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misiones

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birthday

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see how the hands go

waving goodbye

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   Estábamos los dos acostados sobre una manta blanca apoyada en el pasto, acostados en un parque en el medio de una ciudad, ciudad que colapsaba de almas yendo y viniendo. A las 3 de la tarde veíamos al Sol moribundo del otoño resbalar por las ramas y las escasas hojas amarillas que quedaban. Nos acariciaba las mejillas, como leyéndonos palabras de amor mientras cerrábamos los ojos y nos embriagábamos con la suave melodía de su voz. Entonces el Sol vio nuestro futuro, nos confesó su premonición y fuimos tan felices que me abrazaste, lloramos y no paramos de mirar hacia arriba y agradecer.

   Cuando callamos me cebaste un mate dulce, y yo comí una masita de avena y miel, y comprendí que todo iba a estar sencillamente

bien

    y de repente se hizo de noche. Nuestro Sol, irrespetuoso, sin siquiera despedirse, se fue a dar un paseo por la noche dejándonos oscuridad en las pupilas. Tratamos de mirarnos, de encontrarnos, pero no pudimos vernos, no brillaron tus ojos ni mi sonrisa. Perdimos lo que nos quedaba en una sombra infinita. De pronto empecé a llorar descontroladamente porque tuve

miedo

   de no verte nunca más, de que el Sol se haya olvidado de quiénes éramos y de nuestro futuro. Como un hombre que pierde sus anteojos palpé por donde pude. Grité tu nombre, pero ya estabas fuera de mi alcance, demasiado lejos. Me senté aturdido con la cabeza sobre las rodillas y me concentré, si no podía encontrarte, iba a hacer que vengas a mí.

   En un primer momento pensé en tus manos de nube que colmaban los atardeceres de febrero. Recordé cómo me sanaron cuando no pude levantarme de la cama, cuando las yemas de tus dedos recorrían en cámara lenta la línea de mi espalda y rozaban mis labios mientras dormía y soñaba una y otra vez el mismo sueño.

   Después pensé en tus ojos color turquesa, peligrosos para personas como yo que no sabemos nadar, porque en ocasiones caemos de alguna u otra manera, voluntaria o involuntariamente, en ellos 

en el océano

   pero nunca me ahogo, porque el agua es cálida y me ayuda a flotar. En ese momento comienzo a navegar por tus ojos, miro hacia las profundidades y buceo en tus recuerdos. A lo lejos me veo bailando suavemente en el lecho oceánico, una tenue luz se desprende de mi figura, como un aura dorada, y entiendo que eso, en verdad eso, es el amor. Estás enamorado de mí y yo estoy enamorado de vos, por eso voy y me uno a mí mismo en el baile de tu recuerdo, y abrazado a mi reflejo soy feliz 

en el fondo del océano de tus ojos.

   Por último pienso en tu voz, y no puedo evitar entrar en una suerte de trance, porque uno no puede siquiera imaginar qué pasa cuando los sonidos salen de tu boca, flotan por el aire dibujando imposibles figuras frente a mi rostro hasta que llegan a mis oídos y se deslizan por un tobogán que desemboca en lo más profundo de mi subconsciente. Ahí, los sonidos de tu voz se toman de las manos y danzan en círculos mientras cantan lo que querés decirme; luego se sientan agotados contra las paredes de mi mente y por fuera yo no entiendo nada. Cierro mis ojos y no comprendo qué locura ocurre dentro de mi cabeza cuando te escucho hablar.

   En eso, como por arte de magia, siento tu respiración cerca de mi cuello, me doy vuelta y en medio de la sombra que nos abraza, toco tu cuerpo. Me inunda una felicidad inefable. El éxtasis sube por mis manos, pasa por mi pecho y llega hasta mi nuca; entibia mis mejillas y sonrío tan fuerte que duele. Todos estos sentimientos porque te encontré, porque 

viniste.

   Por mis pensamientos, mi deseo de tenerte cerca, de volver a verte, viniste. 

   Fue así como llamamos a gritos al sol para que vuelva. Y volvió. Y volvemos a estar acostados en la manta blanca, en el parque, en el medio de la ciudad. Giro mi cabeza, te miro a los ojos, y resistiendo a la tentación de arrojarme en ellos te digo

la próxima no me sueltes la mano.

Devoto 

10.4.XX

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I love you ♡ (trans)

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take care || kim namjoon (m)

he was a rapper who never showed his face. you were an indie singer scared to share her voice with the world. the two of you fell in love while working on the album you wrote together, and now there’s no going back…

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☾ pairing: anonymous rapper!namjoon x female reader

☾ word count: 8.3k

☾ genre: smut, fluff, romance

☾ warnings: fingering, oral (f&m), multiple orgasms, over-stimulation, unprotected sex, rough sex, dom/sub undertones and lots and lots of Wholesome™ joon fluff :’)

☾ a/n: this can be read as part 24 of my series Anonymous or as a oneshot! i started writing and this all kinda just happened lol so i hope you guys enjoy it! x

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You waited outside the door, your pulse drumming in your ears, as you nervously fiddled with the hem of the dress you wore. You weren’t sure why you were nervous; you had been inside Kim Namjoon’s house before—hell, you’d even stayed overnight there a few times—but something about this night was different. Now that you had both confessed your feelings to one another, everything was going to be different.

You were in love with him, and he was in love with you. The words that neither of you had dared to say had finally been said, and there was no going back now. Not that you wanted to, anyway. You were partners in your music, working on your collaborative album together for months, and in that time something had grown between you that neither of you had expected. Songs that were once about past loves, became about each other, and things went even further when Namjoon added a last-minute final song to your shared album just hours before it was released: a love song he’d written for you.

Although you had been caught off-guard, part of you was undeniably thrilled at his confession in the song. All this time you had been falling in love with him, and now you learned that he’d been falling in love with you too. You had immediately sought him out upon hearing the lyrics and after a whirlwind conversation full of exchanged feelings and lovesick giddiness, you now found yourself here: standing at his door as you waited for him to let you in.

As if right on cue, at that moment you heard the lock click, and the knob turned, the thick, black door cracking open to reveal Namjoon standing on the other side of it. He was dressed casually in a shirt and joggers and his hair looked slightly damp, as if he were fresh from the shower.

“Songbird,” he greeted you warmly with his own endearing nickname for you that you had come to love, “hey.” You had never been much for nicknames, but when Joon gave you this one for some reason it made you feel special, so you had let him keep calling you by it until it felt as natural as your own name. He was wearing a black mask over the lower half of his face, like usual, but you could tell from the adorable way his eyes creased that he was smiling at you.

“Hey.” You grinned back at him. You couldn’t help the way your heart fluttered now as you looked at him, the both of you staring at one another in an unspoken fondness that kept either of you from daring to make a next move. All cards were on the table now, and it was anyone’s game.

“Come in,” Joon finally said, reaching out to gently take your hand in his large and calloused one and pull you towards him, leading you through the doorway and into his house. (Or mansion, more accurately.)

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Jungkook: hyung, whats your password?

Taehyung: incorrect

Jungkook: what…but why?

Taehyung: so whenever i forget my password my computor reminds me and says ‘sorry your password is incorrect’

Jungkook: bro

Taehyung: bro

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Idea: BTS competing on hell’s kitchen but Namjoon isnt allowed to translate anything so it just ends up being Gordan Ramsay angrily screaming in English and Seokjin yelling back equally angry in Korean

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breathtaking

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some favorite taegi moments

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my mom: wow this boy is really attractive !

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👨‍🎨

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thanks for the new angle

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may you always be happy ♡

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the little prince 🌹

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here he comes!