#and as soon as I opened it and saw my bias I just squealed

[maxgicalgirl]

HE IS GREEN I am in love with him

[xoioel]

➤ MENT TO BE

parings: tzuyu x 10th!Member Reader

genre: fluff, angst

warning; none

summary: Being new to all of the relationships stuff, Tzuyu thought you had left but in reality you were just cooking breakfast

note: very short but i love it so. Love my bias Tzuyu

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Tzuyu groaned as she rolled towards the nightstand to silence her alarm. It was the one she only set to make sure she didn’t sleep all day on her rare days off. She wanted to make sure that she spent most of it with you. At the thought of you, she instinctively rolled back towards your side of the bed, opening her mouth to tell you to wake up. Her jaw hung open in shock when she didn’t see you in bed next to her. Her brow furrowed in confusion, making her sit up to find some sort of answer as to why you weren’t lying in her bed.

No text messages, no note, no sign of your things. She sighed defeatedlty, letting her insecurities get the better of her. She probably said something that scared you off last night. She figured that her telling you she loved you must have made her look desperate. Even worse, maybe you weren’t in love with her back at all and left her because it would be too hard to say it to her face?

Her internal monologue was interrupted by a loud crash that sounded like it came from the kitchen. She immediately sprung up, startled and wanting to investigate the scene. She hurriedly turnt the corner into the kitchen, and stopped in her tracks at the sight before her. There you were, cleaning flour up off the floor while the kitchen was in shambles around you. The counter was covered in eggs and milk, all the pots and pans were brought out from the cupboard, and something was burning on the stove.

“Ah, I’m sorry babe, I didn’t mean to wake you up!” you cried as you noticed her in front of you. “No, it’s okay. I’m kind of relieved to be honest.” she laughed, putting her hands up in her hair in disbelief. “What exactly are you doing?” You sighed, dumping the dustpan into the trash. “Well, I’m trying to make us pancakes, but it’s not exactly working out.” She gave you an affectionate pout, clasping her hands over her heart. Here she was, worried that you didn’t love her and abandoned her, when you were just in the kitchen making her breakfast. She felt so stupid, and a little bit guilty too. “Awh, you’re so precious Y/N! Let me help you…”

She put her long auburn locks up into a ponytail and approached your messy bowl of batter to make some new pancakes. She had apparently been making them for the girls lately, and had gotten pretty good at it. You had never really cooked them by yourself, you just wanted to surprise her. “You’re so good at this honey!” you squealed, wrapping your arms around her torso in a soft back hug. “Sorry I couldn’t make them myself. I wanted to surprise you with breakfast in bed.” She giggled, flipping a pancake. “Hey, it’s the thought that counts! It’s so kind of you just to want this. Besides, it’s more special because we got to work together on it!” Soon your girlfriend had cooked up a huge stack of beautiful pancakes, and you were sitting at the table about to devour them. “I was relieved to see you here…” She said as she drunk her juice.

“Tzu?” you asked suddenly, stopping your knife mid-saw. “What did you mean when you said you were relieved to see me in the kitchen earlier?” She set down her glass of juice, eyes going wide at the table beneath her as she tried to think of what to say. Her fingers drummed on the table for a minute before she gave you a fake laugh. “Of course I just meant that I was happy you weren’t hurt… I heard a loud noise so I ran out and-“

“Tzuyu.” you stopped her, looking at her with a knowing expression. You reached forward and grabbed her hand, rubbing your thumb against the back. She looked at you with big, vulnerable eyes, completely frozen. “You didn’t think I left, did you?” She glanced to the side with an anxious smile, biting her lip. After she collected herself, she turned back to face you. “I didn’t mean to think poorly of your loyalty, I was just scared because of what I said last night.”

“What, that you love me?” you inquired, squinting your eyes slightly in confusion. “I said I loved you too though...” You said very confused. “Y/N please don’t be upset,” she pleaded, eyes growing glossy. “I know you’re not that kind of person. I was more looking down on myself because I thought I didn’t deserve you.”

“Hey hey, there’s no need to cry…” you hushed her, pulling out the chair to sit in her lap. “I’m not upset with you, I’m just worried that you don’t know how much I love you. Nothing you ever say could scare me. I’ll never see you as desperate just because you don’t want to be abandoned. Relationships are scary, I would be more concerned if you didn’t get anxious. But I promise I’m not going anywhere.” Her face slowly turnt up into a loving smile as she put her arms up around your shoulders to embrace you. “You always know the perfect thing to say.”

You rested your forehead against hers, looking deep into her eyes. “The only thing I know for sure is that I love you.” You say very happily, “I love you too, Y/N. I think I just needed to hear it from you first.” She giggled, leaning forward to meet your lips in a soft, slow kiss. It was full of adoration and gratitude, and you could feel through the grip she had on your shift that she was trying to communicate how she felt about you with her actions. And of course, you understood her perfectly. That was what made you two such a perfect match after all! The both of you spent the rest of the day doing all of things you both love. Also going to you guys favorite stores and stopping at the animal shelter so look at all of the puppies. Going to Tzuyus favorite clothing store and your favorite stores aswell. You both are just ment to be…

© xoioel — do not copy, translate, or share my work.

[imthepunchlord]

Random Story Setting Idea (you don't have to do anything with this if you don't want to, I just want to see writers' thoughts when they hear these prompts):

The charming and elegant guest bedroom with a four-poster bed in a medieval fantasy world

Celest dropped on the bench with a loud groan. More to herself, she announced, "I, am officially exhausted."

"I could carry you," Lunu offered immediately, his light green wings twitching.

"You just can't make that offer to only Celest," Geore grouched, dropping onto the same bench, the unfortunate seat sinking into the ground while the other end shot up, making Celest squeak as she was tossed up, then dropped into orc's side.

Lunu made a displeased chitter. "I could never carry you, Geore. You're too big."

"I think it's more your open bias that's the issue," Chandelure said, looking a little flushed, sending a half hearted glare to the sun.

"But I always show my bias. Why is it an issue now?"

Sighing, Celest offered her waterskin to the merfolk, offering, "Do you need my water, Chand?"

"I need a bath," Chandelure groaned. "And soon. Luckily, Sir Magnificence is one of the wealthiest teachers of Valore, so we'll get something good."

"Indeed you will my dedicated students!"

The all had a start as the wizard appeared, offering them all a big smile. It dropped when he turned his gaze to Celest and Geore. "Aaaand Geore. Who's ruining public seating. I'll get billed for that later..."

Geore gave a low growl.

"WHO'S ready for a four star hotel experience!" Magnificence asked dramatically, offering them all a big beam.

"Really?!" Celest gasped.

"You four have the honor of having me as your escort for this adventure! What amazing teacher would I be if I didn't treat you guys?"

"This is so much better than traveling with Rafaello!" Chandelure squealed.

Celest quietly agreed. As much as she admired the gruff wingless harpy, as he was a powerful and capable monk, one of the greatest heroes to arise in the recent era; he was not the pampering sort. Even in cities, he'd rather they camp out in a local park than an inn. Builds character, he'd say.

But sometimes, she just wants a bed.

And the excitement for that bed drew as Sir Magnificence lead them to his selected inn, looking like a palace to their tired eyes. The teens were all walking on an eager high as they were led up to their room, which came crashing down when they saw a singular bed.

It was big.

Easily able to fit four people.

But it was still a single bed.

"What is this," Chandelure demanded.

"Your room," the wizard answered, like it was obvious.

"Why is there only one bed?" Chandelure demanded.

"Ah, a room with five beds was double this one's price. I have to be a little frugal."

"Are you serious! Geore's going to crush us in our sleep!" Chandelure proclaimed.

"Hey!" Geore protested.

"You'll be fine," Magnificence dismissed, "at most, you'll just be Geore's teddy bear for the night. He likes to cuddle with someone while he sleeps."

"No I don't!"

"Geore. I did most of the night watch. You hug your pillow more than you sleep on it."

"I still want my own bed!" Chandelure snapped.

Lunu announced, "I don't sleep in beds. I sleep on walls."

"Well there you go! You got some extra space now! That all works out, right?"

Chandelure and Geore glared at him.

Celest was still gaping at the big singular bed.

"You guys sleep well, we leave at the crack of dawn," Magnificence said, leaving them with a dramatic flare of his cloak.

With an irritated groan, Chandelure said, "I'm going to take a back. Celest, when I am done, you're going to help me get out of it, and when we sleep, I am sleeping far away from Geore."

"Fine with me," Geore snapped, "I don't want to get poked by your fins or deal with a wet bed."

"I'll be dry when I got to bed!" Chandelure snapped.

"Just give me a shout when you need my help," Celest sighed, rubbing at her face. "And I'll... I'll sleep in the middle."

"Works for me," Geore declared, heading for the bed and just dropping onto it, gear and all, making it bounce and rattle.

Chandelure practically hissed, "At least change clothes!"

When the two girls later settled for the night, as Magnificence had warned, Celest wound up having a snug night as Geore all but hauled Celest close, holding her securely as he snored and drooled on the lavish pillow.

A little stiff and tired, she wound up accepting Lunu's offer to be carried the next day.

[jvkeslvr]

welcome to my heart ; p.sh

established relationship, non-idol, ft. rest of ateez a little bit kissing + hugging, use of endearing nicknames & a bit of "i love yous"

wc: 698

send me an ask if you like to be in the future fics~

a/n: happy (late) birthday to my ult bias wrecker seonghwa. i hope you enjoy this as much as i was writing it. please let me know what you think of it, feedback is most appreciated <3

tags: @ateezlovenet

you heard footsteps approaching the dorm door, standing by with joy, you were being very giddy. turning the door, you were about to greet your boyfriend, but your face hit something hard. making the thing that you ran into, chuckle. it was yeosang. you groan.

"aw, y/n. you hurt my feelings," he laughs as he taunts you. "seonghwa hyung is on his way. he was just behind me," yeosang enters the dorm, keeping the door open for you. then you saw the familiar head of hair and face approaching you. so you quickly walk into the building, closing it. then the door swung open.

"happy birthday, seonghwa!" you squealed as you hugged your boyfriend tightly. he chuckles as he wraps his arms around your smaller frame, kissing the top of your head. your bodies sway side-by-side slowly.

"thank you, jagiya," separating from the hug, he bends down slightly to look at you. his gaze on your lips. as if reading his mind, you lean forward, connecting your lips together.

the kiss was sudden, catching seonghwa off-guard a bit. but he quickly reacts, resting his hands on each other side of your head, slightly pulling you closer. the kiss was soft, but tender. you could feel the love that this man has for you, as you do for him as well.

you both hear someone clear their throat. you both pull away, you look away sheeplishly, blushing hard, while seonghwa displays a small smirk. he then walks over to the couch, sitting in between mingi and san.

turning your head back over once you calmed down, patting your cheeks softly in an attempt to cool your cheeks, you looked over to the person who cleared their throat.

it was of course, hongjoong.

"finally," he groans as he rolls his eyes, causing everyone around to laugh. including you.

"oh joongie, i know you love me," you tease as you grab his cheeks and squeeze them. he rolls his eyes once again.

he stays quiet, as he knows you're right. you finally release him, hands immediately soothing circles on his cheeks from your ruthless hands. you walk over to the couch, sitting on the floor in front of your boyfriend.

"happy birthday, hyung!" mingi slaps seonghwa's shoulder, and an audible wince comes out of his mouth. mingi stops laughing once he sees the look in hwa's eyes, immediately getting up to bow slightly at the older man.

jongho was on his little corner of the couch, playing on his phone. he looks over between you and seonghwa and said, "happy birthday, hyung," not taking his eyes off his phone, he raises his hand, creating a fist.

hwa awkwardly fist-bumps the younger's fist, wondering what the heck just happened?

"happy birthday hyung!" wooyoung laughs-yelled from the kitchen. yunho and hongjoong (who walked over there once you sat down by seonghwa), wince at how loud he is.

"woo, take the cake out," hongjoong and you said at the same time. which in turns makes you laugh, hongjoong joins a second later.

wooyoung places the cake on the kitchen counter, yunho lights the candles that were already placed on top. yeosang goes to turn the lights off. now the only things being illumnationed are you, seonghwa and the others.

san is the first to sing happy birthday, the others soon follow. you locate your phone to record this special moment. being the two mischievous ones, san and wooyoung dipped each one of their fingers into the cake to swipe on seonghwa's cheek and forehead. they laugh as they high-five each other.

seonghwa groans but thinking quickly, you kiss the areas where the cake smears are, whispering "i love you" over and over again.

"hurry! hurry and blow out the candles," hongjoong placing a small, firm grip onto seonghwa's shoulder.

"make a wish!" you quickly added.

he blows the candles out. "whatcha wish for, babe?" you question your boyfriend, he turns his head to face you.

"i didn't make one. i have everything i want, right here," he smiles as he holds your hand, kisses the back of it, and looks at all of his best friends as they all smile back at him.

thank you for reading banner by @moonstrider9904 credits to them!

a/n: i know that the ending sucked. i haven't written in a while so i'm a bit rusty. but i do hope you enjoy it. thank you for reading <3

[kayssweetdreams]

A "Perfect" Vacation Ch 5

The Next Day, At the Timeville Airport...

A private jet awaited the Wonder Stars, their families, and the Inhabitants as they prepared to visit this brand new private hotel. "You have your own bodyguards AND A Private Jet?! Man! Your mom is one heck of a superstar!!" Jose said in awe as his family began to board "Yeah well, I had to make those overseas trips somehow! I just managed to buy the jet after my charity benefit in Taiwan." Thea said jokingly.

A girl with Brown hair, a pink sweater, and a heart shaped hair clip was boarding the jet as well "Thanks for inviting me Mei! I've never been to a private island before!" She said "No problem Lora, Thea did say we could invite whoever we wanted. Why not invite you?" Mei said as they boarded as well. A beeping sound coule be heard as a bunch of employees began loading a bunch of luggage onto the plane "Be Careful! Some of those hold my clothes!" Kaylo yelled before she joined her family on the jet.

As soon as they all boarded the plane, they soon found themselves whisked above the sky, and towards the island. During the flight, Thea was considered what she should sing for this "Publicity Stunt" that Ka lā wanted her to do. "Hey...Mrs Bruno...How do you know Miss Tropica anyway?" Cass asked. Thea gave a smile.

"Ka lā and I go way back. She was a very big fan during one of my shows. When I was visiting Hawaii for a concert, she was the one that designed the venue, and after that, we kept in touch in case she wanted me to do anything for her. But I haven't performed in a while. I might need to think about this for a while." She said. "Well you've got a week before the place opens to the public, so you've got some time." Stefan said as he held his Wife's hand

"Hey!! There it is!!" Phil Bia cheered in excitement as he ran to the window The kids looked on in awe at the gleaming hotel that sat on the small island. "Check out the size of that place!" Leo said. "It's bigger than Emma's manison and the Bruno homes combined!" Yuri yelled. Thea was looking through the brochure of the new hotel "This place sounds promising, 24 hour room service, top of the line food, tons of activities, it even has it's own private beach!" She squealed.

"They even have a 24 hour Desert bar!!" Kaylo cheered in joy. "This is gonna be AWESOME!!" Mei said in excitement. Although, during the excitement, Cal was thinking, if this hotel was so grand, why hadn't they heard about it before? And why was the name so suspicious "Cal darling? Are you OK?" He heard Lucy ask. His entire face turned red as he looked away "Erm, Yes. I'm just thinking about this hotel..." He admitted "Oh darling, it'll be OK! Just one week of nothing but sun and fun!" She told him.

Cal let a small smile come onto his face as the plan began their descent "We're here!!" Haoyu yelled excitedly. Lucy grabbed his hand and gave him a smile "Let's make this a Summer Break to remember!" She said as she pulled Cal along. The group looked in awe as the owner of the hotel walked over to them and gave Thea a hug "Ah! Miss Bruno! Welcome to ʻO ka huakaʻi hele maikaʻi loa! The Perfect Getaway!" She said excitedly

"Ka Lā! My old friend! It's good to see you again!" Thea said as she gave the woman a hug. Ka Lā then saw Kaylo "And this must be your daughter! I must say that she looks just like you! Aside from the pink hair." She said as she cupped Kaylo's cheeks "It's So good to meet you my little hibiscus! Just call me Auntie Ka Lā!" She said to a weirded out Kaylo "Erm...Ok?" She said. "Oh where are my manners! Here! Let my finest employees take your luggage!" Ka Lā said as she snapped her fingers.

The group smiled as they ventured into the hotel, but Kaylo couldn't feel that there was something...off about all of this. It could have been in the back of her Prim Paranoid mind, but she couldn't help but think she saw a...familiar glint in Ka Lā's eyes...

