#hobi bonding with the crowd...

[xcziel]

bangbang con ......

red bullet bts is so fucking special

[love-bitesx]

HI MIAAA just have... Hobie brainrot... About little details in every day life like 😭😭 him nonchalantly pulling u by the waist so he's on the side of the street facing the road, him towering you in the bus or underground, blocking you from the big mass of bodies or any possible creeps (had my share when bus is too crowded 😭), or giving you the window seat because ita your favorite and that way he can block u from the aisle and protect u like with the street thing 🥹🥹 letting you fall asleep in his shoulder or hugging his arm. Sitting always in the chair facing the door when u go to a cafe or a pub, so he can watch out for any possible threats that could come in and be ready for them, so u can rest assured and enjoy ur time. Letting you play with his rings when you're bored or anxious, holding you tight when you hide a bit behind him if you're too shy when he first introduces you to his friends, his hand giving u a reassuring squeeze. !!! EXCHANGING BATTLE JACKETS <<333333 maybe yours fits him a little shorter but its so cute... Such a bonding act.... Making patches or diy badges for each other's jackets too!!! Painting each other nails and kissing the knuckles for every nail painted 😭❤️❤️ i could go on and on. I LOVE HIM!!!!

VIVI I SCREECHED INTO MY MATTRESS WHEN I READ THIS OH MY LORD ABOVE

i’d like to elaborate, if you don’t mind—

his brain was so wired to protect you that half the things he did weren’t even consciously (cupping his hand around corner of tables or cupboards so you don’t hurt yourself/hit your head, steering you to the other side of the pavement, away from the road, etc.). of course, you knew having spider-man as a boyfriend, you’d be safer than most, but when the mask comes off and it’s just your hobie, dark eyes lidded, watching you through his lashes as he towers you at the packed bus stop, cuffed arm pressed above your head, you knew nothing bad could ever touch you.

something about him mindlessly towering you on the tube just. wow. it’d be packed, rush hour hitting and he swore he could’ve just swung you both to your location, but you refused. swinging made you nauseous, and the tube wasn’t all that bad. if you chose to sit down, his ringed hand would be glued to your thigh, not to be a flirt, but to ease your anxiety, know that you’re safe and that he was there. if it’s too busy, he’d let you play with each steel band, secretly calmed by the sensation.

standing up, however, he’d hold onto the railing on the roof, free hand on your hip to bring you flush against him, grip tightening at every bump and screech of the crooked underground carriages. you know it isn’t his intention to tease you, but the way his body moved around yours at every turn, his cologne and natural scent inescapable with how close he held you, and the incredibly nonchalant intimacy of it all. something about the smirk that sat on his pierced lips, however, made you believe that his intentions aren’t always mindless. anytime you questioned him about it, he’d brush off your accusations, simply saying;

“too many creeps around ‘ere, darlin’. gotta keep you safe.”

he trusts you with every part of him and more, but his trust for other people was non-existent at best. so, at the pub, he always liked to be able to feel you (within reason (or without, actually, he wasn’t fussy)). whether it’s simply your knees pressed together, or you playing with his hands from across the table, arm snaked around your waist or shoulders as you sat next to him. he’d like to keep you away from the door, sandwiched between himself and his mates.

although he insists his intentions are strictly safety-related, he’d be lying through his teeth if he said that the visible rush of blood to your cheeks and falter in your voice as his hand slides across the skin of your thigh under the table, wasn’t an added bonus. the smug prick.

he’d share everything with you, if it’s possible. clothes? yours. no question. jewellery? yours. badges, patches, safety pins with beaded designs? yours within a heartbeat. hell, you even had a collection of guitar picks on your bedroom dresser that he’d been dying to give you after special shows. you had no use for it, but the giddy smile he wore on his face as he kissed it between his lips and offered it to you, who are you to refuse that?

speaking of gifts; if he wasn’t the one and only spider-man (well, of his dimension) then his criminal record would be miles long, purely because of the sheer amount of stuff he steals for you. he’s like a cat. anytime he leaves you for the day, he’ll crawl back through your window with pockets full of tiny trinkets he’d robbed throughout the day. anything he sees that even remotely makes him think of you and he’s slyly sneaking it into his back pocket – and trust me, it’s a lot.

