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These Entangled Paths (pt 2) | mafia!bts reaction

[How You Met] — Hyung Line

— “Well, look who I ran into,” crowed Coincidence. In which, you cross paths with a man, who, unbeknownst to you, holds the city by the neck in fear. Your life will never be the same.

Word Count: 4,775 (i-it’s longer than the prev one haha (☞ﾟヮﾟ)☞ can’t you just tell I’m a slut for hyung line) Content/s: oblivious!y/n, mysterious/sus behavior from the boys (esp yoongs and joon here) lol, meet-cutes?? FLUFF, crack, feels, JOON is called JOHN bc haha, u have an annoying ex here :DDD, blood, sTAB sTAB, cursing, Mafia AU

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A/N: MERRY CHRISTMASSS!!! (it’s xmas now in the ph hehe) Ah yes, nothing spells Christmas like a Mafia AU reaction :DDD (im not feeling particularly festive I’m sorry AHWHAHAh) anyways HERE IS HYUNG LINEEE!!! I hope you guys enjoy reading this!!

KIM SEOKJIN

You were a simple woman. You see an irrevocably handsome man, you respectfully simp from a distance. The stranger had broad shoulders and a gentlemanly aura to him. You caught a glimpse of his face at some point, and you were so taken aback by his beauty that you had to step away and duck somewhere else, intimidated by being in his beautiful presence.

How could you dare approach him, too?

Compared to the man’s clean, business casual look, you were currently dressed in sweats and a three-day old oversized hoodie at the peak of lazy and unkempt comfort. You like to think that you dress up quite nicely, but it was a Friday, after all. You had to stay cozy and laidback after a long week of hustling.

Deciding that was enough simping for the day, you head to the cashier with hopeful wishing of seeing the man again when you’re in a more decent get up.

When you got there, there was no line. It was late, you suppose, and that would mean there are only a total of three people in the store. The young lady at the counter gives you a tight-lipped smile and a not-so-enthusiastic ‘good evening’, but you don’t mind at all. You understand the hustle of having to deal with different people throughout the day.

You then notice her glancing behind you in between scanning the chips and cookies you were stocking for movie night. There was a sparkle of awe in her once tired expression, and it sort of bums you. Taking a sneak peek behind you, you nearly had a heart attack seeing the handsome stranger you were gawking at earlier.

Alas, you were not as discreet as you had hoped, seeing as your little crush catches you and was amicable enough to give you a small smile. You manage a smile back, but instantly whip back towards the cashier who was still stealing glances. If you weren’t so embarrassed and flustered yourself, you would’ve chuckled. Girl, same.

The last of your items were going through, and you fiddled with your hoodie as you waited. “Here you go,” she actually smiles at you this time after finishing your groceries. Ah, so the handsome man has given her motivation. Understandable.

You take the two bags waiting for you to bring them home, attempting to balance them in your arms. The stranger moves forward to help when one bag nearly slipped from your grasp. “Thanks,” you politely smile back at the both of them.

Mayhaps doing your bi-weekly grocery shopping had its perks after all.

“Everyone put your hands up!”

Or not.

Not even making it three steps from the counter, two men with guns barge into the doors. Startled, you jump, bumping into the man behind you and almost dropping your goods, had it not been for him catching you by the arms with a secure grip. You throw a glance at him with your wide eyes, alarmed with the situation at hand.

Everyone is suddenly so awake and alert.

The one with the grey hoodie sees the lack of response. “I said put your hands up!” he barked aggressively, as the black masked one focused on the poor cashier girl, telling her to empty out the cash register.

Having no chance to retaliate, you shakily set your bags down and to follow the muggers’ orders. "Give me your wallet," you were told, and you hand it over with shaking hands, choosing to be broke and alive rather than dead.

Bad luck doesn't run out soon, however, and the thin gold bracelet your grandmother gave you catches his eye. "Give me the bracelet, too," he tells you, but, this time, you shake your head profusely. You can't. She was the one who raised you—your last family.

Everything happened quickly.

You feel the pain shot through somewhere in your shoulder and wrist. Someone had pulled you aside but the bullet still struck you. As you fall onto the linoleum floor, you realize it was the stranger from before, and he doesn't stop his advances in saving you either.

With a quick but precise hit, he manages to incapacitate the hooded robber, knocking him out on the ground with a bleeding nose, and takes the gun from his hold. He points it at the one guy left before looking at the cashier. "Call the cops," he tells her, before hitting him too.

The wound on your left shoulder hurts like hell, but you nonetheless crawl towards the first unconscious robber and hesitantly fish your wallet from him. A few tears run down your cheeks, the weight of the events crashing down on you.

"Are you alright, miss?"

You look up and see the savior of the grocery store before you with his hand extended out. Coming back to reality, you see that he and the cashier have tied one of the robbers up already.

Reluctantly, you use your right arm, but still bite back a cry in pain. You were instead propped against the counter. "Breathe," he tells you, putting pressure against your wound to stop the bleeding. "The ambulance will get here soon. Don't worry."

His words, however, barely register as you watch the cashier tie the last masked man behind him. Suddenly, you feel a gentle caress on your cheek, turning your head away from that sight. "Hey, what's your name?" The man asks you, plump lips forming a small smile.

"What?" you ask, incredulous.

The stranger chuckles a little at your expression. "Come on," he insists.

You soon realize that he's keeping you occupied for the time being. You give a wry smile. "(Y/N)," you hiss at a sudden shot of pain, "My name is (Y/N)."

He smiles more at the progress. "What a pretty name, (Y/N)," he tells you, as the faint sound of sirens reach your ears. "My name's Seokjin. You can call me Jin."

"Are you a doctor, Jin?" you heave.

"Sort of," Seokjin shrugs, brushing back a part of your hair that flew over your bloody shoulder.

"Sort of?"

Seokjin goes silent for a few moments. "I was a med student, but I…" he trails off, "I had to drop out."

You notice him holding back a grimace, but you don't say anything. "Oh," you give him a playful yet tired grin, "I don't have to pay you, do I?"

As the paramedics rush in, Jin walks alongside them as they assist you to a stretcher. "I'd do anything free for a pretty lady," he muses, making you half-heartedly roll your eyes in spite of the smile on your face.

"Sir, I’m literally bleeding, right now.”

MIN YOONGI

Train rides were relatively peaceful, especially when you were on your way to the countryside.

However, just as the train’s low rumble almost began to lull you to sleep, the sound of someone rummaging through something woke you up. You open your eyes and see a man with dirty blond hair going through the bag of the passenger you had seen sitting by himself earlier. The man from before was a pale, platinum blond guy in a hoodie, certainly not whoever this man is.

With the owner currently nowhere to be seen, you took it upon yourself to do the questioning. “Excuse me,” you cautiously began, craning your head and clutching your own messenger bag, “what are you doing, sir?”

The man almost jumps at the sound of your voice. Fortunately, with your sudden intrusion, he wasn't able to get anything from the bag. “I’m getting something for a friend,” he curtly says, “he's in the bathroom.”

You knew for a fact that the pale man earlier was alone, and while his last statement may be true, you could sense something awry. Could he be a snatcher or something?

Nonetheless, something in you urged you to save the bag from him. “That's cool," you quip, standing up, “he’s my friend, too. What are you looking for then?”

The both of you know that the other is lying, and so a glaring battle ensues. You weren't as intimidating as the man before you, but you held your ground and took the bag in your hands. “Don't meddle with someone else's business, lady,” he tells you, taking a step forward in an attempt to intimidate you.

You must admit, his towering build and inked skin does the work, but the adrenaline rushing through your veins makes you reckless. “Take your own advice, big guy,” you force a smile, strengthening your grip.

Just then, an attendant comes by, sensing a commotion in your area. “Is everyone alright in here?” she asks.

You take the chance as it has presented itself. “Yeah,” you lie through a smile at the young woman, “I was just about to go.”

It was fortunate that the man didn’t seem to want to draw anymore attention towards him. You were able to slip past and almost bolt through the train section, hugging both your bag and the stranger’s. You have no idea why you were doing this. Yes, you’ve experienced getting robbed on a train before, but to run off with a person’s bag makes it feel like you’re the thief around here.

“Oof—”

You stagger back as you bump into someone, only to realize that it was the owner of the bag himself. He looks at you suspiciously once he recognizes his bag in your hands. You were quick to offer him his bag and explain yourself to him. “Someone,” you wheezed, “tried to—to steal your bag, sir.”

His eyes followed your finger down the compartment where you both sat in earlier. Something seems to click in his head. “What did he look like?” he then asks, wordlessly taking his bag from you.

You huff, leaning against a wall to compose yourself, exhaustion from the panic and escaping taking a toll. “Tall, dyed dirty blond hair, there,” you take a deep breath, “there was a snake tattoo around his neck I think?”

The man hisses under his breath, before stealing a glance at your hunched figure still trying to catch your breath. “Are you okay?” he asks, securing his bag by shoulder.

“Yeah,” you attempt to grin, only for it to become a grimace. “Just a little shaken.”

Watching as the man was still throwing cautious glances at where you came from, you took the chance to explain yourself a little more. “Snatchers suck, been there before,” you tell him, “I didn’t want the same thing to happen to you so—”

“Fucking bastards,” he suddenly cursed, making the words stop from your mouth.

“What?” you ask, offended at first, but you notice his attention still wasn't on you. Turning around to follow his gaze, you see the man from before, only this time he brought two of his friends with him. “Oh no,” you gasp, “that’s him.”

Fingers enclose around your wrist just as the intercom announces the arrival at the next station. “Come on,” the stranger ushers you with him, and amidst the rushing people, you two try and lose your pursuers. Your heart beats faster than ever.

For a moment, you thought that the two of you were meant to leave the train with other passengers, but instead, he pulls you into a bathroom. Even as the train departs once again, the two of you stay and keep quiet, the distant chatter of people filling the already awkward air between you both.

With the silence so stifling, you decided to break it. “I’m (Y/N),” you whisper, taking a good look at the stranger you just got into trouble with. He almost looks like a cat—seems like a cat, too.

“Yoongi,” he simply says, scratching behind his ear.

You don't mind his reclusive nature, but you were hoping for a bit more assurance. You understand the need to hide, and the weight of the situation still worries you. “I’m…” you murmur, “I’m not getting into trouble, am I, Yoongi?”

Yoongi looks at you, and a second passes as he seems deep in thought. “No,” he finally says, “don’t worry.”

The moment he took to answer your question brewed a little doubt in you, but the way he said those words with such finality has urged you to take a leap of faith. “Okay,” you say, a little relief kicking in.

The man before you nods, before pushing himself off the wall he had been leaning against. “I’ll get out first,” he tells you, doing as he had said and leaving you to wait in anticipation.

A moment later, a knock comes onto the door. “Coast is clear,” said his muffled voice from the other side, and you exit as the intercom announces that the train is about to reach the next station.

You look up at him with a small smile. “The next station is my stop,” you tell him, “I hope you get home safe, Yoongi.”

“You too,” Yoongi gingerly nods, before turning to leave. He seems to pause at the last second, however, turning to look at you over his shoulder. “Thanks,” he tells you, “for saving my bag.”

That day, you got off that train thinking it's been the closest thing to an adventure you've had in a while, heart pounding from the adrenaline and a certain stranger.

JUNG HOSEOK

To say that you had very good luck with love would be a lie. You’ve fallen out of love, been toyed with, been ghosted—even the man you had thought you would one day marry had turned out to be a cheater.

You loved Seungyoon with all of your heart. He was your college sweetheart and the two of you even moved to the city together for your respective professions, but that was in the past—six months ago, to be exact.

Six months ago, you found out he had second thoughts about getting married and cheated on you for several one night stands.

Six months ago, you were running to your friend’s house, crying hysterically after you confronted him and he hit you.

Six months ago, you were greeted by him and his mother begging you to forgive him, and you were proud to say that you didn’t.

Else, you’d be dealing with worse things than now. He was a sweetheart before, but now he’s a scumbag.

“C’mon, (Y/N), hear me out,” Seungyoon whines as he follows you through the streets, having waited outside your new workplace. You have no idea how he managed to find out, when you cut him off of your socials, moved to the other side of the city, and got a new job.

You say the first thing that pops into your head—a complete and utter lie, but you hoped it’d work. “I have a date to go to, Seungyoon,” you tell him, rolling your eyes. “Leave me alone,” you practically beg, “I’ve moved on, so should you.”

This seemed to anger him, as he harshly pulled you back by the arm. “You don’t actually have a date right, sweetheart? You just got off of work!” he grins, but it falls as you only glare at him and force your arm out of his grip. You don’t bother telling him anything anymore, whipping around and walking as fast as you can.

You hear him following you still. His shame still hasn’t ran out, it seems. “Don’t go ignoring me, (Y/N)!” he calls out after you. “(Y/N), you can’t just leave!”

“Watch me!” you bark back, quickly walking towards the nearest restaurant to prove your point. The reasonable side of you retaliates, but it was too late for you to go back now, lest Seungyoon was still looking at you and sees through your lie.

As soon as you enter, you make eye contact with a man sitting all by himself by a corner. His eyes grow wide a little as you continue your march towards him. “Hi,” you force a sweet smile, “please play along.”

The stranger looks at you still, eyes flickering behind you which makes you aware that Seungyoon is still there. You take this as another sign for you to go the extra mile, and sit yourself in the seat before him. There was a certain cold in his eyes, you notice, in the last few seconds of his stare on Seungyoon. It sends shivers down your spine, but you can't really blame him. You were there interrupting his day, after all.

Just as you began to regret your reckless actions, the man eases back to his seat and gives you a smile that takes you aback for a moment. Where did all that intimidating vibe go?

He flags down a waiter, who wordlessly hands him a menu. The red leather and gold details compliment the whole restaurant —compliment him—while you in your white blouse and pencil skirt feel rather dull and simplistic. “What’s my role then, sweetheart?” he then asks, offering you the menu as the waiter pours you a glass of wine. “Lay it on me.”

