; wizard 101 au

word count - 1.5k

warnings - dip’s made up lore, friendships, quick mention of fear but nothing bad

guide - conjury = myth school; necromancy = death school; divination = storm school; marleybonian = british cat person

author’s note - this one is a tad short, as i just like the interactions and building up of the pet world. it’s just a little cute thing

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Growing up there was one thing you would always ask your parents for every year for your birthday: a pet. It didn’t matter what type, it could’ve been a piggle, an imp, a dragon, a firecat, anything! All you wanted was your own buddy to train and hang out with. Unfortunately, your parents never liked the idea. Your father was allergic to feathers, your mother wasn’t fond of the idea of taking care of yet another thing on top of you and your siblings, and it was a lot of responsibility that you simply couldn’t handle at such a young age. So you shelved the childhood dream of having a pet, going through school and only gazing longingly at the other students as they brought their pets to school for show and tell or for dueling practice.

Only after you’d moved out of your family home in Olde Town and gotten your own apartment in Firecat Alley did you finally revisit the dream. You had started doing oddball errands and jobs that other wizards refused in order to save up to help purchase a pet. It was by pure chance of luck that one of those little excursions had you being rewarded with a pet! A ghost egg, how fitting considering you’re a necromancer.

With the egg tucked safely into your pack, you approached the Pet Pavilion. You’d been down the street before as a younger student, watching some of the traveling animal shows that passed through. But now as a new pet owner, you felt a bit out of your depth and a tad nervous.

“Hey, can I help you with anything?” A voice pulled you out of your thoughts. The voice belonged to a (very attractive) blond man, no taller than you, dressed head to toe in blue and yellow; he had to be a conjurer.

“Hi, I uh- I just got this ghost egg and I’m looking to hatch it.” You pulled your pack to the side, lifting up the lid to show the grey shell to him.

“First time pet owner?”

You nodded.

“Alright! So for hatching we’re gonna set ‘em up in the Hatchery then, it takes a couple hours but it’s sooner than waiting. This way,” he said as he started leading you up the stairs towards the large building at the end of the pavilion. “My name’s Taehyung Frogtamer, by the way.”

“Y/N Redwraith,” you responded as you followed him. Inside the Hatchery, sounds of electricity buzzed and lights flashed, catching you off guard for a moment. Along the side of the room were small seats where various eggs were placed, hooked up to a machine. On the floor was a large insignia for divination, leading you to believe storm magic must’ve helped power it all. Despite it being layered in magic, you couldn’t help but think it all looked like something you’d seen in an old book on Marleybone, a world filled with electricity and machinery rather than magic. You must’ve looked a tad unsettled as Taehyung pulled your attention away from them.

“Don’t worry, this is all very humane and safe. Unordinary, yes. But all pets are healthy, trust me.” Even under Taehyung’s assurance, it was still a tad nerve wracking. The Pet Pavilion was still fairly new, so having egg hatched under assistance was still a relatively new practice. Especially for Wizard City.

“You’re the doctor, so I’ll trust you.”

Your words visibly shook him, as his mouth fell open to say something but before he could respond a new voice interjected.

“Frogtamer is not the doctor.” You turned your head towards the voice, and on a platform was a Marleybonian dressed in a lab coat and other medical tools. “I am Doctor Purreau.”

Heat gathered in your cheeks, embarrassed at your assumption. “I’m sorry, he seems very knowledgeable and I’ve never quite been in here before,” you confessed, scratching at the back of your neck.

“Hmm,” Dr. Purreau regarded you with a disinterested look. He didn’t say anything else before turning his back on your, looking back towards an egg that was strapped to a chair, watching it as it cracked and came to life.

Turning back to Taehyung, he gestured for you to follow him to the other side of the hall room. “Dr. P is. . . he is a character, but a good doctor. Trust in the science. Now, I can still help you, if you’re interested?”

“Yes, thank you.” Taehyung looked to you then to your bag, slightly nodding to it. “Oh, right!” You reached into your pack, carefully pulling out the large grey egg. Slowly, you placed it into Taheyung’s hands. You watched as he delicately placed it into the chair, strapping it in. You gnawed on your lower lip as he began to hook it up the machine, lowering the metal headset down to the crown of the egg. The blond approached the side of the machine where a large lever was on display.

Wrapping his hands around the handle, Taehyung looked over to you. “You might want to shield your eyes.”

Doing as he said, your hands came up to your eyes as he lowered the lever. Bright flashes of lightning and claps of thunder filled your ears. You swore, it was so loud you feared you might’ve lost your hearing. But in a matter of moments, it was done! The room went quiet and you peeled your hands away from your eyes. Seated in the remaining bits of shell was the head of a ghost, its ghoulish hood looking around its new surroundings.

“Oh my stars!” You gasped as Taehyung removed the straps from its remaining bit of shell. It floated away from the chair, making a beeline for you.

“Already knows their owner!” Taehyung cheered, smiling brightly at you as the small ghost did circles around your legs. “Do you have a name for ‘em?”

“Honestly? I don’t know. Do you have any ideas?” You couldn’t take your eyes off of them, smiling so hard your cheeks began to ache.

“Well I have a cyclops named Sir Noodle, a piggle named Avery, a dragon named Stormfly, and a serpent named Shadow. So I’m not the best with name ideas as they’ll just sort of. . . pop up in my head and I just go ‘good enough’.”

“Hmm,” you got down on your knees, reaching out to the ghost. They reached out for your hand, a cool chill rushing through you as their disembodied hand grasped against yours. “Jeffery?”

You watched as Taehyung gave you a cheeky smile at that. “Just Jeffery? No titles or anything?”

“Nope,” you shook your head. “They’re just Jeffery.”

“Just Jeffery it is,” he said as he scribbled something down on a piece of paper before handing it to you. “Certificate of ownership and hatching certificate.”

“Thank you,” you smiled as you took the papers from him.

“I’ll walk you out?” He asked, phrasing it as a question.

“Please.” And so the two of you walked side by side out of the hatchery, Jeffery trailing close behind at your heels.

“Ghosts will eat any food that other pets will eat; but they have preference for foods like penne dreadful, square watermelon, and dastardly radish,” Taehyung rambled as the lead you out of the darkness of the Hatchery and into the bright sunlight of the pavilion.

“Duly noted, thank you so much.”

“It’s my pleasure, I love pets and animals. It’s all I’ve ever dreamed of doing.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, I mean, Dr. Purreau says I’ve got a knack for it.”

“And you being a conjurer has no impact on your ability to help hatch?” You asked, remembering how even though it’s a machine, it’s half powered through storm magic, opposite of conjury.

Taehyung stopped dead in his tracks, a confused look on his face. “How did you know I was a myth student?” You looked down to his robes, yellow and blue, the colors of the myth school before meeting his eyes again. Following your gaze, he caught on. “Oh! Sorry, I’m a fool, ignore that. But no, it doesn’t surprisingly. Guess it only impacts the battlefield.”

User fluidity amongst opposite schools was rare, but not unheard of. You nodded, accepting the explanation. But you weren’t quite ready to say goodbye yet. “Hey uh, since Jeffery is new and stuff. Maybe you’d like to. . . I don’t know. . . have a pet playdate sometime? It’s alright if you don’t-”

“Yes!” He cut you off, his voice almost breaking. Clearing his throat, he spoke again. “Yes, I’d like that very much,” he said, his voice slightly deeper and more controlled.

Smiling, you nodded. “Okay, meet in the Commons tomorrow? Noon good for you?”

“Perfect, I’ll bring Sir Noodle. He’s the most sociable. Him and Jeffery are gonna be fast friends, I know it.” He rested his hands on his hips.

“Okay, see you tomorrow then.” You smiled as you started stepping away from him. “Say bye Jeffery!” The ghost made a small groan as they followed you. Carefully, you glanced over your shoulder, seeing Taehyung watch you leave. Once you were enveloped in the darkness of the tunnel, you turned around to see the conjurer doing a small happy dance. Cute, apparently good with animals, and a little goofy? You definitely were starting to like him.

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spiceofvy · 12 days

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Can you please write dumb/cute/random things BTS members will do while they are crushing on reader?

BTS - Things they do when they are in love with you

cw: gender neutral reader, sfw, just pure fluff

Seokjin: Takes lots of photos with you. He just wants to remember everything he does with you. Would totally use every new selfie of the two of you as his new lockscreen. Even if you don't feel pretty or are in the middle of eating something he quickly whips out his phone to take a selfie with you. And of course taking a lot of candid pictures of you, to use as lockscreens too. And if you ever call him out for it he just pretends that he just likes to see his own face which definitely is also true but not the main reason.

Yoongi: Always lets you into his space. As soon as he realizes how much you mean to him you get the code to his studio. Free entry, no texts beforehand. He just wants you around him all the time and he doesn't mind sharing his space with you. May it be to eat together, so you can watch him work while you relax or even working simultaneously on different things. He is fine with all of it. And while everybody has to be cautious about not bothering him, you don't have to because he could never be annoyed with you.

Hoseok: Wants to be friends with your friends. He just loves spending time with you and there is no better way to get closer to you than with friend hangouts. Definitely adds everyone on social media after meeting them once and makes it a big deal to spend some time with them so not only they get a good opinion of him but also so you can see how well he fits into your already existing life. Also will ask for embarrassing stories about you.

