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onlyswan · 4 months

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summary: in which you sacrifice your strawberries and eyelash wishes for the boy knocking at your door.

idol!jungkook x reader, strangers to friends (?) to lovers / fluff and a pinch of angst / word count: 5.5k

content/warnings: allusions to death and grief / jungkook is a cutie patootie and a blushing hopeless romantic mess / he wants to kiss oc so bad (me too bro) / oc is a sunshine <3 / they do chores and watch movies together :((( / in one scene he was worried oc would think of him as a perv lmao / they’re dorks and i love them / seokjin cameo hehehe

> in which masterlist!

note: to make up for the pain i may have caused and will cause <3 LOL. i hope you enjoy reading as much as i enjoyed writing :D as always reblogs and feedback are appreciated! come chat w me. ily 🌼

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“it’s so cold,” you mutter through chattering teeth.

the grocery bags sit on the hardwood table with a thud— the careless bringer too hasty. you shove your icy hands in the deep pockets of your jacket, breathing in and out with a sense of relief.

you are not granted the mundane euphoria for much longer, however. the doorbell rings and you are padding across the floor against your will. the cold air hits your face before it enters your apartment.

however, the happy smile that greets you blankets your heart with a type of warmth that is difficult to describe.

if you had to guess who was behind the door, you wouldn’t say the boy you’ve been fiercely pining over for the past month, but it is certainly who you’d be hoping for regardless.

“good morning!”

“oh! wait there for a moment!”

jungkook stands motionless by your open front door as you disappear into your apartment. confusion accompanied by curiosity, he tries poking his head inside, but then decides that he shouldn’t.

upon your return, his face lights up again.

“here you go!”

he accepts the jar of honey faster than he could think.

“w-why are you-?”

you tilt your head, lips forming a small pout. “isn’t that what you’re here for?”

“uh, actually-” he awkwardly pauses, hand that carries the heavy paper bag behind him suddenly feeling weak. “i came here to give you something.”

your eyes animatedly expand in surprise of the size of it, not at all expecting to receive a gift from him today. you do know that he’s fresh from japan, as you converse on the phone almost everyday… why would he come here almost immediately? and didn’t he say they weren’t given the chance to roam the city because of their work schedule?

“i just grabbed things i thought you might like. i hope i got most of them right?” he explains with a nervous chuckle as you take a look inside.

a diverse array of snacks; a beautiful journal painted with cherry blossoms; a hello kitty plushie; stickers, muji pens…

“oh my god, jungkook… these are too much. you didn’t have to.”

oh, curse the hopeless fluttering of your heart.

“wow, gifting your merch- that’s real idol behavior for you.” you tease him, referring to the hooded jacket that has their group logo on its plastic packaging. “thank you!”

“no but it seriously warms you up! i have one too!”

“jungkook, why are you so cute?!”

“ah, shut up! i’m getting embarrassed!” he whines, blushing. “just look at them later after i leave, how about that?”

“let go! it’s mine!” you glare at him, hugging the paper bag to your chest to deny his advances on snatching it away. “are you not leaving? don’t you have work?”

“i told you— it’s my rest day.”

“you did?”

“while we were texting last night.”

“oh,” you blink. “i don’t remember reading that.”

“you? what are you doing today?”

you bite back the smile threatening to give away the thoughts running in your mind a thousand miles per hour. why does he want to know?

“nothing special. just chores the entire day.”

jungkook puts his hand inside the pocket of his coat, an attempt to appear casual as he offers you his valiant effort. “do you want some help? i’m good at doing chores.”

you stare at him, perplexed, as if he just said the most ridiculous sentence you’ve ever heard in your entire life.

“it’s your rest day and you want to do chores?”

“sure,” he grins playfully, not at all seeing how that could be wrong. “why not?”

“you know…” you pause— observing his expression, considering shutting your mouth, but that plan rarely ever works out. “you can just say that you want to spend time with me, right?”

your bluntness sends his heart racing. you’re a danger to his health.

he sinks his perfect teeth on his bottom lip, bringing his dimples into view. to be honest, you didn’t always have a thing about dimples. you didn’t consider them all that special. but why do they make him look cute and sexy at the same time?

his cheeks become tinted with a pale scarlet. you’re wearing that friendly beam again; he doesn’t know how to act. he never knows whether you are joking or not.

“well, now i know.”

—

jungkook sets down the jar of honey on the table as he settles in the living room, fascinated doe eyes darting around every inch of your place. it’s not his first time here, but somehow, it looks different each time. the two frames hanging above the sofa captures his attention all over again, colorful drawings against the plain white wall. gifted to you by your siblings, you said.

a tall castle with a happy family. a little boy slaying a dragon to protect a princess from its savage fire.

he is blissfully unaware of the knowledge that the drawings are the lone survivors of a school bus and a tragedy. you want it to stay that way. you want people to feel the opposite of the sadness you feel when you look at them. that is how you seek your peace.

“are you wearing toe socks?”

“huh?” he makes a sound of confusion, only processing your question upon seeing your gaze trained to his feet. “ah- toe socks- yes.”

“i’m only noticing them now. they look funny.” you scrunch your nose, chuckling.

“don’t laugh! they’re so comfortable!”

“really?” your eyes widen with genuine interest. “i should try them then.”

“yeah, you should!”

he whips his head around as he jokingly voices out an observation.

“but ____, your house kind of looks different today… it’s almost like it’s cleaner than the last time i was here.”

you bury your face in your hands with a high-pitched wine, hiding from him in humiliation. you did not plan on inviting someone over that night, and he had to watch you run around organizing and picking up things— the scattered books all over the table and the floor; the jackets that have created a big heap on the small couch; the jewelry box that ended up on the dining table for some reason.

he laughs in endearment, unable to take his eyes from you. even the way your hair bounces as you furiously shake your head is pretty. wait, does that sound weird?

“that’s right, it should look different! the first thing i did when winter break started was clean up my mess.”

“what’s the first chore on the list then?” he catches the grocery bags in the kitchen from his peripheral. “were you putting away your groceries?”

“you really want to do chores? you don’t want to watch a movie or something?”

“aigoo, it’s fine!” he waves off your reluctance. “stop worrying! i already said i’d help you.”

“but it’s embarrassing…”

it’s either jungkook is denying your advances or he is simply dense. but the fact that he showed up at your door unannounced on his day-off despite complaining about his exhaustion from their hectic work schedule, you want to lean towards the latter and believe that he is… as good at chores like he claims to be.

“you must like fruits a lot.” jungkook comments as he is squatted infront of your fridge, sheltering the freshly bought perishables one by one.

kimchi, lettuce, strawberries, tangerines, shine muscat, apples…

this is an entirely different world through your lens.

it feels strange to watch another person restock your fridge for you.

“they’re easy to eat and i’m lazy to cook.”

he chuckles as he looks back at you, who is sat on the dining table, airy and carefree as you snack on a bag of assorted chocolates from the paper bag he brought. almost all of the white chocolates are gone, he notes.

“not because they’re nutritious?”

“that’s the bonus!”

“what is this?”

“cranberry juice.”

“and this?”

“oyster sauce.”

you energetically hop off the table, an idea lighting up the bulb in your mind.

“i have another recipe for you. french toast with strawberries, then drizzle some of the honey. should i make it for you?”

“ah!” he gasps as if he is in pain, but the truth is his mouth is watering. he hasn’t eaten breakfast, and he wanted to eat more for dinner last night but sleep proved to be much more enticing than food. “that sounds so good! i’m starving!”

“stand up!” you begin pulling at the back of his sweater, forcing him to remove himself from the floor. “i’ll make it! just go relax in the living room, okay?”

“but you just said you’re lazy to cook.” he tilts back his head, meeting your gaze. “i’ll help you.”

“i’m not lazy when it becomes to being a host.”

you bend down with a sweet smile, merely inches away from him, and jungkook swears the earth has stopped spinning on its axis. your face is natural and bare, except for the sheen of lip balm across your lips— and dear heavens, having you this close, you are so breathtakingly beautiful.

“they’re playing christmas movies on channel 36.” you announce, giving him the bag of chocolates. “and the remote is… somewhere on the sofa… or maybe the floor.”

and as he gets practically kicked out of the kitchen, your hands roughly pushing his back, he daydreams of kissing you and tasting sugar on your lips.

—

the sweet, addicting smell of the french toast— strong hints of butter and cinnamon— invades every corner of your apartment. consequently, it also compels jungkook to break your rules and insert himself in the kitchen again.

“you never give up, do you?”

“i don’t,” he agrees, nodding eagerly. he has successfully stolen the task of washing the strawberries, and then slicing them after. he endures the freezing water rendering his hands numb. “it’s a known fact.”

“are you saying i should study harder?” you cross your arms, expression painted with faux vexation.

“yes! exactly!” he humors you, grinning of amusement. “what’s my favorite color?”

you sigh, looking at him from head to toe.

“anyone can guess that from a mile away, jungkook.”

“fuck, okay. that’s fair!”

the sound of his laughter reminds of you reasons to stay through the cycle of the seasons. you don’t understand why, but for some reason, it has finally begun to feel like christmas. the only comfort that comes along with the cruel winter that nips at your skin; the blanket over your heart that provides a type of warmth one can travel to seek but will never be able to find alone.

“what’s my height then?”

“aren’t you six feet?”

the silence that follows is an answer enough for you. the noise of the television emerges now that none of you is talking. he pretends to be too busy to speak, transferring the strawberries over to the chopping board.

“yes, you’re ri-”

“liar!” you point an accusatory finger at him.

and he winces, guilty as charged.

“you hesitated!”

“tsk, i should’ve said yes faster! i wanted to experience what it’s like to be tall!” he regretfully purses his lips, eyebrows knitted as if he just lost the lottery. “but haven’t you read it online? even my shoe size and weight are there.”

“what? why do people even need to know that…?” you exclaim, flabbergasted. “i mean- of course i’ve searched up your name, but it feels like cheating on a test. does that sound silly…? it’s just more fun learning about you from you.”

you briefly walk away to grab a bottle of water from the fridge, and jungkook is left at the counter with fondness blossoming in his chest, bleeding into the chopped strawberries staining his hands red.

he calls out your name.

“mhmm?” you hum in question, muffled by the water in your mouth.

“want to hear a fact about me?”

you wipe your lips with the back of your hand, eyes expanding with fueled interest. “what?”

“i’m actually very good in the kitchen.” he boasts his skills with the kitchen knife, quick and precise, the blade against the wood creating the satisfying click you usually only hear from cooking shows. “are you seeing this? huh…? what do you think?”

“so i’ve noticed. i want something new!”

at that, his shoulder sags in disappointment. to his demise, there goes another failed attempt at making you acknowledge that he is boyfriend material.

“what do you want to know? ask me questions.”

“what’s your ideal type?”

being in your presence for the past hour has gotten jungkook re-adjusted to your personality— straight-forward, bold, smart— so vivacious that it’s dizzying. you make him nervous and comfortable at the same time, and he doesn’t quite know how to explain it either. but you’re a breath of fresh air, the change that he has been anticipating to disrupt his routine.

“why do you want to know that?”

you shrug coyly, smiling like the troublesome vixen that you are. you rather enjoy the tension that has hung in the air. if you’ve learned something from the past: men are easy to get, not easy to keep. because they relish in the chase, getting strung along like this. so, shouldn’t you have your fun too? but even if jungkook’s intentions were pure, you can only imagine that seeing someone whose life revolves around their career is… the perfect recipe for disaster.

“i think who you like also says a lot about who you are as a person.”

“i like someone who is kind and funny…” he hums in thought, unconsciously slotting a piece of strawberry in between his lips. “and passionate about the things they love… mhmm, someone who can be honest with me.”

his words form a constellation named after you, unbeknownst to you, and he wants to say more but anticipating what comes next after you connect the dots makes his stomach twist. he doesn’t feel like an adult yet. he’s still just a young boy with a gorgeous crush and high ambitions that coalesce in his dreams.

“i like someone who has a really pretty smile, too.”

and he should probably stop staring, erase the dumb lovesick smile on his face. for fuck’s sake, it would be easier for him if you would just do the same. behind the sparkles of your eyes, there is something he’s been dying to decipher.

“okay, why are you looking at me like that?”

because you are so pretty, especially when you smile.

“nothing,” he replies innocently. “you? what’s your ideal type? who do you like?”

“i don’t know… no one has captured my heart yet. they’re not trying hard enough!”

every romance you’ve had so far has been a letdown.

“but i’m still looking. i’m young, and hot, and the universe is vast.”

“mhm, i see… that’s true, but maybe… you don’t want to be looking too far.” jungkook suggests.

you smirk. “so you agree that i’m hot?”

“you know. you don’t need me to say it.” he chuckles, shaking his head.

“but i want to hear you say it.”

“you’re very beautiful, ____.”

“but that’s not-”

“the food is ready! let’s eat it before it gets cold!”

he runs to the living room without waiting for you, and you seize the opportunity to squeal without a sound, punching the counter without actually punching— releasing the giddiness threatening to spill from the seams of your heart.

you don’t know if this is heading somewhere, nor do you expect it to, but where you are right now is a good place to be.

—

the movie playing on the screen has become more of a white noise to you, a family comedy far less fascinating compared to jungkook drizzling honey over strawberries and bread from a spoon. you wonder if he is aware how often he creates sound effects while he is doing something.

beside you, his body quakes with cackles during the scenes that an editor would definitely insert the classic sound of an audience’s collective laughter and holler. you stumble upon the understanding that his happiness lies in a myriad of things, and you would envy him for it if not for the fact that he is currently sharing that happiness with you. you laugh when he laughs, and being becomes a little less heavier at that moment.

another commercial break rudely interrupts and jungkook turns towards you. the two of you sit cross-legged, knees knocking against each other as you occupy nearly the entire sofa.

“hi!”

“hi.”

“what are your plans for the holidays?”

“my best friend’s family invited me to stay with them for christmas until the new year. it’s kind of been a tradition since…”

the end of your sentence hangs suspended in the air. you still can’t say it out loud.

jungkook knows they’re gone and you’re alone: only the plain and brutal truths.

the reminder that this is the third christmas you will not spend with your family; the thought that this would be the third christmas they would spend without you if the afterlife was real— they bring tears to your eyes at once, but you forcibly blink them away, shoving enthusiasm down your throat.

“how about you?” you take a bite from your toast, attempting to divert your thoughts to… anything else. “are you coming home?”

you hide so well behind a smile. it doesn’t occur to jungkook that his question rubbed salt on an open wound.

“i miss my mom but i can’t go home yet.” he pouts. “i have work on christmas day as usual. we’ve been preparing hard for it.”

“oh, that’s right! gayo daejeon?!”

he nods in confirmation.

the music festival has been an annual event for his group since they debuted, and he never feels the need to complain because not everyone is given this kind of opportunity. what’s extraordinary for most has become his ordinary, and what was once his ordinary like everybody else’s has simply become a thing of the past. nevertheless, he does not have regrets. he is living a good life, one that he believes is his fate. as long as he has a voice and it is being heard, then his existence has meaning.

“your family will surely watch you, so they’re still celebrating it with you in a way. making them proud is the best christmas gift you can give!”

and right now, in his life, you are the cherry on top. you were so cheerful and supportive about the final shows of their tour as well, raving about how amazing it is to perform three nights in a row at gocheok skydome.

“i’ll watch you too!”

he can’t help it— you’re driving him to be better at what he does. childishly, he wants show off and be the one to capture your heart.

“ah!” he groans. “that means i should work harder at practice tomorrow! i can’t mess up infront of you and my family!”

“why not me? you want to make me proud too?” you interrogate him jokingly.

“of course, it’s my job. it’s what i do best. i’ll make you see!”

“use me as motivation then. you can’t mess up, okay? you have to do well, jungkook! you better not make a mistake! my eyes will be focused on you only!”

his face is reminiscent of a deer caught in the headlights— the headlights being your wide, threatening eyes.

he releases a shaky sigh in dramatic fashion. “i don’t feel motivated, though? i’m getting pressured?”

you wheeze; the plate over your lap tilts along with its contents.

“this is tough love!”

jungkook nearly staggers to his feet. “…love?”

you roll your eyes, small corners of your lips still cheekily lifted. “was the french toast good?”

jungkook is interrupted before he can form a response.

“but if it tastes like shit, just lie to me!”

“what are you talking about?!”

oh my god, you’re too fucking good at making him laugh.

“you’re eating it too! you know it’s delicious!”

“maybe you got a bad batch!”

—

“i’m going to the laundry shop across the street. i’ll just be a minute.” you announce, hauling a laundry basket to the living room.

your strained grunts prompt jungkook to look up from his phone, and eventually to stand up with urgency and relieve you of your heavy, heavy burden.

“shit, how heavy is this?”

you’re not given a chance to protest as the basket is immediately stolen from your grasp; your lips part open but no words come out.

“i’ll come with you!”

“well, hopefully not more than twelve kilos.”

it’s definitely heavier than usual; mainly comprised of the thick and layered clothes you’ve been wearing to shield yourself from the unforgiving cold.

