#allergic hoseok

[setsuuestsu]

Rabbit Be With You 🐰

Pairing: Sope (romantic)

Sickie: Hoseok

Caretaker: Yoongi

Yoongi watches as Hoseok kneels at eye level by Flop’s cage.

“Hyung-ah, he’s so cute.” Hoseok cooes. “This is my first time being so close to a bunny.”

“Just be careful.” Yoongi warns. “Bunnies can be ruthless if they want to be. They just hide it under all this fluff and pudge.”

Hoseok pauses. “Kinda like my Jungkookie?”

Yoongi nods. “Exactly like your Jungkookie.”

Hoseok sighs. “I hope Flop loves our home forever and ever.”

Then, Hoseok’s face gets all pouty in the way that Yoongi thinks is kinda hot. “What is Flop gonna want to do? Do you think he’s gonna sleep this entire time? Will he even want to play with me? What if he thinks I’m hideous?”

The younger pauses. “And what are we even gonna feed him?”

“Uhhh …” Yoongi tries to wrack his brain for any loose rabbit knowledge. “Carrots?”

It makes Hoseok laugh, which was obviously his intention all along.

“I wish Flop could stay with us.” Hoseok murmurs, flopping dramatically onto the floor next to Flop’s cage. After a moment, he gets to his feet and lifts the unnecessarily large rabbit in his arms. “If only we weren’t fostering him.”

He buries his face into Flop’s fur, as if to give Yoongi an accurate representation as to how miserable he is going to be without Flop to look after.

Yoongi snaps a quick picture to discreetly set as his wallpaper later on. “Well, at least we’re able to foster him for three days. The landlord should be here in a week, so at least the demonspawn will be out of here before hand.”

But then he hears a small sniffle.

At first, he thinks the younger is crying so he walks over to where Hoseok is crouched and pats him on the back.

”It’s okay, it’s okay, I know you want to keep the bunny.” Yoongi says, trying to calm the younger down (and panicking himself). “We can ask Jin for help since he, for god knows what reason, has all this blackmail on the landlord.”

For Hoseok, Yoongi would absolutely be ready to adopt this bunny.

Hoseok sniffles again and when he still doesn’t get a response, Yoongi frowns. “Seok? Are you alright?”

Hoseok gives him a look. “I’m not crying, hyung.”

Welp.

“There’s no witnesses, so it didn’t happen.” Yoongi insists, stamping his foot, not unlike a fussy child. But then he furrows his brow and looks at Hoseok. “Are you alright?”

Hoseok looks surprised at being called out, plopping Flop back down in the large cage where the large rabbit promptly passes out. “I’m fine, why do you ask?”

”You’re sniffling. Are you getting sick?”

Hoseok sniffles and gives his nose a small rub. “No, I don’t think so. I just got a little itchy for a moment there.”

The elder shrugs. “Alright. What did you want to do now?”

“Cuddle with Floppie forever!”

Yoongi deadpans. “Other than that. Pick something reasonable.”

Hoseok sniffles again, scrubbing at his nose. His nose is getting a pink hue to it now and Yoongi knows that something is going on.

“Are you sure that you’re feeling alright?” Yoongi asks, moving to feel Hoseok’s forehead for a fever. He’s not warm, so that’s a relief.

He’s met with a pout. “Hyungie, I’m fine. You don’t have to ask this much, you know.”

But then, Hoseok is sneezing. He’s nearly bent over at the waist, turned away from Flop’s cage so as to not sneeze on the bunny. Yoongi immediately grabs him a tissue to which Hoseok blows his nose a few times.

A few tissues later, Hoseok looks up at him with bleary, watery eyes and blinks a few times. “I don’t know where that came from.”

Yoongi thinks. The pollen count outside is low, so it can’t be that. He knows Hoseok dusts the apartment religiously, so it can’t be that since their apartment is sparkling clean, so much so that it’s not uncommon for Taehyung to use that as his excuse to eat off of the floor. There’s no strong scents of candles or new perfumes in the apartment and there’s no animals arou—

Shit.

He turns as he hears Hoseok sneeze a few more times in rapid succession and his poor Seok is red in the nose and his eyes are watering so much.

“Seok. Come.”

Hoseok wrinkles his nose, which causes him to let out a soft sneeze. “I’m not a dog, you know.”

Yoongi huffs and drags Hoseok (gently) to their bedroom. “Sit. I’ll grab your antihistamines.”

“What?” the younger questions. “Why would I need those?”

“The dander.” Yoongi says. “From the living Build-A-Bear.”

Hoseok huffs. “The rabbit has a name, you know.” He sniffles and rubs at his nose again.

“Stop that.” Yoongi scolds gently. “You were just holding him. Go take a shower and wash up. I’ll leave the meds here for you for when you’re done. I have to find someone else to take care of this thing.”

“No!” Hoseok exclaims, but then falls into a fit of coughing afterwards. “We’re Flop’s parents! We have to adopt him, hyung! Please?”

Yoongi sighs. “First off, we can’t keep pets because of the landlord. Second, you’re allergic. And third, I don’t want to clean up shit all the time.”

Hoseok gives him a teary look for a hot second until he has to turn to the side to sneeze.

“We’re only fostering for now. Can we keep him? Just until we find his forever home?” Hoseok pleads, sniffly.

“Hell no. Who knows how long that is?”

As if it’s magic, Yoongi’s phone buzzes with a message. He quickly reads it and maybe there is a God after all.

“Someone put in an offer for Flop.”

Hoseok looks crestfallen, but Yoongi isn’t going to sacrifice his boyfriend’s health for a stupid rabbit who he will absolutely not miss at all.

Yoongi continues reading the message from the shelter. “It’s some kid named Soobin. Apparently he needs emotional support after having to deal with his four roommates?”

Hoseok nods numbly, sniffling, then sitting onto the bed. “I guess it’s better that Flop will have a good home …”

Yoongi pats the younger on the shoulder. “Go say goodbye. Flop’s leaving in an hour and you should go shower.”

“An hour?!”

And he’s gone.

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Instead of showering or taking the antihistamines, Hoseok spends his last hour with Flop with his face buried in the bunny’s fur, only changing positions to sneeze frequently and handing the bunny off to Yoongi for breaks to blow his nose.

“Hyungie, I really want a dog.” Hoseok comments after sniffling.

Yoongi gives him a look. “What kind?”

The younger grins. “Guess?”

The elder huffs. “Does it have wings?”

“No.”

At least it’s not a bird. “A tail?”

“Yes!”

“Does it walk slowly?” If it walks slowly, maybe Yoongi will get along with this pet.

“Nope!”

Oh shit. “Does it have legs?”

“No.”

“Does it swim?”

Hoseok grins. “It does!”

Please don’t be a shark. “Shark?”

“Hell no.”

“Jellyfish?”

“Where would we—“

Hoseok sighs once he realizes Yoongi is done guessing. “I was going to say a goldfish …”

A fish Yoongi can deal with.

At least then Hoseok wouldn’t have to worry about anything.

(Until Yoongi misplaces the fish one day)

[magicshop]

J-HOPE | 'Hip Hop' ON THE STREET🕺

[crystalsnow95z]

This was a request for Jimin to have a sneezy allergic reaction that turned into a cold that he tried to cover up, but the original question post won't let me save any edits 😔

I’m so sorry it took so long..I kept rewriting it because it just seemed awful to me and it got to the point where I pulled out my laptop so I could freely move paragraphs and delete scenes more easily. I'm sorry if in the process it got messed up, I'm going to edit it after posting because if i don't, it'll never leave my drafts.

"Are you sure you'll be okay?" Taehyung asks Jimin for the fourth time since they started their journey to their next filming location.

"Yes Taehyung-Ah, I'll be fine. I spoke to a doctor about it and got a special medication and air filtering mask to use when we aren't filming. I can handle a few cats.." Jimin speaks confidently, reaching over to take Taehyung's hand. "Will you be okay with how humid it's going to be?"

"I'll be uncomfortable, but I'll be okay. I'll just be sure to drink a lot of water." Taehyung squeezes Jimin's hand. "Don't worry about me. Just worry about yourself."

"Alright, as long as you're sure. Oh! Jimin-ah the place we're staying has a pool so we can cool off after shooting, and staff say we'll be free to do whatever we want at night." Taehyung switches subject to a brighter one.

"A nice night swim sounds amazing.." Jungkook joins in with a yawn, lifting his head from Jimin's shoulder. "What time is it?"

"Ah youre awake Gukkie. Did you sleep well?" Jimin asks, trying to re-fluff Jungkook's hair from where he was lying on it, smiling fondly. "It looks like it.."

"Yeah...I was listening to that audiobook Namjoonie-hyung recommended but I ended up falling asleep." Jungkook says rubbing his eyes, checking the time on his phone. "Oh we're gonna be landing soon..our arrival time is 9:15, it's already nine! Did you take the medicine already Jimin-sii?"

"Aish..I almost forgot.. thanks Jungkook-ah.." Jimin digs in his carry-on bag, eyes widening when he realizes he had the wrong bottle in his hands. Sh*t.. I grabbed my usual allergy medicine out of habit instead of the new one I went to the doctor for..

"What's wrong Jimin-ah?" Taehyung asks, concerned when he sees Jimin's face fall into a frown. "Do you not have it?"

"No, no I have medicine..I just noticed I forgot something at home, but it's fine." Jimin takes one of the pills, swallowing it down with a grimace.

"Here, have some water Jiminie." Taehyung offers his water to Jimin a bottle of water. Who takes a drink.

"Thanks, Tete.." Jimin washed the pill down, passing it to Jungkook who was reaching with eager hands. I hope it'll be enough.. I don't want to be the one to ruin the music video. Maybe there won't be as many cats around...

"Oh wow..this place really does have as any many cats as it people here!" Jungkook exclaims, watching the cats wandering the market.

"There's actually more cats than people here.." Yoongi corrects him, stepping closer to Jimin. "I'm worried about it."

"Will you be okay Jiminie?" Hoseok asks sharing Yoongi's concern, looking at Jimin with uncertainty. "I didn't think wild cats would be this close to people."

"Yeah, I'll be fine. I took medicine earlier, I just have to be cautious and take breaks between filming with them…" Jimin says, trying to sound confident. One cat was okay, especially because cats normally stay for a few minutes and then leave, but he counted eight cats watching them with curiosity or fleeing out of sight as they went to the filming location.

"We'll try to film as quickly as possible." Namjoon felt uneasy filming here, feeling the same concern for Jimin. Still, the song was a collaboration with another artist to fundraise to help the animal population that plagued the small country, giving them more animals than they could take care of and the members couldn't turn it down.

"I can do this. I feel fine." Jimin promises to reassure his team, ensuring his mask completely covers his face, silently apologizing to the makeup artist who recently finished it for the shoot. "It's just a few days of being uncomfortable to help save hundreds of little lives."

"Just keep your hands clean as much as you can. We brought hand sanitizer." Yoongi tells Jimin, afraid that he might accidentally make his eyes red and puffy if he touched them after touching the felines.

"I know, I know. I'll be careful." Jimin felt a cat rub against his leg, looking down at the calico by his feet, resisting his urge to stroke her, bending down to take a closer look with his hands firmly in his pockets. "Oh wow.. you look a lot like the cat I filmed with in Serendipity.. but you have more orange patches.."

"We have work to do. Ignore the kitty, you can play with him later." Jin gently scolds him, not wanting him to take extra risks when they haven't even started filming.

"Calicos are usually female.." Jimin states with a small pout when the cat meows for attention, Yoongi bending down to pet the calico instead.

"Yoongi-yah don't encourage him.." Jin sighs, watching Yoongi scratch behind the calico's ear on Jimin's behalf, getting a smile out of the other members.

" Come on, Yoongi-hyung, you gotta leave the kitty too." He pulls Yoongi back to his feet, fighting off the urge to rub at his eyes. There's cat fur in the wind, I can feel my eyes watering every time a breeze rolls through

"I'm coming, I'm coming." Yoongi leaves his new furry friend, following them to a park they set up for the music video. "Maybe I'll adopt a cat from here one day.."

"Oh wow.. there are several cats here, too.. are they all tame?" Jin asks when he heard a hissing cat from near the fountain where they were going to be working.

"[Do they bite or scratch or are they like.. all friendly?Or is just certain ones?]" Namjoon asks for Jin, watching two cats fighting underneath the fountain.

"[They aren't all friendly because of some bad people making them lose trust, but none of them will attack you unless you corner them or if they are protecting their young. Just let them come to you instead of you approaching them, and you'll have no issues.]" The man explains to Namjoon in English. "[Those two won't hurt you. it's just mating time, and they have their eyes on the same female..]" The man shoos off the cats, the two males darting towards the treelines.

"They aren't really aggressive, some just don't trust people..if we let them come to us he says we'll be fine. It doesn't sound any different than normal neighborhood cats, just larger numbers." Namjoon explains to his members. "Still be careful.. Don't try to come to them let them come to you."

"[Is everyone ready then? No more questions? We need to film before the sun sets behind the mountains, and we lose the natural light.]" The director asks.

"[We're ready..]" Namjoon answers in English, gathering his team close together."we need to do our best. We're racing against time and we only have three days here.."

Jimin removes his face mask to start filming, giving it to a staff member to hold while they start the opening scene, the seven of them making a wish at the fountain on by one, surrounding it in a half circle. The shot was nearly perfect until it got to Jungkook, who threw the coin too hard, landing outside of the camera shot with a sploosh.

"Aish I'm sorry!" Jungkook apologizes, ears reddening in embarrassment to be the first member to make a mistake, his heart pounding in his ears. "[I'm sorry..]"

"It's okay, it could've happened to any of us. I'm surprised i did it correctly." Namjoon puts an arm around Jungkook. "We'll just film it again. No big deal, we have plenty of spare coins."

"I'll get it in the center frame this time." Jungkook pouts at the realization they don't speak Korean. "[Sorry..please..try again?]"

"[Its okay, you got this. Its just a bit of nerves Jungkook just be gentle. Just toss it in front of you so it falls nicely, don't throw it..]" The director tells him calmly, Jungkook nodding. "[Good.. let's start over.]"

The director wanted the scene to be a one shot, panning through each member so the members started from the top, Jimin fighting off the urge to sneeze until the director called cut, failing miserably.