Namjoon: Gets even more clumsy. All you need to do is to walk into a room for him to literally drop whatever he is holding. But also just trips over things, pushes things over and all that good stuff. Your presence is just too much for him and he doesn't know how to move his body when you are watching him. Also forgets how well spoken he is and says the dumbest stuff while stuttering. Congratulations, you burned his brain away.

Jimin: Texts you all the time. And I mean it. Nonstop. He is getting his makeup done? He texts you. He sits in the cab to get to the venue? He texts you. He is just about to fall asleep? He texts you. It's just his favorite activity and even if you can't answer immediately he just needs to tell you everything he thinks about. Also sends you so many selfies all over the day. No matter if they're funny or pretty.

Taehyung: Collects little trinkets for you. He almost always thinks of you and in turn always sees something that he thinks would be perfect for you to have. Maybe it's a rock that works well for your collection. Or a CD of your favorite artist you don't have yet. Or just a neat seashell he finds at the beach. Always also really proud about giving them to you, excited to see your happy reaction when he gives you something.

Jungkook: Is so excited to be around you. Whenever he sees you he gets like the brightest smile ever, jumping up and down so happy to see you. Will also maniacally laugh about everything remotely funny that you say. Just so happy to have your attention. He talks non stop, wanting to impress you and hopefully make you laugh. Asks everyone who was with you later if they noticed how you smiled at him or laughed about the joke he made.

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woncon · 7 months

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☼ wake up !

or four drabbles about waking up beside your boyfriends

☼various poly bts pairs x gn!reader

☼estabilished poly relationships, one swear word (damn), nicknames, kissing

☼special thanks to @honeytwo for helping me translate this into english, correcting my grammar and other mistakes. thank you for everything! °♡̷•.

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☼ jin ┊ namjoon ☼

a rattling wakes you from your sweet sleep. something heavy has fallen to the floor. tired, you whimper and dive deeper into the blanket to protect yourself from the outside world: the sound, the sunlight coming through the window and the cold.

"damn," you hear the swearing as someone crawls back on the bed, wrapping their arms around your waist. you realise that the chill you felt was due to the fact that he wasn't lying behind you.

"did you fall, joonie?" you look out from under the duvet with half-closed eyes. the answer is an annoyed hum. "are you okay?" he buries his face in your neck and nods.

"go back to sleep. jin's alarm will go off soon, but you can rest until then."

you sigh and pull him closer to your back.

"you too." you roll over him, squeezing him a little, eliciting a surprised groan from him, and bury your head in his chest, pushing him further into the mattress. "i won't let you fall down again." namjoon smiles at how sweet you are half asleep, before sleeping again.

☼ hoseok ┊ yoongi ☼

you wake up to a gentle caress. the skin of your face, neck and shoulders tingle gratefully with the touch.

"what time is it? what day is it? what year is it? where am i? who am i?" you mutter a barrage of questions as you find yourself confronted with hoseok's smile and loving gaze. you usually wake up to this beautiful sight, and each time pushes you into oblivion: only he exists.

"haha, i ask the same question every time i see you two" hoseok giggles, then starts stroking and arranging your hair like you used to do with his.

"shut up!", yoongi groans tiredly, and then, hugging the other boy tighter, he presses a kiss on his shoulder, burying his head in the smaller boy's neck.

"grumpy sleepyhead," you laugh, and crawl closer to them, pushing the blanket a little lower over your body so you can hug more effectively.

yoongi sighs a couple of times and settles in again before kissing you to let you know that he is fine, that everything was fine with the nap, but that he would like to rest.

"another half an hour?" hoseok offers to the man lying behind him.

"one."

"fine, but you'll do the breakfast then" you agree, and greet hobie with a morning kiss.

"hmn." the eldest reaches out his arm to gently caress your waist until your wakefulness wears off.

☼ taehyung ┊ jungkook ☼

in the morning your only wish is to wake up in the arms of your boyfriends. although this is achieved, waking up now is unpleasant because of the noise it causes.

"it can't be true," jungkook mutters angrily, unbelievingly, against the thin skin of your neck, hugging you tighter. he wants to hide behind you, but when the horrible concert refuses to end, he groans crankily.

he sighs contently as he presses the pillow over his head, revealing more of his upper-body artistry: the sharp lines of his shoulders, his biceps and triceps, his abdominal wall thanks to the sliding blanket.

you're not happy about his estrangement, but you accept and understand it, hoping both of you get back to your dreams.

you imagine his chubby cheeks, parted locks and half-open eyes, so that you can go back to sleep, but the activity is precluded by the noise from outside.

"who's the idiot who mows the lawn at 4.30 a.m. on a sunday?" taehyung grumbles to his partners, or rather to you, that he is now half awake, but not in the mood.

"our neighbor, auntie kwon's daughter, who's been grumpy from the first moment she saw us."

"what can i say, she's off to a good start on her first day at her mother's." the eldest clings to you, pulls his body up on the bed and buries his head in the pillow. "i don't think i'll sleep until tonight." he declares that he's given up trying, unlike jungkook, who shows no signs of life except for breathing, so you conclude that his plan worked and he's taking a nap successfully.

"i'll join you," you announce, and kiss him. you're lucky to open your eyes, because it means you get to share in the sight of taehyung's first smile of the day. your heart melts, and only continues to flow as the other pulls the blanket over you to give you a more private kiss.

getting lost in the sound of your kissing and your occasional bursts of laughter, it feels like the lawn mower has been turned down. only you and taehyung exist, this is your own realm under the covers.

but the world will only be complete when jungkook resigns himself to the fact that he can no longer nap and climbs under the blanket, hoping to get some of the innocent love you are showering on each other.

his dreams come true, as taehyung leans over you and greets him with his lips, and you do the same after turning to him. meanwhile, taehyung is kissing your neck with sloppy kisses, and every area he can reach from the top of your pyjamas.

you'll sink into the tender caress: in this loving, sensual atmosphere, there's no room for anything heavy or distracting, neither of your minds focused on the song of the fierce shearing tool, but on each other, on the more precious, priceless spiritual factors.

☼ jimin ┊ yoongi ☼

you prefer to be woken by jimin, because you don't like ringtones, and he wakes the earliest of the three of you, snuggled up to your neck.

"pretty" this is how he starts the process, with little caresses and pecks. he continues to call and caress you until you wake up, embracing him, expressing that you are awake.

"good morning!" you return his many pecks with a kiss, then turn to your other side. if yoongi is not hanging around your waist then usually by morning he is facing the wall.

now it's your turn to wake up. you cover the free skin with your lips, and you're satisfied when the boy whimpers, it's a state of half-sleep.

"love!" you nuzzle against his body, whispering sweetly. you're getting a little chilly, you've pulled the covers off during the night. "chim and i want to cuddle you before breakfast." the boy, as if yoongi sees something of him, nods vigorously.

"hug each other," he murmurs, uninterested in the subject.

"are you trading us for sleep? is that what this is about?" you gasp in indignation, disappointment at his reaction. before you can really believe he's that mean, he flashes a yoongi grin and pulls you into his embrace. a surprised chuckle breaks out from you, and as jimin joins in, the three of you laugh at nothing, at sweet nothingness.

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7ndipity · 2 years

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Masterlist

(Requests are closed, check guidelines)

Multi-stan blog: @lonelystczennie

About/guidelines/wip list

Incorrect Quotes

Guide: 💜-Fluff 🌧-Hurt/Comfort 💥-Angst 🔥-Suggestive 🗯-Crack 🔞-Smut

Ot7

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Spooktober m.list

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Drabbles (non-specific)

Timebomb (request) 💥🌧

Individual Members

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Hoseok

Namjoon

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nanawritesit · 2 years

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BTS Reaction: You Wiping Off Their Kiss As A Joke

Jin:

His mouth fell slightly open as he watched you wipe off his kiss, then he immediately grabbed your shoulders and tugged you back towards him.

“If you’re going to wipe off my kiss, I’ll just give you another one!” he teased, pressing his lips against yours once again.

You looked up at him and smirked, then slowly wiped your lips with the back of your palm.

“Alright, I guess I’ll give you another!” he declared, kissing you once more.

As you raised your hand again, he took ahold of your wrist, stopping you.

“Baby, I assure you, no matter how many times you wipe off my kiss, I’m not letting you go until you take one, so you might as well accept it.” he giggled, pressing his forehead against yours.

“Maybe I want to give you one.” you smirked, grabbing hold of the back of his neck to push your faces together. You kissed him roughly, knocking the breath right out of him.

“You could have just asked…” he chuckled shyly, causing you to squish his blushing cheeks. “But you’re not getting the last laugh.” He suddenly picked you up in his arms and carried you to the couch, making you squeal as he threw you down. He crawled on top of you and attacked your face in kisses, and you desperately tried to push him away. “Stop resisting my love Y/N! You know you want my kisses!”

Suga:

You were both cuddled up together on the couch, watching a funny show and enjoying each other’s company. You declared that you were getting up to get some snacks, and he gave you a kiss before you did so. As you stood up, you rubbed your fingers over your lips cheekily, then tried to scuttle away to the kitchen.

“Hey.” Yoongi grumbled deeply, clearly unamused. You turned around to see him looking at you with a cold glare. He pointed his finger down to his lap, snapping his fingers together at you. You slowly approached him and sat down in front of him, staring at him with a bratty grin. He gingerly placed his hand against your cheek, then leaned down and captured your lips in a deep kiss, moving his mouth against yours over and over as he tangled his fingers up in your hair. He nipped at your bottom lip a bit before pulling back, leaving you breathless. “You gonna keep this one?”