You flinch at the nickname, which the man before you notices, a light tug down at his lips appearing. You persist, taking the menu from his hand. “We’re on a date,” you declared, before grumbling under your breath, “because my goddamn ex can’t take a hint.”

Your impromptu date chuckles as he must’ve heard the last words. “Ah, pesky boy problems,” he muses, nodding before sipping at the wine glass he had been served. His gaze tingles your skin as he watches you open the menu. “I recommend the steak,” he suggests, but soon waves it off, “Everything’s great, actually. I know the head chef. He’s fantastic.”

Nodding nonchalantly, eyes go wide at the prices you see before you. These are going to burn a whole through your wallet and then some. “So you’re rich, hm?” you playfully muse, trying to hide your shock and grimace. “What a score I’ve landed with a date like you.”

He leans forward a little, giving you a reassuring smile. “There’s no need to worry,” he hushes you, “I’m your date. I’ll take care of it.”

Shaking your head, you refuse to be more indebted to him than you already were. Maybe you’ll just have to be a little careful with money for a few weeks. “It’s alright,” you insist, waving your card. “I’ve bothered you enough already.”

As the two of you stare one another down, he has this calculating gaze that considerably intimidates the utter stubbornness of your own. While your expression pushes forth your decision, he looks as though he's weighing in a lot of thoughts.

Eventually, he concedes into your stare with a shrug. “Alright,” he sighs, but negotiates instead of giving in. “How about we split?”

The idea doesn't sound too bad. As long as you don't go ordering anything too expensive or try for dessert, then you could handle the conditions. “Deal,” you grin, easing back into your own seat.

It then came to you that introductions haven't been made yet. You just busted in and sat yourself down. “I’m (Y/N), by the way,” you tell him, “(Y/N) (L/N).”

He smiles, tilting his glass as if to toast for you. “Jung Hoseok,” he tells you, a spark of something in his eyes.

You don't think much of it, turning to the waiting waiter by your table. “I’ll, uh, get that steak he talked about,” you point out with a smile, looking back at him only to see him taken aback but amused. “What is it?” you ask incredulously with a little chuckle.

Hoseok snaps out of it, giving you a reassuring smile as he does. “Nothing,” he tells you, “I was just thinking about how I did not expect my day to go like this, but I don’t mind it at all, to be honest. Some company is always appreciated.”

Your heart warms a little at his words. “I don’t mind it at all, too,” you beam, sipping at the wine. A bougie dinner, a handsome, rich date, and no Seungyoon? You don’t mind it at all.

KIM NAMJOON

You weren’t the most proud of the town you settled in, but you didn’t really have the money and guts to go anywhere else at the moment. Alas, a lot of trouble comes in such a town—like a bleeding man by the dumpster at the back of the cafe you worked at.

The sight of him nearly makes you hastily throw the garbage bag onto the dumpster and rush to his side. “Oh my god,” you gasp, shocked to your core to see so much blood this close.

Somehow, you manage to get yourself together and lightly tap his cheek, making his eyes sluggishly flutter open. They pierce through your soul, and make your heart beat faster. “Sir, can you hear me?” you ask, “I’ll call an ambulance.”

A weak hand stops you from fishing your phone from your pocket. “No,” you receive a groan in response, and you don't know whether to feel relieved or more panicked.

“What do you mean no?!” you exasperatedly exclaim. “You’re bleeding!”

The stranger still shakes his head. “Don’t,” he weakly insists, “they’ll find me.”.

Though you have no idea who he was talking about, his state still falls into your hands now that you’ve seen him. A recklessly hasty plan forms in your mind. You knew a thing or two about first aid. You could do this, right?

I don’t fucking know! Let’s just wing this!

You take a deep breath and rest your hands on the man's shoulders. "Hey, do you think you can stand up?" you then ask him, getting ready to support his weight. "I'll get you into the back room, but I need your help, okay?"

The stranger manages to nod, grunting at the strength he had to exert to stand. You quickly wrap your arms around him and guide him to the backdoor of the cafe. It was fortunate, somehow, that it was well over closing time and your coworker had to leave early.

You rest him on the floor for a moment, rushing to fetch the first aid kit after instructing him to keep the pressure on his wounds. He’s still there when you come back, now jacketless, and eyes more open as he scans his surroundings.

Flashing him a quick smile, you kneel back at his side. As your fingers hesitate to unbutton his shirt, the stranger does it for you. There are shallow cuts, but deep cuts too. “Do you know someone who might be better at patching you?” you ask him to keep yourself busy, a blush forming on your cheeks. “I only know a little bit about first aid.”

A hiss comes from his mouth before he can answer, as you had begun disinfecting the wound on the back of his shoulder. You give him an apologetic glance and wordlessly offer him a towel to bite on, but the stranger refuses. “I do know someone,” he answers your question instead.

“Would you like to call them then?” you offer, earning a subtle nod this time. Handing him your phone, you continue your attempts as he dials a number.

“Hyung,” he greets, “Yeah… they surprised me, but I’m fine now…”

His conversation goes on and you do your best to mind your own business as you notice him using vague words to keep his own business confidential. As the call ends, however, you watch in horror as the man slams your precious phone on the ground repeatedly until it flickers for a few moments and dies. "What the fuck?!" you gasp, your bandaging coming to a stop as you’re overcome with the urge to smack him. "What did you do that for?!"

The stranger was quick to shush you. "Keep your voice down," he groans, clutching himself as if to protect himself from your wrath.

Venom drips from your words. "You broke my fucking phone, asshole," you snap, swatting at him. "I’m helping you."

Goddamn it! You would've just given him the landline at the counter if he was going to demolish it afterwards!

He catches both of your wrists and manages to hold onto them with a firm grip. "I can't risk it," he tells you, matching a stern, almost authoritative gaze to your furious glare.

You falter at the implication of his words. “Can’t risk what?” you question, but he doesn’t budge, and instead occupies himself with taking care of the other wounds you haven’t patched yet. Your heart races in his silence as the panic starts to set in. "Please, answer me."

Helping out a stranger is something you would never regret, but just what was this man bringing with him? You had expected a mugging, but the sinister mystery of his circumstances tell you otherwise.

The stranger sighs, making you sense a bit of his guilt. “The people that did this to me might trace it to my friends,” he simply tells you. “You’re better off not knowing the rest, trust me.”

His words, as they turn out, don’t do much to ease you. “Shit,” you grit through your teeth, falling back on your butt as you process what he said. What did I just get myself into?!

Sensing your heaving breath, the stranger rests both his hands on your shoulders. “There’s no need to worry, (Y/N),” he tells you, shaking you a little to get his words through.

Your eyes widen at your name falling from his lips. "How did you—"

"Nametag," he answers curtly, the two of you glancing at the item pinned on the left side of your chest. The stranger lets your shoulders go as he goes back to dealing with his other wounds. “I return gratitude generously,” he tells you with a smile that reveals dimples on his cheek. “No one will harm a hair on you. I'll buy you a new phone, too."

His promise does well to calm you a bit. "You're still an asshat for breaking my phone, John," you huff, starting to inch back into helping him. "You have no idea how many months I spent saving for it."

"John?" was his incredulous question.

A light chuckle escapes you. "John Doe," you tell him, as you start on the gash on his stomach. "You know, the name they use to refer to an unknown man," you further explain, "I figured you wouldn’t give me your name."

John leans back and laughs a little himself. "Ah, clever,"

The idle chatter continues as you both work on his injuries, until, eventually, you make him sit on a stool so you could mop up the bloody mess he left behind. While you were out to get rid of the bloody towels, however, you see a car pulling up in front of the cafe with two men stepping out of it.

Immediately, you ran back inside. "There’s a car," you tell John as soon as you could.

A deep furrow becomes of his brows. "How many men are there?"

"Two," you pant, "a tall guy with wide ass shoulders and another with muscles."

John lets out a chuckle, and his ease easily transfers to yours too, as a faint knock comes onto the backdoor. You hesitantly opened the door for them, and you were greeted by the men you saw earlier. They look at you expectantly and you throw a glance at the man you've haphazardly bandaged up.

The wide-shouldered guy checks your bandage work as soon as they come inside. He must’ve been the ‘someone’ that John told you about earlier. “It’s the best I could do,” you nervously tell him, scratching the back of your neck, but you were given an assuring smile.

“It’s alright,” the man tells you as the younger guy goes to easily assist John. “You did a decent job.”

You muster a smile as you guide them out. The car wasn’t far, presumably because they were told that you had taken him through the backdoor of the cafe. "Good riddance, John," you then tell the stranger you had patched up. “Don’t bother coming back with blood on you.”

John laughs, while his two friends are confused with what you called him. “Noted,” he playfully salutes, a thankful glint in his eyes as his parting looms over you both.

Just as the car door was opened for him, he looked back at you one last time. “I’ll get you that new phone, I promise,” he tells you, making you laugh a little.

“You better,” you half-heartedly retort, and while the better of your judgement tells you otherwise, a part of you does hope to meet John again.

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ggukkieland · 4 years ago

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📕CURRENT READS (2020 October)

🌹 Fics I’ve enjoyed reading this October, with some few unread ones (still have 4 to 5 days to finish!). Waah I have read a lot 😲 I can’t believe I’m almost complete with this list 🥳. Usually when I post and organize the list, half of it are still on #toread status. I thought of curating Halloween-themed fics 🎃 but I ended up reading any genre anyway😁.

Again, credit goes to these awesome writers! Sending them lots of love and virtual hugs 🥰🤗💜🥰🤗💜🥰🤗 .

✅ - done reading | S (smut) F (fluff) A (angst)

🥕[Ongoing Series - to check weekly]

Still reading the ongoing series from last month’s reading list, whenever there is an update 😊

I Feel You in my Heart by @purpletaecup - MYG | exes au, second chances, some chapters have smau elements | A, S, F (really good story development 😭)

[7/?] nearly 2 months after their divorce, yoongi and y/n wade through the aftermath of the fallout by themselves. yoongi is moving on with someone else while y/n finds herself stuck in waves of anxiety and depression. soon enough, they are brought together again by an unfortunate accident

If it Harms None, Do What You Will by purpletaecup - JJK | smau, comedy, supernatural au, fantasy au, witch!reader, demon!jungkook | F, S 🎃

[6/?] it’s the beginning of October and green witch y/n has been preparing for all of the spooky activities she needs to do for all hallow’s eve. one of her older friends gives her a ritual candle for protection. a couple of drops of blood and a wonky magic circle later, there is a high level demon sitting on the floor of her living room.

We Live with a Ghost by @smaubts - JJK | smau, comedy, ghost au, roommates au | F 🎃

[6/13] when jungkook convinces his roommate, y/n, that their house is haunted by an evil ghost, they decide their best option is to contact with it and make it leave but end up summoning an actual ghost by accident.

Swan Black by CharWrites [AO3] - JJK | fantasy, supernatural, enemies to lovers, dark fantasy, apocalypse, Fae!Jungkook, Fae!Yoongi, Fae!Taehyung, LOTR/Mortal Instruments/Labyrinth vibes | A, S (I love this! It’s like watching LOTR 😍) 🎃

[10/?] So's twin brother, Jimin, has been kissed by darkness: an evil that has spread across the land and has claimed many souls. They only have weeks until the darkness consumes him. Once consumed, he will be governed by the unsullied: a powerful race of Dark Fae that has overtaken the world.

So seeks out a rogue Fae Prince, Kook, who is her only hope, if she can survive his deadly charms and irresistible lure especially when he is much more interested in possessing her, mind body and soul.

Third Wheeling by @taetaewonderland - MYG | strangers to lovers au, ceo!yoongi | A, F, S 🥰

[1/?] Min Yoongi is a strict man. Time is money to the CEO of Kisung Connected. He isn’t interested in conventional things or wastes of time. He’s an asshole. But, you didn’t realize until it was too late. Until you met him at the club and it changed your life forever.

Bad Friends by @hollyxqx- MYG | friends to lovers, enemies to lovers, neighbor au, college au, fwb au | A, S, F (what a good angst 😥)

[1/3] hooking up with your childhood best friend was never your plan, but neither was falling in love with him either. he’s troubled but his heart is gold. when you move away for college, things start to take a turn.

House of Lilies by @suqakoo - JJK | mafia au, arranged marriage au | A, F, S

[3/?] Jeon Jungkook is the only heir to Dal Gurimja. He is the poster child for mafia bosses. He’s a feared hit-man among the underground world, and a successful CEO among the socialites of Seoul. Pair him with a castaway girl who’s been out of society for twelve years, and… what do you get?

Your Eyes Tell by @njkbangtan - JJK | soulmate au, enemies to lovers au, roommates au, sugar baby (but not really), slow burn | A, F

[5/?] You live in a world where people see in black and white. The solution to finally see the colors? It’s simple. You need to meet your soulmate and look at him in the eyes, but what if the person bound to you is already contented with the monochromatic world? What if…Jeongguk, your soulmate, is already in love with someone else?

I hate u, I love u by @bbangpanmen - JJK | fwb au, friends to lovers au, smau | A

[17/23] he uses you to forget her; you let him because you love him.

Puzzle by @kimvvantae - JJK | fwb au, friends to lovers au, college au | A, S, F (I’ve read this before, around 2018-19 and I thought it was discontinued. Glad there’s an update ^_^)

[7/?] the line between friendship and something more has never been crossed - but that changes after a break up and a drunken night, when you not-so-accidentally cross this line to something much more. what happens when after this accident your non-matching puzzle pieces seem to match in a way you’ve never imagined?

The Lesson/Min Boy by @adventuresinwonderlust - MYG | bad boy!yoongi, dom-sub elements, enemies to lovers, brat!reader | S, A, F

[6/8] No summary provided but it’s the twisted story between bad boy Yoongi with angsty backstory and this brat/rich kid. I really liked how it was written though. I made a mistake of reading part 4: Two Months Too Long, which should’ve been the 6th story to read if you follow the author’s sequence.

Popular-ish by @hansolmates - JJK | popular!jungkook, college au, fwb to lovers, shy!oc | F, S, A

[9/?] drabble series: you are way out of jungkook’s league. Or is it the other way around?