Mei, and Phil Bia belong to @sundove88

Rebecca belongs to @thehypercutstudios /@thehyperrequiem

Trisha Jane belongs to @lovelyteng

Lora Jade belongs to @alex-frostwalker

[folkloreguk]

Daylight (m)

A/N: SOFTNESS WARNING!!! Also idk if anyone does this but in case you want to listen to music whilst reading, I named this after Taylor Swift’s Daylight because it’s one of my favorite songs in the whole world!

words: ~ 3.1 k 

genre: smut, optional bias (male) x reader (female), just some wholesome love-making

[H/N means ‘his name’]

You had always liked driving at nighttime. Especially, when you weren’t the one behind the steering wheel. You could look out the window, watching the lit houses, admiring the decorations and searching for the moon in the sky. That night, though, heavy clouds were hovering above the whole city, so you diverted your attention to the young man driving the car, sitting next to you.

The two of you had been together for long enough, so even sitting and driving in silence had become completely comfortable to you. Soft music was playing from the speakers as you wondered how you had gotten so lucky.

“Why are you staring at me?” he asked, smirking, but keeping his eyes on the road.

“Just because I can,” you said, lost in thoughts. His smile was so handsome as he chuckled at your answer.

“If you keep being this cute, I might have to take the long way home,” he said. “Because I don’t want to let you go yet.”

“We can go on another date tomorrow. I wouldn’t mind,” you spoke. He grinned.

“I’d make fun of you for being obsessed with me,” he said, “But then I’d have to make fun of myself too.”

When you looked at him it really hit you. You were completely and utterly in love with him. His eyes sparkled in the dark as if they held the entire galaxy in them. Countless times you felt yourself getting lost in them while you watched him speak. His entire being had become a second home to you, and whenever you saw his arms and shoulders you wanted nothing more than to be close to him and have him hold you. You adored listening to him talk. He often argued as though his stories weren’t that exciting, but you would always fight that. The sound of his voice when he told you about his day had easily become your favorite song in the world. Everything he did only made you more attracted to him, so much it sometimes overwhelmed you. It made your chest feel so full and warm, knocked the breath out of your lungs and made you smile until your cheeks hurt. And even now, you were grinning to yourself.

Snapping out of your thoughts, you realized the raindrops on the car’s window. It might have been winter, but there was no snow in sight. Instead, with time the rain only seemed to become heavier. Within the next minute even the windscreen wipers were struggling to get rid of all the water.

As you were caught up in watching the raindrops run down the window glass, you barely noticed him pulling up in the street in front of your home. You gazed at him after he had turned off the engine.

“Don’t even think about going out in the rain now,” he warned you. “You’ll be drenched within seconds and I don’t want you to catch a cold.”

“Yes sir,” you joked. “What if it doesn’t stop for an hour?”

“I guess our date will be an hour longer then. Have you never had a date in a car?”

“I guess it’s kinda romantic,” you said. “With the rain.”

He smiled at your words and your heart fluttered because he was finally looking you in the eyes after driving for so long. First, you stared into his dark eyes, then your attention slowly diverted to his lips. His perfect lips. He must had noticed, because he leaned across to your seat a little. You met him halfway there, closing your eyes.

You had kissed before, of course. But he never failed to make your head spin with a few simple touches. His tongue, that softly swiped over your bottom lip and his hands, only luring you closer by touching your neck and cheeks, were your absolute weakness.

Not one cell in your body wanted him to leave yet. You suddenly felt very thankful towards the dark clouds that had covered the moon. Instead, they had brought you more time with your lover. The kiss had started out innocently, but soon both of you were breathing heavily against each other’s lips, and your hands became touchier with every moment. Strong rain was still falling, knocking onto the roof of the car in the darkness.

“Sit in my lap,” he suddenly said. As much as you had wanted to do just that, you pulled away and looked at him.

“H/N, there’s houses all around us,” you said, worried some of your neighbors would see. “But…we could run into my house.”

He seemed to rethink his previous words, when he had told you that you would catch a cold if you ran inside.

“We could do that,” he smirked. You returned his smile, gripping the door handle from inside. Slowly, you counted from one to three as he did the same as you. Then, you opened the door.

The suddenly loud noise of the downpour startled you, but you only grabbed your bag and then quickly started running. Behind you, he was laughing, catching up to you when you had reached your front door. He was hugging you from behind, trying to shelter your head from the rain by holding up a side of his jacket.

But it was no use. Both of you were soaked when you finally had opened the door. Hastily, you shed off your shoes and ran to get towels from the bathroom.

“I might as well take off all my clothes now,” he said, walking after you into the living room. You turned your head, rising your eyebrows at him. By his expression, you could tell he had waited for your reaction already. Although the short break from kissing had distracted you, the moment you thought about his lips on yours, your hunger had returned.

Without a word, you took his hand and dragged him after you. He was grinning sheepishly when you entered your bedroom but gained his confidence back quickly.

“How would you feel if I took off your clothes instead?” you asked, your lips inches from his. There were raindrops on the tip of his nose and on his cheeks.

“It would be an honor,” he joked, touching your sides. His lips were still cold from the rain when you kissed him, and his hair was drenched when you ran your hands through it. He pulled you closer, your bodies touching, making you feel as though he might have been able to feel your heart beat as fast as it did. When you touched his hips, lifting the material of his shirt, he let out a small groan. For a moment he pulled away and let you pull it over his head.

You had seen him shirtless before, but never in this kind of situation. The farthest you had gone was making out. Neither of you was new to sex, but still, you had never gone there with him. And knowing you were probably about to, made your stomach flip in excitement.

“How did I get this lucky?” you asked, not thinking about your words. You knew you could be honest and yourself with him.

“I should be the one asking this question,” he asked, before kissing you passionately. The butterflies in your belly mixed with neediness when he slipped his hands under your shirt. You let him take it off. His hands were all over you as he reconnected your lips, the kiss now messier. He was holding your sides as he softly nudged you towards your bed. You took a few steps and he followed you, his body pressed against yours.

“Let’s get rid of these first,” you said, your hands going to the front of your pants and unzipping them. “I don’t want to get the rainwater all over my bed.”

He chuckled and followed your example. When you sat down on the edge of your bed, you felt weirdly insecure being in your underwear in front of him.

“You’re so beautiful,” he said, as if he could read your mind. Then he bent down to your level, kissing you deeply. At the same time, you leaned back, so he hovered over you and you lay down against your pillows. His lips brushed over your jaw, before gently kissing your neck. A small moan slipped over your lips at the sensation. He was touching your hips so delicately, as if he was handling the most precious thing in the world.

Then, his hands wandered higher, making you lift your upper body, so he could open the back of your bra and take it off. His lips, which had been kissing past your collar bones, now went lower, while his hands toyed with your breasts, thumbs running over your nipples. You whimpered, your hands grabbing his hair. 

“I love the way you sound,” he spoke, his breath hot against your skin, only adding to the pleasure you were feeling. At that, you only let out a dragged-out moan, because one of his hands had slipped between your legs. You spread them further, while his finger ghosted over your underwear, barely touching you. He seemed to like seeing your reaction, even to his small actions. His lips felt like flower petals touching you on your belly, down to your hips. When they were hovering just above where your underwear started, your hips bucked up slightly.

Softly, he chuckled and pushed your hips down with his hands. Slowly, his fingers ran down your sides and linked into the material of your underwear. But just as you thought he was going to pull it down he took some more time to kiss the insides of your thighs.

“How can you be so perfect?” he asked. You were about to answer, but he softly placed a kiss on your center. Your underwear separated his lips from your skin, and yet you sucked in a breath.

“I’m not perfect,” you said. He pulled aside your underwear.

“I think you are. So, so perfect,” he said, and then his tongue licked a thin stripe up your folds. He hummed at the taste and you pushed your head back into the sheets, moaning in pleasure. He teased your entrance with his digits, but then he had other plans. As he detached his face from your center you lifted your hips, helping him to take off your underwear completely.

With almost pleading eyes you looked at him so he would keep doing what he was doing. His expression told you, there was no reason for you to beg for anything. He would do whatever you needed him to do. Just for another few seconds he kissed the insides of your thighs, making you squeal a little whenever he came close to your center. He chuckled lightly, probably finding your reaction adorable. But he preferred your moans over your squeals.

So, he finally reconnected his lips with your center. This time, he didn’t take his time as much as before. His tongue pressed against your clit before sucking gently. Right away, he drew out another moan from you.

“Right there,” you let him know, sighing.

Sure, one-night stands were fun. But in that moment, you realized they were nothing in comparison to this. Having the person you loved most in the world laying between your legs, butterflies raging in your belly while your eyes rolled to the back of your head from how good he made you feel – nothing would ever get close to this sort of serenity. You softly ran your hand through his hair, before letting them rest on your sides.

He intertwined one of his hands with yours, the gesture only making you feel luckier. In that moment, time could have stopped – or maybe it did – you only had attention for him either way. It was just the two of you in your bedroom, no sign of anyone else or any other places you ever wanted to go.

You had never been able to let go of everything else on your mind like you were able to in that moment. Slowly, your hips moved against his mouth, while your eyes shut to focus even more. His tongue hit just the right spots after you had let him know what you liked through your moans.

But you wanted even more of him. You wanted to feel his skin against yours and his heartbeat right above your heart. You wanted to kiss him again and again and have him inside of you.

“H/N”, you said. “Come here, I want you.”

You beckoned him with your eyes and he smiled, his lips glossy and dark pink. He kissed his way up your stomach and chest, and when you felt as if you should have become impatient, you experienced the complete opposite. You loved how he took his time. If it had been up to you, this moment would have lasted for an eternity longer.

His nose touched yours just for a second, before he kissed your lips again. His tongue touched yours, not eagerly and yet leaving you breathless and hungry for more.

“In the bedside table,” you whispered against his lips and they curled into a smile. You waited patiently as he retrieved the condom and shed off his underwear to roll it on. His member stood against his abs and your stomach twisted in excitement and anticipation. When he bent down to your level again, you spread your legs so he could lay between them.

“Are you okay?” he asked, making sure you were comfortable. The question left your chest feeling warm and your head feeling fuzzy. You nodded, reaching down between the two of you and wrapping your hand around his shaft. He hissed when you moved your hand up and down a few times. Gently, you guided him to your core. He was holding himself up on his elbows on each side of your head when he pushed his hips into yours. You whimpered at how good he felt inside of you. Although your body wanted nothing more than for him to pick up the pace, push your body into the pillows and make you see stars, in that moment your pleasure didn’t even feel so important.

As he slowly thrusted into you, his brows furrowed in concentration. Delicately, you touched the side of his face, watching the stars in his eyes sparkle just for you. He looked at you like he could barely believe that you were his.

“I love you,” he said. It took a few seconds for your reaction to set in, because your mouth opened while you blinked at him without words. Of course, you were utterly in love with him, but you had never said it to each other up to this point.

“I love you too,” you said. Your smile lasted a second before he kissed you again. A small moan slipped past your lips when he hit the sweet spot inside of you, but it was muffled against his mouth. He tasted like home to you. Neither of you fought for dominance, your tongues dancing around each other. You loved the way your moans sounded when they mixed with his, and the way his hot breath fanned against your skin.

“You feel so good,” you said, to which he only deepened the kiss. Lazily, you closed your legs around his waist, wanting him as close as you possibly could, even though there was no way he could have been any closer than he was at that moment. The skin of his chest was hot on yours and you noticed every time he breathed in and out.

Instinctively, he was moving a little faster now, hands softly stroking your breasts and sides. With his forehead leaned against yours, you gazed into his eyes, barely able to keep them open for longer than a few seconds.

“Are you close?” he asked. You hummed and nodded, which was all you could do due to the way you were biting your lip. You whimpered when you felt his fingers on your clit. He rubbed quick circles onto the sensitive nub, causing your mouth to fall open, your head pushed into the pillow.

He sucked on the sensitive spot on your neck, only adding to how amazing you felt. Usually, you weren’t one to show off your hickeys, but with him you didn’t mind at all. You used to think love was a secret between two people. Now, all you wanted to do was to show the whole world how lucky you had become. You tugged on his hair softly, knowing from previous make-out-sessions how much he liked it. In response, he moaned your name quietly, and you felt the knot in the pit of your stomach tightening at the simple sound of his voice.

His thrusts were becoming sloppier and his hand drawing figure eights on your center was now making you breathless. As much as you wanted him to see in your eyes how you felt – how good he was making you feel – there was no way you could force your eyelids to stay open anymore.

“I’m gonna cum,” he moaned. You nodded, silently telling him ‘me too’.

His last thrusts were quick and messy, but they pushed you over the edge too. He reached his high a little before you did, but he never stopped moving his fingers, even when his sensitivity set in and his hips slowed down. He had almost stopped thrusting when you clenched your legs around him. A high whimper fell off your lips and your back arched off the mattress, pressing your chest against his even tighter. After another few seconds, you grabbed his wrist, signaling him he could slow down now. After he had pulled out, he hovered above you for a while, catching his breath. You grabbed the back of his neck to pull him down, his lips soft on yours. Where before there had been fiery passion, a composed tranquility came over you.

Probably physically tired, he rolled over to lay next to you and you turned to him. When you rested your head on his chest, listening to his steady heartbeat, he moved your hair out of your eyes. There were a million things you could tell him, and simultaneously nothing you needed to say in that moment. Gently, you turned your head to place a kiss on his skin. Before you would have to go back to reality, you felt it was best to simply lay in comfortable silence. With every rise and fall of his chest your eyelids grew heavier. Eventually, you gave in to the urge, drifting off to a peaceful slumber.

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Sincerely, MINE

Pairing: Idol Taehyung x Female Fan Reader ft Jaebeom

Summary: Date night with Taehyung turns into dinner with some members of Got7 and some flirting from their leader, Jaebeom, to which your idol boyfriend doesn't take too kindly.

Genre: Idol! au / Reaction! au / Established relationship / Smut / One-shot

Rating: 18+ (Nsfw)

Warnings: Dom!Tae / Sub!Reader / Slight exhibitionism / Slight possessiveness / Unprotected sex (wrap it up guys) / Swearing 

Word count: 2400

A/N: Beta read by @papillonsgf @unoriginal-username15432 and @wheresmymoniat you three are amazing and so helpful, thank you! Thank you to @yeojaa​ for making the break line as I am incapable of such simple things.

I’m posting this for the @btsholidaybingo​ One of my squares was ‘Kim Taehyung’. 

If you want jealous Tae featuring a confident and suave Jaebeom then I hope you enjoy this.

“Hey, Taehyung!” You hear someone call, as you turn to see Mark Tuan from GOT7 walking quickly towards the two of you, a large smile stretching his mouth.

“Mark! How are you?” Taehyung asks, with his bright, boxy grin. The one that makes your insides clench.

“Good, man, it’s good to see you.” He replies, patting him on the shoulder and giving it a gentle squeeze. “And who's this?” He turns his attention and his brilliant smile to you.

Taehyung practically beams, as his arm winds tightly around your waist, hugging you against his side. “This is my y/n.” He announces proudly.

“So nice to meet you, y/n. I’ve definitely heard a lot about you.” He takes your hand, his grip soft as he slowly shakes. “Why don’t the two of you join us? Will be good to catch up, Tae and to get to know you better, of course.” He grins wider, flashing his set of perfectly straight teeth.

Please, please, please. You look up at Tae with wide hopeful eyes and he can’t help but nod in agreement. 

Mark leads you over to his table where BamBam gets up to greet you both. He's not shy and he pulls you instantly into a warm embrace, his words sweetly echoing Mark's statement of how nice it is to meet you. 

That’s when you see him. Jaebeom. Long hair swept back behind his ears, an ethereal being if ever you saw one. He’s even more handsome in real life, they all are. 

His calm demeanour precedes him as he sits casually in the corner, giving you a slight wave.

It takes all your power not to squeal and grin like an idiot. 

BamBam indicates for you to slide along the leather seats into the booth, meaning you would be sitting next to him. “JB, this is y/n, Taehyung’s girl.” Bam introduces you, as you hesitantly, and rather awkwardly, shift yourself towards him until your thighs are almost touching. 

“Hello.” He smiles politely and bows his head. Your whole face illuminates like the Las Vegas strip in response but your eyes drop shyly to your hands, placed tensely in your lap.

Everyone takes their seats and you end up neatly sandwiched in between Jaebeom and Bam, with Taehyung sitting opposite you.

“Can I just say, y/n is a huge fan of you guys.” Your boyfriend pipes up.

You feel the blush spread hot across your cheeks as Bam nudges you playfully in your side. “Ah, you like GOT7 more than BTS, huh?”

You laugh, feeling more relaxed by the minute. “BTS are number one for me, of course.” 

“Ok, ok," he waves his hand nonchalantly, "but who’s your GOT7 bias?” Bam wiggles his eyebrows suggestively and you fight back another laugh.

“It’s Jaebeom.” You hear Tae’s voice say the words and you freeze, instantly feeling your face ablaze with embarrassment. Why? Why would he do that to me? The mischievous glint in his eye sparkles with amusement but is soon replaced with an apologetic grimace when you glare at him. 

Bam taps JB’s shoulder. “Of course it is, it’s always my hyung.” He pouts but gives you a wink which sets your mind at ease that he isn't offended.

“Me?” Jaebum points to himself. “I am flattered.” He smiles coolly at you, eyes intense and watching you closely. He seems to be looking right into you, searching for your innermost kept secrets. You have to look away, feeling more bashful than ever under his consuming stare.