“Uh, yeah, I will.” you stammered, taken aback by his bold display of affection.

“Good.” he smirked, ruffling your hair a bit. “Just had to make sure.”

J-Hope:

“Get back here you brat!” he shouted down the hall as he chased after you, smile still wide on his face. “Don’t make me tickle you again!”

“No, anything but that!” you giggled, dashing into the living room. You had just escaped from him pinning you down on the bed and torturing you with relentless tickles as “punishment” for rejecting his kiss.

You ducked behind the couch, wedging yourself against the wall. He stopped in front of it to catch his breath, resting his hands on his hips and smirking at you. “You brought this on yourself Y/N. If you would’ve just accepted my kiss you wouldn’t be in this predicament.”

“Okay, I’m sorry Hobi!” you pleaded, peaking over the top of the couch. “I’m very sorry, I won’t do it again! Just please, please no more tickling! It’s too much!”

“That’s better.” he told you. He crawled on the couch to face you, resting his palms on the back of it. “Now give me a kiss as retribution.”

You giggled before going up on your tiptoes in your squatting position to give him a soft and loving kiss, pressing your fingertips against his jaw to deepen it a bit. “How was that?” you asked, smiling up at him.

“I think I can forgive you now.” he said, nodding his head. “Now will you please come out from behind the couch so we can get back to the movie?”

RM:

He looked genuinely hurt, and you immediately started to regret fooling around. He furrowed his brow and scratched behind his ear before leaning in and looking into your eyes sincerely. “Y/N did I do something wrong? Are you upset with me?”

“No honey I’m not upset, you haven’t done anything wrong.” you assured him, putting both hands on his cheeks lovingly. An IQ of 148 and he still couldn’t tell when you were joking!

“Then… why would you wipe off my kiss? Was it a bad one? I can try better-“ he immediately put his hands on your shoulders and pulled you in for another kiss, this one much deeper and more passionate. You started laughing in the middle of it, making him even more confused. “Oh god am I that bad of a kisser that you’re making fun of me?” he asked worriedly, starting to panic and think he was the worst boyfriend in the world.

“No Namjoon, you’re totally misinterpreting everything!” you cried out, smiling and plopping your head down on his chest in agony. “I only wiped off your kiss to be funny and get a reaction out of you. Then when you tried to kiss me again it was just too cute. I’m sorry I made you worry.”

“Oh, okay!” he smiled adorably, relief washing over his expression. “I’m just happy I’m not a horrible partner.”

“Are you kidding, you’re the best partner in the world!” you reassured him, giving him a light peck on the lips. “I hope this makes up for the confusion.”

Jimin:

He was actually the first one to wipe your kiss off, catching you off guard while you were eating dinner at his place. You immediately decided that you would get him back on your next date, no matter the cost.

You were both walking back to his apartment after a night of drinking with the boys. Your buzz was giving you plenty of confidence as you walked up the steps to his place. As he reached to his pocket for his keys, you tapped him on the shoulder and held out your arms when he looked over at you.

“Awh, does someone want a hug?” he asked lovingly, wrapping his arms around your waist.

“Mm, I want a bit more than just a hug Jimin.” you chuckled, leaning your head back to give him easy access to your lips.

“Oh really? Does my baby want a kiss then?” he teased, his warm breath blowing against your neck. You nodded, looking up at him with an enticingly dark gaze. He happily obliged and closed the distance between you, moving his lips against yours in a few strokes before pulling back and looking at you adoringly.

You decided that this was the perfect moment. You removed your hand from the back of his neck and reached for your lips, but something stopped you before you could wipe off his kiss. You looked down to see him clutching your wrist, a playful grin on his face. “I wouldn’t do that if I were you.”

“W-Why not?” you stuttered, wondering how he knew what you were planning to do.

“Because sweetheart, you can’t out-do the doer.” he taunted, tilting his head from side to side in a cocky manner. “Now, let’s get you inside. I’ll have to teach you how to be a good brat.”

You realized your tactics backfired as Taehyung threw the blanket off of his lap and got up to leave your shared bed that you were cuddling in.

“No come back, Tae I’m sorry!” you pleaded, reaching out and tugging on his sleeve.

“How dare you reject my kiss.” he sulked, looking at the wall defeatedly. “I thought you loved me?”

“Oh my gosh, of course I love you!” you cried, sitting up to wrap both your arms around his one. “I was just joking!”

“Is that all I am to you, a joke?” he scoffed, turning to face you with a look of betrayal as he clutched his heart with his free hand.

“Man, those acting skills are really coming out today aren’t they…” you sighed, rolling your eyes playfully.

“Well I’m not giving you any more kisses until you apologize.” he huffed. He snapped his head away from you dramatically, and you did your best to contain your laughter.

“I’m very sorry for not appreciating your kiss, Taehyung. I’ll never do such a thing in the future.” you told him sincerely, not being able to help the smile that crept up your lips.

“I forgive you.” he chuckled, breaking his character. He practically jumped back on the bed and pinned you down, then took your lips in another kiss. And this time you kept it, mostly because you couldn’t handle him being such a drama king all over again.

Jungkook:

He dramatically threw himself onto the bed as soon as you were both home, shoving himself entirely under the covers with a heavy sigh.

“Jungkook, I said I was sorry!” you laughed, plopping down next to him to shake his shoulders, which were burried under layers of blankets.

“Don’t talk to me!” he sniffled, shriveling up further into the mattress. “You hurt my feelings!”

“I’m very sorry darling, I didn’t mean to.” you told him, trying your best to sound sincere when this was all clearly a fake scenario. He just wanted to use this moment to his advantage and get you to be all sappy, and you knew it. But that didn’t mean you weren’t going to play along. After all, you had started it knowing how much of a baby he was. “I was only trying to be funny.”

“Well, I didn’t laugh at all.” he huffed out against your pillow. Suddenly he sat up, throwing the blankets off the top of his head and crossing his arms over his chest. “I think I can fix it though.”

“How would you like to try?” you asked him, folding your hands together and leaning forward in anticipation.

He leaned down until his face was mere inches from yours, glancing down at your lips before meeting your gaze. His eyes were dark and sultry as he licked his lips, making you freeze in place. “Kiss me.”

You blinked and gulped a tiny bit, then did as he asked and pressed your lips against his. His arms came up to wrap around your back, warm hands caressing your waist as he dove in deeper. Your hands went up to his hair to give it light squeezes, letting yourself get lost in his touch.

When he finally pulled back, you both shared a small smile before he tucked a strand of hair behind your ear. “Did you enjoy that?”

“Of course I did baby.” you told him.

“Good.” he said flatly. Suddenly he rolled up the sleeve of his black hoodie and wiped his palm over his lips painfully slow, eyes locked on yours with a mischievous glint. Your mouth dropped open before he gave you a devious grin. “Now we’re even.”

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princesslachimolala · 6 months

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The 8th Member of Bangtan💜

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Chapter 4 - The Dance Practice 💥✨🪩

Synopsis: you (y/n 🦊) are the 8th member of bts and are involved in all the fun and banter with the boys as you work on your music and side projects for army

Pairings: platonic! ot7 x gn! reader

Warnings: angst, gossip, slight arguments, discussions of self worth and self doubt

A/n: yn faces off with dance instructor Jung Hoseok and some gossipy staff members in this one… as usual yn is gender neutral so read the honorific’s as they apply to you, also ‘Cha Hwa-young’ is just a random name I plucked off the internet and is in reference to no one with the same name

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6am.

Your alarm was blaring and the echo of Hobi’s words were in your brain.

“Dance practise at 7am”

You rolled out of bed and slipped on the workout outfit you’d planned the night before (something simple yet stylish so on the off chance the staff would film some of the practice for army, you’d look presentable).

Preparing for a comeback was no joke… constant lyric writing, recording and choreography sessions. Anything to make the perfect songs and performance for army.

Today you are all working on the choreo for ‘Dynamite’ which meant excessive sweating and the scrutiny of dance teacher Jung Hoseok.

“I’m gonna miss Hobi today” you said to Jungkook and Jimin, the others having left earlier, leaving the 3 of you to catch up to the studio.

“How? Is he not gonna be there, noona/hyung?” Jungkook asked still sleepy and rubbing his eyes.

“He’ll be there kookie, I just mean he’s gonna be in his serious dance instructor mode today” you explained, expression glum.

“Ah come on dongsaengie, cheer up” Jimin said squishing your mouth into the shape of a smile, “it’s gonna be a fun practice… besides that’s how we get our dances perfect right?”

His arching eyebrows and imploring expression made you nod in agreement… one cup of coffee and you’d be fine.

Or so you thought.

•••

Pulling up to the HYBE building, your phone buzzed.

🐨: heads up guys… there’s a new assistant staff member in today

🐻: she’s pretty

🐱: Tae be professional, she’s only just across the room

All of a sudden, Jungkook and Jimin came to life at the mention of a new, pretty staff member. You were also intrigued but now you were even more nervous.

These days the staff (especially the core staff) didn’t change and rotate that much. Most of the staff that worked closely with you and boys had been working for years, allowing you to become trusted confidants and somewhat friends.