Date Me by @latetaektalk - JJK | enemies to lovers, fake dating au, rich kid au | A, F,

[prologue + 1/?] when obnoxiously rich and spoiled frat boy jeon jungkook comes up to you one day and asks you to fake date him for money, you definitely should have said no. because before you knew it, you were going on insta dates with him and having lunch with his equally obnoxiously rich and spoiled friends.

All Over You by @zibermuda - JJK | enemies to lovers, nerd!jk, fuckgirl!reader | S, F

[2/?] you don’t usually go for the quiet, nerdy type, but Jungkook’s by far the best looking guy in your year. You just can’t help yourself. You have to have him. Small hiccup; he hates you

Effortlessly by @gyukult - JJK | friends to lovers, neighbors au,

[8/?] “Reciprocate feelings?” Jungkook crosses his arms before he continues, “They should know that you’re the only girl in my life.“ Jungkook has been your best friend and neighbor since you could remember, but what you can’t recall is when your feelings began develop for him.

HEI$T: A JJK Fic by lucidly [AO3] - JJK | heist au, action, bangtan are thieves, vigilante au | A, S

[3/?] Six years after being thrown into the world of forgery, espionage, and heists, Mona and her team face competition like never before: The Bulletproof Boy Scouts, a fabled Korean gang of thieves that everybody seems to know, but no one has seen. When she comes face to face with all 7 of them, Mona knows: they're real, and this job won't be like the others. For years she has followed the money, but could it be time that she follow her heart instead?

🥕[Completed AUs/Series- to read]

✅ - done reading (also there seems to be a lot of JJK fics)

Creep @xjoonchildx - MYG | S, pwp, yandere ✅

Guilty @xjoonchildx - KNJ | A, S, mafia au, second part of Guarded AU (an awesome JHS series)

Chapter One: How Odd Chapter Two: Incheon Mall Tube Tops Final Chapter: Is Something Burning? Epilogue: Better Than Okay

Paddle with Me @yoongs-jeontae - JJK | A, S, enemies to lovers, camp counselor au, pwp ✅

Hate Me @themfchase - JJK | S, collegel!au, enemies to lovers au, fuckboy!jk, pwp ✅

Devil in a Blue Suit @yeojaa - JJK | F, S, idiots to lovers, established au, good boy!jungkook

main story ✅ + drabbles ✅

Sweetest Crush @minjoonalist - JHS | F, S, brother’s best friend au

Fake Love @aquaminwrites - JHS | F, S, A, fake dating au, enemies to lovers ✅

Faded Love @jamaisjoons - PJM | A, S, marriage au, infidelity ✅

Brown-Eyed Baby @vinterjeon - JJK | A, S, F, exes to lovers, single dad!jk

01 02 ✅

Why We Got Married @ktheist - KTH | F, S, arranged marriage au, slow burn ✅

Lonely Hearts Club @dovechim - JJK | S, F, enemies to lovers, wedding au ✅

Come to Me @jeonsweetpea - JJK | S, A, F ,friends to lovers, college au ✅

Satan on the Strip @noir0neko - JJK | S, A, demon!jungkook ✅ 🎃

No Face @seokoloqy - MYG | A, S, F, demon au, supernatural au ✅ 🎃

Take a Chance @crystaljins - JJK | A, Hanahaki au, co-workers, very angsty but Seokjin provides comic relief

01 02 03 04 05 06 07 ✅

The Lottery Offering @skswriting - JJK | A, F, S, werewolf au, sort-of arranged marriage au ✅

A Beautiful Epiphany @onherwings - JJK | A, S, F, friends to lovers, unrequited love, artist!jungkook ✅

Au Naturel (sequel) - drabble, established au ✅

Broken Dreams @ddaenysus - JJK | A, soulmate au, unrequited ✅

And Mended Hearts (sequel) - A, S, soulmate au, college au ✅

Coin Toss @yoondoze - JJK | A, mafia au, detective au, exes au, plot twist 👀 ✅

I Knew It Was You @hoseokmylovesworld - JJK | S, F, werewolf au, college au ✅ 🎃

Little Blue @pars-ley - JJK | F, S, friends to lovers, college au, with TW ✅

Little Blue Pill @dreamescapeswriting - JJK | S, pwp, friends to lovers ✅

Smitten @megahwn - JJK | F, S, arranged marriage au, strangers to lovers au ✅

Hit Me with Your Best Shot @namfine - JJK | S, pwp, martial arts, friends to lovers ✅

Slow and Steady @yoonia - JJK | S, A, artist!jungkook, infidelity, established au ✅

Cockblocked @mercurygguk - JJK | A, S, F, friends to lovers, roommates au ✅

everything I ever wanted (drabble) - morning after ✅

What are you Afraid Of? @cupofteaguk - JJK | F, avatar the last bender au

Part 2 (prompt: if you keep looking at me like that we won’t make it to a bed) - avatar au, F, S

demon-etized @jungkxook - KNJ | S, youtube au, ghost hunter au 🎃

Spellbound @jeonseok - JJK | F, slight S, demon au, crack, romcom ✅ 🎃

Raising Demons (sequel) - fluffy, smut, established au, crack ✅ 🎃

What’s in a Name? @minsimagines - JJK | A, F, demon au, soul selling scenario, romance

01 02 03 ✅ 🎃

The Big Yellow School Bus [15k] fringesofsanity [AO3] - JJK | S, A, F, noona, fwb au ✅

once bitten, twice shy [5.6k] obiwrites [AO3] - JJK | A, F, implied S, exes au, parents au ✅

Lose Somebody [26k] @kooala - JJK | A, F, slight S, exes au, camping au ✅

Oh What a World [100k] @taestybae - PJM | A, S, F, fake marriage au, fallen idol au (been wanting to read this since July (!), will finally get to reading this 🥰)

series masterlist [18 chapters + epilogue]

🥕[Drabbles]

okay I just realized they’re all JJK drabbles 😅

Incandesce @eunoiabliss - 544 words | JJK | fantasy au, fluff ✅

Forgetful Confession @suhdays - 991 words | JJK | fluff, slight angst, college au, friends to ??? ✅

Club @taleasnewastime - 2k | JJK | fluff, bestfriends ✅

JJK Reincarnation drabble @ktheist - 571 words | JJK | F, reincarnation (?) | love love this 🥰 ✅

Pup @whipped-for-kpop-fics - 1.5k | JJK | F, humour, werewolf au, established au | this is cute and funny 🤣 ✅

A Line Crossed @underthejoon - 723 words | JJK | A, bodyguard au ✅

Rousing Rendezvous @rookiegukie - 1.5k | JJK | smut, frenemies with benefits, modern royalty au ✅

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justasparkwritings · 3 years ago

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Merry & Bright {8}: Bad Perfume

Previous: The One You Love

Pairing: Jung Hoseok x Reader

Genre: Angst/Smut, Exes to Lovers to Exes, Non-Idol AU

Rating: NC17

Warnings: Swearing! Legal Alcohol Consumption! Car Sex! Unprotected Sex (oops)!

Word Count: 1.7K

Summary: Returning home for the holidays always leads you to him and the secret you’ve kept, and regretted, for far too long.

Listening: tis the damn season, Taylor Swift

Master List: Merry & Bright 2021

Tag List

Tag List: @knjkitten @mochikeyds

Shuffling through the door of the bar in town, you take off your snow sprinkled coat and reluctantly take your beanie off your head. Your boots, scuffing along the plastic mats, pool in the water you’re sure someone’s supposed to have mopped up. It’s a safety hazard and a nuisance to you and whomever else walks in after you.

“Y/N! Over here!” Beatrix calls from a booth dead center on the wall of overstuffed, torn leather seats. The bar is crowded, and you recognize more than your fair share of faces. People you haven’t seen since middle school, some since high school, others who stabbed you in the back or made your life hell. The first wave home for the holidays, or those who never left.

“Y/N here!” Davis cheers, raising his half empty pint in your direction.

“Drunk already?” You ask. He’s the first one out of the booth to hug you, followed by Beatrix, and then Jimin and Yoongi.

“Nearly, can I get you something? A cider?” Yoongi offers.

“I’d love that, thanks Yoongs.”

Yoongi makes his way to the bar, and you’re ushered into his former spot next to Jimin. Jimin doesn’t hesitate to wrap his arm around your shoulders, pulling you in.

“How was your flight?” He asks.

“Really fucking long. I forgot how much I hate flying from San Francisco back here.”

“Which is why you never come visit?” Davis asks.

“Which is why I only come back in the summer and at Christmas. But this fucking pandemic has really put a damper on that,” You shrug. “I’m glad they check everyone’s vaccination status before coming in.”

“Oh, they’re doing it everywhere in town, except the grocery store,” Beatrix informs you. “I knew we were liberal, but this is shocking.”

“When did you all get in?” You ask.

“Jiminie and I came in yesterday,” Yoongi answers. He sets your cider down before sitting next to you.

“I only live an hour away, so I drove in this afternoon,” Beatrix smiles. You haven’t seen her in… nearly two years? But your Facetime calls remain a weekly staple in your lives.

“Did you bring Buster?” Yoongi asks.

“I did, Buster Baxter is sleeping in front of the fire at my parents,” Beatrix answers. Her cheeks are tinted rosy- either from the heat or the alcohol or the way Jimin is staring at her. Their relationship, a secret to everyone but you, is getting harder and harder to hide.

Somehow, in the hubbub of catching up an hour passes, then two, and by the time Davis finally gets around to telling you what he decided he’d confide in the first five minutes of your arrival, he’s perhaps too late.

“Did you hear?” Davis asks. His open-ended question is directed at you, though you’re not quite sure why.

“Me?” You ask.

“Yeah, did you hear?”

“Hear what you hear?” You laugh, your obvious pun making you chuckle.

“Hoseok’s in town,” Yoongi stops the back and forth quickly. “He’s in town until Christmas.”

The color drains from your face. “What?”

“He came in early to help with the rush at his parent’s shop and work remotely.”

“Why are you telling me this?” You ask.

“Well he just walked in, so,” Beatrix points towards the door, and you turn, without thinking, to stare at him. Jet black hair slicked back to reveal just enough of his forehead, chestnut overcoat giving way to skintight black moto jeans and what you assume is a black crewneck cashmere sweater. He’s got a pendant necklace on, and a bracelet or two. You can take the man out of Soho, but you can’t take Soho out of the man.

“Why is he here?” You whisper.

“Look around,” Yoongi says. “Everyone’s here tonight. It’s one of those weird waves of all the people who came home early. Give it a few weeks and you won’t be able to step foot in here it’ll be so busy.”

You avert your gaze as Hoseok heads straight towards your group, smiling brightly at his former group of friends.

“Hey!” Hoseok says, voice loud and bubbly.

“Seokie!” Davis calls – a bit of an overcorrection if he’d asked you.

The cursory hellos are said, and as he sits down, you stare at Yoongi, eyes pleading.

“I’m gonna go,” You say, leg nudging Yoongi’s. He takes the hint and lets you out.

“Don’t go on my account,” Hoseok requests, but he sees it in your eyes.

You roll your eyes, slipping your coat back on. “I’ll see all of you later.”

Turning quickly on your heels, you make it out of the bar before a hand lands on your shoulder.

“Y/N, wait,” Hoseok says.

“What Hoseok?” You turn around, shaking his hand off your shoulder.

“I – don’t go.”

“Why not?”

“Because I wanna talk to you.”

“Why?”

“Yeah Hoseok, why?”

“I miss you.”

“Not this again.”

“It’s not again!”

“It is though! You didn’t ask me to wait!” You yell, your old argument picking up where it’s always ended.

“You didn’t ask me to stay!” He argues back.

“I don’t want to fight with you or spend time with this ache in my chest that happens whenever I pass you. We live on opposite sides of the country, but if you wanted to fucking know what was going on with me, you could’ve fucking asked! And what’s more, if you wanted to be fucking normal around our friends you wouldn’t have dated me in secret for years.”

He shakes his head, of course you don’t know. Of course, you aren’t paying any attention to him and his life’s trajectory. “We don’t live on opposite sides of the country!”

“Last I checked, we did.”

“I moved to Oakland six months ago,” His eyes are so sad – hadn’t you loved him once?

“So, I can run from you, but only so far?”

“I –

“No, what do you want from me? What do you want from this? To call me babe for the weekend? To pretend you didn’t shatter my heart? That I wasn’t your secret for years?”

“I just, I want you again.”

“You watched me leave.”

“And we called it even. We both agreed to keep our relationship a secret. Fuck, that was over a decade ago! But none of this has been even, it isn’t, it’s not,” He shakes his head. “It fucking haunts me like bad perfume.”

“I’m sorry the memory of our time together has tainted your existence.”

“Y/N,” He groans.

“I’m going home.”

“Home?”

You nod. “I’m staying at my parent’s house.”

“Let me drive you.”

“I’ll walk –

“Please, it’s cold and dark. Let me take you home.”

Disgruntled and frustrated, you oblige. He’s borrowed his dad’s old Ford Explorer, permanently stuck in 2010, it’s big and loud and ruining the planet. It’s an argument you’ve had for years, and one you don’t really want to repeat now.

Hoseok, staring at you periodically, turns down a road you haven’t taken in years. A short cut, which really is the same distance and takes the same time as going the normal route, you used to take it in high school. It was really just an excuse for you to stop and make out in the back seat.

You stare ahead, trying not to let your mind rush through all the moments in time you spent on this stretch of cement.

“Remember winter of senior year, after the recital?” Hoseok’s hand rests on the center console, itching to place it high on your thigh.

“What about it?” You snap.

“I told you I loved you, right about, here,” He pulls over and puts the car in park, before getting out and sitting in the back seat.

“Hoseok,” You warn, knowing exactly what he’s hinting at.

“Please, just, sit by me, hold my hand, talk to me,” He pleads.

You oblige, shuffling out the door and sitting next to him. He takes your hand in his, thumb rubbing gentle circles.

“You know, the road not taken doesn’t look better, you just feel guilty,” You finally stare into his eyes, which have been attempting to bore holes in you the entire time.