all in all, he’d go to insane lengths to keep you safe, and if he’s able to keep a smile on your face – and a blush on your cheeks – whilst he does it? then he’s a very happy man. loves you more than he could ever say, and hopes these little measures let you know that.

i’m violently in love with this man, i actually need to be sedated

[m00nc4kes]

Call Me?

hobie brown x black! reader

words: 1.4k

rating: gen

summary: You find an old note with a number written on it.

warnings: none :). reader is gender neutral and black (even if its not mentioned)

You held the small piece of paper in your hand as your eyes traced a string of numbers you’d long forgotten about. You had come across the note by a complete stroke of luck, or perhaps misfortune from how your heart had yet to resume beating.

Unpacking boxes in your new apartment had been a long and grueling process that made you determined to not stop and reminisce. Even so, your box of high school memorabilia enticed you, making you grab your boxcutter and glide the blade along the taped edges. Ironically, you had triple-taped the box shut to prevent yourself from getting distracted. Alas, it couldn’t be helped.

You flipped through your old yearbook, taking in faces you hadn’t seen in nearly a decade. You knew that some people in your class never had the chance to have their picture in the book due to missed deadlines or having an inability to sit still and smile at the camera (a vague voice reminded you in the back of your mind). 

You continued to take things out of the box like old assignments, flyers, and notebooks. What you hadn’t expected was a piece of paper to slip out of your previously cherished music notebook. When you picked up the note, your heart hit a wall and you swore you would never recover.

You reread the messy ink that was scrawled onto the paper:

Call me? ;)

(XXX) XXX-XXXX

-Hobie

Hobie.

Flashes of a boy with a lopsided grin entered your mind. You don’t know how you could’ve forgotten about the boy who captured your heart by sliding a simple note to you. Years spent together roaming the same crowded halls, sneaking into concerts, and making music together all started with that note. This note. 

No, you were sure you never completely forgot about him. Your first love would always linger in the bright part of your subconscious. It was just that— life moved on. 

Yet, you held memories of that boy close to your soul as painful as it was to remember them. So in reality, you knew you never forgot about him, you simply avoided thinking about him until it became second nature. Until you couldn’t deny his existence with concrete proof— with the note in your hand. 

You would never forget how you two had bonded through a common love and appreciation for music. He was your first in so many areas and was someone you had commonly thanked the stars for.

Hobie. Hobie Brown.

He made you feel alive after your mother’s sudden death and your father’s sudden emotional reservation. You couldn’t possibly remember being a teenager without remembering Hobie.

Nights spent sneaking on the landline and typing in the number you had known by heart to talk to your boyfriend. Oh, how your father despised catching you twirling your finger along the phone cord in the late hours of the night. He would always say that his child didn’t need to be hanging around some punk teen who had no direction in life. Though, there was nothing he could do. You loved Hobie.

So when your dad suddenly dropped the news that you two would be leaving the city to be with family on the opposite side of the country, you lost your mind. But all your screams and cries and pleads didn’t do anything to stop it. 

Hobie would stay in the city with hopes of making it big, while you would finish your last year of high school in a random town no one’s ever heard of. So, you made the reckless decision to cut your relationship off.

You were seventeen and doomed to believe that your world was ending and you didn’t want to drag Hobie down with you.

You remembered that last day, how could you ever forget? Watching Hobie’s heartbroken face as your dad drove you two away, never to be heard from again.

It was a lifetime ago. You supposed, that was the end of it. An end to a chapter, never to be opened or read again.

Yet, here you were, nearly 8 years later, with this note. With this number.��

Before you could stop yourself, your eyes flicked over to your phone across the room. It was sat on top of a box labeled: bedroom. What were the odds that Hobie kept the same number? He never had a landline and kept his flip phone tucked in his front pocket. What were the odds?

You stared at the paper again then back at your phone. What were the odds? You slowly shifted toward it but stopped yourself. An image of Hobie’s crestfallen expression entered your mind. Guilt threatened to take hold of you but you stopped it with a heavy exhale. 

“What am I doing?” you muttered. You were supposed to be unpacking, not going back down memory lane. It was why you had taped up that godforsaken box in the first place.

