#Hobie’ s face was so much fun to study

[daylo-hun]

Hobie doing his best attempt at a none marriage proposal, proposal

sorry this took so long!! and i kinda lost the plot wit this one but 🤷🏾‍♀️

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Staring into the blinding lights of New York had somehow made Miles’s senses even more sensitive. The soft breeze is warm tonight, just in time for summer. The crumbling concrete rooftop of the building he sat upon was particularly rough. And the hot flush on his cheeks was a reminder that Hobie had made his seat next to him.

They had finished up swinging around, sneaking out after Miles’s parents were in a deep sleep, and decided to have some fun on their own. Quick flirtations and quips were thrown back and forth and were seared in Miles’s mind as he replayed them over and over again in his mind. A chuckle came out at the thought of a particular advance made from Hobie

“What’s so funny luv?” Hobie asked, a small grin appearing on his stained lips. 

“Nothin, it’s just… earlier you said that my eyes were perfectly brown like a hazelnut, and it reminded me how much I’ve been craving a damn Ferrero Rocher lately” 

Hobie smiled “What’s a Ferrero Rochay’? S’ that like a candy?” 

Miles’s eyes widened, “You’ve never heard of a Ferrero Rocher?! They’re so good man, like my top candy ever. There’s a crumbly shell of chocolate topped with like these nuts that surrounds this hazelnut spread. And it’s creamy and rich and chocolatey and so good. I’d right an essay about them if I wanted.” He felt his mouth water at the thought of it, his eyes starry with imagination.

The punk paused  “Ay, hope you’re describin’ me like that when I’m not by your side. You gave a whole lil speech right then” Hobie teased with a laugh. 

Miles rolled his eyes as he chuckled and gave a weak punch to Hobie’s shoulder. 

“Ok bro. Sorry I like chocolate and you can’t appreciate that” 

“Nah, I do ‘preciate it. It’s cute when you talk like that, puttin’ your private school education to use.”

Miles huffed an amused exhale. When Hobie said stuff like that, so boldly and outright, it made Miles love him even more. Maybe it was because he liked the confirmation of Hobie’s words, it made him secure in himself. He turned slightly to steal a glance at the other. 

Sparks created when their eyes met, love and admiration for the other as they stared. 

Hobie looked at Miles like he was taking him apart, studying every feature on his face. The other made quick glances at Hobie’s lips, noting his dark lipstick. Miles was the first one to look away with a shy smile on his face. 

Hobie broke the silence once again.

“You’ve been drawin’? Last time I was here, you said you’d show me your piecebook” 

Miles was taken back, and a little embarrassed. If anyone looked in his piecebook they’d find multiple doodles of Hobie, so many in fact that even extreme stalkers would be stunned.

“Uh…yeah. You could say that. Been sketchin’ some new designs that I wanna paint on a few buildings” He shrugged, reframing from looking at the other.

Hobie hummed in acknowledgment. “I wanna go ‘round and paint wit ya one day. You gotta show me your favorite spots. Think it’d be proper fun, ‘specially wit your talents” 

“Sure, I got a few places in mind already” Miles said as he continued to stare at the lights below. He could still feel his cheeks burning at the boy that sat next to him. Hobie just seemed to never let up. 

He could feel Hobie staring at him.

“Miles, look at me luv” Hobie’s voice was close to a whisper, tone as gentle as his movements as he slowly reached a hand over to Miles’s face. 

Miles let Hobie’s hand control his head as he turned, trusting the other with him. 

“Sorry, I just-You’re a damn flirt machine man, and I can’t handle all this praise in the span of like 5 minutes” Miles chuckled, still looking to the side, so obviously avoiding eye contact with the other.

Hobie’s hands were massive compared to Miles’s face, holding the mass carefully like a newborn baby. 

They stared at each other once again, before Hobie spoke, once again. 

“Miles, I really like you. And… fuck, this is gonna be a long one, don’t get mad at me if I mess up” Hobie chuckled.

Miles felt his breath hitch.

 “…I want to stay by your side for a very very long time Miles. I want to praise you endlessly in the span of seconds. I want to hear you rant about an endless slew of random things, like your piecebook or your favorite chocolates”

“I want to stay by your side long enough until our monikers are on each building and corner of New York and then some. I want to see a piece of us, together, wherever we look-A reminder that we’re together in all this shit. I want to be with you for a long while, Miles Morales. Will you stay by my side, for a long while.” 

Hobie stared into Miles’s eyes. Miles’s stared into Hobie’s eyes.

“Hobie, I-“ Miles didn’t know what to say truthfully. He has so much admiration and love and respect and suprise for Hobie in this moment that he couldn’t truthfully put it into words. So he put it into action.

Miles leaned forward, face inches away from Hobie before he closed the gap. Lips met and Miles had never felt more at peace. They moved in sync as they let their love for each other communicate.

 He loved this, physical intimacy that can’t be denied or not justified. He liked having this conformation that someone understood and loved him. And that was Hobie. 

Hobie’s lips were soft, yet chapped and cold, yet warm and plump. Maybe he was just romanticizing his first kiss, but this was the best kiss he’s ever experienced. 

They parted, unfortunately for the both of them and stared at each other. A beat skipped in Hobie’s heart when he heard Miles speak.

“I’ll stay by your side. For as long as possible, for as long as we’re together, I’ll stay with you forever, Hobie” A genuine smile displayed on Miles’s face. 

He loved him so much. 

[jellyfiishatr]

Being friends with them!!

a/n : just some friendly hang out sessions with the great spider four >_<★!!

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Characters : Miles Morales / Gwen Stacy / Pavitr Prabhakar / Hobie Brown

content : headcanon / fluff / platonic / pure silliness

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Miles Morales!! (Small Ganke mention!!)

☆ study sessions with these two ofcourse

☆ ^and by study sessions I mean Miles is doing work and Ganke's been done and has been playing videos games since you came over to their dorm

☆ Miles asks for help with English, and you ask for help with whatever you're missing

☆ if not study sesh, then definitely out and about spray painting a new wall

☆ ^I can imagine late night talks with him after he's finished a piece are very heart to heart, he loves to speak his mind to you and hopes you do aswell

☆ I can imagine you meeting his parents are a little nerve wracking since he's mentioned that they didn't like ganke or Gwen

☆ so you tried to be as respectful and kind to them as you possibly could (probably also kissing up to them idk I would too)

☆ if you also do art, you guys compare drawings and give eachother advice on what you need to work on

☆ ^definitely the type to steal your notes and draw in them during class

☆ ^will also steal said notes for a week and forger he has them till your banging on his door in the middle of the night before your assignments due and those notes are very much important to you

Gwen stacy!!

☆ it took a long time for her to actually consider you a friend, a lot of the time you just stayed following her and talking

☆ ^anything you said in those few months prior to her considering you a friend, went through one ear and out the other

☆ She's definitely a teaser, making fun of you in a friendly manner

☆ movie night, or weekly sleepovers at one another's house is a must with her

☆ ^she says she's into horror/action but is really into romcoms, she won't admit that outloud though

☆ I feel like she's really bad at cooking so teaching her how better her cooking skills has definitely happened once or twice

☆ ^she loves when you make her lunches, she usually buys you lunch for the next two days in return

☆ when she's playing the drums you usually sit right outside her window with headphones because she's likes to have her room shut off

☆ ^but she still wants to hang out so she makes you wait outside for about an hour till she's done and has you back inside for dinner

Pavitr Prabhakar!!

☆ Study sessions pt2!

☆ he's a straight A, top of the class student. He doesn't really need to do homework because he does it in class

☆ he does help you with yours though, especially if you're failing

☆ early morning walks, he's an early bird and makes you walk with him because "It's good for the mind!"

☆ if you're not an earlybird, you're grumbling the entire walk about how it's a "weekend" and how "you do this everyday pavitr" and how "you need to stop making me do this"

☆ he doesn't understand whatever you're trying to say and pushes you lightly the rest of the walk (that last part definitelywasnt written by pavitr, no definitely not)

☆ he loves to rant about his girlfriend, talking about how they sneaked out and went on a late night walk that week

☆ if you have an s/o you're definitely talking about them with pavitr, telling him all about them

☆ he's definitely a dog person, he always has a dog following him no matter what

☆ you guys are walking to school? There's a dog right behind you. Hanging out at his house? There's a dog right outside his bedroom window. LITERALLY IN SCHOOL?? A DOG HAS WALKED IN DURING THE MIDDLE OF CLASS AND SAT DOWN NEXT TO HIM WHILE THE TEACHER WAS AWAY

☆ ^everyone think he just has some sort of dog treats on him always but it's really from just recognizing his face from him always feeding them, such a sweetheart

Hobie Brown!!

☆ draws on your hand a lot

☆ ^you always have faded sharpie on you no matter what because of him

☆ you tease him for his accent constantly, saying "pip pip cheerio," or "ello luv." In the most horrible accent ever

☆ You have to go to protests or big government events with him, whether you're political or not he's dragging you along

☆ Always has little trinkets for you everytime you hang out

☆ hang outs in an abandoned building are a daily thing

☆ ^he's probably made you carry a big couch for him to put in a new hang out spot because he said he "knew a place."

☆ he did infact know a place

☆ the playlist guy, he's the one with fire songs to hype everyone up at rallies/protests

☆ knows how to design, outfits, or banners whatever. He knows how to do it right

☆ you'll always have heart to heart conversations with him, early in the morning, mid-day, or late at night

☆ if you ever bring up the topic, "you think we're friends in another universe?" He just looks at you and nods (I've mentioned this before in my hobie hcs)

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[hobiwonder]

Adventures of a closeted exhibitionist | 01 (m)

Pairing: hoseok x reader, f2l (future)

Genre: do i ever write anything other than smut

Words: 3k

Warnings: exhibitionism lol, hoseok is a FREAK freak, oral (f receiving), dirty talk.

Summary: where hoseok explores with his bff. i hope u like it pls validate me. 

a/n: this is an idea I pitched to @parkmuse​ and she n i were going to collab but then she got a cat and DITCHED ME (jeepers is v cute ngl). so instead of a full length one shot, im gunna make this a series. like a small one lol. this is unedited beyond microsoft putting the annoying red lines to tell me im illiterate. 

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It was roughly 9pm. Despite it being a Friday night, there were a fair few people still drifting about in the 24 hour library. This time of the semester being closer to the exam time you guess this isn’t such an atypical incidence. What was rare though, was you being here. On a Friday night. Where you’re usually getting shit-faced with your friends at Park Jimin’s weekly parties. Not here with your best friend Hoseok – who frequented the place more than you, actually – about to have sex with him. Yup. You heard right.

“Can you walk faster y/n? We’ll lose our spot!” His hurried whisper didn’t do much to mask and the nervous tremble in his voice. It was obvious your best friend wasn’t very adventurous and thus here you were, helping him out.

Slightly regretting your decision. This place was more crowded than you thought. You run forward to catch up with Hoseok’s long legs that kept weaving through the massive bookshelves with ease. Whereas if you were here by yourself – you’d certainly be lost.

“We won’t with the speed you are walking. Slow down, Hoseok.” Grumbling under your breath as you see no sign of him stopping to let you remember the way you guys had come to this part of the quiet library, you just opt to following him around like a lost puppy. Usually it’s the other way around.

Especially when Hoseok had asked you one day to try public sex with him.

“Well well well, never knew my reclusive best friend was such an exhibitionist.” You’d been whistling and hooting while smirking his way, watching him shuffle on his feet awkwardly. He was never too confident in speaking about his sex life and watching him squirm was so much fun to the evil part of your brain. Not that he had much of a sex life to expose. Hosoek was a sweet boy who did relationships. Long term ones. And he hadn’t even been on a date recently.

“W-Well, I’m not. Not yet. I’ve never tried anything like that. And you obviously have.”

You’d just shrugged nonchalantly in response.

“So… I want to try something. With you.” Naturally, your response had been to blink repeatedly, making sure you heard him right.

“No fucking way, Josè.”

“Please, please, please?! I don’t trust anyone other than you to do this with and not be weird about it.”

“What about you get an actual girlfriend Hobi? Hm? Ever thought of that.” He’d rubbed his temple with a pout on his face when you’d mockingly knocked your fingers against it. How did he not see how attractive he was? He could get anyone. Literally anyone.

“I haven’t had luck in that department, you know that.” Him gritting his answer through his teeth is probably one of the most frustrated you’d seen him and it makes you snort.

“Then just find someone willing and fuck her at the party?” The crude words bring a blush to his pretty face. How does he even plan on having sex in public?

“You know I can’t do that.” Shaking his head, he turns back towards you, “Besides… I don’t want it to be just anywhere. I want to d-do this at the library.” Your eyes had bugged out of your head once again at that. How did you not know how kinky your best friend was?

“Oh my god.” You can’t help the giggles that fight their way through your throat, “I cannot believe it Hoseok! You’re such a closeted freak.” Now you were full on cackling.

“Stop. I just wanted to try something.” The pout was back on his face and the little glazed look he had in his eyes had diminished slightly.

“Yeah and public sex from the get go? What will you be ‘trying’ next? Pegging and Anal?”

His brows furrow adorably. “What’s pegging?”

“Oookay. Let’s just get back to the topic at hand.” You didn’t want to give him any more ideas. Yet.

Somehow in the next few hours, you’d agreed to sleep with your best friend. At a library at that.

And here you were, nestled in a corner at one of the desks that were set up between the isles for people who wanted to browse journals and other various literature. Where you both sat was relatively isolated. Only the people who occasionally walked past the isles would be able to see two people sitting at a table – the table shielding your lower halves of the body – and only if they looked. The table was set against one of the isles and that would probably be the only concerning area. That someone on the other side of that shelf would be able to decipher what was going on. Okay maybe this was making you rethink your decision. Just a little.

“So, what do you think?” Hoseok was panting slightly as he looked around you both repeatedly, making sure no one was lingering on the fact that two students had disappeared off to a section that they could do more than study in. But you couldn’t see anything of the sort. Just everyone minding their own business for now. Besides, how loud could you both be anyway? This shouldn’t take too long.

“Pretty good. You must come here a lot to know such a precise spot?” Brows wagging teasingly in his direction, making his cheeks flare up even more.

“I do. But to study usually so this feels a bit… exhilarating.” His face tells you how excited he is but he is definitely nervous as well if the sweating is anything to go by.

You bump your shoulder slightly with his to ease his worries. “Hey, don’t sweat it. Literally.” You can’t help the laugh that he then tries to muffle with his hand. “No really! I’m very good at quickies.”

Your wink makes him blush but he still seems apprehensive. “It’s not that… I’m. Well. I-I can kind of lose control sometimes.”

You continue to deadpan him. Hoseok and losing control? Were you hearing correctly? Your sweet, nerdy, studious, calm and collected, shy best friend losing control? It can’t be that bad, right?

“I’m serious y/n. B-But I’ll try to keep in check.”

“…Okay. Anyway. You ready?” There is a moment of silence and it is quiet. You can hear when Hoseok swallows, the way he drags his gaze all over your coat cladded form and then finally, looks into your eyes. You never noticed how attractive Hoseok was up-close and that was what was making you nervous.

“I-I think so? How are we going to do this? Shit I didn’t think about the logistics through before coming here.” Hoseok had started to nervous ramble so you decided to take matters into your hand by sitting directly on his lap, facing him.

“W-Wha…. Is this how we’re- Wouldn’t that look too suspicious.” You tried not to roll your eyes.

“We’re about to screw in a library surrounded by people. Anything we do will make us look like horny college kids. At least this way if someone catches us people will think we’re only making out or something.”

Hoseok’s pretty mouth falls open in an ‘o’ understanding your reasoning. The law library is more dimly lit compared to others so it was easier to fly under the radar. It was obvious that Hoseok had brought you here to take full advantage of that. If Hoseok tends to lose control as he's said, it shouldn't attract too much attention even if he's a tad too loud. Wait, is it even about his volume?

Leaning down you level your face to his baby browns while he leans back as if you're infectious and not about to have sex, "What do you mean about lose control by the way? You're not going to scream up a storm are you? I swear to god Hoseok if you get us arrested-"

"It's not me you should be worried about," the reply comes without any stutters unlike how he spoke before, making your breath hitch. He's calm and collected, gaze slithering down your body like you were an otherworldly marvel.

This was not how you'd seen your best friend act in all the years you'd known him. Never have you felt this attracted to your usually shy, meek friend who seemed to be the most quaint person in your group of friends. Perhaps that's why you'd never really sexualised him before. Though it did always baffle you how he managed to date the prettiest girls.

"Okay weirdo."

The tremble in your voice is barely masked but you try and regain some of your composure by aggressively adjusting and slipping down your panties to mid thigh. Effectively breaking Hoseok's bravado when he audibly gulps, looking around him. It doesn't take long for you to feel the effects of your activities as Hoseok already feels considerably solid underneath you. A flush of embarrassment evident in your cheeks when he rubs the damp material of your panties between his index finger and thumb.

"You're so wet, y/n." The skin of your naked thighs covered in goosebumps with each carrels of Hoseok's veiny hands. When did they get so callous? The feeling brought another embarrassing amount of wetness down your thighs.

"S-Sorry." You shook your own head at your apology. Why did you say sorry? Guys love that, you knew.

Somehow, it felt different with Hoseok. You were being a lot more conscious about his likes and dislikes instead of your own. Which should've been a red flag. Yet, you continued with the dangerous game you were both playing. The perspiration on Hoseok's forehead gave away how affected he was as well despite the cool temperature inside the library.

"Are you kidding? I've... I've never been this turned on in my whole life."

You don't get a chance to respond, only garbled gasps when his cool fingers slip between your thighs, massaging the slick in the sensitive skin that connected your inner thighs to your pussy.

"H-Hoseok." His thumbs spread the wetness from your nether lips back to the sensitive patch of skin.

"Is this okay?" You're too caught up in the heat of the moment and the thousands of nerve endings that Hoseok's fingers were stimulating.

Your head was lolling around like you were drunk and that was enough indication for him to carry on. It was terrifying how little he had done and you were already lacking the ability to comprehend anything other than his touch. Your hands were dropping beneath you carelessly, trying to find the hard length that was persistently pressing in you. You were turned on beyond belief and you needed to feel Hoseok inside you. Now.

Hoseok had other plans.

"Slow down, y/n." His chuckle is breezy, albeit a little throatier than usual. But it doesn't stop your quest to get your hands inside his pants.

"Hoseok I need you to get inside me." Your plan to be stern backfires.

You had hoped that telling Hoseok you meant business would get him to submit to you like it usually does. However, the heady look in his eyes tells you otherwise. You're proven wrong when instead, Hoseok locks his eyes with yours, as if challenging the autonomy you had in this situation. You're unable to move, just feel as the plunge of his nimble fingers inside you has you gripping his shoulders for a lifeline. Your head was already mushy and all basic comprehension had gone out the door. The sounds accompanying each agonising push and pull extremely erotic, making the blush bloom deeper on your already heated skin.

The onslaught of sensations had made it easy to forget about the world around you. If someone was to catch you right now, you weren't sure if you would let Hoseok stop the delicious friction inside you. The way he looked at his fingers sliding their rhythm inside you, completely entranced by your body, made another gush of wetness flow down his thrusting digits. He had barely fingered you for five minutes and you were already like a full damn ready to burst. Hoseok finally looked up when the scissoring motion of his fingers made you gasp loud enough to startle him.

it was getting increasingly difficult to keep your volume down. Now you knew why Hoseok had redirected the question about being quiet, to you. His other hands wrapped around your hips, just above the dip in your spine to keep you from thrashing off his lap. You were at the point where your body was so close that every thrust of his wrist bordered on pushing you over the edge. Body moving towards the movement and away from it in the same second.

“I don’t think I want that just yet.” His lips shone from the constant contact with his tongue.

Maybe he was giving you a tongue show on purpose. To be even more cruel when you were already suffering (in the best way possible). Hoseok was always mischievous. Not as obvious as your other friends like Taehyung or Jungkook. And you were finding out just how devious he is. Dragging on the assault on your pussy. Stretching the thread until you’re clawing your hands down his back, whispering ‘please’ like a symphony.

“You like this?”

“Y-Yes Hoseok. Please just f-fuck me already.” Your threatening growl only makes him smirk and fasten the pace of the three fingers inside you.

“I really wanna watch you squirt y/n. With all these people just a few feet away. Can you do that for me?”

His whispers near your ear makes you flinch away with each word. Body so sensitive to any form of stimulation that you were scared you were going to cum just from listening to the low timbre of his voice. Hoseok’s eyes were glazed over, the hard insistent bulge was digging in your thighs with even more ferocity. Yet, he denied himself the pleasure you were so readily offering. Why was he torturing the both of you like this, ugh.

Suddenly, he pushes you back against the table behind you, making you grasp the wooden edges in order to brace yourself. However, the action left you exposed, skirt pushed up enough to reveal Hoseok’s hands rhythmically pushing forward and backwards. The open position of your thighs and the air now touching your heated skin making you feel everything just a bit more. His fingers were hitting the spongy spot on the top of your walls just right that you’re whimpering and clenching your hands around the wood, just not the type you wanted to be holding.

“F-Fuck Hoseok if w-we get caught p-people-”

“Will see your cunt swallowing my fingers? I know y/n.” His smile is devilish. He’s reveling in your fear of being found out and you know this is exactly what his fantasy is.

Your breathing is harsh and you’re bordering on being a little too loud. It becomes even more of a problem when you start feeling the zaps of pleasure in your core that are hurtling you towards completion. Hoseok’s angled fingers repeat the motions that elicited the response when he sees you thrashing.

“Right there huh? That feel good?”

You can’t speak. Biting so hard on your lip, trying to not scream blooding murder, that tears are pooling in your eyes, blurring your vision. The strength in your arms leaves as you collapse on the table, head pushing back and one hand going to hold the one almost fisting inside you. You’re so close you can almost taste it. Everything is too much and it’s an impossible feat to stay quiet and inconspicuous.

“God, you’re being so loud. If you’re any louder people will hear you cumming all the way from outside.” And yet he doesn’t sound concerned.