“let’s go.”

jungkook wraps his hand around your wrist, gently tugging. the butterflies in your stomach wakes up earlier than spring’s arrival.

“this thing is bigger than you.”

an extremely obvious exaggeration.

“i’ll be the one to carry it.“

—

jungkook wears a cap and a face mask underneath his hoodie, eyes barely even visible in his all-black getup for the public to see; and somehow you also find yourself with a scarf around your neck, pulled up over the bridge of your nose.

when the year 2017 rolled in, you predicted that more crazy, life-altering stuff would happen. it has been an on-going theme, a relentless domino effect that has brought you to your knees time and time again. but you never would’ve fucking imagined that this is how you would be wrapping it up. how the hell did you cross paths with a famous idol, and why is he carrying your laundry basket right now?

“wait here for a bit.” you bring both hands to the basket’s handles, coaxing him to let go. “i’ll just bring it inside.”

“are you only dropping it off? that’s expensive!”

“what?” you stare at him in bewilderment, not expecting him to utter such statement at all. “you’re talking like you’re not rich!”

“i’m not! and still,” jungkook becomes flustered underneath his disguise. “it’s good to be practical. anyway, we have a lot of time.”

“you sound more like a mom than my mom did.”

“shhh!” he shushes you, putting a finger over his face mask. “let’s just do your laundry ourselves.”

“why would you do laundry right now? you’re supposed to be resting in the first place!”

a tug of war ensues infront of the laundry shop. strangers doesn’t know better. you look like a married couple bickering over who should take responsibility of the chore.

“____, just let me, mhm? i’m a pro at doing laundry too! we’ll be done before you know it!”

“how are you good at everything? honestly, it sounds like a scam!”

“how dare you doubt me?” he gasps in offense. “i do my own laundry!”

“seriously?” you quirk an eyebrow.

“i’m serious!”

“i don’t think i believe you, though…”

“if you search online, you-” your voice echoes in his mind, and subsequently, jungkook cuts himself off.

‘it feels like cheating on a test. it’s more fun learning about you from you.’

“oh, nevermind. let’s go inside already. i’m freezing!”

“jungkook!” you whine, stomping your feet on the ground as you refuse to let go of the basket despite jungkook beginning to head inside.

“why?” he copies the childishness of your tone, and although you can’t see his face, the crinkles at the corners of his eyes tell you enough.

“we can’t…”

the adorable sight of you appearing to be so shy is foreign to him. he can’t help but to chuckle. “why not?”

your lips form a pout.

“my panties…”

you bring a finger to point at the basket.

“they’re in there too… i was only going to drop them off today because you came with me…”

“ah…” jungkook awkwardly freezes, unblinking. “wait, you’re right?”

why didn’t he think of that? he’s a fucking idiot. of fucking course. what if you take things the wrong way and you’re creeped out by him now?!

“fuck, sorry. i’m sorry. i wasn’t- um, i swear i wasn’t trying to…”

his tongue becomes tied, struggling to search for the words that won’t make him sound like a damn pervert.

yeah, way to go, jungkook. you’re not the fucking boyfriend yet and you’re ruining your chances.

“did i make you uncomfortable? i’m sorry. it probably looked li-”

“hey, breathe, calm down. it’s alright, jungkook.”

you giggle in amusement, placing a hand over his chest— his heart. it’s meant to ease him, but the knowledge that you’re feeling his racing heartbeat only causes it to further intensify. he swallows the lump in his throat, dumbfounded by the turn of events. he wants the ground to swallow him whole, but he also wants to stay in this moment a little while longer.

“it’s alright. i’ll go bring this inside then i’ll treat you to lunch at the restaurant over there! don’t run away from me, okay?”

—

“the yukgaejang looks good.” you utter absentmindedly, admiring the spicy beef soup with plentiful vegetables from afar. “i’m jealous of you.”

the other tables are already having a feast while you and jungkook are waiting for your take-out to be prepared.

“then you should’ve ordered it too.” jungkook scolds you lightheartedly. “should i go?”

“no! i’m not good with spicy food. spice makes me cry.”

he smiles softly. once again, you complete the picture from his eyes. “what is there to frown so sadly about?”

“i feel like i’m missing out.” you complain, the pout on your face almost permanent. “spicy food is like one of the trademarks of korea, you know? but i can’t handle it!”

“so cute…” jungkook has decided to give in to his impulses, it seems— the evidence is him pinching your cheek for the very first time, and with the discovery of its delightsome softness, it will definitely not be the last.

“oh, oh, oh! an eyelash!”

his doe eyes glisten with pure wonder and excitement, and the air in your lungs becomes suspended when his hand moves to tenderly cup the side of your face. as he is absorbed in capturing the tiny eyelash that has fallen and glued itself on your cheek, your mind reels with the size of his hand, the sensation of his innocent touch against your neck.

“aaand-” jungkook takes your hand, passing on the eyelash to your index finger. “there you go. make a wish!”

your eyes flicker down, and none of you speaks for a moment or two.

a wish…?

what does one wish for when they have given up on wishing for miracles?

“did you do it?”

you peek at jungkook, nodding. at last, you blow the eyelash away, outside the window, where it becomes one with the snowflakes that came from the same sky where wishes are supposedly granted.

“what did you wish for?”

“i’ll tell you when it comes true.”

—

jungkook eats so well— you feel full just by watching him eat. so when he asked you, eyebrows knitted and legs bouncing, if he could have more rice, you were left with no choice but to plug in the rice cooker for the second time today. you cooked only enough for two meals today: brunch and dinner for one. you’re more than happy to have given him the dinner portion. you like that your apartment is providing warmth for another soul, despite the old times that it housed ones that ended up haunting you.

“are there any more chores to do? while we wait for the rice?”

you gaze switches from him to the living room.

the boy who was knocking at your door is now vacuuming your floors.

you sit on the couch with your legs hugged to your chest, chin propped on your knees. an unexplainable feeling swims in your chest, but your heart calls to welcome it. not to be delusional, but technically, isn’t this a marriage proposal?

it falls on dear ears— the infuriating sound of the cheap vacuum cleaner your landlord lended you and never came back for. underneath it is jungkook’s mellifluous voice, humming and singing, and it’s all you can hear.

the only use you knew of honey is the magic it does with tea for a sore throat. when you learned about his demanding occupation, he is all you can think of in relation to the elixir. since then, you’ve been taking the god awful amount of honey your pesky neighbor provides without any complaints.

this is nice… this is good. you are glad that you opened the door.

—

after a hearty and satisfying meal, you and jungkook retired to your previous spots infront of the television screen. more of the snacks he bought for you ended up being shared. near your stacks of books are colorful food wrappers and half-empty glasses of water. two mediocre yet entertaining movies later, you tell jungkook that you should pick up your laundry before the shop closes in an hour. however, after he has excused himself to the bathroom, he is greeted by the sight of you peacefully asleep on the sofa.

once more, a new side of you is laid bare, and his affection grows. he doesn’t know when he can admire your face this close again without melting from your stare.

heedful of disturbing your much deserved rest, he carefully places a pillow beneath your head, and he pulls down the blanket you’re wrapped in to cover your cold feet.

with one last stolen glimpse, he grabs your key and receipt from the bowl and leaves.

—

“is it time for you to leave?” you delicately rub at your eyes that are still half-closed; voice quiet, barely there.

you were awoken by the front door opening and closing, but nothing has quite registered to your fuzzy brain yet, except for the coat that you neatly kept and is already re-worn by its owner.

and he knows you’re most probably just sleepy, but the way you’re gazing at him as if you’re sad to see him go makes his heart clench.

“no, i picked up your laundry.” he enlightens you, consciously speaking with refined tenderness, as to preserve the serenity that has enveloped the atmosphere. “i can stay until eight. is that okay?”

you release a weary sigh, nodding. “of course… and you’re such a nice friend, thank you.”

he plops down on the sofa, filling the jungkook-shaped space beside you.

tired… you’re so tired… despite the given privilege to finally sleep to your heart’s content, you’re still so tired. your forehead lands softly on his shoulder, and unbeknownst to you due to your stupor, jungkook’s breath hitches— the polar opposite of the steady rise and fall of your chest. you make him swoon. he deliberately ignores the fact that you just called him a friend.

you peer down at the floor, past the curtain of your disheveled hair, slowly blinking. those ridiculous toe socks… you giggle in secret.

“jungkook?”

“yes?”

“are you cold?”

“freezing.”

you lift your head and he knows— you have to be playing games with his heart, bringing the temptation to kiss you so painfully close. “do you want some tea?”

—

the performance has commenced but the passionate screams of the audience still rings in jungkook’s ears as he runs backstage, chased by the staff attempting to wipe the sweat he is practically bathing in. he squeezes one eye shut as beads of sweat threaten to enter it. his chest heaves with exhaustion and his heart pumps with overwhelming adrenaline. most of the time, this job doesn’t feel real. he feels high. this is the textbook definition of a dream.

“where’s my phone? please? does anyone have it?” he yells in the midst of the chaos and clamor as he completely strips off his in-ears.

a hand reaches towards him with the device, and his expression of gratitude gets lost somewhere among the repetitive reminders of the remaining time before they should have returned to their designated seats.

he allows the hair and make-up stylists to do their jobs, him as their doll in need of a retouch. on the other hand, he impatiently waits for his phone to power on.

the tapping of jungkook’s foot ceases, and from his glowing reflection on the vanity mirror, the clueless people surrounding him witnesses love strike.

guess my eyelash wish worked like a charm. your performances went really well

and you looked so cool on stage ☺️

merry christmas jungkook ❤️

“jungkook-ah, what are you smiling at?!”

seokjin cackles. jungkook didn’t even notice him roll his chair so close. he then decides to play dumb to tease their youngest one.

“wow, who is this ____ you’re texting?”

“hyung!” jungkook panics, hissing underneath his breath. “lower your voice!”

“ouch!” seokjin yells, rubbing his arm that was hit as a punishment.

he allows a moment of silence.

his expression goes blank and he avenges himself.

“ah!” jungkook gasps as the slap on his thigh resonates, forced to be ripped away from overthinking a text message. “hyung! you better start running!”

Draft: i know it’s late.. but can i see you later?|

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taehyungsgrowl · 1 year

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roses - ksj x reader

valentine's day w jin

pairing: kim seokjin x fem!reader

genre: fluff, smut

rating: 18+ // minors dni

word count: 2k

warnings: seokjin is a tease, hickies, oral (fem. receiving), p in v penetration, cream pie, slight choking, overall valentines day fluff, mostly pwp

A/N: hello! i was originally going to try and post a tae x reader fic i've been working on but its february and i think a lot of us associate jin w roses and i associate roses w valentines day and so... here we are! a short and cute little drabble! hope you enjoy! sending you all lots of love!

before the soft morning sun had the chance to wake you, soft fingers gently trailed up your shirt, raising goosebumps along your skin. his plush lips leaving chaste little kisses on your exposed shoulder until your eyes fluttered open.

"good morning, honey," you knew he hadn't been awake long due to the low rasp of his voice.

"mhmm," you pouted at him, "'it's too early," you whined, cuddling up closer to him to feel the warmth radiating from his body as you laid your head on his chest, your eyes shutting as you inhale his scent.

feeling his chest shake with his low chuckle immediately sent butterflies to your stomach - you don't know how you lucked out getting to spend the rest of your life with seokjin. he was full of light and love to give - how could he not have swept you off your feet?

"just wanted to wish you a happy valentine's day, baby." he pulled your waist closer to him to press a kiss on top of your head.

"oh my god," your eyes opened wide realizing it was february 14th. "baby," you sat up and finally looked around the room. the playful scold you had for seokjin for beating you to say it first was caught in your throat as you took in your bedroom.

roses.

roses - everywhere.

the soft glow of the sunrise coming in through the window made the white roses look ivory and the red roses even more crimson.

dozens and dozens of roses in clear glass vases filled your room. all over the floor, and more vases filled with them on the nightstand tables by your bed. it looked like a literal flower shop.

"wh-" you weren't even sure what to ask or what to say. when did he have time to do this?

"jin..." he laughed at your speechless expression, "that’s more roses than i’ve seen in my life." you laughed, adjusting yourself on the bed to pull him in for a kiss. your small hands cupping either side his face to kiss him. you felt him smiling against your kiss, his own hand finding a home firmly placed on your lower back.

"when did you even have time to do this?" you mumble in between kisses.

"you're a heavier sleeper than you think you are," he bit down on your lower lip playfully.

"well," you rolled your eyes, "i love it!" you lightly pushed on his chest until he was laying back on his back, head propped up by his pillows.

"i hope you like your present as much as i loved mine," you swung one of your legs over his waist to straddle him.

"who said i'm done giving you my present?" the corner of his lips twitched as he fought a smile. "got a lot more in store for you, honey." the hand that rested on your back moved lower to lightly smack your ass.

"jin..." you whined, but really loving just how much of a romantic your husband was. even after years of being together, he still made you feel special every day - valentines day or not.

before you had the chance to bend down and kiss him, he grabbed your thighs and flipped you both around until you were flat on your back, his broad body hovering above you.

he noticed the little crease between your brows as you frowned at him but quickly kissed it away, making you giggle as he continued to pepper your face with kisses.

"love you so much," he mumbled against your face.

jin took your chin between his thumb and index finger to tilt your head up enough to kiss you deeply. you felt the plush of his tongue swiping along your lip, pleading for you to part them. you sighed into the kiss, letting his tongue lead your kiss.

too distracted by his pillowy lips against yours, you didn't feel him shift until he could reach one of the nearby roses on the nightstand.

you looked up at him in awe as he pulled away. messy black hair in disarray from sleeping, pink swollen lips, lust filled eyes blown wide. it amazed you how little he had to try to look so breathtaking.

jin brought the rose up to your nose for you smell it before he slowly dragged it down your neck. the soft petals tickled your skin as he dragged it softly along your cleavage. his eyes shifted from yours to wherever the rose drew patterns along your body.

he noticed your hands wander down to the hem of your silk nightgown, in an attempt to take it off. his free hand caught your wrist, stopping you.

"keep it on. you look so pretty in silk," he leaned down again and placed a sweet kiss along your collarbone before sinking his teeth into your skin.

he felt his cock twitch in his pants as he heard you whine for his love bite.

he continued to drag the rose down your body. you sighed, feeling the petals run across your thighs. jin slowly pushed your night gown up, bunching it around your hips to reveal your panties.

the dark, wet spot forming at the center of your pink panties gave you away. you squirmed on the bed, wanting - needing jin to touch you.

"please?" you batted your lashes at him, giving him the sweetest look.

jin's deep and sleepy laugh rumbled in the little space between you two. he wanted to give you everything you wanted - wanted to give in to your each and every demand as soon as it fell from your lips - but there was something so intoxicating about having you beg for him that always made him drag it out.

his free hand reached down between your legs, taking the waistband of your panties between his fingers and pulling it - only to make it snap back against your skin.

"i got you, baby," he continued to toy with you - dragging his large hand to grip your hip and trailing it down until he reached your thigh to make you spread them further for him. touching you everywhere but where you wanted him to.

"jin..." you sighed, your hips slightly raising off the bed in a poor attempt of getting any friction.

there could not be a more ideal way of waking up. you thanked your lucky stars for every day you got to wake up besides the love of your life.

jin continued to use the rose to tease you. the light petals raised goosebumps along your inner thighs as he dragged it up to your core. feather light strokes against your panties weren't enough. you needed his fingers. his tongue. his cock. you needed more.

yet still, the soft brush of the rose against your clothed pussy made you gasp. immediately, his eyebrow raised and his lips curled into a knowing smirk.

"hey," he paused to press a quick kiss to your parted lips, "i love you."

"i love you more," your eyes met his and you could swear you saw your entire world in them.

jin's cock strained in his pajama pants - he was just as needy as you were. he finally dropped the rose, letting it fall against the stark white bedding.

he settled in between your legs, holding them apart with his hands. you felt his warmth breath hit against your dampened panties, making you shiver.

"baby," you hummed.

soon enough, his warm, wet tongue was laid flat against your panties, sloppily kissing your clad cunt.

“mhmm,” he sighed into your pussy. the sight of seokjin’s bare shoulders nestled between your thighs, his dark hair falling on to his face, tip of his nose bumping against your covered clit was almost enough to make you cum right then and there.

“always so sweet,” he peeled your panties down in one swift motion, “so sweet for me.”

once again, his tongue was on your pussy, licking up the arousal that had pooled in your core. his pouty lips kissed and sucked at your most sensitive parts, making you melt on his tongue. he kept his hands on your thighs, keeping your spread open for him - even as your legs threatened to close around him.

your hands found his hair and fingers were tangled in his dark locks. you gripped his hair for support, your back arching off the bed. it felt as if the harder your tugged the more feverishly jin sucked on your clit.