"heh' hejish'Heh'vchi!" Jimin covers his face the sneeze escaping right when it was Jin's turn to drop his coin, making Jin jump. "Aish'm sorry hyung.."

"It's okay. Are you okay?" Jin didn't care about jumpscare, only about his little brother. "Are you feeling okay?"

"Yeah, something just tickled my nose. I can do this.." Jimin answers with a sniffle, staff quickly bringing him a tissue. "Let's try it once more. They do say third time is a charm right?" Jimin tries to keep a cheery attitude, despite the uncomfortable nasal pressure building up. He tries to blow his nose to ease it away, but it did nothing but ruin his make up, staff needing to touch it up once more.

"If you need a break, please don't hesistate to ask okay?" The woman fixing his make up tells him with concern, noticing how red his nose as already gotten in such a short time.

"We only just started. I'm okay, really." Jimin says with a gentle smile.

The members get through the first scene without any issues for the third take, Jimin sighing with relief when the looked over the footage, being sure his eyes weren't red on camera.. I look fine for now, but how long will it be before we have to stop filming because of me?

"Jimin-ah.." Yoongi gently nudges him when he notices Jimin wasn't paying attention. "He's talking to you..he wants you to do your up close shot first."

"['m sorry. Please say again.]"Jimin bows, blushing in embarrassment. How unprofessional.. spacing out like that in the middle of a shoot. I need to focus.. The longer we have to perform, the worse I'll feel... we just need to get through this.

Jimin was given a cat to be his filming partner for the shoot, gently stroking her glossy patch work coat to try to earn hers trust for the shot, smiling brightly when she headbutts his cheek. "[She's so soft and pretty.]"

"[Her name is maple. This is your cat in the storyline. She actually belongs to someone.. We specifically found a hypoallergenic cat for you just as requested.]" The animal handler tells him.

"[Thank you..I'm sorry for being trouble..]" Jimin bows gratefully, giving a sweet apologetic smile. They found me a special cat for close up shots?I didn't request that..I thought it was strange i didn't feel worse when Maple brushed my cheek. They're so kind..I can't back out over some sniffles..

"[Alright..put Maple into position in the light square and get into your position, you made a wish and a cat appeared. Act surprised and pick her up. They'll click the clicker to give Maple the sign to touch your face. We might have to do it a few times if her paw isn't in a good position.]"

A translator repeats it in Korean when she notices that he didn't process anything, explaining that they planned for Jimin to do his solo shots first.

"[I understand..]" Jimin places Maple down on the fountain ledge, taking a deep breath before walking out of frame, walking towards the calico. I can do this.. it's just three days..

Jimin tried to hold back a sneeze while the director gave them their directions for the second day, rubbing the tip of his nose to try to ease the itch building up. We did all the close up acting scenes yesterday, now we just have to do the chero and film the scenes with our guest. I can do this.. "Hehtichih!" Jimin tries to muffle his sneeze, only Taehyung hearing it.

"You okay?" Taehyung whispers with concern when he sees Jimin trying to wipe his nose without ruining his makeup. He removes his bandanna, using it to gently dab the mucus from Jimin's face.

"Yeah, yeah I'm fine..It's a manageable inconvenience.." Jimin sniffles, giving him a smile. "Thanks Tete.."

"If this is too much for you, just say something okay?" Taehyung frets over him gently removing a white cat hair from Jimin's shoulder. "Your eyes are getting starting to get red and you're sneezing much more.."

"What? my eyes are red?" Jimin frowns, turning to the fountain to see his reflection. He saw the red lines spiking from his irises."It looks worse than it feels, im fine.. I have eye drops in my bag." Jimin lies. Why do I feel worse than yesterday? I even took as strong as a dosage as possible, and Taehyungie and Jungkook came here early to scare off some cats..

"I'll get them for you." Taehyung leaves, briskly walking to get to Jimin's bag, digging through it.

"What's the rush? Is Jimin okay?" Namjoon asks, pulling on his shirt for the second wardrobe change.

"I don't know..his eyes are so red right now and he seems to be getting out of breath quicker than usual.. do you think we should ask for a break? I tried to make it have less cats with Jungkookie, but they came back.."

"I'll ask, but we're racing a storm right now..the weather was supposed to be clear this week. We just need to do the choreography, and we'll be finished today.." Namjoon quickly finished changing to check on Jimin.

"Heh'itcgi!" Jimin sneezes into a tissue, blowing his nose and sanitizing his hands for the umpteenth time that day.

Taehyung trails behind him, his heart clenching when he hears another wet sneeze come from his soulmate. Jiminie will only keep feeling worse as the day continues.."Jimin-ah, I brought the eye drops. Here. Tilt your head. I'll help you put them in.."

"Thanks, Tete that'd be great.." Jimin let's Taehyung gently place his hand on the back of his head, trusting him to support him as he leans back. Another sneeze was building, but with Taehyung so close to him, he forced the sneeze back."heh..heh.."

"Do you need a second?" Taehyung asks when he hears Jimin's breath hitching, pulling his hands away. "It's okay if you need to sneeze."

"No..no I'm okay.." Jimin lies, not wanting to worry Taehyung more than he already is.

"Okay..one..two and.. one-two…" Taehyung squeezes the drops into Jimin's eyes. "There.. all done.. slowly.." he guides Jimin to sit up again, hugging him close. "I wish I could do more to help.. Namjoon is going to see if we can do a break for you.."

"No, no I just want to get it over with..we can have a break when it rains. We're on a time limit and I won't be able to rest stressing about it." Jimin holds back a sneeze, the pressure building up making his eyes water.

They get through the chorus, before the wind started to pick up, carrying cat fur with it, irritating Jimin's sinuses further. Jimin pushes through the itch building in his nostrils,making it difficult to not ruin the shot by changing his facial expression. The director calls cut, releasing the members to monitor the shot.

"Aish, I messed up the shot.." Jimin frowns when he sees his facial expression in the back when him, Jungkook and Hoseok were center. "[Please can we redo?]"

"I saw that too. We'll need another cut.." Namjoon says apologetically.

"Are you okay to do it again Jimin-ah?" Hoseok whispers when he hears Jimin's breath hitching, no longer interested in the choreography.

"I'm fine..I just..heh..Heh'hehitchi!" Jimin sneezes into his hands to avoid sneezing on Hoseok, another sneeze following right after. "Hehtichih! Heyitcyh! Heh..heh..uiyxheu!" He sniffles, not moving his hands from his face.

"Here Jimin-ah.." Taehyung holds a tissue box out to him"I think you need to sit away from the cats for a bit.."

Jimin pulls a couple out gratefully, trying to clean up his face. "Ugh.. this is so annoying.. I should be able to handle this better.. no.. "

"It's okay, Jiminie. we all have our strengths and weaknesses." Yoongi reassures Jimin, pushing his hair behind his ear. "Are you crying?" He asks with concern when he sees the tears in his eyes, grabbing a tissue to lightly dab them away, not wanting the chance of his hands making his allergies worse.

"No, no. I'm not, it's just from the sneezing. I'm okay hyung.." Jimin smiles, surprised to see Yoongi be the one to dry his eyes when Hoseok and Taehyung were right there. "Thank you.. I think..I'm okay now.."

"Are you sure?" Hoseok asks, hugging Jimin from behind. "You're still breathing heavy.."

"It's just because of my nose being stuffed up. I'll have enough of a break when they fix my makeup." Jimin sniffles, letting the make up noona redo his make up around his eyes and nose. "I'm sorry..but i.. ah..aeh'tichi!" Jimin sneezes. "Heh'heh..itsth! Heh' x'shiugh.." Jimin sneezes a few more times, closing his eyes tightly.

"It's okay. It's not your fault. I used something more waterproof this time. Come back to me so i can help you get it off okay?" She speaks kindly.

"Thank you." Jimin sniffles, returning to the group, taking a deep breath. "I'm okay now, let's go back to filming.. Maybe we should do the group acting scenes first.."

The seven go back to acting out their scenes taking a break from the chreography, Jimin grateful that he did all his close ups first. I have to get it right this time, the longer i stay out here the harder it'll be to control my sneezes and on top of it the clouds are getting darker..

Stress knotted Jimin's stomach, only adding another layer of discomfort to his list. He ignored the pain, going back into his position, holding his breath every time he was near the front, making him feel lightheaded as he switched positions.

"Cut!" The cameraman yells, the members relaxing. Jimin falls to his knees, trying to catch his breath,gasping for air.

Jungkook and Taehyung rush to his side, the two looking at him with matching concerned expressions. Taehyung gently rubs Jimin's back, trying to do something to ease his suffering. "You okay Jiminie? Is there anything I can do to help? Do you want some water? A tissue?"

Jimin wants to answer Taehyung. Wants to tell him he just needs to sit away from the island's feline friends for a bit, but the loathed feeling of needing to sneeze returned, unable to get any words out, sniffling to try to ease the pressure, only triggering more sneezes. "Heh'thchi! Hey'Heh'heyhvhi!"

"Jimin you're done for today, this is too much for you to handle. We need to stop for today.." Namjoon speaks sternly, Jimin shaking his head.

"No, please.. Namjoon-sii we're almost finished… I can do this." Jimin begs, clasping Namjoon's hands. "It's only going..to be another hour.. of filming. I'll rest after."

"Jimin, you're pushing youself too hard, you're shaky on your feet and you're struggling to breathe. You need to listen to your body. We can extend our trip if needed. You need rest.."

"Then just give me ten minutes to recover..Please?" Jimin begs, ignoring the urge to sneeze. "I don't want to..be the reason we don't finish on time.."

"Alright, but if you feel even an ounce worse, you have to tell me." Namjoon frowns, knowing full well Jimin would end up crying in the rental house. He's going to get worse either way, the storm will force him to stop soon enough..

The seven boys went through the cherography three times before they got a shot Jimin and the others were happy with. Relief washed over Jimin when the director praised them, him falling to his knees, struggling to catch his breath.

"I did it..We just need to do one wardorbe change and we'll be finished.." Jimin coughs, trying to catch his breath.

"I don't think we can do that Jiminie, the clouds are getting so dark.." Taehyung says looking up at the clouds, trying to hide his relieved smile that the weather was going to force Jimin to take a break. "We need to find-"

The clouds that threatened rain finally burst drowning out the rest of Taehyung's words, a heavy rainfall drenching the members as Jungkook quickly scoops up Jimin, running towards the safety of the rental car, the others following.

"Jungkook-ah… I..I can walk on eh..heh..heudhichi!" Jimin sneezes into Jungkook chest, not able to let go of Jungkook's neck to sneeze into his hands fast enough. "Heh'itchii!" Another one follows right after.

"My poor hyungie.." Jungkook coos, putting Jimin in the car, sliding in right after. "You okay Jiminie?"

Jimin tried to answer, but another few sneezes stopped him, sniffling miserbly. "Heh'thih..hEH'ITCHI.."

"I don't think we'll be able to film tomorrow, with it raining this hard the ground is going to turn to mud.." Namjoon says when he gets in, drying his face with a towel he left in the car earlier, and passing it to the member next to him.

"I think we got enough usable footage to make the music video still." The staff tells them, the boys visibly relaxing.

"What about filming for Samatha's verse?" Namjoon frets about their guest artist that was coming tomorrow. "Will she not be able to perform her verse with us?"

"We'll film it in an inside location, we'll see what type of set we can make. Don't worry, we'll handle it." Their manager tells them. "Just focus on resting for the rest of the day."

"Jimin you'll shower first when we get to the house okay?" Jin orders, trying to get Jimin's wet hair out of his eyes.

"You're the oldest, you should get the first shower." Jimin sniffles, trying to fight off another sneeze.

"No, Jimin-ah, you need it more than me. You'll feel better once you get washed up." Jin declined. "I'll shower after you. It's no big deal. Just shower and rest up. Okay?"

Jimin wakes up to the sound of Jungkook accidently rolling out of bed, his head pounding with a sinus headache. It hurt to open his eyes to find the source, calling to Jungkook softly. "Are you okay Kook-ah?" Jimin's eyes widen when he hears how hoarse his voice became overnight, coughing right after.

"Yeah, I'm okay..my pillow fell with me. Are you okay hyung? You sound awful."

"I need some water." Jimin ignores his question, sitting up, resisting the urge to sneeze. I haven't been outside and all the windows have been shut since we arrived, why do I feel so awful?

"I'll go get you some. Wait here." Jungkook stretches, getting off the floor and leaving to the kitchen.

Jimin reaches for a tissue, noticing the mucus coming from his nose was no longer clear and runny. It became thick yellow mucus, indicating it wasn't just allergies anymore. Jimin swears underneath his breath when he feels another sneeze coming,

"Jimin-sii I brought you-"

"Heh'heh itchisg!" Jimin sneezes into his hands.

"Bless you Jiminie hyung.." Jungkook hands him a tissue.

Jimin blows his nose again, crumbling up the tissue and taking the water from Jungkook. "Thanks Jaykay.. my nose is driving me crazy..I can't wait to get off this island."

"It's the last day of filming, will you be okay?" Jungkook asks. "You're breathing heavy.."

"My nose is just stuffy, I'm okay. We're filming inside today so it won't be too hard." Jimin down plays how he feels, leaving out the sore throat and pounding headache.

"I'll make you some tea. Maybe that can help you feel a bit better. Don't forget to take your medicine before we go out." Jungkook tells Jimin leaving the room.

Jimin waits until he feels Jungkook is out of earshot to cough into his arm, trying to muffle the sound.

We're filming with Samantha today.. I can't let a cold ruin this..

Jimin takes another allergy pill and a painkiller for his headache before joining the others, Jungkook handing him a tea cup.

"Here jimin-sil, drink up. I added a tiny bit of ice so you won't burn your tongue." Jungkook says, taking a sip just to be sure it was at a drinkable temperature.

"Thanks Jaykay.." Jimin smiles, taking a big gulp from the cup. Please, work to soothe my throat and stomach.. I have too much to do today..

"1,2,3..hello.. we are..BTS." Namjoon starts their greeting, the members echoing 'bts right after him.

"[Im Samantha. It's so nice to meet everyone in person. Thank you so much for agreeing to help my passion project, it means so much to me.]" Samatha bows.