You all discuss what food and drink to get before Taehyung and Mark go up to order. 

Leaning back in your chair feeling a little awkward and shy, when you feel Jaebeom put his arm along the back of your headrest. He turns his body towards you, leg up on the seat. “So, have you ever been to one of our shows?” He asks, raising a perfectly arched brow, his intense gaze burning right into you once again. 

Suddenly, he doesn’t seem as reserved as you initially thought, confidence rolling off him in waves.

You shake your head. “Not yet. Hopefully soon.”

“Seriously, just let one of us know when you want to come, we’ll get you tickets and some good seats. You can even come backstage after, if you’d like and hangout.” He shrugs, as if he hadn't just offered you the chance of a lifetime.

Yes, please! Your mouth almost falls open. “T-that would be amazing! Thank you.”

A satisfied smile spreads across his mouth, pulling his lips into a beautiful curve. You’re unsure as to whether he is flirting with you or you are simply misinterpreting his kindness. 

“How long have you been with Taehyung?” He questions.

“About 8 months, now.” 

He nods slowly. “Still in the honeymoon stage then?”

You frown, not understanding the implication. “I’m sorry?”

He waves off the question. “Are you guys serious?”

Your mouth opens then closes, slightly gobsmacked at the line of questioning. "Yes."

"That's a shame." He winks at you. A movement so simple, but he makes it look so sexy and leaves your heart pounding in your ears at the implication.

As much as you would never cheat on Taehyung and are more than happy with him, this exchange has given you quite an ego boost.

Before you can even respond, Taehyung and Mark are back and you feel Jaebeom slowly remove his arm from behind you.

Thank god. You smile at Taehyung, feeling somewhat relieved he’s back, he returns it but it doesn't reach his eyes. His eyes flicker to Jaebeom and his jaw tenses’. Looks like this is going to be a fun conversation later.

As you’re saying your goodbyes, being pulled into a tight hug from Mark and then Bam, you feel the nerves spread through you like wildfire when it’s your turn to face Jaebeom. 

He takes your hand, opting out of the friendly hug, to which you are somewhat relieved about. Only to bring your hand up to his mouth and gently press his lips to your fingertips, following it with a smirk as he watches your eyes widen in panic. A thrill runs through you at the feel of his lips on your skin but it’s pushed quickly away and replaced with alarm and anxiety.

What is he doing!?

Your heart pounds frantically in your chest, attacking your ribcage with brute force. Before meeting Taehyung, I would have yearned to have this kind of attention from Jaebeom, I would have jumped at the chance...quite literally. But, since Taehyung, there isn’t anyone else that could give me what he already does. 

Your heart thrums wildly but not from want...from trepidation. Feeling Taehyung's burning gaze on the two of you makes your stomach churn. 

Releasing your hand and stepping past you, he leans in to your ear and whispers, "It's been a pleasure to meet you.” 

You gulp, feeling uncomfortable now at the exchange, no longer seeming like harmless flirting and more like a show just for Taehyung.

He leaves without so much as a backward glance. 

The other two wave, looking slightly apologetic, leaving you and Tae alone. 

A long, silent car journey home. The unease growing in the pit of your stomach. 

As soon as the door to your apartment is shut, Tae turns to face you. “Enjoy yourself tonight?” His accusatory tone makes you frown, your annoyance alight in your chest, fire running through every vein.

“What are you talking about?” You slam your keys on the counter. 

He scoffs. “Don’t give me that, I bet you were loving having your bias all over you like that.” 

“At first, of course it was flattering, sure, but if you were actually paying attention to me, then you would have seen how uncomfortable I felt. It must have been written all over my face.” 

He stops for a moment, clearly thinking back.

“Let me guess, you were too busy watching Jaebeom to notice?” You raise an eyebrow at him.

He looks down, away from you and walks over to the floor-to-ceiling window, staring down at the bustling streets below.

His reflection on the glass illuminates with the dark night sky as a backdrop.

Sighing, you close the distance between you and wrap your arms around his waist, burying your face in his broad back. You can feel the tension rolling off him in waves, all his muscles tense under your touch.

“Watching him with you…” He starts, then lets out a deep breath. “I was trying so hard to hold it in. I didn’t know what to do. All I could do was watch, while it was like he wanted to claim you right in front of me.” His voice wobbles and his body shakes.

“Hey, hey, hey,” You step in front of him and pull his face down to look at you. “No one was making any claim on me. I’m yours, utterly, completely, hopelessly yours. No one else would stand a chance.”

You see the corner of his mouth twitch into a tiny smile. “Even your bias.”

“Even my bias.” You agree. "Although, I gotta say...I think Bam might have stolen that title.”

His mouth pulls up at the side in a smile, eyes still trained on the floor but relief relaxing his features.

You lift yourself onto your tiptoes and touch your lips to his. “You weren't worried, were you?” 

He looks up, his stare fierce as he catches your teasing tone. “No.” He responds, taking a step towards you, causing you to take one back. 

“Are you sure? It seemed like you were.” You continue, knowing exactly how to press the right buttons.

“Why would I be worried?” He takes another step, frowning and pressing your back up against the cold, hard glass of the window, his body flush to yours. “You’re mine.” He almost growls.

Your body responds to his domineering demeanour, a shiver vibrating through you, your underwear already slick to you. 

He grabs your hands and pins them, by the wrists, above your head. “Say it.” He commands.

“I’m yours.” You whisper, your legs weak with anticipation. 

You feel his hand travel up your skirt, lightly caressing your thigh, until he reaches your hot, throbbing crotch. 

He groans when he feels the wet patch already soaking through the lace. “You want me?”

You nod.

“How do you want me? Tell me what you want.” He rubs light circles on your concealed clit.

You moan from the feeling of him touching you but also of him not touching you enough. “Fuck me.” You look up at him, your innocent eyes meeting his. “Fuck me against this window."

You see the heat flash in his eyes and he roughly pulls your panties down and starts unbuckling his belt. His hand comes back to your clit, running his fingers along your wet folds and feeling your entrance. 

“I’m gonna stretch you open, baby.” He whispers, licking your arousal off his fingers. 

You clench your legs together at the sight, desperate for some relief.

He pulls out his generous erection, his jeans still up but open. 

You bite your lip as you look at him and his perfect dick that’s about to ruin you.

He grabs your leg and hooks it over his arm, then lines himself against your entryway. Slowly he pushes himself in and you can’t keep quiet as you feel yourself stretch over him, swallowing him inside you, greedily.

The noise he makes once he’s levelled in you is so sinful it has you clenching around him. 

“You feel so good.” He says, eyes never leaving yours as he starts to move pushing your buttocks against the cold glass of the window.

His hand comes up to your face, cupping your jaw possessively and keeping you focused on him. He thrusts into you, slow and hard but controlled. He knows what you like and he’s showing you exactly that. 

“Who does this pussy belong to?” He asks, eyes trained on your mouth.

You moan, “You, Taehyung.”

“Who can make you this wet?” He thrusts into you harder, hitting that perfect place each time.

“You, just you!” You clasp his broad shoulders, as you feel your orgasm building, your core tight and ready to spring.

“Can anyone else make you feel this good?” He pants.

Your sweet release is so close but you can’t give into it, not until he tells you. “No one.” You whisper, hardly able to focus on anything but the pressure of your impending orgasm. 

Your mind swirls, with his words, his movements and the idea that people in the buildings across from you could see your intimate tangle unfold, it all makes your core ache with pure desperation and raw lust. 

“Would JB be able to make you this wet?” He asks through gritted teeth.

You shake your head, eyes rolling from the thrill. His hard dick moves with such lavish purposely, your body shudders against him.  

“Say it.” He barks, breathing hard and fast. 

He must be close, please let him be close, I can’t hold off for much longer.

“N-no, he wouldn’t!” You call out. “God, Taehyung, please.”

“What, baby?”

“Please, let me cum.” You beg, eyes pleading frantic and fierce.

He smirks, then presses his lips against yours, so tender and soft in comparison to the painful grip on your wrists he still has. 

Oh my god, I’m gonna cum, it all feels too good.

“Cum for me.” He whispers, sending new chills cascading down your spine. He thrusts hard into you one more time as you fall apart, everything unravelling as your walls clench around him, milking him to orgasm too. His warm seed spilling into you, filling you completely.

Your mind and body are full of him as you’re unable to focus on anything but the sounds of his pleasure and the bliss he’s giving you. You don’t want it to end. 

“Fuck, y/n.” He grinds into you, the feeling prolonging the spasms of pleasure. 

As the pulses of your climax die down, he releases your leg and pulls you away from the window but still has you pressed firmly against him. 

“No one else.” You reutter to him as his forehead meets yours tenderly.

Smirking, he raises an eyebrow. “Oh baby, we’re not done yet. I’m gonna have you calling my name all night, to make sure you know exactly who you belong to.” 

[worldwidemochiguy]

Hello! Can I have yandere bts reactions to you going insane? ♥️

thanks for requesting!! i hope you enjoy lol (also if u wanna be bias wrecked/just wrecked in general scroll down to the hobi gif bc hot damn)

Namjoon

Namjoon would be fascinated by the change in your psyche, affected after years of manipulation, coercion and isolation. There was nothing that interested him more than trying to figure you out, and now that you had a new level of complexity to your thoughts, it was a whole new challenge. Namjoon didn’t see you as a sick woman who needed help, he saw you as an experiment, and now that you had no chance of successfully escaping, you were all his to study, forever.

“Darling! How are you feeling today, hmm? … no response? Interesting. You responded yesterday. Maybe I should give you a little punishment, and then see if you will be more willing to greet me? Ah, now you respond. Very good, darling. Now come and give me a kiss.”

Jin

Jin never meant for it to go this far. Despite his cold, often harsh demeanour, Jin really did love you, or at least as close to love as was possible for him. He just wanted you to be perfect, like he knew you could be… little did he know, the constant criticism and degradation would push you over the edge. Now, you were just a mere shell of your former self, staring into the distance with an empty expression. Jin never knew how much he had loved the light in your eyes until he extinguished it. He continues to care for you even though you barely register his presence, as a twisted way to make amends for what he did to you.

“Good morning, baby. I missed you so much! But well done for managing to sleep through the night! You’re my perfect girl. I never told you that enough while you could hear me, but I’m telling you now, so please listen. Oh, Y/n, please, can you hear me? Y/n? Oh god, what did I do to you?”

Yoongi

Even though your sanity had departed you, and you could barely look at him long enough to recognise his face, blinded by the mad light that was forever present in your eyes, Yoongi still loved you like he had the day he saw you. Something as petty as sanity would never be allowed to come between the two of you. Yoongi became adept at caring for you during your hysterical episodes, removing all the knives from the house after an incident where you managed to stab him. He installed padding in all the rooms, unwilling to confine you to just one, after all, that was what practically caused this mess in the first place. You were always, first and foremost, Yoongi’s wife, and he refused to treat you as lesser.

“Aish, Princess, be careful with that knife. I know you didn’t mean to hurt me, it’s okay, I don’t mind, but you could injure yourself if you aren’t careful. C’mon princess, how about we go back to your special room and I give you some sleepy medicine, huh? Now, Princess, please don’t struggle, you know I hate to see you in pain.”

Hoseok

Once Hoseok finally realised your mind had been irrevocably changed, he saw no other option. It was all that bastard’s fault in the first place, your ex husband who had burst in with your former child in his arms, screaming that Hoseok had to release you because you had a ‘family’. Of course, Hoseok soon rectified that. He hadn’t realised that he had left your door unlocked, allowing you to wait in hiding and witness the death of your ex husband and child. You were quite squeamish, so it had sent you into a bit of a fuss. Unfortunately, nothing seemed to bring you out of it, and by the time Hoseok realised there was something seriously wrong with you mentally, you were too far gone to receive meaningful help. Hoseok could think of only one solution. He put a bullet through your damaged brain, watching your corpse wilt for a second before shoving the barrel of the gun in his own mouth and pulling the trigger.

“We need to start over, it will be better this way, Angel. I know you can’t really understand me right now, but that’s exactly why I’m doing this! I’ll find you in the next life, I promise. You will be mine again…”

Jimin

Jimin has not known a moments happiness since he opened that cell door only to see your blank face staring back at him, all awareness and individuality leached out of your expression, leaving behind an empty husk of what you once were. Jimin had left you in isolation for a little too long after he saw you talking to another man. You had deserved it! But, he felt regret flood him the moment he realised what these actions born of anger would cost him. No matter what he did, you didn’t respond. It was like you weren’t even alive. Jimin cried, pleaded, even promised to release you if you talked to him, but you didn’t bat an eyelash. The only benefit was that you no longer put up a fight to any of Jimin’s advances, but it all felt hollow when Jimin remembered he would never hear your laugh, or see your beautiful smile ever again. Not that you had smiled that much at him before, of course.

“Baby? Baby?! Oh no… nononono, PLEASE answer me! Baby? Don’t do this to me!! I’m sorry! I should never have left you alone for so long, but please, don’t do this to me! Come back to me!! I need you!”

Taehyung

The moment Taehyung saw that light in your eyes, the flicker of insanity behind your pupils that declared you were willing to do anything just for the sake of it, he smiled gleefully. It was like looking into a mirror. Finally, he had someone who understood how un-understandable he was, who would never try to contain him again. You were perfect for him, you kept his life interesting, he loved finding out new ways to intrigue you, from inspecting corpses, to playing with live rats and listening to them squeal, to simply watching fish swim about in a tank. You were so unpredictable, he loved it. He loved how unique the two of you were, a perfect mismatched pair. It was completely worth all the blood, sweat and tears it had taken to get you to that stage. Admittedly, the blood and tears were mostly yours, but still.

“Oh, Princess, what game have you been playing today? Uh oh, you’ve made a mess! Silly girl, do you want me to punish you? …Hmm, it seems you’re in one of your quiet moods again today, Princess. No worries, I’m sure I can make you scream for me eventually!”

Jungkook

To be honest, Jungkook didn’t really care that you had gone insane. If anything, it was just more convenient for him. You no longer tried to escape, you no longer tried to hurt yourself, you no longer lied and said you hated him. You just sat there vacantly, pretty and perfect, waiting for him to get home. He has to admit, he does miss your cute little squirming as you pretended to put up a fight when he tried to be intimate with you, just like he’d miss your pretty sobs as he pounded away inside you, claiming you and making you his. But, at the end of the day, you were Jungkook’s possession, something of his to use to satisfy himself, an ornament to sit still and pretty and ready for whenever Jungkook wanted you. Now that you were finally complacent, Jungkook wasn’t going to complain, especially given how beautiful your blank face looked as he came all over it.

“Fuck, baby, you’re mine. You’re so pretty and dumb, look at you, you can’t even speak. You need me. You can’t even say no, you’re so fucking stupid. But that’s okay, baby, because I’ll always take care of you so you won’t ever have to think at all.”

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Snapshoot (OT13)

Hi, in case y’all didn’t know, I have declared war on Erin and Haley and this was one outcome lmao! It’s also one of my favorite songs and I’m really happy with these! Credits to the owners for the gifs!!! I couldn’t find names!!!!!

Seungcheol: (Ahh, that’s how it’s done...3,2,1 shoot) the way you had fallen on your butt when you two had decided to take an evening stroll after dinner one night. You circled the nearby park a couple of times when you noticed your shoe had become untied. You let go of Cheol’s hand and knelt down to tie it up. You’d been so focused on looping the laces, you didn’t notice the furry little creature trotting up to you until it barked to get your attention. You let out a small yelp and fell back from the scare, only to squeal in delight when the pup sniffed your face and licked your cheek. She ended up sitting next to you while you petted and cooed her. Seungcheol took out his phone and snapped a photo of you nuzzling noses, the biggest smile on both your faces, until the rightful owner came calling for the pup a moment later and she vanished, breaking your heart. Cheol did help you up eventually, shaking his head at your expression. He posted all over social media, gushing over your cuteness.

Jeonghan: (snap shoot, you) the way a bucket of paint managed to fall, spilling the orange color all over you. After agreeing to help one of your friends paint their new house while they went furniture shopping, you invited Jeonghan to help you. Okay, he wasn’t really helping, but he did occasionally dip his brush in the paint and got it on the wall, and he liked changing every song that came on because it didn’t fit the mood, but you couldn’t complain much. At one point, Jeonghan did get up on the ladder to paint the parts you missed (because his eyesight was better than yours), and when he had forgotten he had the can of paint on the top step, he buckled his knees and one of them hit the can and it spilled on the ladder and on you while you were removing the tape. He captured the perfect moment with you rubbing the paint off your clothes and hair, the laughter being heard throughout the house. And before he could do anything else, you splashed a different color of paint on him and going to hug them so the colors could blend together as well as you did.