Hoseok’s eyes are feral, watching you hold on to his hand while his wrist is snapping powerfully towards that one spot that has you seeing spots. You’re moaning even louder now and he has to get up from his seat to put his other hand around your mouth to drown out your sounds that are going straight to his dick. God, you were so sexy he was going to cum in his pants from just watching the tears roll down the side of your face.

“Yeah? You’re gunna cum baby? Squirt all over my fingers?”

He wasn’t expecting a response from you with how fucked out you were but your eyes peering into his let him know that you heard him. And that you were going to cum. Hoseok slips his thumb up to your clit, rolling it in tandem with his deep thrusts and within seconds, you’re screaming out your orgasm. Your cunt grabbing his fingers like a vice but Hoseok is still dragging his digits along your walls to prolong the pleasure. His whole hand is thoroughly wet because you indeed, squirted like he asked.

It’s hard to comprehend if what you experienced was a fever dream or you actually blacked out for a few seconds because of how hard you came. You’re still breathing hard and you feel hoseok’s hand ease around your mouth. He’s pressing kisses along your decolletage, fingers till lazily moving inside you until you’re pushing them away.

“That was so hot. Thank you y/n, you’re the best.” You were getting whiplash from how he’d turned back into his sickly sweet self when he was just giving you the best orgasm of your life a few minutes ago.

“Yeah, w-well, I may not be able to walk out of here.” you can’t quite look him in the eyes yet. Not when he’d just fucked your brains out and real fucking was about to come.

“Don’t worry, I think you’ve had enough today so that’s for next time.” He smiles his 1000 watt smile at you before sucking the wetness off his fingers. Your face is so red you might pass out.

Next time?

[oftenderweapons]

The Magic Touch - hyung line

Pairing: hyung line member x reader

Wordcount: 1.2-1.8k words

Genre: smut, angst, fluff

Rating: 18+

Hello there everyone! I was very conflicted about posting, especially since I realised some of you might be focusing your energies on the BLM movement -- at the same time I thought that, as a writer, one of my priorities is to offer a momentary getaway from real life, especially since many countries are still affected by quarantine and lockdown, and many of us might need to get away from all the stress in the meantime. 

As I mentioned in my previous post, I’m pretty busy with exams and studying but I really wanted to post it (even though I don’t know when I’ll be able to finish the maknae line, Jimin’s scenario is giving me a rough time). I really, really want to post because last week, on May 28th, we celebrated International Masturbation Day! So, as you can see, the theme is masturbation. 

I think that the general message here is that you don’t have to be single to masturbate, and that masturbation and couple life are not mutually exclusive.  

TRIGGER WARNINGS: There is swearing. Also, well THIS IS QUITE DESCRIPTIVE (sometimes even too descriptive for my own good), pretty much any kind of masturbation, mostly mutual, but also individual, of course this thing is filled with exhibitionism and voyeurism, these guys are not shy about porn and some of the girlfriends aren’t either (ahem), unprotected foreplay and spit play, mentions of unprotected sex (GUYS, PLAY IT SAFE, CONDOMS, DENTAL DAMS, GET TESTED REGULARLY!!!!), sensory deprivation, blindfold (again, guess who’s the freakiest of them all ? ;)))))))) mentions of sextapes. Jin’s scenario might contain some angst, based on the little gap I imagine between Jin’s fictional gf and him; Hobi’s scenery also contains slight angst but waterfalls of fluff too; Joon’s a daddy, fucking fight me; Yoongi and his gf could talk abt sex for hours and they would be absolutely fine with it (talk your kinks out with your s/o, sex gets 100 times more intimate and fun!!!!!)

Here you can find the maknae line

And here you can find my masterlist

Namjoon

“Hello there,” Namjoon said, standing against the door. 

You turned, without even feeling guilty or shy. “Hello.” Your hand slowed down, the motion subsided to focus on the conversation with your boyfriend. 

“Didn’t know you had started without me.”

“Wanna join?” With a smirk you patted on the bed beside you. 

“What you watching?”

“Mh, just scrolling.”

“Yeah?”

He took off his jacket and shirt, his hands fumbling with his belt. 

“Slow down, Joonie, we don’t want you to trip and hurt yourself.” You chuckled, your hand again picking up the rhythm. 

You had come home early from the office and headed straight for the shower. Wrapped in a towel, you had realised you still had a bit more than an hour to yourself. You laid down and let the towel unwrap, stretching to reach your phone on the bedside table. It had been only twenty minutes when you heard the keys enter the lock at the front door, though he didn’t call for you. He hadn’t expected you home yet. 

Still, you let your whimpers resound louder from the room, moaning his name, hoping he would hear you.

When Namjoon found you, you were laying against the headboard, one hand scrolling through random NSFW gifs, the other caressing your pubis, quite innocently, not to actually reach completion, but merely to arouse. 

“Where do you want me?” He asked, climbing on the bed beside you, his boxers still on.

“Behind me, I wanna lay against you.” You sat up and moved your hips forward, letting him sit behind you, his head and back propped against the pillows, as you lay with your shoulders against his chest. 

“Are we looking for anything in particular?”

“Don’t know. The usual?”

He kissed the tender skin behind your ear. “Want me to take over?” He was already reaching for your chest, gripping a breast with a heavy touch. 

You thought about it for a second. Nodding, you moved the hand between your legs inch away, the tips of his fingers ghosting over the sensitive skin under your belly button. 

“What do we have here? Let me see, love.” He half-whispered with that deep voice of his. 

In the meanwhile your hand reached for his thigh, your nails scraping against the soft, sensitive skin there. “It’s been a long week. I need to decompress.”

“You wanted some alone time? Want me to go?” He said, understanding filling his voice.

“I want you to take me there. Help me stop thinking.” You tapped on a gif, looking at the way a woman’s hips undulated against a man’s face. 

“I’m here for you.” His lips venerated you. “You like that?” He meant the gif. 

“You know I love your lips there.”

“The weekend’s long, let’s save that for later.” His palm started stroking your outer labia, your spine muscles relaxing against his chest.

Another gif, now of a woman performing oral on a man. “What about this?” You teased. 

He moaned when you turned your arm behind your back, reaching for his manhood over the fabric. “Your mouth’s pretty. I like fucking it. Prefer your hands though.” You knew you would find loads of lovebites on your neck and shoulders later in the evening. 

“You’re enormous, just one third of you fills my mouth. The problem’s the thickness.”

He chuckled. “Doll’s mouth. So tiny.” 

You reached inside his underwear. “Oh, I like this one,” You said, looking at the screen, a man fucking a woman while standing, lifting her up and down against his length. 

“I’ll have to hit the gym like JK to get that.”

“Bet his girlfriend gets a lot of that game — Wait, yes, there...” you replied, his hand circling your clit just right. 

“Like this?” He questioned. 

You nodded. “We’re lazier.” You said, continuing your previous conversation.

“We’re older. We like the mind games.” He commented. You giggled agreeingly. “Look at you. Half of the sex happens in your brain. No youngling could give you that.”

“You know what I like.” The hand on your breast moved to your nape, massaging your scalp and tense tendons. “That’s it...” You abandoned yourself against him. 

“I wanna take off my boxers but I don’t wanna let go of you.” He kissed the tip of you ear. 

“Take ‘em off.” You gave him space to manoeuvre out of them, licking your lips at the sight of his sex. You swallowed, your mouth salivating, your desire inhibiting your embarrassment. 

“Not yet, come back here.”

You didn’t waste time easing back, your free hand naturally reaching for him. 

“You taught me a lot with your naughty hands.” He commented as he again started touching you, now with more pressure. He let two fingers slip inside, your arousal making the insertion so easy you blushed. 

“So wet. Bet your pretty pussy is clenching for me. Thinking about my cock.”

“Joon-“

With two of his fingers tweaking your nipple, other two pressing your g-spot, you started stimulating him with more pressure, adding a squeeze. 

“____, yes, just like that.” He praised, calling out your name. His tip was blunt and soft, the texture like marshmallow. The heady smell of your arousal filled the room, his moans intensifying with the way you rolled your thumb against his frenulum. 

“Open wide baby, wanna use both my hands on you.” You spread your legs further, obediently, the addition of his middle finger caressing your clit making you focus and suddenly turn very quiet, your breaths becoming more shallow and rare.  

“Keep going like that, baby, don’t stop, I’m so close.” He moaned, licking your neck.

“Joonie— ”

“Let go, love.” As you took one last breath you felt your limbs catching fire and caving in, your whole body melting. 

“Yes, babe.” Taking the hand on your clit away from you, he kept massaging your inner walls heavily and slowly, applying that pressure that you always needed to fully enjoy and ease out of your orgasm. With one hand joining yours, he helped you around his girth, squeezing the base as you fondled the head. 

“There, yes— ” He moaned again, his hips now rutting against you, and finally with a groan you felt him spilling over, the orgasm catching him by surprise as he collapsed over your shoulder, “There. Love, fuck, yes.” The warmth of his cum hit your hand and your lower back, and you used the lubrication to caress him gently, slowly, accompanying him out of the high. 

Your phone now discarded on the bed, you turned around, laying your front against his. “Joon, I love you.”

“Love you too, little vixen. My pretty doll.” He palmed your ass and kissed your lips calmly. “Wanna get cleaned up.”

“By now the sheets are messed up. Might as well finish the job.”

He smiled viciously then bit the inside of his cheek. “Then get on your knees, Princess.”

Seokjin

“I’m not sure I’m allowed to do this.” He said.

“Why not?” 

“It’s- Private?”

“Don’t you like it?”

Jin loves you. Every little inch of you. Every nook and cradle. He loves the air around you, worships the ground you walk on. And of course the feeling is mutual. “Don’t ask dumb questions.”

“Maybe I just wanna hear you say it.”

“I love you. And I really like it. But are you truly okay with it?”

“I’m doing it because I love how you look at me.”

“How do I look at you?”

“Like I have all the secrets in the universe.” He kissed your lips tenderly. He could barely hold himself together. He was scared to move. His eyes hesitant, he gave in and started getting caught up in the video again. 

“That mole over there,” he whispered, eyes droopy as you kissed his face, your hand spurring him on. “It’s so yours. Unique.”

You took a deep breath. 

“Why are we watching it on the screen when you could be doing that right in front of me?”

“Because I caught you jacking off to one of the videos I sent you while you were on tour. Now I wanna see what you do when I’m not around.”

“Why is your hand on me, though?” He said with a playful smirk. 

“Because I can’t help wanting to touch you.” You replied matter of factly. 

“Keep your hands to yourself and sit on the chair, please.” He suggested, exiling you to the comfy armchair in the near corner of the room and getting the bed all to himself. With one hand he kept the phone propped to a comfortable angle, the other, a bit shaking, timidly propped against his jutting hipbone. He let his fingers tentatively spider to his sex, laying against his lower belly, so hard and looking so delicious. 

You watched how his hand wrapped around himself, how the thumb started teasing the head, without much pressure. From his breathy moans you could tell it wouldn’t be long until he come apart. Oh, how his eyes were glued to the screen… Normally you wouldn’t be this affected, he’s looked at you with those eyes from up close while you were making love, still seeing this from a distance, as a third party, really made you understand how much he loves you. And how much you love him too.

“So beautiful.” He murmured, his eyes still entranced. “I can’t believe I can have that whenever I want.”

“I’m yours.” You said in a small voice from your corner. 

His hand got still for a second, his head turning towards you. “I love you.”

“I love you too.” You replied, your stare gently holding his. “I want to see you cum.”

He blinked slowly, his gaze again on the video, his hand massaging slowly from the base to the tip, squeezing, the soft of the palm on his hand stroking against his tip. His slightly high pitched groan was all you needed to tell that he’d be lasting less than seconds now. His face wrinkling, his legs flexing and his back arching, you marvelled at how his hips snapped up, his dick forcefully fucking his hand. You got truly surprised at how strong he could be, and how much he must have always restrained himself while fucking you. He was always careful about your well being, holding himself back not to hurt you. 

“That’s my handsome, lovely man.” You commented from the chair, licking your lips as a thin string of his semen dangled from his palm and fell to his lower stomach. He had avoided making a mess, keeping himself in his palm. 

You wanted a taste. 

You climbed onto the bed, crawling between his legs. 

“What are you doing?” He looked wary. 

“I’m hungry.”

“Want me to cook?” He asked, getting ready to get up. 

“No. I want to taste you.” His lips curled, his expression doubtful. Oral sex wasn’t among your most common activities. Sometimes he felt too shy for it, like it was too daring. 

Sometimes you marveled at all the things he didn’t do because of nerves or because “it’s not really appropriate”.

As you saw the discomfort lingering on his face, you took a step back, hands retreating to your own comfort zone. You felt yourself shutting off. 

There are differences between you and Jin, and you’ve always known it. He wouldn’t always explore with you. Considering how far you’ve gone together today, you really didn’t know why you felt so disappointed. 

“What is it?” He asked, concern overcoming shyness. 

“Does it bother you? That I’m so dirty?” You asked, avoiding his stare. 

“No. I’m just afraid of hurting you. When you put your mouth on me I get nervous and I can barely concentrate on anything but the feel of you. Makes it very difficult not to snap. And when it happened you always ended up with a sore throat.” He used his clean hand to tip your chin towards him. “Maybe you don’t realise it, but you’re so cute and small and sometimes I just wished I could trap you beneath me and do you messy, but when I let go, I see you wince and I get back in control.”

“I might wince or choke or end up with a sore throat but I don’t care. All I care about is I was looking at you right now, wishing you did me like that, hard and fast. Every now and then.”

“You want it like that?” He asked with wonder. 

“I just need you to get me ready, warm me up a little and be patient if I ask you to slow it down a notch.”

The hand on your chin caressed your face. 

“Okay. And of course we can go gradually. See how far you can take it.” He kissed you temple and then your lips. 

Naked and below him, his fingers started exploring your most intimate parts, toying with your delicate breasts, adoringly caressing your sides, reaching you hipbones and carefully tipping closer to the apex of your thighs. 

There was nothing but adoration in his eyes as you gripped his strong shoulders as an anchor, his caresses teasing all the right places, stimulating all the right nerve endings, his fingers inside pressing the exact same spot of his digits outside you.

You went off in record time, much to his surprise, eyes blown wide and imploring as he gently accompanied you in your high. You loved his hands. But the thing you adored the most were his eyes, bathing in the vision of you, covering you in nothing but love.

Yoongi

You were both being lazy on the sofa, nothing to do on the rainy Sunday afternoon. You were almost ready to head to bed for a cozy winter nap when he tutted with his mouth a couple times, then pouted a little and turned to you. 

"Do you wanna watch something?"

You turned on your side, looking at him from your side of the sofa. He was sitting at one end, a book in his lap, one hand innocently trapped between his thighs, close to his knees, as if to warm it up. You were on the other side, curled up under a blanket that covered you up to your nose, only your hand, your phone and your eyes coming out of the covers. 

"Mh. What do you wanna watch?"

"I was thinking of trying something." 

"Like?" 

"Porn?" 

You chuckled, thinking it was a joke. He was dead serious though. You stopped laughing and looked at him with fascination. "Okay."

"Good." He grabbed the TV-remote and quickly connected it. 

"Do you usually watch it on the TV?"

"If I need to, I watch it on the laptop, but I used the TV while you were away." 

You had been on a 10-day trip for a family party -- a cousin of yours was getting married and wanted you to be there as a bridesmaid, and Yoongi had preferred to stay at home, waiting for a better moment to be introduced to your family, not wanting to steal the attention from the bride and groom. 

"Was it a satisfactory experience?" 

He looked at you, questioning whether it was a test. "I guess…"

"What were you watching?" You asked curiously. 

"I didn't watch it all, just some foreplay. I wasn't in the mood. But it was good, that's why I thought you could enjoy it too. The director's a woman and you can really tell it's female-supporting." 

You smiled at that, your man being considerate in every single way. "That's very nice of you, Yoongi." 

"I'm glad you wanna try this with me." He showed you the platform, the different titles and the one he had selected. Even the cover picture looked quite decent and classy. 

He sat on the sofa again, this time closer to you. You also sat up, cuddling against him.

"Ready?" He asked. "We don't have to do this, you know." 

"Yeah, but I want to." You took his hand and kissed his cheek. 

He pressed play. It looked cute. A nice dinner at home, candles, flowers, slightly cliché but really cute, romantic. The chemistry between the actors was cute. They looked like they were dating. 

"That looks very nice." 

"Yeah, mundane. Average. I thought it was nice because it shows them in a relationship. It's like 'you know, you can do this stuff with your girlfriend, cause maybe that's the stuff she likes.'" He said, shrugging. 

"That's cool."

They were kissing. 

“Sometimes I forget not all couples talk it out.” He commented, still watching the video.

“I like it this way, being open about it. I think it makes us happier.”

Some clothes were now missing. She was wearing sexy lingerie, still something realistic. One of your triggers were the disgustingly cheap, poorly made and revealing clothes these actress usually wear. As if you need a short chequered skirt and no panties to be turned on. Usually all it took you was one of Yoongi’s enormous white T-shirts and very unsexy grandma cotton briefs to turn him on, often leading to him bending you over the closest flat surface or burying his tongue between your folds.

“What would you do if I were more vanilla?”

You thought about it, staring at the screen without really watching. “I don’t know. We could talk it out. Explore what you’re willing to try. Probably I’d masturbate more.” You quietly mulled over the idea. 

“You wouldn’t leave me?”

“It’ll probably be a revelation to you but I’m not just here for the sex.”

He laughed, leaning against you. 

“I think I’d leave you if I found myself wanting someone else, something more. If I found out that I’m really missing it rough. And also if you felt uncomfortable about the imbalance.”

“That’s good. Honest,” he replied, his tone neutral and reasonable. 

“But you’re not all that vanilla.” You commented, looking at him from head to toe. 

“Maybe I am.” He said, looking at the way the man picked the woman up and kissed her against the wall. With a furtive motion you delicately strokes you hand down your thigh, reaching for the spot where your knee connected with his. He parted his legs a little more, looking lazily at your leg for a second, then focusing again on the tv. 

You were slightly bothered by the lack of attention he was paying you, most surely teasing you. 

The couple had moved to the sofa, she was getting rid of the underwear, he was touching himself to the sight of her. 

“Were you vanilla when you fucked me against the mirror in the walk in closet last Saturday?” You nudged your hand higher up his inner thigh. 

“Pay attention to the movie, please.” He said with a snicker. 

“I’m sure I’m not missing out on the plot.”

“How arrogant,” He commented. As a reply you pushed your palm against his clothed crotch.

“You say I’m arrogant?”

“We both know you act all bold but if I were to touch you now you wouldn’t last a minute.”

“Is it a challenge?” You asked, stroking him with more passion now. 

“Wanna see how long’s gonna take me?” He taunted. “Off with those pants and open up wide, kitten.”

“Show me yours and I’ll show you mine.” He smiled at you with a cheeky grin. 

A few minutes later you were both naked from the waist down, his pants rolled around his calves, his eyes on the screen, one of his hands comfy and snug against your sex, the other behind your shoulders playing with your chest and nipple. 

“You eat me out way better than he’s doing with her.” You commented, both your hands busy around his shaft, every now and then caressing his testicles gently. You were a complicated tangle of arms and legs, your left one flung over his right, in order to gain more space for him to finger you, but also to keep him open. 

“Because I love you.” He commented. “And because you taste like sugar.”

You moaned, warning him that you were reaching your limit. “Are you close?”

“If you keep doing that with my balls I might.”

Without even knowing how, you found yourself both spent, your head propped against the headrest of the sofa, cradled in his arm, his sensitive eyes hidden in the crook of your neck, mouthing at it in the calm that possessed him after an orgasm. 

“We’re way better.” You replied.

“That’s why I usually watch our videos.” He deadpanned. 

Hoseok

“Yes? No? Maybe?”

“I think it’s a yes.”

“Great. Amazing.” He grabbed some lube and poured it over himself. “Is it good like this?”

“Perfect.”

“Want me to switch the light off?”

“No, the bedside lamp is good.” You answered sweetly. 

“Do you want me to start?”

You paused and licked your lips. “I think I’m a bit nervous.”

“I don’t really understand why, but I think I’m a tad nervous too.”

You suddenly sat up, your mood set aflame. “Yeah, right, I mean, we’ve done way more kinky stuff than this. I don’t get why I’m so tense.”

“Maybe it’s because we usually don’t plan it like this. It comes natural.”

“I mean, some nights we do plan it out like a week ahead, so everything’s ready and we don’t risk any accident. But it’s just jerking off, in front of each other. I’ve touched myself in front of you so many times already. Fuck me, I actually squirted while you fingered me. Why am I so damn tense?”

“It’s okay, sweetie. No need to do this tonight.” He said, understandingly, not a sliver of disappointment in his voice.

“But look at you.” You frowned. All you wished was to reach out and touch him. “You look so hot.” He was hard, naked, beautiful in front of you.

“What do you want me to do?” He said, leaning over you, kissing you with devotion. 

You needed to have control. His usually domineering attitude didn’t relax you tonight. You needed to hold the reins. That’s when the idea struck you: you rummaged in the drawer beside the bed, finding one of the first articles you’d bought as a couple. A silky black blindfold. 

He looked at you. “I guess that’s not for you.” He smiled.

“Not tonight, no.”

You hoped he trusted you enough to let you watch him while he couldn’t see you. “Do you want to put it on me?”

“Sit against the headboard. You’ll be more comfortable.” His face got warm at your display of concern.

He settled as you suggested, pressing a frilly kiss against his smile, your hands slipping the blindfold around his head and over his eyes. “You ready?” You asked.

“Whenever, darling.”

“Can’t wait to see you like this, Hobi.” You were trembling with anticipation to see him this vulnerable. 

In the meanwhile he had noticed how sensitive his senses grew when his vision was inhibited. He thought your breathing was already louder. Had you already started touching yourself? His memory helped him create an image. You kneeling, knees wide apart, your whole palm moving in circles against your lower belly, every motion inching closer to your intimate parts. 

He grabbed the base of his shaft, the lube now warmer though a bit dry. He felt your weight dip the mattress on each side of his hips, then a warm liquid falling over his sex, from the tip to the base. “Is that you?”

“Thought you needed it wetter than that,” you said apprehensively.

“Thank you. Is it…”

“You love it when I use my saliva.”

“Good god.” The sudden image of you, eyes closed, mouth open and drool dripping down your tongue. 