Jungkook could sense your unease as he wrapped his muscly arm around your shoulder and pulled you in for a reassuring hug.

“It’ll be alright noona/hyung”

And boy was he wrong.

The minute you stepped into the rehearsal room the vibe was different.

The boys were huddled in one corner of room rather than spread out, their collective bodies hiding the fact they were talking and giggling with to a new member of staff. The three of you approached the throng and Jungkook cleared his throat to alert his hyungs to your presence.

“Ah, here they all are!” Namjoon greeted you all, parting the group, revealing the dark-haired woman still dressed in her long parka coat.

“Jimin-ssi, Jungkook-ssi, yn-ssi” she said with a low bow.

“This is Cha Hwa-young” Hobi did the introducing with a big smile on his face - he always loved meeting new staff.

The three of you returned the greeting with a short bow.

“Where’s the coffee, Hobah?” you tapped Hobi on the shoulder.

He rolled his shoulder to get your finger off him and turned from his apparently hilarious conversation with Hwa-young to answer you, slightly annoyed expression on his face.

“I don’t know yn, go ask the staff members, I’m sure they’ve did the run already”

It seemed like your prediction was right, Hobi was already annoyed and you hadn’t even begun to dance yet.

Speaking of, dance practise was now running 15 minutes late because the boys were busy getting to know Hwa-young, though you stayed back from the conversation because every time you tried to interject you’d be brushed off or ignored.

What you didn’t notice was that the one youngest and one oldest member were hanging about closer to you than they usually did during dance practice.

“Here dongsaengie” Jin said passing you your cup of hot coffee.

Jin and Jungkook could definitely read you and the staff members better than the rest - in other words they could see you sulking more than usual and the new staff member turning a bit cold towards you compared to how she was buttering up the boys.

“Should we start the rehearsal now Hobi hyung?” Jungkook suggested, making Hobi check his watch with a surprised face.

“Ah yes right! Let’s just pick up from where we left off the last time”

After some stretching, you and the boys took your starting positions and the beat of ‘Dynamite’ rang across the studio. You tried to ignore the glaring look Hwa-young sent you from across the room.

The first run through went well and Hobi seemed pleased with everyone.

“What did you think Hwa-young-ssi?” he asked.

She looked somewhat taken aback but pleased at the direct question.

“It was wonderful, Jhope-ssi!” she complimented with a bow, gaining agreements from the other staff and preening from the group, “though I think yn-ssi stepped on Jungkooks foot? You better watch Jungkook-ssi, your lace is undone now”

Everyone looked at Jungkooks shoe, and of course, his lace was undone.

“Ah I’m sorry Kook! Did I step on your foot?” you rushed down to your knees to help him tie his lace again.

You swore you could here some snickers over at the far side of the wall where the staff was standing.

“Just a little bit noona/hyung… it’s okay it wasn’t sore!” Jungkook sought to reassure you before you fretted.

“It’s okay yn-ie, I’m clumsy all the time” Joon offered you a hand up from the ground with a reassuring smile.

You got up and dusted yourself off, both physically and mentally.

“I’m gonna watch the next run through” Hobi said standing in front of the group, arms folded and concentration evident on his face.

•••

“It wasn’t that bad baby petal” Jin tried to reassure you.

“He was mad at me too, yn-ie” Jimin tuned in.

“He’s not mad, he’s just stressed and wants to get the choreo right,” Yoongi said, sitting down at the lunch table.

The staff came up to you all with water and bowls of lunch (bibimbap from today’s menu) and sat down away from the group.

“Where is hyung anyway?” Jungkook asked.

“He’s reviewing the dance footage” Tae said with a mouthful of seaweed and rice.

“He should come eat soon… I’ll go and get him” Jin stood up.

Suddenly without his broad shoulders shielding you, you felt the eyes of hybe’s cafeteria goers and most unsettlingly, those of the group of staff you knew had been in dance practise with you all. Hwa-young, though, was missing among them.

Jin returned with Hobi in tow. The expression on his face was indecipherable but he didn’t really look up from his bibimbap bowl while he talked.

“We need to tighten up the choreo guys… I know we’ve only just finalised it but we’ve got less than a month left before the company will want to start recording us practice and start recording the music video”

“We’ll get there Hobi hyung” jimin offered hopefully.

“It’s just frustrating Jiminie, I want it all to look perfect as soon as possible, otherwise it gives me anxiety”

“You’re the best dancer here hyung” namjoon offered to the unusually downtrodden man, “it just takes some of us a bit longer”

“I know Joon, I can’t expect perfect from some of you straight away, but I usually expect my dance line to perform well”

The words hung in the air. Everyone knew by that he meant Jungkook, Jimin, Tae and you. And who had been messing up the most all morning? You had.

Sure the hyungs needed a few minutes more of individual coaching from Hobi than the rest and Namjoon in particular could be prone to tripping, but you knew by the look on his face Hobi expected more from his maknaes.

You sat with your head low, hating to disappoint any of your members. You could feel eyes on you and became overcome with the need to escape.

“Sorry oppa/hyung” you mumbled, before standing from your seat, “excuse me”

You walked to the first place you could find to be alone. The bathroom. But before you could round the corner you heard the voice you’d been hearing all afternoon. Hwa-young.

“Poor jhope-ssi, he’s so stressed about the dance… they’re the one that came in late with Jungkook and Jimin… what was their name again?”

“Yn?” the voice of another staff member offered.

“Ah yes, well they’re apparently part of bts dance line but from this morning you’d find that hard to believe” she snickered, followed by a burst of laughter.

Sometimes you hated the labels associated with being an idol. Sure you were part of rapline… that was a given since you rapped all your verses in bts’s songs. But dancing wasn’t always your strong suit. Jimin and Hobi were trained professionals before they joined the bighit label in their pre-debut days. And Jungkook was just naturally talented at things while Tae had his own flare that army ate up during a performance.

You don’t even know why you were proclaimed as part of dance line when you felt like you couldn’t live up to their expertise or talent. And hearing Hobi and the staffs words all but confirmed your doubts.

Maybe… you thought, you’d have to rethink your position in the team. This afternoon you’d been clunky and causing delays. Maybe bangtan would be better without you, you thought.

You couldn’t be noticed by the staff now so you walked to the further away bathroom to get some quiet and clear your head.

You had only been sitting in the bathroom stall for 10 minutes when a text came through.

🐰: noona/hyung… are you okay?

🦊: fine kookie, just in the bathroom

🐰: hyungs say we’re heading back into practice in 5

You gave the message a thumbs up and put you phone back in your pocket. It wasn’t too late to back out, the promos for the Dynamite comeback hadn’t happened yet. They could easily cut your lines or have someone else in rapline re-record them so they wouldn’t go to waste. For now you swallowed those thoughts down and walked back to the practice room.

Jungkook was looking at you with wide boba eyes and Jin looked concerned.

“Everything okay baby petal?”

“Yes oppa/hyung, just a stomach ache”

“Can you still dance?”

He had no idea how hard that question hit but you just painted on a smile and nodded anyway.

Yet again the rest of the boys were oblivious, gathered around Hwa-young and her quickly acquired friends, talking and giggling.

Once you announced yourself, the members got to practising over and over until early evening until Hobi was completely satisfied with the days work. Everyone left the studio with aching muscles but only one member left with a head full of self doubts.

•••

“Jhope-ssi, would you and the group like to come with us to dinner?”

“Ah that would be nice noona,” Hobi turned to the group, “you want food guys?”

Noona? After only one day of getting familiar, you thought.

Everyone nodded, even Jin and Jungkook who could never deny food, probably even from their worst enemy.

“Yn-ssi” Hwa-young addressed you, “you probably won’t want to come along with that upset stomach you talked about having earlier”

Inside you seethed. But really she was right. You didn’t want to be around anyone for any longer today and certainly not her.

“I’ll turn in for the night, see you guys later” though you had no intention of leaving your bedroom to socialise tonight or even answer the door for that matter.

“Alright, it was very nice to meet you” she gave a bow and headed for the cars.

You returned it, but only because she was your elder.

“Noona/hyung, please come with us, we’ll only worry” Jungkook pleaded.

“Really I’ll be fine Kook, go with your hyungs and have fun, it’s been a long day” you chased him.

He looked somewhat forlorn as he walked away with Jin, who turned at the last second and mouthed “you okay?” to you, to which you replied with a nod.

You certainly weren’t okay but you didn’t intend to ruin dinner after being the reason that a dance practice session had soured.

You got a separate car back to the dorms, had your single bowl of ramen (because you knew you’d face the wrath of Jin if you didn’t eat) and headed to bed.

You had a lot to think about and a lot of time to do it before they got home.

•••

A/n: leaving this one on a cliffhanger sorry! will 8th member of bangtan want to stay or will they take some convincing? 🤔 hope you enjoyed some angst (we still love all the boys in this house) but we’ll see a continuation of this storyline in the next fic… then maybe back to some lighter storylines lol 💖

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gyusfavlibra · 1 year

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BED LOVE | KIM TAEHYUNG

Pairings: Kim Taehyung x gn reader!

Warnings: Language, fluff

Word Count: 1.2K

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The dull sun reflected around the boxed room. The light hitting perfectly onto the scenery through the white curtains that did the opposite of keeping it from being too bright.

Soft snores and breaths had filled the room like a home-made vinyl record. The only thing you could hear besides the sprinkling rain drops that had began moments ago. Slapping onto the glass. Which caused such a tedious vibe in the whole house.