Joshua: (the way to set the focus on you is a tutorial of love) the way you held his guitar in your hands. In the entire time you’ve known Joshua, his most prized possession had never been far behind. In the midst of his collection of rice cookers, Winnie the Pooh plushes and never ending love letters, his guitar had been his first and only love. He loved dedicating a few minutes of his day playing Encantadora, the name he had given her because he was so enchanted by her. And whenever you hung out together, he’d always ask if it was okay if he could fill the silence with her music. And it’s not like you could say no. Sometimes he sang along with her and sometimes she sang alone, but both were always beautiful. The last time he was at your place, Joshua had been called back to work for some last minute changes and Encantadora had stayed with you since then. You were always afraid of carrying his guitar, because of the things that could go wrong and you couldn’t handle him hating you if something did happen. So naturally, it stayed on your couch where you hardly moved her. But Joshua was picking Encantadora up today, so after Google searching what was safe, you cleaned her up, making sure to rid any specs of dust. Curiosity eventually got the best of you and picked her up and fixed her on your lap, strumming the chords lightly and cringing because she didn’t sound anything like when Joshua played her. Joshua had quietly let himself in during this time, just in case you were asleep, and he saw you tenderly caressing the strings, you frowning when it didn’t like the way you expected it to. He smiled, exiting the app he currently had and opened the camera. He clicked the button a couple of times before announcing his presence and taking a spot next you, showing you how the basics. 

Junhui: (capture this moment right now) the way you stopped to smell the roses, literally. One of Junhui’s favorite times of year was the rose festival. Businesses all around the Seoul area closed and gathered at the park to support the small businesses. Jun often woke up early to get a good seat for the parade that kicked off the momentous occasion; the only difference was that this was the first time that you’d be joining him. Other than being mostly sleepy and resting your head on his shoulder it was fun. The people on the floats engaged with the crowd, throwing candies and small toys and even fliers to vote. Junhui constantly disappeared and then reappeared with food, only sharing sometimes. And with the parade ending, he brought you to your feet, making you follow it (yes, walking) until you ended up at the park which had been up with various booths, the dj barely setting up his stage, and the bounce houses getting ready to go. You didn’t know how Junhui managed to fit so much food in his stomach throughout the day, and how many items he buried in his pockets and once he started getting recognized by the fans, he had to hide in one of the public bathrooms until you got him a hat and sunglasses. And once the early evening followed the humid afternoon, he pulled you onto one of the benches to let you catch your breath and once you were on your feet again waiting for your ride, you recounted the day’s events, you swearing you were gonna be full for the rest of the year when you noticed the rose bush. You stopped in the middle of the story, making a beeline for the bush and petted the flowers, adoring the color and everything and even inhaled the scent, praising their beauty and you didn’t notice Jun pulling out his phone and taking pictures of the candid moment, your nose pressed to the petals, your skin tone complementing the rose.

Soonyoung: (to me baby, you are the greatest gift) the way you ended up falling asleep on him curled up on the couch. He had just come after an exhausting practice and all he wanted was to cuddle you in his arms until his idol duties separated you again...or until his limbs fell off; whichever came first. He opened up Disney plus, telling you about the movie that he had been wanting to watch since forever just to see if he still remembered it. Soonyoung found the movie, pressed play, and let you snuggle close to him, throwing a blanket over yourselves. At one point he asked you if you wanted to order pizza for a late, late night dinner when he noticed you weren’t responding to him. He turned to you, ready to ask again, but he saw your eyes closed, breathing in and out deeply and he smiled. He kissed your head and fumbled around for his phone, wanting to capture the moment. He finally found it and after turning off the flash, took a couple of photos, even coming in for a few of them and sent them to you so you’d have something to look forward to when you woke up in the morning. 

Wonwoo: (let’s remember this happy day; let’s capture it in a picture) the way you lit up with your photocards. Wonwoo had promised you that when your albums from the other kpop group that had stolen your heart arrived at the boys’ dorms, he’d let you know (even though you got the notifications by email to track their every movement.) Sure enough on a clear Saturday afternoon, he had woken up from his second nap because of your constant knocking. He let you in, rubbing his eyes and grumbling how he could never get any peace and quiet, despite being the only one home. You saw the package on the couch addressed to you and you ran, tripping over someone’s blanket. And then the package disappeared from your sight as Wonwoo picked it up and said you weren’t opening it until you had something to eat and as if knowing you, your stomach growled so you complied grumpily slurping the ramen noodles without really tasting them and being the little shit he was, didn’t let you open the box until he finished eating. You didn’t ask for much, just that you’d be gifted with a bias card. Just one, and then you’d be happy. And with each one you opened, you could feel a little sadness at not seeing your favorite face and Wonwoo made sure to capture your reaction each time. You had given up hope at the fact you weren’t getting your bias this time, but still you opened the final album, thumbing through the photos when you saw the photocard. You flipped it over, and then you showed it Wonwoo with a big grin on your face, radiating with the same happiness and he snapped away, the smile making its way to his face.

Jihoon: (you in viewfinder, the focus is auto. Naturally following the movements, it follows you) the way you covered your face when he was singing the song he wrote for you. You had been under the guise that he had been holed in Universe Factory while everyone spent the day in the great outdoors, so he asked if you could pick up his lunch order and bring it to him. You didn’t bother changing out of your comfortable clothes so you left almost as soon as you read his message. He was surprised to see you so soon, but stammered out how you didn’t want him to be hungry when he still had so long to go. Jihoon smiled at your sweet response, otherwise not being able to form any words. You feel your face warming up, so in order to move away from the awkwardness, you asked him if you could hear what he was working on. He was slightly embarrassed but he took a collective breath and went to pick up his guitar and played. Once you realized it was about you, you looked for something to hide behind so you didn’t notice that Jihoon had stopped playing and quietly pulled out his phone and captured the moment until the sound gave it away but he set it to his lock screen to remind himself of his muse. 

Seokmin: (to me, you’re the most precious) the way the wonder etched across your face. You weren’t sure how you managed to convince Seokmin to play hooky but here you were at the sea turtle reserve you volunteered at during the season. You showed him the in and outs of the place, giving him the rundown of how you normally spent your time here. He nodded along, not really understanding a lot but he enjoyed hearing you rave about it and seeing you light up. You even got to show him the nest that you found one day while picking up trash and gave him an estimated date on when they were gonna hatch. You picked up an egg, dusting the sand off when it began to shake and move. Seokmin, not knowing what else to do, searched his phone, finding it in his back pocket, and almost dropping it while trying to unlock it so the perfect moment wouldn’t pass him by. He snapped several of them, from the way the shell cracked open to the way the baby sea turtle popped its head out, all the while you being so mesmerized with a live baby in your palms and he swore he found a new favorite animal as you gingerly placed it on the sand and said goodbye before the ocean wave took him home.

Mingyu: (I want to capture that smile, just as the way you are) the way he got you laughing again. After a long week of struggling with your work life and being dragged into unnecessary family drama, Mingyu snuck into your house and turned it into a mini photography studio, complete with stuffed animals, all your favorite foods and running up your energy bill from all the light sources. The moment he heard you unlocking your door and stepping inside, he ambushed you with his camera, throwing out every compliment that came to his mind and it took everything in you not to cry into the plush when he tossed one at you. He reassured you that you didn’t have to talk to him but he wasn’t gonna leave you alone until you smiled like you meant it. Mingyu then proceeded to poke your cheek, telling jokes, doing aegyo and impersonating his brothers until the corners of your lips turned upwards and you forgot about your hard week. He even went as far to develop the photos and telling you he was keeping them somewhere in the studio so he could always see you happy (and you bawled.) 

Minghao: (Ahh, this is how it feels like...3,2,1 shoot) the way the leaves fell around you. When Minghao’s Polaroid came in, the first thing he wanted to do was take you out on a date and capture as many moments as he could. The only problem with that was that he forgot to order extra film, so he had to wait until that arrived. The air had a crisp feeling to it, an uncommon occurrence during the hot weather, but he took advantage of that and took you hiking. The camera was a little heavier than he expected it to but he carried it around, nonetheless. The few butterflies that came out, he snapped; the names you engraved on a tree to symbolize you were together forever, he got twice. He even got the little squirrels chattering at you as if getting you in trouble for vandalizing their home. He loved your hand around his, feeling as if you were one with nature. Minghao, at times, felt as if he was looking at you for the first time, because he couldn’t speak. The light breeze that followed you around blew on the tree as you carved your favorite lyrics into a different tree and you had to stop to catch the falling leaves. Minghao, after refilling the film, raised the lens to his eye and clicked on the camera, the candid moment captured and already developing. He was almost sure he’d put the photo behind his phone case. 

Seungkwan: (me by your side and you by my side) the way the fantasy life took over your life. When Wonwoo had raved about a book, your curiosity had gotten the best of you and bought the book for yourself just to see it was worth the buzz that he created and unfortunately for you, it did. Even worse was that Wonwoo failed to tell you that there wasn’t a sequel, but it was a series that just had you ordering all of them at once to save you shipping costs. In that week you read them cover to cover, Seungkwan invited you to Pledis while they worked on songs, vocals, choreos and antics of every size, especially since they stayed late to the point where they went straight home after work. One night while they were perfecting the choreography, you finished another one, and you couldn’t remember where you placed the other book to start reading it, until you found it under Chan’s hoodie and opened it straightaway, immersing yourself in the newest adventure. You missed the way Seventeen finally nailed the moves and the 15 minute break they took to enjoy their soda and burgers and just how loud they were in general. The only thing you complained about was how you couldn’t find a comfortable reading position so Seungkwan took a spot next to and draped an arm around you to bring you close to him and you decided to rest your head over his heart and resumed your reading, although you could feel yourself growing more tired now that you were finally comfortable. Seungkwan picked up his phone that had been charging by an oultet and called you softly once he opened the camera. He placed a soft kiss to your cheek and clicked on the shutter, ecstatic that you didn’t push it away.

Hansol: (a perfect subject that is more than perfect) the way you modeled an old hat you didn’t wear anymore. After your family had threatened to throw away the belongings in your old room, you asked Vernon to take a trip with you to your hometown to clean it out and take with you what you wanted to your new home and the rest could be donated or trashed. He helped you throw your posters away (although that hurt your teenage self a bit), stuffed the shirts you cringed at in a trash bag, and packed some CDs into boxes so you could ship them back. While clearing out one of the drawers on your nightstand, he pulled out a digital camera, the strap decorated in puff paint peeling in some parts. Hansol pressed the power button, unsurprised when it didn’t turn on, so he asked if you had any batteries and you pointed him in the direction of where you remembered you kept them, but you focused more on throwing everything you kept hidden from your nosy family, making sure to rip your notes into tiny pieces in case they decided to rummage through the trash, even going as far as dousing them in water just to be safe. When Hansol managed to finally turn it on, he skimmed across your photos, hardly recognizing the person you used to be but also believing it, since you never lost your smile. He came back into your room, telling you to wear the first thing you grabbed and snapped photo after photo, capturing every movement, even going as far as throwing the hat as you posed for the grand finale. Naturally, Hansol dragged you to the nearest place that developed photos, and picked out a book to keep these in. 

Chan: (I know, even if it turns to be hard somehow, but since I have you, everything is alright) the way you couldn’t stay still before getting ready to go to work. When you had quit your last job, you felt a mixture of emotions but mostly the relief of no longer taking people’s shit and the fear of not knowing how you were gonna survive without money. Chan had been more than helpful, letting you move in with him while you got back on your feet. During those days, you had grown closer and eventually started dating, and you found a short college course that could help you in achieving something close to what you wanted. And when you received the degree, you immediately looked for a job in hopes of paying Chan back as soon as possible (even if the idea did offend him. He was more than happy to help you out after all. It seemed that Chan was your good luck charm because you found it...your dream job and got it almost as quickly. You guys celebrated that night and you found yourself being unable to sleep the entire night and you were still up early the next morning. Chan, feeling more like a proud parent than a supportive boyfriend, made you breakfast while you got ready and didn’t let you leave the house until he got many, many, many pictures of you to show off to his friends when he left for Pledis. He sent the selfies to you as a way to remind you that you could conquer the day.

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*All characters / events in this story are completely fictional* 

It had been a week since you told Taehyung about the picture and he still talks about it to you, teasing saying that you will be in trouble. What really sparked your anxiety was when you sat in one of the practice rooms with them and Cho-hee came up to you.

“I know your secret” she whispered, your heart stopped, looking at her wide eyed, “what do you mean? I don’t have secrets” laughing nervously. She playfully hit your arm, 

“Oh come on you know, your instagram” 

At that moment all the colour drained from your face, the secret fan account you were done for, before you could explain yourself, Cho-hee showed you, your personal instagram that was on private. Relief washed over you “I have been wanting to follow you for a while now but I couldn’t find your insta” 

“Oh yea...I didn’t think that anyone would want it so I never gave it out” you said unlocking your phone to accept her request. Looking at how many followers she has you was amazed, “you have a lot of followers” 

“Yea, a lot of people mainly ask for pictures of the boys...I have done other groups as well but for now I’m here for the upcoming tour, hey! Let’s take a selfie together and post it” Cho-hee held up the camera, quickly sorted out your hair and held up a peace sign while pursing your lips together to blow a kiss. 

“That was cute!” Cho-hee squealed, she posted the picture and within a few minutes your phone was blowing up of likes, comments and follow requests, turning the phone on silent, you didn’t see Taehyung hovering over your shoulder. 

“y/n..your popular”

“Tae! Oh no I took a photo with-”

“Hmm I know, I saw also next time don’t take a picture in front of the mirrors” 

Confused at what he said looking back onto the picture you could see the boys in the back practicing...that's why your phone was blowing up. Curious you decided to read the comments on the picture. 

‘OMG! CAN ANYONE SEE THEM IN THE BACK’

‘Who is the other girl?’ 

‘JIMIN! YOU LOOK SO HOT 😍 ‘ 

‘The BTS crew feeding us TODAY THANK YOUUUU’

‘I wish I had their job…’ 

‘Jungkookie looks so hot’

‘ ARE THEY SHIRTLESS?!!!! 😱 ‘ 

‘WE NEED MORE PICTURES’ 

‘Post more please’ 

‘Ew I wanna see BTS more than these two get out of the picture’ 

The last comment hurt a little bit, but you knew with working with this job people are going to be jealous of you. Now you understood Tae’s words and he was right next time think about where the picture is being taken. 

“Hey y/n” looking up you saw Namjoon waving you over, walking over to the boys, “did you want to come to dinner with us?” 

Your brain stopped working for a second as you had to process that information...did Namjoon, THE Namjoon ask you to dinner with the rest of BTS. 

                                                        ***

It was weird sitting in a restaurant with BTS, everyone chatted quietly, sat next to Namjoon on one side and the other was Jin, in front of you was Jimin while Jungkook was next to Namjoon and Tae, Hoseok was either side of Jimin.  

As you took a sip of your water, Namjoon was asking you about your home country and why did you want to come and work in Korea. 

“Well I have always loved music and I have always been interested in other cultures' music, I fell in love with Korean pop because it spoke to me in a way other music didn’t”  Namjoon was looking at you with so much interest, it felt like a dream. If you were brave enough you would’ve leaned in and kissed him right there but...you weren't. 

“Also Korea is such a beautiful country” you added as Namjoon smiled at you, 

“Yea it is, I do love my country, I really want to go to your country y/n” 

“Really why?” 

“Because I want to see what your music is like” 

You laughed as he looked at you with confusion “no my countries music is so cheesy..with wannabe boy bands and girl groups also the solo artists don’t really care about their fans only the money”  

Namjoon laughed too “okay...I guess I believe you but please show me some music sometime and I can judge it” you nod in agreement as the food arrives. 

Steaming hot bowls of noodles, variety of meats, vegetables and the strange combination that Jungkook was eating that you didn’t want to know. You weren't very skilled with the chopsticks as you kept dropping your food, making the boys giggle at you, in the end you stabbed the piece of food with one of the sticks. 

“Hey y/n like this” Hoseok said as he slowly showed you how to hold them, still looking confused Jin leaned over and held your hand, showing you were to place your fingers, that night you laughed so much, it had felt like you’d had been friends with them all your life. 

                                                               ***

 AhnJong called you to her office, panic set in as you thought you did something bad, break into a nervous sweat as you stood at her door. Knocking hesitantly walking into the cold room, she sat elegantly at her desk but has a serious face, “Y/n come and take a seat” walking to the chair you sat down waiting to hear the worse “bts are going on tour in a months time and I need to know are all your travel documents up to date?” 

‘Yes they should be” 

“Good, now there are rules about tour” You mentally groaned, more rules? How many can there be?

“When on tour you have to stick to a strict schedule, no talking to anyone who isn’t a part of the crew, stadium staff. Avoid any fans, press also no leaving your room after the curfew time” you take in all this information mentally hoping that you remember. 

“Yes I fully understand” you reply as you are allowed to leave, standing outside the door you sigh a relief, now going back down to the practice rooms. 

On your way down you walk into Jimin, “Hi Jimin” you smile as he gives you a wave, “Y/n are you excited about the tour starting soon?”  

“Of course and you must be excited right?” you ask as Jimin gives you a small laugh, “Tour is exciting and tiring. Are you heading back?” 