Jimin tries to hold back another sneeze while the translator speaks, translating Samantha's heart felt wish to help the animals she loves so much, holding his breath with his eyes squeezes shut, the pressure becoming more uncomfortable as the members introduced themselves.

"Are you okay Jimin?" Taehyung whispers.

Jimin nods, not wanting to worry him. Before Taehyung could question him further, he hears Samantha say his name.

"[Is it okay if I call you Tae hyung and not V?]" Samatha asks shyly. "[Im not a fan of using stage names while working. It feels distancing..]

"[Ah. No problem... it's nice to meet you.]" Taehyung takes her out reached hands to shake them.

Samatha turns to Jimin giving him a cheery smile. "[Hi, it's really nice to-]"

Jimin opened his eyes to greet her, but as soon as he stopped concentrating on keeping his sneeze back, a wet sneeze escaped him. "Heh'hehitfchi!"

He tried to turn on his heels to avoid sneezing in Samantha's direction,but his body gave him no time to react.

"[Oh it's you that was allergic to cats. I'm so sorry about all this. I really wanted to feature the animals we were trying to save and didn't think to look up if any of you were allergic..]" Samatha bows the whole time she's talking, Jimin matching her bow for bow despite how it made his head pound.

"[No, no big deal..I'm okay.. I love cat..no bow, no worry.. no sorry needed.]" Jimin tries to speak English to her, relaxing when she stops apologizing.

"[We only have this natural light for so long so I'd like to film right away..]" the director pulls the artists back into work

"[Right. I'm sorry.. I just wanted us to be a bit more comfortable working together. I got the choreography for the chorus down, but I want to run through it with the boys once before filming..]"

Jimin only felt worse as the time passed, the medicine doing nothing to ease his pain. Jimin was happy that they were doing a quick photo shoot with the set staff made.

"Jiminie looks exhausted.." Hoseok frowns, watching Jimin pose for the camera, laying on his back. Hoseok rushes over to help him to as soon as the photographer was pleased with his work, feeling the back of Jimin's neck. "You're warm Jiminie."

"It's just hot with those ring lights. I'm okay.." jimin trying to convince both Hoseok and himself.

"I'll go get you some water then.." Hoseok goes to get a water bottle, his worry increasing when he hears another sneeze come from the oldest of the mankae line.

"[Bless you.]" Samatha says sincerely, bringing over a bottle. "[I thought this might help you. It's a tea that helps my boyfriend when he's super congested. It's a bit spicy..]"

Jimins mind blanked on processing most of what she said, only understanding the drink she passed to him was to help him feel better.

At this point, he was willing to try anything, almost spitting out the tea when the spice hits him, swallowing it down.

"[I know, the thyme and ginger makes it have a strong taste, but it's really good for you." Samatha stifled a laugh seeing Jimins reaction.

"[It's okay, thank you for making for me..]" jimin takes another drink, surprised to feel the mucus loosen, causing a wet sneeze. "Heh'hehi'Itchi!"

"Here, blow your nose Jiminie.. Jungkook just finished the last photo so we're going to film soon." Namjoon bows his head to Samatha. "[Sorry to interrupt..]"

"[No, no. You guys take your work seriously and i really admire that about him Many artists would straight up refuse to film if they don't feel well]" Samatha says looking at Jimin sympathetically as he goes away from everyone to try to clear his nose.

"[I'll tell him that for you. It'll make him happy.]" Namjoons smiles, calling the members back to work.

I can't breathe.. my lungs are burning...

Jimin stumbled into Jungkook, ruining the shot for the third time. "I'm sorry..I'm sorry. I'll get it right this time...i..I just stepped to..far.."

"Are you okay Hyung? You're panting.." jungkook puts his arms around Jimin, holding his weight.

"I..I just got a bit dizzy..I just need..need..Heh'hehitfchi!" Jimin sneezes without giving him time to cover, sneezing on Jungkook.

"Ah, jimin-sii.." Jungkookie frowns, using a towel to wash off the snot from his shirt the best he could. "I think you caught a cold.. i think we should take a break."

"No..no we're almost finished filming I'll rest after. Everyone is tired..the sooner we finish the sooner we can go home..." Jimin sniffles, taking the tissue staff offered him.

"[If you aren't feeling well you should rest. Don't push yourself. I'm really tired too. I'm not used to heavy choreography like this..]" Samatha takes a seat on the ground dramatically. "[I was afraid to ask for a break when you boys were so focused..]"

Jimin looks to the translator, who explains it to him. "She's only saying that for my sake.." he says with a smile. The seven boys join her on the floor, Jimin leaning on Jungkook.

"You're so heavy.." jungkook teases, his smile dropping when he hears Jimin coughing into his fist. "Hyung. Hyung do you need some water?" He asks with panic, taking the waterbottle that Jin pushes towards them.

"No..no.. I'll..I'll throw up if..if I do.." Jimin pushed the water Jungkook offered away, trying to talk through the fit of coughs.

Jungkook frowns, trying to ease Jimin's suffering by rubbing his back. "Poor hyung..you really aren't well.."

"[I think we're done shooting for today..we'll just use the footage we have. I don't care if I look good in the shots. Let's use the first take.]" Samatha says putting up a finger when the boys go to argue. "[No, no compromising. I don't care about how i look, as long as it helps the cats. Everyone else looked good. I can live with my face looking too serious.]"

"She says she doesn't want to do anymore takes.. she wants to use the first take.." Namjoon translates for his members. "We're finished filming.."

Jimin's stomach knots with guilt, knowing how disappointed she was with the first take, but if she refused to film another take, he was in no condition to argue. "[I'm sorry..]" Jimin bows his head, forcing himself not to cough so he could properly apologize. "[We can work together again.. and I'll be sure everyone looks perfect...]"

[champagneher]

— STEP BACK | JUNG HOSEOK

BASED ON | how dare she come back and try to steal your man? GENRE | f!reader x idol!hoseok, established relationship. WARNINGS | jealousy, swear words. I got the photos from the internet - pinterest - please let me know if they are yours, so I can give you credit for them or remove them.

It was annoying.

You were annoyed.

You knew the backstory of them, of course you knew.

You and Hoseok have been friends for so long that you share those memories from your teenage years on your movie nights where you discussed and analyzed the life of the others. Hoseok was in love with her for years, so he was absolutely over the moon when she accepted to date him, only for him to be played for months, leaving that beautiful young Hobi heartbroken. Still, after that, she knew the power she held, so she kept on using him. Not to mention, when BTS started to gain popularity, she used him on her favor.

When you met him in 2017, she was still around, but this time Hoseok wasn't in love anymore, he, like always, was just kind and kept helping her whenever she needed something. After all, she was like a childhood friend.

You could give yourself credit in saying that it was you who made him realize that people like her didn't deserve to be in his circle, not even close, but you shared the credit with the members and his sister. Finally, when she was out of the picture, everything was like a jigsaw puzzle.

Hoseok was making it in music, he had his friends with him and he had you. For a long time, he didn't know who to trust, a consequence of the insecurities she left him with, but with you, it was different. He could talk about anything without fear of being judged, he could share his thoughts and ideas. Discuss lyrics or rhythms, and be listened to attentively. Tease and tell absurd jokes and still be taken seriously. Be the sweetest, most loving person on the planet, but still be just Hoseok with you. His serious and professional side, whenever he came out, was not feared by you, but admired. And simply, he felt loved.

You had your things too. Your friends used to joke about how loneliness and singleness were your best friends, how you were allergic to love. Of course, it started to change when you slowly fell in love with him.

It was almost like falling asleep.

One moment he was your best friend and the next you were fucked up because you couldn't stop thinking and imagining what it would be like to wake up next to him.

Accepting your feelings for each other was a bit of a long road, but here you were. In a serious, almost three-years relationship where you both saw a future together.

You liked to protect what was yours, so you were always protective of him, and your territorial side came out quite often when you recognized people who had other intentions with Hoseok. He, being the love that he is, always assured you that he only had eyes for you and only you.

With the holidays around the corner, both of you were invited to different events of your friends and family. Today, both of you decided to attend the winter party of an important and close uncle of Hoseok's family.

You were quietly immersed in a gossipy chat with Jiwoo - Hoseok's sister and your sister-in-law - when you noticed her let out a sigh and roll her eyes.

"Why the change of mood?" You asked teasingly, taking a sip of your drink.

"Oh, don't laugh, you won't be happy either." She assured you, taking a sip of her champagne. You looked at her confused, and then she indicated with her head behind you.

"Oh."

Yes. Oh.

She was here.

Obviously, you couldn't forbid or comment to anyone that it bothered you to simply hear from her, but you also had to accept the fact that after all, her family and your boyfriend's family had known each other for quite some time, so the "maybe" of running into her at some event or gathering was always going to be there.

"You don't have to worry," Jiwoo spoke to you, capturing your attention again. "She's no one in our lives anymore, but my uncle always wants to look good with her family, so I'm not surprised to see her here."

"No, I know." You nodded, looking around for Hoseok who was talking to two of his friends. "It's just… whenever I see her I remember the Hobi from before and I don't want him to feel that way anymore."

Jiwoo smiled at you and let out a chuckle. "You're the girl of his dreams, ____. I can assure you that he wouldn't change you for anyone in the world. Besides, if he does, I'll be the first to kill him, followed by my mother, of course."

"I'm counting on it." You laughed with her and were slightly elated when you felt a hand being placed on your waist and then a kiss being placed on your forehead when you looked to your side.

"My girls. What are you talking about? Still commenting on the gossip of the week?" Hoseok brought your body closer to his in a gentle way that felt so natural to him. Joining in the chatter, he couldn't help but joke about your close bond that you both shared and made him so happy.

"Oh hush, Hobi. You know you're the first to ask about everything we talk about later."

"Me?" Faking surprise, he jokingly pointed at himself and brushed it off with his hand. "I don't do that."

"The lies that come out of your mouth, mum won't be happy." Jiwoo looked at him accusingly, laughing with you.

"My girlfriend here won't let me lie, right, baby?" He turned his head to look at you and pouted his lips.

You brought your right hand to his hand that was on your waist and intertwined your fingers with his. "Don't make me lie to your sister like that, please."

Hoseok gasped almost so loudly that Jiwoo had to cover her face with her hands to hide her embarrassed laughter for her brother. You, meanwhile, were enjoying this moment.

Time passed, the person you didn't want around took a back seat and you focused on having a good time with your boyfriend and his family.

"Ah, talking so much made me thirsty." Hoseok said with a huge smile, shaking his head.

"Right? It's them and their gossip." His brother-in-law supported him by putting a hand on his shoulder.

"Well, if it bothers you so much, you should have said something! Besides, we give you fashion tips too. I don't know why you complain so much." Jiwoo exclaimed, looking at her husband with a raised eyebrow as her gaze was defiant.

"I could never shut you up, love," he began to defend himself.

"God, why don't you go get us something to drink? It's been like 20 minutes since my champagne ran out." You said.

"Yeah, yeah, come on," Hoseok said to his brother-in-law, placed a kiss on the crown of your head and dragged him almost to the drinking place.

"Men…" You and Jiwoo almost let out a laugh as you both said the same thing at the same time, both rolling your eyes.

"I'll never understand how they get to know all that," Hoseok spoke almost surprised at the long talk the four of them had, changing the subject but mostly talking about gossip and fashion tips.

"If Jiwoo wasn't my wife, I'd be a little freaked out that she knows who I had dinner with three weeks ago."

"I don't even remember what I ate yesterday."

"Well, hello," a voice behind her spoke, cutting off the small waiting chat the two men were having, causing them to turn and see who it came from. "It's been a long time. How are you?"

"Oh… Myeong."

"Hello," Hoseok's brother-in-law, in comparison to him, reacted quickly by giving a slight wave, bowing his head quickly, so he could keep looking the other way.

Clearly, it could be seen how both had tensed slightly, knowing who Myeong really was. Still, even though Hoseok had all feelings for her in the past - and very well forgotten - he felt he had to have some sort of respect for her. After all, the two of them had been through a lot together, she was his elder, and after all, it wasn't in his nature to be mean to anyone.

"How have you been, Hobi?" Myeong asked, looking to draw chatter from somewhere. Her hair pulled back managed to bring out her cheeks and big eyes to perfection. She was very beautiful, yet she was nothing more than a pretty face to him and everyone around her.

"Fine, thank you very much," he replied cordially. "And you? How has your family been?"

"They are fine, I think you did greet them." She responded with a seductive smile, and Hoseok quickly regretted asking. "I love that you still care about them."

"Well, they are very good people, their donation to-"

"They have a lot of love and respect for you," her right hand rested on his right arm gently. The conversation had taken a path that gave her a chance to check if she could still hold him in her hand as she remembered. "It made me remember how a couple of years ago you stumbled in front of them and couldn't look at them in the eye for weeks. We had some good times afterward, though, didn't we?"

"I already have the drinks, though I need you to bring yours and ____'s," Hoseok released the air he was holding in his lungs and turned to look at his brother-in-law quickly smiling gratefully. He wanted to escape from there. He had forgotten how Myeong could make him uncomfortable and feel so little in just a few seconds. In those moments he wanted to return to his safe place by your side, to hold your hand and not let go until you got home where he would hold you and if you let him he would make love to you all night long. Feeling that security and love that you gave him was what kept him alive, and he really needed it now.

Remembering what he once talked about with his psychologist, he knew that bad memories could come back quickly -even if he didn't expect it- with the right person at the wrong time or in the wrong place.

"She's your date tonight, isn't she? I've heard a thing or two…" Myeong commented, ignoring the other man, fixing her eyes on Hoseok who clearly didn't know where to look. Twisting her smile, she could tell he still didn't know what to do as he stood in front of her. She thought she still had him in the palm of her hand.

"Actually, she's his girlfriend."

"We have some catching up to do." She interrupted him, making her grip on his arm tighter. "My cousin is here, she's a big fan!"

"Where are you going?" Hoseok asked nervously watching as his companion walked quickly away from him.

"He's just giving us space, don't worry." Myeong smiled and shrugged slightly dismissively. "As I was telling you, she is a fan, and she would love to meet you."