Then he heard your quiet moan. “Are you touching yourself already?”

“Two fingers inside me. I could probably insert a third. You’re so sexy. You’re making me so fucking wet I’m dripping, Hobi.”

“Let me feel it. Can I use it to stroke myself?”

You guided the hand on his cock between your legs, dragging against the inner side of your legs, where your thighs grew tender, and you let him feel how your wetness reached even there. Impatiently he cupped your cunt. “Sweetie, you’re so warm and sensitive. You must be so turned on. So fucking plump. And so, so wet.” He licked his lips and brought his hand to his mouth. “So sweet. If I entered you now I would be gone in seconds.” He chuckled. “So embarrassing.”

“It’d be lovely. You’d like it so much you wouldn’t even be able to help yourself. And we know you’re always ready for multiples,” you giggled. “It wouldn’t affect your overall perfect streak at all.”

“I love making you cum with my fingers.” In the meanwhile he was back to your thighs, using his full hand to tease you with some friction, then using your wetness on his dick, tugging himself slowly but with quite some pressure. “I love getting hard again while I finger you. You’re ten times tighter when I enter you again. And you always lose it. Really, it’s so easy to overstimulate you. It’s my favourite thing.” He emitted a grunt as he reached the tip and circled his all palm over the sensitive sponge tissue, the colour a bright red. 

You thought of how easy it would be to make him cum now if you trapped his glans between your cheeks and tongue, rolling it against his frenulum. Your hips started undulating on their own against your fingers. Hoseok immediately heard the small whine you emitted. "I wanna know when you're close."

"I need to see you cum first."

He grew impatient and whiny. "Come on." The rhythm of his hand was now furious, his hips writhing like wild, vicious, the kind of pace that made your legs shake and you eyes roll shut when he moved inside you. 

"Come on baby, if you cum I'll let you see me."

"Touch me, please. I need you," he cried, feverishly needy. 

One of your hands cupped his balls, the other caressing his face, comforting him. "I'm here, baby."

His panic subsided but his frenzy kept spurring him, his brow creasing. You kissed his forehead, his mouth opening and a silent cry leaving his throat. 

You were used to him being noisy and shameless, but this vulnerability and softness were rare and precious. 

He came, his semen spilling on his hand and his abs, hot spurts coming out almost endlessly, causing in you both wonder and worry. With his hips slowing down, his essence started bubbling more discreetly on his tip, rolling down in pearly globes down his shaft and onto your hand. 

"Are you okay, my love?" You instantly removed the blindfold, his eyes searching for your face. 

"It was the most intense thing ever." He said, almost scared, finding peace in your arms. 

You stretched to the t-shirt you had abandoned on the bed, drying the sweat on his face. "You are the most marvellous thing I have ever seen." You kissed him again in comfort and praise. "I've got you." You pondered over licking him clean or simply cleaning him with your cloth. Considering how sensitive he must be, you gently dabbed the fabric against his abdomen, then using it to clean your hand and, very with a very light touch, his soft sex. 

"Did you…?" 

"You were all I needed." 

You didn't mind helping him get clean in the shower, your needs shut down by his own. 

You didn't mind falling asleep beside him right after you finished taking care of him. 

Most importantly, you didn't mind when he woke you up with his mouth on your nipple, pressing his hard on against your clit and finally helping you with your arousal. After all, for him once was never enough.

[dreamyjoons]

case studkrkgksnwk // jhs

⇢ Study study study. You have to revise for upcoming exams, but your boyfriend Hoseok is tired of having to share you with your textbooks.

Genre/warning: established relationship! Fluff, smut. Oral (f recieving), fingering, swearing.

Word count: 2.2k

A/N: hello! Happy Valentines! Here is my drabble for the ksmutclub’s Secret Admirer project. The apple of my eye was @justonedaywithmysunshine ! Talking about you going back to college got this idea in my head, I hope you don’t mind 👀 I hope you enjoy, I loved getting to talk to you and being your Tulip 🌷more to come soon 🥴

You shuck your coat off your shoulders, letting it crumple to the floor as you stagger through your apartment.

Hoseok sits up from the sofa, the sound of you dragging through your shared place unmistakable.  

“Hey.” He smiles, dropping his phone beside him.

He leans up and hangs over the edge of the chair, waiting expectantly, beaming up at you. His smile is so bright that you can’t help but mirror him. You step forward and plant a soft kiss on your boyfriend’s lips before stepping back and watching his heart-shaped smile sit easily.

“Hey.” You mirror, walking away to drop your heavy rucksack on the dining table.

The table was littered with papers and pages of your scrawly handwriting. Hoseok tried his best to keep it ordered and neat but you were like a tornado, sending pages flying in a frantic bid to keep your studies up to date.

He swivels on his spot on the couch and watches as you empty the contents of your bag onto the surface, dark brown eyes narrowed. You glance over at him, but he looks away quickly, running a finger and thumb through his dark hair.

“How was class? You better not be making a mess up there.” He makes his voice low and authoritative, but you know he’s only playing. You merely stick out your tongue in response, to which he scrunches his face.

“It was okay. I’ve got a mountain of things to do though.” You groan, slumping into the chair. You take a moment to roll your shoulders before sitting up and getting to work.

You flip open your laptop and spread your books out around you, bleary eyes slowly scanning across the assorted pile of information. You hear Hoseok whine as he gets to his feet, shuffling towards you.

He stands beside you, fingers absently tracing patterns into the sleeve of your shirt. You lean into his touch, trying to ignore the fact that you’d not been able to truly get to cuddle - let alone anything else - for a few weeks now. It was starting to get to the both of you.

“Do you have to do that now?” He whines, pouting his lips dramatically at you.

“Yes, I have a test tomorrow and the day after.” You sigh, shuffling your books around.

He huffs, slumping as he watches you. You raise an eyebrow at him before averting your gaze, trying hard to ignore the puppy-dog eyes he was trying to lure you in with.

Your computer boots finally, and as you begin to pull up note from your lecture, his finger drags up your shoulder and pushes your hair aside. You let your eyes flicker for a second but ignore him, determined to see this study session through.

It isn’t until his lips press at the juncture between your neck and your shoulder that your eyes slam shut. A gasp leaves your lips as he moves up your neck, gently placing soft kisses behind your ear.

“H-Hobi… wait.” You whisper, voice breaking.

“What love? I’m not trying to stop you.”

“You’re distracting me.”

“Fine.” He sighs, stepping back and letting your hair fall back into place.

You ignore the disappointment that settles in your stomach as you start to read back over your notes. He’s pushed from your mind as you begin to get into it, transfering important information to your botes.

You barely hear him sulking around over the top of your keyboard, but it isn’t until you feel something budge your leg that you snap out of your trance.

“Hobi?”

There’s no reply. After a moment you move back to your work, assuming that he’d gone to do some work on his own assignment.

Barely a minute passes before fingers are reaching into the waistband of your leggings and panties, tugging them down past your knees. You yelp as you’re jolted in the seat, cool air hitting your core.

“What the fu-“

“I don’t hear you working.”

“I’m half naked, Hoseok!”

You shuffle your panties back up, but as you make a grab for your leggins he rips them back down again. You lean down and glare at him, watching as he pouts up at you.

“Do you not want to have some fun, Y/N?” He asks, voice soft despite how awkwardly he is bent under the table.

“Of course baby, but I have to study.”

He purses his lips, the neediness plain on his face.

“Fine.”

“Great.” You roll your eyes, sitting up and moving to pull up your underwear at the very least.

“But... let me try something. I saw it in a Cosmo one.”

You stifle a giggle as you lean back under the table, eyebrow raised. He looks at you with a glint in his eye.

“You’ve read Cosmo?”

“Yeah, I wanted to read a review they had on a moisturiser.” He shrugs. “Just sit up and get back to work. Trust me.”

You stare at him for a moment before sighing, giving in to his request. You ponder for just a moment as to where his mind could possibly be going when you feel his finger slide up your slit.

You gasp, sitting bolt upright in the chair as his finger rocks back down lightly over your core.

“Hobi!”

“Keep working.” His voice is low and authoritative.  

An excited jolt runs through you as you subconsciously let your legs fall open wider. You wait, but he makes no more moves, simply letting himself lean against your legs. His breath rolls up the inside of your thighs, the soft scent of his shampoo drifting up, the combination almost heady.

Cautiously you begin to type out another sentence, your body practically thrumming for him. It isn’t until you had been typing for another solid ten seconds or so that you feel another finger ghost across your clit. Your eyes flutter for a moment, but you’re determined not to let the sensation go.

You continue to move notes across, fighting the roll of your hip with each gentle pass that Hoseok floats over your clit.

“Keep going, Y/N.” Comes the voice from beneath the table, and you bite your lip in anticipation.

You flip your page, forcing your hips to still before typing again. This time you felt nothing, and was considering to check if he was still there-

Hoseok licks a wide strip up your slit, tongue flicking ever so lightly across your clit.  

“Hobi…” you moan, fingers scrunching the pages scattered before you.

“I can’t hear you working.” His voice is barely above a whisper, lips so close to your clit that you can practically feel him grazing you.

With a blank mind, you absently begin to press random keys, hoping to lure him back out.

It works. He presses his fingers into the soft insides of your thighs, spreading you for him. He’s on you within a second, rolling his tongue over your clit.

You suck in a breath, fingers barely tapping keys as the tip of his tongue darts across your core. A hand slides down to tangle in his hair, to pull him closer and stop the teasing but he pulls away, detaching your grip from his dark locks.

“Now now, you said you needed to study.” You can hear the smirk in his voice, and you’re almost glad you can’t see the smug look through the table.

You whine, bringing your hand back on top of the table but shuffling forward in your seat so that you’re right on the edge.

“How can I concentrate?” You moan, trying to subtly thrust your hips at him.

“Positive reinf-“

“Hobi, if you’re trying to Pavlov me into remembering my notes because you’re eating me out, I swear-“

You’re cut off as he puts his lips on your clit, sucking it into his mouth and flicking it quickly with his tongue. Your words choke off as your hands grip the edge of the table, rolling your hips into his face.

His thumb brushes the inside of your thighs, stroking the soft skin as he lets his tongue swirl your sensitive nub.

He pulls off you with a wet pop, letting a delicate finger trace around the throbbing area before moving his finger down to pool in your growing wetness. Those pretty lips that you could spend eternity kissing purse at you, a slim eyebrow crooked at you. 

“Keep working love.”

You want to flip the table, to drag him by the collar and have your way with him but you know Hoseok would never budge. You made your bed, and now you’d have to lie in it.

You move to the keyboard again, take a deep breath and begin to type at random.

Hoseok doesn’t wait this time, dragging his tongue up the full length of your slit and sucking your clut into his mouth again. He flicks at it, moaning as he works. Your head falls back as you smack at random keys, letting your hips roll.

The wet noises that rise to meet the clacking of your keyboard makes heat burn across your face, and it takes all your concentration to keep pressing at the keyboard.

He works at you ferociously, moving between licking fat stripes up your soaking core to take you in his mouth and making you see stars. You slam your hand down, random letters flying across the screen as your body shudders.

“Hobi, baby…” you whimper, the stiffness from where you sat awkwardly pushed far from your mind as pleasure rolls through you.

It isn’t until you feel one of his delicate fingers is circling at your entrance that you finally drop the pretence of typing.

He begins to press the finger inside of you slowly. A whimper of his name leaves you, the drag of his knuckles blurring your mind.

His mouth is back on you as he begins to move his finger inside you, deft precise movements that only Hoseok could do. Every touch, flick and moan is perfectly tailored to you, and as much as his perfection can bristle you, you love it endlessly. 

You rock on his finger and he lets you, watching as you work yourself up on his fingers. You squeeze on his digits and he groans, the vibrations making your clit throb.

“Here..” he rasps, sliding another finger inside. You groan, your knuckles turning white from where you grip the table so hard.

“Wanna touch you.” You whimper, your breath short.

He seemed to be in an extra giving mood. You let out a yelp as Hoseok pushes your chair back, moving you both out from under the table. But he doesn’t miss a beat, mouth still attached to you and fingers still deep inside you.

His eyes flick up to yours, a mischievous glint in his eye as he rolls a thick tongue across your clit. You choke on a gasp, letting your fingers finally knot in his silky hair.

His fingers pump into you, rolling up to brush over your soft spot. You roll your hips into him, keeping him pressed to you as you feel yourself reaching the edge.

“I’m gonna-“

“Show me, Y/N.”

With a few final fucks of his fingers you come undone.

You cry out his name as your orgasm washes over you, body juddering as you clamp down on him. He works you through it, eyes screwed shut as you roll against his face.

Soon the waves fade out, and Hoseok let’s his wet fingers slip from you. He takes a second to lick away your mess, soft eyes floating up to you. When you twitch with over-sensitivity he finally stops, moving to lean against one of your thighs and grin at you.

You smile down at him as you return back to reality, everything blurry but your boyfriend. His heart-shaped smile glistens at you, your wetness sitting prettily on his lips. You wipe him with your hand before you pull him up for a kiss, the taste of you fresh on his tongue.

He brushes hair back from your face as he grins down at you, delicate fingers grazing the tip of your ear. The tender touch brings heat to your face, comfy and loved.

Your eyes flick to your screen once you sit back in your seat, and a giggle bubbles out of you.

Do you wanna see my notes?” You laugh, eyes flicking between him and your screen.

He stands up between your legs and peers down at your screen, mouth moving as he scans the rows of text:

‘-but we can see from the case studkrkgksnwk…’

Hobi leans back from your laptop and laughs, eyes crinkling as he scrolls through the wall of keysmash. He looks back down at you, infectiously happy aura radiating from him and you feel your heart swell.

“You’ve worked hard.” He giggles, reaching out a hand to you. You let him pull you to your feet and press a soft kiss to your lips.

You can feel his hard length press into your stomach, and a blush burning bright on his cheeks. You smirk at him, letting your hand stroke him over his sweatpants. His eyes flutter, lips parting at the sensation.

“Wah…” he gasps.

You smile at the effect you have on him, stepping out of your leggings and panties, leaving them crumpled on the floor beside your bag.

“I thought you had work to do?” He asks, regaining control of his face as he meets your gaze.

“I’m sure we can be quick...” you shrug, taking him by the hand and pulling him towards your bedroom. He grins, a bounce in his step.

“We’ll see about that!”

[anoesjkaax]

Dance lessons from Hobi

Best friend! Hoseok x YN, Idol! BTS

AN: So I decided to give writing another go seeing as I am temporarily unemployed because of the Corona measures in my country. If you like this please leave a message and/or a like 😊 If you’d like me to continue writing please let me know, it has been years since I last wrote and it is a new fandom I am now writing for. Feedback/messages are always welcome 💜

“Y/N, I found an amazing club, please come with me next time.” Before you could even open your mouth and object Hoseok turned around and gave you his best attempt at doe eyes. “It is not the same without my best friend.” He pleaded. “Yoongi would be happy to know he is being missed so much, maybe you should ask him if you want him there.” You said as you sat yourself down on Hoseok's desk chair. Hoseok lowered the shirt he was holding up and gave you a glare that made it hard to hold your laughter. “Are you considering a career in the Comical arts much?” He returned his attention back to the mirror as he continued his preselection of outfits for the next day. “You know I meant you, Y/N. I got as much of a chance getting Yoongi to go to a club with me than Jimin swearing off alcohol.” You chuckled at the idea.

“I’m serious, Y/N, why don’t you want to go with me?” you grunted and let yourself fall back against the backrest of his desk chair. “Just because…” You tried hoping he would let go. He turned to face you looking you straight in the eyes. “Just tell me why you don’t want to go to the club, and I promise I will never ask again, I just want to understand.” You let out a heavy sigh. There was no getting underneath it this time. “I can’t dance.” You muffled in the sleeve of your oversized sweater. “Keep eating your sweater, Y/N. I still want to know, you can tell me, I won’t judge.” He said, slightly getting concerned. “Okay, okay, okay. I can’t dance. There I said it. I can’t dance.” Hobi just dropped the two shirts he was holding for comparison and stared at you blankly. “You told me you wouldn’t judge me!!!” You said trying to hide behind your sweater. “I was expecting something bad!” He tried to save himself. “This is nothing, nothing I can’t try to fix. If you would like of course.” “I don’t know Hobi, I think I am a lost cause.” Hoseok dropped to his knees next to you, holding up a shushing finger to your lips. “If the Hyungs can learn how to dance when they said they couldn’t, then you can learn as well. We will meet tomorrow at the studio at 9am, okay?” You just sighed. “What have I gotten myself into?”

The next day you arrived at the Big Hit studios, with your gym bag in hand. The staff let you up, already knowing you from the visits you make bringing the boys lunch as they tend to forget it sometimes. I arrived at the dance studio and saw Hoseok doing a routine to a number you know didn’t belong to them but that was all that you could tell. You leaned back against the wall and just watched. It took him until the song was over to realize you were there. “Ya! How long have you been standing there? Liked what you saw?” Hoseok said trying to catch his breath. “Not long, and yes sure, but that isn’t a surprise seeing as I was watching the dance Captain himself.” You tried to casually say, pulling up your shoulders, while trying to hide the fact that him dancing like that scared the crap out of you. Damn, he was going to have a field day with you. “Oh nice, then we can start, so did you see the beginning, or should I recap so we can start?” Hoseok looked at you seriously. You froze in the spot. “Yah! You serious? Hobi you were going to teach me to dance at a club, this looks like one of your choreo’s. I am new at this, Hello?!” All of a sudden Hoseok bursts out laughing and falls on the floor. “Oh, you should have seen your face! Priceless!” You ran over ready to hit him with your towel for playing you like that. He was quick to catch on and you both started this cat and mouse game in the studio. “I’m going to kill you!” He just laughed while you tried to catch up with him. “Great warm up don’t you think, but next we should also work on your running because you are slow.” And right at that time, you managed to whip his ass with the towel. A clear slapping sound echoed throughout the studio followed by a typical Hoseok cry of receiving painful justice. “Serves you right, you shouldn’t laugh at me like that. I am fragile.”

After a few hours, a lot of “pa pam pa pa ba”s, what seemed like blood, sweat and tears, a bruised butt, and more dance moves than you can count, you demanded a break. “But we still got 7 more moves to cover. We should keep going you are getting there!” Hoseok tried while handing you a water bottle. “Damn Hobi, are you trying to help me blend in at the club or push me up the stage… or just kill me in general?” You said spending like what felt like your last breath on it. You let yourself fall to the floor and just laid there, trying to find your breath again. “I thought Tae could be a drama queen or even Jin, who studied to be an actor. We’ve only been at it for 2 hours, Y/N.” Hoseok said kneeling next to you throwing you a towel. “You are so damn lucky you are my best friend and that I have like no energy anymore or I would whip your butt again.” Hoseok just merely chuckled at you. “You are cute sometimes when you want to be a badass.” “Just let me die and live with the fact you murdered the best thing you have in your life… ME.” At that Hobi fell next to you on the floor laughing.

At that moment Jin and Namjoon walked in, being a bit confused by the situation. “Oh, my bad, we didn’t know this room was being used. We will come back later.” Jin said. “Oh no, it is fine, you can stay, we don’t take up much roo-” Hoseok tried before you cut him off. “No, RUN guys while you still can, save yourselves!” You tried to persuade them. “They just laughed. “The amount of times he killed us off are beyond us. Welcome to Bootcamp Sis. We’ve been expecting you.” Namjoon just chuckled. You let yourself fall down again with a heavy sigh. “Thanks…”

A few days after

After an extensive dress rehearsal and outfit check, we arrived at the club. “Can you stop pulling at your skirt. We checked it; your buns are safe! Now let’s go have fun.” Hoseok said slapping my hand away. “I still don’t see why I couldn’t have worn the skinny jeans.” You said with a pout. “Y/N-ah, you look more than fine! Use that pout to sip some soju, so we can party! Come on.” Taehyung said pulling your arm, dragging you to the bar. “Bring something for us as well!” Jimin shouted after us.

When Taehyung and you were about to place your order Jungkook came running in your direction. “Have you ordered yet?” He said when he reached you. “We were just about to. You want something as well?” You asked him. “Let’s prank Jimin. Please?” Of course, Taehyung was instantly all for it. You sighed. “Sure, I guess. What did you have in mind?” You asked, curious about what the Maknae was up to. “But nothing to mean!”

“Jimin here is your drink. I got you a glass of water because they didn’t have any decent beer.” You held up a glass with a clear liquid in it. Jimin just looked at you with a look that was wondering if you were kidding, or if he should kill you. “You are kidding, I hope?” The two youngest behind you obviously started laughing. “Of course, Jimin, it is Vodka, don’t worry.” You said winking at the easy victim.

Jungkook and you had been sitting at a table with a clear view of the dancefloor. Jimin, Taehyung and Hoseok were giving a performance some girls could find illegal. At some point you saw Hoseok approaching the table with you in his cross heirs. You know how late it was. “Come on Y/N. We didn’t spend all that time in the studio so you could sit on your butt all night.” Without even getting a chance to answer you were getting dragged to the dancefloor and Hoseok had backup because Jungkook was pushing you from behind.

You decided to just let go and have fun. You got lost in the flow of the song quite fast when you saw the positive feedback from your best friends. At some point Hoseok was dancing with you and the Maknaes stood there hyping the both of you up. You were laughing so hard; this is so much fun. You really thought of all the fun you missed so far.

After five songs you went back to your table to take a sip of your drink. “This is actually so much fun, thanks Hobi.” You said giving Hoseok a finger heart. “Most welcome, you already look like a natural! Certainly, looks like you are having fun!” He said giving you a finger heart back.

“Y/N, you were killing it out there!” Taehyung said as excited as ever making you blush. “Come and dance with me! Now I have a dance partner I can make the entire club jealous with!” And with that you got dragged to the dance floor again. Hearing Jimin huff “He wishes! I’ll show you later who will make the club truly jealous with her!”

It ended up being the best night of your life so far. A true dancing machine was born, who loved having a good time dancing with her friends!