“Yea I am” 

Both of you just walk back to the practice rooms, part of your brain is mentally screaming at Park Jimin walking with you, you keep your cool as you don’t want to keep looking at him as you steal side glances at him, but that doesn’t go unnoticed, Jimin lets out a small giggle, making your cheeks flush which causes you to freak out more. “Y/n your so cute” 

“Huh? What” 

“aha..I said you're cute, so Y/n who is your bias?” 

“Sorry?” you as in shock did Jimin really ask you this question, 

“Who is your bias” his smirk grew on his face as your blush darkened,

“Erm.. I like you all equally”  by this point Jimin groaned, 

“Y/n come on I won’t tell the others” it was almost like he was flirting with you, in your head you knew this can’t be real and it’s some dream and you will wake up any second. Shaking your head you quickly walked away from Jimin. 

                                                                ***

TODAY IS TOUR  DAY 

It is currently 2am and you're standing outside of a plane, waiting to board. You soon learn that crew members and the group travel separately, still half asleep and not sure where you should be Cho-hee is full of energy and bouncing around you, “I’m so excited! Y/n are you excited too?”

“Yes Cho-hee I am I really need to sleep”

“Sleep is for losers” she said running off to go talk to another member of the crew, checking your phone, you see a message from Taehyung.

‘y/n why don’t you come fly with us?’

‘Tae I’m not allowed, airport paparazzi will get suspicious’ 

‘ :( ‘ 

‘Don’t worry I’m staying in the same hotel’ 

You finally got to board the plane and now you was chilling in your seat, looking out of the window you felt content with yourself and also super excited to be on tour, you inner fangirl was losing her mind, taking a quick picture you posted it to your snapchat as well as secret insta. 

Strangely you felt like you were living a double life with the fan instagram account, which you pray that it never gets leaked that's why you log out of the account whenever you're around the crew or the rest of the boys. 

After a few hours you finally landed in C/n, taking your thing you and the crew walked through the airport getting closer to the doors you felt overwhelmed by the amount of people, camera and fans standing waiting for a glance of their idol, before you got off the plane you was instructed by the other crew members to wear a mask, a hat and keep your head down. 

When the doors opened it was like you were in a lightning storm the amount of lights going off at once, the fans asking about the boys, one name caught your attention, you looked out to the crowd quickly as you thought you heard your name being called but it was probably nothing. 

Flopping down onto the soft hotel bed you felt glad to finally be in a safe space, laying there on the bed in the silence just gathering your thoughts. That was short lived when your phone went off reading the message form Hoseok, ‘Y/n what room are you in? We are going for food, did you want to come? :D ‘ reading Hoseok’s message was like hearing him speak it radiate positivity. 

‘I’m in room 1343’ 

‘Okay I will be up soon!’ 

Smiling to yourself you decided to check your instagram, going through the feed there were the typical images that were on instagram, and you noticed that your image had gotten the normal attention, you started to read the comments.

‘Beautiful picture’

‘Are you excited for the comebacks this year?’ 

‘Living your best life xx’ 

‘Are you in C/n?’ 

‘Was you at the same airport as BTS?’ 

‘Are you a part of the BTS crew?’ 

The last two comments worried you as you never showed your face on this instagram or what you looked like in general but you decided to answer the comments and leave it how it was, that until one comment sent you through the roof. 

‘Are you a sasaeng?’ 

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Inspired by “She” by dodie. I’m back with Part 3! Thank you to everyone who has been reading this story so far. You all mean the world to me and I cherish each and every one of you SO MUCH. ❤️ I hope you all enjoy!

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Cathy spent the next few hours reading from her new book. She had planned on finishing the book that day but her mind kept drifting off to a certain green-eyed queen. By the time Cathy reached the middle of the book, she could no longer focus on the words on the page. The events of earlier that day still nagged in the back of her head, making the simple act of reading nearly impossible.

Cathy let out a breath and closed the book. Maybe Anne would like some company if she wasn’t busy. Cathy could tell her about The Picture of Dorian Gray, or at least the parts she remembered when she wasn’t distracted. She should also thank Anne again for the photo booth pictures and let her know that she was putting them to good use. Cathy smiled at the thought and resolved to go look for Anne.

As Cathy opened the door of her bedroom, she was greeted by the sounds of video games coming from the living room. She followed the sound of gunshots and zombies, hoping that Anne would be down there and she could watch whatever gruesome game she was playing. Cathy wasn’t a huge fan of gore but she was willing to put her bias aside to spend time with Anne.

When Cathy walked into the living room, she narrowed her eyes in confusion when she saw that it was Cleves who was playing the video game of mass murder instead of Anne. Cathy jumped slightly as Cleves let out a shout of victory before she looked over to where Cathy was standing off to the side.

“Hey, Cathy. Do you want to join me?” Cleves asked sarcastically.

Cathy gave her a horrified expression which caused Cleves to start laughing. “Absolutely not! You know I despise violent video games.”

“Did you need something from me?” Cleves asked when her laughter subsided.

“Umm… have you seen Anne? I thought she might be playing with you,” Cathy mumbled, suddenly becoming quite embarrassed to admit that she was looking for Anne.

Cleves smirked at Cathy’s sudden change in demeanor. “I think she’s in her room. But be careful. She might be attempting a séance again.”

“She’d better not be,” Cathy muttered. “Thanks, Cleves.” Cleves nodded and resumed her game as Cathy made her way back up the stairs. 

Cathy began walking down the hall when she heard voices coming from Anne’s room. Cathy hesitated at the door of Anne’s bedroom, not wanting to interrupt an important conversation, until she heard one of the voices say something that caught her interest. 

“- TOTALLY likes you back!” Cathy heard Kitty say excitedly. Of course, Cathy knew it was impolite to eavesdrop but she couldn’t help it. She pressed her ear closer to Anne’s door. Did Anne like somebody?

“Kitty, keep your voice down!” Anne whisper-yelled to her cousin. 

“Sorry! But, Anne, she totally likes you back,” Kitty whispered back. “I mean, have you seen the way she looks at you?”

“Kitty, I’ve tried literally everything to tell her how I feel except saying it directly to her face,” Anne huffed. “Either she’s completely oblivious or she just doesn’t like me like that. And, I’m pretty sure it’s the latter.”

“Anne, listen to me. Even if you don’t believe that she has feelings for you, which she definitely does for the record, would you rather tell her how you feel and have a shot at an actual relationship or spend the rest of your life wondering what could’ve happened with the girl you love?” Kitty ranted.

“I don’t want to ruin our friendship, Kitty!” Anne exclaimed. “If I say something and she doesn’t feel the same, I will lose the most valuable friendship I have in my life. I… I can’t risk that!” Anne began sniffling as the sound of quiet sobs grew louder.

“Annie… come here,” Kitty whispered softly. The sound of Anne’s bed creaking suggested that Kitty was now holding her older cousin.

“Kitty, the truth is… I do want to tell her. I want to tell her that I love her smile and her laugh. That I always look forward to spending time with her. That when she says my name my heart skips a beat. That she means everything to me.” Anne took a deep breath. “But, I’m so scared. First, that she’ll reject me and our friendship will be awkward after that but also if she does like me back and I just end up disappointing her. What would I do then?”

“Anne, you’re not going to disappoint her, I promise. She adores you! She laughs at all your jokes, even if the rest of us think they’re bad. She always takes your side when Aragon gets mad at you. She even takes breaks from her reading just to spend time with you. If that’s not love, I don’t know what is,” Kitty answered.

“Okay… you’re right. But, I don’t know how to tell her,” Anne sighed.

“Don’t worry! I’ll help you,” Kitty piped up. 

“You promise?” Anne asked.

“I promise!” Kitty squealed. “Everything is going to be perfect!”

Cathy swallowed the lump that was building up in her throat as she felt her stomach drop to the floor. Anne liked someone. Anne liked someone and it wasn’t Cathy.       

Cathy choked back a sob as she rushed back to her room. As soon as Cathy closed the door, she felt hot tears beginning to stream down her face. She didn’t try to fight her emotions or bottle up her feelings. It was too late for that anyway. 

Cathy sat on her bed, brought her knees to her chest, and buried her face in the pillow she had grabbed in an attempt to muffle the sound of her crying. She didn’t want the other queens to hear her and worry about what had happened. More than anything, she didn’t want them to ask what was wrong. Cathy wouldn’t know what to say.

 Cathy reprimanded herself for getting her hopes up. Anne didn’t have feelings for her and she would never have feelings for her. She shook her head in disbelief that she ever had any inkling of hope that Anne would return her affection. 

No, Anne’s affection was elsewhere, with the mystery girl that she and Kitty were talking about. The one that was beautiful, charming, elegant, sweet, smart, funny, kind. Everything that Cathy wished she was. How could she ever compare?

And Anne was planning on pursuing her. Cathy’s heart ached at the thought. She would have to endure watching Anne fall in love with someone else, while Cathy inevitably fell in love with Anne in secret. She would have to watch Anne hold hands and link arms with someone else. She would have to watch Anne smile and laugh with someone else. She would have to watch Anne kiss someone else the way she desperately craved for Anne to kiss her. Cathy felt her heart twist violently at her self-inflicted thoughts of agony. 

There was one silver lining in all of the pain, however. Anne would be happy. Anne would finally have someone that she could depend on. She would have someone that she could let her guard down around and not constantly fear the pain of rejection. She wouldn’t have to mask her feelings with humor anymore. Cathy smiled for the first time since overhearing Anne’s conversation. Anne deserved to be happy and Cathy wouldn’t get in the way of that happiness.

Cathy’s heart still ached knowing that Anne was falling for someone else but she held no resentment for the mystery girl. Anne had a chance to be happy and Cathy loved her too much to risk jeopardizing that with her own feelings. 

Cathy let out a loud sigh and began wiping away the tear stains on her face. She didn’t want to go to the hall bathroom to clean herself up and risk any of the other queens seeing her like this, especially not Anne. So instead, Cathy used the sleeves of her shirt to wipe the tears from her eyes. Cathy sniffled a little as she returned her pillow back to its place.

  Almost immediately after, Cathy heard a knock at her door. Her eyes widened in panic and she had to steel herself to keep her voice from cracking. “Yes?”

“It’s Jane, love. Can I come in?” Jane spoke loud enough so that Cathy could hear her through the door.

“Just a moment,” Cathy responded and gave one last attempt to clean the tear residue from her eyes and cheeks. She got up and opened the door to meet Jane’s concerned eyes. Cathy let Jane enter her room before closing the door once more.  

“Are you alright, love?” Jane asked quietly. “It sounded like you were crying.”

“Oh, yeah! Yeah, I’m fine,” Cathy lied. She flashed Jane a small smile in hopes that she would convince Jane that she was okay so she wouldn’t pry into why Cathy was crying.

Jane didn’t look convinced. “Did something happen?”

 Cathy looked down at the floor. She didn’t want to lie to Jane about what had happened but she couldn’t bring herself to tell her the truth either.

Jane took the silence as an answer. “Cathy, do you want to talk about it?”

Cathy shook her head profusely as she felt her tears return with a vengeance. Before she could process what was going on, tears were steadily flowing down her cheeks and sobs were racking her body. Cathy tried to turn away from Jane to hide her tears but Jane didn’t let her. Instead, Jane wrapped her arms around the fragile girl and held her as she cried.

Cathy immediately sank into Jane as the older woman stroked her hair in an effort to calm her down. After a few minutes, Cathy’s sobs subsided and were replaced with whimpers and the occasional hiccup. The two queens had migrated to Cathy’s bed where Jane was slowly releasing her grip on Cathy. 

Cathy parted from Jane and looked up to meet the warmth in her eyes. Jane stroked Cathy’s back soothingly before breaking the silence. “I’m not going to ask what happened. You’re clearly not ready to talk about it.” Cathy dropped Jane’s gaze and swallowed. “But, when you are, I am more than willing to listen. Okay, love?”

Cathy nodded. “Thank you, Jane.”

“You’re welcome, dear. I’ll go bring you some tissues. I’ll be right back.” Jane left Cathy’s room for a few moments before returning with a tissue box. Cathy accepted them gratefully and began blowing her nose and wiping her eyes.

Jane stayed with Cathy for a few more minutes before excusing herself. “Cathy, I’m going to start making dinner now. Are you okay by yourself?”

“Yeah. I’ll be okay,” Cathy responded. “Thank you, Jane. It means a lot to me.”

“I’m here for you, Cathy, and I know the other queens would agree as well. We love you.”

Cathy nodded gratefully. “And I love all of you too.” Jane smiled before getting up and exiting the room. 

When Jane closed her door, Cathy muttered under her breath, “That’s kind of the problem though. I love Anne.” Cathy shook her head at those words.

Even though Cathy felt like she had no more tears left to cry, she still felt all of her emotions stirring within her once more. Cathy heaved one last sigh before walking over to her desk. She reached into the drawer and pulled out her journal. Hopefully writing would give her some peace of mind.

Cathy opened her journal and instantly regretted her decision when she saw the images of her and Anne from the photo booth staring right back at her. Cathy picked up the bookmark of heartbreak and turned it face down on her desk. She reached over and picked up her pen from its resting place before putting her thoughts to paper.

Nobody told me that Cupid was both an archer and an assassin. When I was struck by his arrow, the tip pierced my heart and my love for Anne only grew from that moment on, blossoming from admiration into infatuation. But how cruel and double minded he can be! His aim when he struck Anne was a dagger in my heart. The backstabbing fiend promised me love, omitting the word “unrequited” in premeditated deceit. How could I have been such a fool?! 

Anne, my sweet Anne, has blossomed feelings for another. Against my better judgment, I eavesdropped on her conversation with Kitty, only to overhear the earth-shattering revelation of her undying love for someone else. Oh, how I wish I could have frozen time forever in that photo booth and not only in a photograph. Then, I could live in that blissful state of mind where I was Anne’s sole affection and I didn’t have to vie for her love. I lament my foolish actions.

 Even though this pain feels like my chest was ripped open and my heart was crushed in hand, I can’t imagine my life without Anne in it. I still love her, even if the circumstances have changed out of my favor. My love for her may be selfish but it’s what sustains me. It fills me with warmth on the coldest days and brightens my life when everything before was dull and dark. It may hurt to think about the reality of this situation but I can still build a whole world of possibilities inside of my mind about her. Thoughts of her still make my heart jump and bring a smile to my face. The pain reminds me of how much I love her and that makes the pain all the more bearable. It’s a strange feeling.

I can’t give her up. I just can’t. I won’t! So, I’ll stay quiet. I’ll keep my confessions limited to the whispers in my dreams. No one will hear them and no one will know. My secrets will stay on these pages so Anne can finally find the happiness she deserves with the person she loves. I wish her all the best even though it shatters me inside to know she found everything she wants with someone else. It’s a bitter paradox because she means everything to me.

Cathy signed her name messily at the end before dropping her pen back on her desk and drew a shaky breath. Her feelings were contradicting themselves, making it hard to verbalize efficiently exactly what she was feeling. Writing it out definitely helped clear her head though. She knew she would get through pain eventually but it still hurt deeply to think about. The wounds were still fresh. 

Carefully, Cathy picked up her photo booth bookmark and turned it right side up. She smiled sadly at the memories they pictured, images of blissful hope that were shattered by the harshness of reality. Cathy placed the bookmark in her journal and shut it slowly. She slipped the leather-bound journal back in its drawer before closing it and moving back to her bed. Maybe she could get her mind off of reality by delving back into the imaginary world that Oscar Wilde painted in The Picture of Dorian Gray.

[iwrite4obx]

It's a Date Pt. 2 | JJ x fem!Reader | Topper x fem!Reader

Read Part 1 | Read Part 3 | Part 4

A/N: So sorry for the delay. I took a short break due to life but I am back and ready to write! This is part 2 to my 4 part story requested by @sweetestdolan Please keep an eye out for part 3, which will be the date with her Topper! Requests are still temporarily closed. I will reopen them when this story is complete. Edit: nope I changed my mind, they're open!

T/W: Swearing and fluff. I think that's it.

Summary: Can I request a topper xx reader or Jj x reader where reader is Sarah and rafe’s cousin that’s staying with them for the summer and Sarah and John B wanna set her up with Jj while rafe (not a dick for once) sees her being with Topper and well she kinda has this thing where she says “make a date where it shows off your personality” and she goes on both and yea sorry if it’s confusing. This part is the date with JJ

Word count: 2k

You stood in front of Sarah's full length mirror, admiring the yellow gingham sundress you were trying on. It looked beautifuk on you. You loved the way it accentuated your curves.

“Nope, too formal,” Sarah decided, motioning for you to take it off and throw it on the pile with the dozen other outfits she'd already deemed too fancy or pretentious. You sighed, but obeyed, slipping the straps off your shoulders and letting the dress fall to the ground.

"How do you know it's too formal?" You questioned. "You don't even know what the date is."

"Because trust me, I know JJ. I've got a pretty good idea," she contended with a knowing smile.

You still didn't know quite how you'd gotten yourself into this mess. While your cousin Sarah and her boyfriend had been attempting to set you up with their friend JJ, your other cousin, Rafe, had interjected and tried to get you to go out with his friend Tooper. To stop your cousins from going at each other, you have promised to go on dates with both of them. It had seemed like an exciting idea at the time. You thought it would be a bit like the Bachelorette. Now however, you were starting to regret offering.