You slowly reached for the music notebook and slid the note back into its place, then put the entire thing in the box. With a sudden resolve, you put the box into the closet and shut it behind you.

You walked across the room to your stack of boxes and moved your phone to your bed. You decided to start with the “bedroom” box and peeled off the tape. It came off easily and you tossed it aside, just like how you had tossed aside your dreams of making music with Hobie.

You paused. You could feel your brows furrow at the jab you made at yourself. 

You hadn’t tossed aside any dream, you thought indignantly as you pulled out the items inside the box with a little more force than necessary. You just made reasonable dreams. Like getting a degree to show teenagers how to pursue their love for music.

You grew up and after all this time, you were sure Hobie did too. Who knew where life took him? You surely didn’t know.

You tried to chew on that but you didn’t like the taste. You set your picture frame down and stared at your phone for a long moment. The air stilled and your heart slowly picked up its pace as a thought struck you.

…one call wouldn’t hurt, right?

Your fingers curled around your phone as you tried to will your heart to stop racing. You would only do it once, you told yourself as you found your legs leading you to your closet. Only one time, you reminded yourself when you found the notebook again. You flipped open your phone as you held the note in your hand and typed the number in.

Your thumb hovered over the call button.

“Just once,” you told yourself.

With a solidified resolve, you pressed the button. Your heart made thunder in your chest as the phone began to ring.

And ring.

And ring.

You swallowed down the lump in your throat as the phone continued to ring. When the phone finally clicked, you were prepared to greet the voicemail on the other side.

Instead, you received a deep, “Hello?”

And by god, your heart completely surrendered itself to whatever being lied above. Your mind went haywire as you tried to remember the language that you had spoken your entire life. All you could do was fumble out a: “Hi.” 

You cringed at the random emphasis you put on the two letter word. Perhaps you had said it too loud or said it wrong because it didn’t feel right coming from your nervous tongue.

“Hi,” he said again, mimicking your tone. 

This— this had to be Hobie. Was this Hobie? You should just ask— “Is… is this Hobie? Hobie Brown?”

There was a vague hum on the other side. “Who’s askin’?”

A shaky exhale left your nose as you placed the phone between your ear and your shoulder to wipe your sweaty hands. “This is… um. This is (Y/N).” The silence that came after made you spiral.

Should you give him your last name? What if he didn’t remember you? What if this wasn’t Hobie and you were bothering some random man with the same number—

“(Y/N)?” You couldn’t read his tone. “From secondary?”

You suddenly felt emboldened as you remembered an age-old debate. “From high school. Yes, that’s me.” 

“High school?” he echoed to himself. Then a loud cackle burst through your speaker. “Oh my days?! (Y/N)? That is you— with your random ways of sayin’ things.” 

For once, your heart didn’t betray you and you could finally breathe. You couldn’t stop the smile that split across your face. Life moved on, but you swore you were a teenager again, twirling that cord around your finger.

“You got a lot of nerve calling me random, Hobart.”

The laughter you two shared would echo long into the dark hours of the night.

hi hi hiiiiii

hope you enjoyed ;)) i literally wrote this at work omg

[dimensionzero]

so anyway if y'all've got an insatiable craving after atsv, here's some spiderverse fics that deserve some love!

gotta start with Spiders' Night Out! by Chaos_and_Sparkles, my favourite of the rapidly forming pavitr-and-hobie-rob-the-british-museum genre --- in this one, their master plan drags the Spot along for the ride and it's great

courage (never forgotten) by stars_and_scars1 is an interesting character study on miles during atsv. I'm very intrigued by the writing style. it might go well with Look at me, falling fast by umwelt, gwen's POV of her visit with miles, which manages to be extremely funny and kind of heartbreaking at the same time.

speaking of gwen, State of Grace by Fichistory is gwen's POV of itsv, and I love her and miles in this one, I will be imagining it as her inner monologue every time I rewatch itsv after this. I'm also obsessed with how 14Passionz describes earth-65's mood-ring watercolour style throughout ink pallette, a great fic to cry about over gwen and her dad. and rounding out my gwen recs is the mark of a true spider-man by joshriku, in which gwen crowd-sources the meaning of being spider-man and has a conversation with peter b about, y'know. the elephant in the room.