You had just awoken, squinting your eyes at the light entering through the window just feet away. Through the thin strip of opened curtain, you could see just a glimpse of greyish clouds. The sky was a mixture of navy blue and somewhat lighter sea blue. You could tell by how the outside still had a shadow to it, the time couldn't have been any later than 6.

It shocked you to know you had awoken at all this early considering how late you went to bed the night before.

You shut your sore orbs as you held a hand over them to rub the fuzziness away. Your system began to adjust as you actually woke up once you stared at the ceiling, groaning internally to yourself that you had to even leave the bed.

Just as you were about to do so, you felt a weight on your stomach practically pulling your body back down onto the mattress.

"Hm, don't go."

You sighed at the male figure beside you. The groggy tact tone in his voice sounding the same as it did every morning. "Taehyung, I have to use the bathroom."

"Hold it."

"No-"

You removed his arm from your body and rolled off the fluffy California King bed. All the space you both had for yourselves and you still slept so close together. Such a comforting touch to your bond.

Your business didn't take long. The whole time you were so distracted by your sleepy boyfriend making groans in the next room. Not loud, but for the time of day, it was as loud as a 100 volumed television.

You washed your hands, drying them with a purple hand towel and exiting the bathroom. You looked over at Taehyung, taking note of his new position. He now laid on his back rather than his side. An arm over his eyes so an elbow was pointed in the air.

Your spot was still wide open. Ready to be filled back with your warmth once again. "Y/n, hurry up. I'm feeling lonely and empty."

"You're like a big baby," you argued while grabbing a hoodie near by. Taehyung's sweater to be specific, placing it on your body. The coolness now hitting your body when moving around.

"I'll be even more of a baby if you don't hurry the hell up and come lay with me."

You groaned. "I'm coming. I'm coming."

Turning on the heat of the house, you shuffled back to the bed. Getting the sudden urge to check the alarm next to your side of the mattress once you returned. You gained a hint of self confidence once you realized you had guessed the time correctly.

Bright green numbers flashed on the little black technology. Only reading 6:13.

You turned to face Taehyung's drowsy body. Rubbing your index finger over his lips, then his chin, and all the way to his neck. Dotting at all his moles and beauty marks you loved the most. Now, just letting your pointer sit there softly. Taehyung enjoyed the graze. Feeling a great comfort in your minor yet soothing touch.

You did every morning. Even now feeling so lucky he'll get his special treatment twice in one day since you had awoken early.

"That feels nice."

You passed a smile even though he wasn't particularly looking at you. You gave a pout at the fact and then used your finger to push his face to look at you. His eyes were still shut.

The sudden feeling of your lips touching his getting a recieve of eye contact in return.

He glanced down at your beautiful but bare face. Admiring your shiny eyes, gorgeous smile, cute rosey cheeks he loved to kiss so much. He flashed the toothy smile millions of people would kill to see on a regular basis like you did.

But Taehyung was glad people didn't. Because to him, you were too special.

So special he felt only you deserved to see his bright adorable smile every single day. At least in the type of state.

Newly awoken, tired, but lovable. You traced his pinky lips with your thumb. Taehyung taking your digit in between his teeth. You giggled softly. The laughter coming out more so at a sigh because of the raspy like tone.

"My finger," you fake pout. Taehyung kisses it in replacement.

"I'm sorry, princess."

You peck the corner of his mouth. Causing that exact corner to lift. Part of his pearly teeth peeking between his lips.

"Can I have your smile?" you asks softly.

"Only if I can have your heart."

You giggled, quietly, you were still pretty dozed. "You already own that."

"I own it?"

"You own it."

Hearing those words made his whole chest tighten with excitement. He wanted to test the waters and go further. "In twenty years from now?"

"You'd still own it-"

"I'd still fucking own it!"

He punched a weak fist into the air like he just began celebrating an world wide accomplishment. You laughed at this and huddled closer to his figure. Taehyung wasted no time tangling your legs together under the large sage comforter.

The cool sheets resting your skin.

Your boyfriend wrapped an arm around you, using his fingers to rub a line up and down your back. You relaxed at this, doing the same to his inner forearm. The touches were pleasing to each other. Enough to make to both of you get to the fast need to fall back asleep.

"I love you, Y/n."

You blushed at this sentence. No matter how times a day he said it, you couldn't help but fluster. It made you feel homey. Belonged.

In Taehyung's arm is where you belonged. Where you'll always wanna be. Now and forever.

You looked into his dark orbs, passing your own sighting back and forth from his eyes to lips. Taehyung noticed this and made the move. He placed him soft lips onto yours. Taking them away for just a second to give another. And another.

You loved the continuous center of joy and affection you always got from Taehyung. It was what made you so close and comfortable. Because you were so open.

You pecked the corner of his lips for the second time since you returned to the bed. Resting your head into his neck. His cheek laying against yours because of such close proximity.

"I love you, Taehyung."

As if the words were a spell, the couple fell back to sleep into each other's arms. Enjoying the airwaves of love that kept you together.

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sweetestofchaos · 2 years

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BTS’ Reactions to...

𝑌𝑜𝑢 𝑠𝑙𝑒𝑒𝑝𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑜𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑐ℎ 𝑎𝑓𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑎 𝑓𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡

Seokjin

Seokjin wasn’t stupid, he knew you were still mad at him from the fight after dinner. The silent treatment was more than enough to get under his skin and while getting ready for his shower, Seokjin could hear you moving around in the bedroom. He rolled his eyes and took a quick shower before he got dressed and walked into the living room.

There on the couch, you had a pile of blankets and pillows to which, Seokjin sighed. He pushed the pile onto the floor and sat right in the middle of the couch, crossing a leg over knee as he waited for you to finishes up with your shower in the guest bathroom. When you finally came into the living room, Seokjin ran a hand through his hair and raised an eyebrow.

“Are we camping out tonight?”

Yoongi

He knew he was in the wrong this time. He didn’t mean to snap at you like that, but he was tired and his shoulder was hurting. Once he finished his shower and took a painkiller, he looked at the bed and frowned when he saw it was still empty. He glanced at the clock and saw that it was a little after midnight. Where were you? Were you still mad at him? Pulling a shirt over his head, he walks out the room and heads into the living room, following the sound of the tv. He doesn’t see your body at first and starts to worry.

Peaking over the back of the couch he sighs and bites his lower lip. You are sound asleep with tears dried on your face and he notices that the shirt your wearing is his. Yoongi’s heart beats painfully in his chest as he stares at you and his fingers twitch. Taking a deep breath, Yoongi heads to the bedroom and gathers up some extra blankets and pillows before he makes his way back into the living room. He quietly sets up a spot for himself on the floor next to the couch and covers your body with a blanket. He lays on the floor and reaches up, grabbing hold of your hand that is hanging off the couch.

He laces your fingers together and blinks back tears, “You know I can’t sleep without you.”

Namjoon

He didn’t mean to start a fight. Honestly, he was trying to be funny, but it was a joke with poor taste. He knew you had every right to be angry. But he refused to go to bed without making up. Slipping his robe over his shoulders, Namjoon walked into the living room, thinking that you were in the kitchen and he was taken back to see you crying curled up on the couch that was made up with blankets and pillows. His heart squeezed tightly in his chest, he did that to you...

Sighing, he walks over to the couch and scoops you into his arms before he sits down with you in his lap. He kisses away your tears and holds you tightly. It didn’t register just how much this fight hurt you.

“Will you please come to bed, love? I’m so sorry for hurting you.”

Hoseok

The couch? Really? He was beside himself, he couldn’t believe that you would choose such a lonely option for sleep. He watched you from the shadows as you made up the couch and settled down for the night. Running his tongue behind his lips, he narrowed his eyes and stepped into the living room, walking right over to the couch. He grabbed your ankles and lifted them up before he plopped himself down and rested your feet in his lap.

You tried to pull your feet away, but Hoseok was having none of that. He was quick to grab your foot and work his fingers into your soles. Your body tensed before it slowly started to relax and he smirked.

“After this, we’re going to bed...in our bed.”

Jimin

His attitude did him in this time. It wasn’t what he said, but how he said it and he knew that tonight he was in trouble. The look that crossed your face made he walk away from the fight. He needed some fresh air and it helped that he vented to one of his friends about the fight. They helped him see his mistake and when he came back inside to apologize, his eyes widened. W-why were you on the couch? W-were you really going to sleep on the couch?

Jimin quickly got ready for the night and rushed to the living room. He jumped onto the couch and wrapped his arms around your middle while he apologized for being so stupid. He buried his face in you chest and refused to move until you agreed to come to bed.

“Y/N, come to bed. Babe, I will keep you up all night if you don’t come to bed with me.”

Taehyung

Totally devastated, but also high-key annoyed that you even thought he would allow for you to go to bed without him; on the couch nonetheless. He knew you were still pissed, but that didn’t matter. He made it part of his lifestyle to never go to bed angry at you and he hasn’t broken that yet. Tonight wouldn’t be any different.

He watched you from out on the balcony as he puffed away on his vape, thinking of how he could squeeze onto the couch with you since you decided to lay all types of crazy, leaving no room for him...just Tannie. Wow, the nerve. The moment you got up to get yourself a glass of water, Taehyung made his move. When you came back, he was sprawled out and made a big show of stretching before he forced a yawn.