“I’ve always felt guilty. We shouldn’t have kept it a secret, even if it would’ve hurt our friends… we hurt them anyway.”

“I’m sorry,” You concede.

It doesn’t take much, the intensity of his gaze, the slight lean of his shoulders towards you, his free hand moving up and down your thigh. It doesn’t take much before you’re leaning in, lips meeting, hands moving to take off coats and palming him over his jeans. His slip under your sweater to toy with your breasts, tweaking your nipples and eliciting moans of satisfaction from you.

It isn’t long before you’re both whining, desperately wanting more. Hoseok pulls his lips from your neck to raise his hips just enough to wiggle out of his jeans and boxers. Finally relieving his throbbing cock from the tight constraints, he hisses as the frigid air hits him. You aggressively toss your boots in the front seat and pull your jeans all the way off your body. he watches you as you become bare, staring at your womanhood with a hunger he hasn’t felt since the last time you hooked up three Christmases ago. He strokes himself a few times while he waits for you to disrobe. Tossing a leg over his waist, you straddle him tightly.

“What?” He asks, his hands moving up and down the expanse of your bare thighs.

“Tis the damn season,” You answer, your lips hungrily attaching to his. His hands, strong and nimble, guide your hips over his cock, and you take the hint to lower your hips onto him. Moaning into his mouth, your breath hitches at how familiar it all is. His hips meeting your pace, lips searing yours, the darkness of the night engulfing his car as you fog up the windows.

Every Christmas leads to him and this town, and that road not traveled always looks so much better than the one you’re both on, where you ignore each other, hate each other, never resolve the conflicts of decades passed… but somehow without fail, end up in this car, your hips rocking into his, burning the sensation of him under you into your mind, downloading sound files of his moans into your hard drive, all of it bad perfume lingering in both your minds for the next twelve months.

Next: Decorate My Heart

#bangtanbathhouse #bangtanarmynet #ksmutclub #networkbangtan #ultkpopnetwork #kpopccc #dailybts #purplearmynet #dailybangtan #justasparkwritings #merry&bright2021 #merryandbright #christmas #BTS fic #BTS fanfic #houseofddaeng #Hoseok x reader #j hope

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crispy-chan · 4 years ago

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seesaw ↣ min yoongi

↣ pairing: min yoongi x f.reader ↣ genre/warnings: fluff, angst, light cursing ↣ word count: 1646 ↣ a/n: happy birthday yoongi. this is yet again a product of like an hour of writing but i hope it isn't terrible. oh, and i love seesaws. - listen to seesaw by suga

main masterlist (skz) | bts materlist

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“It was a good start The ups and downs, themselves Before I knew it, we grew tired With meaningless emotional drains”

For the longest time, Min Yoongi was just a friend. The boy next door. You went together to elementary school, middle school, and now high school. For the longest time, he was just that.

It wasn't until you were in your late teens, that he asked you out. Occasional greetings turned into walking to school together, multiple study sessions, and a few dates.

For the first date, he took you to the park for a picnic. He prepared the entire picnic basket himself, even making fresh sandwiches and some raspberry lemonade. Laying the pleated yellow blanket on the emerald grass, he motioned for you to sit first, like a true gentleman.

“Thanks, Yoongi. It looks delicious,” you smiled at him, pushing a strand of your hair behind your ear. Squinting against the sunlight, you decided to move to the side, so your back would face the sun.

Yoongi took a seat across from you, flashing you a gummy smile before pulling out the paper plates and arranging the meal.

“I made some Caprese sandwiches. I hope you'll like them.”

Taking a big bite, you sighed at the taste, the familiar flavor melting on your tongue.

“They're really good, Yoongi. I love them. Didn't know that you could cook,” you beamed, the light breeze making your hair flutter around your neck.

At that moment, Yoongi knew he was in love. The laughs and giggles, the wide smiles, and your sparkling eyes looking at him like that. He felt like he found paradise. You gulped down the rest of the sandwich, not forgetting to compliment him and thank him for preparing them.

Sipping the fruity lemonade, you sighed, closing your eyes and looking up. A few fluffy clouds graced the clear blue sky. Yoongi got up, walking in the directions of the flower field, leaving you behind on the blanket.

“I'm just going to get some flowers,” he explained upon seeing the confusion on your face. Your frown disappeared, a boisterous laugh leaving you as you waved to him.

“Come back soon, Yoongs.”

Roughly ten minutes passed by, and you were starting to get worried. You contemplated running after him, to make sure everything was okay, but you didn't have to. Yoongi was pacing back to you, his hands behind his back, almost as if hiding something.

“Whatcha got there?” you questioned, excitement bubbling in your heart.

Yoongi's heart fluttered, cheeks reddening at the display. He slowly pulled his hand from behind his back, revealing a small flower crown.

You gasped with glee, looking up at him with glazing orbs. “I-Is that f-for me?”

Rather than answering the question, Yoongi chose to place the delicate wreath on your head. It felt like centuries have passed, by the time you have calmed your racing heartbeat.

After that, you guys walked to the empty playground. At some point, Yoongi's hand softly gripped yours, and you had to stop the urge to squeal.

His hand was much bigger than yours, easily engulfing your palm in his own, as he swayed them back and forth. Reaching for the gate, he opened it, letting you in.

You walked to the old seesaw in the back, the yellow paint chipping off after years of usage. With a laugh, you sat down, Yoongi walking to the other side and doing the same. Taking turns, you pushed yourselves off the ground in short intervals, laughing and chatting.

Yoongi told you about his dream, how he wanted to pursue music in life, even if everybody around him told him not to. It was hard to make it in the industry, with no promise of a stable career in the future.

But you encouraged him. Told him how he should pursue his dream, do what his heart longed for. He was delighted, you have been the first person to show outright support when it came to this passion of his. The serotonin was high when he realized that you said you would stand by him till the end.

After that, he walked you home as the moon lit up your path. The night was chilly, so after he noticed you shiver, he immediately threw his denim jacket over your shoulders and rubbed comforting circles on your hand.

You tried to protest, telling him that you were fine, that you didn't want him to freeze, but he dismissed it with a wave of his hand.

Arriving at your place, you were sad that the day came to an end. Yoongi has let go of your hand and you were walking up the steps but before you stepped inside, you turned around and quickly pecked him on the cheek.

Your cheeks flooded with warmth as you whispered a quiet “goodnight” before storming inside. Yoongi stood in front of your door for a few minutes, glued to the pavement before he was able to leave. His mind was still hazy from the kiss you gave him and he realized he wanted more.

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It took three more dates before he officially asked for you to be his girlfriend. He grabbed your hand while in a restaurant, looking you in the eye and telling you how much he enjoyed your company and wanted to be able to call you his and spend more time with you.

You instantly agreed, chest filling with warmth as a wave of giddiness crashed over you.

Everything was going so well, the two of you going on weekly dates, texted all day, and even had study sessions together.

This went on for almost a year. It felt like your life was complete, you had everything you could possibly long for. Things were going great with Yoongi.

Until they weren't.

“Repeated seesaw game Now, I'm so sick of this Repeated seesaw game We're getting sick and tired of each other”

It seems like good things aren't meant to last. Bit by bit, the relationship the two of you have carefully built, was crumbling. Falling apart.

Weekly dates turned into monthly ones, Yoongi being all closed up in the studio, working on tracks until ungodly hours. You tried to speak to him, remind him to take breaks, occasionally even visiting him and bringing him dinner.

But it felt like he was shutting you out. Any attempt to mend your relationship felt futile. But you weren't prepared to give up. To give up on him. Not when everyone else around him has already done so.

You texted him. Told him to meet you at the playground. That if he wouldn't show, you personally go to the studio and make a scene.

He agreed, promising he'll be there. You felt a pang in your chest when you heard how tired he was. Someone had to make sure this boy wouldn't burn himself out.

You sat on the seesaw. The exact same one you and Yoongi were on almost a year ago. But it wasn't the same without him. Five minutes have passed. Ten. Twenty.

You were beginning to worry. Where was he? What if he didn't show? He was almost half an hour late at this point. You felt tears prick at the corner of your eyes, slowly standing up to leave in shame.

But then a running Yoongi came into view. He sprinted across the grass, bursting through the playground gate and stopping right in front of you. Bending down and placing his hands on his knees, he panted heavily before looking up.

His eyes.

They caught you by surprise. It has been ages since you last stared into his chocolate brown orbs. You could see the unshed tears welling up in them.

“I have something to show you,” he whispered.

“Were the petty arguments the start? The moment I became heavier than you Because there have never been parallels in the first place Maybe it was my greed trying to match myself with you If it was love, and if this is what love means Is there really a need to keep repeating ourselves We're tired of each other, yet seem to be holding the same cards Well, then”

He pulled out his phone, swiping it open before clicking on something. An unfamiliar melody sounded in the vast night, lyrics that you heard for the first time, yet still felt as if you knew them by heart. After the track finished, Yoongi pocketed his phone, slowly looking up, waiting for your reaction.

When he saw none (you were too stunned by hearing him sing for the first time), so he started to explain.

“I- I know things have been going downhill with us. And I wanted to apologize, it's mostly my fault. I kept locking myself up in the studio, completely neglecting you and overall just acting like a dick-”

You laughed at that, making Yoongi smile.

“-it has been rocky, but I still love you. I came late because I was adding some finishing touches to the song. I guess I needed to get it out of my system. But in the meantime, I remembered why you mean so much to me. And I wanted to ask you - would you be willing to give us another chance?”

He looked up to you, shaking the hair off his forehead. His eyes shone with guilt, hope, and longing.

“I- I think we could try again,” you stammered, “but no more shutting me out. Understood?”

“Yes.”

This brought you here. Three months later. The both of you were sitting on the seesaw, reminiscing about how you sat here for the first time, over a year ago. The seesaw has become your safe space, you'd go there after every argument, achievement, or when you just felt like annoying parents who thought you two had no business on the playground.

“There's no turning back”

a/n: hope you liked it. feel free to let me know your thoughts. stay safe ✨

#min yoongi #min yoongi x reader #min yoongi imagine #min yoongi drabble #yoongi x reader #yoongi imagine #yoongi x reader fluff #yoongi x reader angst #bts fluff #bts angst #suga x reader #suga imagine #seesaw #happy yoongi day #bts fanfiction #crispy chan

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aliendes · 4 years ago

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Yoongi + Edging (NSFW)

My Sunday night Kink Tweets™ spurred this on. Should we make this a weekly thing?

From this ask: May I have a Yoongi + Edging kink? 👀👀

A/N: oh yes, darling, you may! Someone after my own heart. My bias + my kink lololol

Warnings: unprotected sex (stob it), fingering, edging? Yoongi is soft bcus so am I and I can’t write a dom to save my life. sweet sex.

Your boyfriend, Yoongi, knew your body better than anyone in your life prior has ever known it. He knew all the right buttons to push and all the right spots to touch. He was a master of you, and only you.

He had you laid out in his bed, completely naked, back arching as he pistoned his cock in and out of you. His hips were snapping against yours at a slower rhythm he knew would bring you to the edge while his deft fingers played with your swollen nub, pointer finger on one side of it, middle finger on the other and he squeezed it between his fingers. It was lazy and slow, but oh so good. He could tell you were close with the small whimpers rolling off your lips.

“Close, baby?” he murmurs in that deep, sultry voice you love so much.

“Mmm,” you moan, eyes slipping shut, lost in the feeling that was Yoongi.

You could feel yourself about to tip over the edge, a slow, but delicious build up to your high finally toppling over, when all of the sudden, Yoongi pulls his fingers away as he removes his cock from you, a pale hand squeezing his base to edge himself at the same time he edged you.

“Ah, Yoongi!” you writhe beneath him, upset that your orgasm was just ripped away from you.

“Shh, baby,” he soothes, leaning down to kiss you, slow and wet, to calm your mind. “Don’t worry, we’ll get there.”

You whimper when he pushes his length back into your dripping core, bringing his hand back down to play with your pussy in the same slow way he was before. It takes a little longer this time to build up your high, but when you get there, it’s so much more intense than the first time.

“Y-Yoongi,” you cry as you feel the coil tighten in your abdomen.

“Let go, baby, I got you,” he whispers, barely audible over your loud moans and whines. He meant it when he said he’s got you, because his fingers expertly work you through your orgasm, light touches and caresses as you come apart beneath him. Watching your back arch as you clench around his length has him coming undone as well, as you both fall over the edge together, panting and sweaty when you come down.

Yoongi props himself up on his elbows, placing sweet kisses to your cheeks and lips as you giggle. “Mmm, you’re so good to me, Yoongs,” you whisper against his lips, “I love you.”

He smiles in return, pecking your forehead. “I love you too, baby.”

#yoongi x reader #yoongi smut #yoongi fluff

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corasohn · 7 years ago

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idk y ppl wanna see bangtan on weekly idol again. the persistency on wanting them on there.. idk i just flashback to their first appearance… how they treated them. tbh they’re like that with the groups that aren’t popular and how it's just it’s for “entertainment” (?) but I just don’t like that.

#idk I used to like weekly idol but #the things they say and do with the idols on there #like I said I know it's for ent. and all but it just annoyed me when they really didn't treat them right when they first started our #out* and now that they got big with inu/run they started treating them better #sighhhhhh #I'm still mad they didn't let yoong talk tho. how d a r e they #delete later idk I'm rambling rn

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mystarmyangel · 1 year ago

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[230717-LIMYOONA__OFFICIAL] _ 7월 셋째 주 위클리융📋

#임윤아 #LIMYOONA #limyoona__official #융스타그램 #위클리융 #청룡시리즈어워즈

[TRANS] _ Weekly Yoong for 3rd week of July📋

#LIMYOONA #limyoona__official #Yooongstagram #WeeklyYoong #BlueDragonSeriesAwards

19 July 8.30pm - KBS2 TV Blue Dragon Series Awards

Source: limyoona__official HQ: Link

#YoonA #Limyoona Official #Weekly Yoong

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bulletproofscales · 4 years ago

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Could you do a Yoonseok fic where they are uni teachers and they teach in the same room? Like when Yoongi's class finishes, Hoseok's class comes in after and Yoongi has a bad habit of overstaying to get a glimpse of the other cute teacher and they just end up falling in love somehow?

