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exoticarmy127 · 4 years

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Could you please do a the same Hobi and Yoongi reaction (the one where there s/o is told they're a hindrance to the boy's career) but for the other members ? And please don't put it under a cut even if it's long. I normally read from mobile and tumblr effs it up every time. Thank you ! You're writing is amazing btw.

I guess it’s just Jin and Namjoon left :)

J-Hope and Suga

Jungkook

V and Jimin

Jin

Jin wasn’t sure where the fight started. At one moment, the two of you were just talking and the next… you were both exploding volcanoes.

But nothing prepared him for those frightening words, rendering him speechless and immobile:

“Maybe we should just end this!” You shouted at the height of your argument and it was enough to stop Jin from retaliating, your painful words piercing through him like a knife.

As you turn to walk away, he immediately stops you, holding onto your arm to make you face him again. “Y/N… h-hey, y-you don’t mean that.” He stutters and guilt presses down on you instantly for being the reason behind the look of fear on his face.

“I don’t know, Seokjin.” You sigh, eyes glassy from the heat of the fight. You only ever called him that when you were serious, which scared him. “You tell me.”

“What does that mean?” He huffs. “Of course I don’t want that. Ending this is the last thing…no, it’s not even an option.”

You remain silent at that and Jin’s hand move from your arm to your hand, squeezing it once.

“Or is it just me? Are you…” he swallows. “Giving up on me? On us?”

You press your lips in a thin line and look away; the pain on his face too hard to bear. “I don’t know. I don’t know anymore, Jin. The world seem to be so against us that even we, ourselves, are turning from each other.”

“We fight, yes. But don’t all couples do? It’s normal.” He reasons. “But we don’t just give up. We talk about it.” You bite your lip at that and Jin immediately catches it. “Something’s wrong. Tell me.”

You take a deep breath, thinking if you should… “Please, Y/N.” He pleads and you sigh, relenting.

“Why are you even with me?” You murmur and yet those quiet words echoed through Jin’s brain, causing him to rattle in surprise.

“What do you mean? I’m with you because you’re my girlfriend, because I love you.”

“People say I’m only dragging you down. They often say how a global star like Kim Seokjin can do better than be with someone like me…a nobody.” You look at him with tears pooling in your eyes. “They say I’m hindering you from having a successful career and I don’t want that Jin. I want what’s best for you.”

“And you think what’s best for me is to not have you in my life?” He asks and you nod, which only breaks his heart.

“If you truly knew me…loved me… you should know that having a successful and massive career isn’t what I’m after when I entered this business. I work hard to become who I am not for the fame but because I love doing it. I’m passionate about it. I love performing, singing, making people happy… I don’t care about the titles. I care about making my fans and myself happy.”

You look down, wiping your tears away as he continued. “You should also know that being with you makes me the happiest man I could ever be. I thought performing made me happy…but with you? It’s different… Almost euphoric.”

You feel a hand on your chin as Jin tips it upward so you can face him. “So tell me, Y/N. If you took away that happiness, would that be best for me?”

It was then that you broke down, shaking your head as the tears poured out of you. Jin pulls you into his arms, murmuring sorry’s and I love you’s which you returned, fervently.

“The world can suck it. What matters is we make each other happy, okay?”

“Okay.”

“You and me against the world, Y/N.”

No matter what, you smile. “You and me.”

“We need to talk.”

Namjoon has never read a more frightening statement. He read the text the moment he landed back in Seoul after being in the US for almost a month. He hasn’t seen you in weeks and all he wanted to do was surprise you but you ended up surprising him with that text instead.

He replies a quick “sure” and asks where to meet. The words were calm, almost nonchalant on the screen, but Namjoon was panicking. Nothing good ever comes about with those four words.

Waiting for you to arrive at his studio was agony. Namjoon couldn’t keep his leg from jumping, his hand shakes slightly that he could barely work his computer, and the music in the background isn’t doing its job of calming his nerves.

Knock. Knock.

He whips his head towards the door and sees a shadow there. It’s you. He stands up, takes a deep breath, and opens the door.

Namjoon could remember the first time he ever saw you: in a museum, wearing a yellow shirt and jeans, standing in front of an art piece. He wasn’t sure what came over him that day that he was able to approach you and make conversation…but he did. And it was one of the best days of his life.

He swallows hard at the sight of you now: wearing the same shirt and a soft smile. Namjoon thinks how the world could be so cruel as for you to wear the same yellow shirt you entered into–and apparently will leave his life in.