"Uh…"

"What do you say? She's here with her boyfriend, which if you ask me, honestly she could do better, but I don't judge her, he has a company so…"

"Myeong, thank you for your words, but I'm here with my girlfriend and my sister who are-"

"Jiwoo is here?! How beautiful, I'm going to give her a call. We should all go out for dinner together.

Reminisce about old times."

"I wouldn't feel very comfortable with that."

"Why?" Her tone of voice changed to a whimsical one, she pouted her lips, giving the best puppy face she could.

Well, of course you were watching the whole interaction flash before your eyes since she approached them. You watched as she observed him, biting her lips for a few seconds, then adjusting her dress and walking towards them, you witnessed as she deliberately and shamelessly placed her hand on your boyfriend, you also saw how Jiwoo was two seconds away from going to drag his brother out of that conversation. When Jiwoo saw her husband walk - almost run - towards you, she gave you a look that you understood immediately.

She was making a move on your boyfriend, and you wanted to mentally prepare yourself to go there first.

Your insecurities soon surfaced. Knowing Hoseok you knew he wouldn't push her away, instead he would be cordial and try to make conversation and then retreat. But obviously when you took a good look at her, and saw how truly beautiful she was, it was as if your feet froze to the ground and all you could do was watch the scene unfold with a cold stare. Your heart almost broke as you noticed how Hoseok became incredibly uncomfortable and nervous after a few seconds. You almost mentally beat yourself up for not going immediately, but you were afraid at first that he really wanted to talk to her.

Clearly, Hoseok was on another level, behaving respectfully and not shutting her up like he should. It was time for you to step forward.

"Good because-"

"You can't still be holding on to the past, can you? Hobi I thought we had put all that behind us…" repeating her same technique, her right hand this time slid lower to this time grab his hand with hers and swing it from right to left playfully.

"Myeong…" Hoseok let out an airy laugh, gently removing her hand from his, "I think you should-"

"Step back?" You added, smiling, appearing from the side.

In Hoseok's eyes you could see the relief come over him, and he could breathe normally again, but with Myeong, you noticed his gaze turn to a defiant one.

"Oh, you must be-"

"____, Hoseok's girlfriend, yes." You interrupted her by giving her the most fake smile you had. Leaving aside that she was deliberately flirting with your boyfriend in front of everyone, what made you angry is the bad situation she was putting him in. You could tolerate people flirting, asking him out on dates, or even hinting at other things, but you weren't going to tolerate them treating him badly or putting him through a bad time.

Myeong rolled her eyes without even trying to hide it and let out a heavy sigh as if she wanted to downplay you. "Anyway, I'm talking to my friend here. So I'd appreciate it if you would step back and give us some space."

"Oh, I don't think so," no matter how much you wanted to spit in her face, your mask of feigning calm never left your face. You didn't want to cause a scene, and you weren't going to. "I actually came to see what was taking my boyfriend so long around here," this time you gave Hoseok a sincere smile by moving closer to him, which he reciprocated by placing his hand on your waist. "We were just having a family chat, which we want to continue in a more… pleasant place." You said the last, giving her a look that reflected a little of the displeasure you now held. Just a little.

"Do you want to go home, love?" Hoseok spoke for the first time since you arrived, bringing his lips closer to your forehead to leave a light kiss.

You could hear Myeong sneering at Hoseok's sweet action.

"Please." You answered smiling.

"But Hobi, we were just catching up," Myeong tried to interfere, and went to want to grab his arm again, to which Hoseok this time was the one who stepped back and held your waist more securely.

"It was nice to greet you, Myeong. Say hello to your parents and have a good night. If you'll excuse me, I have to take my girlfriend to our home."

Hoseok smiled and began to walk with a firm step and with you holding on to your waist. You both went to where his sister and brother-in-law were waiting for you.

"I'm calm, I swear I am, but I can't stand her." Jiwoo said with clenched jaw.

"Thanks guys, I guess we'll go home now," Hoseok said, smiling kindly at both of them. "It was a long night, if you want you can come for dinner tomorrow," he offered calmly and looking at his sister fondly.

"Oh, of course, brother."

"We'll bring dessert."

"Fantastic," you smiled at the couple. After exchanging your goodbyes, you went to your boyfriend's parents where they also said goodbye and then went to the parking lot.

Before you reached the car, you couldn't help but stop your steps to face your boyfriend.

"I'm really proud of you, you know?"

"Mmh?" His eyes went wide and confusion took over his features. "Of me?" He pointed at himself.

"Yeah, of you." You laughed at his reaction.

"Why?" He asked, smiling and leaning closer to you.

"You handled that situation like a champ. I know it wasn't the best conversation you could have all night, but, I'm proud. That's all."

Hoseok's chest filled with immeasurable warmth as he felt a shiver run down his spine. He was completely, head over heels in love with you, and he knew that the ring waiting for him, hidden in his wardrobe, confirmed it. Taking your hand in his, he brought you close and began to move slowly, as if you were dancing to a soft melody.

Used to dancing to anything with him at anytime, you just followed him and enjoyed having him so close to you.

He softly kissed your lips for a few moments, bringing his right hand to your cheek while his left went to your waist to fully attach your body to his.

"I love you."

"I love you too." You smiled.

"I love you more."

"Okay, but the next time someone else calls you Hobi besides me, I swear I won't keep my cool like I did today."

Hoseok couldn't help but let out a laugh and clapped at your comment. You just let out a chuckle and looked around to see if anyone else was around.

"Let's go home, shall we?"

"Let's go, love."

i could't put a name on jiwoo's husband i feel terrible. guess he's just brother in law for now. anyways, thank you for reading, let me know what you think!

[eoieopda]

okay i have another head canon 🫣🫣 feed into my delusions jade i fucking dare you. all right, how about travelling with them for the first time since you started dating? i wonder what that would be like 👀👀

namjoon is praying you don’t break up with him at your terminal because he forgot his passport at home. he’d understand if you did, tbh. he’s disappointed (but not surprised) at himself. when you just laugh (because it’s as funny as it is infuriating, okay??) he’s over the moon. he’s taking you to a bunch of significant cultural and historical sites, museums, etc., and he’s gonna tell you everything that giant sponge brain has absorbed. he’s def reading some almanac or similar shit on the plane to study up.

seokjin doesn’t have a plan/itinerary, but he does have a massive list of all the restaurants he wants to hit, wineries/breweries/distilleries you might come across, etc. and he actually does a good job of keeping you calm with all the travel stress by being a giant fuckin goofball. this is the one situation where he’s not yelling, whining, etc. when he gets frustrated because he prioritizes your well-being 💕

yoongi has his shit right together, but in a very low key way. he doesn’t announce any of it, but he’s in full airport dad mode. he knows exactly when your flight is and how early you need to be there; he’s done the pre-boarding whatever the fuck. he somehow has any toiletry item you didn’t even think to bring. i guarantee he has tampons and tummy meds and shit, just in case. thoughtful bastard 😭 but don’t you dare comment on any of this or make it a big deal that he’s so prepared because he will blush to death.

hoseok is free as a fucking bird. he’s following the wind, babeeeeey. he is allergic to planning, doesn’t want to have a destination in mind. he’ll flip a coin to see where you’re flying. where are you staying? you’ll figure it out when you get tired. energy out the wazoo, too. no time for naps — you’ve got shit to do, people to meet, places to be!!

jimin strikes me as the anxious traveler type, so i bet he’s checking and re-checking all your reservations, making sure your backup plans have backup plans, etc., because he needs whatever you’re doing to go well and be 👏🏻 special 👏🏻. you must hold his hand at all times so you don’t get separated, and because he needs an anchor. he will most certainly, accidentally get wine drunk in the airport bar due to stress, lmao.

taehyung is — where is taehyung? you take your eyes of this guy for a second, and he’s 🏃🏻‍♂️ off doing taetae shit. you’ll have to follow a breadcrumb trail (it’s probably the shoes he kicked off, a dropped ascot, etc.) to find him. an unintentional scavenger hunt. when you do locate him, he’s staring wide-eyes at something scenic, speaking so poetically about how beautiful life is — and ya know what? he’s right. you saw the whole damn city while you were trying to find him, and you wouldn’t have, otherwise!! for real, you gotta get one of those backpack leashes like a lil kid at the zoo, otherwise…. hope you brought supportive footwear. your ass is getting those steps in 😵‍💫

jungkook is relying on you completely. he doesn’t know what’s going on, where he is, what he needs to get done, etc., so you’re gonna have to do allllll of the logistical work. HOWEVER, he makes it feel like it’s not a chore. it’s sooo fun because this boy is full of wonder, and so fucking eager. dude is down for whatever, just point the way.

[bluesidez]

BLUE SIDE EATSSSSSS OMG

INDEED IT DOES!

That entire mixtape carried me through my early years of high school and I am blessed to be alive while THEE Jung Hoseok is here serving CUNT amongst us!

He never misses. Never makes a bad song. It's like he's allergic to not serving idk.

[pantoneyoongi]

neon signs | just a really nice friend

title ; just a really nice friend  pairing ; campus crush!yoongi x campus crush!you 

notes ; 

this is part of the neon signs drabble series, where drabbles are released in random order (but listed chronologically in the masterlist!) 

series description ;

namjoon doesn’t think it can get any clearer outside of yoongi building a giant neon sign saying i have the absolute biggest crush on you but apparently, book smarts don’t exactly translate when it comes to you and your massive crush on min yoongi. 

(alternatively: namjoon and hoseok try for three years straight to get you and yoongi together.) 

word count ; 1.2k

tags ; friendly reminder this series is released out of order, fluff, pianist yoongi, pls go to masterlist for more / general tags 

“so you know how i might’ve had a thing for yoongi last semester?” 

namjoon’s eyes slowly raise from his book, hand stilling on the page he was flipping. his expression doesn’t change much, but you can already see the exhaustion setting into his eyes, his body steadily catching up as he somehow sinks deeper into the armchair. 

the two of you are camped out in one of the student lounges, a place largely popular for the commuter kids, so it tends to be quiet on the weekends. namjoon likes to hide away here to read, and sometimes you’ll join him when you want to actually get some work done. namjoon’ll kick your chair if you get distracted by your phone. 

“what do you mean, ‘might’ve’?” he asks, turning his head to face you. you’d dragged over one of those desks that had the chair attached to them, so you could sit next to namjoon, who preferred the comfy, sage green armchairs lined across the back wall of the room. 

you scrunch your nose at him. “whatever. my point is, the crush is over. no feelings.” your hands sweep outwards, palms down, like a referee calling, ‘safe!’ you’re safe from crushes. no more. 

namjoon puffs out a breath, one eyebrow arched. he sets his book down. “really,” he says dryly, examining you. your best friend has known you for over eight years now. there’s no one who knows you quite like he does, not even yourself. you’ve always had a penchant for writing off crushes a little too quickly, and namjoon’s bore witness to your habits several times before. your crushes are always long term. a year at minimum. no matter how you twist and turn and try to deny it, your petty feelings always come running back. 

“yeah,” your voice pitches up, which only seems to prove namjoon’s point. you shrug, dragging the tip of your shoe against the carpet. “he’s just, like, a really nice guy. and you know, yoongi’s a new friend, i probably just got confused ‘cause it was exciting having him around, and he’s so different from most of the guys i know, and he’s really nice, and-” 

you’re rambling off excuses (all lined up because you knew namjoon wasn’t going to believe you), and namjoon looks poised for rebuttal, except the massive wooden doors to the student lounge swing open just then, catching both your attention. your mouth clamps shut immediately, and namjoon covers up his snort with a cough. 

yoongi’s always been the type to be observant of his surroundings. mostly this is because he’s usually trying to scout the fastest escape route, given that he’s allergic to human interaction yet somehow always seems to draw people’s attention. either way, it means he spots you and namjoon almost immediately, dull, sleepy expression flickering to life with a sweet smile and a wave. 

the two of you wave back, yoongi making his way past chairs and desks to reach you. “what are you doing here?” he asks when he approaches, and namjoon lifts his book in response, you tilting up your notebook. 

“he’s reading and i’m doing homework,” you say. “why are you here?” 

yoongi points to the opposite end of the room, diagonal from where you’re sitting. there’s a baby grand piano there, and honestly you’ve never known why they left a piano inside a student lounge, but it’s there. “was gonna play,” his lips do that endearing bracket-shaped smile thing again for a quick second. “there’s usually not many people here on the weekend.” 

you glance about the room. there’s maybe two or three other people in the room, scattered about. it’s a large space; with so few people, it makes the room feel even bigger. 

“you play piano, yoongi?” 

he does two quick nods, eyes blinking in near tandem. it’s really cute, actually, not to mention the way he bids his goodbye and ambles over to the instrument, settling down on the piano bench. it’s right by a window, so the natural lighting casts a soft glow around him, and you hear him tap one note, then two, the sound crisp and clear in the quiet of the room. 

he takes a slow breath, hands settling properly over the keys, tilts his head a little like he’s thinking. then he begins to play, and you straighten, homework forgotten on your desk as you watch him. 

he plays beautifully. the entire room seems to fade away; it’s just yoongi and the piano, fingers elegant across the keys, like they’re dancing ballet. “wow,” you rest your chin against your palm, mesmerized. “is he just good at everything?” 

namjoon rolls his eyes, amused. “you’re over him, huh?” 

this shakes you out of your reverie, head snapping back to namjoon. “what? yes. i am! why are you asking like that?” 

namjoon stares at you in disbelief. “you can barely take your eyes off him, y/n.” 

your head leans back until you’re forming multiple chins, all scrunched up. “that doesn’t - he’s - he’s just - he’s, like, objectively handsome. that’s all. pianists are - “ you stumble for words. “pretty.” 

namjoon squints. “what? y/n, nobody is objectively attractive.” 

you turn to him. “when half the campus thinks he’s cute, then he’s probably objectively attractive, joonie.” 

namjoon opens his mouth to argue, then clamps it shut. he clicks his tongue. “your phone’s buzzing.” 

“hm?” you glance at your phone to see texts from yoongi, even though he’s right across the room from you. you hadn’t even realized the room had gone quiet again. 

[2:12pm] yoongi: are you super busy? 

you glance up to see him watching you, head tilted, waiting for your response. you shake your head instead of texting back, and he beams, in that yoongi way, subtle and happy. he waves you over. 