"oh god," you moaned out his name, your heartbeat racing faster and faster against your chest. the room was filled with obscene wet sounds as he devoured and worshipped you.

as you reached your climax, jin lapped up your cum, licking you clean. soft and gentle kisses were placed on your pussy as you spasmed beneath him.

"oh my god," you repeated again, completely out of breath.

you reached down and tugged him up towards you, ardently kissing him, tasting yourself off his tongue.

jin's cock was throbbing to the point that he couldn't wait any longer to sink himself into your wet walls. he reached his own waistband and clumsily hurried to pull himself free from the tight constraints of his underwear.

"fuck, baby," he hissed, dragging his tip along your wet slit, slowly pumping himself in his fist.

you took in a sharp breath as he stretched you open. jin grabbed your thighs and hoisted them around him to bring himself closer to him. your feet dug into his lower back as you moaned out his name.

you couldn't help but have your eyes roll back feeling him go deeper and deeper.

“fuck,” he cursed under his breath as you took his length. he stayed there for a second, feeling the way your walls pulsed around his length. jin started to move his hips, his cock easily sliding in and partially out of your pussy.

"open your eyes for me," he asked, his voice hoarse as he held back another moan.

you opened your eyes to meet the depths of his dark eyes. jin felt himself throb inside of you just from that look in your eyes. you searched for his hand and brought it up to you neck, nodding slightly, granting him permission.

“god,” he choked out, wrapping his hand around your neck. A loud moan left your pretty lips traveling like music to his ears. jin tapped his thumb on your lips, letting you take it in your mouth as he applied pressure to your neck.

you swiped your tongue over the pad of his finger and he felt himself about to burst. “so close, baby,” he rutted his hips into yours. you moved in perfect synchronization, becoming one.

you both came hard as your sweaty bodies pressed together, lost in a sea of blankets and kisses.

jin let his body collapse on yours, letting the comfort of his body weight lay on yours, his head resting perfectly on your chest. you softly traced little patterns against his bare back as your breathing slowed.

"still mad i woke you up so early?" he teased tickling your side to make you squirm underneath him.

"i wasn't mad!" you squealed, wiggling under him.

"good," he kissed your neck - neither one of you having any plans to get out of bed anytime soon. just simply existing in each others arms.

"happy valentine's day," he whispered against your skin.

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ah! i didn't think i was gonna finish this before the 14th, but i'm glad i did! tysm for reading! lmk what you think!

tagging: @desertsunflower00 @gimmethatagustd @wonhosmistress

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jeonsbabygirlsworld · 9 months

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BTS

KIM NAMJOON

SPECIAL GIFT (Namjoon x reader) ft. Jungkook

SUMMARY: And when your husband brings you desired anniversary gift…

KIM SEOKJIN

MIN YOONGI

Cat cafes and more

SUMMARY: You insist yoongi to visit the cat cafe which has cats up for adoption which ends up you adopting a white Persian cat even though you have holly with you both.

JUNG HOSEOK

PARK JIMIN

MESSY AFFAIRS (Jimin , Jungkook X reader)

SUMMARY: you look so pretty when your in your sleep and that gives Jungkook a morning wood luckily you are there to help him with this problem, but Jimin seems to be a bit jealous you started without him

KIM TAEHYUNG

JUNGKOOK

[5:18]

SUMMARY: A cute lite beach day with Jungkook, bam and your little girl.

DADDY

SUMMARY: Jungkook is the best husband you could ever ask for and soon to be your baby daddy, while he shops for you decide to surprise him with a cute lingerie.

Stop teasing me girl!

SUMMARY: Jungkook, your math teacher gets a boner when you accidently flash him, it ends you being fucked roughly in his bed .

Stop teasing me boy!!

SUMMARY: While sitting in a boring class you didn't expect Jungkook would send you thirst trap, the pic makes you concisely wet and he is there to help you out.

MESSY AFFAIRS (Jungkook, Jimin)

“CANDY MAN”

SUMMARY: your morning was awesome with Jungkook but as you are on the end of your day it turns a 360.

SEX TAPE

SUMMARY: At one random night you both wanted to make your own sex tape and Jungkook is more than thrilled to make one

LEASH PT 1 ( Jungkook X reader X mingyu)

SUMMARY : Fucking both of them is pure bliss but what if one of them is in relationship and still fucking you ?

LEASH PT 2 ( Jungkook X reader X mingyu)

SUMMARY : Mingyu always fantasied about you and now finally, Jungkook lets him have a taste but who knew this isn't a onetime thing and how you have them both wrapped around your pinky.

CHOCOLATE SAUCE.

MIDNIGHT FUN

INDECISION (Jungkook x reader)

SUMMARY: You feel really insecure these days after giving birth to your second daughter but for your sake Jungkook is there to tell you on how pretty you are.

SEX LIFE ( Jungkook x reader)

SUMMARY: having sex with your dad's best friend is one of the dumbest ideas but what if the sex is too good to be true? and now who cares about world when you both are in love?

DADDY DRABBLES MOODBOARD

SUMMARY: This Drabble series contains of small scenarios of them being a family from reader giving birth to baby's first words and them adopting pets and much more.

CHAPTER 1 : in which you are about to give birth but jungkook won’t stop panicking

CHAPTER 2: in which you teach your daughter a very important life lesson

TRIPLE THREAT (Mingyu , Jungkook, Eunwoo x reader)

SUMMARY: What happens when the three of them rock your world together.

SPECIAL GIFT (Namjoon , Jungkook X reader )

SUMMARY: And when your husband brings you desired anniversary gift…

#bts masterlist #bts #masterlist #bts smut #bts fluff #bts agnst #bts scenario #yoongi smut #jungkook smut #yoongi fluff #jungkook fluff #seventeen masterlist #seventeen #minghao fluff #wonwoo fluff

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hot-soop · 7 months

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don't let me tempt you / ch.1

pairing: angel!seokjin x angel!f.reader ⇢ au: Good Omens universe (none of the characters or the plot are mentioned so this fic can be read without knowing anything of Good Omens) ⇢ genre: forbidden romance, friends 2 lovers, comedy(?), fluff, eventual smut (not in this chapter) ⇢ summary: Seokjin is temporarily banished from Heaven and you're not all that good at paperwork. ⇢ chapter wc: 4.5k ⇢ rating: fic rating is explicit/18+ for eventual smut; chapter rating is 16 & up bc they're the equivalent of ken dolls rn, but minors please DNI anyway. This isn't for you. ⇢ chapter warnings: LOTS of religious imagery bc this is set in the Good Omens universe and there's gonna be a bunch of biblical references, but please remember that this isn't meant to be accurate. Author is an atheist. Author did next to no research on calendars that pre-date the Georgian one bc she is lazy and can't do maths. Swearing. If there's any tags you think I'm missing, please let me know - I'd hate to be the cause of any upset or discomfort <3 ⇢ a/n: thank u to my beloveds @the-boy-meets-evil and @ugh-yoongi for reading this over and thinking my babies are cute. thank u to my angel @effortandmore for your encouragement! Ur all cute too. Ily

1106 BC

Time in 1106 BC follows some kind of construct that the author has not deemed necessary to research, but if the Georgian calendar (or indeed days of the week) had been invented, the day our story begins would be in mid April, on a Tuesday, around 3pm.

The weather in Heaven is, as you would expect, perfect. The company is not.

“Sorry to bring you in here like this,” you say, as the thirteenth angel of the day takes a seat on the other side of your desk.

There’s a spiel to this. Angels have a tendency to lean towards the dramatic, so you’ve learned the ways of ‘softening the blow’, as the humans call it. Doling out God’s punishments wasn’t your preferred assignment, but it’s the role that was dropped in your lap after you quit the last - and you’re not in a position to refuse Her again. Here goes another.

“I hate to be the bearer of bad news but-”

“Let me guess,” the other angel interjects. “She’s demoting me?”

This is unusual. The angels know God’s wrath, but they’re usually surprised to find out when said wrath is directed toward them specifically. Not this one, he’s sitting there, arms crossed, foot tapping impatiently, waiting for you to rip off the bandaid.

“Uhh. A temporary banishment actually.”

He stares at you. “It was only a little miracle.”

“Three very large miracles, I’ll have you know. We’re not supposed to be bringing people back from the dead anymore.”

“Since when?” he asks, rather like a petulant human toddler.

You frown. “Since protocol changed - didn’t you read the memo?” The angel shakes his head. “God’s decided to save those types of miracles for someone really special in-” You pause to check your watch “- a thousand years, give or take a century.”

“Special how?” The angel asks, sitting up a little straighter.

“You know we’re not told details of The Great Plan.” You flip the file shut. “Well, it seems like you know the issue at hand, and there’s little else to discuss-”

There’s a look of unease creeping over his assigned face that gives you pause. His fingertips drum on his knee. Too human for a heavenly body. “Are you alright?”

“She’s not- they’re not going to cut-”

“Oh! Goodness no,” you’re quick to reassure. “Oh no, you’d have to do something really awful for that, like, question her authority like Lucifer did.” His laugh comes out like a bark, and you’re confused because it wasn’t a joke. “No, but I am terribly sorry to say that you’re being sentenced to four-hundred years on Earth.”

He blinks twice. “Excuse me?”

“Four-hundred years - horrid, I know. But God does say the punishment must fit the deed-”

You’re interrupted again, this time by the kind of laughter that starts as disbelief and quickly has his shoulders shaking and tears rolling down his cheeks. Most unusual.

“You’re telling me I get to spend near half a century on Earth?”

“What do you mean ‘get to’?” The thought of even spending ten years in such a place sends shivers right through your wings. “You won’t be able to return to heaven at all during that time. No correspondence with anyone, unless of course we contact you first.” He’s positively glowing and you can’t understand it. “You’ll have to live amongst humans-”

He’s standing now, moving to the screen and zooming in on earth. “Can I pick where?”

You move to stand next to him. He’s zoomed in so far, you can’t quite tell where it’s supposed to be. In truth, you spend very little time looking over God’s preferred planet, choosing instead to focus on the vastness of the universe in all its glory. You prefer the stars and the galaxies and all of their colours.

“May I?”

“Sorry, I don’t understand.”

“Can I choose where to live? Will I have a role?”

There’s nothing like this in the training manual. No one ever has these questions. They’re too busy crying, wailing for another chance to stay in heaven, let alone look excited as this one does.

“I suppose you could,” you say slowly. “And no - there’s no role.” You wait for the penny to drop, but he doesn’t seem to get it. “Pointlessness is the point of this sentence.”

Wonder breaks out in his expression, and he turns back to the screen and zooms in on a peninsular you’ve never noticed before. “Can you drop me here?”

“Where’s here?”

“Gojoseon.”

“Why?”

“Good people.” His smile spreads wide. “Good food.”

You gasp. “You’ve consumed their provisions? You’ve eaten?”

He looks at you in shock. “You haven’t?”

Of course you flaming haven’t! Even if you could stomach it - how in heaven would you get the opportunity to dine on Earth, what with all the work piling up in your pigeonhole and the lack of angels rights to paid time off, not to mention a union?

Your expression must say it all because he laughs again and says, “Well then visit me sometime, I’ll cook for you.”

“You’re very peculiar.”

“Yes,” he says with a shrug. “I get that a lot.”

You move back over to the desk to complete the rest of the paperwork while he stands there, still looking at the map with a satisfied smile.

After a few moments, he says, “I’ll need a name if I’m to live with humans.”

You find his given name at the top of the page. Soterasiel.

“What’s wrong with the one you’ve got?”

He shrugs again. “Doesn’t quite roll off the tongue for everyone.”

“I hear John is rather popular these days,” you muse, still checking boxes. “And Abraham. Or what about Jos-”

“Seokjin.”

“Bless you.”

“No, I mean- Seokjin.” He moves to sit back down. You don’t quite like it, the way he walks, like he’s got a bravado he hasn’t done anything to earn - rather the opposite in fact, given his grievous error in judgement. “That’s my new name.”

“Oh-” You glance up at him. “It suits you.”

Seokjin beams. He’s quiet for the next few moments, but you can sense his eagerness as he watches your fingertip move down the page. When all the documents are signed, you show him over to the chute, and he peers into it.

“This is the one-way?”

You nod. “We’ll send someone to relieve you once your sentence is up.”

He steps inside without hesitation, and it’s almost too late. You've been itching with curiosity since you opened his file, so you blurt out exactly what you’re not supposed to ask.

“Why did you do it?”

Seokjin tilts his head, confused.

“Why did you bring those humans back from the dead?” you clarify.

His eyes soften. “They’re my favourites.”

There’s a pregnant pause as you regard him. You don’t understand. Favourites? Angels aren’t supposed to have favourites. Angels aren’t supposed to be anything like him. Maybe you haven’t met enough to speak on the matter.

“Come visit me, won’t you? I get the impression you’ll like it down there.”

And before you can scoff at the very idea of visiting a banished (albeit temporarily) angel on earth, the chute opens up below him and he’s gone.

It’s difficult to get back to work after all that. All day there are punishments to give out in God’s name, but thankfully they’re nothing as extreme as that one. You get through a few sanctions, several warnings filed, and a strongly worded letter to the Department of Animals to remind them to stop creating wasps (apparently earth has enough) and then (at what would usually be known as 6pm), like clockwork, Turiel enters your office.

He’s another one you can’t get a read on, but in an entirely different way. He came up the ranks quickly, and became your boss without the necessary qualifications within a single century. He’s kind of course, but he’s a Watcher, so naturally he watches everything. Being watched makes you uncomfortable.

“How is everything?”

“Wonderful, thank you.”

“What happened with the banishment this morning?”

“With Seok- Soterasiel? He took it rather well.” Turiel stares at you, and you clear your throat to fill the awkward quiet. “Seemed quite happy about it, actually.”

Turiel frowns. “That’s odd.”

“Yes, quite.”

“We should watch that one,” he says, already making his way out. “Oh- you remembered to strip his miracles, correct?”

Strip his- why in heaven would you do that? It seems horribly cruel enough just to leave them there, let alone take their ability to do anything worthwhile.

“Sorry?”

Turiel stops on the spot and turns, frown deepening further. “Tell me you saw the memo from Metatron? We’re to strip any and all banishments of their miracles going forward. Too many mishaps and too many angel turned demon that still have their powers.”

If you had any blood in your face it would surely drain. No, you haven’t seen any blasted memo. The pigeonhole is stuffed to burst and it’s something you’ve been meaning to work through, you truly have, but there’s so little time in the day and- and- heavens, he’s still staring at you. Tell him the truth. Tell him you didn’t take Seokjin’s miracles. They’d overlook one error, especially as it’s the first offence. Surely?

“No need to worry,” you hear yourself say, voice unnaturally high. “Of course I did.”

Turiel blinks, smiles with relief, and shuts the door behind him as he leaves.

For the first time in your existence, you’re tempted to curse.

879 BC

6:43pm. Patchy rain showers through til 8.

Seokjin’s home looks like nothing. A shack at best. It’s hardly worthy of the name home but you still need his sodding permission to cross the threshold, so you knock and wait, huddling as close to the door as possible to keep dry. As the rain pelts your back you bitterly wonder why angels have to wait at the threshold for permission to enter. It’s utterly beyond you, surely such a restraint could be reserved for those who are up to no good?

(You pointedly ignore the little voice saying that you are actually up to no good.)

“Oh my God,” Seokjin says when he opens the door (if it weren’t for the threshold force you’d keel over) and your nose wrinkles automatically at the blasphemy. “It’s you.”

“May I come in?” you say, too busy watching for Watchers in your peripherals to take in the sight of the angel in front of you. It would be terrible to be caught now, after the web of lies you weaved in order to get an hour off work.

“Why?” he asks, suspicion lacing his voice. “You’re not bringing me back early are you?”

“Oh heavens no,” you say, starting to feel a little desperate, pushing the wet hair from your eyes. “I forgot something in your documents, a quick signature and I’ll be off in a jiffy.”

“You forgot something?”

“Yes-”

“And you decided two hundred and twenty-seven years later was the right time to fix that?”

“Time slips away when you’re working!”

Seokjin rolls his eyes. “Your lot really need to unionise.”

“Shh!” you hiss. “Let me in, please?”

“Alright, alright,” he says, stepping aside. “Come on in. Take your shoes off at the door.”

“I don’t have shoes,” you say as you push past him. A little miracle as soon as you’re out of the rain has you dry and warm again. What a pity, you think, that Seokjin will have to live without these little perks for the rest of his banishment. The sympathy you feel for him catches you unawares. “What are shoes?”

Seokjin smiles. “Thought you were a watcher?”

Part Cherubim part Virtue actually, but you won’t be telling Seokjin that. That’s between you and God. You bustle past him inside the shack and you can finally relax. All protocols are being broken right now, but with the teeny tiny miracle that you performed earlier, only you and Seokjin will know about this clandestine meeting.

Seokjin’s home is much nicer on the inside. Rather homely. And clean. And it smells good. What is that smell?

“I just made some tea, would you like a cup?”

Drinking? Apparently you can’t hide your expression because Seokjin's responding smile is mirthful. “Haven’t changed much, have you?”