AN: this ended up being longer than planned. Hope you still liked it ^^

Of course, I respect my superiors and always take their advice into account. Thank you for the help with the ending Katie and for taking the time to proofread it! You are an amazing friend! 💜 @bangtan-sonyeonddaeng

[hxseok-honee]

messy love | how they met

requested by @turtle-street ! i just didnt wanna give this long ass answer in the ask box so im doin it here uwu :

jungkook - y/n met jungkook when they were in college; she was in the year above him and already friends with jimin, and he just happened to take the seat next to jimin in his first class. he and jimin hit it off almost immediately, joking around for most of lecture and walking out together once the class was over. jimin had forgotten he was supposed to meet y/n after class because she told him she would buy him coffee to celebrate his first day of college. it didnt take jungkook a long time to fall for her tbh- actually it took the span of her introducing herself and claiming that she would buy him coffee too just because she wanted to. from that point on whenever he would see her - in the library, in a coffee shop, on the quad, etc - he would run up to her with a huge smile on his face and walk her to wherever she was going, even if he was late for something. and every time she would find him about to do something like skip class or ignore his basic human needs like food and sleep during exam season, she would scold him until he agreed to be better and then she would treat him to food and call him a cutie because she felt bad about yelling at such a good bean. this girl definitely started falling for him about a year after they met, on their one year friend-versary to be exact, when he showed up at her door with gifts and a big smile and a confession of how happy he was to have sat next to jimin that day because she was the one person on campus he felt completely comfortable around and that he was really grateful to have her in his life. that confession, man- that shit got her.

tae - y/n met tae at a party actually! in her second year of college, she decided she was gonna try going out and having fun more, so she went to a party with jin and had a damn blast. but when she got there she lost the older boy pretty early on and was forced to just wander around with an empty red solo cup in her hand trying to find a good place to park herself and stay for the night. eventually she found a little corner where she could see everything and look for jin, but she had no idea that she was standing next to the guy she would later end up dancing the night away with. tae was a first year, and while he’s not a shy person, it was his first college party and he was kinda just lingering and trying to find the right vibe. he was also holding an empty cup, something that he was really embarrassed to show anyone, but he just wanted to fit in for the night. at one point y/n glanced over at tae, but he was already looking at her. he swears he had only been looking for a second, but y/n always jokes that he was staring for like ten minutes before he finally got his attention. what actually happened is that tae noticed her because she had come to stand next to him and, upon a quick glance and then a double take, he realized her cup was just as dry as his. so he spent like five minutes trying to find something to say to her that wasn’t completely lame, but she caught him staring in the process. somewhere along the line they started talking quietly and realized that they had the exact same sense of humor. they also realized that they had some mutual friends  - tae had gone to high school with namjoon and hobi, and he had actually come to the party with them but lost them at some point. y/n doesn’t remember when she started falling for him, but his chaotic nature and sense of humor played a huge part in making her feel as excited as she did whenever he was in the room, and- well. tae had already fallen for her when he saw her empty cup at that party. 

jimin - y/n remembers the day she met jimin with such clarity that sometimes she thinks she’s still in high school. by the time jimin started his freshman year, y/n was already friends with yoongi and jin, and she felt pretty secure in all her friend groups. she really didn’t think she would have anything in common with the people in the year below her, but jimin showed up in her life like a whirlwind mixture of cute and crazy, and it still blows her mind that her little ball of squish is the same guy that tripped over his own shoelaces in the hallway and fell to the ground right by her feet all those years ago. her little sweet prince is the same guy who hit the ground like a rock and then proceeded to hide his embarrassment by staring up at her from the floor and awkwardly choking out the words“haha,,, looks like i’ve fallen for you,,, haha,,,” . to this day, whenever yoongi or jin wants to tease jimin, all they have to do is whisper those words and he’s immediately whining for them to leave him alone. jimin was a little uncomfortable to be around in those days, kind of shy and kind of painfully awkward, but after a few weeks of hanging out with y/n and the older boys, his inner squish revealed itself and she was just absolutely hooked on him after that, always gushing about how adorable and cute he was when he wasn’t around. 

namjoon - y/n met namjoon during her college orientation- he was that dorky kid sitting at the front who had collected all the pamphlets he could find and was sorting through them slowly because he couldn’t decide what he wanted to do with his free time. y/n was actually late to that orientation meeting, so the only seat left was the one next to him all the way at the front. she felt so humiliated when she sat down that namjoon took one glance at her and just passed her some pamphlets so that she wouldn’t look so unprepared . when the meeting was over and she was giving the pamphlets back to him awkwardly, he just smiled sweetly and asked her for her name. they found out after a few minutes of talking that they had a class together, at which point he insisted that she meet his best friend hoseok since he was also taking the class. that was how the three of them became so close -  and it was during exam season that he realized he was beginning to fall for her. it was one of those nights before their midterm where they were sitting in her dorm room until like 5 am just studying their asses off, but at some point in the middle of the night they all started acting like a bunch of crackheads and namjoon found himself laughing so hard that he couldnt believe someone as perfect as her existed. y/n fell for him not that long after - during the exam to be exact. she was so sleep deprived that she just found herself staring off into space for part of the exam, but she was actually just staring at the side of namjoon’s face for those ten minutes. at some point her sleep-deprived brain just registered how attractive he was, especially when he was concentrating this hard, and she was absolutely whipped for him after that exam [which she failed, btw, but thats fine].

hoseok - as namjoon’s childhood best friend, he was automatically dragged into whatever namjoon was up to at any point in time, and that included skipping lunch to meet namjoon outside of his orientation meeting for what sounded like something urgent. when he got there and realized namjoon just wanted to introduce him to a girl, however, he couldnt help that he tried to strangle joon for making him miss lunch. he almost missed the way y/n laughed at his threats and offered to pay for his lunch to make it up to him. “we have a class together now,, i cant have you hating me already”, she had said with a smile, and hoseok couldnt help the way he relaxed almost immediately, smiling back at her sweetly and saying that he couldn’t hate her. he didnt realize how true that statement would become as he found himself falling for her more and more every day, saving her a seat in lecture and holding her head up for her when she fell asleep in the middle of class. their days were spent bickering about the most random shit and trying to distract namjoon during class, and their nights were spent sending each other memes and making lunch plans for the next day. there was only one day in their whole time in college that they were unable to hang out as a full set of three - the day toward the end of their first year that joon caught a stomach bug and was confined to his room all day. that was the only day she and hoseok spent alone, and it became a late night sleepover filled with life talks, drinking games, and disney movies. at some point hoseok started drunkenly rambling about how much he loved her and namjoon, and how he was so glad to have turned his duo into a trio, and that he would never let her go. y/n almost kissed him that night, but she restrained herself. 

yoongi - oh, y/n fell for this bitch on s i g h t. he and jin had met in their freshman year of high school, and as the saying goes, opposites attract. where jin was loud, cheerful, and popular, yoongi was quiet, awkward, and preferred to be left alone. he was really nice, but he just didnt see the need to show people that. so he just stayed out of everyone’s way and let jin do his thing. and that’s why y/n was so confused by yoongi when she first met him. she was just barely getting to really know jin, but his friendship with yoongi always confused her. she had to admit, though, that the first time she met him, she could already see that he was really kind and just quiet, and she couldn’t help that she thought he was the most beautiful human she’d ever seen as soon as she laid eyes on him. she found herself following him places and bothering him all day, even when jin wasn’t around. but yoongi never complained. even with jin he complained sometimes, claiming that the guy was too happy to be human - but with y/n he never complained, just letting her follow him and poke at him constantly. yoongi always had a soft spot for y/n, as much as he claimed he didnt, but it wasn’t until about the end of his first year of college that he actually realized he had fallen for her. she had just received her college acceptance letter - to the same school as him and jin - and, to his surprise, she had called him instead of jin [something that jin still complains about to this day]. hearing her on the phone, sounding so excited and bright, after he had had a stressful and draining day - it was enough to make him smile and feel warm inside. it was then that he realized just how much he had come to love her voice and her personality, and it drove him insane every day after that. 

jin - y/n and jin have actually known each other the longest out of any of them; they met in elementary school. jin was that cute older boy who everyone liked and wanted to be friends with, and y/n was that crackhead younger girl who just wanted to run around with her friends and have fun. they were always kind of aware of each other, you know how you sort of know everyone you go to school with at that age but you never talk? they were like that. and then he left for high school and she forgot about him and that should have been the end of that - until she ended up at the same high school as him a couple years later and they made eye contact again on her first day. by then jin was growing into the kind of boy that did whatever he wanted whenever he wanted. so he did what he always kinda wanted to do and approached her- he asked her what her name was and if she needed help getting around. that’s how they actually became friends, but y/n swears they were always lowkey kinda friends because she’s a nutcase, and jin just lets her say that because he lowkey thinks the same thing. and there’s no telling when they started to fall for each other, it was always kinda there with them- an attraction like the strongest of magnets

[riseofmoonxchild]

b i t t e r ⬴ ʇ ǝ ǝ ʍ s // chapter four

➴pairing – jimin x reader – taehyung x reader – [ft. namjoon]

➴genre – fluff // angst

➴theme – college!au // jimin!barista // taehyung!artist

You developed a little crush on the barista at your local coffee shop, Jimin. While you start going to the cafe regularly, thinking it as harmless and innocent, you don’t realize that your interest in him will catch the attention of Taehyung, the most-liked boy in school. As the two of them stir up an almost espresso-and-milk-kind-of element to your school life and study load, you find yourself involved in a more complicated situation than you were prepared for.

»listen to the bittersweet playlist titled “coffee shop boy” here.

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You stared out the window, chin resting on your hand. How would Jimin and Taehyung know each other? Let alone, how could they be friends? 

Just the thought almost made your stomach churn again. Like you had swallowed something bitter. They just don’t seem like two people whose worlds would ever overlap.. you contemplated. 

Strangely, unknowingly, you had never been at the coffee shop at the right times, in which Taehyung would frequently visit Jimin, keeping him company by checking in on him, or just hanging in the cafe to study or do homework. Even though the two were roommates and Tae saw Jimin basically every day. 

I’m here to support my friend, Taehyung would always make as an excuse, jokingly, I have to show that you’re brining in customers. That the business is profiting just by having you as their employee. Of course I’m not the only one coming in for Park Jimin, but I’m here to represent your case.

Nevertheless, you couldn’t imagine such a thing. Even though you didn’t really know Taehyung that well. But you did know of him, for sure. The whole school did, you had to admit. 

Very abruptly breaking your daze, Namjoon popped himself right in your field of view, in the chair on the other side of the table. You could only look at him startled, delayed enough that Namjoon picked right up on it. “Daydreaming?” He gently accused. Without waiting for you to respond, “You didn’t get anything for me?” He paused, confusedly, “Or for yourself, I see…?”

“Wait- how’d you- when-” After stuttering for a few moments, you gave up. 

“Oh come on, Y/N. You’re always here. If I really need to find you, I don’t have to try that hard. Besides, considering the way you were acting last night, and the fact that you haven’t been responding to my texts, I knew you’d be here.” He informed you matter-of-factly. “But you usually do have coffee on you at all times.”

Before you had a chance to deny any of it or offer a salty retort, Jimin had quietly approached your table. He placed a beautifully layered cappuccino in front of you, the cream and espresso and foam forming three distinct layers, topped with caramel drizzle- and you had to stop your brief gawking to smile, bubbles forming in your chest. The caramel was in the shape of a smiley face—childish but not cringy, coming from Jimin. 

Jimin just laughed, a little embarrassed, and left rather quickly. But not before you saw him quickly catch a glimpse of Namjoon. 

You didn’t even have time to process, and Joon teased, “I also know that it doesn’t hurt when barista boy is here.” He wiggled his eyebrows a little, shamelessly giving you a knowing look. “Is that him?” He took a moment, glaring at Jimin intensely. “Wait!” You could tell he was becoming more and more intrigued, “Wasn’t he there last night? At Club Avenue? Is that why-”

Before Joon could finish his sentence, and he started picking out the clues and hounding you with questions, slightly embarrassed and slightly annoyed, you tried diverting the conversation, “Barista boy has a name.”

Namjoon just raised his eyebrows, anticipating.

You whispered, exasperated, “Jimin.” You just leaned back in your chair, arms crossed. As soon as you felt your cheeks warming, you turned your head to look back out at the window, avoiding any obligation to continue the conversation. 

Namjoon also leaned back, smirking in amusement. He didn’t bask too long in the moment, though he would have if his eyes hadn’t caught the scribbles on the napkin Jimin had left with your coffee. 

Hope this helps you start off your new day :)

You caught Namjoon in the act, and you followed his line of vision. You picked up the napkin, dumbfounded, and brought it closer to your face. A bit too enthusiastic and confused, you exclaimed, “Huh?” Much more quietly, you tried to contain the mix of excitement and fluster that was melting your heart. When you realized what it said, and who wrote it, you brought it to your chest to conceal it, as if it would erase the memory from Namjoon’s mind. 

After your sudden burst of elation faded, the realization brought you back to reality almost immediately. Now every other emotion was overburdened by your recurring feeling of embarrassment. Whether Joon had been there or not, your face wouldn’t have been an any lighter shade of red. 

“A love note?” He teased, mocking your look of swoon, or at least his interpretation of it.

“Yah! Hajima, stop that.” But this time, you didn’t hide the shy smile that started to give itself away, or the giddiness glowing all over your face, or your bubbles of light laughter.

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Jimin nervously bit his lower lip. Why am I so nervous about one little note?

Before he could see you discover what he had shyly tried to hide under your plate and cup, Jimin had sprinted and hid, excusing himself to wash a few dishes in the back and “check inventory.” He had stayed there for about the past ten minutes, driving himself crazy with over-thinking everything. 

He ran his hand through his hair, deep in contemplation, eyebrows furrowed, and then suddenly let out an exasperated scream “Ahhhh- wae! Why’d I do that?” 

After a moment or two for him to calm himself down, one of his coworkers peaked his head in the back, “Um.. Is everything okay back here?”

Jimin scrambled to make himself look busy, “Ah- everything’s fine-” his slight panic, mixed with a sudden clumsiness, had him knocking over a box from the shelf. “Oh!” He quickly recovered it, laughing nervously in the process, looking back at his coworker. “I’ll be out right away!”

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You could still feel your face burning. You could feel the pink on your face. I know this doesn’t mean anything. But.. it’s still really nice. He actually noticed you, and you could feel the sweetness in the coffee he made you. You didn’t know why this mattered so much to you but—it meant you had made at least a small connection, and Jimin must have acknowledged that too. 

After a few more minutes spent deep in thought, you turned back to Joon, more seriously. “Hey.. Joon..” You approached him with your words hesitantly, eyes shifting to look at the napkin your fingers were absentmindedly folding.

There was something at your core. It was bothering you, but you couldn’t give it a name. It was bothering you so much, that the barista boy’s kind gesture made you feel even more anxious. 

“Eo, wae? Museun il-iya? Hmm, what is it?” Even though he seemed relaxed, Joon was wavering just a bit inside, anxious as to why you had been extra stressed and somewhat distant this past semester. Usually the both of you would relieve the others’ stress, watching movies together and laughing about stupid things, taking late night walks to get a break from never-ending term papers, anything to help each other put on those we don’t care that we’re failing classes even though they kinda mean everything right now or we don’t know what we’re gonna do after we graduate but we’re just here to live life one day at a time attitudes, to brave it all as the others’ partner-in-crime through life. But you wouldn’t let him in as openly as you had before, when you used to talk about everything.

When you had gathered yourself again, you quickly scanned your surroundings, noticing students from your school. Though they were wrapped up in their own worlds and own concerns, something like paranoia squeezed at your chest. 

You looked Joon in the eyes, “Do you wanna go, like, to the library.. or something?” 

He didn’t even question the fact that it was already winter break, and that there wasn’t really a reason to be there. He knew you needed the quiet and to be lost in a maze of bookshelves, and a friend to keep you more company than the books could offer.

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You weren’t doing anything for winter break. And you didn’t want to stay in your dorm room to feel yourself slowly going insane, or bathing in self-loathe—over how lame it was to not be spending your vacation with family or friends. So, you decided the most productive thing you could do was work on finding a job. You couldn’t afford the time or the finances to take a break. 

You were FaceTiming Joon, because—heck—going from seeing him everyday to not at all made you feel lonely, and, you admitted, you missed him (just a little). 

“Yeah! So you know that one bookstore—the one on the corner by you and Hobi’s apartment?”

“You mean the one that I’ve been going to since freshman year.”

“Yeah, yeah,” you nodded your head enthusiastically, wanting to continue with your announcement. “Well I-”

“You mean the one-” he interrupted, “that you were so excited to find last semester. The one we pass like all the time to go to 7/11. And you felt so proud to discover for the first time.” He started laughing, but he kept going, as he could see your face falling into a scowl. “And you were all like ‘Joon-ie! I discovered the best place to study, you won’t believe it.’ And you kept going on, ‘They have new books, like really crisp and fresh. But then they also have like classic used ones- like you know the ones with that old book smell and-’” 

He was having way too much fun imitating you.

“Hey!” You interrupted, half-heartedly trying to defend yourself, “..I never call you.. Joonie.” 

But he wasn’t listening to you, still cackling over the memory as it resurfaced in his memory, “‘It’s just so cute.’” He mimicked you. And at this point all you could do was fume at his fun-making in silence. “And then you were so upset at me, when I wasn’t excited to hear about something I had already found like months ago. And you were mad at me for not sharing the place with you, but I had literally told you it was there, or mentioned it, when we passed by it. Like more than once, Y/N.” 

Namjoon’s eyes scrunched up, and he put his hand over his eyes as he continued giggling.

The whole time you scoffed, or tried to interject, but you knew it was pointless. You secretly loved it, but on the outside you were as indifferent and annoyed as you could feign. “Okay, I get it. I’m totally oblivious.”

“Now-” You started again, determinedly, as if Namjoon had not just made you recount the mortifying moment. “As I was saying, I talked to the owner—you know the really cute haraboji—and he was happy to hire someone to help around the store.”

As Namjoon was still collecting himself, you frowned, waiting for him to start listening to you again. “Okay, okay, I’m listening. Yes, really cute grandpa. That’s definitely a perk.”

You continued, “Yeah, and you know how it’s really hard to get in the smaller spaces or maneuver around some of the piles of books.”

“Mhmmm.”

“Yeah, well.. I guess I can be somewhat useful..”

Namjoon laughed, this time in an endearing way, “Yeah. That’s great, Y/N.”

“And alsooooo,” you batted your lashes, “You’ll probably get to see more of me. Since I’ll be so close.”

He pretended to be confused, waiting for more information. 

“Okay, well, is that not interesting enough for you?” 

“It’s great, I’m just thinking about how to keep you from coming over and eating all my snacks.”

You tried to hit him through the screen and he laughed. And then you just started laughing, only half-attempting to pretend to be mad, “Well fine then. I guess I’ll just come over to see Hobi.”

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A week’s worth of winter break had already passed, and you had settled into a comfortable routine: waking up late—or what was late for not having 8AM classes—working the afternoon shift, and hanging at the coffee shop in the evenings—even though a certain barista hadn’t been there—and alternating between reading and writing. 

And you’d usually make up an excuse to call Namjoon everyday, usually at the same time. Eventually he caught on, and even called you when you didn’t stick to your normal pattern. “Did something happen to you? You usually call by now. I have to make sure you’re not dead. It’s not like you have a next door neighbor or something to check on you.”

But, lately, you had been busy writing about a main character who was an artist, and so you had spent what free time you had reading about different methods of art and famous art pieces. Luckily, you worked in the perfect place to find resources with that kind of information.

You would admit it, that you took advantage your position a little. But in all honestly, the store haraboji didn’t mind at all. You knew he had already caught you a couple of times perusing some of the aisles when it was slow. 

You walked back to one of the far corners of the store to return one of the painting books you had been scanning. But, along with your feet, your heart stopped dead in their tracks. You were paralyzed. “Kim T-T-Taehyung,” you whispered to yourself, in partial stun and partial fear. 

He was standing, head down and eyes intensely attentive to the page he was studying. His fingers, long and slender, moved along the text of the page, and his eyes followed. Like his features, the movement was precise and delicate. As you unknowingly concentrated on him, the ends of his hair brushing against his eyelashes, his lips relaxed and slightly parted, totally enveloped by what he was reading—your heart started racing in a different way. Not out of fear. Something about his presence, when you took a moment to take it in, was relaxing. No wonder people found him pleasant.. pleasant to talk to, pleasant to look at.. 

“Um, excuse me-” You jumped a little, squeaking at the brisk voice slicing through your reverie. 

When you turned around, you saw another very familiar face. Lee Mina. She had been in one of your classes last year. She was the same year as you. Before you could recoil from the nasty memories she brought back, she asked, “Could you put this back?” As she shoved it in your hands, she looked you up and down and then commented, displeased, “I don’t want it anymore.” 

You scowled, mouth half-open about respond to her rude remark, but she walked right past you, “Oh- Taehyung-oppa.” 

You just cringed. For more than one reason, but mostly because of how fake Mina’s surprised act was, and how her voice suddenly became a pitch or two higher. 

You couldn’t resist, to turn your head and watch Taehyung’s reaction. And for the first time in a year, you and Taehyung made eye contact.  

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A/N: so the question is--did tae go to the bookshop intentionally, or was it just “fate”? ;))

i was actually planning on posting this at the end of summer, but things got really crazy. I was actually studying abroad in Korea this past semester--it was amazing~~ If you’re still here--whether you’re coming back for more, or if you’ve just stumbled upon this little guy--thank you for reading!! this is my precious bb, because i actually have a lot of plans, ideas for plot direction. and some later content already prepared, ayeeee. but it has been a bit neglected, ahhh ㅠㅠ 

but! i’m excited to come back, so please stay with me~ much love♥ 

—moonie☾✧

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BTS (OT7) - S/O Surprising Them During a Run Episode

SEOKJIN: Per the usual, Jin was in the midst of scolding the others when you arrived. It had been nearly six months since you two had seen each other, what with his touring schedule and your frequent visits back in your home country, and it was taking a visible toll on the gorgeous idol. The perky, upbeat, punny Jin had turned into a shell of his former self; he was quick to anger, bitter, and extremely hard on himself and the other boys.

Neither them nor you were happy about this new side of Jin. Even through the phone, you could sense how different he was; how his answers were short and curt, how he sighed every few minutes. The boys, for their part, were extremely fed up with their hyung’s new attitude, and had no reservations when it came to telling him off.