"Oh wait, I've got it!" Sarah announced after a moment. She pulled a rose-colored high waisted skater skirt from her drawer and went digging through the clothes pile for a white cropped tank top they had already discarded. "Try this on."

You put on the outfit and turned to look at yourself in the mirror. You liked it. It was cute, casual, and so you. But you were sure Sarah would find some issue with it.

"It's perfect!" Sarah squealed. "Just wear your swimsuit under it. I'd go with the coral one."

"We spent all this time finding an outfit, and I'm just gonna be swimming?"

Sarah just shrugged, making a motion that said her lips were sealed.

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John B came to pick you up in his van. During the entire ride, you pestered both he and Sarah about where you were going and why JJ couldn’t come pick you up himself, but they shared very little information with you.

You had managed to find JJ on Instagram, so at least you knew what he looked like. And when you saw his pictures, you were almost surprised. He was incredibly good-looking, there was no denying it. His untamed blond hair and crystal blue eyes, combined with his tendency to wear cut-off shirts or simply no shirt at all, made it hard to look away from him. Still, you were unsure about how this date would go. From what little you'd managed to gather about his personality, he was a comedic reckless bad-boy, and it wasn't a type you usually went for.

"We're here," John B announced, switching his car into park and hoping out.

You looked around at your surroundings, confused. "This is your house, isn't it?" you asked John B.

Before he could respond, you heard a voice behind you. “Hey, there's the infamous y/n." You turned around to see JJ emerging from John B's house with a wide grin on his face.

You were surprised to find that he was even more attractive in person.

"And you must be JJ." You reached out your hand to shake his, but he pulled you into a hug instead. You could feel the muscles in his arms and chest and you'd be lying if you said you didn't enjoy it.

"Hey sorry about sending JB to pick you up. I had to do we last minute maintenance on the Pogue. I'm sure you're docking me points as we speak," he said with a cheeky grin.

You nodded even though you had absolutely zero clue what he was talking about. “Just a few,” you jokingly replied.

“Then we should get going before I can lose anymore. Hey Sarah, take care of John B for me, okay? I know he gets lonely when we’re apart.” John B flipped him off. You all said your goodbyes and Sarah and her boyfriend climbed back in his van and left, leaving you and JJ alone.

He turned to you with a smile. “Welcome to the Outer Banks, sweetheart. You’re gonna love it here.

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Only when you got down to the docks did what JJ had said make any sense. There was a small fishing boat docked there with the letters HMS POGUE painted on the side. You knew about the island rivalry between the rich Kooks and the poor Pogues, but none of it meant anything to you. You knew that even though the Cameron's were significantly wealthier than your side of the family, you would be considered a Kook. But in your opinion, the class-based bias was stupid and pointless.

When you saw the boat, you were instantly excited. You loved the sea and there were few things you enjoyed more than being on the My Druthers with you Uncle and cousins. Somehow, you knew the adventure in this small fishing boat with JJ would be even more exciting.

"Are we going out on the water? I love boating!" You exclaimed.

"Oh yeah? It's not beneath a Kook princess like you?"

It honestly made you angry to be stereotyped like that, but rather than calling him out on it, you calmly responded, "Not at all." You suddenly understood exactly what kind of girl he expected you to be, and you were determined to prove him wrong.

He helped you into the boat and thanked him. He untied the boat and pushed off from the dock before starting the engine. ”So tell me a little bit about yourself. Like, where're you from? How are you related to the Camerons?”

“Uncle Ward is my mom’s brother. We live about six hours away in Virginia, west of Roanoke. I love coming here any chance I get. This is the first time I've come by myself and I'm spending the entire summer."

"I can't imagine not living by a beach," he commented. He was lounging in the seat by the wheel, attempting and failing to steer the boat with his feet. You stifled a laugh. "Well really, I can't imagine living anywhere but here."

“My mom grew up here, with her brother. She left to go to school and never came back.”

“Wait, Sarah said her dad grew up on the cut. So your mom did too?”

“Yeah. When he earned all his money, he gave some to my mom." You didn't like talking about the origin of your wealth, but you felt comfortable with JJ. "They’re really close.”

You and JJ continued talking. You learned that he was an only child, but he didn't say much else about his family. Mostly he told you about his friends and what he liked to do. He told you that he was a good surfer, and you made him promise, even if you two were a terrible match, that he would give you lessons. He agreed with a laugh. Eventually, when you were far enough out, he cut the engine.

"Wanna go for a dip?" he offered.

You raised an eyebrow at him. "Is this your secret plan to get me to take my clothes off on the first date? Because if so, it's working."

He laughed. "I did not expect you to be funny."

You tilted your head and smiled at him. "Well now that you've met me, I hope you've learned not to underestimate me."

"Yes ma'am," he agreed.

You both stripped down to your swimsuits. JJ, quickly dove in, but you were a bit hesitant.

"Come on. I'll catch you. Promise," JJ persuaded as soon as he broke the surface. He held out his arms to prove it to you.

You closed your eyes and jumped. True to his word, JJ caught you. The force from your jump caused both of you to go under, but he held you the entire time.

“You okay?” He asked when you both resurfaced. He didn’t truly sound concerned though, he was too busy laughing.

“I’m fine, but you won’t be when I get my revenge.”

“Revenge? Why, I caught you?” He protested.

“Revenge for laughing at me, obviously.”

He laughed again, seemingly not affected by your threat. You seemed to both simultaneously realize he was still holding on to you, and he gently released you, glancing away as if he was embarrassed.

JJ cleared his throat and broke the silence. “Okay, so I get Sarah, she’s a pretty cool chick, but how is a great girl like you related to a dickhead like Rafe Cameron?”

"Hey! That's my cousin you're talking about."

"Okay fine, sore subject."

You sighed. "Honestly, he's different around me. Different even than he is around Sarah and Wheezie. We’re pretty close. Not as close as me and Sarah, but still.”

“So that’s why you agreed to go on a date with Topper?”

“I guess.” You shrugged. Honestly, you hadn’t expected to connect this well with JJ. You already found yourself staring at him shamelessly, his lips specifically. The date with Topper was beginning to seem stupid. You could already imagine yourself spending your summer with JJ. Surfing, hanging out with his friends on the HMS Pogue, cuddling on the beach under the night sky. You shook your head to bring yourself back to reality. You'd only just met JJ, and you had no way of knowing if he even liked you.

“What should I know about Topper?” You asked JJ, curious.

JJ snorted. “I have nothing good to say about him. He’s a first-rate stuck-up kook.”

“Okay, sorry. Bad date topic anyway.”

“You know what’s a good date topic?” JJ began with a mischievous smile on his face. He swam up to you so that your faces were inches apart. You could sense his lips getting closer to yours. Your eyes fluttered shut. All of the sudden, he grabbed you by the waist and tossed you into the water, dunking you.

You gasped when your head emerged. “You are so dead,” you shouted.

You jumped onto his back, trying to force his head under, but he was stronger than you and easily threw you off. You chased after him, trying fruitlessly to get your payback. Only after ten minutes of chasing him were you finally able to dunk him, and even then, you had a feeling that he let you.

You were still both laughing when you climbed back on the deck on the Pogue. It was nearing nightfall, and you decided to head back. JJ had offered to let you steer, but he kept leaning over your shoulder and correcting your movements, so somehow you end up on his lap as you head back towards land. You were both silent, but it was a comfortable silence and you didn’t mind it in the slightest. When you pulled up to the dock, he turned off the engine and you both climbed off.

JJ led you to John B's yard where you reclined together on a hammock and looked up at the sky. It was slightly chilly outside, but JJ had his arm wrapped around your shoulder, and wherever his bare skin touched yours, you felt warm.

"This is one of my favorite places in the world," he explained."I love to sit here with my friends, roll a joint, just look up at the sky. I don't care if it's in total silence. It's the only time I shut up," he joked. You can't help but laugh

"It feels just as natural with you here beside me. I guess what I'm trying to say is I can see you as one of us. You should hang out with us. With me."

He rolled on to his side to face you and you did the same. He reached up a hand to cup your cheek and pulls you closer until your lips are touching. It's the perfect kiss. Slow and gentle, but electrifying.

"Think about it," he whispered. You nodded, a silent promise.

You didn't know how it was possible, but as you laid there next to JJ, you could already feel yourself falling for him.

[bbhyeoliskooks]

... 𝑫𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝑾𝒐𝒓𝒅𝒔...

➶ TXT’s Reaction to Hearing you Sing

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Genre: 3 1/2 cups of fluff and 1/2 teaspoons of angst

Warnings: None, I think !

Song: Moon River 

(Lately, I’ve been so soft for TXT!! I just love them so much. How hard working they are and always put on a smile for us. They always do their best just to make us happy. I really want to hug them and tell them they did well~~)

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͒ ु Yeonjun ͒ ु 

In your opinion, babysitting your younger siblings was pretty difficult. With two children running around and a baby crying for her mother, it was hard to concentrate on your studies. Finals were in two weeks, so you decided to study early to get a head start.

During the times when stress would pile upon you, you’d usually bring the kids outside to relinquish their energy. After that, they would sleep early and give you time to study for the subjects you were struggling in. Fortunately, the baby was already sleeping and the younger ones were getting sleepy as each minute passed.

Unbeknownst to you, Yeonjun decided to check up on how you’re doing because he knew you would be adamant on taking a break. Apparently, he was just walking pass the neighborhood and wanted to visit you. He worried a lot about you during finals and took care of you when you weren’t able to.

You were rocking the baby crib as well as reading the exam book to pass. It’d been long since you sang, and it was an easy way to let go of stress. You started to softly sing Moon River, a song that held a deep place in your heart.

Yeonjun arrived at your house with a smile, holding the spare key that you gave him for emergencies. Technically it wasn’t an emergency, but it was emergency to him if you weren’t babied during these times. He opened the door gently, making no sounds.

A soft voice made its way to his ears, and his eyes widened. It sounded so gentle and gorgeous. It was like an angel was singing. Was it you that was singing? He never heard you sing before. Usually, you were too scared to sing anywhere so he naturally assumed that you couldn’t sing well. He took his phone out to record you and quietly giggled.

It wasn’t long before you finished the song that you finally looked up at Yeonjun’s gaping mouth. Almost screaming, you let out a sound that sounded like a whining cat. You chuckled, putting the pencil down. “You seriously didn’t record that, did you?” He laughed with you and put his phone in his sweatshirt pocket. “I’m sorry, baby girl! It’s just that I’ve never heard you sing before. You can’t expect me not to when it comes to you. It was amazing!”

He bent down to press a loving kiss against your cheek. “You sounded like a Disney princess. It was so magical and pretty. Sing a duet with me in the future?”

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͒ ु Soobin ͒ ु

You were preparing food for the date you and Soobin were going on today. It was a picnic in the beach, a place where you wanted to experience the waves with him. A smile crept up your face as you imagined the day together. Both of you would frolic in the ocean and feel the warm sun melt your skin.

Spreading jam on one of the bread slices, you sang “Moon River” to ease your excitement. You were almost finished with all of the snacks. You just had to put them in the basket and wait for Soobin to finish packing up.

Speaking of which, Soobin walked into the kitchen, completely allured by your voice. He heard you sing before, but every time he would fall in love with you even more. It sounded so pleasing and sweet to his ears. To be honest, this babie just loved your voice more than bread and ice cream. (rip to soobin x bread 😔)

You looked up at your boyfriend whose eyes were twinkling. You could see why everyone told you that he looked at you like you were his world. You pushed away your embarrassment and softly smiled. Breaking out into giggles at his stare, you fed his widened mouth a piece of pandesal. He chewed it quickly before pulling you into his affectionate arms.

“Will you sing more for me, please? I love your honey voice.” You leaned against his chest, letting out a satisfied hum. “Of course you do. You love anything I do, and I am so grateful for that. I’m so lucky to have you, you know that?”

He kissed the top of your head lightly making you grin more if that was possible. “You can’t be lucky when I have you already. I love you, Y/N- more than you already know!” He leaned forward and tried to close the gap between the both of you. Jokingly pulling away, you let out a squeal and hit his chest. “Why are we so cheesy?! Ahh, Soobin! I love you too.”

You both laughed at your statement before he picked up the packed bag left on the counter. “Shall we go? If we keep being love birds, we’re going to miss a fun day~” Holding his hand and picking up the basket, you instantly agreed. “Of course, Binnie! We need to find a good place.”

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͒ ु Beomgyu ͒ ु

(Uwu this babie 🥺 my bias ahajshshgs)

“I’m going to sleep, jagi!” Beomgyu yelled.

You hummed in response and continued to study for the night. After 15 minutes, he pouted and whined once again. “I said I’m going to sleep, Y/N!” You nodded and smiled at his neediness. “I know! You just told me, Gyu. Are you that forgetful?”

He pouted as you turned back to work on your project. It was already 3am and he was feeling sleepy, but he refused to fall asleep this night to hear your wonderful voice. He couldn’t go to sleep without you in bed and hearing you sing one of his favorites, “Moon River.”

You didn’t know he caught you one night when you accidentally banged your head against the head of your bed. The boy woke up in a heartbeat and before he could let out a noise, you started to sing while combing his messy hair. He almost laughed at the memory, but was still sad that you weren’t going to bed soon. He got an idea and grinned at the thought of it.

“You know jagi, you don’t have to pretend anymore.” You raised an eyebrow at him before putting down the pencil. “What do you mean pretend? I don’t think I’m doing anything like that.” He snickered at you which made you confused. Did he catch you doing anything bad? No...? You don’t recall doing something wrong.

“Y/N, I know you sing me to sleep. You don’t need to hide it anymore! I want to hear you sing~” Your face flushed with embarrassment, but you hid it well with the strands of your hair. Beomgyu shook his head, trying to hold in his laughter. “Why are you so embarrassed? I love your voice. Please, don’t be shy to me.”

His face was red now, and his cheeks blossomed pink. He looked way too adorable for his own good when he panicked. You looked down at the textbooks, so he wouldn’t see your red face either. “But, Gyu... I can only sing when you’re asleep! I don’t think my voice is that good, as you say.”

Beomgyu ran up to you with a pout on his cherry lips before wrapping his comforting arms around you. “It is, jagi. You know I still love you either way. Whenever I go to sleep, you’re always there. It makes me so happy, and the last thought of mine before I drift off is you singing like that to our children one day.”

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  ͒ ु Taehyun ͒ ु

It was almost 4am in the morning when Taehyun called you. You were mindlessly scrolling on your phone when he facetimed you. It irked you that he was calling so late, but he probably just came home. He was usually sleeping in bed right now, if you remembered correctly.

You grinned from ear to ear despite calling him yesterday at 10. He had been gone for a month for the Japan tour where the group would perform their new songs. It was only a week until he came back, and you were much excited for it.

Picking up the call, you were shocked to see Taehyun in the bed hiding his face with his hands. He was sniffling and letting out little hiccups. Your eyes grew wide. Was he crying? He never cried that much in front of you! Your eyes started to water up too, seeing him this way. How much you wanted to be there with him and hug him while he let all the tears out.

“Tae, are you crying?” He shook his head furiously, still hiding his face. “Y-yes, I am. It isn’t important right now though. I just wanted to see what you were up to.” You sighed and frowned at his lie. “Taehyun, please tell me what’s wrong. I want to help.”

He sighed as well before taking his hands off of his face. His eyes were red and puffy, and there were still tears streaming down his face. You put on a small smile so you could be strong for him. “You don’t have to tell me if you don’t desire to. I will sing for you, okay? Perhaps that will calm your nerves.”

He let out a tiny yes before tucking himself into the covers. You cleared your throat and sung one of your favorite songs that always calmed him down. It was one of ‘your’ songs together, one that played when you first met each other in a flower garden.

It was about a few minutes later when you heard a few snores coming from the phone. You chuckled a little at how he snuggled into the blanket. The next day, you would talk to him about it if he wanted to. Now though, he was sleeping and you wished he would have sweet dreams.

Grazing your finger against the hang up button, you blew a kiss even though he would never see it. “Sweet dreams, Tae. I love you.”

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͒ ु Kai ͒ ु

“Y/N! Come here!” Your boyfriend, Kai called from upstairs. You put the chocolate chip cookies in the oven at least 10 minutes ago and waited for them to be ready. You laughed at his voice crack. Everytime you made something in the kitchen, he would distract you with something unimportant.

You dashed up the stairs and saw him there with his sunglasses. Did he seriously call you for that? You were busy baking something! He held his guitar and smirked at your dumbfounded expression. “What? You obviously look shocked. Am I toooo hot for you??”

You rolled your eyes, taking a step towards him. “As if. Let’s not forget when you rapped to “Price Tag” while wearing those! It made me laugh so much.” He pouted and stuck his tongue at you. You held in a few giggles and sat next to him.

“I don’t think you know this, but I can play the guitar too. I started learning it when I was twelve.” His eyes slightly extended as he smugly shrugged. “But are you as good as me, Y/N?” His expression of shock turned into uncertainty in a matter of seconds. You peered into his unreadable eyes.