“I suppose not, no.”

There’s no time to dilly dally like this. If you’re not back in the office soon, there’ll be questions you won’t know how to answer without twisting the truth. An angel can’t be going around telling lies. It’s uncouth.

Seokjin busies himself at the table while you unroll the documents. The scroll is horribly long, but eventually you find the line you missed all those years ago. You cough to get his attention, and he looks up and takes the scroll from your outstretched hand.

But then he starts to read. Oh goodness gracious. You hadn’t expected that. He seemed the sort that wouldn’t get hung up on the details, that would trust an angel (one like yourself in particular) implicitly. It’s offensive, actually, that he doesn’t trust that you’re not trying to pull the wool over his eyes, even though that might be exactly what you were trying to do. Are you not trustworthy? Are you not angelic?

Seokjin frowns. Uh oh.

“You’re taking my miracles?”

“Uh-”

“Why?”

“Well- uh. It’s protocol, you see.”

Seokjin stares. The silence is palpable.

“You fucked up.”

You gasp. “Don’t curse!”

“You did!” he says, eyes wild. “You fucked up when you sent me down here!”

There’s heat creeping up your neck.

“It really doesn’t need to be such a big to-do,” you splutter. “Just sign the form, and I’ll be on my way and then you’ll be back in Heaven in no time at all!”

“But I won’t have my miracles?”

“You’ll get them back on your return!”

“What if I need them?”

“You won’t.”

“I’ve needed them a lot, actually,” Seokjin insists. “You’ve no idea how many sticky situations I’ve been in thanks to all the creatures our Heavenly Mother made!”

“Oh!” you exclaim. “Have you seen a tiger yet? Those are my favourite.”

Seokjin looks like he might slap you.

The door opens.

“Seokjinie-hyung! We’re back!”

We? Who’s we?

We are three men, one short, one tall, and one somewhere in the middle.

The room is very suddenly too small and too quiet as all of you stare at each other.

The small one’s eyes, wide and curious, dart between you and Seokjin.

“Who’s this, Seokjin hyung?”

“Uh-” you say.

“Uhh-” says Seokjin.

You can’t think of a human name. Not a single, blasted one comes to mind. Of course, humans know angels exist, but you can’t go around telling everyone who you are when you’re not exactly here on official business. Their mouths blabber too much. Word on Earth gets around faster than in Heaven.

“This is-”

“Oh my God-” the somewhere-in-the-middle one exclaims, while you grimace. “You’re that angel hyung told us about!”

You turn to glare at Seokjin, who is all of sudden very interested in the wood grain on the table. His ears are strawberry red. Strawberries were one of your ideas, you’d know that colour anywhere.

“You told them?” you say, incredulously. “What were you thinking?”

Seokjin sighs. “They’re not going to say anything.”

“Yeah!” the small one says. “Don’t worry, we’ve kept Seokijn hyung’s secret for two cent-”

He’s cut off by a loud cough from the tall one, but you’re not stupid. Humans aren’t supposed to be alive that long anymore, not since The Great Flood when God finally got sick of Noah and his bothersome family - that was one of the few memos you read.

“Seokjin-” you say slowly. He’s pointedly looking everywhere else but your face. “Are these the same humans you told me about during our first meeting?”

The small one grins. “Oh hyung, I knew you loved us more than you let on.”

Two centuries they’ve been alive - at least. Oh Goodness. You need to report it, but how could you without telling them you didn’t do your job properly.

“You don’t need to say anything to Heaven,” Seokjin says. “What they don’t know doesn’t hurt them.”

“The protocol-” you start, but you’re cut off by a groan.

“Fuck the protocol! Don’t you want to think for yourself for once? Didn’t She give us free will for a reason?”

“She gave them free will, not us!” you reason. “We’re to do as we’re told!”

“Why? What for?”

“The Great Plan!”

“The Great Plan-” he parrots in the most condescending tone. “-is supposed to be ineffable. If we knew what was in it, we wouldn’t have a choice. If I didn’t have free will, I wouldn’t have been able to turn them into vampires.”

You frown, confused. Vampires weren’t in the handbook, but then you never could keep up. “What’s a vampire?”

Seokjin swallows thickly. “Uh. Nevermind that. The point is, if this wasn’t in The Great Plan, if it wasn’t written, would I have even been able to do it?”

The thought gives you pause. He’s got a point, actually. The Archangels talk often of fate and destiny and what She wrote. No one knows the plan, of course, and it can change at Her will, but the whole point of this charade is that you’re all to trust in God’s Plan, regardless of what happens.

There’s a long moment of silence. The three men- or rather, vampires- are still just standing there watching the two of you argue.

The small one finally breaks the tension and introduces himself. “I’m Jimin,” he says.

You nod, and give your name. He repeats it, butchering the pronunciation, but of course you expected that. Humans have never quite managed to get their tongue around it. You muse for a moment if you should give yourself a more human name, like Seokjin, but your thoughts are interrupted by the large one.

“I’m Namjoon,” he says, and points to the last one, who gives a tentative wave. “This is Taehyung.”

You nod again, and start to feel a little ridiculous.

Okay, so the plan needs to be adjusted. You can’t take away Seokjin’s miracles without getting him to undo whatever he did to the human-vampires.

“How long have you all been alive?”

Namjoon glances at Seokjin, who nods. “Around three hundred years.”

“Okay,” you say. “And do you plan on dying any time soon?”

The three of them stare at you. “It’s not something we’d considered, no,” whispers Jimin.

“Right,” you say, and then turn to Seokjin. “You need to fix this, make them human again. I’ve got to go, they’ll be looking for me, but I’ll be back soon to check in on you so you’d better have done it by then.”

Seokjin’s Adam's apple bobs in his throat. It’s… somewhat pleasant to look at.

“Pleasure to meet you everyone,” you say tightly to Seokjin’s friends. “Enjoy the rest of your lives.”

You catch their confused expressions shift into something horrified before you appear back at your desk in Heaven. It leaves you befuddled. That was a perfectly pleasant first interaction with humans that are aware of your celestial-ness - you’re not quite sure what they could be so bothered about.

827 BC

Early Autumn. 8:12am. Current Earthly conditions: foggy

It’s another fifty years or so before you can catch a break long enough to get back down to Earth. The shack has improved drastically - quite the pleasant looking home in fact. There’s flower boxes on the windowsills that are covered in a light morning dew, but the plants seem hardy. Purples and yellows. Dainty looking little things. You wonder what they might be.

The door opens as you bend to smell them, and you look up to find the angel wrapped up in the largest item of clothing you’ve ever seen for something that just seems to be used for a neck. It’s ever so bright. Mismatched colours and patterns that don’t seem to line up. One end of it drags along the floor. Seokjin doesn’t appear too pleased to see you.

“What are you wearing?” you ask, amused.

“Taehyung made me a scarf.”

“It’s very big.”

Seokjin glares.

“Did you really come to ruin my life so early in the morning?”

You roll your eyes. “You’re immortal. I hardly doubt this little blip will destroy you. More like God would if you don’t pull it together.”

“I could say the same about you.”

He’s got you there. But as you hold his gaze something in the air shifts, and he reluctantly lets you in. This time you take his offer of a cup of tea. You take a tentative sip, and it warms your belly in such an unexpected way. The weight of the cup is heavy in your hand, and the warmth of it seeps into your palm. It’s rather nice.

You sit at the same table he had fifty-something years ago. There’s a few more marks in the woodwork by now.

“Shall we get it over with then?” he says. “Where do I need to sign?”

You stop his hastiness with a gentle touch to his arm. He stares at your hand.

“Did you get everything in order first?” you ask.

Seokjin coughs. “Yes, of course.”

His ears are strawberry red again. The colour really is pretty, you’re glad you chose it. You’re glad you see it in other things, even if they are the tips of this angel’s ears.

“They’re dead?”

“Not yet,” he says, lips twisting bitterly around the words. “They’re living out the rest of their lives. You might get a chance to see them, if you stay awhile. They said they’d be popping by later.”

“Oh,” you say, surprised. “Well, I suppose that’s something. You know, I am really sorry about that. I thought about it after my last visit, and I think I understand now why you’d want to keep your friends around for longer.”

“Feeling lonely up there?” he asks, voice gentler than usual.

“No!” You snort with (only slightly put on) derision. “Of course not. Too busy for such a thing as loneliness.”

He chuckles. “Maybe I wasn’t busy enough then.”

You ignore what feels like a thimbleful of sadness dropping into your stomach.

Seokjin does most of the talking while you drink your tea. He talks about what he does down here - cooking mostly, but also a little pottery. He’s been training under a man called Yoongi. Says he made the cups you’re holding, and you inspect them. They’re quite ugly, thick and uneven- and you’re about to say as such, but Seokjin looks proud, so you smile and tell him he did very well, and that you like the colour of the clay. You wish you could bottle the way he beams.

All too soon the tea is finished, and Seokjin signs the document. It’s done. His eyes still shine, if a little less bright now.

“What now?” he asks.

You suck in a breath. “Your miracles are in trust until your return to Heaven. Until then you can live as a human. More or less.”

His eyes snap up. “I’m still immortal, right?”

“Oh of course,” you say with a laugh. “You think they’d go through all this trouble just to risk you being eaten by a giraffe?”

“Do you know anything about Earth?” Seokjin says it like you’re an idiot. “At all?”

You’re tempted to roll your eyes. “I know plenty-”

“Name one thing,” he interrupts, crossing his arms and looking at you with an almost amused expression.

You draw your shoulders back. You’ll give him three. “It weighs five point nine-seven septillion kilograms.”

Seokjin blinks three times fast. You must’ve caught him off guard with your knowledge. Good.

“It’s made up of thirty-two point one percent iron, fifteen point one percent silic-”

“Alright,” Seokjin says, lips twisting into a small smile. “I get it. You don’t need to prove yourself.”

You grin, ever so pleased with yourself, and Seokjin laughs.

“You’re cute.”

“What?”

“Cute,” he repeats. “It’s a compliment.”

“Oh,” you say, wondering why reciting facts from the Earth’s handbook would warrant a compliment on your character. “Okay…” You look down at your mug and see it’s empty and you’re struck with a surprising pang of disappointment. The tea was really rather good, it’s something of a pity as you realise you won’t be able to make it the same back in Heaven.

“Well, I’d better get going. Paperwork to do. Miracles to take.”

“Of course,” says Seokjin, and stands to see you off. “If you visit again will you let me know in advance?”

“Why?”

“I’ll make dinner.”

You smile without thinking. “I don’t eat, Seokjin.”

“You know,” he says, in a very matter of fact tone. “Despite the fact that every time we meet you’re taking away something of mine, I’m growing quite fond of our meetings.”

You blink.

His eyes are so big and gentle and- “Let me know- okay?” he says with earnest.

“Okay,” you promise, already wondering when you could possibly get away long enough to watch Seokjin eat dinner.

“Would you like to take some flowers with you?” he asks suddenly. “I saw you smelling them.”

“Oh! Ye-” you start, and then you think better of it. So you plaster on a smile and say “No, that’s quite alright, I can whip some of my own up in no time at all.”

Seokjin nods. He looks like he’s going to say something else, but time is getting on and you’re not used to these odd goodbye rituals the humans (and this angel in particular) seem so fond of, so with a flash of a smile you’re back in Heaven. Seokjin and his lovely brown eyes remain on Earth.

Your office looks so bland in comparison to Seokjin's home.

It takes a second to notice that the cup he gave you is still in your hand, remnants of the sweet tea drying on the bottom. You briefly consider going back down, just to hand it over and say goodbye properly, but in walks Turiel to squash any ideas you have about leaving your post again.

“Great, you’re finally back,” he says, dumping a stack of files on your desk. “We’re swamped.”

“What happened?” you exclaim. You’re barely able to see him over the pile.

“Some bright spark in Organisms made a new virus. Let it loose in Greece without proper authorisation, killed half of them,” he says with a frustrated sigh. “The higher ups are fretting because one of the dead ones was supposed to be a prophet.”

Oh dear.

Turiel leaves without display. No time for pleasantries like offerings of tea and flowers up here. You sigh, dejected.

Being around Seokjin makes you wistful for things you didn’t know you wanted. You set the mug on your desk, turning it to and fro so you get a view of the prettier side- and with the smallest of miracles, there grows delicate flowers, in purple and yellow.

#bts fic #bts fanfction #seokjin x you #seokjin fanfic #seokjin x reader #bts fanfic #bts seokjin #seokjin fluff #jin x you #jin x reader #thank u for reading #fic: don't let me tempt you #ksj x reader #ksj fic #ksj fluff #bee writes

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bonny-kookoo · 1 year

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Can we maybe get a tongue tied Drabble where mc joins one of the boys (or all of the boys) during a vlive? I can just imagine her being super shy and quiet at first, but after a while she gets more comfortable and even talks to army. Just imagine her getting super excited everytime someone comments on how cute/pretty she is 😭

Initially, Seokjin had just wanted to do a regular livestream. But then, Jungkook had randomly visited with you in tow- and so, now, today, the regular live turned into a special one.

"Everyone, it's JK and our puppy!" He offers into his phone still standing on the table, and at that, your tail stops wagging as you realize why his phone is there in the first place.

Jungkook can't help but laugh for a second at your sudden reaction. "You can sit on the side if you don't wanna be on camera." He softly tells you, taking your jacket from you as you slowly take it off, a bit uncomfortable now at the prospect of the fans watching.

It's all fine and dandy when you're with everyone. But today, it's clear that you were with Jungkook only, so it might fuel some not so nice comments. Every staff had warned you about that, after all; don't initiate skinship, don't look at them too much, don't talk to them or in general, just sit there and be pretty.

Maybe if you go that route here too, it might not be that bad?

You sit down in a corner just like Jungkook had offered you, but surprisingly, the chatting fans aren't at all happy about that. Comments flood the screen about where you've gone to, why you're not visible, if you're shy. "Ah, yes, she's a bit shy." Jin says gently, laughing when you look up at that, looking at him from behind his phone. "She usually sits on Jungkookies lap all day!" He jokes, making you absolutely horrified at the potential comments this could cause.

But Jin only laughs as he reads what's flowing in. "Someone said 'I would take that seat too if I could' yes! He's got some strong thighs!" He laughs, hitting the maknae's legs in a joking manner, making the singer shake his head as he hits back.

"Ah, she's not permanently living with me! She just stays over sometimes." Jungkook refers to some comments confused as to why you were with the youngest of the group in the first place. "We don't want her being alone so much, so she's with one of us most of the time." He explains.

"We should go fishing with Yoongi!" Seokjin tells you, and your tail starts to wag as you nod with excitement. "Ah, you're all so unfortunate you can't see her! She's so cute!" He laughs his signature laugh, making you blush, and the comments complain over the lack of you in the picture.

"Does she get into trouble if she's on live? Ah, no, we wouldn't let that happen." Jungkook denies a fan in the chat who's asked about the rules. "I didn't even know he was live, to be honest." He shrugs, looking at Seokjin who now leans back on the couch, holding out his hands.

"Come on now, I never get to have you close, it's unfair!" He complains, and you hesitate, looking between him and Jungkook constantly. "Army, she doesn't like me. I knew it. She only likes our Jungkookie, no one else." He shakes his head in fake disappointment, and at that you slowly get up from the floor to walk closer and pat the head he's got in his hands as he fake-cries.

Immediately, at the sight of you petting the oldest's head, the comments erupt into hearts and emojis. Sure, there's the occasional question as to why you can't just leave or why you have to be there in the first place, but surprisingly, most seem to be happy. "Ah, finally! Now come here!" He laughs, sitting you on one of his legs where you sit, watching the different emojis flood in.

Everything else is too fast to read- but it's not like you could read it any slower either.

"They're all saying how pretty you are." Jungkook picks up on your disappointment, pointing at the phone. "See? Hearts. So many hearts for you." He chuckles when your tail starts to wag, the prospect of being in front of a live audience not too scary any longer.

And though you stay quiet for the entire duration of the livestream, it definitely made your reputation skyrocket practically overnight- news outlets covering every significant moment of the live, while others post screenshots and short clips on multiple social media platforms. The agency itself doesn't like that at all-

Because once the public begins to love you too much, it'll be impossible to get rid of you again.

At least not in the way they had planned.

But for the band, it's absolute heaven on earth watching all the positive comments and reactions from people. After all, they already love you more than enough to want to keep you-

And with rebels like Seokjin who will do what he wants anyways, your place is basically set in stone already.

Because you're not just something for publicity anymore, or social therapy-

You're part of the pack.

#bts imagine #bts fanfic #bts fic #jungkook imagine #hybrid imagine #seokjin imagine #jin imagine

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chicken-fifi · 2 months

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BTS Reaction | Your Niece/Nephew is Possessive Over You

Pairing: BTS Members x Fem!Reader

Requested by anon: May I please request part 2 of bts headcanons? when they try to get close to their crush (like hug her, wrap their arms around her shoulder etc.) their crush's niece or nephew (18 month old) won't let them. The baby is really possessive of their aunt and doesn't like anyone touching her.