if you're in the mood for a laugh, please read restorative justice by Nanashi07, the one where miles decides to rehabilitate miguel using restorative justice techniques while gwen and hobie heckle them and peter b cackles from the sidelines. for a slightly angstier post-atsv fic, there's also i only see you in the city light by yukla, in which miles has struggles and hobie is a bro. and you can find yet more post-atsv fics with the run run fast as you can series by Quillium (speaking of Quillium, they've also got equifinality, in which prowler!miles gets forcibly befriended by spider-man. while trying to murder him. it's complicated.); my favourite of the series has to be pavitr prabhakar and being spider-man, a character study that addresses how pav must feel over his friends knowing about canon events and not telling him in a way that feels very true to his character.

speaking of pavitr, Chaos_and_Sparkles is also writing a character study/speculative backstory for him in One Must Imagine Sisyphus Happy, which starts off very sweet and funny and halfway through takes a deep dive into angst. if you want sweet and funny all the way through, try na dekhi koi aisi girl by whatcaniwriteinthis, a pavitr/gayatri meet-cute. Who wants to punch a fascist? by I_have_hella_nice_abbs is a different kind of sweet and funny with noir and hobie bonding, three guesses how--- I like noir's internal monologue in this one a lot. and speaking of hobie, my favourite fic centred around him has to be Teenage Anarchist by gender_bender08, a character study that runs from his recruitment into spider-society to his exit-stage-center from atsv. it does both hobie and his relationships really really well.

and lastly, this is technically an older one but I can't make a spiderverse fic rec and not recommend Spider-Man Is Dead (Long Live Spider-Man) by aetataureate, it's a series of character studies on ripeter, gwen, peter b, and miles during itsv and it's insane how few hits it has for being some of my favourite pieces of writing in anything ever. anyway that's all for now, have fun y'all

[the-cat-and-the-birdie]

UMMM UM I'M SORRY TO DO THIS BUT UHH

HOBIE x SPIRITUAL!OC

HOBIE X BLACK!OC THAT'S LIKE ERYKAH BADU

Do you see it do you see it

Like an incense-burning super-calm natured, grounded, centered black sista

They both have natural hair she compliments him on all the time. In fact, it was one of the first things she said to him - and it stuck with Hobie. Hardly anyone compliments his hair - that like that.

To others, his hair 'interesting' or at most 'stylish'. But he's never had someone call his hair beautiful, or healthy, or inspiring.

She's like 'brotha you need to put me onto what you're on' because seeing Hobie with hair so free and thriving in the world is something so rare and valuable

And her saying that sticks with him so much.

She talks JUST as cryptically as he does.

Most of the things she says are almost phrased like poems. Always dropping little nuggets of knowledge about spirit and racism and balance

Lots of time she'll make references to poems, of quote lines of books from black female writers like Maya Angelou.

She sees him after a long day, telling him 'Look at you, giving a caged bird a reason to sing'

Their conversations sound confusing as FUCK. Hobie and her are always talking in metaphors and making jokes referencing leftist thinkers

They're very into black love.

They bond over literature written by black anti-apartheid thinkers in South Africa, she teaches him how to celebrate Kwanzaa - after Hobie spent years ignoring the holidays (bad memories)

She probably plays the guitar or the bass, but her music is the opposite of his. Hers is the 'smoke sesh' type of slow lofi. Full of hypnotic soothing cards and whisper vocals. Just a politically charged, just as socially concious

She's a lot more spiritual than him, and it's something he has to get used to.

It takes him a bit.

She's ALWAYS burning incense. She'll tuck one behind her air and forget about it, she only wears Earth and jewel tones.

Her house is stacked high with nonfiction books, and she's the only one who can make his cup of tea better than he can - she even got him into green tea. Now he knows what oolong is. What the hell

Sure she makes him take off his boats EVERYTIME he comes over - and was horrified the first time he just walked up in her place with them on - he's still over there all the time.

It's one place he knows he can find calm, or feel safe.

To be honest, she's probably not into his music too much.