“it’s a crush,” namjoon sings under his breath, and you thwap him on the side of the head before you head towards yoongi, reveling in his tiny “ow!” and the huff he follows up with. 

it’s not a crush. yoongi is just a really nice friend you happen to really enjoy spending time with who also happens to be really cute. no biggie. 

when you reach yoongi, he slides over on the bench, giving you room to sit next to him. “do you know how to play?” he asks. 

“not really,” you bite your lip, staring at the keys. “but i thought you wanted to play?” 

his lips twitch in amusement, and he looks fondly at you. “yeah. but you’re here,” he says, matter of fact. “i’ll teach you something. watch.” 

he guides you, letting you use just one hand to play a simple tune. “just repeat this, over and over, okay?” he instructs, and then once you get into the rhythm of it, he joins you, and together, you manage to play a simple rendition of ‘heart and soul’, yoongi grinning whenever you trip over some of the keys by accident. “you’re doing good,” he encourages, even though you know he’s lying straight through his teeth. it makes you laugh, bumping shoulders with him, eyes crinkled happily. 

yeah. namjoon can think whatever he wants, but you’re just having a good time with yoongi. like friends do. 

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[sopejinsunflower]

2022.001.011: The Butterfly Touch

“Kitsune.”

“Kitty for short?”

“Hm. How about Nino?”

“What does that even mean?”

“It’s Japanese. Look at this kanji.”

“Cute. What does the kanji mean?”

“How about a Korean name, Duri?”

“What does that mean?”

“I got it! Salem!”

“No!” we all shout in unison, shutting down Jin who immediately pouts deep enough I could hang a couple of rings on his lips. I laugh at his reaction, throwing an unused tissue paper at him that flutters down his face, catches on his pout, then falls to the ground.

We’re in my room with the door wide open as Mrs Oliviera had insisted (“It’s not nice to have men in your room with the doors closed,” she had said and since she’s still upset about the cat as she’s allergic, I relented), the cat out of the carrier and walking around the room, stopping at each one of us for a pet or to just sniff while we’re trying to find a name for him. Surprisingly, most of my earlier name picks have all been shut down. Jimin, however, had liked most of them except for Birdie. I agree; a cat as rare and unique as this one needs a really good name to go with it. 

“We’d need to cat-proof the place now,” I muse quietly, mostly to myself. 

Jin, who heard me, nods. “And a lot more litter boxes. Unless you plan on letting him out?”

“I don’t think so,” I say and the cat suddenly stops and looks at me, tilting his head. “I don’t think it’s safe for him to be outside. And I think Mr Chang prefers for it to be indoors and away from his vegetables.”

“Oh, yeah, right,” Taehyung agrees. “Natural fertilisers for the vegetables.”

I turn to him. “You know about that?”

He freezes for a bit, hesitating. “Err…”

“Chang told us about it earlier,” Hoseok interjects. “When you were out.”

“Oh,” I note, nodding. “So yeah, he’s not going back out. I probably need to get some cat trees and stuff like that.”

“I can make one,” says Yoongi from the doorway. He’s sitting right in between the borders of my bedroom and the hallway, giving the cat small little scratches around the neck. “I can make as many as you like but it’ll probably take some time.” He says it nonchalantly without as much as looking at me.

“You can make a cat tree?” 

Yoongi shrugs. “Yeah. I’m good with my hands. I can make something.”

It’s a good thing he’s not looking at me to see the small smile blooming on my lips. “You mean like with raw woods and stuff? Hammering? Hard labour?”

He finally looks up, his face impassive, and nods. “Uh huh.”

Taehyung gives me a boxy grin, pointing at Yoongi. “He’s really good with woodwork.”

“Is he now?” I sit up straighter, determined to just tease Yoongi. “Okay, then. Go ahead, make one. A really nice one with, like, detailed designs and stuff. But he needs one ASAP so I’ll order a couple first.”

Yoongi nods again, unfazed by my request, eyes still somewhere on the floor. “Sure. Where do you want the one I make to go? Living room?”

I think about it, looking around the room. “Hmm. No. The one you make will be for my room. In that corner, by the window.”

He turns to check the place and after a few seconds he nods again. “Sure. I’ll take the measurements tomorrow.”

“Great!”

“How about Kakashi?” Jimin suggests out of the blue. 

“You know Naruto?” I ask, impressed. 

He shakes his head. “No. What’s that?”

I give him an incredulous look. “But you just suggested a character’s name?”

He turns my laptop to face me. “It’s just listed here. Names for heterochromia cats. Should I know Naruto?”

I snort. “Seriously. Sometimes it feels like you guys just time-travelled from a different era or something.” Jimin just grins in return, going back to the search through the internet.

~~~

This is mundane. This is good.

Namjoon looks around the room, quietly keeping to himself, leaning against the wall beneath the window, one arm propped against one knee. Fondness oozes out of his gaze, sweeping his eyes over the others with a soft smile on his face. Just a half hour ago, they had all been bracing for the end, prepared to see you walk out the door or to never see you return. His heart had crumbled to pieces, bit by bit as he stood on the stairs with Jin.

But it had been for nothing, thankfully. Namjoon had never felt relief and anger like when you just walked in through the door carrying the cat carrier completely oblivious to their distraught. Well, not completely; only to the fact that the reason had been you. He envies that ignorance, wishes that the roles had been flipped just so that maybe you would understand how much it hurts to live and relive through this same torment every few decades, to always live on the edge of falling over a cliff, repeatedly to die a thousand deaths. 

He forgot how much the thought of losing you before anything could even begin hurts a lot more than anything else. It’s the loss of hopes and dreams, the possibility that it could be the end to the cycle, that they could be free, snuffed out; more than that, the chance to love you up again, gone. At this point, if Namjoon is honest, freedom is nothing but a fantasy, a mirage that they let themselves see in order to keep moving, like some lost, desperate travellers in the desert fantasising of an oasis that can quench their burning thirst. Surviving is tricky business.

It will never cease to amaze him how much his dried up, shrivelling heart suddenly blooms to life just at the sight of you even after all this time. Some people just fall out of love after years of marriage, some people get tired of being tied down to one person, wanting more adventures, wanting to explore themselves with other people; but not them. It’s been decades, centuries even, and his heart still skips a beat with one look from you, the butterflies in his stomach flapping their wings furiously just at the thought of seeing you. He reverts back to his young self that first time; young yet he had never aged a day since, older but never the wiser.

He watches you bicker with Jimin, going back and forth on a name Jimin had found on the small computer. You’re both sitting on the bed, Jimin half lying down as he leans on his elbows to type something and occasionally turning the screen over to you. Jimin would argue but his pouting shows that he doesn’t care much about you rejecting most of his suggestions, happily going back to do more research while you watch him from the corner of your eyes, your body turned the other way towards where the cat is. It’s subtle but Namjoon can see it well enough.

He can also see the way you gaze over the others as they are absorbed in something else (either talking to each other or entertaining the cat), your eyes taking in their forms from head to toe. Namjoon had casually looked away when you finally turned to him, pretending to listen to Jungkook’s cooing to the cat. In his periphery, he sees you size him up, the cogs in your brain working, and he’s dying to know what you’re thinking about. He almost wants to turn around to make eye contact with you, to catch you red-handed as an excuse to ask, but he doesn’t. For some reason, he feels a little nervous himself. It’s been awhile since someone had looked at him like that.

Oh, how he misses that look. Namjoon lets his mind wander down memory lane, his body going slack, his head resting against the wall as he thinks back to simpler times. For some reason, the first memory that jumps into his mind is one of the many cycles, where you and Taehyung are ballroom dancing. Well, it was more you teaching him, counting the steps as you moved. You both moved round and round the living room. Back then, the house hadn’t been this big and they had to move the furniture out of the way but boy, were they happy. 

“One, two, three. One, two, three,” you counted as Taehyung watched his footing. You tugged at him. “Eyes on me, Taetae,” you said and Taehyung had stumbled, stepping on your foot. You both laughed and Namjoon had been glad it wasn’t him you were teaching. 

Taehyung said something that made you laugh even harder, chastising him to try harder because he chose this. If Namjoon remembers correctly, Taehyung had been invited to a ball (the first of many to come) and he had been coerced to go by his employer as her plus one so there was no way he could turn it down. He had grumbled and complained about it for weeks but the weekend is finally here and he just realised that he would have to dance.

“But I don’t want to dance with anybody else but you, my darling,” he pouted, twirling you around and then pulling you close to hug you from behind. Namjoon, who had been buried in a book in the corner, looked up in time to see your cheeks turning crimson. He loved that look on you, still does. Even more when he’s the reason.

Your eyes flicked up to meet his gaze and he lowered his book. You exaggerated an eye-roll, a message just for him to show your reaction to Taehyung’s whining, and he smiled, putting down the book completely. “You still need to do it, Taebear,” you cajoled, reaching behind you to pat his cheek.

Namjoon remembers watching in anticipation as you untangle yourself from Taehyung and padded over to him, placing yourself in between his legs and perching on his thigh, arms circling his neck as his own circled your waist as you both turned to watch Jungkook attempting to take your place. 

Namjoon can still feel the weight of you, can feel how soft your middle was as he hugged you to him. It was an intimate position, one that he would have to wait awhile until he can get it again, one he would wait forever for if he had to. 

 “Namjoon-hyung?”

Namjoon blinks, snapping out of his thoughts as he is wrenched out of his memories. Jungkook is looking at him with eyebrows raised. “Huh? What?”

Jungkook gestures towards you. “She was talking to you.”

~~~

A living room, cosy, warm lights, furniture pushed towards the wall.

I blink and the image is gone. Namjoon is looking at me, eyebrows raised. “Sorry, did you just say something?”

I stare at him, trying to remember what we had been talking about. What did I say to him? I can’t remember. Something cold and wet pushes against my fingers and I flinch back, surprise. The cat looks up at me, not with fear but curiosity, tilting his head and regarding me with those queer eyes, slow blinking. I run a finger over the top of his head. “Sorry, bud.”

I look back at Namjoon, hoping that whatever it was that I had said to him would come back but my mind is blank. I shake my head. “Never mind. I forgot.”

Namjoon looks a little apologetic. “Sorry, I zoned out.”

I flash him a smile. Before a yawn takes over me “It’s fine, Joonie. I’m getting tired, too.”

~~~

Joonie. You called him Joonie, the nickname you and only you have ever used for him way back when. 

Namjoon is dumbfounded, staring at you open-mouthed as you stand up and stretch to relieve the stiffness in your joints. Do you even notice it, the name you used? In his confused haze, he locked eyes with Hoseok whose face mirrors his. He wants to ask, to prod you about calling him that but his tongue seems to be stuck to the roof of his mouth, unyielding. As his brain battles with his heart, you pause and look back at him. 

“Is that alright?” you ask, head tilting to one side. “I called you a weird name.”

You sound confused yet apologetic and Namjoon’s face breaks into a smile.

~~~

The smile is so sincere, so warm it rendered me speechless, just staring at him.

“I love it,” he replies softly, his voice so velvety sweet something stirs in the pit of my stomach. “It’s not weird at all.” I can’t tell from the distance but his eyes seem to be glistening right before he gets up and looks away. 

“Time for bed,” Jin announces, stretching up on his tiptoes. He regards the cat sitting on my bed. “You sure he’ll be okay inside?”

I shrug. “I think so.”

The cat just returns Jin’s look coolly, almost as if it understood the man’s concern. He sits there at the edge of the bed, gazing lazily up at the seven men who are ready to leave for their rooms for the night. Jimin seems to hesitate, forehead creasing the longer he stares at the cat's back. I poke his shoulder with a finger. “He’s not going to eat me in the night,” I joke but Jimin just stares at me with widened eyes.

Taehyung comes forward and puts both hands around the cat’s head, holding it firm. “Don’t do anything bad, kitty.” He looks up at me and adds, “We’ll be just outside the door if anything happens.”

I laugh, waving him off. “Right, right. I’ll scream if anything happens. Now get to bed. All of you.”

“I can sleep on the floor to keep you safe,” Jungkook offers, stepping up. But Hoseok pulls him by the arm towards the door. “No, you can’t. Get to bed, punk.”

After a bout of repetitive good night wishes, the seven of them finally disappear into their respective rooms. For some reason, I decided to keep the bedroom door just slightly ajar. I turn around and immediately come face to face with the cat, sitting on the floor, staring at me. “You scared me,” I say with a hand on my chest. “Come on.”

He follows me to the bed and jumps up next to me as I lay down under the cover. When the lights are turned down, I lay there in silence, only hearing the gentle purr of the cat and the light swishing of his tails. I turn on my side and the cat shifts enough so that he’s facing me, eyes open, watching me, blinking slowly. It feels like, in the dark, his dual-toned eyes shine even brighter, two soft orbs glowing in the dark in a mixed haze of blue and yellow. I’m transfixed by the light, his eyes seeming to shimmer and pulse. 

I think I might have dozed off to sleep sometime in the night because when I open my eyes again, I’m in a living room, the warm lights down low, the fire crackling and the furniture all pushed back against the walls. The living room looks almost similar to the one on the first floor of the manor but smaller, the walls a bare white paint instead of the flowery wallpaper. 

“Darling?” 

I whip around and stumble back to see Taehyung standing there, his dark hair longer and curlier, falling over his handsome face. The shirt he’s wearing looks like something from a historical play, off-white and loose around his dark pants and knee-length boots. “Is something the matter?” he asks, concerned. 

Before I can say anything, a tall figure enters the room, wearing the same style outfit, the neck is loose enough for the top of his smooth chest to be displayed. He’s carrying a book and he looks at me then at Taehyung. “Practising for the ball, Taehyungie?”

“Yes,” groans Taehyung, pulling a face. But he immediately lightens up as he steps closer to me and puts one hand around my waist and pulls me close enough that our fronts touch. “I hate this but I’m glad I have a good teacher.”

He slides his hand into mine, his warm, bigger palm enveloping mine. “Lead the way, my teacher.”

We move around the living room, gliding effortlessly from corner to corner, me seemingly leading, Taehyung following. His steps started out careless, stepping onto my toes a couple of times before he finally got the hang of it. And I, confused as I was in the beginning, slowly slipped right into my role that felt peculiarly familiar, like I’ve lived this moment before. When he starts to banter with Namjoon, I knew their words even before they were spoken. It feels like when you dream of something you’ve dreamt of before or rewatched an old childhood movie.