Kai furrowed his eyebrows and tilted his head. “It’s strange, but I’ve never heard you sing. Are you able to sing and play the guitar at the same time?” You strummed the beginning to test the waters before nodding. “I don’t know. I guess you’ll just have to see!”

You initiated the song, remembering the chords. You used your whole heart and soul in your voice, hoping that he would at least enjoy the performance. It seemed like the guitar didn’t do much work because your voice was so alluring that Kai forgot about it. He was so entranced by your voice warming his heart that he didn’t even realize that you were finished.

“Um... Hyuka? Was it good?” He didn’t say anything, only having a blank stare. You blushed in fear that it wasn’t as good as you thought. Maybe your skills weren’t as polished as you thought.

All of a sudden, he teared up and rubbed his eyes. “Y/N!! Why did you hide that from me! That was so angelic. I think I fell in love with you once again!” You let out a sigh of relief and gently layed down the guitar. “Thank gosh. I thought you didn’t like it, geez.”

He threw his arms around you. Thrown off by the sudden affection, you hesitantly hugged him back and buried your face into his neck. “What do you mean I didn’t like it? That was so good.”

“Was it better than yours?” You jokingly asked. He rubbed your tummy and hummed in agreement. “Yeah, yeah. You won. That was too good anyway.”

You scrunched your nose up at his statement. “Liar.” He gasped, gently hitting your arm in playfulness. “What the- do you really want to go there? We should cuddle instead while you sing me to sleep. I’m your baby!!” “Sure, Hyuka. Whatever you say.”

A burnt odor made its way to your nose. You gazed at Kai if he smelt it too. He had the same look of puzzlement. Wait. You instantly threw yourself off of him. “The cookies! They’re burnt now!”

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Posted: 6/8/20- 3:54am

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Yoongi Soulmate AU| You switch bodies

Ah, soulmates. What a wonderful thing they are. Someone that is literally destined to be with you, is the perfect match for you to spend the rest of your life with. The one person you know you can be yourself around and they will love you unconditionally. But the trouble with soulmates, is that at any given moment you switch bodies with each other. And you don’t switch back until you find each other. It could be when you’re kids, it could be when you were well into adulthood. Fate has a funny way of deciding when the time is right. So when you go to bed that night, you really weren’t expecting to wake up in your soulmate’s body. 

You look up at the ceiling, noticing that something feels a little off. The bed under you feels a little more luxurious than you’re used to. As you run your hands over the sheets you realize that they definitely are not yours. You sit up abruptly, taking a look around the room and realizing this is not your room at all. You glance down and look at yourself, now noticing that you are not in your body. You can’t help but squeal excitedly when you realize you are in your soulmate’s body. Well, at least you try to anyway but your voice is much deeper than normal and it more comes out as a yell. You immediately glance around the room for a mirror, feeling really curious about what your soulmate looks like. You spot a door that you think either leads to a closet or a bathroom. You immediately run up to it and throw it open. Holy shit this closet is bigger than my whole apartment my soulmate is loaded. You think to yourself. You spot a mirror in the corner and walk over to it, standing in front of it and literally scream when you see who is staring back at you.

“Holy shit. Oh my god. Yoongi is my soulmate. Min Yoongi is my soulmate!” Your scream seems to have alerted someone as you hear the bedroom door crash against the wall. You turn around and see Hoseok standing in the door way.

“Yoongi?! Are you okay?” 

“Holy shit.. Hoseok...” 

“Yes? What’s wrong with you? You’re acting really weird.” 

“Um.. I’m not-” Just then Jimin also bursts into the room too. 

“Hyung? What’s wrong why were you- Oh Hey Hobi.” You feel so overwhelmed at the moment. Not only have you just found out Yoongi is your soulmate, but all of the other members are seeming to file into the room now having heard the commotion. 

“Listen uh.. everyone I’m not Yoongi..” 

“What do you mean? Did you hit your head last night or something? Are you sleep walking?” Hoseok reaches out and pokes your face and you smack his hand away. “Sure seem to act like him.” Suddenly the pieces seem to click together as Jungkook yells. 

“That’s his soulmate!” They all turn and look at Jungkook in surprise.

“There’s no way..”

“Um hi everyone? My name is y/n.” You shyly wave at them and blush and Jungkook cracks up at seeing your gestures in his Hyung’s body. 

“Awww Yoongi is so cute now!” 

“What are you talking about Yoongi has always been cute.” You scold Jungkook for saying otherwise. 

“Wait are you an army?” You freeze at Jimin’s question, suddenly feeling very nervous about their reaction for your answer.

“Um.. yes...” 

“Well shit this is bad.”

“Why is this bad?”

“Do you have any idea how much damage a fan could do in his body?! We need to find out where Yoongi is and stat.” You’re offended by how quickly Namjoon has seemed to turn on you without even knowing you.

“Okay wait a minute. You don’t even know me so why would you even assume something like that? And the fact that I am a fan of you all means that I deeply care and love every single one of you. I would never do anything to harm your careers or image. You should be thankful I’m a fan and not someone who’s just after your money or fame. Besides I’m his soulmate. You see how wonderful of a person Yoongi is do you really think I would be a horrible human being and be paired with him?” Namjoon’s gaze immediately softens. 

“You’re right y/n.. I’m sorry I didn’t mean that.”

“It’s okay. You’re forgiven.” 

“But anyway I’d really like to get back into my own body anyway.. so anything you all can do to help would be greatly appreciated.” Just then Hoseok’s phone starts ringing. 

“I don’t recognize this number.” 

“Oh! Wait that’s probably me.. or Yoongi rather.” You take his phone and recognize your number. You answer it and put it on speaker.

“Hi y/n! Or should I say Yoongi.” 

“Oh.. hey where’s Hoseok?” 

“He’s right here. I just wanted a chance to talk to you. How you liking things over in my body?”

“You’re um.. very cute. I was actually really happy when I looked in the mirror and saw your face staring back at me.”

“Awwwww hyung that’s so cute!!! Or should I call you Noona?” Taehyung teases. 

“Listen here you little brat when I get back in my own body you’re in for it you hear me?” You giggle at their arguing. 

“What the fuck? I don’t giggle. Shit, that sounds weird.” 

“Well maybe you should do it more often it sounds cute.” You tell him. 

“Also why don’t you have anything to eat in your house? All I can find is instant ramen and you have like 10 dollars in your wallet.”

“Well sorry mister rich and famous we can’t all be millionaires like you.” You tease.

“I’m sorry I didn’t mean to sound rude.” 

“It’s okay Yoongi, I’m just messing with you.” 

“By the way y/n..” 

“Yes?”

“I really appreciate all these photos you have of us hanging in your room. And my photo card in the back of your phone case. So I take it I’m your bias then right?” You blush and groan as you remember all of the BTS Items you have sitting in your room right now, on top of all of the merch with Yoongi’s name on it. “Oh, wait what’s this? A sweater with my name on the back, a hat with my name on it.. And-”

“Okay! Okay I get it yes Yoongi you are my bias. You have been since the start please don’t go through my things.” 

“I won’t. I promise. Just wanted to tease you a little bit and show you what it feels like is all.”

“You both are so cute together it’s disgusting.” Jin retorts. 

“Alright so! Anyway, everyone can we figure out how we’re going to get Yoongi over here please? Because I don’t exactly have a thousand dollars to get on a plane to come to South Korea.. or rather Yoongi doesn’t.. God this is so confusing.” 

“Guess you’ll just have to come to me then huh?” 

“I can do that. Right?” You glance around the room, uncertain if they had any concerts or schedules coming up.

“Well, I mean we did have a photo shoot today but I think focusing on getting Yoongi back here needs to be top priority.” You nod at Jimin, agreeing with his words. 

“Well, then I guess I’m getting on a plane then.”

“Sounds good. I’ll see you soon then y/n.” 

“See you soon, Yoongi.” You glance around the room at everyone, suddenly feeling nervous that all eyes are on you. “Um.. do you all mind leaving me alone for a little while to pack? I need to get ready and mentally prepare myself for all this..” They all nod and leave the room, wanting to respect your privacy. Everyone leaves except for Hoseok who stands there awkwardly shuffling his feet back and forth.

“Hobi? Is everything okay?”

“It’s just.. I’m really happy that Yoongi has you now. He doesn’t always show it but.. I think he was beginning to wonder if he was ever going to meet his soulmate and it was really starting to get him down. I can only imagine how happy he is right now and I just want to thank you. And tell you that I hope you’ll take good care of him.”

“Aww Hobi come here!” You cross the room to where he is and hug him tightly. He hesitates for a moment before hugging you back.

“This feels really weird. Yoongi hardly ever hugs me.” You laugh and pull away apologizing. 

“Do you want to help me pack? I don’t know where any of his stuff is..”

“Sure! I’d love to.” Hoseok helps you pack up your suitcase while you recruited Namjoon to get you on the soonest flight back home. You’re all packed up and ready to go when Namjoon comes in and announces your flight is leaving in an hour. You rush out the door with Hoseok to head to the airport. He had offered to ride with you so you wouldn’t need to be by yourself. He walks you over to the gate, wishing you good luck and giving your hand a squeeze before you begin to board. You text your number from Yoongi’s phone, letting him know it’s you and you’re leaving now. You’re surprised when you receive a video message back. You open it and put your headphones in as the plane is taking off to help distract you. 

“Oh wow. You got a flight that quick. I’m really excited now. I really can’t wait to meet you officially. You seem like a really sweet person. And you’re absolutely beautiful. I couldn’t believe when I woke up and looked in the mirror I was thinking, holy shit how did I get so lucky? I can’t wait to get to know you better. I asked Namjoon to transfer some money into your account so I am going to go to the store and get some stuff to cook you a nice dinner. Ah, I’m not good with this kind of stuff but.. I really was beginning to wonder if I even had a soulmate. You came into my life at just the right time and I want to thank you for that. Have a safe flight. I’ll be seeing you soon.” He waves and blows a kiss at the camera and you smile widely, setting the phone down and deciding to take a nap before you land. 

Your flight went smoothly. You had texted Yoongi to let him know you were on your way to the house now and should be there in about an hour give or take depending on traffic and airport security. You’re standing outside your door. You don't know why you knock, it’s your own house. But you stand there waiting anxiously for Yoongi to come to the door. When he opens the door and your eyes finally meet you feel an odd feeling in the pit of your stomach. The world goes dark only for a moment and now suddenly you are staring back at Yoongi. 

“Am I back in my own body now?” He asks. You nod your head. 

“You wanna come in? You offer.” 

“I mean I’ve kind of made myself at home the past few hours but sure.” You giggle and step aside allowing him in.

“That giggle sounds much better coming from your voice.” You blush and continue with him into the kitchen, mouth watering at how delicious the food smells and looks.

“Wow.. Yoongi this looks amazing!” 

“Only the best for my soulmate.” You turn around and throw yourself into his arms, hugging him tightly around the waist. 

“I can’t believe this is actually happening.” 

“It almost feels too good to be true.” He kisses the top of your head, but you want his lips elsewhere. You place your hands on either side of his face. 

“Can I kiss you?” You ask, not wanting to rush into anything that might make him uncomfortable. 

“Please..” You feel like the world is moving in slow motion as you move forward and finally, press your lips against his. It’s a quick peck at first, testing the waters and seeing how it feels to finally be kissing your soulmate. You pull away but Yoong immediately latches his fingers in your shirt and tugs you back into him, kissing you more passionately this time. He deepens the kiss and backs you into the counter, caging you in with his arms. Your breath is quickening and your pulse is thudding rapidly in your chest as he move his tongue along the bottom of your lip. You don’t hesitate to open it and allow his tongue to explore your mouth. He moves away after a few more moments, needing to catch his breath. You move in to kiss him again and he chuckles at you, kissing your nose instead. 

“Ah, you gotta give me a minute baby. That was.. wow..” 

“I haven’t felt anything like that in my life.”

“Me either. Who knew kissing your soulmate could feel like that?” He kisses your forehead and then dishes out dinner for the two of you. You sit down on the couch facing one another and talking about everything so you can get to know each other better. At the end of the night Yoongi stands in the kitchen, unsure if he should ask to stay with you tonight or get a hotel. You move to go towards your bedroom and turn around when you notice he isn’t following you.

“Are you coming?” He smiles and walks after you. You both settle into bed, laying side by side with your hands linked in the middle. 

“So what are we going to do about tomorrow?” 

“Ah, well I have to go back to South Korea but I wanted to know if you would come with me..” 

“You really want me to go back with you?” 

“Yes.. I don’t, like I know you’re my soulmate and all but we just met and I don’t want this to sound weird but the thought of just leaving after meeting you makes my chest hurt.” You bring a hand up over your heart, you’ve been feeling the same way.

“It’s not weird.. actually I have been thinking the same thing I just wasn’t sure how to ask you.”  He sighs in relief, bringing your hand up to his lips and kissing the back of it.

“That’s a big relief. Wow okay. Great. So tomorrow I can buy you a plane ticket and we can go back together. You can officially meet all the members too!”

“I already met them though.” 

“Yeah but, you met them as me that’s different..” You giggle and roll over onto your side so you can lay on his chest. 

“That actually sounds lovely, Yoongi.” You both get quiet after that and you’re just about to fall asleep when Yoongi’s voice makes you perk up.

“I still can’t believe I got to meet you..”

“I should be saying that to you. Why were you so certain we weren't ever going to find each other?” Yoongi grows quiet next to you. “If you don’t want to talk about it that’s okay too..” 

“Ah, no it’s just.. A really good friend of mine never experienced the switch. He believes his soulmate is no longer living and it just terrified me that the same might be the case for me since I was waiting so long.” You turn to face him and he does the same, reaching your hand out to cup his face as you lean in and press a light peck to his lips.

“Well you know, fate has a funny way of knowing just when you need your soulmate the most. I think we both came into each other’s lives at the right time.” 

“I think you’re right y/n.” You roll onto your other side and he wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you into him. 

“Can I ask you something Yoongi?”

“Of course baby.” 

“How many times did you look at me naked?” You feel him move and suddenly a pillow is repeatedly being whacked onto your shoulder. You burst out laughing as Yoongi throws the pillow to the side and starts tickling you mercilessly. 

“You’re such a brat you know that!”

“It’s a completely valid question!” 

“I would never disrespect you like that.. but for your information it was only when I had to change out of my pajamas okay?” You chuckle at him and kiss his forehead, settling back down into bed. 

“I was just teasing you.” 

“You’re insufferable.” 

“But you’ll grow to love me.”  The fond look that washes over Yoongi’s features makes your heart race.

“Yeah, I think I will.”

[pingupengq]

Really?

Ju Haknyeon x gender neutral reader

Genre: fluff

Word count: 1,244

A/n: unplanned, but this is just in time for Haknyeon's birthday! Happy birthday to Haknyeon, my tbz bias and the sweetest boy!

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When Haknyeon enters your apartment with his arms wrapped protectively around his now-bulging sweatshirt, you knew something had to be up.

When the bulge begins to wriggle around and let out tiny, shrill squeals, you knew he had brought in the one thing the apartment complex owners said not to.

A pet. And not just any pet, it seemed.

As Haknyeon carefully removes the small animal from under his sweatshirt, he has one of his signature grins on his face. He holds it out to you, cradled in both hands. "Can you hold him while I take my sweatshirt off?"

"Hak..." Your attempts to keep a disapproving look on your face are failing as you reach out and gently take it from him. "A piglet? Really? You know the rules about pets here!" A small giggle leaves your lips as you cradle it to your chest, rubbing your index and middle fingers between it's ears.

"Well it's a good thing I'm just visiting, huh?" He tosses his sweatshirt onto the back of your couch, leaving him standing in his black and white T-shirt and jeans. "I'll take him back home with me when I leave, I promise! I'd hate for you to get into too much trouble because of this." You give him a playful glare as you say "you better", but there's no malice in your gaze or voice.

"So! What's this little guy's name?" The question barely makes it out through your laughter, as the piglet has started snuffling around you. A soft nose grazes up and down your forearms, the sniffs tickling your skin.

Haknyeon beams at you as you hand the piglet back to him. "This is my son!" Haknyeon declares proudly, holding the piglet up as though he were Rafiki holding up Simba on Pride Rock. "His name is Ggul!"

"I can certainly see the family resemblance" you quip through suppressed laughter.

"Hey!" He sets the piglet on the ground and clutches at his chest dramatically. "You wound me!"

You hold your hands up in surrender, laughing as Ggul trots around your furniture, carefree and happy. "All I meant by that is it's obvious that cuteness seems to run in the family!"

A warm tinge of pink coats your cheeks as you realize what just fell out of your mouth, and it's reflected on Haknyeon's face as well. He reacts first, shoving your shoulder with an embarrassedly quiet "shut up!"

To break the atmosphere, you decide to crouch down and play with Ggul a bit. Haknyeon crouches down next to you, and you play together with the little pink bundle of energy.