By the time your schedules finally lined up, it was hard for you to remember the normal, happy-go-lucky Seokjin you’d said goodbye to before you left. It was the longest you two had been apart in the three years you’d been dating, and though you knew it wouldn’t be easy, you certainly didn’t think it would affect him like this.

With a little help from the boys, you decided to surprise him, hoping an early reunion may lift his spirits. As far as he knew, you were staying in your home country indefinitely, as your brother got sick and needed you to take care of him; what he didn’t know was that your brother had recovered, and you were on the next flight back to Seoul.

Jin was pacing back and forth in front of the others, going on and on about how they had messed up the shoot for the new “Run” episode, complaining about the pranks he used to love, yelling at the people he cared about the most. The boys were on the brink of exploding, and you have no doubt that they would have, had they not seen you approaching. Your legs carried you almost without effort, and you found yourself breaking out into a full on sprint toward your boyfriend.

You collided with him so hard you were both knocked to the ground. He groaned and glared at you, getting ready to tell you off before he realized who you were; when he did, he began to tear up. “Y/N?” He asked in disbelief. You chuckled and nodded, leaning down to press your lips against his own. It wasn’t the kind of hot, passionate kiss the others were expecting, though you were sure that would come later. This kiss was soft and gentle, a delicate reminder that you were here, you were together, and he could be happy again.

“Surprise.”

YOONGI: Lil’ Meow Meow was - surprise, surprise - sleeping. He and the others had just finished filming the first part of the newest “Run” episode, and to say that he was exhausted would be an understatement. He’d been practicing nonstop for four days, so much so that he was sure his legs would give out the next time he stood up; Namjoon practically had to carry him out of the house just to get him to the filming location.

It was a fairly tame episode, by their standards: the boys were to divide into teams and compete against one another in a game of baseball. Simple, right? Well, normally, but for Yoongi, it was all but impossible. He was so tired that he fell asleep while he was supposed to be pitching, and got hit in the head with the bat while he wasn’t paying attention; needless to say, the injury didn’t help his mood.

What also didn’t help his mood was the fact that he hadn’t seen you in over a week, and he was pretty sure he was going through withdrawals. You were in the midst of your midterms, and while he understood that you had to study, seeing you lock yourself up in your apartment for a week didn’t do wonders for his general disposition. He couldn’t sleep properly without you - which, for Yoongi, is saying quite a lot - and he missed your beautiful face and sarcastic humor.

By the time their lunch break rolled around, he was fit to drop, and used the time to retreat to the nearest dugout, falling into a heap of dust on the floor and closing his eyes. The others didn’t even bother trying to wake him up; they knew he was in a sour mood, and quite frankly didn’t feel like poking the bear.

He was so conked out that he didn’t even hear you come in. Your exams, thankfully, were over, and you wanted nothing more than to spend the next few days with your boyfriend and his friends. Taehyung told you earlier that they would be filming at the field, and you rushed over, so eager to be with Yoongi it hurt.

The sight of him passed out on the floor was not unexpected, but still a bit comical. His limbs were stretched out all over the place, and his mouth was hanging open, the tiniest bit of drool escaping. You chuckled and walked up to him, crouching down to further inspect him. It was then that he heard noise, and began swatting at nothing.

“Damn it, Hobi, go away,” he insisted, eyes still closed. You chuckled and leaned in toward his ear. “Hate to disappoint, but I’m not Hobi,” you said. Never the one for big grand gestures, he merely smiles and, eyes still closed, reaches forward and pulls you to the ground with him. You don’t have it in you to protest as he wraps an arm around your waist and snuggles into your chest.

“Sleep now, talk later.”

HOSEOK: Hobi was, for lack of better words, driving himself absolutely crazy. With the newest BTS album on the horizon, he had gone into overdrive, practicing in the studio day and night. You lived together, yet you hardly ever saw each other; in the past two weeks, the only words you’d exchanged were “I’ll see you later” and “I love you.”

You were well used to your boyfriend’s perfectionism when it came to his career, his dancing in particular, but it never stopped bothering you. Watching the love of your life work himself to the bone, often coming home exhausted and on the brink of collapse, was one of the hardest things you’d ever had to do. It hurt more knowing there was virtually nothing you could do to stop it; he would just have to wear himself out, and you would be waiting with open arms to catch him when he fell.

Still, just because you were used to, that didn’t mean you had to like it. If there was anything you could do to lift his spirits even a little, you would do it in a heartbeat; this thought in mind, and with the help of the boys, you’d planned a little surprise for him during the next “Run” episode.

The latest episode saw them journeying to Busan, where they were going to try exotic foods from all over the world. Knowing how much Hobi loves adventure and trying new things, you called ahead to the restaurant, letting them know of your plan.

When they arrived, they were confused as to why you were there; delighted, of course, but still confused. “Y/N? What are you doing here?” Hoseok asked, habitually wrapping an arm around your waist.

“Oh, I just figured I’d sit in on the shoot. It’s always fun watching you guys film,” you say; while you wholeheartedly agree with your words, you are lying through your teeth. You tug on his hand wordlessly and pull him inside, where the lights all been turned off.

Before he has time to react, the lights are flicked on, and a horde of young fans are revealed, all smiling and waving in their BTS shirts. He is floored, jaw practically on the ground as he stares at them. You wiggle your eyebrow, and the fans begin chanting. “We love you, Hobi! We love you, Hobi!”

One by one, they all come up for pictures and short conversations, being sure to thank you for the invitation on the way out. After the final fan leaves, you are lifted into a bear hug by Hobi, who is smiling so wide you’re afraid his cheeks may break.

“I love you so much.”

NAMJOON: It had been two months since the last time you saw Namjoon.

Two. Months.

How you had survived was beyond you.

“Love Yourself: Answer” had just been released, and the boys dove headfirst into their extensive tour around the globe. They were all so excited, and it warmed your heart to see them so happy; though, you’ll admit, it did pain you to see your boyfriend go.

There was, thankfully, a silver lining to the situation, in that the two of you would be crossing paths in America. He, of course, would be there for the tour, while you were there to visit your family. The two of you had stayed up for hours planning out your trip through America together, laughing and giggling at the prospect of all the trouble you could get into.

Originally, the plan had been to meet up in Chicago, then continue on with the rest of the tour; you, however, had different plans. Knowing how much he hated flying internationally, you decided to surprise him, booking an early ticket in order to arrive just hours before he did.

You were utterly exhausted when you arrived, but paid no mind to your fatigue, instead running to the nearest store to grab a posterboard and smoke Sharpies. A few passing faces gave you strange looks, but you paid no mind to them, instead focusing on the sign.

When the boys’ flight landed, you had positioned yourself perfectly, standing right outside their gate with a large “NAMJOON” sign. You could feel your excitement build as they strolled through the gate, obviously jet-lagged but still excited. The camera crew follows behind them; you immediately realize they must be filming a new “Run” episode, but you don’t falter.

Namjoon came out last, hauling the carry-on you’d bought for him with a tired smile. He looked around the airport with a fairly blank expression; that is, until his eyes fell on you.

As soon as he saw you, he dropped his bag and started running, tackling you so hard you nearly fell over; instead, you laughed gleefully and wrapped your arms around him. “I can’t believe you’re here!” He gushed, picking you up and holding you tight. You lean down to place a quick kiss on his lips, which he readily returns. “Of course I am,” you said, “I needed to cross off the airport scene from my rom-com bucket list.”

JIMIN: “Chimmy.” “Chimbo.” “Baby Boy.” Jimin has many names, but to you, he would forever be known as the eloquent “Squish.” There really isn’t much of a story behind the name; he had squishy cheeks, you were fond of squishing them, ergo, Squish. He didn’t mind the nickname, though he may pretend otherwise sometimes. In fact, you’re pretty sure he likes it, since his cheeks go rosy every time you say the word.

Lately, something was wrong with your Squish, and you weren’t happy about it. The endless parade of public appearances seemed to be getting the better of him. Their schedule was endless; interview, meet and greet, red carpet, another interview, so on and so on. Slowly but surely, he began to change.

Squish’s cheeks weren’t as squishy anymore. His stomach became unhealthily flat and thin, and his legs shrank to almost half their normal size. It broke your heart to see him this way, to think about the fact that Jimin - your beautiful, kind, talented, funny, absolutely amazing boyfriend - saw flaws in himself that simply weren’t there. It made you so angry, yet so sad, and all you wanted to do was hold him close to you.

He began dragging himself through the days, almost as if every step took a tremendous amount of effort. Small patches of grey began peeking out beneath his eyes, and you could see how he winced every time he danced. Watching him refuse to eat nearly killed you, as did the solemn looks he sent your way. You wanted to know what made him feel this way, and you wanted to know why, and you wanted to know now.

Still, for all your adversities, you knew confronting him head on would do nothing but upset him. As someone who had dealt with self-esteem issues yourself, you knew that someone calling you out on it would only make you feel worse. So, with a little help from a culinary wizard you knew (*cough* Jin *cough*), you set to work on lifting your boyfriend’s spirits.

The first phase of your plan began while they were shooting the newest episode of “Run.” You approach them in the park holding the biggest picnic basket anyone has ever seen; in fact, you’re quite certain that you’ve made enough food to feed twenty people - or Kook and Tae for five minutes. As soon as the boys see you, they drop what they’re doing and charge, taking the food you offer with grateful smiles.

Jimin follows closely behind them, though noticeably slower, and you can’t help but frown at how utterly tired he seems. Still, he forces a smile for you, placing a small kiss on your check once he reaches your side.

“Hey,” you greet. “Hey,” he returns, “what are you doing here?” You gesture toward the basket and smile. “I was around and figured we could all have lunch together,” you admit. His smile falters a bit, and his grip on your hand tightens. “Oh, I’m not really hungry,” he claims. You sigh and pull out a small sandwich, placing it delicately in his hand. “Just half,” you insist. He hesitates, but seeing your determined eyes, leans down and takes a bite.

You can’t help but feel instantly happier. While he nibbles at the sandwich, you wrap your arms around him, mumbling a fond “I love you, Squish.”

TAEHYUNG: His birthday was coming up, and you had absolutely no idea what to get him. Part of you is disappointed in yourself; you’ve been dating for years, how could you not know what to get him? The other part of you is completely lost, because seriously, the boy has everything he could ever want, and you have three dollars and a gift card to Yogurtland.

You wrack your brain for weeks trying to figure it out, nearly losing the remainder of your sanity along the way. The boys found it funnny (and, honestly, so did you) but this was serious. Tae was your boyfriend, your best friend, the love of your life, and the single most important day of his year is fast approaching - and you have absolutely no idea what to get him for it.

Countless ideas are written off in your brainstorming sessions. Editing software? No, Yoongi had that base covered. Video games? No, Jungkook would just steal them. Socks? Nice try, buddy. Not all of your ideas were bad, but none of them were perfect, and that’s what got under your skin - because Taehyung, to you, is absolutely perfect, and deserved nothing less than the best.

There are only two days left when the idea finallly hits you like a lighting bolt. As soon as it crosses your mind, you take out your phone and start pulling some strings, determined to make this the best gift anyone has ever given Taehyung.

His birthday party actually goes off without a hitch. Despite filming the occasion for a “Run” episode, it feels as natural as it always has. It is a surprise, of course - it’s always fun to see the look on his face when you and his fellow members pop out of the shadows. They all exchange gifts with him, most of them being gags, but a few actually spot on.

Of course, he gets to yours last. You are on the edge of your seat as he rips open the wrapping paper. When he finally sees what is hidden underneath, he pauses, his breath seemingly taken away. You immediately begin to freak out, thinking he hated it and hated you and that you’d ruined his birthday; that is, until he smiles wider than you’ve ever seen him before.

“Y/N, this is amazing,” he says in awe. “What is it?” Jimin asks. Still smiling, he turns the frame around, revealing a chibi-like drawing of you, him, and Yeontan. Everyone chuckles, aside from Tae, who is admiring it as if it is the most breathtaking piece of art he’s ever come across in his life.

Without warning, he gently sets the frame on the table and leans over to kiss you. “I love it. Thank you,” he says between kisses. Your smile only grows. “Happy birthday, Tae.”

JUNGKOOK: At first, it was a game.

Now, it is w a r.

It all began three weeks ago, just as you arrived home from work. The moment you stepped inside your apartment, you were hit square in the chest by a water balloon. Many more were to follow; the assailant, of course, was none other than Jungkook, who somehow managed to simultaneously hold the titles of ‘boyfriend’ and ‘arch-nemesis.’

You were quick in your retaliation. This time, he was the one to stumble through the doorway, swaying slightly in his inebriated state. As soon as he is in position, you pull on the string, effectively covering him head to toe in honey and feathers. Even in his drunken state, he is conscious enough to know that this is not just retaliation - it is a challenge, and he has accepted.

What started as the most innocent of pranks quickly erupted into an all out prank war. No one was safe, not even your friends, as they’d all been roped into your little game one way or another. Jungkook managed to wrangle Jimin, Hobi, and Namjoon into his little schemes, while you won over Yoongi, Taehyung, and Jin.

Each side - and their respective soldiers - were dedicated to the fight, eager to prove once and for all that their leader was the Lord of Pranks™️. From then on, no one was safe; whoopie cushions replaced couch cushions, hair dye had been poured into toothpaste bottles, bags of flour emptied into hairdryers. It was mayhem, and you loved every second of it.

As the war raged on, you realized that you’d have to pull out the big guns if you wanted to defeat your worth adversary. Those big guns came in the form of Taehyung, who presented you with the single greatest idea you’d ever heard. You and your soldiers immediately went about planning for this glorious event, laughing mischievously all the while.

Your victory came while the boys were filming their next episode of “Run.” You tagged along on the bus as they rode to wherever it was they were going, claiming you needed some experience for your film class. Even better for you, Jungkook fell asleep about halfway into the trip, leaving him completely defenseless.

Wordlessly, you and Taehyung grab the set of permanent markers you brought with you and begin doodling. Lame, you know, but it gets better. Once your drawings are done, you rig a string confetti launchers to the top of the bus. Laughing, you pull an air horn out of your bag, and turn to give one last smile to the boys before blaring it in your boyfriend’s ear.

He shoots up immediately, hitting his head on he roof just as you’d intended. The pressure immediately sets off the confetti launchers, scaring him so bad he falls back-first on to the floor. It is there that he looks up and sees the reflective surface of the bus’ roof, revealing his newly purple eyebrows, evil mustache, and devil horns. Before he has time to stare at himself any longer, you pop up in his face, leaning down to kiss his cheek. “I win!”

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A/N: holy shiT that was so much fun to write. Sorry if the quality isn’t great, I’ve been swamped with schoolwork, but I still wanted to get this written. Please let me know what you think! 😘

- Rynn

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Could u pls do some 2seok where Jin fattens hobi up so much that the poor baby gets stuck in a door or breaks a chair? N he doesn't know how to feel but jinnie comforts him n feeds him n gives him tummy rubs n jst luvs him :(( ♡

—ok so,,, mayhaps,,, i got a little carried away,,,and wrote,,, over 5k words???? IM SORYY I HAVE A THING FOR 2SEOK. I love this request too!! It’s my first time writting a prompt about a character breaking something (that isnt clothing) so i really hope i dont let you down with this one!!–

Seokjin had already adopted their entire life to fit Hoseok’s size. The large size chairs with no arms, changing a wooden bed for a double matress on the floor, wide doors, open spaces. Every measure to make the younger as cozy as possible in the comfort of their own home. But this week, Mrs and Mr. Jung had asked the couple if they could watch over the house as they went on a short vacation; cramped rooms, old chairs, childhood beds.  To say Hoseok was frightened would be an understatement.

In his defence, he had every right to be anxious. There had been a drastic change on Hoseok’s frame, and his parents were too very slim individuals. He knew they had asked him and not sister just because she was on a short trip to Japan, he wasn’t the closest with his parents. They were judgmental enough when he was only chubby but now it had been a couple of months since his last visit, and anyone could say he was now properly obese. It wasn’t even an exaggeration at this point. His face had rounded out completely, and neck had disappeared entirely only to be replaced with a thick layer of fat. His chest had grown enough to be considered breasts, sagging down and resting on his enormous belly; which had grown enough to get in Hoseok’s way of normal everyday basics: he had a hard time putting on shoes, most times opting for sandals, put on pants, or well, joggers with extreme difficulty, he couldn’t even see his feet anymore! But it wasn’t a risky guess to say they were probably chubby as well. His stomach took so much space his arms, now flabby and with jiggly wings, couldn’t reach the bottom of it. His overhang so low it took up most space of his crotch; that also had a little separate pouch of fat above it. His love handles were now big enough to connect with the rolls of fat on his back. His legs had grown inwards and outwards, making it harder to walk or move in general. And it was all Kim Seokjin’s fault.

Hoseok was really fit once, lean muscles and sharp angles. In constant fear of dropping people’s expectations of him; that he was going to make it big, the world known dancer he had to become. The pressure was suffocating and soon turned the thing he loved the most, into the biggest toll on his mental health; to the point once he moved out of his parents’ house, the once extroverted cheerful boy isolated himself from not only his hometown friends but also the ones he had quickly made in Seoul. It was shocking to Seokjin when the guy he had not so long ago became his boyfriend, stopped talking to him entirely, even though he was older, he understood the stress of university. But it was summer vacation and there was still no sign of the dancer, of course, he didn’t expect him to burst out crying when he confronted the younger in his own apartment door. Yet with the discovery that this was much more than just stress from studies, Seokjin felt only more motivated to stay and to bring back the joyful man he met when the boy first entered university and their friend group. So he started hanging out more in the younger’s apartment, most days cooking his own meals for two; knowing fully well how more often than not, Hoseok would skip his everyday meals. And to Seokjin’s luck, the dancer not only accepted them but also ate them gleefully. Or at least that’s what the older could say from the now healthy weight he had gained. His ribs aren’t as noticeable and his every angle felt at least a little soter.; hi mood was better too, less anxious and even more confident in his own skin. Not as unsure, but the fun, extroverted and cheerful man he was before. Not only that, but Hoseok had also started to spend less time practicing in the dance studio, and more time at home; which gave the older the perfect opportunity to shower him with love, even though he was letting loose a little, it didn’t mean his incertenties disappeared. So the older would automatically preparee little details for huis boyfriend to see, from a single cupcake next to  a post it with an encouraging message on it, or an ice cream after a particularly hard day, or a full on feast of celebration. It was Seokjin’s way of expressing support, especially considering how hard Hoseok wa son his body. For example, there was a feast with all of the dancer, or well, ex-dancer, when he decided to change his major to literature. It wasn’t that Seokjin was against dancing, but it had become such a toxic aspect of his boyfriend’s life, the reason behind all of his insecurities and anxieties. The older couldn’t say he was upset with the change, rather excited by it. Hoseok, of course was still uncertain but not only with Seokjin but with the help of everyone, he learnt to feel comfortable on his current major.

When Hoseok was majoring in dancing composition, all of his boyfriend`s rich foods would burn out throughout the week; however, it just so happened that the literature major did not require half as much movement as his former one. So it wasn’t a surprise to anyone when the younger began to gain weight, barely noticeable at first as Hoseok had the metabolism of a teenager. But that could only keep him fit solong; slowly, and very gradually weight began to settle. Barely noticeable, a soft stomach rounder thighs, but now, it would be the first thing people saw in him when he walked past.

It was hard, even though he was near finishing his major, in a happy relationship., with an amazing group of friends who stood by him; Hoseok still had his doubts about his change in career, especially with the metamorphosis his body had gone through. But with his boyfriends’ help, they adjusted their life till it was hardly noticeable that he was any different to their friends. But that was in their apartment, in Seoul.

“Seokjin I don’t fit through the door.” Hoseok stated mortified in front of the too slim entrance.

“Oh come on, Hobi! No with that attitude you won’t!”

“I am physically unable to go through this door.” He stood rigid as he saw his boyfriend laugh hysterically already inside the house.

“Don’t be ridiculous Seokie! Come I’ll help you in.” The older stood now outside in front of Hoseok, Slim crooked fingers holding fat ones. “Do you wanna try sideways or normal?”

“Lets try sideways.” The younger said waddling till he was no longer facing the door but the house next to them. Seokjin slides his hands from his arms to the very center of the massive expanse of his stomach.

“Ok, now walk slowly, try sucking in once you reach the door.” The older’s calmness was somewhat contagious as Hoseok walked over to the door, his boyfriend was already inside though his hands were still on him, pushing the fat slightly inwards, he would squish and ohs every side that went past the door frame so that he would fit. And just like that, slowly and  carefully, Hoseok was inside his childhood home.

“If I have to do that everytime to get in an out of the house I think I’ll just stay in the entire week.” Hoseok groaned instantly finding a chair to sit down, cringing at the loud creak it produced. His breathing was heavy already, he could feel the heat radiating from his most likely red cheeks.

“Then don’t? I mean, you always used to complained how there wasn’t anything to do here anyway. And your parents already left tons of food for us to eat.” He shrugged cheekily “I say we use this week to relax, I know how stressed you’ve been with your thesis on that book..um…?” He gestured vaguely with his large hands.

“Demian” The younger started with a loud exhale of air, feeling the exhaustion from just the name of the novel alone.

“See? You are in need of a break, and you are in luck your amazing boyfriend is going to make sure, you have a good time!” He exclaimed rather dramatically, which earnt a fit of bubbly giggles from the younger. “I’m thinking….”He paused for a moment’s shifting his weight from one long leg to the other. “Movie marathon, blanket fort, and that stew you told me your mom left us.” Hoseok’s heart shaped smiled split his face in half, nodding quickly. And with that his boyfriend left to the living room, probably top build that for the mentioned. The younger would go grab the food and plates, however he had to get up first; a basic day to day thing that had become a difficulty with time. It took a few attempts but he was finally up and waddling his way into the cramped kitchen. It was hard, his ass constantly brushing against the counters, sometimes pushing pots in the process of moving; though he finally was able to not only waddle his way into the living room carrying the huge pot, but also go back for two large sodas and their plates glasses and chopsticks.