“Hey.” You say. “Can I come in?”

“You don’t need an invitation, you know that right?” Namjoon says to lighten the mood as he steps back to let you in. He’s stalling, he knows. But he can’t just let you talk yet…He can’t let you go yet.

“How was the tour?” You ask and he shrugs.

“It was…successful.” He answers. “Got through it without any accidents, thank god.”

“That’s good.” You smile and he notices how it doesn’t quite reach your eyes. “So, I… I’m really sorry about texting you that when you just got back. But in my defense, I could’ve waited till tomorrow so you can get some sleep first–”

“No, it’s fine. I don’t think I could sleep when…” He swallows. “When I know you’re going to break up with me.”

You open your mouth to speak but closed it when you realize what he just said. “What? Joon—”

“Please, hear me out first.” Namjoon says calmly, but you notice his hands were shaking. “I’m not the best boyfriend, I admit. I’m away more than half the time, we sneak out to go out publicly; we can’t even watch a movie in a cinema without having to rent the whole place so we don’t get mobbed by fans…” He huffs, having said all that without breath. “I get moody sometimes, my work hinders me from spending more time with you. When I’m on tour, you don’t see me for months. When I’m here, I’m almost always at the studio and so you would have to be here and watch me work...as our date.”

You frown as you listened, watching as silent tears begin to fall from his eyes. “I’m not perfect, I know. And you have a million reasons to cut me loose and find a better man, but…” he sniffs. “But know that out of that million reasons, I only have one reason to make you want to stay…”

Your eyes widen when he suddenly kneels in front of you and takes your hands in his. “Y/N, I love you. I love you so much that you’re the only reason I want to go back and do my work all over again. I love you so much that I can’t sleep well unless I hear your voice or read a good night text from you every single night. I love you so much it hurts. And I know it’s selfish for me to want you to stay with me when I can’t give as much as you’re giving me… when I can’t be the partner you deserve. But please, don’t leave me. Please don’t break up with me. Because I honestly don’t know how I’m going to live without you.” He gasps and the pain is so evident on his face it almost hurt to look at him. “The person I was before? I’m not even sure how he lived till he met you.”

You didn’t know what to say after that. How could you when Namjoon literally laid out his heart bare in front of you; putting it in your hands and begging for you to keep holding on to it.

“Joon. Hey…” you say as you wipe off his tears. “I’m not breaking up with you. Calm down.”

“You’re not?” He sniffs.

You shake your head. “But you’re not wrong for assuming I came to talk about our relationship. The truth is…it’s not you—“ you stop as a finger lays on your lips.

“Don’t say ‘it’s me’ because you’re nothing but perfect, Y/N.”

You smile. “Stop being so cheesy. But I came to talk to you because…I got insecure.”

He looks at you funny, thinking the word shouldn’t even be in your vocabulary. “About what?”

You bite your lip, “When you’re away or even when you’re here, really… people talk. All the time. About how I’m only holding you back from your career. How I’m practically a nobody to be dating ‘RM of BTS.’” Namjoon was about to rebut but you continued, “And I know I shouldn’t listen to them. I knew what I was getting into when I dated you Joon, and I don’t regret it because I love you so much it hurts too… But sometimes, those words get too loud and I can’t really turn to anyone…I—“ you bow your head. “I’m sorry. I’m pathetic—“

“No! You’re not! Stop saying that!” Namjoon says sternly. “Thank you for letting me know. I can’t imagine how it must feel keeping this all to yourself. You’re so strong, jagiya. But you’re also allowed to be hurt, to be sad. And that’s okay. I just wish I could protect you more from those words. I’m so sorry. I’ll try harder, Jagi. I’ll try harder to show you that you don’t have to worry about them because in the end, I’m all yours.” He cups your cheek. “You’re worthy of every single part of me. Please know that.”

You nod, smiling through tear-stained cheeks. “I do. And nothing you’ve said about being a bad boyfriend was true. You do everything for me. You’re the best and I love you, Joon. I love you to the moon…”

Namjoon smiles, his heart full and eyes glassy with happy tears as he says his reply: “And back, Y/N. Always.”

NAMJOONIE MAKES ME CRY. Hope you guys enjoyed reading!

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softlyjiminie · 5 years

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a place like this | j.h.s

⇢ pairing(s): jung hosek x reader.