She's not into the big crowds and big speakers and drinking at the venues.

She loves hearing HIM play. She doesn't need the bright lights or vocalists or drummers or any of it at all-

Instead she'll just sit on the floor of his boathouse, barefoot and criss cross as she watches him strum away.

And she ADORES when he plays accoustic - something he'll do exclusively for her

The DYNAMIC THE DYNAMIC OKAY

She's not a Spider person. She's a helper in this world too, but she'd rather be a healer than a hero.

It's how she keeps her peace. She's a lot more quiet and soft-spoken than him, but not because she's shy. She's just chilling. Fully committed to never letting no one stress her over NOTHING

Half the time Hobie will be joking or messing or playfully teasing her and she'll be like 'Boy, stop stressing me out.'

And when he's pushed to the edge, full of anger and bitterness and resent at the world, at what they're forced to, by the responsibility he carriers - she's always there to rub circles into his shoulders, putting a record on the player as she fixes them some tea.

He doesn't believe in all that mystic shit, not that much.

The first time he went to her place he raised an eyebrow, asking about her supposed 'rock collection'.

'Those are crystals.'

She explains what they are, and why she keeps them. How she uses them in her spiritual work. He thinks it's a load of bullocks.

Does he actually think this hunk of clear rock is going to 'purify' anything in a world like theirs? NO.

He won't say it, but she can read his vibes like a book.

But she explains that - regardless of all that - most of her crystals were taken from the motherland. And that she's happy having them, it's a way to reclaim a bit of the land they all were taken from.

When he asks what the hell is motherland is she's like

'Africa, Hobie.'

They have some interesting conversations. They were the world VERY VERY differently, but they always see eye-to-eye eventually.

He may not believe in it, but he believes in her.

And when he's at the end of his rope, coming to get place beat to hell and back - and she puts on that incense, the sound of her music hypnotic and sedative - he can't help but feel like he's lost in that world with her.

Hobie believes in anarchy, in all things. He'd love to think that the universe has it all figured out, that everything is in perfect balance as is - but he's not buying it.

And yet sometimes she seems so sure, and so grounded, that he can't help but fall back on her. And she's okay with it, that's what she's there for.

She's happy to exist in silence with him, quietly teaching him the difference between Frankincense and Myrrh incense, the historical uses and how to tell the difference.

She gives him small gifts if things she's made - Florida Water (the spiritual cologne not literal Florida water 😭) for him to use as protection, a cowrie shell bracelet, herbal tea blends made by hand.

She sews up holes in his vest or suit, humming quietly as he lays on the floor, soul food cooking on the stove

DO YOU FEEL THE VIBES DO YOU DO YOU

He's fire and brimstone and loud guitar solos. She's wind and earth, and meditation sessions. She's not a pacifist and she doesn't judge

Despite being two very different people, who approach life in two very different ways, they still find themselves on the same path of wanting to help people

HOBIE AND A SPIRITUAL SISTA. HOBIE AND A BLACK!HIPPIE!READER. PLEASE. I BEG OF YOU.

LET HOBIE FIND PEACE

[purpleyoonn]

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P E T R I C H O R

Petrichor /ˈpeˌtrīkôr/  (noun)

“a pleasant smell that frequently accompanies the first rain after a long period of warm, dry weather.”

Summary: You had been working at Bangtan Corporation for almost two years now, and not once have you ever laid eyes on your bosses. That was, until you met them when out with some of your coworkers. Now, you almost wish you hadn’t. Almost.

Pairing: CEO BTS x Chubby MC

Genre: werewolf au, ceo au, soulmate, polyamory relationship, angst, fluff, omegaverse, a/b/o dynamics

Warnings: smut, violence, mentions of knotting, heats, ruts, workplace discrimination, fat phobia, sexism, insecurities,

Some warnings may be added to the beginning of individual chapters.

Will be updated every other Saturday at 5pm PST

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COMING SATURDAY, DECEMBER 3RD: 5PM PST

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Jimin didn’t go all out for your outfit, knowing you preferred comfort over fashion, despite Hoseok’s protests. He picked out a pair of soft leggings and one of Namjoon’s sweatshirts, knowing it was going to be cold, but also that you might need the scent of their pack alpha for support and comfort today.