“Ashii....wouldn’t it be more comfortable in our large bed that made to sleep on, together??”

Jungkook

The fight had been petty, it was something so small that got blown out of the water. Did he feel bad? Yes. Did he want to make up? Yes. Did he know how? Nope. While you took your time getting ready for bed, he made himself a late night snack to try and help himself think of how he could fix this before lights out. He picked his head up at the sound of you returning to the living room and when he saw the pillow in your hand, he froze. Did you expect him to sleep on the couch? Bam would keep him up all night!

Jungkook’s eyes widened when he saw you set up the couch and lay down. Oh, no. No. No. Nope...this wasn’t happening. He set his half finished bowel of cercal in the sink and rushed over the couch grabbing your hand and pulling you onto your feet. He stared at you with a pout on his lips and wide eyes. His silent plea for forgiveness was so loud and you tried not to give him. He felt the way your heart was beating in your chest and leaned in slowly not once taking his eyes off your parted lips.

“Kiss me, if I’m forgiven.”

#bts reactions #bts yoongi #bts namjoon #bts jungkook #bts taehyung #bts jhope #bts jimin #bts jin #soc bts #bts x gender neutral reader

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male-reader-haven · 1 year

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Sick in Bed (BTS Imagine)

BTS react to their boyfriend being bed-ridden sick (maknae line)

Tags: gender neutral, wholesome

Warnings: none

Here is part 2! Give me some suggestions for imagines/short stories for more!!!

Jimin

Jimin would genuinely be worried about you. Since he in general is an affectionate person and touchy, he would constantly be near you, hugging you and keeping you warm. He would want to make sure you feel loved and safe and would gladly sit with you, watching over your shoulder as you both scroll through tiktok and pass the time.

"Stay close to me and I will chase the sickness away! I'm right here for you, lets just cuddle and heal together, okay cutie?"

Taehyung

Tae is the kind of boyfriend to be clingy and cuddly, even when you are sick. He will constantly visit your room just to check up on you and be nosy. He may be annoying at times you want to be alone, but you love him anyways. Expect to have him smother you with affection!

"Oh, are you sleeping? Feeling any better? It's lonely by myself, can I just sleep in here with you?"

Jungkook

JK is all about rehab and helping you get healthy as fast as possible. He will make sure you eat what you need to, get enough sleep and sunlight, and altogether make sure you are taken care of. He pushes you to work to get better, but is still gentle and caring. He just wants you to be your best self!

"How's my baby today? How about we get up and go for a walk in the sun and fresh air? I'll hold your hand and hug you if you get cold, c'mon, it will be good for you."

Send me suggestions on what to write next! ~<3

--Masterlist--

#bts x reader #bts imagines #bts fanfic #bts army #bts smut #bts #jungkook #jimin #taehyung #bts x male reader #bts x gender neutral reader #bts x gn reader

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loverforfandoms · 2 years

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Huum-bts

Summary:your the 8th member and you change you hair

Everyone new the social media bts ,drake, Joe Biden, everyone knew you were changing your hair it was even trending and you wanted your bandmates to be the first to see it

Wow jimin said everyone else hummed in satisfaction of your new hair it was a new you it was different "wow y/n now your a 100/10" why thank you I got my inspiration from you babe you said

#bts x black reader #bts ambw #bts x black girl #jin x reader #bts headcanons #bts imagines #taehyung x reader #jimin fanfic #jimin x reader #jin x y/n #jungkook x gender neutral reader

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spiceofvy · 3 months

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hey how about a nsfw reader that is mostly lazy in bed featuring BTS maknae line?

BTS Maknae Line - Reader is lazy in bed

cws: gender neutral reader, nsfw, bottom reader

Jimin: You know the "They were both bottoms!" Meme? This is the two of you just being a bit lazy in bed. So there will be a ton of slow cuddly sex. Laying together enjoying being close. With as little movement as possible. Except when he just came down from the stage, high off adrenaline, this is when he has the energy to fuck you into the mattress until you see stars.

Taehyung: Doesn't care, pleases you nonetheless. Likes seeing you under him looking up at him with hazy lust-filled eyes begging him for more. Sometimes wants you on top of him, riding him instead. Just to watch you getting whiny and complain about having to do all the work. When all you want is to lay back down on the bed enjoying the moment.

Jungkook: Doesn't mind. Fucks you until you see stars anyway. He has enough energy for the two of you. Feel free to starfish on him, he will still find it enjoyable. Would also sometimes put you on top of him, but lifts you at your hips and thrust into you from the bottom, leaving you in the air, taking everything he gives you.

#smut #kpop smut #x reader #headcanon #bts smut #bts #jimin #jimin x reader #v #taehyung #v x reader #taehyung x reader #jungkook #jungkook x reader #bts headcanon #gender neutral reader #kpop x reader #maknae line #maknae line x reader

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woncon · 6 months

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Flufftober Day 18

"Did you plan for this to happen?"

🎃 taehyung x gn!reader

🎃 special thanks to @honeytwo for helping me translate this into english, correcting my grammar and other mistakes. thank you for everything! °♡̷•.

🎃 flufftober masterlist | main masterlist

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"Did you plan for this to happen?"

"What do you mean?" You innocently tinker away to smooth out the sofa's wrinkles. "I didn't ask the heavens to make it rain. But I did turn on the TV, and I did open that wine. Come here!" You pat the seat next to you.

Taehyung, still in his suit, sighs in relief and takes a seat. Your fingers immediately find his shoulders, probing the nerve clusters.

"Shall I massage you?"

The man hums, and then, as your hands go to work, he moans gratefully.

"Oh, please, marry me!"

"Sooner or later, honey." You kiss the top of his head with a smile.

flufftober taglist (send an ask! <3)

@jaeheekangslover

@haechansbbg

#fluff #gender neutral y/n #flufftober 2023 #flufftober #day 18 #bts fluff #bts x reader #bts x army #bts x y/n #bts x you #bts x gn reader #bts x gender neutral reader #bts taehyung x reader #taehyung x reader #taehyung x you #taehyung x y/n #taehyung fluff #bts v

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miscelunaaa · 2 years

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engorged | kth

pairing: taehyung x reader (gender neutral! no use of gendered pronouns!)

genre: fluff, lil bit of crack, established relationship au

rating: 18+ because I said so. If extraction vids are age blocked on YouTube then so is this.

word count: 831

summary: You and Taehyung get along better than you could have ever imagined, but all bets are off when you have a disagreement about a “friend” who makes a surprise visit. On his face.

warnings: Strong language. Pimple popping, luridly described. Melodramatics. Popping zits is an art and Taehyung doesn’t get it. Mention of blood but no bleeding occursssss. Cleanliness overkill?? Practice safe extraction, kids.

notes: This really popped (heh) up out of nowhere! I sat down to join a sprint and realized I didn’t know what I wanted to work on and I rolled a d20 about it, and just counted back in my idea file and this is what the universe saw fit for me to work on! Note that this is actually an idea that came from the Fic Title Prompt game I did back in April, so you can blame the title on @minttangerines! But the idea actually came up when @illneverrecover and I were talking about something regarding pimples and BTS?? Maybe who was most likely to enjoy popping them?? I can’t remember, but I hope y’all enjoy this, as @thatlongspringnight described it, “delightfully unhinged” fic

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Taehyung is protective of so little in his life, and for the most part, they’re all things that really and truly do matter. There are, however, some disagreements you have as a couple. This one is more infuriating than most.

“Tae, it’s kind of bothering me. And it’s definitely bothering you! It’ll take like two seconds and it’ll stop hurting!”

“nO HE IS MY FRIEND LEAVE HIM ALONE.”

You sigh, and pinch the bridge of your nose.

“You’ve been complaining about your ‘friend’ for the past hour. Something about feeling your pulse in your nose? Does that ring a bell?”

His lips flatten into a line, which is about the closest you’ll get to an actual frown while he’s still in a good mood. He knows you’re right. This pimple’s just enormous, and it’s right in the crease between his nostril and his cheek. It’s fall and he’s been sniffly; every time he blows his nose he winces, and it’s not just because there’s only so much he can do about the congestion.

“Exactly. Just let me pop it. Two q-tips, I’ll even wear gloves. It’s got a head and everything and it’ll hurt for a sec and then feel better.”

Taehyung knows you like popping zits almost more than anything. Some people text their partners about cool clouds they see. Others maybe mention that they slept really well or had a really satisfying bowel movement if they’re really comfortable with each other. But no, you’re his worst nightmare; you love popping zits, and have texted him more than once saying “i popped a zit :].”

Some might think it’s cute, but he thinks it’s horrifying. The chance for infection and scarring alone is reason to not touch them, but the pain of the process is just too much for him as well. Then again, this one just aches so much. He can’t even touch it without flinching. Maybe he should just let you do it? You look so cute when you’re this excited, even if you also look a touch unhinged.

“Alright. Fine. But you’re wearing a mask too, and putting a little ointment on it after too. With—" He grabs your hand before you gleefully retreat to get your supplies. “Let me finish! Ointment goes on with a clean q-tip, okay?”

“Fine, whatever! I’ll bring the whole pack!”

You’re gone for seconds, coming back laden with boxes of the requires supplies.

“The finest of nitrile gloves, for the finest of faces, my liege,” you say haughtily. “And only the finest of q-tips. The softest cotton of dubious origin, for you and only you.”