Taehyung complains about having to go to this ball his employer had invited him to but grouching even more that he can’t say no. “But I don’t want to dance with anybody else but you, my darling,” he whines as he twirls me around and hugs me from behind.

I catch Namjoon looking and I just make an exaggerated face before telling Taehyung- no, Taebear, as I called him, that he still has to do it. I see Jungkook rise to his feet , teasing Taehyung for having two left feet and I free myself from Taehyung’s grip. My feet lightly step towards Namjoon, the kind of walk only those who are confident in the other’s receptance. He welcomes me with open arms, positioning me on his sturdy thigh as I loop my arms around his neck. This feels safe, this feels familiar, too. 

He has his arms around my waist as we both turn to watch Jungkook and Taehyung dance around the living room, laughing and joking with each other. I can feel the smile on my face, the warmth in my chest at the sight of my beloved boys. Beloved, because that’s what it feels like. Like they belong to me. Like they are mine.

Namjoon nuzzles my side and I look down at him. He peers up at me, saying something. I can see his mouth moving but no sound comes out. At the same time, my vision starts to get dark around the edges, like a vignetted photo, creeping further and further in, darkening my sight. Panic rises like bile as I claw my hands on the back of his shirt, a desperate attempt to hold on but somehow he seems to be moving away like some sort of distorted video until-

“Wake up, wake up!”

I gasp, flashing my eyes open. The first thing I notice are the pair of eyes, clouded with heavy worry, eyebrows knitting together. There’s a burning sensation on my shoulders and as reality sets in, I realise that Hoseok is leaning over me, his nails digging into the skin of my shoulders. 

Coming down from a dream that you’ve been wrenched out takes some time and when my mind is finally fully awake, fully registering what is happening, the emotions come crashing down and I’m crying for reasons unknown.

~~~

The tears bursting through your squeezed-shut eyelids are like punches to Hoseok’s heart, hard and landing where it hurts him the most. 

How bad was the dream? He had been downstairs for a glass of water, hearing small little whines that grew and grew into soft little painful moans as he reached the top of the stairs. His ears were already honed into the noise but it wasn’t the door standing ajar that alerted him to you, no, but the cat sitting right in front of your door, looking at him as if it had been waiting. Hoseok had rushed past it just barely missing stepping on its double tails, jumping onto the bed to shake you awake. 

The sight of your sobbing is gut-wrenching, something about the way you heave tells him that the dream had been a terrible one. He doesn’t manage to say much of anything through your crying so he does what he can only do best; hold you tight. 

“I’m here now, my angel,” he promises, rocking you in his arms as you clutch onto him. “I’m here. Hobi’s here.”

It’s a whole fifteen minutes of your sniffling and hiccuping, fifteen minutes of your head buried in his chest, his shirt feeling wet and sticking to his skin but not caring a bit. He runs his hand through your hair, remembering how he’s done this a million times before yet this still feels like the first time, your hair soft and silky in his fingers and smelling like your favourite shampoo. He wants nothing more than to stay this way but one look at the clock tells him he only gets just a few more hours. For now, it’ll be enough.

Once you’re calmed and the sniffling finally stops, Hoseok loosens his grip and you pull away, coming out of your hiding. You wipe your eyes with the back of your hands multiple times before looking up at him, cheeks rosy, eyes still sparkling with the remaining tears. It’s cliched, it’s corny but Hoseok can’t help but think you look beautiful like that; eyes puffy, wet eyelashes and slightly pouty lips, looking at him as if he's the only thing that can make everything better. 

“Sorry for your shirt,” you croak out, tugging at it, your bottom lip jutting out. He wishes he could catch it in between his own, massage it with his tongue to let you know that the shirt is the least of his worries right now. 

“Don’t worry about it,” he says, shaking his head. “You, on the other hand,” he holds your chin in between his fingers to tilt your head up, “are you feeling better?”

You nod but avoid his eyes, looking down and away. He grabs your chin harder, forcing you to look back at him. “Angel, I appreciate honesty. It’s the only way I can help.”

At his words, your throat constricts once again and the tears start pooling. You shake your head, your hair flying and the tears crawl their way down your face. Hoseok wipes them away before they drip off the edge of your face with both of his thumbs. Before he can stop himself, before he can talk sense into himself, before he even realises what he was doing, he leans down and plants two soft kisses on both your cheeks. If nothing else can make you stop crying, that did it. 

You stare at him and Hoseok thinks, fuck.

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

He braces himself for the rejection, for the push back, the disgust, pulling back only slightly to read your expression. Your eyebrows furrowed, your eyes are confused and he prepares for the anger, the consequences of his unthinking actions. 

But instead, he feels your lips on his.

~~~

He tastes like toothpaste. 

If I was in the right state of mind, this would be the last thing I would have done. If I had been more centred, I would have told him thanks and to go back to his room. If I had been sane in the moment, I would have looked away after those cheek kisses and told him that I’ll go back to bed now. If I hadn’t been selfish, I wouldn’t be kissing him right on the lips, pulling him in by the collar of his shirt.

He doesn’t deny me, leaning in further, his hand in my hair. The kiss deepens as Hoseok grows hungrier, his other hand leaning against the mattress to support us both. Oh, this feels so good yet so…painful. Like dying and coming alive in one breath. I can’t ignore the squeeze in my chest, both pleasant at finally being able to taste him yet excruciating, like I’ve been missing him for my whole life. 

It’s an odd, unexplainable emotion. How can you miss someone you’ve never met? But I do. I’ve missed him so much it feels like a piece of myself has fallen back into place, the edges where they connect singing as they fuse back together, slowly making me whole again. I can feel the wetness on my cheek again but as I cup his face, I realise they aren’t my tears but his, pouring down my thumb as he sobs. 

As much as I want to pull away to look at him, to hush him, to comfort him, I don’t want to break the kiss. I feel his tongue, tentative in between my lips and I welcome it. He lowers us to the bed, leaning on his elbow, his full weight snug on top of me, a calming presence that a weighted blanket could come close to. I wrap my arms around his waist, wanting nothing than to be closer. Whatever dream that I had earlier that had reduced me to such vulnerability is long forgotten. I’m just glad he’s here now.

Hoseok is the first to pull away, sucking in a big breath. We both chuckle silently as he looks down on me, his tear-stained face matching mine. I can feel him studying me, eyes roaming my face the same way an art connoisseur would appraise a priceless art piece. I can’t help but notice that the emotions in his eyes run deep, like he’s holding back so much more. The recognition in his gaze is heavy. 

He’s not looking at me in a way you look at something new; he’s looking at me the same way you look at something precious you’ve lost and now you’ve found again, making sure that all the spots and cracks and little markings are still there just how you remember it. He’s looking at me like he’s been missing me, too.

~~~

Words can’t describe the emotions bubbling just beneath the surface but even though you’ve kissed, Hoseok is not confident for anything more yet. It’ll be too much at once. 

But, oh, to have his lips on you again, to touch you this way again. His heart withered and bloomed at the same time; the feeling of finally letting go after being so exhausted only to follow by being fully energised once again, rising from the dead as if his sustenance arrived just in the nick of time. You. It will always be you, both the death of him and the reason he’s alive. 

In moments like these is when Hoseok completely forgets that it’s been hundreds of cycles, hundreds of you in the past. It’s moments like these when Hoseok swears that this could have been the first time, that he had been dreaming all these centuries, that the curse was just him reliving everything in his head and he’s finally woken up to reality. The kiss had been wet but only for both of your tears to mix, salty on his lips. He looks down on you, thumb rubbing circles on your temple as his fingers bury in your hair.

“Hi,” he whispers softly, his voice breaking.

“Hi,” you reply, equally soft.

The silence that follows doesn’t feel unwelcomed as you both stare at each other, gazing lovingly into each other’s eyes. Hoseok takes in everything; the flutter of your lashes, the scar on your left eyebrow that can only be seen up close, the beauty mark just below your eye that comes with every version of you, like a tag on a soul that tells them immediately who you are. This face has other markings and scars, ones you attained in this current life, ones that he can’t wait to explore and ask about. Like that tiny dip on the edge of your hairline or the faded spot on the corner of your lips. 

He focuses back to your eyes trying to catch a glimpse of the soul inside, the soul that reverberates in tune with his and the other six sleeping in their rooms right now. In those eyes, he glances at the lives you’ve led together before, bits and pieces of past memories, both good and bad. He knows that when the pieces connect, you will remember again but he can’t do anything to speed things up. But patience, he has, something that took him aeons to perfect. Delicate matters of the soul cannot be rushed. 

“Why do I feel like I’ve known you my whole life?” you mutter, running your middle finger over the middle of his forehead and down his nose, your palm spread. The butterfly touch, you called it the first time you did that in the first life, a name you made up. There’s butterfly kisses so this would be the butterfly touch, you announced before doing a demonstration to Jungkook for all of them to see. Jungkook had pressed a kiss to your palm at the end of it and that’s what Hoseok does now, pressing his lips to the middle of your hand as your finger lingers on his nose.

You blink a few times, like you’re remembering something and Hoseok holds his breath. But just as he thinks some things are coming back, it passes. You check the time and turn back to him apologetically. “It’s getting kind of late. You have work tomorrow,” you whisper almost shyly.  

He swallows the lump in his throat and nods. He sits up and sees the cat sitting on its own bed on the floor, lazily eyeing him before resting its head on its front paws. You catch Hoseok’s wrist before he moves away and he turns around to look at you questioningly, pleadingly. Hoseok smiles before climbing under the covers with you, laying on the extra pillow of your queen-sized bed. 

“Only until morning,” you mumble as you scoot down lower so that the blanket is up to your chin, your eyes closed. You are turned towards Hoseok, crouching in a sort of foetal position, lightly holding on to the sleeve of his pyjama shirt. “Only until morning,” you repeat sleepily.

Hoseok faces the window, the curtains pulled but he can already tell. It won’t be long now and when you wake up you’d think he had gone off to work without waking you and it would be fine, he thinks. He’ll just let you know that he had not wanted to wake you, that you had looked like you needed the rest, that he woke up really early anyway, too early for you whose class starts at ten o’clock. 

He stays like that, one hand resting on his own stomach, the other unmoving in between the two of you as you have a hold on him. He lays awake for a while until he hears your breathing evens out, the sound soft in his ears. How many times has he lied next to you like this, watching you sleep? How many times have you slept in the crook of his arms, skin to skin with not a thread on, falling asleep from the afterglow? As much as he wants to have all those again, he is more than happy to have you next to him like this, curled up against yourself.

Hoseok licks his lips and he thinks he can still taste you, bittersweet on his palate. He turns on his side so he can continue to watch you, his mind revisiting old memories of the first of the first kiss. Did it feel like this, too? Heavy yet enlightening? Hoseok doesn’t think so. It had only been giddying, the kind of kiss that renders his brain mute of any other thoughts. Where did it happen again? Oh yeah, he remembers it now.

Here in this same room, in the same spot. What are the odds? You came home one day moody and glum. You had gone out to the farmer’s market, a hop in your step when you left early that morning, the basket swinging from one hand. Hoseok remembers because he had offered to walk you halfway as it had been on his way to work. You had walked with your hands clasped around the basket handle, almost as if you’re worried you might accidentally grab his hand by habit out in public. 

Hoseok had remained close to you, chatting about his coworkers but eyes paying attention on the path so he could steer you out of the way of erring stones or puddles. You had separated at a fork in the path and you had waved at him until the trees got in the way of his sight of you. Imagine his surprise when he got home later that evening and you hadn’t been there to greet him. Taehyung had informed him that you had gone to deliver Jimin’s lunch at the school in the afternoon but had not returned. 

When you finally did, your mood was so sour it left the whole house in a sort of dimness that couldn’t be fixed no matter how many candles and lanterns had been left in every room. He had gone up to check on you, comfort you but the next thing he knew, his lips had been on yours, light and hesitance, but it stopped the tears. Their first kiss had lit up the whole house, chasing out the gloom that came in after you. Hoseok can’t remember the details of that night except for that kiss, feather-soft and innocent all on its own that if he closes his eyes now he can conjure up that same feeling.

Sometime in the night, through all of Hoseok’s lone reminiscence, he must have fallen asleep, head nodding off and leaning against yours, dreaming of easier and happier times. The dream must have leaked through to you, because through the night, you sleep with a smile on your face, finally peaceful.

~~~

The sun wakes me up before my alarm does, shining through a slit in the curtain straight into my eyes. 

The first thing I realise is that I can’t lift my head, something heavy is leaning against it. The second thing I notice is the warmth of a person’s body permeating close under the same blanket. Through my groggy eyes, I can see a hand in my own, our fingers lightly tangled together, my small ones in between long, slender ones. Pretty nails, I think. It takes awhile for it to register before my eyes shoot open, staring at the man in my bed, fast asleep.

My sudden movement had Hoseok’s head to fall forward in the absence of mine propping him up. He wakes up, slowly stretching and looking around through slit eyes. He sits up, hair sticking up in all directions, hunching in bed as his brain powers up. He rubs his eyes and looks around the room.

“I think you overslept,” I say and I see Hoseok visibly jump, turning around, wide-eyed. He scrambles to look around, patting the bed like he’s looking for something. Assuming he’s trying to locate his phone for the time, I pick up mine and hold it up to him. “It’s 9.30 in the morning. I’m so sorry, I should have set an alarm for you, too.”

Hoseok is still dumbfounded, gawking at me then to the phone before whipping his head around towards the windows where the sun is blazing through the curtains. He mumbles something I can’t catch and I lean forward. “What?”

Again, he leaps backward, jumping from the bed and standing in the middle of the room, staring at me like I got a bug on my face. He must be panicking about missing his work and the more he stared the more guilty I felt. “Maybe you can just call in sick? Let the others know that you’ll stay home today? I can call them for you if it makes it better.”

 The cat hops onto the bed, purring. He stretches his front legs before sitting down and turning towards where Hoseok is standing, looking like he might get a panic attack. I’m growing worried. “Hoseok, are you okay?”