– hello!! i dont know why i had such a hard time writting this request???? like its simple its cute, its lovely. i just struggled so much to find a direction to take it form. so i really hope this fufilled your vision it came out supper fluffy!! i didnt make it feederism because the pormpt didnt specify, theres like hints to a chubby yoongi if you squint . anyways enjoy!!!

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/30115707

Yoongi loves literature.

He’d go as far to say, literature is his favorite thing in the world.

No, he hasn’t read fiction since he was in highschool, and he hasn’t read fiction voluntarily ever.

What’s that got to do with anything?

When the university offered Yoongi this job as the professor in Thermodynamics, they had assured him his schedule wouldn’t clash with the other Calc II classes he gave during the week; always with a break in between. Which meant, the professor always has at least 2 hours in between his classes to use for research purposes.

Yes… Research purposes.

LIsten he hadn’t meant for it to get this far. Yoongi had only curiously stayed as he saw the new professor who was replacing the old lady who gave World Contemporary Literature after his class. The man looked young, about his age, delicate complexion, angelic face.

His name is Jung Hoseok, and Yoongi had only talked to him for a couple of minutes, welcoming him to the university before leaving for his office. Though he was later very frustrated to find out, he could barely get any work done with his mind playing unhelpful reruns of his exchange with professor Hoseok. The most reasonable thing would be to try and not cross paths with him again for the sake of his investigation, right?

Yoongi is not nearly as strong-willed as he needs to be to accomplish that.

In fact his time at the World Contemporary Literature class, only prolonged after that encounter. Waiting until the class was full to make his leave, or sometimes waiting until Hoseok started the class, or sometimes even staying for a bit at the front row before leaving. By now, his two bi-weekly classes of Contemporary Literature had become part of his routine. Staying at the back of the class where he admired the young man, as he walked around giving the class diligently; impressively capturing a large number of students who were now actively interested in it.

Yoongi had been captured, in a different way.

“You’re staying over this class too?” Hoseok’s voice is soft spoken, not upset but just lightly accusatory. It’s been weeks, of course he noticed Yoongi staying over every single class. And as startled as Yoongi is, he still considers himself lucky that the professor doesn’t sound annoyed.

“I just–I really…” Think Yoongi, think of anything. “I’ve just really been trying to get into literature.” He manages to smile softly through his lie. And it seems to work, because Hoseok’s expression is widening and then grinning in excitement.

“Who would have thought!” He beams cheerfully. “Well you’re free to come as many times as you want. Though I might have to start testing you along with the rest of my students?” Hoseok jokes, or at least Yoongi hopes he is joking. He just laughs it off and goes to his usual seat in the back, where he will be doing nothing except staring as professor Hoseok gave his class; without actually registering anything that’s being said.

Lucky for Yoongi, the test never comes. But him and the literature professor grow closer, Hoseok starts inviting him out to have their lunch break together; since he knows for a fact Yoongi gave his class first thing in the morning and then stayed until near noon in Hoseok’s lecture. And just like had accepted defeat before, the older agrees without a second doubt.

In comparison to his typical lunches stuffed in the Sociology department with Namjoon and Seokjin, those bi-weekly 40 minutes he spends with Hoseok are… so refreshing. He remembers fearing that the literature professor would ask Yoongi what he thought of the class, but that wasn’t the case at all.

Long forgotten were his heated debates about deeply rooted issues within humanity over lunch. Now Yoongi couldn’t wait until it was wednesday or friday, and he could just converse with Hoseok. Of course it started out like it typically would, professors talk, complaining about students, complaining about their superiors, how they got into teaching. But somehow Hoseok deemed him worthy, and just opened himself up for Yoongi. Nothing too dramatic, but the engineering professor found himself walking down the campus and being able to register what Hoseok’s favorite sitting spot was, under what specific tree; because he had told him. Or pushed himself to get weird stares by his colleagues for grabbing one donut too many because he recognized the strawberry filling ones that were Hoseok’s all time favorites and was considering dropping them off to him.

It had been half a year, and by now, Yoongi could say he had opened up to Hoseok as well. He was more than happy to take his role as a listener to everything the younger had to say. As useless as it was, Yoongi would soak it up even when he didn’t mean to; and he had come to accept that. But, Hoseok didnt let it happen, always attentive, always considerate; asking Yoongi’s input into anything their conversation had decided to settle on. Asking for Yoongi’s favorite spots on campus, or what donuts did he reach for first when they brought some into the professors’ room.

And Yoongi… he soaked up all that attention Hoseok gave him, too.

It didn’t take long until they learnt the other’s schedule, sometimes using their own breaks to stop by the other’s class; just to see one another during the day. He’ll never forget the first time Hoseok came to visit as Yoongi was finishing one of his own classes, and widened at the different graphs and drawings that took over all the chalkboard.

They were definitely friends, of course they were by now, but Yoongi couldn’t help but think that their friendship had something more special to it. Maybe it was the way the older just felt safe and soothed whenever he was talking with Hoseok, or the way Hoseok didn’t shy away from showing how much he enjoys Yoongi’s company.

They were friends but they treated each other, just a little bit softer than the rest of their friends.

Which didn’t have to mean anything, of course. Different people have different dynamics and it just so happens Hoseok takes out the gentler side of the engineering professor. Just like it also happens to be Hoseok the one who takes out all the butterflies caged in Yoongi’s chest.

Well… maybe this different dynamic does mean something… To Yoongi at least; and he has come to accept that fact. He had reached an age where he didn’t really think he could get a crush again, yet here he is.

Considering his feelings, he had felt a little hesitant to initiate anything with Hoseok outside their work hours; a little voice in his head telling him not to abuse the younger’s friendliness because of his own ill intentions. Hoseok made him happy as is, and he should be content with that.

Surprisingly it’s the literature professor who, during the peak of exam season, offers to hang out and correct exams together. The little voice reminded Yoongi of his ‘ill intentions’ , but, like he keeps saying: he is simply a little weaker when it comes to Hoseok. And that first time, getting to see Hoseok outside their university, at the doorstep of his apartment which he had organized very last minute, casual clothes, beer pack in hand, gentle smile on his face. Yoongi feels himself fall in love all over again.

Yeah… He is in love, by now he had come to accept it.

Maybe he should be nervous, but he wasn’t, not really. How could he be when Hoseok had become his safe space? No amount of romantic feelings could change that.

They laugh, they drink, they revise exams, they drink again, laugh some more; Yoongi finds out Hoseok is a lightweight. Third beer bottle is halfway done as the literature professor slurredly tries to write feedback onto the back of an exam.

“You doing alright there?” Yoongi can’t help the amusement and endearment in his voice.

All he gets is a slurred hum, and that’s all the response Yoongi needs. Still grinning as he stands up and comes back with a glass of water to Hoseok, who seems to be in some sort of trance staring at the universe. “Drink up, handsome.” He swears it was meant to sound teasing, but a blush betrays Yoongi spreading on his cheeks.

Hoseok doesn’t seem to dwell on it, thank fuck; rather focuses on drinking his water slowly and in a way that is too endearing for Yoongi’s heart to bare. He watches as Hoseok downs the glass, trying hard not to focus on the way his Adam’s apple bobs up and down, stop staring at his neck in general, creep, and rather rubb the younger’s back.

He finishes the glass and he leans his head on the table groaning.

“I think you’ve done enough grading for tonight.” He chuckles enamoured. “Think you can take a ride home?” Hoseok still has his cheek squished against the table and eyes fully closed when he nods. “Ok, Seok, up.” He instructs softly, squatting down as his hands reach for Hoseok’s middle. Surprisingly cooperative, Yoongi manages to get the younger buckled up in the passenger seat of the car looking dazedly out the window.

It's… pleasant, Yoong thinks. The silence is always comfortable with them, and he gets to drive around the deserted city with simply the knowledge that Hoseok is by his side. He makes sure to take his liberties stealing glances at the younger, his face angelical even when confusedly staring into nothingness.

“Here we are.” Yoongi feels the need to announce it given they’ve stopped and the drunk man hadn’t made any sign of moving… He still hasn’t. “Uhm… Hoseok?” He offers trying his best not to smile a little amused at the situation.

It looks like it physically costs effort for him to open his lips to speak. “Can you make sure… I actually go to bed?” His eyes barely meet Yoongi’s, quickly glancing somewhere else. It could be the older’s mind playing tricks on him, but even with the white street lights Hoseok’s cheeks still manage to have a beautiful pink tint. He is blushing, and it only makes Yoongi’s smile spread wider.

“You don’t seem like the type of drunk to cause any trouble.” He questions with a smile that already gives away his answer to Hoseok’s request.

“No, but I’ll fall asleep halfway into my apartment.” The younger man manages to smile lazily, dainty hand settles on his shoulder. And Yoongi feels himself swallowing thickly, no person should be allowed to look this good when they’re this pathetically drunk.

“That adds up.” He chuckles getting out of the car and turning around to open Hoseok’s door for him. “Look at that, you unbuckled your own belt. Impressive.” Yoongi teases as he takes Hoseok’s hand to help him stand.

“I’m drunk, not 5.” His playful tone and little smile makes the idea of Hoseok being annoyed at him less convincing. He is taller than Yoongi, yet he feels so much smaller when he is tiredly leaning his weight onto the older, a protective arm wraps around the literature professor as they walk inside Hoseok’s apartment complex.

Yoongi tries his hardest not to blush when the doorman eyes the two oddly and Hoseok mumbles a sleepy: “He’s with me.” with his head buried deep into the engineering professor’s shoulders. And keeps it there all through the elevator ride… and all through their slow walk around the hallway… and it’s still there as Hoseok clumsily tries to type in the security code for his door.

He doesn’t want it to go away, the weight of the younger’s head on his shoulder giving him a sense of pride that makes Yoongi want to swell his chest up. But Hoseok keeps failing to type in his code, with his nose buried into Yoongi’s neck.

“I think you might need to look at the keyboard to actually type the code.” His hand rubs up and down Hoseok’s side, with a smile that’s too fond; though the younger can’t see from where his head is resting.

Hoseok groans. “Can’t we just be comfy?” The older specifically loves the way Hoseok assumes this position is comfortable for the two of them.

“Wouldn’t we be much more comfortable on your bed?” Yoongi swears he didn’t mean to say that. And he knows if the other were sober, he definitely wouldn’t brush past it.

Drunk Hoseok, however; he hums as if thinking it through “Yeah… We would be more comfy there…” He sounds so serious about it, like he was actually considering just staying here for the rest of the night, comfortably settled against Yoongi; the older can’t help giggling. Too cute.

“Put the code, then.” He urges, big hand squeezing at where it is settled on Hoseok’s waist.

It’s his first time going into the literature professor’s apartment, it is very neat, even if it’s filled to the brim with books. Yoongi tries to take in as much as he can, while still helping Hoseok balance himself as he takes off his shoes and coat: the hanged pictures, the bookshelves, the toys. Hoseok owns toys: stuffed animals and figurines adorning his couch and bookshelves; Yoongi is a little stunned as they walk by. He never would have guessed.

“Room is at the end of the hallway.” Hoseok mumbles, not only his head falling back on the older’s shoulder, but his arms wrap around Yoongi’s middle.

Right… He has to make sure Hoseok gets to bed.

There’s a knot at Yoongi’s stomach, but he nods; slowly walking towards the closed door. Despite seeming impossible, his room has more bookshelves, bed adorned with a few more odd looking plushies. It’s so Hoseok, the older can help his heart as it does a little flip. The younger settles on his bed, sitting down before letting his back fall. Yoongi doesn’t know what to do with himself; staring feels a bit inappropriate, yet he doesn’t know if leaving him in such a state is much of an option.

“Should I…-”

“I just sleep in underwear.”

They both speak at the same time. Yoongi’s cheeks blush a furious red, Hoseok seems unfazed. He already managed to get the younger to bed. After all this time he had meant Yoongi had to tuck him in?!

“O–Oh, okay.” He doesn’t know what else to say. Then, similar to a toddler, Hoseok raises up his arms. It takes Yoongi a full second to realize; and when he does, his face gets simpossibly redder. With timid hands, he slides Hoseok’s shirt off his torso delicately. Yoongi is pretty sure he isn’t breathing, but he can’t bring himself to do so, the moment too fragile for him to possibly ruin it. The little voice in his head tells him it’s immoral to stare, but he does anyway; admiring Hoseok’s lightly tanned, slim body.

It seems he is Yoongi only one of the two with the professor-chubs, huh.

His blatant staring is interrupted by Hoseok popping his torso heavily onto the bed, legs extending forward in Yoongi’s direction. The older feels his heart stop completely. Yoongi is so thankful that Hoseok isn’t sitting upright so he can’t see the tremble of his hands as they hover above the button of his jeans.

He has to hurry, otherwise Hoseok will get suspicious, and he’ll notice Yoongi making things weird.

He feels like a teenager all over again.

He undoes the button, slowly pulling the zipper down. Yoongi’s slim fingers slide barely underneath the waistband of his jeans and start tugging down. He tries his best to be gentle, but with Hoseok’s dead weight on the bed it’s a little hard; college professors aren’t known for their strength. So he makes the younger’s body rock back and forth on the bed until he gets the pants out of the pool by his calves and finally takes it out.

Huh, Yoongi totally would have considered Hoseok a boxer’s guy.

He somehow feels he shouldn’t say that outloud, or shouldn’t hint at paying attention to Hoseok’s underwear at all.

Or maybe, he is just overestimating drunk Hoseok.

“All done, you just need to wash your teeth.” He says simply instead, and the man plopped down gorans dramatically. His thighs even clench at the loudness of it, not that Yoongi was staring.

“I need to get up?! Again?” He looks up at Yoongi with a disbelieved expression, like suddenly brushing your teeth was the most ridiculous idea anyone could propose. Yoongi has to hold back a laugh. “Why didn’t you make me go brush before I laid down!?” He sounds so insulted but his lips have the softest pout to them.