A/n: for once i feel like i'm a little bit ahead and being rather productive, but i sill feel very much behind on writing.... anyways i have a funny story to tell that connects to this request. we've all heard about my story thinking my cousin's pregnant wife was fat because she hadn't gone to the bathroom in days right (if not i will find the story later). well that cousin has a younger brother to whom my late aunt is a godparent. every year for my aunt's birthday he would give her a hug and every year my younger brother would fight him for it because he didn't like other people hugging my aunt. he was very jealous and possessive. little ramble, but reminded me of this little memory. happy reading! also for the sake of the this reaction, the situations take place short after the each member is introduced to the niece/nephew from the previous reactions which can be found on the main BTS masterlist.

Tunes: n/a

Jin:

Initially your niece was very wary of Seokjin

Often eyeing him with a lot of suspicious

Especially when he was extremely close to you

It was your birthday when the little girl had first seen the strange man hug you

And while she had seen other people hug before

Something did not sit right with her about sharing her favorite aunt with someone else

She’s promptly separates the two of you giving him a very angry side eye

She’s come a long way we’ll say that

Suga:

We a stubborn niece here

She refused to even acknowledge Yoongi’s presence for long time

Everytime he arrive to any family function she’d make a beeline to you, pulling you away from him

If she feels you’ve spent too much time him over her

You better believe she will feign some sadness or injury to get your attention

But lord forbid she see him hugging you

She’s quick to stop that without a single ounce of hesitation shouting ‘no’ at the top of her lungs

It’s kind of hard to believe he won her over in the end

J-Hope:

This one honestly hurts me to think about

Hoseok also feels extremely upset about the fact that your nephew doesn’t like him one bit

He’d heard you talk so much about the boy and the aunt-nephew bond the two of you have this is so special to you

So naturally he gets excited to meet the boy he’s heard so much about

And that boy hates him

And he quite literally doesn’t know what to do with himself

With how important you’ve said he is to you

He’s afraid this is a deal breaker

If he’s near you and you’re nephew is present

He’s receiving the most judgemental and vaguely threatening stares from the boy

To think that boy would soon be clinging to him like a monkey

RM:

You niece loves many things that you love

Namjoon was originally not included in that list

Sharing you with him?

Nope.

Negative.

Not in a million years

She tries her hardest to keep you with her at all times

But remember she’s very intelligent

She knows you like him a lot

So she eventually caves and it’s for the better

Why didn’t she like him sooner!?

He gives her so much praise!

Jimin:

Jimin laughs at your nephew’s antics

He think it’s endearing that the little boy loves you so much

Even goes out of his way to get him riled up sometimes

But he doesn’t like it when the little guy screams anytime he goes near the two of you

It’s so cute

He’ll gladly get yelled at for the laughs

But he seriously needs to win the little guy over

And boy is he going to try everything he can think of

Silent hater

You nephew opts to simply cling to you while side eyeing Taehyung

Taehyung tries so hard to get the little guy to like him

And it’s so stranger that he doesn’t

He refused to leave the two of you alone in any room

Cockblock much?

He’ll gently push him away from you and take over any hugs and kisses

At some point though he does give in just a little bit

Jungkook:

Your niece does like Jeongguk

A lot actually

But she doesn’t like him taking you away from her

When he’s around you give him all your attention and not her

She doesn’t like that so she tries to get the two of you separate

She clings to you like crazy and just stares at him and pushes him away when she feels he’s too close

She warms up the quickest out everyone else though

It’s really hard not to like her aunt’s cute boyfriend

#kpop #kpop reactions #bts #bts masterlist #bts reactions #rm #jin #suga #j-hope #jimin #v #jungkook

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ahundredtimesover · 1 year

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Seeing the new greeting message from jin made me think of the tlods couple 🥹 imagine it's mother's day but he had to go on a bussiness trip so he ordered a hundred rose flower bouquet for OC but it's missing one rose. Oc thought the store made a little mistake and when seokjin called her later in the night he's holding a single rose and told her that he'd deliver the missing rose to her when he gets home from the trip 🥰

tags/warnings: kissing; suggestive

A/N: This was too cute to pass up. Missing Jin hours everyday! I hope you enjoy this one. 🥰 Pls also check #Extras:TLODS for the previous drabbles!

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“Delivery for Mrs. Kim.”

You’d chuckle if it wasn’t rude, but only because the small-statured woman standing at your doorstep has her entire face covered by the huge bouquet of roses so it looks like they can actually talk. She’s almost cradling them, and you’re too stunned at the velvety red color that she has to ask if you’re Mrs. Kim in the absence of a response.

“Oh yes, that’s me,” you finally say, taking the flowers from her and inhaling their sweet, luscious smell.

“That’s our best variety. And one of our most expensive, too,” the woman smiles. “Your husband really wants you to feel special.”

“He does that all the time,” you smile back, signing the paper she hands out to you then bidding her goodbye.

You walk towards the kitchen and place the bouquet on the counter, admiring just how stunning it looks. The flowers look so classic and elegant, and the giddiness at the thought of your husband making sure you get something from him this Mother’s Day even if he’s miles away makes your cheeks hurt from smiling.

“Eomma, flowews!” Sena squeals from her high chair, as you’d just finished feeding her lunch.

Her smile is as sweet as her father’s, with her plump cheeks and bright eyes. It makes you miss him more when he’s on a business trip that takes weeks.

“Yes, Princess. They’re pretty, aren’t they?”

She nods and surprisingly patiently watches as you take the card with a note in front that says to the loveliest, most gorgeous wife and mother in the whole world who’s so lucky to have married me.

You laugh at the words, imagining Jin saying them theatrically like he would.

You open it and smile even more.

A rose for every hour of the day that I love you, the card says. Twenty-four hours isn’t actually enough but know that I love you hard during each one. Thank you for agreeing to do this crazy journey of parenthood with me, as if marrying me wasn’t a headache enough. You’ve given me the best gift there is. Sena is as bright, and loving, and charming (this is mostly because of me though) because of you. Happy Mother’s Day. I love you so much and I can’t wait to see you.

True to form, you laugh and smile as you read his almost-love letter. You know he tends to mask his emotions with humor and you honestly wouldn’t have it any other way. You do agree that marrying him is a headache sometimes, but you also can’t imagine your life turning out any differently. You love him just as much, more than you can actually really say.

“Will you help me put these in vases, Sena?” You turn to the little one.

“Yes!” She chirps.

You decide to get 2 vases before pulling her from her chair and sitting her on the counter, with her excitedly observing the flowers that you’re unwrapping. You let her smell them then give her one to put on the vase that you’ve filled with water. Sena hugs it though, not wanting to let it go.

“Eomma, it’s pwetty like me!” She says.

“Yes it is, Princess,” you laugh, knowing exactly where she got that from.

Her father would always say it about himself; you know he’s come to tell Sena that she’s as pretty as many things, too - flowers, for one. And especially the moon.

“Now, could you help eomma put these inside the vases and count them for me?” You ask, wanting her to practice her numbers whenever she can.

She nods ecstatically and places the one she’s holding inside the glass container. You give her a piece right after doing so, counting with her as she goes.

“23!” She squeals, smiling brightly as she refuses to put away the supposed last stem. “I did it, eomma!”

“You did, my sweet little girl,” you say, booping her nose before giving her a kiss. “Now, appa said there should be 24 in here so there’s one missing. Let me just call the shop and make sure, okay?”

You’re about to search up the store’s number when your phone rings, the photo of Sena pulling Jin’s hair while he winces in pain appearing on the screen.

You greet your husband with a smile and it widens once you see it matches yours. He loves his job but being apart is always the hardest; you know he looks forward to these calls just as much as you do.

“Did you like my surprise? I’m quite the romantic, aren’t I?” He smirks.

“I did, and you are. Quite cocky, too,” you chuckle. “But thank you, love. They’re really beautiful; Sena thinks they’re as pretty as her.”

“She’s obviously prettier but I’m glad she’s learning how to be confident,” he laughs. “How does it look? And can I see her?”

You turn the camera to show him the flowers inside the vases, saying you want to put one in the kitchen and one in your bedroom. Sena says hi to him but is too preoccupied with her rose to have a conversation.

“They do look nice,” he hums in satisfaction.

“Yes. They’re also incomplete,” you inform him. “I’m guessing they should be 2 dozens because of your very on-brand note but they’re just 23. Perhaps the store forgot it?”

“Actually… no,” he hums. “I have the last one here.”

And just as he says, he shows you the 24th stem of rose, velvet red and luscious like the ones in front of you.

“So, uh, why is it with you?” You ask.

“I thought I deserved one, too, since I’m part of the reason why you’re a mother,” he shrugs, causing you to laugh exasperatedly because sometimes, you really don’t know why you married this man.

“I’m kidding, babe,” he laughs now, enjoying your slightly annoyed face. “I mean, that’s true but I just wanted another bit of surprise.”

“The surprise being that I expected 24 but only got 23 because you’re such a pain in the ass?”

“Not in front of our child!” He gasps dramatically. “But no, not really. I want you to look forward to something when I arrive in a few days.”

“Kim Seokjin, you give me a headache everyday but I love you and I always look forward to seeing you. That’s all I need - for you to come home safely and then make it up to me for being away.”

At your words, he blushes. He can’t deny that much as he hates having to leave his family regularly because of his job, he does enjoy the welcome home sex you both have every time.

“And I will, I promise,” he smiles softly now. “I just felt like being dramatic, that’s all.”

“Oh, I’m not surprised,” you playfully shake your head. “But thank you again. You know I love being a mother and a big reason is you. You make it so fun and so fulfilling. Sena’s just as lucky to have you as her father.”

You don’t miss the longing in his eyes. You know it’s times like now when he feels bad because he thinks he’s away too much, leaving you to take care of Sena on your own. You always understood what’s required of him, and you never complained; being with your daughter is an adventure on its own, and you want nothing more than for your husband to know that despite all the challenges of parenthood and of his job, you don’t want anything else other than the life you both have now. He makes up for everything all the time; sometimes more.

“Well, I’ve got a meeting to prepare for,” he says guiltily. “I’ll call you again, okay? And don’t worry, the last rose will be even prettier than those because I’ll hand deliver it to you.”

You get another laugh in before giving the phone to Sena who now wants to tell him about your morning at the park, and much as you know that Jin absolutely needs to prepare for his meeting tonight, there’s no doubt that he’d give all his attention to his daughter when she asks for it.

It’s another half hour before you and your daughter finally put down the phone, and the scent of the flowers overtaking your home reminds you that no matter the distance, Jin will always be around to remind you how love is supposed to feel like.

You mentally count the days until your husband gets home, wanting nothing more than to feel the warmth of his hug and his expert hands massaging the sore parts of your body. You love product evaluations, but you spend too much time on your feet; your brain goes overdrive that headaches are immediate and constant.

Two more nights and you’ll get to see him again, you sigh to yourself. You decide to give your team another break, knowing that this is mentally draining for them as well. You remove your coat and head towards your office, wanting to sneak in a power nap before getting back to work.

Your eyes widen once you get to your desk and see a red rose laying on top of it. It’s bigger, more luscious, deeper in color and somehow more majestic than the ones you received 3 days ago. You inhale its scent and smile dreamily, knowing that Jin really made sure to give you something breathtakingly beautiful like this.

“You like it?”

Your husband’s voice causes you to curse in surprise, even more when you turn around to see him leaning by the wall.

“Oh god, Jin. You scared me,” you scowl, prompting him to laugh.

“Thought I’d surprise you,” he shrugs, closing the door then flicking the switch that shuts your blinds for privacy.

He stands in the middle of the room, donned in a black 3-piece suit with his hands in his pockets, looking stunning as always.

“Well, I was surprised. I thought you won’t be back until the weekend,” you say.

“One meeting was canceled so I just moved up the other one so I could get home right away,” he explains, walking towards you now.

You mindlessly step back until you’re leaning on the edge of your table, ultimately getting caged by him. He smells so good, and he might’ve just come from a flight but your husband looks fresh and gorgeous, unlike you who probably reeks of onion and spices.

“I spent Mother’s Day away from you and I wanted to make it up to you as soon as possible,” he continues, his eyes turning lustful as he inches closer to you.

“Well you could, back home,” you chuckle, swallowing hard as you see him eye your lips.

“I could also do it now,” he counters, smirking before he crashes his mouth onto yours, his soft lips and skillful tongue rendering you speechless and pliant.

You submit immediately, moaning against his lips until you catch yourself and pull back. He doesn’t relent though, as he takes the chance to move down your neck, staying there so he could plant open-mouthed kisses all over it.

“Jin,” you moan, missing the way he feels, especially with his hand sneaking around your waist to pull you closer. “I know you run this company but, uh, we shouldn’t be doing this.”

“My father won’t fire me,” he hums against your skin.

“He could,” you answer back, drawing in a breath once he hits that sensitive spot of yours. “Or he could fire me. Or both of us. You’ll never know.”

Jin doesn’t want to argue. He also knows you’re right. You’ve both never been bold at the office, not wanting to take advantage of either of your positions to do something clearly unprofessional, so he pulls back, only to lean his forehead against yours, his nose tenderly caressing yours.

“I just missed you. But yes, I should stop. And do everything I want to do to you back home.”

“That would be preferable,” you laugh, softly kissing his lips before you fix his wrinkled suit.

“The rose is beautiful, Jin. Thank you.”

“You’re welcome. It’s a different variety and it stood out to me when I dropped by the store earlier.”

“I’m sure Sena would love this, too.”

He smiles at the thought of your daughter. He’s missed her terribly, too. He called last night and she read him one of her books. She couldn’t read everything so she made up her own fairytale and it was the most adorable thing. It seemed like a normal occurrence to you, though. It may seem sad, but he thinks it’s special that you let him experience the joy of being a parent on his own without forcing it, without making him feel like he’s lacking or missing out on too many things. Sena adores you, but she adores him just as much. You’re a superwoman in so many ways and he really lucked out in marrying you.

“So, I have this conference in LA in 3 weeks. I was thinking maybe you and Sena can join me? We can extend the trip to spend a few days in Disneyland,” he says. “She’s probably big enough for a long-haul flight, yeah?”

“She is,” you smile, liking the sound of joining him for a business trip with your daughter. “I think she’d love that.”

“Okay, good,” he smiles. “I had Yoongi buy a Minnie Mouse headband when we were in Japan so we could surprise her.”

“Are you serious? I’m sure he cussed you out when you asked him to.”

“Well, he actually had a free day and decided to go there himself,” Jin hums.

“Well of course. Dara loves Disneyland,” you laugh, feeling giddy at how Yoongi had softened because of your best friend.

“Ah, I should’ve known,” Jin laughs. “It’s what gave me the idea so I had him buy some stuff. Now I can’t wait to tell Sena.”

“She’ll be so excited, love. And thank you, again,” you say, glancing at the rose before pulling him for a kiss. “I hope you know I’m a good mother because you’re an amazing partner. I can’t do this without you.”

“Yah, stop being so sweet to me or else I’m gonna want another baby!”

You stare at him in shock but his pouty face tells you he seems serious.

“That’s a conversation for another day, yeah?” You manage to say, not having considered having another child this soon.

But later on when you both get home and he peppers Sena with kisses, and when he surprises her with the news, and when he falls asleep with her lying on top of his chest after he’d just sang her her favorite lullaby, you start to think that maybe having another little one wouldn’t be so bad.

#seokjin fluff #extras:tlods

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sailoryooons · 10 months

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Filled Requests

All filled requests from milestone events, Hali's Happy Agust or otherwise are listed here. These cannot be found on my main masterlist.

Note: Requests are only open for special events. Please check my nav to see if requests are open before sending a request.

JIN

The Store | Request Fill | Enemies to ?

For as long as you’ve worked at the upscale grocery store in the northern part of the city, you’ve hated Seokjin. He’s charming and smooth and you’re always fighting for employee of the month. It isn’t until you both show up at a house in the middle of the night that you realize how much you have in common.

YOONGI

Coffee Mates | Request Fill | Fluff

Summary: Every day, Yoongi works at the coffee shop in his little corner of the world. Every day, you come in and order the same thing, sitting in the same booth. The only problem is, Yoongi is pretty sure you don’t know that you’re one of the few humans in a faerie coffee shop.

Dandelions | Request Fill | Fluff

Summary: Sometimes it feels like the world freezes, capturing a single memory that you know you’ll keep forever. Since dating Yoongi, your life is full of them. Yoongi just happens to create more core memories on a simple road trip.

Evening Rain | Request Fill | Fluff

Summary: These types of evenings are your favorite: night in, rain against the window, and your boyfriend curled over a book, glasses sliding down his nose and hair mused.

Fallen | Request Fill | Angels and Demons | Angst | Enemies to Something

Summary: Injured and separated from the rest of your scouting group, you find yourself in the unlikely hands of a demon. After spending time with him though, you decide he’s not so bad after all.