You realize too late that you’ve put the gloves on before you put on the spare surgical mask, and you look at him with a pout. Already he found your sarcasm annoyingly cute, but now it’s cutely irritating to watch as you look between him and the mask on the table next to you.

“Fine, you weirdo, hold still and I’ll put it on for you,” he chuckles, trying to seem put out. Some part of him is enjoying this, he thinks, but it’s the part of him that likes teasing you without mercy. To be fair, that’s a very big part of him, so in a way, this is just another day for the two of you.

As soon as the mask is hooked around your ears, you close your eyes and take a deep breath. “Alright, focus. Zit-popping time.”

“Please be gentle with me, doctor,” Tae teases, but the light leaves his eyes when he realizes the moment is rapidly approaching.

“Fear not, my darling, it’ll all be over soon.” You place the ends of your q-tips on either side of the angry, engorged whitehead. “Any last words for your friend?”

“I hardly got to know you, Byeol. I’m sorry we didn’t have more time,” he says softly. You almost believe he’s sad, which feels very strange considering that, well, it’s a throbbing monstrosity of a pimple and not actually a dear friend.

“Is this the part where I start reciting that one poem from Interstellar?”

“BABE JUST POP THE FUCKING THING.”

It happens almost in slow motion, but you do it with such prowess that you feel the tiny pop with each of your five senses, every synapse firing at full speed. As the little dermatological volcano finally blows, you feel your mouth water with sweet, sweet release.

“Ow.” And of course, your partner has to ruin it immediately by like, feeling pain or whatever.

You press a little more, making sure to clear out any of remaining pus without making the blemish bleed, then clean the area gently with a fresh swab. Finally, you go in with some healing ointment, just to help protect everything. After the initial pop, Tae suffers in silence.

“How does it feel, babe?”

“Better,” he grumbles. “Satisfied?”

“It’s almost better than an orgasm, like I can’t even lie about it.”

“You’re so gross.”

“Yeah, but I’m your gross.”

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posted: 6.6.2022

#btshoneyhive #taehyung fic #taehyung fanfic #taehyung fanfiction #taehyung x reader #kth fic #kth fan fic #kth x reader #gender neutral reader #idk what to tag this if I'm being honest #um #kth fluff #a zit was definitely harmed in the making of this fic

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taesap · 1 year

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Him as your best friend’s brother; Kim Taehyung

Pairing; Taehyung x Gender Neutral! reader

Warning; deaths, car accidents

Genre; sad angst (as per usual)

-@taesap

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a/n: i seem to be getting a little rusty and i’m also unable to write as much as i want to (ignoring the fact that i abandoned this account for months) anyways, here’s this short little fic that’s totally not sad or heartbreaking and has a happy ending /sarc

Your P.O.V

You found yourself plopped on your bed with a book in hand. All of a sudden you feel the book being snatched out of your hand, catching you off guard.

Your eyes adjust to your atmosphere and you see your best friend’s brother holding your book. “Give it back” you murmur. “Do you read such absurd romance books?” Taehyung chuckled. “Yeah and what about it?” you glared at him attempting to take the book away from him. He held the book out of your reach.

“I’ve read this one,” he said, staring at the cover. His grip loosened around the book, you glanced at it gingerly held between his fingers and grabbed it. Your fingers wrapping around the publication, your fingers gently, momentarily, brushing against his. “I thought you don’t read romance books?” you said, finally getting a hold of your book. “I don't, Lia does. Do you want to know what happens?”

You sit on your bed once more and look at him, his eyes meeting yours. “No, Taehyung, I'm reading it to see what happens” you diverted your eyes back to your book and he started to exit your room. “Suit yourself, I was just saving you some time” he whistled as he went out the door.

You started reading your book again, relieved to finally have gotten rid of all distractions. However, to your dismay, a few minutes later, Taehyung returned. “They both die at the end,” he said, his grin intact looking as though butter wouldn’t melt in his mouth. “Why do they always die at the end?” You groaned.

You threw a pillow at him in annoyance “What’s wrong with you?” He hurried out the room, with you chasing behind. He sprinted as fast he could in an attempt to get away from you. However, in vain, he bummed into a wall and you eventually cornered him and initiated an attack, your fist reaching up to his face. His reflexes worked quicker and he grabbed your wrist “I was only trying to help you, why are you attacking me?” He said, his eyes meeting yours, your hand in his and for the slightest moment, for the first time ever, you felt something curious.

3 weeks later

After much persuasion, you agreed to meet Taehyung. You slowly started to develop feelings past the storybook incident and acknowledged them. You were seated parallel to him in his car, willing to be whisked away to a place that would be much more breathtaking in his presence.

He started the engine and raced across the street. “What made you agree to see me?” he asked, smirking at you. “I don’t know, I thought an idiot should be given time in the spotlight, no?” He chuckled as he gazed at you.

“I’m sorry for being a prick at times.” “You should be” you chortled as he continued with his confession. “No, I’m being serious. I like you, and I hope you reciprocate,” he said as he attempted to reach for your hand, delicately grasping it and intertwining his fingers with yours.

He moved closer, your faces inches apart when lights flashed in front of your car, blinding you. “Taehyung, look out!” you shouted but it was too late. The vehicle collided with yours causing it to overturn. You felt the air escape your lungs as your body howled in pain. You turned to look at Taehyung’s battered body, your hands still intertwined, his beautiful face covered with blood. The sight frightened you, caused your stomach to churn and briefly made you forget your own agony after witnessing his. “I… like you too” you muttered, your voice frail.

Sometimes I wonder, why do they always die at the end?

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94z-93 · 1 year

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Dumdass (Jimin X Reader)

I promise I'm going to try to post regularly. Maybe every Thursday.

Warnings: None. A little fluff and angst if anything.

The bass flowed through the wood floors of the home. On each down beat, the people in the home could feel the pulse in their feet as they danced to the rhythm. This was only your second house party as a college junior, and just like the first time you could tell right off the bat that this was not your element. The same could not be said of your two best friends.

Jimin and Taehyung both attended the same performing arts high school as you—all for different disciplines, of course. Where Jimin exceled in dance, Taehyung was an expert singer, and you were a great composer with your primary instrument being the piano. During freshman year your high school had believed that it would be good to mesh people from different departments together for the year-end final.

Three months later, after creating an original song with lyrics and a dance routine that encompassed all of your strengths, the three of you had become close friends, and every year after you worked together on the year-end project. Several years later you were inseparable, all attending S University working towards Bachelor degrees in the fine arts.

Now, standing in the darkest corner of the room, you sipped not too slowly on a fruity drink that you were 95% sure someone spiked. This was only after you started to notice that you could barely make out the separate bodies on the dance floor. Correction, you could make out one body, actually. What that person was doing (pressing his body tighter against a smaller girl as she grinded back to the beat) was enough to make you down your drink faster.

“If you’re so upset, why don’t you tell him how you feel?” a voice asked in your ear, deep, soothing, and so obviously Taehyung’s. You jumped slightly at the sudden voice even though you did recognize who it was (damn liquor made you do weird things once it finally caught up with you), and he chuckled lightly, pulling you closer by the shoulder.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, Taehyungie.” You leaned your head back on his shoulder, shaking your empty cup in hopes that more woud appear. Damn Taehyung and his perceptive abilities. You could never really keep a lie from him, but you didn’t plan on telling him anytime soon about the small, maybe-crush on your other best friend. “Besides.”

“’Sides, what? Why can’t you talk to him; he’s your friend.”

“But I don’t just want to be friends,” well there goes your secret. (Damn alcoholic beverage. Damn fucking party.) You might as well finish now. “I want to be out there dancing with him. I want to go home with him at the end of the night. Taehyungie, I want to love him. Is that too much to ask for?”

“’Course not,” Your best friend kissed your temple, hugging you closer to his chest. You turned your face to nuzzle into his chest. You were just ready to go home before a flood of tears overtook your face, so you tell him. “Okay, just stay right here.”

You nod and lean back against the wall, no longer having the strength to keep yourself up on your own and hold back tears.

“___?” a voice called you back to your (terribly, horribly, drunk) senses. Another voice that, even drunk off your feet, you could make out in the darkness after three years of constantly talking to each other. “___, are you okay? Taehyung said you weren’t feeling well.”

“Jiminie, I’m drunk,” you whined, reaching a hand out in front of yourself to try to catch a hold of the muscle shirt he had on, your hand sliding down his chest and failing to grip the material and landing lower. Your fingers grip hold of his low-riding jeans, the very edge of your wrist bumping against his crotch.

It might not have been much of a touch, but it was enough to make Jimin to gasp at the feeling, startling you and sending you falling back into the wall. You slumped down the wall, hoping for the wall to swallow you up. No such luck, of course, though you continued to slide down the wall slowly causing Jimin to swoop in and lift you back into a semi-standing position, most of your weight leaning into his right side.

Somehow, the two of you made it out of the house without too much trouble. You did try to move away from Jimin to show him that you could walk on your own, but that did nothing but cause you to tumble into a group of boys. (You’re positive one of them tried to feel you up, and had you been a little less drunk you might have turned around and smacked him one good time.) After that, Jimin didn’t let either of his hands off of you until the two of you made it to a bench back on campus.