His childhood living room was turned into a blanket fortress, which wasn’t surprising knowing it was Seokjin’s specialty. The floor covered with pillows and blankets, making it comfortable to sit on the ground rather than the couch; it was a good call considering how small this couch was in comparison to theirs, Hoseok probably would only be able to fit half of his ass on it. Besides why would he choose the couch when he had his boyfriend already waiting open arms on floor, “The Lion King” ready to play in the tv in front of them, lights already dim and ready.  With an adoring smile he wobbled his way into the floor, sitting down with a loud thud and a long exhale of breath; automatically his boyfriend began to serve him a large portion and set on top of his massive stomach. It pulled down enough for his overhang to be completely settled on the floor covering his crotch; which was also being squished between the fat of his thighs which he had to have spread for ther eot be room for his overflowing stomach. He began to eat happily, one hand bringing food into his parted lipos and the other holding him up from behind; though his flabby arm got tired and he had to push himself backwards against the couch, his whole body jiggling violently with the movement.

He finished his serving quite quickly, and his appetite had changed drastically over the last couple of years, so he pushed himself forward to get a second. Though he finished that one at amazing speed too, so he had to move again to get his third; but by the forth serving Hoseok was growing tired of moving forward and back constantly and eye his boyfriend who had an arm over his shoulder and another hand mindlessly on his not yet bloated stomach. All it took was a slight cough from the younger and Seokjin is already bringing the pot near them to serve him his fifth serving of stew. There was nearly half of the pot left, though Hoseok kept up a fast pace until his seventh serving, he was feeling a little full, his stomach hardening on the slightest; yet this isn’t a worry on the younger’s mind as the large kept it’s steady rhythm tracing circles around the expanse of fat. It was on the eight serving where he had to take a break, his breathing reduced to heavy intakes of air; signalling silently for hs boyfriend to bring him one of the bottles of soda, not needing to be told to help him hold it the older did anyways; knowing Hoseok’s arms would only resist so long, long crooked fingers placed firmly on top of chubby ones as the younger gulped down.  There was less than half the bottle left, and his stomach had expanded ridiculously almost no fat left to squish; a loud whine made it past his oily lips before the younger could restrain it.

“Aw, Hoseokie, we both know there is still room left.” He left no time for the other to respond as a hand sneaked its way under the tight shirt and began pressing at the sides, massaging the pain away strongly. It took a couple of minutes but the younger finally felt a wave of hunger go through him because of the smell of the stew that is yet to be eaten inside the pot.

“I’m ready.” He stated quietly, though this time he didn’t move to grab Seokjin’s hand with the next serving on it. The older was quick to realize what he had to do, and pressed himself against Hoseok’s side, sinking into the flesh as he brought a mouthful of food into his lazily parted lips. Neither of them were paying attention to the movie anymore, both of them completely absorbed with what was happening. Stuffings weren’t a rare occurrence though every time both Hoseok and Seokjin got completely lost in it; the younger shivered with the feeling of hot stew slipping down his throat easily, warm all over because of their overeating, and Seokjin’s hot breath on his thick neck. A deep brush tainted his cheeks as he panted, poking his eyes open at the lack of food being sent his way, only to be found with an empty pot.

“I think this was meant to last us the entire week.” Seokjin’s says breathless, the younger knew he was excited by this too. They both acknowledged it, though never spoke of it. He felt the same way too, and even though Hoseok did spend a lot of his time eating and Seokjin feeding him; never like this. Not hours of stuffing that left both of them breathless, they both knew the other wanted that, though they never found the time. That was until they were asked to look out for the Jung parents’ house, all alone for an entire week. Maybe this week wouldn’t be so bad.

And he had been right, it was in this week were both lovers discovered the very wonders of feederism; testing the younger’s limits on every meal which had him on a constant state of fullness and laziness. Tonight was their last diner in the house before they had to leave the house. Seokjin was currently out, looking for all of their orders at the various restaurants Hoseok had ordered form. Not so much to their surprise, they had finished all of the food Hoseok’s parents had left them by the lunch of day two; or well at least the younger did.  Even though his hometown wasn’t necessarily the biggest, there so many orders that had Hoseok’s stomach rumbling angrily, but there was no food left! Unless…

He swung his gigantic mass forward and back looking for impulse to stand; it took a couple of tries but with a violent speed he stood up. The enormous amount of weight in his middle almost making him fall forward, he was already panting and he could feel his hearts speeding up. It took some moments of recomposure until he began to waddle his way into his parents’ bedroom; if his memory didn’t fail him, his mother had a secret stock of fattening foods for when she was on her diets. He sneaked his fat mass through the slim door into her closet and spread his knees seperate ways to make room for the giant rolls that formed whenever he crouched. and there it was the large “shoe box” underneath layer wsof clothes that covered it.

Happily he took it, though all this walking had tir4ed him out; he eyed the chair on hispàrents’ desk. It might not be the most comfortable, but he didn’t have the time to clean the crumbs he was going to leave in their bed afterwards, nor the energy to walk back to the living room. So with a sigh, he laid all of his weight aggressively on the weak chair. It creaked loudly but that was a normality now for Hoseok so he proceeded to excitedly open the box. He could start eating now, and when he had more energy go back to the couch, right?

He didn’t exactly know what he was going to find inside the box, though at this point he was willing to eat anything; he actually had a hard time reaching the insides of the box, having to be at a distance from the desk, his stomach getting in the way between him and the food. He let the desk sink into his belly as he reached over the massive chocolate bar and began to eat. His plans of going to the couch being forgotten  not only because he got lost on the eating and the feeling of his hunger decreasing gradually; but also the feeling of revenge on his parents. Knowing how much of a pig they would think he is ass overspilling on the chair, gut too fat pushing against the desk, too spoiled to be able to wait less than an hour without food.  It was thrilling, knowing how much o a pig he was; he wants to slow down so Seokjin could see him like this when he arrived; but i couldn’t help the speed at which food enters his mouth, he was so hungry. His train of thought had already stopped long ago, the feeling of food settling down at the bottom of his large stomach, in fact he had begin to close his eyes in pleasure, only hearing his heavy breathing and the noise of him biting and swallowing food he didn’t even took the time to recognize. So lost in the feeling, perhaps, too lost, as he couldn’t anticipate the loud crack coming from underneath him. Hoseok didn’t have time to process what had just happened, but the broken pieces of chair sinking into his flabby ass and the fact that he was now sitting on the floor; made it pretty clear.  He broke his parents’ chair.

He felt a wave of horror rush through him, the only thought that occupied his mind was “Failure”. He shouldn’t have dropped out of dance, he shouldn’t have gained al this weight; now it was too late, he was just a big fat disappointment to everyone who once knew him; this was probably too much for Seokjin too. What kind of person would want a morbidly obese partner? And like a bad ironic joke to Hoseok, he heard the door open.

“Hobi?” The older called loud voice resonating through the house. He didn’t know what to do, he didn’t want the othe to see him like this; so hurriedly and ungracefully he attempted to stand up, he failed at first and fell with a loud thud making the floor vibrate as an aftermath. The learning footsteps only made the younger more determined as he stood up after a large intake of air and waddlñed towards the door, just at the same time as his boyfriend.

“Oh, Seokjinnie, hi.” His voice sounded raspy and out of breath, and he saw Seokjin had rushed to him with the multiple orders still in his hand.

“Are you ok? I heard something cracking…Why are you in your parents`room?” Hoseok wa squick to overcompensate.

“Oh yeah I was feeling a little nostalgic and I know my mom had a box on her wardrobe with photos and stuff though I couldn’t find it, I just ended up knocking stuff over… Haha you know me I can be a little clumsy!!” Hoseok considered himself a good liar, and it had just been proven with the dark look that took over Seokjin. However, he could guess what was coming and after his insecurity break down, the last thing he wanted to do was eat. But if it got him out of his parents’ bedroom, he’d take it.

“Oh, I bet you looked great, your fat ass squished into that tiny little room.” Hoseok’s eyes widen, they had talked about those types of nicknames during the week, and HOseok was actively in favor of them. But Now, all they did was make his stomach twist in a nauseous nature. He let out an exaggerated whine

“Seokjin, can’t we just go and eat in the living room? I’m too hungry to wait.” It wasn’t really a lie, as much self deprecation he felt. He still wasn’t quite full. He tensed in fear as he felt one of his boyfriend’s long fingers brush against the outside of his mouth,  cleaning off a stain of dark chocolate.

“Even after you stuffed your face while I was gone, pig?” Hoseok stood rigid, he felt another large hand press against the top of his stomach pushing him further inside slightly. The younger’s lack of answer only encouraged the other to continue. “Maybe I spoiled you too much, huh fatso? You can’t even wait 40 minutes without food in your mouth. And what’s worse is you probably are hungry. It’s never enough for you, just can’t stop gorging yourself into what you are now, a big, fat pig.”

“Airplane!” Hoseok couldn’t hold the scream that left his lips. The use of the safeword instantly making Seokjin’s eyes softened, he didn’t barge the younger with questions, knowing fully well this would only overwhelm him more. Instead he placed a cold hand on his round heated cheek. Though he remained silent, though his nerves urged him to know and with the most gentle voice he could muster he spoke.

“Seokie, you can tell me.” He pleaded silently although he was desperate. The younger was looking down, ashamed, Seokjin’s caring voice being the only thing that motivated him to tell.

“I broke my parents’ chair.” He stated in a quiet voice. “I sat in it and after a couple of minutes it just fell apart” As he went further explaining the situation he could hear his voice wobbling. “A-and now, I just can’t stop thinking about what would they think, and how disappointed they must feel, they hate me enough knowing that I gave up becoming a dancer. B-but I can’t even imagine what they would think if they saw me like this. Fuck, it must be disgusting even for- for you.” He didn’t dare to look at Seokjin’s reaction, fear shaking him to the point of crying. Though he didn’t realize he was doing so until he felt soft touches over his long ago faded cheekbones, he looked up startled.

“Hoseok.” The older’s tone sounded serious, stern even . “I could never disgusted by you. You know how gorgeous I think you are, any weight, any size. I- I wish I would have been here when it happened, made sure you were comfortable. Why didn’t you tell me earlier?” He sounded helpless as his dark eyes searched within Hoseok’s.

“It was embarrassing ok? I was already beginning to think you would be grossed out by me.” He said sounding a lot more comfortable in the situation.

“Well, you thought wrong…And…I get if you don’t want to do the stuffing, though you are still having something for dinner.” The older too was regaining his cheeky demeanor as he spoke. And although what happened had left him feeling self conscious, the idea of Seokjin taking care of him with a sesion didn’t seem that bad; the thought of gentle hands and caring words took over his head as he answered almost automatically.

“No no! Actually, I would really like that.” His words came out desesperante at first and then became shy and embarrassed, though his words caused a wide grin to his boyfriend’s face. He passed all the bag orders into one hand, which honestly seemed to be straining his slim fingers and with the other he extended it fo Hoseok to grab. Holding onto it tightly they walked together through the thin corridors into the living room. The younger sitting with a heavy exhale, the loud creak of the couch brought back memories of what had just happened minutes ago., though luckily, Seokjin wa squickly next to him, all orders splayed out on the coffee table a careful hand caressing his chubby cheek.

“What would you like to start with baby?” His voice was so soft, the older clearly understood what Hoseok needed instead of their ordinary rather more intense stuffings. And Hoseok was grateful for that.

“With the chicken.” The younger’s voice came out equally quiet. ANd no more words were needed as Seokjin reached out onto the table grabbing the dish and bringing mouthfuls into his boyfriend’s lips; their pace was slow and steady. The older’s nose brushing against Hoseok’s flabby cheek, nuzzling closer to his side with each bite. It wasn’t long until he finished the plate, lips oily with grease, though Seokjin didn’t seem to mind as he kissed him sweetly.

“You are doing so good already Hobi. So good for me. How’s your stomach feeling?” Hoseok is only able to answer with a low whine, chubby fingers reaching out to the center of his stomach, where his fingers met Seokjin’s. “No,no. Let me take care of you.” And with a tight squeeze to the younger’s hand, he continued rubbing circles all along the top of the massive dome lightly. Hoseok didn’t feel that full, though it helped to take things slowly and gently. They stayed like that for a couple of minutes, him leaning back relaxing enough to have his eyes closed  as Seokjin’s hands found each their way to knead they doughty flesh. Quiet hums escaped his lips under the pressure of the older’s hands. Until they stopped moving, and  suddenly he felt a warm breath against his ear. “What next love?” Hoseok peaked his eyes opened and analized what was  before him. Avoiding to look at his boyfriend knowing fully well the rosey tinted his face would have under the use of that type of nicknames.

“Pork please.” His voice was cheerful once again, which only gave Seokjin more motivation to reach out and began feeding him, still slowly yet the atmosphere had changed; the air seemed lighter and it had seemed as if the chair incident had been forgotten. The older leaned in to spread light kisses over all of Hoseok’s soft shoulder; which earnt as a result contagious giggles from the other. Though he was quick to shut up when the food was brought to his mouth. This time, a lot more open than when they had first started the stuffing, the younger hummed in approval; could be because of the taste of the food, or because Seokjin’s kisses to his body had become sloppy and slow. The feeling of tightness was taking over Hoisoek’s expanded middle, ever so slightly he whined and took the plate from Seokjin’s hands, earning a confused glance. “I-I’ll go one, but, rub my stomach?” He didn’t sound desperate though, the way his face scrunched up in pleasure once the older began massaging his dome was enough.

“Of course baby, you know how much I love taking care of you. Seeing you treat yourself,  eat to your heart’s content; it makes me so happy Seokie.”  Long fingers groped gently the large overhang of Hoseok’s stomach, whilst the other hand rubbed circles all over the middle strongly. Warm words encouraged the younger to speed up his pace as he ate his way through the second dish, finishing it quickly. Seokjin’s eyes were on him constantly, looking mesmerized as he saw his boyfriend eat. “What next sweetheart?” There were only two more dishes left before going into desserts, so there wasn’t that much choice.  

“Pass me the stake and I’ll eat the burger last.”  And instantly he had the dish placed carefully on the top of his large stomach. He began to eat, his pace even quicker than before, a rush of motivation getting to him. Of course his boyfriend noticed, acknowledging HOseok’’s efforts with a tight squeeze to his thick love handles.

“You are finishing them so fast, ‘m so proud. You are doing amazing baby, enjoying yourself to the fullest, well fed; taken care of, that’s what you deserve. “ Gentle words came along with a burger set in front of him. Hoseok was already feeling properly full by now, pace still fast though not as willingly. He bit into the large burger and moaned around it, the flavour of the burger mixing with the way Seokjin’s strong hands roamed and groped all over him, sending him waves of pleasure. The younger’s eyes were half lidded, his breathing has become heavy and a thin layer of sweat covered his entire mass. Though finishing the burger was becoming hard, his  stomach had hardened to its majority which lead to a lethargic lazy pace of eating. He counted the bites left for him to finish it, and once he did, he was saddened at the lost of not only Seokjin’s hands over his body but the warmth of his body next to him. The older was bringing the two desserts that they had ordered onto the couch, occupying the space where Seokjin had formerly been sitting; and with that he happily sat on Hoseok’s lap, slim torso pushing against hard dome earning a loud moan from both of them. “Your stomach is so hard, you ate so much, Seokie. You did so well, how about we mix both the ice cream and the cake for you to drink huh? How does that sound?” Seokjin’s voice remained gentle and caring, HOseok keened at the praise nodding desperately at the amazing suggestion. The older stood up and walked the kitchen where the noise of the blender could be heard. Quickly the weight of his tall boyfriend was again on his laps as he handed him the large glass with a straw, holding it with both hands as he drank it easily. The feeling of cold liquid sliding down his throat, made his entire body relax. Seokjin took both of his free hands as an opportunity hands caressing and pressing onto the places he saw impacted Hoseok the most, the younger had his full attention as he saw his expression change when he pressed his side or the top of his stomach. Though he found the sweet post once he saw Hoseok’s face scrunch up when he groped and jiggled strongly the overhang of his massive stomach. With both hands at the bottom, he leaned down and began to spread kisses all over the clothed dome, in between kisses soft caring murmurs made their way past Seokjin’s full lips. “So good Hobi, so good for me. You are so beautiful, so stunning.” Hoseok’s  face heated up at the encouraging words, motivating him to finish his dessert even though he felt to his limit. With a big intake of air, he swallowed what was left of his milkshake; he finished and his stomach was throbbing, making him scrunch his face up in pain and not pleasure. Though no words were needed as Seokjin’s expert hands pushed his sides inwards with slight strength, leaning in for his boyfriends chocolate lips, the sweet taste of what he had just eaten taking over his own mouth. Their kiss started quick and chaste but grew sloppy and slow, with the only interventions being the older praise.

“You did amazing Hoseok, I’m so proud of you. My beautiful, boyfriend, did so good, so full and happy just for me…We’ll have to get them a new chair though.”

[missklou]

Too short too long {Yoongi/Seokjin scenario}

(Currently taking requests)

Request:   Hello, i found this prompt on twitter and i was wondering whether there exists an actual fic like this, regardless of the ship: an au where yoongi and seokjin were on a vacation but their luggages got switched,, then they bumped into each other at a supermarket wearing each other's clothes. ~Thank you! (By @mathsaerie literaly SO LONG AGO, I’m sorry!)

Mini scenarios with each member. If you like it, please check the masterlist for more.

Warnings: none, just pure cuteness I guess. 

HOPE YALL ENJOY, THERE’S PROBABLY A TON OF MISTAKES BECAUSE I’M SO SLEEPY, BUT I JUST SAW THIS SEATING IN MY REQUESTS AND I HAD TO DO IT!

-Fucking hell! -The boy curses under his breath for what feels like the hundredth time.

The youngest of the group rolls his eyes at his hyung and reaches for another bite of his steak. The rest of the boys don't even acknowledge Seokjin's tantrum, too busy sipping on their beers and discussing what was the best 2018 meme. Only their disinterest doesn't slow him down one bit.

-Yah Jungkook! Don't roll your eyes at me you brat! -He points his finger at the unaffected boy, who just keeps poking the meat with his chopsticks. -This is serious okay? I don't know what to do!

-Ah hyung! first, stop marching in circles, you'll open a hole in the floor! -Says a tipsy Jung Hoseok, with his red nose shining in the orange lights of the hotel room. -Secondly, what can we do now? We told you not to get a black bag... -He gazes away from Seokjin's psychotic stare as soon as he's done speaking, instead choosing to silently ask for Jimin's help.

Jimin clears his throat after finishing the rest of his beer in one swing, running his fingers through his hair to take it away from his face.

-Hyung, don't overthink it. You just switched luggage, I'm sure the guy that has your stuff is as confused and upset as you are right now, he'll probably try to find you at some point.

Seokjin plops on the bed and covers his eyes with his arms, he feels like screaming but gives up once remembering that he is in America and it's pretty late already.

-This is ridiculous... How does someone not put any contact information in his bag? Is he a drug dealer or something? Aah this guy... -He mumbles curses and blindly kicks the black bag on the floor. -What should I do until then?

Hoseok stands up and stretches his legs, letting out a tired sigh before bending down to check the dark clothes that fill the back.

-Hyung, they are pretty stylish! -He unfolds a couple of t-shirts, eyes droopy as they get every time he has one too many drinks. -You might as well have fun with it!

-Heey, what are you talking?? How can he wear someone else's clothes? It's weird! -Exclaims Jungkook from the table, still happily stuffing his face and speaking in dialect.

-What else are you supposed to do? We are going to be here for another 15 days, might as well not waste a fortune in new clothes! -Says Jimin, also getting up to join Hoseok by the bag. -And Hobi is right, they are pretty cool! I might get one of those for myself back in Korea! -He jokes around, pulling a black leather jacket from the luggage.

Seokjin lifts his arms from his eyes to stare at them, hissing in his old man fashion.

-Yah you two are having way too much fun with this! ...

Yoongi sits in his room, blankly staring at the black bag as if he had zoomed out at the face of a crisis.

-Hyung are you okay? -Taehyung pokes his cheek playfully, flashing the older one of his signature boxy smiles.

He takes a long pause before answering with a simple nod, eyes completely empty. He's always hard to reach in those situations, whenever something goes wrong, Yoongi instantly shuts down all expressions.

Namjoon storms inside the room, tripping over taehyung's bag and almost falling face first. He curses and gives taehyung a harsh look for abandoning his luggage by the door.

-Okay, I just notified the airline, they are going to check all the people from that flight to see if someone else is missing their bag, until then, there's not much we can do. -He tries to calm Yoongi with a gentle smile, but the boy keeps staring at the pile of unfolded clothes that are jumping out of the stranger's bag. -Is something else bothering you? What's wrong? -The considerate guy places his hand in Yoongi's shoulder, also examining the bag from his position.

Taehyung sits down and starts going through the clothes right away, nodding every once in a while as if he's a fashion designer studying someone's work.

-There's nothing wrong it's just... -He tilts his head and hisses a little, his accent becomes a little bit evident when he's surprised. -That guy is just absurd! -He chuckles, exposing his gummy smile, the other two follow his actions, staring at each other in confusion. -Look at his clothes, is he a rainbow? Why is everything so colorful??

Now Yoongi seems to be laughing at his poor situation, tears forming at the corner of his eyes, he finds it to be so funny and Taehyung and Namjoon can't help but laugh along with him,

-Hyung, they might not be your style... -Exclaims Taehyung once he controls his laughter, also wiping the corners of his eyes. -They might not be, but they are pretty good! I'm sure you can pull it off!

Yoongi reaches for a bright yellow piece that sticks from the bottom of the mess, pulling it out to realize it's a sweater that says "Save the bees", they stare at it for a few seconds.

-What... -And just like that, they are laughing uncontrollably again, pressing at their stomach.

-It's okay! It's okay, it's okay! -Namjoon tries to be helpful, pulling a pair of dark jeans from the bag. -Just give it a shot, it won't be bad!

-Yes! Try them I want to see it! -Says an excited Taehyung, jumping on his feet.

It takes a lot of convincing but they finally manage to get Yoongi out of his comfortable spot in the large bed of his bedroom and into the bathroom to change into the stranger's clothes. He comes out a bit later, hands behind his back and a pout on his lips.