Summary: Jungkook loves reading his smutty vampire comic and so what if he fashions himself a little bit after the main character. Yoongi finds it wildly offensive. Every day he has to watch Jungkook play at being ominous and spooky - and okay, maybe it’s a little cute. But it’s mostly offensive, and Yoongi would know. He’s a vampire, after all.

Fireside | Request Fill | Fluff | Smut

Summary: A cozy trip to the woods is exactly what you and Yoongi need to manage your stress. You especially love the moments when Yoongi gets to enjoy you right by the fireside.

Getaway | Request Fill | Smut

Summary: Your tropical honeymoon is planned down to the very minute to get the most out of your trip but it seems that Yoongi has plans of throwing off your itinerary every time his hands touch you.

Heartache | Request Fill | Angst | Smut

Summary: Unresolved feelings lead to nothing but heartache when you run into Yoongi at a wedding five years after breaking up. Especially when you realize that despite Yoongi have feelings for you, there is still another woman on his arm.

Hunt | Request Fill | Werewolves AU | a/b/o | PWP

Summary: Your alpha wants to go on a hunt through the woods. Who are you to deny him?

In the Morning | Request Fill | a/b/o | Smut

Summary: It doesn’t get much better than waking up every morning next to your mate. Especially when he decides to make you breakfast.

Let Me | Request Fill | Friends to Lovers | PWP

Summary: Yoongi admits he’s never had a blowjob in his life. You want to rectify that.

Off My Face | Request Fill | Angst

Summary: Yoongi has been in love with you for as long as he can remember. He has followed you down every curve in the road, over every mountain, and through every river for you. But you’re his best friend, and your love was always meant for someone else.

Paper Rings | Request Fill | Established Relationship | Fluff

Summary: Yoongi cheers you up in the kitchen after a bad day, reminding you of just how much you love him.

Quite for Me, Yeah? | Request Fill | Established Relationship | PWP

Summary: Yoongi wakes you up early in the morning in the best way possible. Only rule: don’t wake up Namjoon who sleeps just a few feet away from you.

Right Here | Request Full | Friends to Lovers | Comfort

Summary: You’re tired of the revolving door of boys in your life. Yoongi is tired of watching you nurse feelings in the quiet of your apartment.

Summary: samsara [sɘm-sӓr-ɘ](noun) : the indefinitely repeated cycles of birth, misery, and death caused by karma. OR: Yoongi has made a terrible mistake that has bound Jimin to a life of endless grief.

Yoongi is none too pleased about the movie that Seokjin has selected for the weekly movie night. You know just how to cheer him up.

Sunday Chores | Request Fill | Established Relationship | Dom/Sub Dynamics

Summary: Sunday is chores day in your house. It’s been that way since before your marriage to Yoongi. Except this Sunday, he surprises you with a little twist in your routine.

Sunder | Request Fill | Fated Lovers | Angst | Smut

Sunder (sun·der) transitive verb : to break apart or in two : to separate by or as if by violence or by intervening time or space

Track 11 | Request Fill | Established Relationship | PWP

Summary: Yoongi has been lacking inspiration in the studio. When one of his coworkers suggests using some out-of-the-box background effects for his music, Yoongi realizes that you’re the perfect person to help him.

Twelve | Request Fill | Magic | Enemies to Something Crack

Summary: When the red string of fate appears around your ankle, you have twelve days to find your fated partner or die. That’s how the spell works - that’s how fate has always run Her business. There is one, very inconvenient witch who keeps getting in your way, though, and you might just kill each other before your mark does.

Witch | Request Fill | Enemies to Lovers | Urban Fantasy | Smut

Summary: For years, you and Yoongi have played cat and mouse. It’s his duty to rid the world of witches, but he always finds a new excuse to let you slip through his fingers. When you find yourself at his mercy, you wonder if the great witch hunter will finally end your game of chase, or if there’s something that will stay his hand.

NAMJOON

Just This | Established Relationship | Domestic Fluff

Summary: After a stressful day at work, you go home brimming with tears and frustration. Thankfully, Namjoon is always willing to help and soothe you with open arms.

JIMIN

TAEHYUNG

Midnight | Request Fill | Fluff | Established Relationship | Taehyung x reader

Summary: Taehyung loves being your prince charming, even if it means trying to find where you’ve wandered off to in the middle of a Halloween party without your shoes.

JUNGKOOK

#requests masterlist #sorry i know this is long and will appear on dash long casue i'm not using a read more lkgndfngodfgin

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yoongisleftshoulder · 1 year

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BTS Reacts: Teacher S/O Sings to BTS While Making Gifts for Their Students

Seokjin:

Jin definitely accompanied you to the store to buy all of the supplies you needed, acting as a candy expert to help you choose. When the two of you returned home, he started clearing the dining room table and prepared the items you purchased. Sparkling ribbons, chrome gift bags, and every sweet you could think of was sprawled across the table's surface. Before you sat down to join your boyfriend, you decided to put on some music. Right away, you turned the volume on your phone all the way up. Suddenly, Airplane pt. 2 started blasting through the house. Jin locked eyes with you as you began to passionately sing along to the tune. You noticed that he was staring and started to stumble over the lyrics. He started laughing and told you to keep going, don't let him stop you.

Yoongi:

You and all seven of the boys were piled into you and Yoongi's shared apartment. That night, everyone was having a casual get together, doing nothing in particular. Jin and Hoseok were spending some time in the kitchen, trying out a new cake recipe. Namjoon and Jimin were seated at the dining table talking about god knows what. Taehyung and Jungkook were being your craft buddies on the living room floor.

Your students deserved a special gift in the form of gift bags filled with sweet candies. You planned on just doing all one hundred of them yourself, originally, but the two boys were way too curious to pass up the opportunity of helping. Yoongi was standing at the edge of your kitchen, leaning on the archway, drink in hand, watching over your activities from afar. Out of nowhere, you started to giggle and began singing Butter. Taehyung and Jungkook joined in immediately, giving the best acapella performance of their life. Yoongi pretended to be annoyed and protest the sound. He would go as far as pinching the bridge of his nose and dipping his head down as if he had a headache. You laughed loudly at his opposition, turning to the two boys, who also started laughing. As soon as you turned away, Yoongi lifted his head and observed your reaction. He would be lying if he said he was annoyed even slightly. He couldn't help the wide smile that formed on his face as he continued to listen to the sound of your laughter and singing.

Hoseok:

Hoseok was laying in bed, relaxing, and scrolling on his phone when his ears perked up at the suspected sound of I NEED U beginning to play in the living room. At first, he simply smiled at the image of you listening to his own music to wind down. Then, he heard you. He heard your unskilled vocals as clear as day. Hoseok got out of bed and followed the sound to the living room. He was met with the sight of you sitting on the couch surrounded by bags upon bags of strawberry chocolates, stickers, ribbons, and bright yellow mesh gift bags. You made eye contact and suddenly your voice was no longer alone. Your boyfriend was basically your own personal cheerleader as he harmonized the words with you.

Namjoon:

Absolute hype man. Seeing you putting on a one person show performing Pied Piper while sitting at your dining room table making cute little gifts for your students would have him in a chokehold. How are you so sweet and beautiful and perfect and talented and-

Anyway.

Namjoon would feel like the luckiest guy in the world as he pretended to be your back up singer. It was already sweet as sugar that you were taking the time to create gift bags of chocolate for nearly one hundred of your students. But topping it off with singing his music?? Man got cavities.

Jimin:

Jimin is another who would want to join in and help you put together your students' gifts. The two of you were chatting and putting candies into bags for quite a while when a sudden idea popped into your head. You jumped up with such urgency that you spooked Jimin, whose eyes were wide and mouth slightly hung open in shock. Without explaining, you ran into the other room and returned with a small bluetooth speaker. Your boyfriend watched you in confusion as you sat back down and connected your phone to the device. A few seconds later, their song Fire started blasting through the speaker. Jimin let out a chuckle as you cleared your throat and began singing along. You even broke out some dance choreo the best you could from the ground. He kept laughing at your antics and shook his head as he tied ribbons around the small purple gift bags. He found himself stealing multiple secret glances as you dramatically acted out the music video while sitting, the smile never leaving his face.

Taehyung:

Right away when you explained to Taehyung that you were making presents for your students, he wanted to help. He thought it was the most adorable thing he had seen in his life. He started helping pick out candies and different colored bags and rationing them out when a smirk grew on your face. You reached for your phone and opened up your Spotify app, pressing play on Save Me. Taehyung's eyebrow raised up, a grin growing on his face. He was staring back at you, who was dramatically locking eyes with him as the song was about to begin. As the words began spewing out of your mouth, he watched you in awe with a big smile plastering his face.

Jungkook:

Jungkook would be LIVING for this moment. Just you and him sitting on the floor, surrounded by small foil gift bags in every color of the rainbow, and swimming in various piles of discarded bulk candy bags. You started off doing it on your own at first. But the minute Jungkook walked into your shared bedroom and saw the methodical chaos with you in the middle of it, your voice resonating off of the walls as you belted out Euphoria, he wanted in. Before he even would realize what you were doing, he joined in, providing some godlike vocals to compliment your own voice.

#bts #bts reaction #kpop reaction #jin #kim seokjin #suga #min yoongi #jhope #jung hoseok #rm #kim namjoon #jimin #park jimin #v #kim taehyung #jungkook #jeon jungkook #requested

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bts-trans · 1 year

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221203 Big Hit’s Tweet

[네이버 포스트] 킹왕짱대왕 얼굴천재 진떤남자 사진 푼다... (@ https://naver.me/5T335Mtc)

#BTS #방탄소년단 #Jin #김석진

[Naver Post] The kingkingbestsuperking face-genius Jin’s photos are being served up… (@https://naver.me/5T335Mtc) #BTS #Jin #KimSeokjin

Naver Post Translation

Keep reading for a plain text version of the blog post! For a picture edit version, please check out our twitter post or the HD version on our website!

Title: [BTS] Me, Myself, and 진 비하인드 포스트

Title: [BTS] Me, Myself, and Jin Behind Post

아-하!

Hi-A!

(T/N: Stands for ‘Hi ARMY’, which is how Bangbell always starts these posts.)

안녕하세요 아미들,,! 방림이가 돌아왔습니다,, 후후,, 이번 포스트는 바로바로! 12월 Special 8 Photo-Folio의 주인공 중 한명이죠! Me, Myself, and Jin ‘Sea of JIN island’ 의 비하인드 포스트로 찾아왔는데요!

Hi ARMYs,,! I’m back,, huhu,, For this post! It is one of the stars of December’s Special 8 Photo-Folio! I’m back with the post of

Me, Myself, and Jin ‘Sea of JIN island’!

배에서 촬영하는 멋들어진 모습부터 아미들이 궁금했을 슈퍼참치 비하인드 사진까지 가득 담아왔으니 바로 확인하러 가자구요!

It’s filled with pictures of his handsome figure taken on a boat and behind-the-scenes pictures from Super Tuna that ARMYs were curious about So let’s go check them out!

평소 낚시를 좋아하는 진만의 취향을 듬뿍! 담아 표현했다고 하는데요! 낚시하러 가면.. 이 사람 만날 수 있나요..? 제가 급해서 그래요.. 참치고 갈치고 뭐든 퍼주고 싶어.. 지금 당장 기차 표 예약해 (??)

Jin, who normally enjoys fishing, expressed a lot! of his own unique taste! If I go fishing..will I be able to meet this person..? I’m just so impatient.. Tuna, hairtail, I want to give everything to you.. I’m booking my train ticket right now (??)

낮과 밤을 가리지 않고 잘생긴 기분이 어떤지 궁금하다 (진지)

I wonder how it feels to be this handsome whether it’s day or night (I’m serious)

이런 선장님 있으면 시급 0원 받아도 열심히 일할텐데… 얼굴만 봐도 배멀미가 자동으로 치유될 것 같은 이 느낌 아미들은 몬지 rgrg..

If I had a captain like this I’d work hard even for an hourly wage of 0 won… It’s like my boat sickness would automatically be cured just by looking at his face ARMYs know what I’m talking about right..

얼굴 …. 진짜,, W O W…..

His face …. So,, W O W…..

바다에 있는 생물들도 이 얼굴 보고 싶어서 자동으로 잡혀 올라올 듯.. 아무튼 맞음 일단 방림이가 먼저 잡힐게

It’s like even the creatures in the sea want to see his face, so they’ll just automatically be caught and brought up.. Anyways that’s right First, Bangbell will be the first to be caught

얼굴 갭차이 레전드 세상 해맑은 왕귀염둥이 였다가 갑자기 배 안에서 드라마 찍는 남자주인공 되어버림

The difference in his facial expressions is legendary He’s the world’s brightest cutie pie Then all of a sudden he becomes the leading male in a drama filmed on a boat

방림이가 참치역으로 주인공 하면 안 될까 (안됨)

Can Bangbell be the other main character who’s a tuna (No way)

참치 수확 뒤 그리는 참치.jpg feat.상어로 쓴거마저 귀여워..

Drawing tuna after harvesting tuna.jpg Even the feat. a shark that he wrote is cute..

김석진

왕귀염둥이 (쩌렁쩌렁)

Kim Seokjin

A cutie pie (yelling)

공연 다음날 슈퍼참치 안무 영상까지 찍는 그는.. 참치에 이렇게나 진심이다..! (방림이도 진심임)

He’s filming the choreography video for Super Tuna the day after the concert He’s this passionate about tuna..! (Bangbell is also passionate)

촬영 후에 모니터링도 꼼꼼히 해줘야 하고요!

After filming he has to diligently rewatch it!

아미들! 참치와 낚시에 진심인 모습들 잘 보셨나요?! 이 외에 다양한 모습들은 Special 8 Photo-Folio Me, Myself, and Jin ‘Sea of JIN island’ 포토북에서 만나볼 수 있으니 많. 관. 부!

ARMYs! Did you enjoy seeing how passionate he is about tuna and fishing?! Along with all of this you can see more in the Special 8 Photo-Folio Me, Myself, and Jin ‘Sea of JIN island’ photobook so S. Y. L*!

(T/N: *Stands for Show Your Love)

방림이의 스포가 오늘도 아미들에게 힘이 됐길 바라며 방림이는 또 찾아올게요! 아미들 감기 조심!

I hope Bangbell’s spoilers give ARMYs lots of energy today as well and I’ll come back soon! ARMYs, be careful not to catch a cold!

아-뿅!

A-Poof!

(T/N: Short for “Bye ARMY! Poof!”, which is how Bangbell always ends these posts.)

[Note]

본 포스트는 BIGHIT MUSIC에서 직접 운영하는 포스트입니다.

This Naver Post account is personally run by BIGHIT MUSIC.

[End Note]

#221203 #jin #seokjin #big hit #official #twitter #naver #blogpost #bangbell #super tuna #Special 8 Photo-Folio Me Myself and Jin #Sea of JIN island #photo #rj #bts #bangtan

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dearweirdme · 10 months

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March 28th at 12:13AM KST: JM🌟: "I miss you 😊"

March 28th at 03:42AM KST: JK replied: "Me too"

As the whole fandom was debating whether his reply meant "I miss army too", or "I miss you (JM) too", JK goes live 11 minutes later at 03:53AM KST, live titled: "수취타 (SuChwita)" where he says he came to watch Jimin's SuChwita episode and then he watches SMF2 MV, SMF2 dance practice, a LC challenge video, and a compilation of BTS teasing Jimin. He says he watched Jimin's Pixid interview and mentions having already watched the "Jimin's Playlist" video of FACE on BangtanTV when it came on shuffle after the SuChwita episode. He listens to some music by other artists, gets inspired to work, and after 1 hour, 36 minutes and 46 seconds of him basically giving Jimin heart eyes, he leaves us to go work on music.

The fandom is in complete shambles but at least now we know who was JK’s "Me too" comment directed to.

At 10:20AM KST on the same day, Jimin replies to Jungkook's comment with "Let's see each other soon. Your live is cute"

At 7PM on the same day, Jimin went live after he had finished his last music show performance, and JK showed up in his live chat spamming comments like "You know I'm hyung's (your) fan.", Jimin teases him about watching a bunch of his videos on live then tells him to prepare him his ramen recipe (that he had posted a few days prior) when he comes to visit, to which JK eagerly replies "Of course, of course. I'll do it for you". The live ends with JK having left a total of 19 comments, an unprecedented feat for him.

Reading the facts of that day as they are, it's undeniable that JK was missing Jimin like crazy (no pun intended) and he never does this when he's missing the other members, such as Seokjin who was already enlisted at the time, neither did he do the same for Hobi (at least not yet) after he enlisted either, despite him mentioning missing them in passing when the topics are brought up.