Slowly and shakily, he lifts up a finger to point at me. He looks like someone who’s seen a ghost. “Y-you…” he gulps hard and my brain is reeling through hundreds of worst case scenarios at what he’s about to say. He tries again. “You…can see me?!”

That’s when the cat lets out a loud, rumbly meow, a clear answer to Hoseok’s ridiculous question. 

a/n: Dun-dun-duuuunn~! Lmk what you think about this chapter in the comments or ask! :)

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Do you think we will be seeing BT21 covering their father's skin on BTS chapter 2? We've seen so many nip- I mean bare chest, Hybe shouldn't be censoring them anymore, right?

babe the HYBE editors threw the stickers out the damned window because in chapter two, do they even have time to keep up?

i mean, if you are a maknae line bias then ... you are being fed fr fr. HYBE said "solo projects" and then all of them became immediately allergic to shirts? they're all out here spending their budgets on beautiful music videos and sick tattoos.

hyung line, meanwhile? what a buncha teases. we've only gotten the back of seokjin and namjoon (which i mean, we'll take amiright?) but i can't help but wish for just a little more.

but who am i kidding? i'm a sope bias, which means it's a longshot to get jung "never met a layer i didn't want to layer" hoseok and min "bitch it took me a year to begrudgingly show you my tattoo" yoongi to strip down.

so we'll take these maknae line offerings where we can get them. and we'll take the hyung line crumbs when we can, too.

[setsuuestsu]

Pollen

Sickie: Hoseok | Caretaker: Yoongi

Word Count: 992

”So why are we in a meadow?” Hoseok asks, holding his phone and taking short videos of the scenery.

Yoongi takes a deep breath. Its taking all of his meow-meow power to say what he’s about to say.

“I brought you here because …”

“Oh!” Hoseok gasps. “There’s a squirrel!”

Yoongi slips the stuffed animal he was going to ask Hoseok out with back into his pocket. “…there’s a squirrel.”

Of course there’s a squirrel.

The younger coos, taking photos of this squirrel as if it were a photoshoot or something. Yoongi huffed. It’s not like this squirrel had a manager or has performed sold-out concerts or anything, so why was Hoseok paying this bunny more attention?

He sighs. Yoongi knows that Hoseok’s attention span is that of a goldfish’s, but he didn’t think that asking the younger out would be this difficult. But he smiles watching Hoseok chase the damn squirrel around a meadow.

(And maybe he takes a few photos of his own)

But then he hears a small sneeze.

“Holy fuck, you’re getting sick, aren’t you?” Yoongi frets. “I should bring you back home. You need medicine.”

Hoseok sniffles again and gives a small, stifled sneeze. “I’m not getting sick, Yoon. I just had to sneeze.”

“Tell anyone and I will kill you.” Yoongi threatens, though there’s no real malice behind his words. (Not really)

Hoseok sniffles again, rubbing at his eyes. It’s unconvincing that he’s not sick or something, so Yoongi presses him harder.

“Stop denying it, Hoseok-ah. I know you aren’t feeling well. Let hyung take care of you.”

Hoseok gives a small chuckle. “Hyungie, you’re so cute.”

And Yoongi just about dies.

But that’s not the point.

“But hyung, I’m really not getting sick.” Hoseok insists. “I just got a little stuffy, I swear.”

Oh.

So yeah.

Yoongi nods along, pretending like he knew this from the beginning. “Yeah, I was just testing you.”

Hoseok gives him a strange look, then gives his nose a small rub. “I’m just itchy.”

He sniffles again, then shakes himself off. “Let’s make flower crowns!”

❀༉ ❀༉ ❀༉ ❀༉ ❀༉ ❀༉ ❀༉ ❀༉

In a small, secluded part of the meadow, Yoongi and Hoseok are seated amongst the prettiest wildflowers. It’s taking all of Yoongi’s willpower to not stick a flower in Hoseok’s hair.

Why is the younger so pretty?

“Hyung, do you have enough flowers?” Hoseok asks, already twirling the flowers’ stems between his petite fingers.

Yoongi looks down at his somehow dry, wilted flowers. He genuinely doesn’t know how, considering he picked the ones next to the ones Hoseok has picked.

Hoseok sniffles again.

“Seok? Are you sure you’re alright?” he asks. Hoseok has been sniffling for some time now so he’s a little worried.

“It’s nothing, I promise!” the younger insists, shaking his head, then pressing his finger underneath his nose. “Heh-“

He then rubs at his eyes, which probably only irritates them even more.

Yoongi is unimpressed. Something is going on with his lover friend and he has to find out what.

Is he upset?

Yoongi frowns. He hadn’t considered that maybe Hoseok just doesn’t want to be here and the younger would rather be at home with his dog. He puts down his flower crown, slightly more downcast.

Hoseok ducks his head down towards his chest and lets out a congested sneeze. After a few seconds, he looks up at him with a hand cupped over his nose. “Hyung, did you happen to bring a tissue with you?”

It seemed Hoseok wasn’t mad at him, thank god. Just … sneezy?

That’s better than mad, he mused.

He quickly searches his pockets, pulling out a clean napkin from their earlier lunch. “Just this, Seok.”

Hoseok immediately takes it and blows his nose into it. Yoongi cringes at the sound it makes. The younger must have been really congested.

“Better?” Yoongi asks. He waits as Hoseok pauses, folds the napkin over, and sneezes harshly into the other side.

Hoseok’s not exactly convincing him that he’s not sick …

The realization hits him like a truck.

“Seok, you’re allergic to pollen, aren’t you?”

Hoseok gives a miserable sniffle. “Yeah. But flowers are really pretty.”

Yoongi mentally slaps himself on the forehead. The signs were all there; the sneezing, the runny nose, the itchy eyes …

“At least it’s not cats…?” Hoseok offers, then sneezes twice. “If it were cats I would be …” he lets out an involuntary shiver.

“We’re going home.” Yoongi insists, no room for arguments.

“What?” Hoseok’s eyes widen. “No no no, we can’t! We have to finish the crowns first!”

Yoongi is unimpressed. “You are, quite literally, allergic to them. So no, we are not finishing them.”

He’s met with a sniffle and then at least five sneezes before Hoseok’s answer. “Please? Pretty please? I’ll add a cherry on top!”

Maybe ice cream would have made a better date because so much for asking Hoseok out. This went horribly …

“Seok, I’m going to bring you home.” Yoongi says, using the voice he usually uses to get Taehyung to take his hand out of the cookie jar or for Jungkook to turn his games from volume 71 to a more respectable volume.

Hoseok deflates, and slumps off in the direction of Yoongi’s car.

As much as he hates to see Hoseok upset, a healthy Hobi would be a happier Hobi.

When he gets to the car, Hoseok is already in the passenger seat using a napkin most likely from the glove compartment to blow his nose. He repeats the process a few times until he deems it satisfied and then crumples up the tissue and sets it inside Yoongi’s car garbage bag.

Hoseok sniffles. “I had fun. Despite everything, I had a lot of fun.”

Yoongi, mentally cursing himself, reaches for Hoseok’s hand and squeezes it. “I’m glad.”

“Next time let’s go to a cat cafe!” Hoseok cheers.

The elder’s eyes widen. “Seok, no!”

[btshurtcomfortprompts]

Master List of Prompt Fills

EMETO FILLS

Title: untitled | Author: @sicjimin | Sickie: Seokjin | Caretaker: Namjoon

Prompt: Seokjin has the flu. He feels like he’s going to throw up so he camps out in the bathroom. He’s in there for several hours, nervous to leave because of how ill and nauseous he feels. His entire body aches from the illness and from sitting on the bathroom floor so he finally lets Namjoon convince him to go back to bed. The second he gets into bed is when his stomach finally decides it’s time to bring everything up.

Title: untitled | Author: @sneakykpopblog | Sickie: Seokjin | Caretaker: Namjoon

Prompt: Seokjin has the flu. He feels like he’s going to throw up so he camps out in the bathroom. He’s in there for several hours, nervous to leave because of how ill and nauseous he feels. His entire body aches from the illness and from sitting on the bathroom floor so he finally lets Namjoon convince him to go back to bed. The second he gets into bed is when his stomach finally decides it’s time to bring everything up.

WHUMP FILLS

Title: Shoulder To Lean On | Author: @borahaehae | Sickie: Seokjin | Caretaker: Namjoon

Prompt: Seokjin is so exhausted he can barely stay awake. He’s counting down the hours until he can get into his bed and sleep for three days straight. He tries to keep himself awake until he can do that, but keeps falling asleep sitting up or in strange positions. Namjoon sticks by his side so he’ll at least have a shoulder to rest his head on.

Title: untitled | Author: @crystalsnow95z | Sickie: Jimin | Caretakers: Taehyung, Seokjin

Prompt: The day after Jimin bruises his ribs, he comes down with a cold.

SICKFIC FILLS

Title: Untitled | Author: @crystalsnow95z | Sickies: Seokjin, Hoseok | Caretaker: OT7

Prompt: Seokjin comes down with a mild cold, but then one of the other members notice he’s starting to take a lot of pain relievers after a few days. It turns out he has developed an ear infection.

Title: Untitled | Author: @setsuuestsu | Sickie: Hoseok | Caretaker: Jimin

Prompt: Cuddling a sick Jimin seemed like it would be fine—his immune system was strong, after all. (Of course Hoseok catches Jimin’s illness)

SNZ FILLS

Title: Warn A Guy | Author: @bultaoreunheyyy | Sickie: Taehyung (kind of? allergies?) and slightly injured Hoseok

Prompt: Hoseok gets startled by Taehyung’s loud sneezing, so Taehyung tries his best to warn him before he sneezes.

Title: Snow | Author: @bultaoreunheyyy | Sickie: Yoongi, Taehyung, Jungkook

Prompt: Yoongi sneezes when he gets cold

Title: Ocean | Author: @bultaoreunheyyy | Sickie: Yoongi

Prompt: Yoongi sneezes when he gets cold

Title: Chills | Author: @bultaoreunheyyy | Sickie: Yoongi | Caretaker: Jimin

Prompt: Yoongi sneezes when he gets cold

Title: Untitled | Author: @crystalsnow95z | Sickie: Jimin | Caretaker: Taehyung, Jungkook

Prompt: Jimin loves cats. He’ll volunteer at animal shelters, visit cat cafés, pet any stay kitten he sees walking by. Jimin is also very, very allergic to cats.

[crystalsnow95z]

your allergy fics are so good! would you be able to write one with jungkook? any caretaker, with jungkook coming into contact with something he's terribly allergic to but he wants to enjoy (like a bouquet of flowers or a cute kitten idk) and it sets him off sneezing a ton, with a super itchy nose. thank you!

I have plenty of mostly finished projects, but I can't bring myself to post them, so I keep working on new ones, and after months, I finally made one I like!

"Jaykay...Jungkook-ah.. wake up.. we're landing.." Hoseok shakes the mankae when his gentle approach doesn't work. "Jaykay your face is so puffy.." Hoseok smiles fondly, grabbing Jungkook's face and smooshing his face in between his fingers.

Jungkook moans in complaint, his eyes fluttering open to look at Hoseok. "Hyung..what time is it?" he grabs Hoseok's wrist to get him to stop attacking his cheeks, rubbing at his eyes. "It's morning still?"

"It is..Good morning Junggukkie." Hoseok smiles, feeling pride in successfully getting him to start moving. "It's because of the time difference. Remember?"

Jungkook studies his surroundings perplexed before his eyes widen with recognition when the sleep that fogged his memory dissipates, replaced with excitement. "Oh! I know! We're filming a music video!I'm so excited! We're going to be filming by a real waterfall and going to a garden with hundreds of different flowers and we're going to work with birds!" The memory of the meeting floods over him.

"We're going to get amazing photos. I wonder if we'll get to see a real toucan." Taehyung adds in his own excitement, leaning forward to talk to Jungkook.

"Toucan? Do you really think we can see a real one? I've seen videos of them and they don't look real." Hoseok adds in.

"Everyone, please return to your seats and buckle up." The boys hear the announcement, gathering up their things.

"Namjoon-ah do you have everything?" Yoongi asks, placing his tablet into his bag.

"Of course. You gifted me a holder for my passport after that incident in japan.." Namjoon pulls out the passport that was tucked into his shirt.

"That's because we almost couldn't perform.. you're lucky that man found it in the bathroom for you.. What about your headphones?"

Namjoon opens his airpod case, ears reddening when he sees there's only one inside, feeling around his seat until he finds it. "You knew i lost one didn't you hyung.."

"It fell out when you were sleeping." Yoongi smiles, then gasps in surprise when the turbulence hits, clutching onto the armrest, his stomach churning uncomfortably.

"You okay Yoongi?" Jin asks, taking out his headphones when he feels Yoongi's hand brush against his arm.

"I'm okay, my stomach just fluttered.." Yoongi swallows the saliva that filled his mouth, taking a deep breath. "It'll pass.."

"We're almost on the ground, and we'll have a few hours to rest." Jin reassures the daegu rapper, taking his hand.

"Thanks hyungie.." Yoongi speaks softly, squeezing Jin's hand.

"You don't have to thank me. Just take it easy until the shoot okay?" Jin gently runs his thumb across Yoongi's knuckles.

"We landed!" Jungkook says excitedly, unbuckling himself, but Hoseok puts his hand on Jungkook's thigh.

"Let's wait a bit to get off Kook-ah." Hoseok orders gently side eyeing Yoongi, who still hadn't regained the color in his cheeks.

"Yes hyung..." Jungkook settles back in, eyes sparkling. It doesn't matter if I have to wait. I'll be able to film with the birds and see the waterfall and take pretty photos for army.

"Is everyone finished changing?" Namjoon asks, looking over his team, frowning when he notices Jungkook's darker outfit in comparison to everyone else's vibrant colors."Jungkook, that's the wrong outfit..that's for the garden shoot.."

"Aish..I'm sorry Hyung.." Jungkook quickly starts stripping to switch outfits. "Everything looks so pretty from the carride and the hotel view..I got excited.." he casts his eyes down guiltily. I'm not some teenager anymore.. I need to concentrate and not make such rookie mistakes.. I should've noticed I didn't match..

"It's okay, just pay attention from now on, alright? We need to focus on filming. We only have so much daylight with outside shoots." Namjoon rubs Jungkook's back, helping him get changed to make it quicker.