“You plopped on the bed before I got the chance to, genius.” Yoongi finds himself rolling his eyes, all the tension that had accumulated in his body minutes before had dissipated. Even with so much of the expanse of Hoseok’s sin staring back at him, so much so quickly that Yoongi had never gotten to see; the man in front of him is still the safest place. “Come on, Seokie, up.” It feels like a dejavu from getting him out of Yoongi’s apartment.

Hoseok’s hands are so dainty in his own, he pulls him up gently; chests bumping together softly. Soft chuckles as their noses brush, Yoongi can feel his own adoring smile. “Careful.” He mumbles, his hands squeezing into Hoseok’s. All the response he gets is a grumble, eyes barely opened as they stare directly at Yoongi, shamelessly.

As sleepy as his gaze is, and as cute as the pout on his lips is, Yoongi can’t help it but feel somewhat intimidated, there’s something blatant about the way the younger is looking at him. And even if he can’t put a name to it, it still manages to make Yoongi shiver the slightest bit.

He wastes no more time of Hoseok being forced to stand and rather guides him slowly towards the bathroom. Graceful Hoseok, elegant, diligent inside the classroom, that same man is looking down at his feet with a concentrated pout and frown as he takes heavy steps following Yoongi. It’s endearing enough for a giggle to slip out past his lips.

The bathroom is only a little cramped but, it’s not like it matters; Yoongi was already holding Hoseok close to him already. Lets the younger lean against him as he has to balance his sleepy legs into picking up toothbrush and toothpaste. Yoongi allows himself to stare, even if it’s quiet and obvious he is doing so. There’s something so domestic about the sight, he can’t tear his eyes away; exposing himself through the evident adoration in his stare.

Hoseok doesn’t pay him any attention, washing his teeth with sleepy long blinks. Only noticing Yoongi through the mirror once he is washing his lips, sleepy as he straightens back up, and when he is back to leaning against the older, he turns his head to face him. Face looking sleepy and ethereal as ever.

And Yoongi must have gotten too caught up staring at the sleepy glimmer of Hoseok’s eyes because nothing could have prepared him for the slow, soft meeting of the younger’s lips on his.

Hoseok kisses him like he is the most precious thing in the world; a gentle peck that makes his eyes flutter close relaxed. Not Yoongi though, his eyes are wide like plates until the younger separates.

His mouth opens and closes a few times before he manages to speak. “Why….Why did you do that?” Yoongi has a hard time finding his own voice, opting for a soft whisper. Part of him thinking this was all just an elaborate hallucination.

“I didn’t want to do it with bad breath!” He whines like he was being antagonized for doing something completely normal; and not kissing your friend/coworker.

Yoongi doesn’t know what to do with himself, or with the Hoseok laying against his body, staring at him expectantly. He feels his face begin to heat up with what is most probably a deep blush. “Uhm… Well I appreciate that.” He tries to say as neutral as possible, getting his hold back on Hoseok to get him to his bed.

The younger is pliant in Yoongi’s hold, letting himself be dragged as he tiredly lets his head fall against Yoongi’s chest. “You appreciated the kiss too though, right?” Hoseok’s voice is gentle, unsure. And it probably doesn’t help that the older one takes a second to reply; too busy trying to control the tug at his heartstrings.

He is back to guiding the younger out of his own bathroom, only replying once he manages to set Hoseok down on the bed as gracefully as he can; only then, when worried self conscious eyes are staring up at Yoongi.

“I do appreciate it, so much.” He mumbles gently with a gummy smile spreading his lips softly. And Hoseok looks so visibly relieved by this, it earns a chuckle from the older. Yoongi is leaning over, hand pressed to the pillow so close to Hoseok’s soft locks it could just– fuck it.

He runs his hands through the younger’s hair, just to see the way his eyes close relaxed by it. “I’ll get going, yeah?” A little voice in his head urges him to not leave Hoseok’s side, to stay until he gets another kiss from those addictively soft lips.

But another, more rational, voice tells him he’ll have all the time in the world to do that.

Hoseok looks unconvinced though, it takes an endeared smile and a kiss at his temple for him to look somewhat pleased. “Fine.” Yoongi has to hold himself back from leaning to peck the pout off his lips. “Will I see you tomorrow?”

“Text me when you wake up.”

Yoongi can feel how different everything is from the moment he watches Hoseok walk towards him at the little campus cafe. His eyes are a little groggy stil, and a pout is still on his lips; he looks like he has a hangover, basically.

And Yoongi is still so, so stupidly enamoured by this man.

“Morning.”

“How are you so upbeat? You aren’t even a morning person.” Hoseok grumbles, obviously cranky, taking a seat beside Yoongi instead of infront of him. Their shoulders touch as well as their thighs.

“I know this may come as a surprise to you, but not all of us get drunk from a couple of beers.” Yoongi teases softly, turning to side eye him.

“I’m not sorry.” He smiles turning to face the older. Their noses brush similarly to how they did last night. Now it should be different though, the morning fills the small cafe of busy people trying to get on with their day, not private, not imitate, not one bit romantic. They don’t need it to be, though; they managed to fall in love in the simplest of ways; through Yoongi’s obvious love for literature.

#anon #reuqest #bts fanfic #bts fic #sope #min yoongi #jung hoseok #professor au #fluff #romantic #pining #happy ending

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honeytae · 4 years ago

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if you’re open for regular requests i’d love to request lil scenarios of the boys learning english alongside their english-speaking s/o! this is totally self-indulgent i’m doing the TEFL program and i’m going to south korea next year to teach :)

first of all, that’s amazing omg!! congratulations my love, i hope you have the best time over there and please don’t be shy in sharing your stories with us!!! i tried to stick to the boys actually learning english with their s/o but i strayed from that with a few members just bc i ran out of ideas lol but i hope you still enjoy!

fair warning....i’ve never ~seriously~ tried to learn korean, so i’m not entirely certain of the parallels between korean and english. i just hope these are wholesome enough to override that lmao

namjoon:

“You know,” Namjoon looked up from his phone, “I understand expanding your vocabulary, but why are there so many weird slang words?”

“Kids these days?” You shrugged, the man chuckling in response before flipping his phone around to show you what had puzzled him.

“If something slaps, that’s...good?” He wondered, watching as you suppressed a smile at the tweet he was showing you.

You could tell by the profile picture that the user was an ARMY, one of the many fan profiles on the platform, and the tweet was written completely in English.

Although there was a ‘Translate to Korean’ option readily available with just a tap of his thumb, you knew Namjoon never missed an opportunity to challenge himself to be able to fully comprehend what a native English speaker was trying to say.

You nearly snorted at the tweet’s content, smiling as you read it out loud.

“The Dis-ease bridge just saved my life. Seriously, this song slaps.”

Glancing at Namjoon, he raised his eyebrows, eagerly waiting for you to translate and explain what that could equate to in Korean.

“It’s definitely a good thing, Joon. They love it.”

At your interpretation, Namjoon grinned, nodding to himself as he pulled his phone back in front of his face to scroll through more reaction tweets to the new album release.

seokjin:

“What the hell is that?”

You picked your head up from your sketchbook when you heard Seokjin whine from beside you, eyebrows knitting together at his distressed tone. Taking a glance over at his laptop screen, you found his mouse bouncing from letter to letter on one of his weekly english lessons.

“What is that, like 15 letters? How do you even use that in a sentence?” He went on, obviously flustered by the word on the screen.

Pulchritudinous.

You placed your hand over his to stop his panicked counting of the letters, causing him to look over at you with a sigh as he frowned.

You nearly giggled at his reaction, but the genuine fear in his eyes made you stifle it as you soothingly held his hands in yours.

“It’s just an over complicated way of saying beautiful. I don’t know why they’re teaching you that, nobody ever uses it.” You assured him, his eyes going down in size a bit at your words before he nodded.

Watching as a smirk tilted his lips, you raised your brows at the sudden expression.

“What?”

“Well like, I could say I’m...that?” He said, eyebrows raised cockily as he gestured to the long word stretched across the screen.

“Well it’s actually not used like,” you paused, giving in with a shrug as you grinned back at him.

“Sure, love.”

yoongi:

“Why did I skip English class all the time?” Yoongi sighed, pinching his bottom lip between his fingers as he plucked at the skin in frustration.

“Because you were trying to be a rebel.” You answered without looking up from your phone, the man obviously not liking your answer as he reached over to where you were laying beside him to pinch at your hip.

Yelping, you scooted across the mattress to get away from his hand, whining his name with a scoff before looking over at his notepad.

“What are you doing, anyway?” You asked, leaning on your palm as you scanned the rows of scribbled English letters written on the page.

“I’m trying to get better at writing.” He admitted shyly, a small grin on his face to match the fond one on your own.

“Aw,” you pouted, Yoongi raising his eyebrows at your tone, “but I like your chicken scratch.”

“You’re such a brat.” He chuckled, adjusting the velcro on his brace with a grunt.

Since Yoongi’s shoulder surgery took away obvious straining activities like dancing and performing, he’d turned to studying English from the comfort of your bed during his recovery as one of the only safe activities he could partake in for a while.

It was now one of his favorite past times, learning new words and phrases he could potentially use in the future. It worked for you both because it took his mind off the pain and kept him motivated, and since you could speak both his and your language, you could help him out whenever he got stuck on something.

Usually he did lessons verbally on his phone, but it seemed today he had taken the old fashioned route.

“Your handwriting really isn’t bad, Yoongs.” You observed, the carefully placed tails at the end of each ‘a’ making you smile out of fondness for the man.

“My man has the prettiest handwriting.” You cooed, pushing a strand of his stark black hair out of his eyes as he blushed down at his notebook.

“Stop that.”

hoseok:

“Hey, babe?” Hoseok called for you, listening to your footsteps growing closer before you popped your head into the kitchen doorway.

“Yeah?”

“I’m having a little trouble.” He gestured to his open laptop on the counter, you recognizing it as an assignment from his English course.

“What happened?”

“Pronouns. Pronouns happened.” He pouted, his disdain for the new chapter quite obvious as he stared down his computer screen.

“What about them?” You asked, stepping closer to the man sitting at the kitchen island and placing a reassuring hand on his shoulder.

“I need to make ten sentences using proper pronouns and I feel like I’m doing it all wrong.” He explained, causing you to hum as you looked over his sentences.

“These look great, Hobi.” You smiled as you glanced over the first three he’d written, flawlessly executed on the document.

“Can you help me with the next one?” He wondered, you nodding your head as you took a seat on the stool next to his.

“What do you want the next one to say?” You asked, watching as he glanced off to the side in thought, slightly squinting his eyes at the tile floor beneath the sink.

“My house is next to,” He spoke in English, pausing as he searched his brain for what pronoun to put next.

“Theys?” He answered as more of a question, then shaking his head as he switched back to Korean, “wait, no.” He sighed, placing his chin in his hand in thought before glancing over to you.

“I know it’s wrong, I just don’t know what the right answer is instead.” He explained, you shooting him a loving smile as you pushed the dark raven hair off his forehead and pressed a kiss to the newly revealed skin.

“I’ll help you, Sunshine. No worries.”

jimin:

Flopping onto the bed, you let your tired body fall on top of Jimin’s hoodie clad chest, his arm encircling your body as he mumbled a soft greeting to you.

“Hm, what are you learning about today?” You nuzzled into his chest, peering at his phone propped up on his thigh.

“Animals. Birds, mostly.” He answered, briefly turning from the screen to press a kiss to your head before focusing back on the row of English words matched with pictures of popular birds glowing from the device.

The first was a robin, the next a blue jay, and then a dove.

You listened as the virtual instructor prompted Jimin to repeat after her, spelling out the letters before stating the whole word. You smiled as your boyfriend followed instruction, pronouncing the words the best he could after the microphone chimed for him to do so.

“D-o-v-e. Dove.”

“Dove.” He repeated, smiling to himself as the app announced he got the point with a little heart.

“That’s cute.” He went back to his native language, you humming in confusion as you lifted your head up off his chest to look at him.

“The heart?” You asked, reaching up to twist a stray strand of hair out of his eye as he shook his head.

“Dove.” He said again, making you tilt your head, not knowing what he meant.

“It sounds like ‘love.’” He connected the two English words, you smiling fondly at him in response before scooting up the bed to kiss the tip of his button nose.

“You’re so cute.”

taehyung:

Three knocks at the door announced someone’s arrival to your bedroom, causing your head to lift from the novel you’d been so immersed in. Taehyung was home, but you’d wanted to give him space because you knew he needed to work on lyrics for his mixtape in order to submit them on time.

“Hey,” he poked his head in with a small smile, “can you help me with something?” He asked sheepishly, stepping further into the room when you nodded.

“Of course. What is it?” You set your book down, marking your place before closing it to pay full attention to your boyfriend.

“Well, I’m trying to write this verse in English and,” he trailed off with a shrug, “you know.” He finished, you nodding in response with a gesture for him to come sit next to you.

He eagerly walked over to you with his notebook in hand, lowering himself to the mattress before rolling his way over to where you were leaning against the headboard.

Honestly, Taehyung’s English wasn’t bad at all. He was insecure about it, but you’d never really understood what the reason for that feeling was. His vocabulary was more than decent, his comprehension was good, and his pronunciation was great for having such a thick accent.

But there were many times where Taehyung came to you for guidance, as you were a native English speaker yourself.

And so, as he rested his head on your shoulder confiding in you about everything he wanted to say and how he wanted to say it, you patiently took him through what would work and rhyme best, smiling as he hummed the melody to himself to see if the phrases would work in his creation.

jungkook:

“Baby, can you read it to me again before we go on? Just one more time.”

You glanced over at your boyfriend in his makeup chair, several employees bustling around the man as they attempted to get him ready to go on stage while they had him seated.

With his arm extended backward to where you stood behind his leather chair, he offered his phone to you while shooting you a grin through the reflection in the mirror.

Taking the device from his hand, you opened it to the notes app where he’d written what he wanted to say in his statement on stage in just a few minutes.

You were in London tonight, which meant that all of the boys had been rehearsing their English so that they could communicate easier with their audience.