Taehyung and Namjoon exclaim from the other side of the room, looking very excited. Sure, it's not like Yoongi but it's not bad at all! Seems pretty decent actually.

-The pants are okay I guess... -He starts, looking at his thin tights in the dark jeans, and the way they end nicely on his ankles. -But...

His friends exchange a concerned look, both focusing on Yoongi's last words.

-Why are his arms so long?! -He reveals his hands, that are completely engulfed in the large sweater, making him look tiny. -Is he slender man?

-AAAAH so cute!!! -Exclaims Taehyung, while Namjoon is rolling on the bed with laughter, getting red by the second, the youngest grabs his phone instantly to snap some pictures of his hyung.

-Yah! Do you have a death wish?! Kim Taehyung! ...

-I don't like this, I don't like this at all! -Says Seokjin as the four of them jump out of the car and into the busy streets. -I look so ridiculous! -He points his wrists, as to remind them one more time of how short are the sleeves of this coat.

-Don't worry hyung, no one's going to notice that, it's dark inside! -Jimin points the noisy club a few feet ahead with excitement in his puppy eyes.

-Nah! Everyone is going to notice, and they'll think "what a weird, weird man!" -teases Jungkook, running away as soon as Seokjin jumps to beat his ass. ...

-No matter what I put on, It always looks like I'm in my pajamas. -Laughs Yoongi in front of the mirror. Namjoon chuckles behind his beer can and Taehyung finally knocks on their door.

They talk about the places they want to visit during their stay as they make their way into the bar to meet their producer and friends.

The story of how Yoongi got the wrong bag got told hundreds of times and the embarrassing photos were sent to everybody as they drank away their worries, laughing loudly at stupid jokes.

-In the end, did you hear from the airline? -ask one of the guys from the producing staff. -Did you find any information on him?

Yoongi shakes his head and crosses his legs, resting his fingers on his knees.

-I've told you, the guy is completely crazy -He laughs- We only got an email address, worldwidehandsome, something, something!

... The group of four guys walks down the street, or rather, stumble down the street as the first lights of morning begging to cut the skies. The fools sing traditional Korean songs in funny voices and laugh like crazy at each other over the smallest things.

They finally come across a 24h convenience store a few blocks away from the club, and because Jungkook is a whining baby, they get in to buy the maknae some food.

The lady at the cashier seems completely oblivious to the boy's mess, even when they throw bags of chips at each other she just chooses to ignore it and just focus on her magazine instead.

The bell rings, a new group walks in but they follow to different aisles, not paying the group of four any attention.

-You are so full of yourself! Why would she be staring at you?? -Accuses Hoseok at Seokjin after the boy's absurd bragging.

-What's the chance of us finding soju? -Asks Taehyung, immediately turning to Namjoon as if he's the source of all knowledge.

-Ah, should we have soju? -Asks Yoongi in his quiet, yet drunk swept voice.

From the other side of the store, the two keep up with their bickering.

-YAH I'm telling you!!! I'm worldwide handsome! - Screams Seokjin, laughing hysterically shortly after.

Namjoon and Taehyung exchange looks one more time, then gaze at Yoongi, waiting for his reaction to match theirs.

He doesn't move, just stares at them with a confused look on his face.

-Worldwide handsome! -Shouts Taehyung, running all the way to the other side of the store to find Seokjin still laughing with his friends.

Yoongi and Namjoon show up at the aisle after him, all staring at the guys with clothes too small for him.

-Oh?! That's my favorite coat! -Says Yoongi, pointing at the stranger!

Seokjin turns around at the use of Korean, also surprised, with wide eyes.

-Oh! Mister drug dealer!

-Slander man!

They both exclaim at the same time.

[exkoenigin]

About me Tag

Thank you for tagging me @jiinkookie honestly this means alot!

1ST RULE: Tag 9 people you want to get to know better

@feralheartedalien @innerkpoppeace @theshortkidwiththelongbraid @pass-the-teapot @wind-staerke-acht @differentbutpsycho @yoloedits @twinkperry

APPEARANCE: I am 5’10 (178 cm for my european friends), I have short green-ish hair, and a very pale face (gotta hate the ginger genes) but im planning to redye my hair to a kind of red Jin once had.

My eyes are a mix between green and brown and actually only cool when the sunlight shines right into them creating a magical green color. I like to dress in a way to feel good. So i mostly wear oversized shirts, black skinny jeans and sneakers. (Jins street style is kinda me) i mostly wear black tho. There is my emo side lol

PERSONALITY: I usually act very cold but have my soft emotinal moments (s/o Yoongi lol) Sometimes the right words can make me soft, talkative and reachable but i usually like to be cold and untouchable. My attitude’s like fuck everything most of the time and i’m trying my best at just being the happiest i can. I don’t judge people and i don’t like being judged although i like to provoke lol. I love it when people talk about things they love/are passionate about, i love the way their eyes light up when they get into those topics.

also i hate nazis and every form of discrimination.

Besides i am a hardcore clean freak so no one is allowed to touch me because to me everyone is ‘not clean’. even i am dirty to myself most of the time. I wash my hands too much and in winter i always have cracked skin due to that. so just DONT TOUCH MY FACEU (s/o hobi)

Another thing which i have never told anyone but one person is that i may identify as non-binary but i am literally so not sure about what i feel like i am. I also dont know if im bi or not but actually idfc i love who i love. i stan who i stan

I am currently in High School and trying my best to finish in order to go to Uni after that if it ever works out even though i have no idea what to study. Probably languages.

ABILITY: I dont know i’m not very good at anything. I like the idea of education in general but education systems simply suck so i dont know. but i find languages really really interesting and as i said would like to study some in the future. (i speak 3 fluently rn) also i mean i made it to highschool i cant be totally stupid lol. But yeah no special ability here.

HOBBIES: MUSIC AND SPORTS even though i dont practise any of this myself okay listen i am crazy like i can go from watching a basketball match to watching cute bts english speakeu videos, as well as go from scremo bands to classic music so i basically stan everything. also i just love when people have something in common, something they love, and then gather for that reason, no matter whether its a concert or a sports game, they gather and have fun together and that proves that there is still love in this world,

other than that i love reading and then highlighting special paragraphs/lines. But sadly i just dont have the time for it. i also really love drawing lyrics and hangining it on my wall and ofc listening to music.

i used to enjoy writing short stories/poetry and it helped me alot too, but i just havent had a single idea for like a year now. sucks how creativity just left me.

(a really weird fact is that i love cleaning the kitchen/house because in the end i get to see a result and everything is clean and ahhhh)

RELATIONSHIPS: lol what you talking bout. im in multiple fandoms, my life’s 70% spent home/on the internet 30% social so hell yeahhhh. i have loved the same guy for easily 3 years and still get them butterflies whenever i see him. ofc i had crushes on other guys (2 of them my friends lol) but never got loved back lmaoo fun. i am currently 17 years old and never been in any kind of romantic relationship. it makes me sad yes it does but i also think i wouldnt have time to have a partner right now. apart from that who wanna date a short haired not even a lil bit girly not even kinda cute fandom obsessed messed up girl?

Also i dont really have friends anymore. like, of course i do but those friendships are either fake or just not very close. one of them is kinda toxic too. i lost two of my best friends recently because either them or i changed alot. but it still hurts. i dont feel like i am important to anyone at all anymore. it doesnt feel like they need me. everybody has somebody else.

RANDOM STUFF: i sleep whenever and whereever i can.

I have a thing for bands.

i am trying to spread love peace and positivity the best and whenever i can even though i still carry alot of hate within me. but i am giving my best to be better everyday. and i think we all should. so if you have bad days or whatever please dont hesitate to hit me up.

my favorite non alcoholic drink is ice tea.

i fall asleep hugging a pillow most of the time.

music means more than anything to me.

[xxprincessjewelsxx]

BTS | Their GF Is Attacked By A Stalker *Personalized Reaction Contest Reaction*

S/o is attacked by a stalker (saesang or a guy who doesn’t know what ‘no’ means), how would BTS retaliate or get revenge?

Jin: He had noticed a change in your behavior over the course of several weeks; looking over your shoulder, being clingy in public even though you really weren’t big into skinship, and jumping at the smallest noise.

At first he thought you might have just been shook up by some of the recent twitter comments, but when your jumpiness lasted longer than when your relationship was outed he started to get suspicious that something else was going on.

You worked at BigHit as a secretary so whenever he could he would he would just check up on you and see how you were doing, since he hadn’t gotten any answers out of you about what was wrong.

Good thing he had...one day when he went to check on you he found you standing alone in one of the empty practice rooms, standing in front of the mirror looking at your arms which had bruises on them.

“Ros...what happened?” he questioned, startling you.

You looked down at the floor before beginning to tell him about the assistant manager that had been flirting with you the last few weeks, but hadn’t liked the word ‘no’.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” He questioned.

“I thought I could handle it,” you replied sadly, “Then when I told him that I didn’t appreciate what he was doing especially since he knows I’m dating you, things got worse and he grabbed me.”

“You should have told me...”

Needless to say that none of this when over well with him. He didn’t confront the guy but he did make sure that management knew every detail that he could finally get out of you and made sure that not only was he fired, but whenever he tried to get a job anywhere else they would be well informed of his harassment towards women.

Suga/Yoongi: You had told Yoongi about the guy at work who had been continuously been trying to get you to go out on a date with him even though you had declined, put in a complaint to HR, and it was no secret to ANYONE that you and Yoongi were dating.

“Why don’t you take some time off? You have some vacation time, I know it’s not grand but you could help out at the fanmeets and hang out the concerts...maybe that will give him some time to calm down and let the message sink in and get you away for awhile. Plus the fans have been asking about you.”

The fans...they had been surprisingly welcoming when it was revealed that ’Suga’ was in a relationship. Yoongi was thankful and quite frankly so were you; the fans actually asked him how you were doing and brought ’thank you’ cards to Yoongi to give to you and when you would have a day off and help the guys at a fan meet they would wave to you. It was eerie how welcoming they were...but you were happy with it.

So you decided to take him up on that offer and you would take a day to get your desk all cleared up and  you would be taking that much needed two week vacation.

“So Ros...I was wondering...” the man started, walking over to your cubical.

“First don’t call me ’Ros’, only friends can call me that...second, no...no, for the last and final time...no,” you stated, being comepletely done with this wacko, “Anyway, I am going on vacation so I do not have anytime to go on a date with you since I will be with my boyfriend.”

You wouldn’t know it until later that that was probably the wrong thing to say. As you walked into your apartment that evening, takeout in hand, your arm was grabbed and you were being beat on as the man told you that no one else should be allowed to date you.

Thanks to your neighbor hearing the ruckus the beating was minor...but when Yoongi saw you at the studio the next day...he would make sure the mans life was a living hell.

“I thought you said Rosalind would be here,” a fan said, as fans waited in line to get pictures signed.

“She was...but something happened. I was actually hoping that you could help me with,” Yoongi pulled out a picture of the man so the the fans could see it, “This man hurt my Ros and the police are trying to find him...I know Ros would appreciate it that if you see him, you call the police, be safe and don’t do anything reckless...but she would apprieciate it and so would I.”

Pretend thats a photo of an evil evil man

J-Hope/Hoseok: (Y/C/M = Your College Major) “Are you sure you don’t want to grab some dinner with us?” Hoseok asked after you said you were just going to go back to the hotel room for the night.

The concert had ended late and once back at the hotel the guys were going to grab some dinner at the hotel’s restaurant before heading to their rooms for the night, and of course being Hoseok’s girlfriend and BTS’s beloved friend...you were always welcome to join them.

“Hobi, my flight was so long and I had so much fun at the concert...I think if I spend anymore energy today today I won’t have any for tomorrow’s date,” you replied, “I’m just gonna go crash and recharge my batteries.”

Smiling, he walked over and kissed your forehead. “Fair enough, get some rest.”

You separated and you started up to the hotel room; you would’ve loved to stay up and spend as much time as you possibly could with him, but you had had a long flight back from America. You had had a great opportunity to spend six month studying Y/C/M oversees to get more credits and experience towards your degree, but you did get a week and a half to go home and see family or whatever you wanted to do.

Your relationship with Hoseok had been outed just before you left; some fans took the news extremely well...someone hard working with their J-Hope. Others...not so much...

Upon entering the hotel room you shared with Hoseok you stopped noticing the lights were on and hearing voices.

“Can you believe this is the type of stuff she wears...”

“Y/C/M? Ha! Like someone becoming that will ever last with J-Hope...”

Upon your better judgement you stepped further into the hotel room and saw four girls going through not only Hoseok’s stuff, but yours. “Who do you think you are?!”

They looked at you, disgusted looks crossing their faces. “The better question is who do you think you are???” One of the girls said, “Thinking you’re good enough for Hobi!”

Hoseok said that one of the reasons that he loved you was the fact that you were strong willed, but this was a time that you should have just run from the room and found security. But instead you began to argue with the four girls which soon turned south and you were on the ground with them attacking you. Thankfully BTS security was making it’s rounds at the time and heard the struggle and your yells for help.

“Ros! Ros are you okay?!” Hoseok yelled as he ran over to you after being called and told what had happened.

“I’m fine, Hoseok...management wants me to go to the doc though...”

It was hard to get Hoseok angry, annoyed...yeah, easy enough to do that, but angry...this was one of those times. He looked at the girls who were sitting being detained by security looking proud even though they had been caught. “How dare you, how dare you break into my hotel room, how dare you put your hands on the woman that I love...you have no idea what hell is going to rain down on you once BigHit’s lawyers get involved. You won’t be so proud then...will you?”

Rap Monster/Namjoon: Books...that’s how you and Namjoon had fallen in love. You worked at his favorite bookstore and whenever he could manage instead of ordering his books online and having them delivered, he would go to the store so he could see what else they had.

He had been pretty good at disguising himself, only once and awhile did a customer recognize him and they were surprisingly calm about the situation when asking for an autograph. You however had noticed who he was right away.

“I just want to let you know I love your music,” you had whispered.

After that you didn’t mention anything about music unless Namjoon had questions about a book that pertained to music. He liked that about you, that you knew who he was but you didn’t make a big deal about it.

That had been over a year ago...

“Why does that guy keep looking at you like that?” he questioned, seeing that the new hire was keeping an oddly close eye on you.

“He has a crush on me,” you said, looking over your shoulder at the man. He looked away as soon as you made eye contact. “I’ve told him that I have a boyfriend, but he doesn’t really seem to get it...even after seeing you here with me.”

“Should I talk to him?” He questioned.

“I’ve got it under control, Joonie,” you said, giving him a quick kiss, “Thank you though.”

He gave a disgruntled “hmm” before giving you another quick kiss and saying goodbye. Once he was out the door, you felt a presence looming behind you.

“He doesn’t seem like your type at all,” the man said.

“Hmmm....Highly intelligent and talented...nope, not my type at all,” you said, rolling your eyes and pushing the book cart to the other side of the store.

Walking home that night you started to get very nervous. You thought at first that maybe it was just because it was so quiet because you had left later then you normally would. But when you were grabbed and slammed up against a nearby wall that made you instantly know otherwise.

“Intelligent and talent? Do you think I can’t be both of those?” The new hire from the shop questioned.

“I never said you couldn’t,” you choked out, trying to pry his had away from your neck, “I just pointed out that’s what my boyfriend was. Now, you’re...you’re hurting me.” You knew that he wasn’t going to let you go willingly and your mind traveled to the self defense class that Namjoon had asked if you wanted to participate in at BigHit.

“Not only can you learn self defense, but we can hangout with each other...fun right?”

You kick the man in the groin before twisting his arms to get him to let you go and ran to the nearest corner store for safety and to call Namjoon.

“When I get my hands on him...” he fumed pacing back and forward as EMTs debated on whether or not you needed to go to the hospital.

“You’re not physically doing anything...you’re an intelligent man, I’m sure you can come up with something non violent related,” you stated.

“I think I do have an idea.”

Twitter, meet Namjoon’s evil ideas, Namjoon’s evil ideas, meet Twitter

Jimin: (Y/F/N = Your Friend’s Name) “How much do I love Ros?” Jimin asked, making sure he heard the fan’s question right. A blush came to his cheeks as he smiled. “I love her more than words can describe.”

“Awwww,” the fans said.

Fans were pretty receptive when it came to finding out that Jimin was dating; happy that he was happy and happy that the rest of BTS approved of you as well.

There were however the fans that flat out did not approve of Jimin being in a relationship what so ever. The saesang ones that basically stated that it was either them that he dated, or no one.

“Are you sure you can’t come to the studio and hangout for at least a little while?” he questioned as you walked towards the bus stop after your rare lone lunch date.

“I have the dinner shift at the restaurant, if I want to make it there I have to leave now,” you said before kissing him, “But next week I have some time off and can hang out then if that’s okay?”

“Of course it is!” He said with a smile.

“I’ll see you later,” you said before parting with him.

Standing alone at the bus stop you began to space off thinking about remanding thing (life, work, Jimin, if you should reeeeeeeally call Y/F/N back or if it could wait...)

“Look, it’s her...that Rosalind girl!” You heard someone say.

Snapping out of your own thoughts you looked and saw two girls walking towards towards you, menacing looks on their face. You didn’t know them, but the fact that they knew your name gave you the only hint that you needed that these were a couple of those saesang fans.

“Looks like I’ll be departing early,” you said, trying to run off only to be grabbed.

“How dare you try and take Jimin away from us!” One yelled.

“Yeah! What makes you think you’re good enough for him!” The other yelled.

You took punches and kicks, trying not to give them any satisfaction to the fact that they were in fact actually hurting you....

“You have a couple broken ribs but that’s the only major thing that’s wrong, you’re,” the doctor was cut off as Jimin walked into the room.

“Broken ribs?!” He said.

“Probably from getting through into the metal of the bus stop,” you said.

“Where are these girls?!” He snapped, looking angrier than you had ever seen him before.

“Police station, I-Jimin...Jimin where are you going?!” You called as he left the room quickly.

“To make sure they stay there....”

V/Taehyung: “This has been your weekly VLog featuring at your request my dear...sweet...Rosalind,” he said, you waving as Tae signed off of his weekly log.

“That was actually kinda fun,” you said, “Answering questions and doing the boyfriend/girlfriend challenges.”

“Next time we should do the ‘Boyfriend Does Makeup’ challenge,” he said.

“You are never....touching my makeup,” you said, “Neeeeeveeeeeer.”

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“So...Ros, I saw you on Taehyung’s VLog yesterday,” your coworker said.

You sighed. Your supervisor was a pushy man and not just in the boss sort of way. He knew you were dating Tae and yet still he continued to try and get you to go on a date with him. “Did you enjoy the episode?” You asked.

“That outfit looked very beautiful on you,” he said.

“That’s very inappropriate to say at work,” you said, turning back to your computer.

“It’s just a compliment,” he said, walking to the other side of your cubicle and back into your view, “Nothing wrong with that.”

“It is when you’re my boss and we’re at work and I have a boyfriend,” you said, starting to get annoyed, “So I would appreciate you not doing it anymore.”

He stared at you for a moment before turning and walking away. You hoped that that was the end of it at least for now, but you were wrong.

“I’m sorry, Tae...I can’t I have overtime tonight, this project has to be done by the end of the week,” you said, talking on your cellphone as you stood in the copy room, “The concert? Of course I’ll be there, I just can’t do movie-ah!”

You dropped your cellphone as you were grabbed and thrown against the shelves of the copy room, paper falling down on top of you.

“ROS?! ROS?!” You could just barely make out the sound of Tae’s voice coming from your cell before your supervisor stepped on it, cutting off the call.

“Now that that kid’s annoying voice is gone, you and I can chat,” your supervisor said before grabbing you buy the arm.

The janitor who starts work around six is your hero. He is very gifted in the art of mixed martial mops, and saved you with a couple good wacks to the back of your supervisors head. Not to mention he had the key to the copy room so he locked him in there while you waited for authorities and a very worried Tae.

You found it odd when Tae was so quiet, watching your supervisor be hulled off. You had half expected him to yell at him and have to be held back. A few days later however, you found out why...

“Y/L/N Rosalind?” A man asked as he stepped into the BTS dorm kitchen.

“Yes?” You questioned.

“I’m a lawyer for BigHit and I am here to talk to you about the events from a couple of days ago....” he said.

“Oh...I guess I can don’t have to call that lawyer then...”

“Taehyung isn’t going to let you use a lawyer with no experience, you’re only getting the best and he wants to “completely destroy” the man who hurt you.”

“Oh boy....”

Jungkook: As much as he would worry about saesang fans after your relationship was revealed, since you hadn't really received any threats you had decided that it would be okay to continue going on about your normal business without having someone look out for you day or night.

“Ros, just cause no one has threatened you doesn’t mean nothing will happen...”

“I'll be fine Kookie...just because our relationship was outed doesn’t mean I’m going to stop going to work or the store by myself.”

Sitting in your hospital bed you wished you had listened to him. One your way to the store one day after work you had gotten that strange feeling that someone was following you. Next thing you knew someone was screaming at you about how you weren’t good enough for Jungkook and they were beating you up.

Your injuries weren't severe; scrapes, bumps, and bruises. But that didnt make Jungkook any less pissed about the situation. It hadn't taken long for the media to get word of what had happened after the “fan” had bragged about what happened. And against the managers wishes he made a statement.

“You believe you are a fan and that you know what’s best for me; but you are not a fan, you do not know what’s best for me, I will make sure you are banned from every concert for as long a BTS is together and I will make sure you pay for what you did to the woman I love.”

xxBTS-Masterlistxx

[lovebtsfanart]

BTS and the Photographer (Part 4)

A/N: Hey I started writing fanfics just recently on wattpad. Feel free to follow my account Kpop_Fangirl_17 as i post my work there first before here. I am new at this so if any other writers could give me some tips I would appreciate it.

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Pairing: Jungkook x Y/N. +BTS members

Genre: fluff, smut(Maybe in the future?)

Words: 2.7k+

Warnings: panic attacks, anxiety, sensitive topics, depression.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5

Synopsis: You are a photographer who lived and studied in London until you are given an opportunity to go to south Korea and work for BigHit Entertainment. You find out that you will be the personal photographer for BTS and will be working with nearly everyday. CEO Bang Si-hyuk had set this up and lets the rest unravel. He hopes the boys learn from the experiences you and them have and that will influence their music as well as help you. You see them all as your older brothers but you can’t deny that you feel something for the youngest, Jungkook. Both of you being shy, neither of you say anything but that does not stop you two from having little moments. Read to find out what adventures you have with the boys and love blossom between you and Jungkook.