"I'll pay attention from now on.." Jungkook promises shyly looking away from Namjoon. After switching to match the others in the mankae line, the seven boys leave the dressing room, Jungkook fighting the urge to run towards the sound of the waterfall.

Hoseok and Jimin links arms with Jungkook, keeping him at pace with the others. "Calm down Jaykay you don't want to risk getting hurt on this uneven ground before we even get there." Hoseok scolds him gently, leading him around a tree root.

"I'll be careful, sorry hyung.." Jungkook watches his feet carefully stepping over branches and stones that made it on the path. Taehyung and Namjoon walk ahead of them, taking photos of the scenery in front of them. "Why can't I run free with Rapmonie hyung and Taehyungie-hyungie?"

"What? You don't want to walk with me?" Jimin pouts, letting go of Jungkook. "Fine, go play with them."

"I didn't mean it like that Jimin-shii.. I just wanted to go ahead too.." Jungkook relinks his arm with Jimin pulling him and Hoseok to walk ahead with the others.

"Look Hyung! That tree.. it's filled with birds." Jungkook points our, his voice scaring the birds into fleeing in several directions.

"Kook-ah you scared them away." Namjoon frowns, watching them go with disappointment.

"I'm sor..ah..ah.." Jungkook puts his hand over his nose with an itch forms, breath hitching. "Ah..heygifh!"

"[Bless you]" Jimin speaks in English. "You okay? Not catching a cold are you? You did sleep the whole plane ride.."

"No, no I'm okay..my nose just had a bad itch.."Jungkook sniffles, wiping his nose with the side of his hand. "A feather must've tickled my nose or something..I haven't felt sick today."

"I can see the waterfall!" Jin announces, everyone looking forward, trying to spot it through the trees.

"Oh wow, it's bigger than I thought it would be.." Yoongi's eyes widen when he sees it, the boys rushing to get closer.

Jungkook bends down to take a photo of a cluster of flowers,trying to ignore the itch that annoyed the tip of his nose.

"Don't get too close to the water, Jungkook-ah. You need to stay dry for the shoot."

"I won't hyung..I'm just looking at the flowers.." Jungkook's breath hitches when another sneeze builds up, but he gently rubs it away. I can't be getting sick now.. we're spending four days in a tropical paradise.

"Did you get water in your nose Gukkie?" Taehyung asks when he approaches Jungkook, the younger jumping when he sees Taehyung next to him.

"Aish, Hyung you scared me.. I didn't hear you coming over the water. I don't know what's wrong with me, but .ah..agh..heh'ticgish!" Jungkook quickly covers his face, Taehyung grabbing the back of his shirt to keep him balanced. "Ugh. Thanks Taehyungie-hyung. I was fine earlier..I don't know why I'm sneezing all of a sudden.."

"Maybe it's all the flowers.. maybe you should take some medicine just in case.." Taehyung suggests, pulling Jungkook away from them.

"But I want to get some good shots for Army to see." Jungkook whines, but makes no attempt to pull away.

"We have to work now. We can take photos together later, and I can take photos for you if you can't get close." Taehyung promises leading him back to the others. "Is there any way we can get allergy medicine for Jungkook? His nose is getting red and stuffy.."

"I'm sorry, but we would have to go back to the resort for that.. I'll send someone to go get some. Do you think you can film until then Jungkook-sii?" The manager asks.

"Yes, I'll be okay. It's not that bad. It's just an annoyance.. I can still film.." Jungkook replies politely.

A female staff member digs in her purse, handing him a small packet of tissues. "Here Jungkook. Blowing your nose might help."

"Thanks Noona.." he bows, turning away from the others to try to clear his nose of the clear goo. "That's much better.."

As soon as the seven members get their makeup redone and the director gives them their directions, the boys get right to work going through the scenes and choreography.

"Jimin-ah..you weren't looking in the same direction as the others and you led on the wrong foot.." Hoseok scolds him when they were reviewing the clips, noticing Jimin was looking at Jungkook who couldn't stop sniffling, fighting off the urge to sneeze.

"I'm sorry.. can we do it one more time? I'll get it right this time." Jimin bows in apology to his members, looking at Jungkook when he does it. Jungkookie looks uncomfortable..I need to get it right the first time so he can get some time to rest.

Jungkook tries to hold back another sneeze when he sees Jimin's worried gaze staring back at him, but Jimin could see his nose twitching as the itch builds up.

"Noona will be back soon.." Jimin gently uses his thumb to wipe the tear that formed in Jungkook's tear duct. "You don't have to be tough for us, okay?"

"I'm not crying..my eyes are just watering because of my allergies.." Jungkook sniffles. "I'm okay..it's just irrita..ah..itdgitch! Heh'itchu!"

"Bless you.." Hoseok frowns, hugging Jungkook from behind. "My poor baby.."

"Jungkook-sii I got..you the medicine." The staff member who ran to the resort calls to him, out of breath from running back.

Taehyung rushes over to get the medicine from her, popping the blister pack to get the round pink pill for Jungkook, bringing it back to him. "Here Jungkookie, I got it."

"Thanks Hyung." Jungkook swallows the pill Taehyung gives him, Jimin getting him water to help it go down quicker. "Let's do the shoot again."

"You don't want time for it to kick in?” Jin asks, fretting over the youngest.

Jungkook shakes his head."No, I already got us behind schedule with all the touch ups.. I can do it.."

Jungkook and Taehyung rush ahead of the other members despite the older members calling to them,unable to hear them over the sound of the birds.

"Oh wow.. it's so pretty!" Jungkook's pupils take over his irises, his eyes becoming to round black discs, taking in the special guests for their music video. "Oh wow..This one's purple..I never seen a purple bird before!'

"This is [purple honeycreeper.] This one rescue. I thought he would be perfect for you ." The bird handler smiles when he sees the boys look surprised at his Korean skills.

"[Purple honeycreeper..]" Jungkook repeats the name in English. "[What's bird name?]"

"[Ah, right introductions...] I'm Gary and this bird here is Viola."

"Can I touch?" Jungkook asks, ignoring his body's warning. The medicine helped him yesterday, but at the moment he felt just as bad as he did the first day they were filming.

"Hold out finger." Gary tells him, showing Taehyung what to do by getting Viola to go on his finger. "[Step up Viola.]" He gives the command, letting her climb onto his finger.

The other members catch up, taking in the sights of the colorful birds surrounding them.

Jungkook holds his to Viola, gasping when he feels the bird use its beak to balance herself while she climbs onto his finger. "Look Hyung..i'm holding a bird!" Jungkook sniffles, turning to the man. "Can i pet?"

"As long as you only touch her head and neck." Gary gently ordered.

"You can't touch a bird anywhere else or it will think you want to mate." Yoongi tells Jungkook.

Jungkook turns to the handler, who blushes."Ah, that's true. It.. excites them if you touch its wings or chest too much.."

Jungkook nods, gently touching Viola's head, gently ruffling the feathers. Oh no.. not now..

Jungkook quickly places his hand on Taehyung's shoulder, hoping the bird would have a safe escape from the sneezes he could feel coming despite his efforts to hold them back. "Heh'heh..heygifh! Heh'itchu! Higtcvhsgh!"

Viola screeches, flapping her wings in fear jumping off of Jungkook's hand and jumping onto Taehyung's head, trying to get farther from the sound that startled her.

The other birds go into panic at the sound of viola, Hoseok clinging to Namjoon when they take flight.

Jungkook covers his face,trying to muffle the sound, but when the birds take flight the feeling only worsens. "Hehtichih!"

"[Woah, Woah. It's okay Viola.. it's okay..]" Taehyung tries to speak English for the frightened bird, Gary trying to calm his other pets down.

"Somethings wrong you need to get away.." Jin starts leading Jungkook away from the chaos, his heart racing in fear.

I can't breathe..I need to calm down..

Jungkook staggered away from the others, Jin keeping a tight grip on the mankae"Woah Jungkook I got you.."

"Heh..hehitxgh! Heh'itchu! Hey'itchi!" Jungkook let out another flurry of sneezes, holding Jin tightly. It wasn't the flowers..

"Here Jungkookie, look at me.." Jin gently leads his chin up, taking a nasal spray from the bag he was given as an accessory. "I got this just in case.."

"Thanks hyung.." Jungkook sniffles, taking it from Jin. "Heh'itchii! Hey'itchi!" He sneezes as soon as he puts it near his nose only amplifying the itch that plagued his sinuses.

"Here let hyung do it." Jin gently grabs Jungkook's chin, tilting his head upwards. "Try to sit still for me. I'll make it quick..okay?"

Jungkook nods, holding his breath to try to avoid sneezing on Jin as he swiftly sprays the medicine into one nostril than the other.

"Hei' etfhitch! Heh'itchu!" Jungkook's eyes water as he sneezes. "I'm sorry Hyung.."

"It's okay baby.. I know you aren't feeling well." Jin rubs the back of Jungkook's neck. "I think your allergic to birds Jungkookie.."

"I was around birds before..I was fine.." Jungkook sniffles, rubbing at his nose to try to ease the itch that threatened to cause more sneezes to erupt from him.

"You can develop new allergies Kook-ah.. I know how excited you were to play with them, but outside of filming I think you should avoid them." Jin tells him solemnly.

Yoongi goes up to them with a small packet of tissues,giving it to Jungkook. "They got the birds under control, but they want to give them time to fully calm down."

"That's good. I was worried I ruined the...heh..heh.." Jungkook felt the sneeze building, but it was only a false start. "Ruined the music shoot.." he finishes, his voice coming out as a nasally whisper, trying to clear his nose to see if that would ease the discomfort that was making him miserable.

"It's not your fault, Jungkookie. We could always make changes. What's important is that you don't suffer for the shoot. Even if you push through it, army will be able to see how much you're suffering." Yoongi puts his arm around Jungkook, pulling him close.

"I'll go get the others so we can see what our next move is. We'll figure this out together, okay Kookie?" Jin leaves to the filming site.

"Hyung I really wanted to play with the birds.." Jungkook sighs, knowing that all the members would agree with Jin.

"I know. Life sucks.. now you and Jiminie can suffer together." Yoongi teases him lightly, getting a small smile out of Jungkook.

[constelladream]

@┊BASICS! ˎˊ˗

STAGE NAME: Ario

BIRTHNAME: Ario Chae Sanchez

BIRTHDATE: 8th of January, 2002

BIRTH PLACE: Palermo, Buenos Aires, Argentina

HOMETOWN: Palermo, Buenos Aires, Argentina

ETHNICITY: Korean

NATIONALITY: Korean-Argentinian

LANGUAGES: Spanish // Korean // English (Semi-Fluent)

@┊SOCIALS! ˎˊ˗

INSTAGRAM || aririririo

TWITTER || - none -

TIKTOK || - none -

@┊CAREER! ˎˊ˗

AGENCY: ColorCover Entertainment

TRAINING TIME: 2018-2023 (5 yrs)

POSITION: Lead Vocalist, Face of the Group, Producer Line

CONSTELLATION: Vulpecula (Fox)

SURVIVAL SHOWS/COMPETITIONS: WANNABE IDOL

@┊PERSONALITY! ˎˊ˗

Ambitious

Caring

Prankster

Hardworking

Confident

@┊FAMILY & RELATIONSHIP STATS! ˎˊ˗

FAMILY || Father, Mother, Older Sister

SEXUALITY || Pansexual

PRONOUNS || He/Him

RELATIONSHIP STATUS || Taken

@┊FUN FACTS! ˎˊ˗

Ario, along with the rest of the CONSTELLA members, competed in the survival show 'WANNABE IDOL'. He placed 12th overall

He's a former member of the company's EL!TE Project, a project group that silently disbanded in 2020

In 2022, it was revealed that during his time as a member of the EL!TE Project, Ario was in a relationship with well known model EUNHO, who was a trainee under the same company at the time. Ario confirmed it but also revealed that they had broken up at the beginning of 2020 and that he wishes not to be associated with EUNHO anymore.

Ario is allergic to shellfish and cat fur

He's childhood friends with Nico of F3VER (@f3verdr3eam)

Ario is currently in a relationship with Hoseok of NIBIRU (@oricnibiru)

[bisexualhobi]

in the vlive after, hobi said he did a lot this year but not that he had done well. i know his perfectionist overachiever self is comparing his sales to nj's and jin's and whatever records jk has supposedly achieved. ughhh

he is so critical of himself it makes me fucking frustrated lmao hoseok is like. physically allergic to receiving praise and recognition on his own. it's really interesting to see cause tbh i don't take hoseok as the type of person to pay attention to numbers and charts that much but a part of me is glad he's seeing himself flop. maybe that way he will snap out of it and realize hybe is actively fucking him over while the rest of bts are coddled

[kkulina]

Riddles of the Heart : SOPE (on Wattpad) https://www.wattpad.com/story/370051749-riddles-of-the-heart-sope?utm_source=web&utm_medium=tumblr&utm_content=share_myworks&wp_uname=kkulina For instance, at a business meeting, Hoseok was served seafood, which he was allergic to. Luckily, Yoongi was present that day and, creating a scene, spilled Sprite all over the food, ensuring that Hoseok was served something else instead. Hoseok: "Mr. Min, why do you always embarrass me in front of others?" Yoongi: "But Boss, you couldn't eat that food, it was-" Hoseok: "Mr. Min, I can take care of myself." Yoongi: "Yes, I know, that's why you were about to eat that food. Listen, Mr. Boss, you only know how to say no to me, not to anyone else." For instance, at a business meeting, Hoseok was served seafood, which he was allergic to. Luckily, Yoongi was present that day and, creating a scene, spilled Sprite all over the food, ensuring that Hoseok was served something else instead. Hello everyone............ here I'm with a new story..... SOPE world....... Enjoy the story

[skateamini]

I noticed that the tags for the fanfic I recommended for you (High Violet) are few and vague, so...

Taehyung is a florist, he has a flower shop and develops a crush on Hoseok, who starts going to the store even though he is allergic to flowers.

It's a very cute, humorous and sexy story (Hobi bottom!).

Thank you for further info. While I was going to take your word for it, I appreciate the extra info. My eyes narrrowed in on "Hobi bottom" too. SOLD. I'll read it ASAP.