The pack all knew about how you got anxious around new people and crowds, and made sure that Namjoon scented the sweatshirt before giving it to you, and that they all scented you before you left. 

In fact, right when Jiwoo walked through the front door, she opened it up to see Jin and Hobi scenting you, their chins and lips rubbing across your neck and shoulders.

“Alright now guys, I’m not gonna like, take her to a strip club or anything. There is no need to slick your saliva all over your sweet mate.” You freeze in your spot and Hobi just laughs into the crook of your neck. His sister never held back, especially towards him and his pack.

“We are just going shopping today. Girl’s day!” Jiwoo places her bag on the couch as she brings you into a hug, her nose scrunching up a little at the scent coated against your skin from your mates.

“You must be Y/n! I am Jiwoo, this little guy’s older sister.” Jiwoo pulled back from hugging you, one arm pulling Hoseok into her arms as she rubbed her fist into the top of his head causing you to laugh a little at the scene.

“Oh, you think that’s funny, little mate?” Hobi glared playfully in your direction, seeing the grin on your cheeks growing.

“Of course she does! What omega doesn’t love seeing their alpha being teased by their omega older sister!” Jiwoo laughed before letting go of Hoseok.

“Alright now. C’mon! I’ve got lots of plans for bonding today!” Jiwoo took your hand in hers before grabbing her bag and beginning to walk you to the front door before turning around. 

“Don’t worry little brother, I’ll make sure she uses your card and that she gets plenty of nesting materials!”

[jiminiesfavouritecolourisblue]

Bleeding butterflies - OT7 vampire au

Next

This was supposed to be written one way but then it became softer than what I originally planned.... oh well. Fluff and angst below

“Sweetheart don’t stray too far,” Hobi mumbles into your hair as you pull away from him to find a bathroom.

A hand grabs yours as you stand, “shall we come with you?” There’s a serious expression on Yoongi’s face filled with concern that makes you roll your eyes with a smile.

“I’ll be fine Yoongi,” you reassure him but he doesn’t look convinced.

“You know what to do if you need us sweetheart,” Jin says.

“Yell for you, I know,” you say. “Guys I’m just going to the bathroom, stop over worrying.”

Yoongi kisses the hand he holds and lets it go, “It’s you precious, we can’t help but worry.”

You shake your head at their concern but smile, love spreading across your chest at the yearning gazes on you. You hated they thought you were so fragile but in their world you couldn’t deny that you were compared to them.

The lights are dim in the club, you were all out tonight because Jimin wanted to drink and dance for his birthday. It was 11pm and you wanted to be in bed, but watching Taehyung and Jimin on the dance floor amongst other bodies, enjoying themselves, made the loss of sleep worth it.

Jimin spotted you, gazes finding each other as if spotlights were on you both, the blood bond worked like that sometimes. He smirks, tongue gliding over his lips without breaking eye contact as he moves his body with lust, no one could move their hips like Jimin and he knew it.

You ignore the blush building in your cheeks at his stare and look away, walking towards the back of the building where the bathrooms are located. There are swarms of bodies around you, Friday night proved to be the busiest, slurs of sounds surrounded you but you couldn’t make out a single word, a thousand scents invaded your senses. You couldn’t understand how they could always find you no matter how chaotic the background, your beating heart was the only sound they bothered to tune into, they were addicted to the way you smell, so sweet like the blood in your veins, mouthwatering, tempting, a fruit they would never allow to be forbidden from taste.

“Just a bite,” the words you’ve heard so many times from 7 men was now uttered by a foreign voice that stood out amongst the crowd. You spot it’s owner hunched by the entrance of the restroom, clutching his throat in pain as his red eyes begged you for blood.

“I’m so hungry please,” his voice is hoarse as he speaks and you can see the amount of pain he’s in. Against your better judgement you approached him in worry. “I could smell you from a mile away, I’m dying I haven’t fed in so long.”

The boys had explained it to you before, your blood was different, it was a gift for supernatural beings, a beacon of life in a very bleak world.

“Just a drop,” he begins to cry, shaking violently as he succumbs to the pain he’s under. “I want to live.”