⇢ word count: 1.7K.

⇢ genre: fluff, friends to lovers!au, college!au.

⇢ summary: he knew exactly how you liked your coffee and yet you didn’t know about your feelings for him or the one in which your roommate has had enough of you flirting with his best friend.

⇢ warning(s): please read! cursing, mentions of sex, a lot of flirting.

⇢ author’s note(s): hey hey i wrote this in like a day but here’s my first lil hoseok imagine uwu i hope you enjoy. oh and btw, i love yoonmin.

“So what’s a pretty girl like you doing in a place like this?”

The question is simple, and normally you would have given it a simple answer but the tone and source of the voice has the tiniest bit of annoyance mixed with a a sprinkle of amusement, crawling up your spine. You shift your body so that you’ve turned away from the brewing coffee on the rusty stove and raise a brow, your pink lips drawn into an unimpressed smirk as you eye the boy before you.

“I live here, Hoseok.” you chimed as if it was the most obvious thing in the world, because it was. The red haired boy tilted his head innocently, his palm pressed against the fridge to cage you in with his arm. You noted how he had to glance down at you, being at least a head taller than yourself.

Hoseok continued to stare at you, eyes searching yours before he stood straight with a smirk on his lips. “I know that~” he drawled, his head tilting again but this time in a teasing manner. “but this place is a dump, you deserve better Y/N.”

“It’s not that bad here, Seokie, you’re just picky.”

The taller boy sighed, exasperated but with a look of amusement painting his dainty features. You shook your head, turning back to the coffee that was almost cold and pouted slightly. You were really looking forward to that.

“Well then move in with me, sweetheart,” Hoseok countered, resting his elbow on the counter as he watched you pour out two mugs of coffee. He didn’t even need to point out that he liked his with three sugars and extra cream or that he knew you liked yours black with one. “You know I have that nice luxury apartment across campus, you’d love it there-“

You raised a brow, sipping your coffee and Hoseok inwardly smiled at how your nose scrunched up. You liked to say that you preferred your coffee with one sugar and not two, without cream but you always ended up swapping yours with his. Simply put it, you hated bitter coffee, but always forgot to add an extra sugar. “And how would I pay rent? I can’t afford it.”

“I’d take care of that for you babe.” he grinned in response.

You rolled your eyes, setting down your untouched mug and swapping it for Hobi’s just as he thought you would. He quickly made work of fixing your cup to his own tastes before bringing the luke-warm liquid to his lips. “I can’t afford it Seok, I’m a college student not a charity case. As sweet as your offer is, I prefer to spend my wages on things that I’ll actually need rather than an over the top apartment,” You licked your lips, the taste of sweetness invading your tongue. “Besides, I like living here.”

The red head’s eyes blew wide at your last words, his facial expression reflecting disbelief. “By god this can’t be true! Someone who actually enjoys living with the Min Yoongi?!”

You felt that your eyes were going to roll right out of your skull with every word that Hoseok spoke, but you laughed nonetheless.

“You know Yoongi, he’s not that bad, he’s all bark and no bite.” you giggled, grabbing the now empty mugs to wash in the sink. Hoseok and Yoongi had been friends since freshman year, and it wasn’t until their junior year that Yoongi decided to earn some extra cash by opening up to a freshman roommate. And here you were. Since then the three of you had been very close, close enough to let Hoseok wrap his arms around your waist as you washed and lean his head on your shoulder.

“Well sweetheart, I’m all bite and no bark, especially in the bedro-“

Wafts of laughter travelled through the air as the front door opened and closed but yourself and your friend didn’t dare separate, used to having Yoongi return in the middle of Hobi’s visits. The blue haired boy stumbled into the room, closely followed by his boyfriend of two years, Park Jimin.

Jimin was a year older than you and one younger than Yoongi, so unlike you (a sophomore), Jimin was a junior. He’d already captured the hearts of many girls across campus with his dancer’s physique and baby face but their dreams were quickly crushed when word got around he was snogging the music major, that the dance department had hired.

You had kind of an odd friendship with Jimin, always fixing him a cup of green in the mornings alongside your coffee after he’d spent the night with Yoongi. The first time it’d been incredibly awkward, since you’d never heard Yoongi cry so loud before but soon after you settled into a little routine. You always made sure to stock peppermint tea in your cupboards from then on, since Jimin hated coffee.