Jimin is special to Jungkook, whatever their bond may be, it's special and JK makes sure that everyone knows that. JK is a man of grand gestures for the ones he loves and he makes sure to show that Jimin isn't just another one of the hyungs to him, he's more than that. Whether you think they're dating or not, you can't deny that Jimin gets special treatment from JK in a lot of things (like how he used to only buy birthday gifts for Jimin and no other member, or how he made a whole GCF for him to celebrate his birthday, also something he hasn't done for any other member). And if that live was indicator on how JK acts when he misses Jimin, how he tries getting his attention by doing over-the-top actions, then I think it's pretty safe to assume they meet regularly now since he hasn't pined over Jimin in a minute. If he ever feels like he misses Jimin again, he'll make sure everyone knows it.

Hi anon!

What you are describing here is exactly the sort of thing that makes me believe there is nothing nor has there ever been anything romantic between Jk and Jimin. Because why… why if they’re partners would Jk not go see Jimin if he’s missing him? Jimin was busy sure, but does he not have to sleep? Is Jk not able to go with him, like other members have done? Why was it possible for Yoongi and Hobi to go see Jimin, but not Jk… if he misses him so? I hate to compare like this, because it seems cruel… but Tae has obviously been very busy the last few weeks, and yet.. he went to see Jk at Inkigayo.

What you described in your ask, was close friends missing each other. I will never deny that Jk and Jimin are close and they love each other very much. But they do not love each other the way partners do, because if that was the case Jk would’ve been content to just go see Jimin whenever there was a chance to. I once had a partner who traveled two hours to have lunch with me for an hour. That is what people in love do. Friends however will suddenly go ‘damn, I haven’t seen him in a while… I miss him’ especially when prompted by something (a weverse comment). Friends will then go on a whole supporting watching whatever they can together with army binge. But even when Jk realized he missed Jimin they did not meet and they did not meet for ramen after that and they did not meet for a while. Jimin asked Jk to come watch him practice more and Jk didn’t want to. So sure.. Jk had a surge of missing Jimin… but when real partners miss each other they do not go on social media about it.. they go see each other.

The GCF was not for Jimin’s birthday, don’t know where you got that from, the Tokyo trip wasn’t even for Jimin’s birthday probably. Jimin himself complained about Jk not buying birthday gifts.

There’s still nothing to base them meeting regularly on, except your assumptions. They could, sure.. but there’s just as much chance that they aren’t. Jk has been super busy, they did meet in NY.. which was part work probably.. but I’m also sure they really enjoyed their time together.. because I do agree that Jimin and Jk have a special bond, just not a romantic one.

#straws #ship analysis #they are not each other’s priority #they are not each other’s go to

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hobaworld7 · 1 year

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BTS REACTIONS - You bring them a coffee

Disclaimer : BTS doesn't belong to me. It's only how i think they would react if their someone bring them coffee! The pictures are from pinterest.

I'm a baby army so please be kind in the comment!

Enjoy and don't hesitate to ask for special request! ♥ ♥ ♥

SeokJin

Jin and his members were working hard these days. Especially Jin, he was struggling a bit with the new choreography since he just got better after his hand injury. So when you woke up at 7am, seeing that he already left for the studio, you know that he probably haven't have anything to eat or drink. He was always taking such good care of you, so today you decide to treat him a little. You got out of the bed, changing in some legging and one of his hoodie. You grab your wallet and your cellphone before leaving of your apartment.

You were walking in Seoul street with the best view of the sun rising over the capital. Your headphones in and one of Jin song in your ears, as you enter a coffeeshop.

-AnnyeongHaseyo, could i get an iced americano for me and an iced vanilla latte please, to go!

You know that he always preferred his coffee sweet. After receiving the good, you continue your walk to the BigHit building. You enter it, pretending you were working there so the fans in front of the building don't go crazy.

When you enter the dance practice room, you see Jin sitting on the floor.

-Jin oppa! Here's a coffee!

He look up to you, his face was all sweaty from his intense dance morning. You sit on the floor next to him, handling him his coffee.

-Ahh, Yeobo, you're the best. What would i do without you?

-Not drink coffee maybe?

He laughs and kiss you on the cheek.

Yoongi

Suga is a caffeine addict. So it didn't surprise the member when he present you as his girlfriend, a barista in a coffeeshop near their studio. You saw him everyday and one time you just write your cellphone number on his cup and here you were, one year later. He was so glad when you moved in with him. You had a literal coffee shop at home with an espresso machine, the coffee beans grinder and all kind of accessories to make the best coffee at home.

When you woke up from your nap, you could hear Suga in his studio practicing his rapping verses of his new album. He had been practicing all day. You got up of the couch and went to the kitchen. It was the perfect opportunity to bring him a snack and his favorite coffee, an iced americano. You were listening to one of your favorite band song, Just One Day, mumbling the lyrics and humbling the melody when you felt his arms around your waist. His head resting on your shoulder.

-Jagiya, are you making me a coffee?

-Yes and i even made some snack for you, look in the fridge.

-Ahhh, jinjja, you're the best babe.

He kisses your cheek and go grab the fruit plate you made.

-Go back in the studio, i'll bring you your coffee in a few minutes.

He smile and went back to his room to continue his practice. Once his coffee and yours were made, you grab two straws and go join him. You open slowly the door and go sit on his couch, watching him talking to NamJoon over the phone.

-Here's your coffee babe, enjoy!

You could hear NamJoon over the phone.

-Did she really treat you with a coffee again? You're lucky having a barista as a girlfriend.

You both laugh and after the call he approaches you. His lips slowly kissing yours.

-Your lips taste like coffee babe, it's my new favorite combo flavor.

NamJoon

It was 11pm and you were in a 24h coffee shop so you could study for your exam that was tomorrow morning. There was not a lot of customer in the building since it was Monday. Across the room though, a man was working in front of his laptop. He had light brown hair and a brown shirt. He was actually looking so cute, concentrating like that over his computer.

You got up to get another coffee, after ordering yours, a matcha latte, you look back at him, seeing the empty cup on his table.

-Do you remember what he took?

The barista look at you and then at him.

-He took a hot latte with one and a half sugar in it.

-Add another one on my bill, please.

Once you had both coffee in hands, you took a deep breath and walk over his table. You put his coffee in front of him, you could see his eyebrows flinching, he looks up, not really understanding what was happening.

-Hum, you look like you were working hard. I thought you could use another coffee.

You said with a big smile. He smiles back and bowed his head.

-Thank you...

-Y/N

-Thank you Y/N, i really needed another coffee. Wanna sit here and talk a bit before working again?

You pull the chair in front of him.

-Y/N, could I have your number too?

You chuckle and answer positively.

HoSeok

Hoseok just got back from LA. Him and his members were over the sea for music performances and some award shows too. It's been two weeks since you saw him so when he ask you out for a coffee date you were so happy. You've been dating for a few months, taking it slow because you were two busy idols. You just started your career in the music industry as a female solo rap artist and J-Hope had help you since the beginning. Putting all his passion and effort to make you a better dancer and performer. Rapping and dancing together was really hard when you were debuting.

You put on your favorite skirt and one of your crop hoodie to make it more casual. You bring your hair in a ponytail and put on a necklace he gave you the first time you kiss.

When you arrive at the coffee shop, 10 minute early, you didn't saw Hoseok so you decide to go order both of your favorite coffee and some sweets to surprise him. You sat at a table near the window and scroll on your cellphone, waiting for your drinks and for your partner.

-Jagiya!

You heard hobi's voice and look at him, all smile. He pull the chair that was in front and put it near you so he can sit and hold your hand. The coffee shop was empty, it was in the bighit building, away from the cameras and the fan. When you turns your face to look at him, he took the opportunity to quickly kiss your lips.

-Yah! Someone could see Hobi!

He laughs and took a sip of his drink.

-Thank you my love for the coffee. You're the best. I missed you.

-I missed you too Hobi.

You lay your head on his shoulder and he kisses the top of your head.

JiMin

You were working for BigHit. You started here a few months ago and you were a manager's assistant. Needless to stay that the said groupe he was managing was BTS. You were a fan and that's why you started working here. But no one knew since it would be kind of embarrassing.

-Good Morning Boss! What can I do today?

-Oh, hi Y/N. It's a big day for one of the member, he stayed here all night working on this new collab. Could you go see him and make sure he's alright and doesn't need anything? Jimin's working in the studio 403.

You bowed and thanked him before heading out. You started to know what they personally loved. You went to the cafeteria and bought an iced latte with some sugar-free vanilla. It was his favorite. You grab some fruits and sweets and then went to the studio.

You knock two three times before entering the studio. Jimin was dancing but he looked so tired that his movement were really weak.

-Jimin-ah! You should sit and rest a bit. You look exhausted.

-I need to perfect this choreography.

-What about a coffee and something to eat before you do that. I bought you some.

He joined you on the floor and lay on it, completely exhausted.

-Do you need a massage therapist or something?

-Can, can you just stroke my hair a little? That would be comforting.

You laugh and give him his food. He sat next to you and lay his head on your shoulder. You put you hair in his hair, slightly wet because of the sweat. You apply some pressure on his neck to relieve the pain a bit.

-Thank you Y/N, you're the best.

-Kinda get good to that in a few month, you always exercised too much. Go rest today, you'll be even better tomorrow.

He got up, bowed and headed out of the studio.

TaeHyung

-Hi welcome to MoKaFe, what can i get started for you today?

Your voice sounded tired, you were working since the sunrise. The shift leader called off so you were obligated to stay to close the store. You were looking at the register, waiting for the customer order but he didn't say anything. You look up and saw a men with a mask and a hat that was covering his eyes.

-Hello?

He yawned and look up at you.

-Sorry, big day. Can i get whatever could keep me up for another hour or two?

-What about a sweet coffee drink so both sugar and caffeine could maybe keep you up?

-Sound amazing, thanks.

You get over the coffee machine and make him a mocha latte. It was an espresso based drink but with some chocolate in it. Both sweet and strong. As it was pretty calm in the shop, once it was done, you got over him and handle him his coffee. You tell your colleague that you were off for your break before leaving the counter.

-Hey mister, coffee's ready. Mocha latte for you.

-My saviour, thank you so much pretty. Can i get your number with this coffee or is it bad to seduce the barista?

-I don't think my manager would accept it, but she's not here so.

You laugh and sit next to him as it was your break time.

-I have fifteen minutes to be seduce.

He laughs and he takes a sip of his coffee.

-Thank you, this coffee's amazing.

-My pleasure.

He had taking off his mask and you could see his particular smile. You were already falling for this boy. But who wouldn't fall for someone like him, right?

JungKook

You were working all night, until 5am. You were so tired but with all the projects going on in your own enterprise you couldn't do it in only the typical 8-hours-a-day at work. So you had spend the night, working and going over different marketing plans to make sure it will be alright for the teams today. You grabbed your bag and coat before heading out of the office. Once you were in your car, you open your cellphone and saw a message from your boyfriend.

'Hey babe, hope your night went well. I have to leave at 7am for the studio, i hope i'll get to see you before leaving.'

You smille and look at the clock, you had a little time to bring him breakfast before he leaves. You know that he never eat in the morning because he's too lazy to cook. You stopped at his favorite coffee shop and order a two iced matcha latte and some breakfast for him.

You silently enter your apartment and put your things on the countertop. You walk to the bedroom and lift up the cover so you could cuddle with your bf a bit before his alarm wake him up. Your presence was like waking up a sixth senses in him and it's not long that he turn over and put his arms around your waist.

-Babyyy. Such a good way to wake up. With you in my arms.

-I even bought you breakfast and a matcha latte.

-You really are the best.

He kiss you on the cheek.

___

If you want to read more, here is the link of my masterlist : https://www.tumblr.com/kimtaehyung-taetae-writing/710423978560421888/masterlist?source=sharethank you army!

#bts #kim seokjin #jin #kim namjoon #rapmonster #suga #min yoongi #jhope #jung hoseok #jimin #park jimin #bts v #kim taehyung #bt6s x reader #btsxreader #jeong jungkook #jungkook

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jinkookspencil · 1 year

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lessons in love | ksj

riddled with anxiety at the beginning of your master’s degree, you found just the piece of peace you needed in a tiny, hidden cafe by your university with great coffee, a mellow ambiance, and one of the cafe’s regulars… the handsome teacher with a warm laugh you couldn’t help but listen to.

chapter one!

tags: ~3.3k words / jin x (f) reader / fluff / strangers to ..... / teacher!jin / teacher AU but yn is not jin’s student!! jin teaches kids, she is a master’s student / also a bit of a coffee shop au since it’s their meeting place / chapter 1 of a series <3 / i would really appreciate any feedback with this one, especially considering it’s the first chapter of my first series! <3 (could be taken as its own little meet-cute if you want to read it that way, but i have more coming) / happy birthday, seokjin <3 (he's still 29 in this fic shhhh)

tw: mentions of anxiety - yn / reader has anxiety, it'll pop up within the series later on....

banner: by the amazing @playmetheclassicss @classicseffects <3

Peace and a reassuring sign were all you needed as you walked out of the university on that cold autumn day…. The breeze prickling your skin did nothing to distract you from the anxious beating of your heart in your chest. As it always did at the beginning of a new chapter in your life, your anxiety skyrocketed. You couldn't help but be overwhelmed by the demands and the workload you began to face at the beginning of your master's degree, especially with your headache of a roommate in your apartment and your family so far away….

The only thing you could do to calm yourself down when you felt the panic settling in was to go on a walk and listen to your stress-relieving playlist, and luckily, the musical algorithm seemed to be in your favor. Though you compiled the playlist yourself a couple of weeks ago, you just remembered how great and varied it was. Every track that popped up after you hit shuffle, one after the other, put you in a better mood. Before you knew it, you completely forgot about going home and the mess you'd be returning to, instead mindlessly opting to explore the streets between and around your apartment and your university. The area was quaint. You quickly figured out the busier spots from the quieter spots in town, and just as you thought you had mapped out the area pretty well, you came across a tiny tucked-away shortcut between two roads. It was more than a shortcut, really, a little street of its own with a couple of closed stores and a cafe right between them.

It was an odd spot for a cafe, as it would go neglected by most people walking on the main streets… Walking in, you noticed nothing particularly special about the place; its modern, wooden interior was similar to many others on the main roads that were far more popular, except this one only had a handful of customers who undoubtedly also smelled the strong, lingering scents of coffee and sugar in the air. The atmosphere was quiet and mellow, with no obstructive decals, noisy customers, or loud music, and long, wooden tables that would make for a great workspace when you needed to work somewhere that wasn't the library or your apartment… The barista's counter and cash register housed a selection of delicious-looking pastries and snacks, but for now, their decent and well-priced latte would suffice… You would definitely be returning…

Within no time, you had become a regular at the cafe, the baristas recognizing you and preparing your coffee order without you even having to tell them most days.

It was perfect.

With its inconspicuous location you realized was exactly halfway between your university and your apartment, it proved to really be the best working environment you found so far, as you suspected, and the perfect coffee stop to, from, and between classes. It was the exact piece of peace you needed at the start of your term. Whenever you were in the cafe, you could just work to your heart's desire without having to worry about fellow students or your roommate pestering you, and you even occasionally allowed yourself to get distracted and procrastinate, too, without the pressure of the library.

It was never that busy - some passersby during the typical busier hours and a few regulars. There was the old man who was present every afternoon, sipping a cup of tea as he read a crime novel, the pair of teenage girls who came in for hot chocolates or extra sweet lattes and sat in the corner, a couple of other students who seemed to be undergrads…..

And then there was the teacher….

At least, you assumed he was a teacher. Or a teaching assistant. He looked too young to tell, even after the half a dozen times you had seen him after first noticing him during your second week of visiting the cafe. Every time you saw him, he was working away on one of the cafe's other wide tables or countertops, either on his laptop or making his way through a stack of papers with a red pen - the first signal that gave you a hint to his profession, as well as the button-down shirts with the cartoonish ties he added to them, which were always a fun bonus to spot. Weekday afternoons, in that state, were the only times he ever looked like a teacher. During the weekends or the occasional evening visit, when he dressed in bright-colored hoodies with his laptop… He looked so young that you could've bet he was a student, maybe even an undergrad. And with his shaggy hair that was too long to be short, small strands sticking out both at the top of his head and against his delicate features… you had to admit, he was handsome… but that wasn't what you found most interesting about him….

It was a peculiar thing. Every time he worked, he laughed. You noticed it the third or fourth time you saw him at the cafe when you cursed yourself for accidentally leaving your headphones at home, and then you couldn't un-notice it, the sound of his laughter even creeping in through your headphones the following visits. He never seemed to be laughing AT his students' work… and he rarely wore headphones, so he surely wasn't watching Netflix or even listening to a funny podcast…. He laughed loudly and squeakily, without a hint of shame, as though he wasn't surrounded by strangers. One might've found his loud laugh rude or perplexing, especially considering he laughed as he graded papers... But no one complained. No one could deny the innocence in his laughter. He seemed… warm.

You couldn't pinpoint why you thought that - whether it stemmed from his child-like smile and demeanor coupled with the cartoonish stickers on his laptop, or your own intuition - nor could you pinpoint what amused him so much… But whatever it was, it was odd, intriguing, and adorable all at once ….