For being a piglet, Ggul acts pretty similarly to a puppy. He runs between you and Haknyeon in laps, making squeaky noises every so often. You remember that you have some baby carrots in your refrigerator, so you go and grab them. Sitting back down where you had been, you take a carrot out of the bag and toss it over near Haknyeon. Ggul immediately zeroes in on it, and all but falls over himself to get to it. You and Haknyeon can't contain your laughter, and Haknyeon keels over, holding his sides as he laughs at Ggul's antics.

You and Haknyeon take turns tossing baby carrot pieces back and forth for Ggul. After about a dozen rounds, he trots to a stop and simply lays down. You almost panic, but a small snort and a tiny sneeze let you know that he's just fine.

"Ahh," Haknyeon muses, "I think we wore him out!"

You chuckle a little and prop yourself back on your arms, looking up at him, since he's kneeling just in front of you.

"Want something to eat?"

He grins back at you, "What kind of question is that, y/n? You know me!"

You both head to kitchen, leaving Ggul laying on the carpet in a tired little heap, snoozing away. You pull some fruit from your refrigerator and put the carrots back, then grab a couple bags of chips from one of the cupboards.

You open one of the bags and lean against the counter. You're really glad you asked Haknyeon to come over and catch up. It's been a while since you last saw him, and he always makes hanging out so much fun. The two of you lose track of time as you crack jokes and chat, just content to be with each other having fun.

The relaxed atmosphere surrounding you and Haknyeon is suddenly broken by a squeal from Ggul, coming from the living room. You look at each other, then the squeal comes again, sounding more distressed this time. You rushed into the room, Hak hot on your tail, and you begin to look.

"Ggul?" Haknyeon calls as he looks under a cabinet. You begin to inspect the chairs for any sign of the baby piglet. You begin to call for Ggul too, as it becomes more evident that he's not where either of you are looking.

You both jump and whip your heads around at the sound of Ggul's squeal - though still muffled, it's much louder than before and it seems to be coming from the couch.

"How- how did he fit underneath my couch?" The question comes out incredulous and disbelieving, and for good reason. The gap between the couch and the floor is tiny! Nevertheless you go and crouch by the arm of the couch. You can hear shuffling noises coming from underneath.

"Ok Hak, on three I'll pick up the couch and you reach under and get Ggul, sound good?" He nods in response, readying himself.

"Alright. One... Two... Three!" You push yourself up from crouching, holding the couch up at an angle. You look down and see Haknyeon dive under. A second later he emerges with a slightly dusty looking Ggul.

"Well," you gently lower the couch back to floor, "I guess he wasn't ok alone for a minute after all! Is he ok?" You cross over to them, watching as Haknyeon carefully brushes the dust and the odd cobweb off of Ggul.

"He looks ok, from what I can see," Haknyeon responds after a couple seconds. "I'm sorry buddy, I shouldn't have left you alone!"

"Don't go blaming just yourself," you scold him lightly, "that's on both of us! But hey, look, he's alright. In fact, I think he's falling asleep on you!"

Sure enough, a closer look at Ggul's face shows his eyes closing ever so slowly, and with a tiny sigh, they shut completely. His breathing slows and evens out as Haknyeon rocks gently from side to side.

You continue your conversations from earlier, now in hushed tones, for a little while longer. You idly pet Ggul while listening to and telling stories, and Haknyeon does the same. Occasionally your fingers brush up against his as you stroke Ggul's ears, and each time, the corners of your lips curl upwards a little more.

Soon enough Haknyeon sighs quietly and shifts himself to stand up. "Ggul and I should probably get going..." You pout a little, but give a half-hearted agreement. He laughs and grins at you. "Don't worry y/n, I'll make sure to meet up with you again soon!"

You smile at that, and give Ggul a few last little pets. Then you give Haknyeon a somewhat awkward side hug, trying to avoid squishing Ggul between the two of you.

"Alright then, Hak. See you soon?"

"Definitely, y/n, see you soon!"

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[taetaesbaebaepsae]

BTS When Another Idol Flirts With You Backstage (Maknae Line)

Summary: you know the drill

Warnings: insecure bbys, massive amounts of salt, angst and fluff (flangst), alcohol tw ig but not really

Word Count: 2884

Taehyung (V)

Kim Taehyung doesn't have a jealous bone in his body, so when you got mildly tipsy at an award show and begged him to get you backstage so that you could meet you EXO bias, Park Chanyeol, he didn't think twice.

At least, he didn't think he had a jealous bone in his body. He found himself frowning while he watched you blushing as you talked to the tall man, frown deepening when you held your small hand up to his to compare and he closed his hand around yours.

Jin is eating an apple very loudly as he walks up being Taehyung.

"Isn't that the girl you're seeing being seduced by Park Chanyeol?"

Taehyung winces at how loud his voice is. "He's not seducing her. She's a fan."

"I bet she is," Jin drawled. "If I were you, I'd go over there before she climbs him like a tree."

Taehyung frowns at him as he walks away.

When he looks back to you, you're looking up at Chanyeol like he hung the moon while he's leaning down to speak to you.

Taehyung feels a knot in his stomach when you blush and turn away at something he says. He wishes he could hear the conversation but it's loud backstage and he's at the far corner.

It isn't as if Taehyung is a total stranger to feeling jealous, but it's been quite a while since he's felt it for a woman, and he hates how his stomach feels tense and his chest feels tight.

He'd only been dating you for a few weeks, after all, and you're absolutely perfect. He's been in love with you since the third date but he's afraid to say anything so soon. He's always been the type to fall hard and fast, and he doesn't want to chase you away.

That is, if you don't run away with someone else, first. He huffs an exhale through his nose when he sees you take Chanyeol's hand to lead over to sit down near the catering table.

He desperately wants to walk over there, but what would he even say that didn't make him look like an idiot? It wasn't that he didn't trust you but he felt uncertain and nervous.

He didn't know if you cared about him the same way he cared for you, it had been too early to have that conversation. He hadn't doubted that you were interested in making this a serious thing until just this moment.

He tried to avoid looking over at you and your EXO bias but kept sneaking glances, and every time you seemed to sitting closer together and it made his heart seize up.

When the night was finally over and he went to his dressing room, you met him in the hall, cheeks flushed, smiling brightly.

He smiled back at you and you threw your arms around him. You smelled vaguely like cologne and he couldn't help his frown as you pulled away.

"Tae, thank you so much for this, I had the best night, I can't believe-"

You stop talking, seeing the frown on his handsome face.

"What's wrong?"

Taehyung shook his head, giving you a weak smile, and went into his dressing room.

You followed, shutting the door behind you.

"I'm really glad you had fun," he says, but he loosens his tie almost aggressively and plops down in a chair, sighing.

You're quiet for a moment, knowing he has more to say and just waiting.

He isn't looking at you. He pulls at his collar again, as if he was feeling suffocated, leaning forward and resting his forearms on his thighs.

"He sure seemed to like you a lot," he says finally, voice low and soft.

You frown. "I mean, I guess. I'm sure he's used to humoring his fans. He's just friendly."

"Very friendly," Taehyung mumbles, pulling at his collar again and sitting upright.

He sees your frown and tries to give you a reassuring smile. "Don't let me ruin your night, Jagi. I'm just feeling a little...jealous, I guess."

Your eyes widen. "You're feeling what? Kim Taehyung why on Earth would you be jealous?"

He huffs a little. "Oh, I don't know, you're all flushed and happy and smelling like his cologne..." He hates how bitter his voice sounds. "I'm sorry. I know I'm being difficult."

You place your hands on his shoulders and he looks up at you.

"Don't apologize. Everyone feels that way sometimes but it's ridiculous because I just...I'm crazy about you, Tae."

His eyes light up. "You are?"

"Very much so. Chanyeol is nice but I'm just a fan. You're the one I love."

You don't realize you've said it until it's already out of your mouth and you flush.

Taehyung's smile is a mile wide and he stands up and pulls you into his arms. He just holds you for a moment before you pull away.

"I didn't mean to tell you like that," you mumble, embarrassed.

"I'm so glad you did," he says, voice low, stroking your cheek. "I was scared you'd run off with Park Chanyeol because I didn't tell you how much I love you yet."

You laugh at him and he gives you a mock frown but his eyes are bright.

"Guess you better tell me every day so I don't, huh?"

"Just try and stop me," he murmurs, and then he leans down to kiss you.

(From then on, whenever you watched the "Monster" MV and squealed over Chanyeol's deep voice, Taehyung would give you a very serious look and almost growl, "I love you," in your ear over and over until it gave you goosebumps)

Jimin

Park Jimin is not angry when you beg for backstage passes at an award show. In fact, he's kind of flattered that you're interested in what goes on behind the scenes.

Then when you squeal when he gives you the passes and exclaim that you can't believe you'll be backstage with Got7, he frowns and crosses his arms.

You roll your eyes at him. "C'mon, Jimin, I just wanna meet Jackson he's so..."

Jimin narrows his eyes at you and you demur.

"He's...fun. He's my bias and I just think it'll be exciting! There will be plenty of time to hang out with you too, Jiminie..."

He lets you croon over him and finally smiles at you because he knows he's being a little dramatic.

He didn't think much of it at the award show because they were performing and he was all energy and focus, but when he went looking for you and found you sitting thigh to thigh with your bias, he felt his face heat up.

A large part of him wanted to go over and introduce himself but he found himself almost hiding, watching you talk and laugh as if you didn't have a boyfriend waiting on you.

Jackson is flirty with all his fans, Jimin had seen you watching compilations if fan interactions, but he was going overboard with you, brushing your hair back from your face as you talked and once, putting his hand on your thigh to get your attention.

Jimin felt like his skin was on fire when you didn't slap his hand away, just blushed and smiled.

It was Namjoon who finally saw him standing in the shadows and watching you, and Jimin jumped when the leader clapped him on the shoulder.

"You wanna go to the dressing room and talk, Jiminie?" Namjoon said softly, and Jimin nodded, hating the frustrated tears that burned at the backs of his eyes.

As you make your way to the dressing rooms to find Jimin, you hear banging coming from Namjoon's room and Namjoon's low voice.

"Jimin you can't overreact, it'll only push her away."

"Well maybe that's what she wants! She doesn't seem to care one way or the other-"

You knock on the door, not liking the strain you hear in Jimin's voice.

Namjoon opens it and when he sees you, sighs deeply. "Thank God. You two kids work it out. I'll go to Hope's room."

He gives you a look as if he feels sorry for you and touches your shoulder. "He's been through half a bottle of my red wine already so be gentle with him, huh?"

He leaves without further explanation and you stand there a moment, confused.

You and Jimin had been dating for almost six months and you knew he could be moody and dramatic, had seen it firsthand, but you really didn't know what you'd done to set him off this time.

You opened the door slowly and closed it behind you, finding Jimin slumped on the couch, collar stretched, head down.

"Hey, Jiminie, what's going on?" You say gently, approaching him carefully.

"Did you get lost on your way to Jackson's dressing room? It's in the other hall, you know."

He takes a big gulp out of the half empty wine glass on the table and when he lifts his head you see his eye makeup is smudged, hair disheveled from running his hands through it.

"Oh...kay..." You say, taking a deep breath and trying not to get angry.

You knew Jimin's jealous streak intimately, but up until now you'd been able to compliment him until he forgot why he was mad. This seemed more... serious.

You sat down on the couch, close to him but not touching.

"Did you have a good night?" He asks, tone bitter, and he still won't look at you.

"Up until now, I did," you say honestly. "I'm grateful you got me these passes."

"I'll bet you are," he grumbles, running his hand through his hair again.

"But," you continue, "I thought you'd come find me so we could spend some time together after the performance. I wanted to tell you how great you looked."

"I did come find you!" He's not shouting but it's a near thing. "You were busy blushing with Jackson Wang's hands all over you."

You take another deep breath because he's being salty and irrational but you can tell he's genuinely upset.

"That is not what happened, but I can tell you're upset, so why don't we just talk about it?"

He twists toward you, knees up, dark eyes flashing.

"Who's upset? I had a great time watching you fawn all over him. I thought you were gonna faint when he put his hand on your thigh." He's looking at you defiantly but you can see his eyes are wet and shining.

You remembered that but only because you knew he didn't mean anything by it but you'd looked around for Jimin at that very moment, knowing he'd flip out over it.

"Jimin, I swear to you that he didn't mean anything by it. He's just like that, he-"

"Did you want him to mean something by it?"

"No! No, of course not! I mean, six months ago I would've loved it, but-"

Jimin hides his face from you, wiping angrily at his eyes.

"But now I only want you, Park Jimin. You know that, right?"

"I thought I did," he mumbles quietly, and you take the opportunity to stand up and take his face in your hands.

"I like Jackson," you say, and he tries to twist his face away but you won't let him, looking into his eyes. "But I love you."

His eyes light up but he twists around to face you and takes your hands to move them from his face.

"I love you too, but I'm still mad at you."

You can't help but laugh as he pulls you down into his lap, huffing an exasperated breath against your neck.

"You're so mean when you're jealous," you chastise, running your fingers through the hair at the nape of his neck.

"I'm sorry," he says miserably, kissing your bare shoulder. "I can't stand seeing anyone else touch you. I'm selfish that way."

"You know I don't want anyone else, dummy," you say fondly, loving the skinship as he slides his hand under your shirt and rubs your lower back.

"You might someday. I'm nothing special. I'm a mess, really."

You pull back and look at him with a soft smile. "You're my favorite mess in all the world and I won't let you forget it."

You kiss his cheekbone, his jawline, his eyelids, all over his face until he breaks a smile that's like sunshine through a raincloud.

(The next time you interact with Jackson Wang, he and Jimin get along great, as long as Jimin is touching you at all times, but when he gets you home that night Jimin pays special attention to your thighs and you wake up the next morning with marks all over them)

Jungkook

Jeon Jungkook has planned the night out to a T when he surprises you with backstage passes to an award show he’ll be performing at.

You’d been friends for a few weeks, and although you’d been surprised when he kissed you unexpectedly after walking you home from having coffee, you had also been delighted.

Since then, though, there had been no forward motion, and you were beginning to think that maybe he wasn’t interested in that way, that the kiss had just been a fluke.

Unbeknownst to you, Jungkook was crazy about you. He’d been talking to his hyungs about surprising you with backstage passes ever since he kissed you, wanting to confess to you somewhere special.

Jungkook barely talked to you on the ride to the show, his hands in his lap, just smiling at you and nodding in the right places when you mentioned you were excited to see him and the other bands perform up close.

So when you got sidetracked during BTS’s performance by Lim Changkyun from Monsta X, you didn’t think anything of it.

The maknae rapper they called I.M had long been your bias, and so his friendly conversation was appreciated, especially since you didn’t know anyone other than the boys backstage.

When he asked how you came across backstage passes just as the boys came off the stage, he raised a pierced eyebrow when you mentioned Jungkook’s name, you blushed.

“It’s not like that. We’re just friends,” you said, not knowing any different.

When Changkyun winked at you and said “Good for me, then,” you went an alarming shade of red.

You caught Jungkook’s eye just then as he was standing awkwardly near the corner of the stage, fidgeting anxiously, and you smiled and waved to him.

He threw up a hand shortly and then booked it, heading toward the dressing room, and you frowned but didn’t follow, thinking maybe he wanted to change.

An hour later, you’re talking with Changkyun at the catering table when Jungkook appears out of nowhere and doesn’t say a word until you look over at him.

He’s working his tongue against his inner cheek, looking mildly annoyed. 

“Hey, Kook! The performance was amazing, I-”

“Can I borrow you for a second?”

Changkyun raised his eyebrow again and winked at you, shrugging.

You heard Jungkook huff out a breath and then he took your arm, tugging you toward the dressing rooms.

He doesn’t speak until you’re standing outside the door and then he lets go of your arm and takes a deep  breath, shaking his hair out of his face.

“Y/n, do you like me?” He asks bluntly, looking into your eyes, and you feel your face flush.

“Of course I like you, Kook,” you say hesitantly, not knowing what he expects from you and not wanting to get your hopes up.

He huffs out another impatient breath. “No, I mean...just...come here.”

He opens the dressing room door and pulls you inside and you stand in shock while he closes the door.

There’s rose petals strewn around the room and candles lit, a bottle of champagne and two glasses on the table.

“Wh-what is this?” You ask, mouth open.

Jungkook is wringing his hands, all nervous energy. “This is dumb, I know.  planned on waiting until the award show was over, Namjoon helped me with the flowers and stuff, but I got worried you’d run off with that guy before I got a chance to tell you-”

He’s babbling but he cuts off when you don’t speak, looking down at you intently.

“So do you like that guy? Because I can back off, I don’t know what I am to you,  I just-”

You cut him off by throwing your arms around him and kissing him, hard.

He makes a surprised sound in his throat and then kisses you back.

When he pulls away, he groans a little. “Thank GOD. I saw him flirting with you and I thought I was going to explode before I could get everything set up.”

You laugh at him a little. “What if I had said no?”

He gives you a slow smirk. “I guess I would’ve just had to convince you,” he murmurs, and kisses you again and again until you need to catch your breath.

(It’s almost unbearably cute how huffy and pouty he gets when he catches you jamming out to the Alligator MV and when you tease him about it he throws you on the couch and kisses you all over until you’re giggling)