Jungkook, ever the over-achiever, was determined to do the toughest English tongue twister he could possibly find. Not only that, but in a British accent for his British ARMY’s.

“Betty bought a bit of better butter to make her bitter butter better.” You read from the phone, barely able to read the sentence yourself before you glanced up at Jungkook through the mirror again.

You watched your boyfriend nod as his brain took in the words you’d just said, taking a deep inhale before he began speaking the phrase back to you.

You gawked as the man effortlessly repeated after you, a few of the makeup artists stopping as well as Jungkook raised his eyebrows back at you.

“Was that okay?”

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hyunpic · 4 years ago

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Sorry if this is annoying, but just wanted to ask for some people to follow You love too x

@jiminswn i love alice, she is just the sweetest soul ever. i love talking with her about everything, hearing about her day and just scream over the boys together with her. she never fails to make me smile and even tho we haven’t been friends for that long, i feel like i can share everything with her because she won’t judge. i just adore her and i wish her all the good and happy things in the life because she is an angel who deserves it.

@taemaknae nicole is SOOOOO creative, im always so amazed because of her graphics. she spreads positivity to people around her and i love her for that. i always look forward to her weekly positive vibes messages, they are the cutest.

@kimchitae actually one of the funniest people, i always giggle because of her tags, the way her brain works im...... - would like to get to know her better! and i love when she checks up on me when tae has played his games and im dying

also i want to mention these amazing people who make me really happy when i see them on my dash. i havent spoken to them that much but i wish that happens in the future and they deserve appreciation and love: @naturaljeon @seokjinsslutdrop @seokjinsslutdrop @namkook @joenns @flowerkth @floraljoons @parkmins @kyeomtae @yoong-i @vante-love @kooksmos @cherryjk @penicillinjimin @moonpjms

#anons #i will add more but these are the ones i remember now

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smileyoongle · 5 years ago

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Tsundere BTS! In Love With The Best Friend Part Two

So you can find the first part in the masterlist in my bio. It was hella angst and I thought I'll just leave it at that. But recently, someone asked me if I was doing a part two and I couldn't say no. Cause I'm a sucker for happy endings so... LET'S GET IT?!

Kim Seokjin:

Jin's legs automatically took him towards you, his eyes staring at you with guilt and relief, all at the same time. You were sat under a tree with a notebook in your lap, scribbling furiously in it. It had been a week since he last spoke to you, the bitter memory bringing immense pain to his heart. He had continuously ignored you since that night, not even glancing at you in the classroom. But he figured it was too much. Especially after he heard rumours of your breakup. He assumed that they were just stupid and fake rumours but when he saw you all alone in the cafeteria one day, he knew he was wrong. Gathering all his courage and throwing all his anger out of the window, he decided that he needed to be there for you, no matter what.

Jin quietly sat down beside you, pursing his lips when he saw you stealing glances at him. Your body language was pretty clear. You didn't wanna talk to him. He sighed and nudged you. "Y/N?"

You shifted a little away from him, not even daring to look at his face. A pang of guilt washed over Jin, his eyes wandering around the huge yard in front of the university where he studied with you. With a deep breath, he gently held your arm and leaned closer to you.

"Y/N. Talk to me, please. I know what I did was wrong but you have to talk to me. I can't fix this if you don't."

You clenched your jaw and yanked your hand away from him.

The audacity.

You quickly shoved your books in your bag and zipped it shut, standing up to leave. But Jin was persistent. He didn't like the way he left things with you. No matter how much he loved you, he was your best friend since forever.

"Walking away from me isn't gonna help-"

"And you're the one saying that? Are you kidding me right now?!" You snapped, glaring at Jin with your bloodshot eyes. Jin's lips parted as he took in your face. You looked so broken. All because of him.

"You're the one who walked away, Jin. Not me. You didn't even let me tell you that I love you too. Probably more than you do. You just...you just left me alone. When I needed you." You said, your voice cracking as you muttered the three words that were supposed to make everyone's heart flutter. And they did make Jin's heart flutter. He wanted to slap himself for treating you like that. He was ashamed of himself. Even after hearing what he always wanted to hear, he was unable to reply to you. And that made you scoff. You shook your head and let out a bitter chuckle, turning on your heel to walk away from him for good.

"I love you more than you know. And I want you to stay so that I can make it right. Will you stay?"

There he was. The Kim Seokjin that you knew. Always so straightforward. You turned around to face him with slightly widened eyes. You both knew that your relationship had missed a chance and if it happened again, it would turn into a lifelong regret. You bit your lip and glanced at the grass beneath your feet, your fingers fiddling with the strap of your bag.

"I don't-"

His lips immediately pressed against yours. It took everything in him to do this but Jin knew that you were a sucker for PDA. He wanted to get used to it for you. Your eyes remained closed after he pulled away, his soft breathing fanning your face as your heart thumped loudly.

"I'll stay."

Kim Namjoon:

Namjoon glanced at your blank face, wondering what was going through your mind. You had been awfully quiet since the morning, and it didn't suit you at all. Namjoon had probably asked you a hundred times but you shrugged it off, like it was nothing. But he knew better. If something was bothering you then it had to be important.

It was your weekly movie night with Namjoon but all you could think about was how you made a fool of yourself the night before. It irked you and you really wanted to ask him why he didn't mention it.

That's because he doesn't feel the same way.

"Y/N, this is getting annoying. Can you please just-"

"Why don't you love me?"

The words escaped your mouth and surprisingly, you felt no regrets. Namjoon's eyebrows raised at you in question, clearly confused by your sudden mood. You were so in your head that you hadn't even noticed the tear that had fallen down your cheek. You whipped your head towards him, your arms crossed before your chest.

"Why didn't you tell me that I confessed to you last night? It's probably because you don't love me back but please, Namjoon, I need you to tell me that before I lose my mind." You begged, your voice cracking as more tears cascaded down your cheeks. Namjoon was dumbfounded. How did you know? Unless you weren't drunk.

He closed his eyes and breathed deeply. So it wasn't just your drunk words. You really meant it. Namjoon's heart did a little flip and he wondered if this was normal.

"I thought you were drunk." He stated, opening his eyes again to see you crying and wiping your nose. You shook your head while attempting to calm yourself down. Why the fuck were you crying?

Namjoon gulped and willed himself to hug you. You needed it, even though he didn't know why. He awkwardly wrapped his arms around you and pulled you against his chest, your gasp making him wince.

"Is this okay?" He asked, placing his chin on your head. You chuckled and nodded, wrapping your arms around his waist. Namjoon smiled at the warmth that was spreading through his chest. It felt too nice and he wanted to stay like this forever. He cleared his throat and rubbed your back, mentally cheering himself up to finally let out everything that he wanted to say.

"I was scared that you were saying that just because you were drunk. It's not that I don't...you know...want you more than a best friend. I just didn't think I stood a chance. You're just..way too good for me."

You immediately pulled away and gave him a look of disbelief, lightly hitting his shoulder. Namjoon frowned and tilted his head. Did he say something wrong?

"You made me cry and-fuck, Namjoon. I was so scared that you didn't love me back." You shook your head, wiping away the remaining tears. You looked at your best friend who was sheepishly rubbing the back of his neck and grabbed his collar before placing your lips on his. Namjoon's eyes widened but he relaxed as you moved your lips against his. His eyes closed and his hands moved to your waist, kissing you back. You pulled away eventually and rested your forehead against his.

Namjoon grinned at you, making you smiled.

"Can we do that, like…. again and again?"

Min Yoongi:

Yoongi stormed into the house he shared with you, his heart pounding. But not because of any positive feelings. He had met your friend for a date he had planned, only to find out that you had told her about your feelings for Yoongi. For a second, Yoongi had thought that maybe it was all true. But then he realised that maybe you were just fooling around. Because how did you suddenly develop feelings for Yoongi on the very day that he had his date?

"Y/N!" He called out, entering the living room where you were sitting on the couch. You winced and stood up, putting on a fake smile as you turned to face your best friend. "Hey yoongs, you're back-"

"What the fuck did you do? Why did you lie to Jaehee about you having some kind of feelings for me?" He asked, gritting his teeth.

You gulped, a bit surprised at how angry he was. Because Yoongi had never raised his voice at you before. You bit your lip and looked down at the floor, not knowing if you should just tell him the truth or not. Judging from the way he reacted, he clearly was looking forward to this date. And you ruined it.

"Cat got your tongue? It's okay, I'll tell you why you did it. You did it because you just couldn't take it anymore, could you? You couldn't see me happy and moving on with my life because for once, I wasn't giving you enough attention. For once, I wasn't here to see you cry after another guy stood you-"

You narrowed your eyes at him in disbelief, your heart aching as tears pricked your eyes. But you couldn't take it anymore. You couldn't hear his bullshit anymore.

"Fuck you, Yoongi. Fuck you! This is what you assumed? After years of knowing me, you think I only wanted your attention? You didn't even think that maybe I didn't lie to Jaehee? That maybe I really did feel something for you. I fucking get it that you won't ever feel like that towards me but you don't get to stand there and say crap about me whilst I stand here, crying over you going off with a girl who isn't me!"

Your sobs filled the room as you covered your face, your chest heaving as you gasped occasionally. Yoongi swallowed thickly and fixed his eyes on the floor. He wasn't expecting this at all. He felt really stupid for saying those things but he was angry. Angry at you for making him feel like you didn't care. But he was wrong. And now he knew that.

As your cries died down, you sniffled and wiped your face, getting ready to go into your room and lock yourself.

"I love you. This date didn't mean anything to me." Your eyes widened slightly as you gaped at Yoongi, his dark eyes watching you, begging you for forgiveness. Your lack of response made him move closer to you as he continued.

"I shouldn't have said any of that stuff. But you can't blame me for being mad at you, Y/N. I watched you pick all those guys, not even giving me a second glance. What was I supposed to think?" He said, hesitantly moving his hand towards your cheek. This was the first time you were seeing Yoongi being so expressive. He had never even held your hand properly, always keeping his warm side locked up in a closet.

"I was scared I'd lose you if I said anything."

Yoongi shook his head and pulled you into a hug, wrapping his arms firmly around you. He rocked you side to side, burying his face in your neck.

"We're both idiots for assuming shit. Lesson learned. But I think I love you more. Not that this is a competition or anything."

Jung Hoseok:

"Hoseok…"

The young man turned around on hearing his name, his eyes widening on seeing your face as he clutched the umbrella tightly. Rain poured over you, drenching you from head to toe but nothing could hide the fact that you were crying. It had been days since you had been trying to search for Hoseok, not once getting any hint. No one ever opened the door when you rang the bell, no one ever picked up the phone when you called him and no one ever responded to your messages. Your life had become a mess but you didn't wanna give up until Hoseok told you why he was so mad at you.

"Y/N ...what are you doing here?" Hoseok said over the rain, taking a step closer to you. Something inside you broke on hearing his voice and you threw yourself in his arms, not caring that you were completely wet. Hoseok gasped softly at the sudden contact but he eventually wrapped an arm around you, holding the umbrella over both of your heads. You sobbed into his chest, making him confused and sad. Who hurt you?

The thought made him angry. Hell, he knew he shouldn't have left you like that. It was too cruel. "What's wrong? Did someone hurt you? You shouldn't be out in the rain like this, you'll get sick." He softly scolded, feeling his clothes becoming damp and sticking to his skin. You abruptly stopped crying and pulled away, your teary eyes glaring at him with whatever emotions you could gather.

"'What's wrong?' Are you really asking me that? Where have you been? I have been looking for you day and night! You never responded to my calls either. I was so-"

"Why were you looking for me?" You stopped ranting, gaping at his sudden question. And suddenly, the realisation hit you too. Why were you looking for him?

To confess. To tell him that you needed him by your side. And you had to let him know before things escalated again. You took in a deep shaky breath and clenched your fists.

"I was looking for you because I wanted to tell you that...I love you. And I need you…"

Hoseok felt his heart beating faster. This was only something that he dreamed of.

"I don't know what I did to make you hate me but-"

"I don't hate you. I never can." He interrupted you, all his walls breaking down around him. You frowned at him, your confusion very evident. "Then why'd you leave?" You asked, not being able to understand anything. Hoseok closed his eyes and sighed. Cause he was a fucking fool.

"Misunderstandings do that, I guess. When you said you liked someone…"

"I was talking about you." You stated, slowly getting hold of the situation. Hoseok nodded, finally giving you a small smile before stepping forward and cupping your cheek. He rested his forehead against yours and looked at you like you were his everything. Your cheeks warmed up and you bit your lip, blushing harder when he kissed your forehead. "I love you."

You sneezed in response, earning a laugh from him as he held your hand and started leading you towards his apartment.

"Can't have you catching a cold now, can we? I don't find the idea of cuddling your sick self very appealing."

Park Jimin:

At first when Jimin saw you at the bar, he thought it was just his mind playing tricks. You were supposed to be on your date. But when he heard your voice, whining and complaining to the bartender about something, he understood that it was indeed, you. He excused himself from his group of friends, who understandingly nodded at him on spotting you.

"Am I that ugly? Or am I too clingy? Do I really-"

"Y/N, what the fuck are you doing here?"

You flinched and turned around to see Jimin glaring at you. He hated it when you got yourself drunk. It never ended well but thankfully, he saw you before you could even get started. You had tears running down your cheeks and a pout on your red lips, your lilac velvet dress making you look like you definitely belonged in the club. You narrowed your eyes at him and clenched your jaw. "What is it to you?"

Jimin wasn't liking your attitude at all. He gritted his teeth and rushed closer to you, holding your arm in a firm grip.

"It's everything to me. Now come on, I'm taking you home." He said, dragging you outside and ignoring your protests. Just as he reached his car, you yanked your arm away from him, your eyes watering as you pouted, an indication that you were going to cry. Strangely, Jimin found it beyond adorable. You just looked so sad that he wanted to hide you in his arms forever. Too bad you were going on dates with people who weren't him.

"Are you going to cry?" He asked, rolling his eyes and crossing his arms. He leaned against his car, hoping to just get over with the night before he ended up kissing you. You were just insanely beautiful.