Immortality came with a price, there was balance of life in the universe, to live you must take the essence of life away, maintain the scales of energy. Thus the cost, blood was used in all supernatural practices to remain young and alive; witches in their brews, werewolves in their sacrifices to the moon, for vampires, blood was the fountain of youth.

You knew this dishevelled man could not help but seek you out, of course he knew who you were, you were claimed by the princes of his world and still out of desperation he risked a torturous death to live. You understood why, he was going to die either way, he had nothing left to lose.

“I don’t want to kill anyone, please just a drop,” he reaches out to you but does not touch you without your consent, you can feel the anguish overcoming his senses, the instinct to survive and yet he was holding back from tearing you alive. It reminded you too much of the first time you allowed Jungkook to drink from you, back when you hated the 7 men, when you refused to bow to the rules of their world, and the resemblance makes you weak.

There came the dilemma, if he drank from another human his venom would turn them into a vampire, or he’d drink them dry. You were immune to their venom, every immortal kind knew of you, you were called different things in each clan’s prophecies but the general gist was the same. The blood moon, the blood candle, the blood fruit, the blood stone, the many names that you learnt of when you met the bangtan coven, and tried to run.

So many names for a mere human being, but the blood your heart held was blessed, no clan or coven knew how, the stories were inconclusive but the fact remained, a drop of your blood was equal to buckets of blood from a thousand lives, a drop of your blood could cure any illness that plagued the supernaturals, increase strength and abilities tenfold, there were no limits and no one knew the extent of what it could do.

Bangtan found you first, and when all was revealed you thought they wanted you for themselves, but it took time to realise their intentions in capturing you was to protect you from the other covens who would treat you like a blood mule, constantly milking your blood for their own gain. They wanted to give you a choice, there was a war over who got to control you and bangtan won you over and won the battle to your relief.

To prove themselves to you they didn’t touch an ounce of your blood, refused to drink even when you were temptation in a glass, it was only when they were on deaths door you begged them to give in and they let themselves. You remembered the pain they were in so vividly, you could see it reflected in this man’s eyes and it made you nod without realising. You would never refuse them, you couldn’t refuse this man, his doe eyes reminded you too much of the youngest of the princes.

His hands grab your arm, pulling you close, “forgive me please.”

You focus on the darkness as you closed your eyes, the deep beat of the music that resonated in your veins with your heart rate that increased as you felt his breath on your neck. It felt so wrong to have anyone else touch you like this, panic and discomfort made themselves home in your limbs not that this stranger cared or could tell. You try not to think about the reaction of the boys when they find out, how angry they were going to be.

You wonder why he hasn’t taken a bite yet, why he’s torturing you both with this pause. You open you eyes and meet red eyes filled with fury and you both are frozen in fear.

“Step away from her,” the growl in Namjoon’s voice made you shudder in terror. The grip on you didn’t relent despite the command. Jungkook stands ready to attack at any given second, breathing heavily as he holds himself back.

“Sire, I can explain,” the hoarse voice next to you begs.

“Let her go. Now.” Jungkook’s ferocity is seen like a fire on his face, your usual soft prince could tear someone’s head off without blinking and his eyes did not leave the pair of you.

“Joon,” you try to plead but you don’t know what to say.

“Don’t say a word,” he warns, glare turned directly to you rather than the scene in front of him, and it makes you cower where you stand.

“You’ll kill me if I let her go,” the grip on you tightens, as he gets closer to you so that if they made a move against him he could compensate by hurting you.

“You’re dead either way, but if you hurt her I’ll make it painful,” Jungkook promises with a dangerous dark look in his eyes.

“Don’t let me go,” you say to him, defying the men in front of you who’s eyebrows raise with surprise and they do not look impressed. “Not until they promise me they won’t hurt you...”

Namjoon bites his cheeks in anger as his nose flares and jaw clenches. Jungkook looks like a bull ready to charge.

“Butterfly?” Jimin joins you from the crowd with a solemn expression. You could see the doubt in their eyes for a moment that your heart was somewhere else.

“He’s hungry and dying, he just needs a drop,” you try and reason but it makes Jimin look at you in displeasure.