“Are you feeling a little better? Do you need to throw up,” Jimin said standing over you, worrying his bottom lip. It would have been cute had your head not been spinning and you could properly see the short boy. “Why would you even get this drunk? I knew we shouldn’t have brought you here, but ‘no’, Taehyung said. ‘It’ll be good for you.’ If he wasn’t going to watch out for you why would he even drag you along?”

You wanted to laugh at the boy. Giggle at his pacing back and forth, but that would probably just make him more frustrated, so you tried to defuse the situation before Taehyung ended up on the missing persons list.

“I had a lot of things on my mind,” you shrugged. “I wasn’t watching how much I was drinking. Don’t kill Taehyungie for that.”

“What could you possibly be thinking about that would make you drink so much?” Jimin asked, taking a seat next to you. Biting your lip, you tried to think of a way out of the situation you just put yourself in. If Taehyung could tell when you’re lying, Jimin wouldn’t rest until he found out some kind of truth.

“How do you,” you paused, putting your words together. “When you like someone, what do you do, Jimin? Like do you tell them or wait until they tell you? I’m confused about what I should do.”

Jimin sat quietly for a while looking at his hands and you just wanted to reach out for them. To hold them in your hands, kiss the palms, and slip your fingers in between them for as long as you can. Just as you were trying to figure out if doing all of those things could be considered platonic, Jimin let out a loud sigh.

“Personally, when I like someone I don’t say anything until I’m sure they like me back. It’s really hard ‘cause sometimes they’re really confusing. Flirting with me and stuff, you know, but other times I can see that they are the same way with other people. Sometimes even nicer and touchy with them, and, believe it or not, I get jealous. Like, I know the person is great, and would make a good partner for the person I like, but I just-"

Jimin paused looking confused about what to say next, until he turns towards you, face set in a form of determination you had never seen before. “___, take it from me. Do it. Just tell Tae how you feel. He’s a great guy, you know that, and you shouldn’t let your fears hold you back. If not for yourself, then for me. I rather you be with someone like Tae if I can’t be with you.”

Your head tilted to the left trying to understand the words that came out of your friend’s mouth but you were stuck on the first few sentences. “Tae?”

“Yes, Tae. You don’t have to hide it anymore. I know you like Taehyung.”

“Jimin are you stupid,” you said in a monotone voice. “I like you, dumbass.”

#writblr #Rated E for everyone #taehyung #jimin #bts fluff #bts senarios #fluff #bts x reader #bangtan #bts angst #bts fanfction #kpop fanfiction #fanfic #gender neutral y/n

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princesslachimolala · 5 months

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The Bangtan GC 📱

3. Who’s your bias? 🤔

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Synopsis: you (yn 🦊) are in a members-only group chat with BTS 💜

Pairings: platonic! ot7 x gn! reader

Warnings: slight angst

A/n: reader is gn (gender neutral) so read honorific’s as they apply to you, just my interpretation of who I think would bias who in this 8th member fic world, just meant to be fun not serious at all! Enjoy!

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🦊: I’m bored someone entertain me

🐻: can you not just leave your room and talk to us? we’re literally right next door?

🦊: but what’s the fun in that? then we can have these texts forever till we’re old and grey🥰

🐹: speak for yourself baby petal I may be getting old but I’m aging like fine wine 🍷

🐨: no one says that about themselves Jin hyung…

🐱: Jin hyung does

🐿: want me to spam the gc with old pictures of us yn-ie? we can reminisce the trainee days…😄

🐥: don’t dare Hobi hyung!! I don’t wanna to see my old hair…

🐰: I second that…

🦊: ughhhhhh

🐰: I felt that in my soul

🐥: ooh I have a fun question

🐱: ??

🐥: it has all the ingredients to properly entertain yn-ie… suspense, intrigue, drama…

🦊: oohh what’s the question minnie??

🐥: oh wouldn’t you like to know

🐰: they just said they did hyung?!

🐻: I want to know Minnie!!!! Ask me!!!!

🐥: if we each were part of army… who would be our bias?

🐨: oh here we go…

🐹: I’d bias myself

🐰: you can’t bias yourself hyung

🐹: that wasn’t a rule kookie

🦊: cmon oppa/hyung we know you’d be a joonie bias

🐥: hmm I think Jin hyung would be a yn bias

🐱: of course he would be

🐰: Yoongi hyung would also be a yn bias… maybe I am too

🦊: don’t be so dramatic guys, we all know Yoongi is a jimin bias

🦊: and kookie you’re 100% a namjoon bias, be so for real…

🐰: why you gotta out me like that

🐿: you don’t keep it quiet koo hahahaha

🐰: Hobi hyung is such a jimin bias too

🐥: he gives Jungkook bias vibes too though

🐻: who’s biasing me?😅

🐥: who do you think Tae? Me and yn obvs…

🐨: did you just admit Tae is your favourite Jimin?

🐻: wow thanks minnie🥹

🐻: feeling the love just waiting for my little one to admit it now

🦊: hope your not talking about me

🐻: who else is my little one? Jk is literally taller than me…

🦊: I would be an ot8 guys sorry, couldn��t pick

🐿: aw yn-ie that’s such a boring answer ✋🏻

🦊: Hobi!!!😭

🐿: I mean it’s sweet but… where’s the drama??

🐰: noona/hyung, you are kinda screaming Tae bias but also Jin bias??

🦊: but I love you all😭

🐱: wow a confession

🐨: we love you too baby petal🫶🏻

🐹: yah just accept your Jin bias status baby petal

🦊: but you don’t even bias me back oppa/hyung…

🐹: I did neither confirm nor deny little one

🦊: so that’s a yes?

🐹: …

🐹: it’s not a no…

🐿: AH-HA JIN HYUNG IS AN YN BIAS

🐱: okay so yn is a Jin bias, Jin is a yn bias, Tae and Minnie are obvs each other’s bias, Kook is a Joon bias… does that mean Joon is a kook bias?

🐨: I would bias the golden maknae for sure

🐰: sobbing

🐨: can you sob over my plants they need more watering?

🦊: Yoongi oppa/hyung you kinda give Hobi bias vibes

🐱: I’ll take that

🐿: thank you hyunggggg

🐿: I’ll bias you back hyung!!!

🐥: wow we’re all being so wholesome, this is not the drama I expected?

🦊: now let’s decide bias wreckers 😈

🐱: 🤦🏻

🐻: I’m a yn bias wrecker… there I said it

🦊: omg I was gonna say the same thing Tae 🥹

🐻: that you bias wreck yourself?

🦊: no- you, silly 🙄

🐻: ah- well thank you 🙄

🦊: you’re welcome 🙄

🐻: you’re stinky 🙄

🦊: back at your bro 🙄

🐻: double back at you, second brightest light in my life 🙄

🦊: wow- heartfelt or what 🙄

🐻: what?

🦊: what?

🐻: I asked you what

🦊: but I’m confused

🐻: it couldn’t be a simpler question

🐨: are yous gonna be a while or?

🐥: I love watching my babies argue 🥹

🐰: I hate watching my noona and hyung/hyungs argue 😔

🐱: we’ve reached chaos again

🐿: I’m gonna admit I’m a jimin bias wrecker hahahah

🐥: awww hyung!!! I’m a Hobi bias wrecker fr!!!

🐰: but I want Hobi as my bias wrecker 😔

🐥: you can still have him koo, there’s plenty of sunshine to go around…

🐱: I might be a Jin bias wrecker if we had to pick…

🐹: I’m a jk bias wrecker and proud

🦊: joonie?

🐨: uh- Suga hyung I guess

🦊: you okay joonie?

🐨: all fine, yn-ie

🐻: no bc no one picked Joon bias wrecker!!

🐻: sorry hyung!! I’ll bias wreck you!!

🐰: that means yn noona/hyung isn’t bias wrecked🥹

🦊: aw it’s just a game guys

🐰: but it’s not fair 😪

🐨: hyung’s okay koo, I just got in my head

🦊: aw joonie 🥺

🐱: we’re all undercover rap monster stans anyways

🐥: BIAS THE LEADER

🐰: NAMJOON IS MY PRESIDENT

🐻: NAMJOON IS MY KING

🦊: NAMJOONING IS MY LIFESTYLE

🐿: awwww look at all your dongsaengie’s joonie 🫶🏻

🐨: thanks guys

🐥: that conversation got more sentimental that I thought wow

🐹: ig we’re all ot8 army’s anyway right

🐿: yes yes 🫶🏻🫶🏻

🐰: I bias you all fr

🐱: this is so cheesy

🐱: but fr I love you all we’re tied by the red string of fate anyway

🐨: hyung- your obsessed with this red string of fate

🐱: because it’s true

🦊: thanks for entertaining me guys I’m sleepy now, goodnight!

🐰: noona/hyung! You can’t just dip like that it’s too early! Come play games with us in the game room🥺

🐥: we’re playing Fall Guys yn-ie 😏✋🏻

🐻: and I have snacks…

🐿: I’m coming to supervise

🐹: me too

🐨: coming too!

🐱: fine I’m omw…

🦊: say no more… it’s game night!! hehehe

🐰: hurry noona/hyung, Tae just stole player one from me🥺

🦊: Tae…

🐻: kookie always gets player one but✋🏻

🦊: I’m coming to sort this out…

🐥: yay ot8 game night!!!

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A/n: I have no idea if this made sense or how to end this text thread but it preludes the next proper 8th member fic… it’s game night with Bangtan🫶🏻 hope you thought it was fun!

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