Ever since that day, whenever he was in the cafe, you made a mental note to take off your headphones every now and then just to listen to the sound of his laughter. You couldn't help but smile whenever you heard it, and amidst the stress of papers and research, you took it as a reminder that life isn't as serious as supervisors and lectures make it out to be… Attaching meaning to a stranger's habit might've been odd as well…. but hey, you needed the reminder…

It was one thing that eased those first weeks into your term, which felt like months, especially since you were away from your sister and your nephews, the people you missed most from home. You had texted her asking to video-call whenever she and her kids were free since you had nothing but research planned at the cafe for the day after an early morning meeting, and she called minutes after you sat down with your coffee.

You briefly caught up with your sister but could soon hear your nephews arguing in the background, which was too much right through your headphones and into your ears. Taking off your headphones and putting your phone on loudspeaker, you mouth an apology to the barista, who makes no protest at you answering the call, waving it off before disappearing somewhere in the back, leaving you alone in the quiet of the cafe. But the brief pause didn't derail your sister's train of thought, immediately diving back into her interrogation of your life as a student and, as always, your love life.

"These are your best years! Have fun!" she insisted when you rolled your eyes. "I'm sure there's someone right underneath your nose that's perfect for you. Look around, and stop hiding away in your work, as you always do. You just need to take a chance. If I could design a man for my little sister, it'd be a nerdy, funny, responsible boy that knows how to make you smile… not like that boring idiot you dated who never gave you a present, even on your birthday," she assures.

"Oh, please, that's what everyone would wish for their sister, or best friend, or themselves! And you're saying that as if a man like that exists. I'm done. I'm done hearing this, but I can hear my nephews. Put them on," you grunt.

"Alright, alright," she resigns before calling out to her sons and handing them the phone. "Boys, it's your auntie!"

It’s hard to make out what they say through the screams. You make out yells of “Auntie!” between requests for toys and very quick anecdotes from school. Apparently, it’s a big deal that a kid in class had a shark-shaped backpack…. You couldn’t help but laugh at their excitement, happily nodding and joking along to their stories, smiling at their innocence and excitement. They ended the call, apparently accidentally, as a text from your sister described, but you smiled at her promise that they’d call back later.

“Uhm, excuse me?” you hear from behind you.

Turning around, you see…. the teacher, who had been sitting at a table by the door instead of one of the closer tables that he loved to work on.

“Excuse me, sorry, were you just talking to kids on the phone?” he asked, eyes wide.

Oh. You were so caught up in their excitement that you didn’t even notice him come in…

"Yes, my nephews," you sheepishly say. "Sorry if they were a bit loud. I didn't realize anyone else was in here." You quickly scan the cafe to see if there was anyone else you should apologize to, but it was empty. Even the barista was still nowhere to be seen.

"Not at all. They seemed adorable. I love kids. My kids - not my actual kids. I don't HAVE kids, obviously. The kids I teach… I'm a teacher," he explains in a hurry, "They're obsessed with these new erasable animal-themed pens? I don't know if you heard of them?"

"I haven't," you reply, noticing the twinkle in his eye.

"Kids these days are obsessed with them. Trust me. I don't know how old your nephews are, but regardless, I know they'll love them. I didn't mean to overhear, but honestly, it was hard not to," he giggles - as you attempt to stop your smile from widening. "I'm just saying, and those pens can be pretty hard to find, but there's a stationery shop around the corner from here -"

"The one with the red door?" you interrupt him, just as excitedly.

"Yes! They sell them. Just if you want to get them for your nephews…"

"I definitely will. I've been there a couple of times but never noticed those pens. Thank you."

"No problem," he nods with a smile.

You had never talked to the teacher before. He seemed polite, as you always expected. He actually was a teacher, obviously. And he taught kids, which adds to his warm aura, but a mystery remains unsolved. In a flash, you figured this was a chance to follow your curiosity…

"Uhm…," you begin, catching his attention. "I don't mean to be rude, but I'm curious about something, and I just wanted to ask you about it…."

"Me?" he questions, tilting his head. "Sure, what is it?"

"I noticed you here sometimes, working and grading papers, I think… but you always laugh while you work, and-"

"Ah, sorry, my laugh is a bit much," interrupting you now, he giggles shyly, trying to restrain it as his cheeks turn pink.

"No, it's not that! I actually like your laugh," you freeze for a fraction of a second, realizing what you had just said - it would be a moment you'd keep replaying in your mind for a while, cringing at the sudden confession that escaped you. "I was just wondering… why? Like, what's so funny? Grading tests doesn't seem to be like a fun thing."

"Oh," he sighs in relief with a smile, his eyes wide and his cheeks now magenta. "Well, I believe learning should be fun. So I include jokes, doodles, silly questions, and the sorts within the homework and tests I assign and the slides I use. And the students' answers to them are hilarious. Sometimes I even laugh at jokes I wrote months ago when preparing the curriculum."

"That's amazing…" - it's all you're able to let out, but you were amazed.

He shrugs. "Thanks. The faculty and the kids' parents disagree, but since the kids have great grades and actually like coming to class, they don't really complain as much anymore."

You nod, feeling a slight ache in your cheeks due to your prolonged smile, and realizing you might've looked like an idiot, you instantly bring your hands to your face in an attempt to cover your expression with the ends of your sleeves.

"I noticed you here before too. Are you a student?" he asks, grabbing his backpack and laptop, walking over to the large table by yours, and setting his things on it.

"Yeah, I'm a master's student."

He nods. "That makes sense. I thought that you don't look that much younger than me to be an undergrad."

So he not only noticed you but thought about you… Perhaps it was time to flirt, you wonder.

"Wait, so do I look old?" you ask, eyebrows raised.

"I just said that you don't look much younger than me, so are you saying I'm old then?" he immediately jibed back.

Perhaps it was never time to flirt.

"No, no, I'm sorry!" you defend before the two of you burst into laughter. "You know what I mean."

"My reputation for being the 'hot, young teacher' is ruined," he sighs. "No, I got you. I'm just saying we look around the same age. I'm 29."

"Oh, I'm just a few years younger than you!"

"You see?" he says calmly.

"You're still worthy of your title and reputation, then."

Shit, did you just indirectly call him hot?!

"Thank goodness. I'm glad I have your approval. I needed it. So are you enjoying your master's?" he asks before you get the chance to ask him about himself further or take in his response.

"It's a lot of work, but yes, I am. I like studying, actually."

"Good, enjoy every second of it. I just finished my master's degree a couple of years ago and was lucky to find this teaching job after."

"Was that always the plan? If you don't mind me asking."

"I don't mind at all. And no, it wasn't really the plan. I worked different jobs during university both times, and one day, a friend suggested it to me. I'm the oldest in my friend group, and I realized then that it just kind of fit? I never realized I had always been in this type of role before until he said it. I trained as an assistant for a bit, and here I am," he remarks, pointing at his sticker-decorated laptop.

"And are you enjoying it?" you inquired.

"Honestly, I am - more than I thought I would. I never considered teaching before, and who knows? I might not be a teacher forever, but I'm enjoying it now. The kids are just so entertaining, and I like the routine of it."

You nod.

"Are you thinking of becoming a teacher?" he asks.

"Kind of….," your voice trails off. "I'm considering it - it's one of the reasons I'm continuing my studies, but I'm not so sure."

"Why not?"

"I have a few ideas I want to pursue other than teaching, but I'm mostly studying because I just want to learn more. And sharing that knowledge seems like the right path, you know? Why hoard all this knowledge for myself?"

He nods, seemingly in approval. "That's amazing. It's a better reason to teach than me saying the kids entertain me."

You shrug. "I don't think so. If you're happy, that's the most important thing, especially if you make the kids happy too. They won't forget that."

"Yeah… You're right.", the teacher replies with a grin, his voice trailing off as he folds his arms on the table and leans forward. "But if you ever consider it, it'd be nice to have someone to share my title with."

He follows up that comment with anecdotes from the school, including a funny story about a kid in his class who entered a subject-based corny dad joke battle with him - the jokes were indeed corny, but they were still pretty funny and reminded you of the banter you and a friend once had with a teacher in high school, which you recalled to him. And, through it all, he kept laughing as though he had an endless supply of joy…

Your cheeks legitimately hurt from smiling so much, and a part of you wondered if he felt the same, in more ways than one, fearing that such a happy person might actually be sad….. But you had to stop yourself from overthinking and worrying too much about someone who was still more of a stranger than an acquaintance… You had just never met a stranger with such an attitude… It was just so heartwarming. Sure, you noticed him and his energy in the past, but now you noticed the way his smile turned his eyes into little crescent moons and defined his cheeks a shade of red every few seconds, the curl of his hair curled at the nape of his neck, and the way his eyes blink faster and his voice gets louder and louder…. You had to stop yourself from getting carried away again…

Suddenly the coffee machine's whirrs stop, letting out a loud beeping noise instead, and it's then when you both snap back to reality and readjust to your surroundings, having been too immersed in the conversation to realize that a few more people had entered the cafe, including the barista, who got to work on a customer's order.

"Oh, I'm sorry if I got carried away. You didn't even get coffee yet," you say, looking at the teacher's empty table.

"Please don't apologize. It was so nice to finally talk to you. My name is Jin, by the way."

"It was nice to meet you too," you tell him, introducing yourself with a smile.

It's then that he suddenly gets up from his chair and takes the few steps that separated you with an outstretched hand, waiting for you to shake it. He wasn't that much older than you, and people in your generation didn't really shake hands… It was a sweet, old-fashion gesture, you thought, as you shook his hand, which was warm as the aura he radiated.

You faced your work, as did Jin after he got his coffee…. but you couldn't shake off the lingering warmth of his hand against your fingertips, which did more to warm you up than your coffee did. Nor could you shake off the image of his excitement and modesty when he talked about learning and the schoolkids…

Just as your brain began to understand some of the words you had been staring at for half an hour, you notice via your peripheral vision that the teacher, Jin, began to collect his things, slinging his backpack over his shoulders.

"I'll see you around here," he says softly, stopping for a moment by your table with raised eyebrows.

"See you," you reply with a smile. Hearing his footsteps as he walks out the door behind you, you blink at the bright screen in front of you.

Now, some reading…. No charming distractions.

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bangtansmauyeondan · 2 years

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MIDNIGHT’S MINUET | Part 22 - Little Daisies (Photos in the end)

Pairing: Yoongi x Fem Reader

Genre: Strangers to Enemies to Friends to ???, social media au, chef au, musician au, slow burn, fluff, implied smut, angst, slight crack, and drama.

Summary: While gallivanting around the world pursuing his love for music and architecture, Yoongi was forced to come back home when Seokjin, his older brother, asked him for help to run the family business. Having been born with a silver spoon, Yoongi longed for a bit of normalcy and independence; hence, agreeing with Seokjin’s request didn’t come without any of his own conditions— first, he’s going to oversee the hotel’s kitchen; second, he’s gonna let him live a normal life— no luxury cars, no high-rise building apartment, no special treatment. Yoongi was pleased that everything seemed to be going well with his return… until he met you, the roadblock to everything his brother has agreed to.

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The hotel restaurant has been closed for nearly two hours already and the staff have already left, leaving Yoongi talking to the midnight security team to give them instructions for the early morning delivery the next day. After signing off some gate passes, Yoongi made his way back to the kitchen staff lounge to gather his belongings and go home, when he noticed a faint light coming from the other side of the kitchen. It has been a busy couple of days for the pastry team since you accepted a big order from the office of the President over the weekend, and it’s easy to forget something as trivial as switching off all the lights. He thought nothing of it, and made his way over to turn off the light, but took a few steps back when he saw you hunched over the counter top with a piping bag in hand. From the soft glow of the light, he could just about make out the way you bit your lower lip in concentration while piping something on a piece of grease-proof paper.

“There goes my little daisy…” you whispered to no one, admiring your piping work before straightening up and stretching your neck from side to side. Yoongi took that opportunity to knock on the nearest surface he could find, so as not to startle you. “Hey… why are you still here?” You flashed him a smile and Yoongi’s heart almost leapt out of his throat.

It took him a while to reply, seemingly trying to recover from your smile… plus you may or may not have a dusting of icing sugar smeared on your cheek, which added to your cuteness factor. “I should ask you the same question.”

“Well, I’m making daisies,” you extended your arm out on your benchtop to show him dozens of daisies that you have made. “I have to make two hundred of these, so I wanted to get a headstart tonight.They take a while to completely dry at room temperature.”

With two hands tucked inside the front pocket of his hoodie, Yoongi leaned over to look at the delicate sugar flowers closely. “Hmm…” he pursed his lips and nodded. “These are pretty…”

“Oh good! I thought you’re gonna tell me to go back to pastry school again!” You winked at him teasingly and he squinted his eyes back at you as a sign of fake annoyance. “I love sugar flowers, so once I start making them, I can’t stop.”

“Do you like it so much that you’re using icing sugar as make up?” He crossed his arms across his chest and leaned back onto the bench top.

“What?” You touched your face in panic, trying to wipe it off, but accidentally smeared the icing sugar more down your cheek. Yoongi started laughing, the silent laugh he often does with shoulders shaking and eyes forming into crescents. “Yah! Stop laughing!”

“Here, let me…” Yoongi reached for the kitchen roll and swiftly tore a piece out. He crumpled it slightly between his fingers to soften it enough to be gentle when it comes in contact with your skin. He didn’t know what compelled him to do that. The next thing he knew, he’s already leaning over, his face inches away from yours while he gently wiped off the icing sugar from your face. “There… all clean.” He pressed his lips into a thin smile.

“Th–thanks,” you stuttered. An awkward silence settled between you two so you were quick to break out of the stance. “I want to make some more tonight but my hands are getting tired. There are still–” your words were caught in your lips when you felt Yoongi’s touch against your skin. He unclasped your fingers around the piping bag and set it onto the table. “What are you doing?”

“Giving you a massage…” he turned your hand over between his hands, palm facing up, and started to put pressure along its surface with his two thumbs alternately. Yoongi heard you sigh blissfully and made no attempt in pulling your hand back. “Good?”

You nodded, unable to speak.

“Do you wanna head back home after this? You seem really tired.”

Yoongi’s voice was soft and soothing. Like a kind father talking to a child and you wondered if he’s always been like that. Have you been oblivious to his kind nature all this time because you went all judgmental on him? Maybe.

“Hmm… yeah.”

Yoongi gently let go of your hand and took the other one, doing the same, applying constant pressure, thumbing the stress away.

“Yn… can I ask you something?

“Sure…”

“It’s a little bit personal, so if you don’t want to answer it, that’s fine,” he continued without looking up at you, eyes focused on the hand that he’s massaging.

“S–sure, ask away…”

“Let’s say I want to get to know you better, is there a boyfriend or a partner I should be worried about?” It took a few seconds for his question to register in your brain, and Yoongi thought you didn’t want to answer it. “It’s fine, like I said, you don’t have to–”

“No. There’s no one you should be worried about.”

“Oh…”

“Yeah. Jo– um, he left about a year and a half ago.” You frankly didn’t want to get into details on how your ex, Joshua, has left you to pursue his career in music. He probably crossed paths with Yoongi, too. Who knows? But peeling off the layers you have learned how to put up and exposing your emotions to Yoongi like this may not be the perfect place and time. Yoongi nodded, but his face, void of emotions. You couldn’t tell what’s going on inside his head. “Why the sudden interest in my love life, Yoongs?” You chuckled timidly.

Yoongs? His face warmed up at the nickname. He stopped massaging your hand and reached out for the other one, holding both between his as he started thumbing soothing circles along your knuckles.

He took a deep breath before catching your gaze, his eyes appearing a bit more twinkly due to the faint light in the room. “Will you go out on a date with me, Yn?”

You’re gonna lie to yourself if you say you didn’t see this coming. Jungkook and Jimin have been dropping hints that Yoongi likes you, but you were not sure since there wasn't anything special with the way he’s been treating you. Besides… it’s Jungkook and it’s Jimin. You don’t usually buy everything that comes out of their mouths. You started laughing at the thought and all the romantic bones in Yoongi’s body crumbled. Panic flashed across his face, “Why? I’m serious. Why are you laughing? I want to take you out on a date.” Yoongi playfully pouted.

“It’s just funny how you’re doing this backwards…” you grinned.

“What do you mean?”

“Min Yoongi… you just invited me to spend the weekend with you at your mother’s beach house. I mean, don’t you think you could have wined and dined me first before taking me to meet your parents?” You teased.

Yoongi’s face went from worried to amused, and eventually burst out in laughter, throwing his head back while still clinging to your hands. “Damn it, that’s a good one!” He collected himself and tried again, “Okay… let me try this again…”

“Mm-hmm…” You replied, trying so hard not to burst out in laughter yourself.

“Chef Park… Will you go out on a date with me, and THEN come meet my parents?” Yoongi asked again, nibbling on his lower lip while he waited for your answer.

“I don’t have any reason to decline, Chef Min.”

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