“Fucks sake not this guy again,” Yoongi groaned, his shirt untucked from what must of been a few heated kisses from his boyfriend on the way up to your apartment. You smiled at your roommate, detangling yourself from Hoseok to greet the dishevelled pair. “He’s always fucking here.”

“Guess someone’s not excited to see me...” Hoseok pouted playfully as Jimin clicked his tongue, scolding his boyfriend whilst running a hand through his platinum blonde locks.

“Ahh Yoongs, no need to be so mean...” The Junior tutted, slipping off his leather jacket to collapse on the couch his pouty boyfriend following suit. “Hey Y/N, Hoseok, anything new happening? You dating yet?”

You laughed loudly, throwing your arm around Hoseok to keep yourself stable. Usually you would be able to feel his body vibrate with laughter at Jimin’s suggestion but today he remained still. You didn’t have time to process the red head’s odd behaviour before words tumbled from your lips. “Hoseok and I? Dating? Why would you ever think that?”

This time Yoongi answered for you, his grumble sounding out from the couch where his head lay in Jimin’s lap. “Y/N please, anyone within a five mile radius of you both can practically taste the sexual tension between you two losers,” he huffed, earning a sharp nod from Jimin, all the while Hoseok remained stiff and silent in your hold. “So please for the love of god and all things pure in this world, just fucking go on a date.”

You gasped, cheeks flaming up with heat. Surely you weren’t that obvious with your feelings right? You’d never taken Hoseok’s teasing seriously and he didn’t seem interested in you when you tried to ask him out in your freshman year. Without a clue on what to do, you burst out laughing again, earning frowns from the couple seated on the couch.

“C’mon guys, don’t be so stupid, Hoseok and I are just friends, right?” You managed through high pitch chuckles, desperate for Yoongi’s best friend to diffuse the situation.

He didn’t.

“H-hobi?”

“Would it be so bad Y/N?” He hummed, looking away from you as an awkward air filled the space between you. “If we dated I mean-“

“W-what are you trying to say?”

He glanced down at you, the emotions in is whiskey eyes hard to separate and for the first time in two years, you felt like you couldn’t read him. “I’m just-“ he tried, taking a deep breath as he ignored the stares of your friends. “I have feelings for you Y/N, we’ve been close for almost two years now and I felt like we always had this unspoken thing between us...” Hoseok trails off, biting down on his bottom lip causing your gaze to zone into it. “I mean, do you really think the reason I come over here, even when I know Yoongi is on a date, that I’m here to wait for him?”

You feel almost lightheaded at Hoseok’s confession, the words spilling from his lips are almost unreal to you and you feel almost cold as the boy begins to pull away from you. “B-but if you don’t feel the same, I understand. Jimin and Yoongs are right, you deserved to know...”

Before you know it, Hoseok is leaving your grip, his warmth fading away as your head battles with your heart in what to do. You like him, you realise with a start. You always had and maybe you’d stuffed those feelings deep down in the dark but they were real. You liked the way he never questioned your habits with coffee and how he always came over to see you, make sure you were eating and taking care of yourself. You liked the way he smiled down at you, or teased Yoongi about his height or how whipped he was for Jimin.

You liked him. You liked Jung Hoseok.

Your hand shot out to grab his wrist, eyes wide and you took a moment to think how delirious you looked. Hoseok hesitated, staring back at you with an equal amount of shock. “I-“ you tried, but the words caught in your throat as your brain raced to confess to the boy before you. Clearing your throat, you attempted to get your feelings out into the open before it was too late. A small smile tickled at the seams of your lips as you managed to string together a coherent confession. “A girl like me is getting pretty bored in a place like this.” You whispered, watching the confusion trickle over Hoseok’s features. “But if you’re leaving right now, she’d love it if you came back tomorrow so you could go out for drinks together.”

And within and instant, the red head was smiling widely, brightly and the grip on his wrist went slack as he turned to face you. “Well then, if you want out of a place like this, then I’ll see you tomorrow at seven”

“Tomorrow at seven” you repeated with a grin, stepping towards Hoseok with wonder in your eyes. It was if the world was moving into slow motion, everything settling into place before your little moment was interrupted by none other that your flat mate, Min Yoongi.

“For fucks sake! Will you two stop talking in metaphors and just kiss already?!” Yoongi cursed despite the scolding tone of his boyfriend.

You smiled again, wasting no more time in wrapping your arms around Hoseok’s neck and pressing a sweet kiss to the smirk on his lips.

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