As a person who suffers from anxiety and panic attacks I request everyone to be respectful and mature about this. If anyone wants to talk to me feel free to message me.

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“Wait, what?” You said in disbelief.

“We are neighbours!” Hobi cheered.

You did not know what to say. The boys copied your shocked face by opening their mouths and making their eyes wider.

“Yah, stop it” you said giggling now.

“Jungkook whats the spelling?” Jinnie said to Kookie.

“Aish, not again” Jimin said annoyed. The other members shaking their heads.

“S-T-O-P. I-T! Whooo! Yeah!” They said in unison, breaking out in a fit of laughter

The other boys looked like they were about to knock the two out.

“You will learn to live with it, we have to” Joonie said.

“How about you come over for dinner?” Jin suggested as his laughter slowly died down.

“No, no i cant. I have caused enough trouble today as it is and you all must be tired” you replied

“You have not been any trouble Y/N, honestly we had a lot of fun!” Hobi said reassuringly.

“We have not laughed this much in awhile” Jiminnie added.

They all agreed with Jimin.

“Come on Y/N, you don’t even have any food yet” Tae said.

You thought about it. He was right, you needed to go food shopping and you were feeling tired. You too had to accept that you had not had this much fun in a while.

“Okay…..fine!”

“Yes! Eomma, movie night! movie night!” Tae started to plead. “Pleeeaaase~”

“Aish. Fine. What do you say Y/N?” Jin asked you.

“I’m down!”

“Good, lets say in about an hour. We all probably want to have a shower first and then i will start cooking”

You all nodded and headed back in to your rooms.

“An hour” you said aloud to yourself.

You decided to unpack some of your essentials. Your living room had boxes laying around as well the kitchen and your bedroom. You thought that Uncle BamBam probably made sure the boxes were put in the right place. Since you clearly labelled them, finding what you wanted was not too hard. You found some shower gel and shampoo as well as some clothes to put on before heading for a shower.

35 minutes later you had washed your hair, had a nice long bath, got dressed and partially dried your hair so that it was not dripping. You sat on the couch and just stared out the windows on to the city. It looked so pretty with the lights so you grabbed your camera and took some photos. 10 minutes later you decided to go to their apartment. You dried your hair properly, your hair had soft natural curves which fell past your shoulders. You were too lazy to do anything with it. You put on a little bit of powder and looked for your shoes, timbs to be precise. You loved them as they were so comfortable. Eventually finding them 10 minutes later, you grabbed your phone, camera and iron tablets, that you needed to take after eating, and left your apartment.

You stood outside their door feeling weird, but not in a bad way. This felt so natural and comfortable to do, you would never have done this before. You rang the buzzer to be welcomed by a sleepy Yoongi.

“Wow! An hour exactly” he said looking down at his watch and letting you in.

Jin, Rapmon, Hobi and Jiminnie all came to welcome you as well. They laughed amongst themselves as they watched you take off your shoes.

“What?” You said confused.

“Lets just say you and Jungkook have more in common than you may think” Jimin said in between giggles.

They led you inside their apartment, the layout was similar but it was bigger. They told you that they had two apartments combined due to the number of members. They could have had two separate apartments but they all wanted to live together so they made a request to Bang PD-nim and he agreed.

“Where is Kookie Oppa and Tae Oppa?” You asked the boys.

“They were the last to hit the shower so they should be down soon. Why? Missing ‘Kookie Oppa’ already Y/N?” Hobi teased which made you blush slightly.

“Ani! I was just wondering where they are” you replied shyly before going to the kitchen to help Jin.

“Whatever you say Y/N” Hobi called after you.

You peered over at what Jin was cooking.

“Oppa it smells good. Can i help with anything?”

“No, no. I’m cooking for you so i dont want you to do anything but sit and relax” he said dragging you over to a tall stool at the island.

“Oppa please let me do something. How about i do a fruit salad! We all need to eat healthly.”

Jin agreed and let you chop some fruit up. You washed some apples, grapes, strawberries and blueberries before sitting back at the island. You started cutting the fruit when Jimin came and sat next to you.

“Your very skilled with a knife” he said “can you make the bunnies with the apple?” He asked

“Yeah, sure. I can do something with the other fruit as well” you replied.

As you chopped the fruit Jimin watched you. A small smile rose on his face as you handed him a bunny apple. Unfortunately Jin was quick to take it away.

“Not before you eat, you will spoil your appetite!”

“Eomma~ pleeeeeeaase~” Jimin pouted.

“NO!”

“Appa!” Jimin called to RapMon sitting on the sofa reading the news paper.

“Ne, Chim Chim” he replied, not looking up from the newspaper he was reading.

“Can i have a bunny apple, pleeeeaase~”

“Ask Eomma”

Jimin sat and pouted until you finished chopping. He looked adorable with his cheeks puffed out and his arms crossed

“Okay i’m done Eomma! Can i do something else?” You asked Jinnie.

“I’m done too” he said switching off the stove, before he placed the food on the table.

You also went to put the fruit salad on the table and helped get the plates and cups.

“Aish those kids have they not come down yet?” Jin said looking around the room for Jungkook and Taehyung.

“Jimin go and get them!” He told him a little annoyed.

Jiminnie quickly grabbed a bunny apple before running off pulling faces at a very angry Jinnie Eomma.

“Aish, that kid!” Jin said taking off his apron and before calling the boys overs from the couch to come and eat.

Jimin came back down with Tae and Kookie following behind him.

“Ah hyung why did you stop us? We were about to kick their butts!” Junkook mimicked with the rather large teddy bear in his hand.

“Ah Y/N your here already!” Tae said.

As soon as Kookie heard your name he dropped the teddy on the sofa so you could not see it. However when you turned around you caught a glimpse of him doing something.

“Jungkook Oppa, what did you put on the sofa?” You said curiously.

You could here laughter from the others as they knew.

“Nothing! Nothing, lets eat” he hurriedly said walking towards the table.

You all sat down after taking some food into your plates. You and Jin sat on the ends of the table leaving the other six to separate into hyung line and maknae line. Jimin sat on your right with Tae next to him and Jungkook on the left of the eldest. On your left was Hobi, followed by Joonie and Yoongi. While you ate you talked, mainly the boys, about the concerts in the US that they had just returned from. The look on their faces made it impossible for you not to smile. They felt relieved that their fans, ARMY, enjoyed their performances and were overwhelmed by what they did for them. They showed you pictures that their fans have uploaded to social media and videos of fan events they had done for them. For example the rainbow sea of ARMY Bombs and their fan chants.

They could not stop talking and you wanted to capture the moment so you quietly got out of your seat to grab your camera that was on the kitchen counter behind you. You took a couple of photos without the flash so they would not notice before turning it on to get better quality pictures. They realised when they saw the flashes of light so they started to pull funny and derpy faces. You could not help but giggle at how these handsome men could change into little kids so quickly!

You sat down again and showed the boys the pictures to which they also laughed and joked about. You went a little too far and they caught a glimpse of the photos you took from your room. You quickly hid them causing a fuss from them.

“Lets see them Y/N, lets see!” Tae urged you along with the others.

So you did. They admired them and complimented your skills. They even asked you to teach them and show them the different filters you used. You agreed and carried on showing them until you landed on the picture your brother took.

“Who are they?” Yoongi asked

“Thats my mum and brother” your faced had dropped to a frown but quickly tried to replace that with a smile but the boys were quick to notice.

“My brother must have taken my camera before i left” you felt you had ruined the good mood so you told everyone to carry on eating which they all happily did.

You took a few more photos of individual members, telling them to strike a pose and they did their best poses, using props or other members. You sat down again to carry on eating.

Jimin was the first one to finish and asked if he could use your camera so you let him. He took pictures of you and the boys, you giving your best eating pose.

“Jungkook eat your fruit as well” Jin said passing it to him.

“Ah Hyung we said we will not do the bunnies any more. You promised!” He said pouting at the elder.

“Oh, do you not like it?” You asked a little upset

“Ah, oh, no its not that…..” he scratched the back of his neck embarrassed  

“I will eat them, thank you” he said before eating the apple as well as a hand full of grapes.

“Our fans think that Jungkookie eats like a bunny. They made clips of them side by side, its sooo cute!” Jinnie said stroking Jungkook’s hair.

“Ah hyung! Hajima!” He retorted swatting the elders hand away.

“But it seems since he has become an adult he does not like it when we tease him. I will show you the video after, he still does it!”

You giggled as Jin tried baby Jungkook again but was returned with a rather angry baby.

Jimin took a couple of pictures of the eldest and youngest before sitting down to wait for the others. You finished so you placed your plate in the sink and washed your hands. The boys were busy eating so you went over to the couch.

“Awwwwww!”

“What is it Y/N? Hobi asked

“Its a cute teddy!” You squealed like a little kid, picking it up and hugging it tightly.

“Is this yours Kookie Oppa?” You said tilting your to the side slightly.

“Cute” he replied under his breathe. It was quiet so you could not hear but the boys definitely did.

“What did you say Jungkook?” Tae teased along with the boys egging him on

“You can have it if you want” he said rubbing the back of his neck again. He had decided to ignore the members little teases.

“Jungkook I thought” Yoongi said motioning to the bear you were holding.

“Its okay Kookie Oppa, I don’t want it” you said placing it back on the sofa

“No i insist, you looked really happy”

“You sure Oppa?” You asked him

“Yep!”

“Thank you!” Your faced lit up like a little kids again.

You helped clear up and do the dishes. Jimin had picked you up and placed you on the counter. He told you to dry the dishes and pass it along so they could put it away while Jin washed. Namjoon and Tae cleaned the the table and set it up nicely with some flowers that made the room smell nice. Within no time at all you were all done.

“Movie time!” Tae called running over to the couch and searching for a movie.

The others followed while you stayed in the kitchen with Jin and Jungkook to make popcorn.

“I hope you don’t find us weird Y/N” Jin said while putting some popcorn in the microwave and turning it on.

“No, actually it has been a fun first day here, eventful but I think im really going to enjoy being with you guys”

“Thats good to hear” he replied while putting another bag of popcorn into the microwave.

Jungkook was sitting on the island counter eating some grapes.

“Did we just not eat?” You asked Jungkook

“Yeah! But who does not like grapes!” He said throwing one up and catching it in his mouth

“True, you have a fair point” you said smiling.

“Want one?” He said holding up a grape

“Yeah, give me your best shot!”

He tossed you the grape and you effortlessly caught it

“Good catch!” Jungkook said impressed.

“I try” you said doing a sassy hair flick before both of you started laughing.

All this while Jin was putting multiple bags of popcorn into the microwave and pouring the contents into big bowls for the boys to share amongst them selves.

“Are you two going to have popcorn or grapes?” He said raising an eyebrow up at the two still throwing grapes at eat other.

“Grapes!” you both said at the same time which made you look at each other and smile

“Okay, well give me a hand and take these bowls in for the boys”

You both picked a bowl each and gave it to the rest of the members who could not chose a movie. You and Jungkook sat together on the two seater closer to the window, he held the grapes while you cuddled the bear.

“Hyung have you still not decided?” Kookie asked Tae

“Its harder than you think! There are so many good movies that we have not seen because we were touring”

Just then your phone rings, its your brother face timing you.

“One of us is going to die either him for lying to me or me not calling him back!” You said almost as a whisper but Jungkook heard.

“Hi~ Oppa~” you said trying to act cute and innocent

“Yah! Don’t go cutesy on me, its not going to work this time missy. Do you know how worried i was, i called and texted but nothing. I was getting ready to leave for Korea!”

Your brother was loud enough for the members to all hear and so they went a bit quiet but whispered to make out that they were not eaves dropping.

“Now you are just exaggerating! Well, is it my turn?”

“What have i done wrong?”

“Hhmmn, lets see shall we. Lets start with HOW YOU LIED TO ME!” You said emphasising the last part.

“Lets talk about this some other time, you are probably tired and Uncle BamBam told me what happened at the airport. Are you okay?”

The boys had fallen silent

“Yeah I’m fine, the boys made me feel better”

“Boys? What boys!”

“These ones!” you said turning your phone around to reveal the boys scattered on the sofas.

“Hi” they all waved

“Hi, you must be BTS. Sorry for any inconvenience my little sister has caused you”

“No its fine” Namjoon said

“Its a pleasure having her hyung” Jin followed

“Oh hey Seokjin-ah, its been a while”

The boys looked a bit shocked

“You guys don’t have to look that shocked. I’m only a year older!” Your brother said laughing.

“Oh, i just remembered. Y/N have you taken your iron tablets?”

“I almost forgot. Thanks for reminding me Oppa~”

“Just go and take them pabo”

You got up off the sofa and was about to head to the kitchen to get some water when your brother stopped you

“Leave you phone with Seokjin”

“How do you know Jinnie Oppa?” You asked your brother

“I just do now go!”

You gave your phone to Jin and went to the kitchen.

“Is she gone?” Your brother asked Jin

“Yeah hyung”

“Okay, i need to talk to you all”

[brightaely]

BTS reaction: their s/o having a really Scottish accent.

Anon asked:

Ahhhh hi! I love your blog so much!! Could I request a bts reaction to you having a really Scottish accent! (Scotlands in Britain but it definitely is not an English accent, I don't really know how to explain it, it's not posh anyway) thank you so much! ❤❤

A/N - I wrote this while watching the BBMAS (I was being very productive lol)

Jin:

Jin wouldn’t make a deal out of it and would probably pretend not to notice it most of the time. But sometimes your accent would come out way thicker than you expected it to be making it really hard for him to understand what exactly are you saying, but he would still try to be as kind as possible and ask you to repeat yourself in the nicest way he could manage.

“Can you please say that again love? No, no, it’s not your accent or anything...I just have...hearing problems...”

Yoongi:

As a songwriter Yoongi gets inspiration from the most unusual things. One of those things is your accent. He finds your accent to be incredibly cool and interesting and every time he needs inspiration he would call you just so he can hear you talk. Also, he would be constantly complimenting your accent at the most random moments.

“Y/N,” he interrupted you, “I know I say that a lot but, your accent is incredible!”

Namjoon:

Namjoon would find your accent very interesting. He would constantly be asking you to say different words just so he can study the way you pronounce them. Namjoon would be studying your accent so closely that at one point he would start speaking with a Scottish accent himself.

“Y/N! I think I’m spending way too much time listening to you talk - I’m starting to speak with an accent too!”

Jhope:

Hobi would find your accent extremely adorable. Always awwing or giggling almost every time you say something. If he hears you say something and it sounds really cute he would ask you to repeat it  just so he can listen to it again. 

“Wait, what did you just say?” he laughed, “Please repeat that! I want to hear it again!”

Jimin:

Jimin would find your accent kind of funny, but in a cute way. He would make you read books to him just so he can laugh at the way you say certain words. But he would hug you afterwards and tell you that he was joking and he thinks that your accent is amazing and he loves it.

“Jagi? You know I was just kidding, right? I actually love your accent! I think it’s amazing!”

V:

Tae would constantly be teasing you about it just because he would think that you’re really adorable when you’re angry. He would even start pronouncing certain words in a Scottish accent on purpose, just to annoy you. But if he ever goes too far or if you’re having a bad day he would pull you in his lap and say in the most ridiculous accent he can mange:

“I’m sorry Y/N! Please smile for me!”   

Jungkook:

Jungkook would also tease you about it, sometimes pretending that he doesn’t really like your accent (even though you know he’s just pretending), and sometimes he would be a complete asshole to you about it. But if ANYONE, EVER says ANYTHING BAD, or even just JOKE about your accent he would get so mad he would actually RIP THEIR FACE OFF!

“HEY! DON’T YOU DARE SPEAK LIKE THAT TO HER! I’M THE ONLY ONE WHO’S ALLOWED TO MAKE FUN OF HER!”

REQUESTS ARE OPEN!

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BTS REACTS TO: Accidentally hurting their s/o’s feelings

Anon Asked: Hello!! Can I request for a bts reaction to accidentally hurting their gf's feelings? Thank you lovely❤️

I’m taking the more unpopular route. This isn’t gonna be some angsty shit where their s/o is like... crying or whatever. I just think the dramatic “i hate you [y/n]” and [y/n] like... erupts into a depressive fit is so overplayed and it’s not at all relatable - or realistic for that matter. (no offense to other reaction blogs i love y’all. this is all T no shade)

ANYWAYS, I’m switching “gf” to “s/o” because I want this to be inclusive for everyone. Gender Neutrality is encouraged, guys. Please keep it as neutral as your request can possibly get. - Admin Dayna

Seokjin

What Happened

You finally cracked the login to your old Facebook account and thought it would be funny to show Jin your pre-glo up selfies. You know... the ones with the myspace edits. It was fun and all. Seokjin for the most part had trouble believing it was you in the pictures he was seeing. You’d cringe, but he was just floored with laughter - you couldn’t help but laugh with him, too. It was contagious. 

At some point, you scrolled onto a group picture of yourself and some friends. Jin - still having trouble putting the person in the pictures together with you - pointed at you specifcally in the group picture.

“[y/n]! You thought you looked bad back then? Look at this person!”

*insert your reaction here*

*insert Jin’s reaction here* “Is that you?!”

Your Reaction

His

Yoongi

What Happened?

For the first time in a long while, Yoongi had enough free time on his hands to do something with you. Usually, the two of you stuck around at home and spent the little time with one another under a blanket drifting off during what was supposed to be a movie night. However, Yoongi was feeling a lot more upbeat than usual, and had suggested a night out. Restaurant reservations were made hours ahead of time. Yoongi was already dressed up, and you were putting the finishing touches to your look. 

At the time he was trying to be slick, making side comments about how long it was taking you to get dressed. You, for the most part, either ignored him completely, or made smartass clap backs when the occasion arises. 

However, when you were actually done getting dressed, Yoongi made a comment that got under your skin. 

“All this time, [y/n] and your hair isn’t even done.”

*insert your reaction here* 

”My hair was the first thing I did.”

“insert Yoongi’s reaction here*

Your Reaction

His

Hoseok

What Happened

Lately, you’ve been incredibly tired. Construction was going on just across the street from you, waking you up in wee hours of the morning. You’ve been pulling all nighters and crashing on coffee just to study for upcoming exams. You’ve been looking forward to the return of Hobi - you thought seeing your boyfriend for the first time in months would be a great stress relief. But it seems your irritability was much stronger than how happy you were to see him.

Hoseok studied your face after covering it with greeting smooches.

“Jagiya~! Why do you look like this?”

“Like what?”

“The bags under your eyes are so heavy! And your face is swollen - have you been sleeping well? You look tired!”

*insert your reaction here*

“... What? Aww, don’t look at me like that...”

*insert his reaction here*

Your Reaction

His

Namjoon

What Happened

Casual conversations were being held. Nothing really extreme. Music was playing through his speakers within his office. You had his cell in hand, scrolling through his spotify music and playlists. You’d spark conversation about an artist and Namjoon would respond with ease. It was just a regular degular schmegular chit chat between a music-loving couple. 

It was cool and all, until Namjoon made a totally uncalled for comment, which he then tries to justify after so clearly disappointing you.

“I just think [music artist here]’s music is super shitty.”

“What?”

“- people who actually enjoy listening to their music must have lost so many brain cells in the process.”

*@ me next time, Joonie.”

*insert Namjoon’s reaction here* 

“I mean - like, no - I wasn’t bashing you - or them - I just don’t, you know -”

*your reaction here* 

Your Reaction

His

Jimin

What Happened

You saw an outfit on one of your celebrity crushes and was tempted to try the look out on yourself. You dug through your closet, picking out items closest to what they were wearing and found that it just didn’t look all that flattering on yourself as you would hope. 

Jimin walked in, catching you looking yourself over in the mirror but didn’t bother asking you what was the matter. Oblivious to your predicament, Jimin sat down at the edge of the bed, texting the boys while you tried to piece together an outfit that just didn’t seem to be meant for you as it had for your celebrity crush.

“Some dreams just weren’t meant to come true.”

“Did you try cooking something new again?”

*insert your reaction here*

“Park Jimin!”

“I - I didn’t even mean it like that, Jagi!”

*insert his reaction here*

Your Reaction

His

Taehyung 

What Happened

You managed to sneak into the hotel room he was sharing with Jimin at the time, and spent the night with the both of them. Jimin had gotten his hand on some lollipops that all three of you had been sucking on while watching some KDrama on TaeTae’s iPad. There were a few scenes that came up that sparked conversation between you and the boys. It wasn’t so much a debate, but just sharing opinions on what is going on and bound to happen next.

As you were explaining your opinion, Jimin’s lollipop had fallen out his mouth causing the three of you to - only naturally - erupt into laughter as the little mochi became flustered. You had been laughing so hard, you accidentally let out a snort, that Taehyung wOULD NOT LET SLIDE.

TaeTae started making pig noises, imitating the snort - switching the humiliation from Jimin to you. You could take a joke, but it was pushing a little too far for your comfort.

"It’s almost like we’re in an animal farm.”

“Really TaeTae?”

“Oink, oink!”

*your reaction here* 

“I’ll just go then, right?”

“Wait, Jagi, don’t leave! I’m sorry! You’re the cutest pig ever!”

*his reaction here*

Your Reaction

His

Jungkook

What Happened

You’ve been putting off clearing out your now overbearing closet. Eventually you got around to it. Pulling out clothes that you no longer liked and trying on the stuff you liked but weren’t too sure would fit anymore. Jungkook sat the the edge of the bed not being much of any help. He watched you, eating a bag of chips, making comments that you never really asked for but weren’t really against. 

Somewhere in the horrendous depths of your closet, you found a pair of your favorite jeans you swore had ran away a couple weeks ago. You quickly strip down of your bottoms and slip on the jeans, but found yourself struggling to get it over your butt. 

“No! They’re too small now, Kookie!”

“That’s funny. I thought you were trying to lose the weight.”

*insert your reaction here*

*insert Jungkook’s reaction*

“That came out completely wrong...”

Your Reaction

His