You shook your head furiously at first before changing your mind and nodding. Jimin bit the inside of his cheek to keep himself from smiling at you. His heart was already doing things to make him flustered. He sighed and opened the passenger door of the car, nudging his head for you to get in. You broke down into tears all of a sudden and ended up going to hug him. Jimin frowned, his heart doing that weird fuzzy thing. You continued to cry in his arms, holding the collar of his black shirt and gasping occasionally.

"Y/N, why are you crying?" Jimin asked, awkwardly wrapping his arms around you. If anything, he was the one who should have been crying. But now that Jimin thought about it, maybe your date stood you up or something? That's why you were at the club, right?

"Because you don't wanna go out with me." You hiccuped, clutching his collar harder. Jimin closed his eyes and sighed. "Y/N I told you-"

It was rather ironic. You were like an open book. Everyone knew everything about you but you always managed to be so unpredictable. Because the next thing Jimin knew, your lips were pressed against his. He was shocked but this was what he wanted. So he gave in, cupping your wet cheeks and kissing you like he meant it. Because he did.

"The date was supposed to be between you and me, you idiot." You mumbled against his lips, whining when he pulled away and looked at you with a deep frown. And that's when everything hit him. Of course. Of course, he didn't know. Cause he didn't let you speak. Jimin shook his head, leaning his forehead against yours and mumbling a string of apologies. You giggled, pressing a chaste kiss to his lips that made him smile. He wiped away your tears and intertwined your hands.

"How about I take you on a date right now? You can blast music on the speakers and sing at the top of your lungs with the windows down even if it's embarrassing."

Kim Taehyung:

Taehyung ran up the stairs, his breathing heavy and his heart panicking. He could feel the fear coursing through his veins. The fear of losing you so far that he won't ever see you again. It had been two weeks since that terrible terrible night and Taehyung refused to talk to you. But it wasn't his fault. He was only trying to keep his distance so that he wouldn't fall for you further.

He was working his shift at the local theatre in town where you worked with him. It was time to close when you walked up to him and handed him a small piece of paper before rushing towards the roof. Taehyung frowned and looked at your disappearing back before glancing at the paper.

"I'm sorry for everything, Tae. I mean it."

And within seconds, his feet were taking him up to the roof. He had a very bad feeling about this. He should have just talked everything out with you. He was a fucking idiot.

Taehyung pushed the door open, his heart lurching to his throat on seeing you sitting on the ledge.

"Y/N!" He yelled and ran to you, grabbing your arm and lifting you up. You yelped and hissed, surprised at Taehyung's actions.

"Have you lost your mind?! What were you thinking?" He scolded you, your frown deepening on hearing him. You glanced at the ledge and you realised that Taehyung had got the wrong idea. You let out a chuckle.

"No matter how sad I am, I am not gonna jump off a small building which is gonna do nothing but break my bones." You said, making him sigh in relief. Taehyung pinched the bridge of his nose, taking deep breaths to keep himself from lashing out on you. With a cold gaze, he turned to you, handing you the paper you had given him.

"Explain this." He said, crossing his arms over his chest. You were conflicted on what to say because for all you knew, Taehyung could walk away without listening to you if you gave him a stupid explanation.

"I broke up with him." You said, biting your lip and glancing at your shoes. A wince took over when you heard Taehyung groan in frustration. He felt guilty, all of a sudden. "Y/N, what I said that night, I didn't mean to meddle-"

"Maybe I want you to meddle. You know, I was stupid enough to not realize how I felt but my ex did. Actually, he broke up with me after telling me that I couldn't love anyone as much as I loved you."

Taehyung stood speechless, absolutely not expecting this from you. All this time, he had been trying to hate you for making him feel things. His heart ached after hearing your answer that night but now, he couldn't have asked for more. Your breath hitched when Taehyung moved closer to you and cupped your cheek, his warm hand providing you relief on this cold night. You closed your eyes and leaned into his touch, Taehyung's eyes trained on your lips. "Can I kiss you?" He asked, a soft whisper fading into the breeze as his breath fanned your face. You didn't open your eyes, simply nodding at him to do as he pleased. His soft lips pressed against yours, breathing you in and sending you into a daze. The kiss was sweet and short, your lips aching for more after he pulled away. "I'm not saying I wanna kiss you again but-"

You rolled your eyes at his attempt to redeem his personality.

"Shut up." You mumbled and pulled him in for another kiss, savoring the way he tasted.

Jeon Jungkook:

Jungkook leaned on the front door, his back facing you as his chest heaved. He was trying his best to not be angry but you had messed him up by bringing Trevor home. Not even a week had passed and you were already trying to rile him up. Of course, Jungkook was still in love with you. You can't just lose your feelings so quickly. So he went and kicked Trevor out before that fuckboy could get his hands on you. And now you stood with your arms crossed, waiting for Jungkook to give you an explanation.

"I thought you didn't care." You mocked, giving him a taste of his own words. Jungkook sighed, slowly turning around to give you the coldest glare possible.

"I don't. But this is my house too. And he's not welcome here." Jungkook replied, breaking your heart. You hated Jungkook for acting like he didn't have any emotions. He always covered everything up, making you feel like you were friends with a robot. How you fell for him was beyond you. You narrowed your eyes at him, slowly nodding.

"Alright then. I'll just go over to his house since you don't care." You declared, walking straight past him to leave the house. You didn't actually wanna leave, you just wanted Jungkook to break his walls down. Your attitude was making things worse and Jungkook swore he hadn't felt this angry before. He gripped your wrist firmly, preventing you from walking out on him. You almost smiled at your accomplishment but it wasn't over yet.

"Let me go." You demanded, trying to pry his fingers off your skin. Jungkook only tightened his hold in response, shaking his head stiffly. You scoffed before turning to him and holding his hand with your other one, pushing it away with all your might. "I said let me go, Jungkook. You said you don't fucking care so let me go and get laid. What is it to you anyway?" You provoked him, getting excited on seeing his jaw clench. With one harsh tug, you were tumbling into his arms. Jungkook's piercing gaze made you shiver but you had to ask.

"Why do you love me?"

Jungkook pursed his lips, unable to bring himself to answer you. How could he answer that question anyway? There were too many things. When he didn't respond, you continued your interrogation, your voice dripping with desperation and confusion.

"You're Jeon Jungkook. And I'm just another girl who people don't really know. You have all these girls who want you-"

"And I want you."

Jungkook confessed, mirroring your confusion. He didn't think you thought about yourself so lowly. In his eyes, you were the most interesting girl, never dressing to impress, never begging for attention. You were just you. And he loved you.

"All I want is for you to want me back. There is nothing I wouldn't do for you. Yeah maybe jumping into the fire is an exception. Also, I'm not sure I can hold your hand around-"

You shut him up by kissing his cheek before grinning at him. "I want you. And I want you to hold my hand in front of everyone. Because I'm yours." You said, leaning into his chest as he slowly grinned at you, his bunny like gesture making you swoon. He shook his head before hugging you.

"Fine. I'll make an exception for you."

This gif is so gorgeous.... anyway, please don't come @me. I know this imagine is not tsundere anymore but sorry. I kinda lost the flow and this was long time pending.

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euphoricpixi3 · 6 years ago

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Yandere! BTS reaction to their s/o being innocent ☾

The request: Hello sweetie can you do a yandere bts reaction of their s/o being innocent/pure.

I don’t care that it;s midnight and I haven’t prepared for my tests, I had so much fun with this!

☾ ☾ ☾

Kim Seokjin:

His fingers traced down the curves of your body as the sunlight tried getting into your room through the curtains. The world is as silence as if it ended in the night, only the soft breathing of yours is heard. He stops for a second as you start stirring. “Morning, jagi” he whispers. You wiggled your arms out from the bed sheets and used your fingers to rub your eyes before finally lifting your eyelids. “It’s so early” you complained, though a small smile pulled at the corners of your lips. You shiver when Jin’s fingers strokes your bare chest, only then you remember what happened only few hours before. You gasp completely tugging the bed sheets over your body. Jin’s laughter echoes through the room. “Jagi, I’ve seen you naked” you groan burying your red face into the crook of his neck. “No no. Go back to sleep Seokjin. We’ll talk when we fully dressed”

Min Yoongi: “Yoongs, come here!” you yelled from the kitchen. You heard the bedroom’s door open knowing he was probably taking a nap before. “What is it?” he asked groggily, not noticing what clothes you were wearing. “Come, taste this” you said happily motioning to the frosting you were making for the Jimin’s birthday cake. He crunched his nose, since he wasn’t the biggest fan of sweets. You frowned at his face before putting your own finger in it, then licking it. “it’s not too sweet! Why are you frowning?” you asked. After not hearing the answer you look up confused. Yoongi is frozen, his eyes running up and down your body, his mouth shaped into an “o”. “Is there something wrong?” you ask innocently wanting to move past him, so you could see yourself in the mirror. “You have no idea what you’re doing to me” he whispers tugging you closer to him. You feel Yoongi’s hot breath on your neck then tender brush of lips. You take a step back confused “Did I just turn you on by tasting frosting?”. He licks his lips before answering “You know, they say your juice tastes like whatever you ate that day. Can’t wait to taste you, jagi”. “Juice?” you frown. The heck is he talking about. In seconds your eyes get bigger making him laugh and fall in love with you even more “You pervert!”

Kim Namjoon:

You and Namjoon were both laying in the bed lazily as the rain fell in crazy chaotic drops. Your eyes were running through the lines of words as you kept turning page after the page of the book you had started reading that day. You giggled as Namjoon’s hands started to roam around your sides making you move in his embrace. “Namjoon, stop! It tickles!” you laugh, poking his arm with your free hand. He groaned as you accidentally shifted on his lap, making him get a boner. A loud gasp left your mouth, the second you felt something poking you. “Is that..Did I just..OH MY GOD” you squealed standing up, throwing him a pillow to cover it up. Namjoon started to laugh as you covered your eyes. “Is it over yet?” you asked slowly, glimpsing through your fingers. “Oh baby, it won’t disappear until I take care of it” before he could say anything else you ran out of the room. “Ah you and your innocent soul” he whispered under his breath.

Jung Hoseok:

You had always complained about how bored you get alone especially on those late evenings when missing Hobi made things even more complicated. That’s why you had decided to tag along to his late dance session. The actual plan was to only observe Hobi, but after few hours you stood up and jokingly shouted “You suck!”. He chuckled knowing you were probably getting bored. But the moment you yelled that you could do better, his dominant side revealed itself “Oh really?” he raised his eyebrow “Prove it”. Knowing how shy actually were, it surprised him once you pushed him out of the center and starting moving your hips, then your whole body. He stood completely still, already getting a boner. On the other hand, you couldn’t help but start laughing. “I can’t believe I still remember this routine…You alright?” you asked walking to him, completely unaware of the emotions you made run through his body. Blush rushed to your cheeks once you noticed his boner. “Baby, cover up!” you giggled like a little kid. Hoseok chuckled wrapping his arms around you as you tried looking anywhere but him. He loved this innocent side of you.

Park Jimin:

You were walking through the empty streets of Seoul, hand in hand drowning in the comfortable silence. Jimin would turn his head to you once every moment. And those moments would be secured in his heart forever because whenever you would feel his gaze on you, with reddish cheeks you would look down, kicking a rock or two. His stomach would turn around every single time. The innocence you had made him fall in love with you, it made him cherish you. You squealed as the rain drops started to fall, hitting the dirty pavement breaking the silence. He frowned as you let go of his hand, turning around, holding your arms in the air. “What are you doing?” he asked confused. You laughed before looking at him “Dance with me under the falling rain, Jimin” he shrugged his shoulders before joining you. Both of you start running, Jimin is a little bit concerned that you were going to hurt yourself, but he forgets it all as your cold lips touches his. The innocent you held was his treasure making him love you an easy task. You didn’t need much, just Jimin and the love you see in movies.

Kim Taehyung: Taehyung dragged you to your bedroom before pushing you softly onto your bed. You looked at him puzzled as you saw him walking to your closet and pulling out a huge box. “What do you have in that box?” you ask as he plops down next to you. “Close your eyes!” his cheeky smile is the last thing you see before closing your eyes. You hear him take out something before it lands in your hands. You start to touch it bravely as you hear him say it’s not anything alive. You frown and ask confused. “Tae, is this a freaking banana? Don’t tell me you have a box of fruits in our closet because I swear to God..” he giggles before telling you to open your eyes. You shriek as you see it’s definitely not a banana you were holding but a dildo. “KIM TAEHYU..” you don’t finish your sentence as you gawk at the box filled with sex toys. You fall onto your bed, pulling the sheets over your head. “You’re evil! Why would you do this to me!” Taehyung laughs as he gets under the sheets facing you. You think it’s over before he shoves another dildo into your face. “Look, this one is your favorite color!”. A loud squeal escapes you mouth before you throw it out of his hands. “Stop!” you whine before Taehyung wraps his arms around you. “Ah, so innocent”

Jeon Jeongguk:

It was your weekly movie marathon, nestled on your comfy sofa, cozy with a blanket, eyes glued to the TV in front of you. You were always happy with the choice of movie, no matter who picked it, you or Jungkook. Tonight it was your picked movie, but it had far too many intimate scenes. You quietly groaned at yet another scene, where the sound of clapping bodies filled your room, it didn’t help that the volume was so loud that it seemed like the windows were vibrating also. Jungkook noticed the way your body didn’t feel as relaxed under his touch as it was before. “Is there something wrong?” he asked, his bambi eyes staring into yours. You shook your head before smiling. He shrugged his shoulders before getting back his attention to the movie. Only seconds later, your head was buried deep into his neck, making him feel ticklish as your hot breath hit his neck. You felt his chest vibrate as he laughed. “You were the one who picked this movie, love” you poked his chest groaning “I know! I would’ve picked something else! Maybe the little mermaid or something” he grinned at your innocence before kissing your nose, then your lips. Your innocence made him feel proud to call you his. “Let’s change the movie. I didn’t like the male actor anyway”

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