“Absolutely not,” Taehyung’s low growl makes its arrival with the others and the crowd begins to notice the gathering despite the low lights and loud bass.

“Your people are suffocating and dying because of the restrictions you’ve placed,” the previous desperation turns into guttural anger. “You’ve forbidden us from drinking from humans, the blood banks are running dry and yet you hoard the blood fruit selfishly without sparing us a drop.”

His hand travels to your throat and you suck a breath in before he presses. The pressure is harsh, not enough to break your wind pipe but enough to stop air flowing. Namjoon holds Jungkook back as he takes a step towards you both. Yoongi has his hands on Jimin and Taehyung as they move forward in panic.

“If you won’t share why should you have her?” He goads them with a death wish, you can feel the room begin to spin, the men you loved begin to fade. “If you won’t use her blood for our gain then what’s the point of her? Why did we fight in a war and lose our loved ones and lives for this?”

He squeezes harder with each word and you can the drumming of your heart beat in your ears as you struggle against him.

“I lost the love of my life because of you,” he says and the world turns black.

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It hurts, your throat is dry and on fire, your limbs are heavy. The world is still dark before you realise your eyes are still closed against the light. There’s a pounding in your head as you regain awareness, asking yourself what happened, forgetting what occurred.

“Sweetheart,” it’s Jin’s voice that rouses you to rise to the surface of consciousness and break through. You open your eyes to the sight of him pressing his lips against your hand as he held it. “I told you to yell,” he scolds softly.

You try to speak but it burns causing you to wince and his lips are firmer against your hand at the sound.

“Don’t try and speak Angel,” Taehyung leans against the door frame solemnly, he doesn’t take his eyes off the bruise on your neck.

You wanted to ask how much trouble you’re in, you look at Jin pathetically and he can read your thoughts, call it the blood bond.

“Don’t worry about it now, just rest my love,” one hand still holds onto yours as the other strokes your hair back as comfortingly as he can. Your eyes go to meet the younger prince and you wonder why he’s so far away. The pain in your body is minimal compared to the ache in your chest when he looks away from you and leaves.

You whimper as he takes his steps and Jin is the one hushing you. He kisses the tears that are escaping from your eyes to the pillow. You want to ask him where the others are, you want to know if they’ll forgive you.

“It’ll be alright my love,” he tries to reassure you. “We thought we lost you, they just need time.”

It’s hard to catch your breath through the pain and tears. You notice the IV drip in your other arm, how long were you out for? How did they get you out of that man’s clutches? How angry were they at you?

You let go of Jin’s hand to clutch onto his shirt with all your strength and pull him closer. You beg him with your eyes to not leave. He sighs before lying down properly next to you, trying his best to soothe the ache away, but he knew you wouldn’t rest until you saw the others. He hates playing dirty with you, he knows he’s not allowed to do this against your wishes but he could hear the gears turning in your head and smell the anxiety you were building in yourself. You’ll forgive him eventually.

He grabs your chin to make sure your eyes are level with his, “relax,” he commands and through compulsion he can feel it take effect. “Sleep.”

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You’re alone when you come round the second time, the room’s dark, the light from the full moon illuminates enough of your surroundings through the glass wall.

“J-oon?” Your voice comes out broken and croaked, the single word uttered felt like your throat was being crushed again, but you didn’t want to be alone. “Na-amjoon?”

You try not to sob but you can’t help it, the anxiety was back tenfold and you needed one of them here with you. You called the head of the Royal house of Bangtan because the others would follow. He would be the only one who could reassure you it would be okay, he was the decision maker, he was the one to lead them. Nothing the others could say would calm you until you spoke to Namjoon.

He moves too fast for you to see when he enters, but you feel the gust of movement before he takes a seat on the edge of the bed next to you. His gaze is stoic as he looks down at your figure. You can’t help but latch onto his hand to keep him close to you.

“I’m sorry,” you’ve nearly lost your voice with how hard it is to get sound out, but he hears you fine.

He sighs as he looks away but doesn’t remove his hand from your hold, instead he holds it so he can rub his thumb in circles on the back of yours. He looks up at the moon and doesn’t say a word.

You don’t know how much time passes but you both don’t make a sound, you know this silence means he’s still processing whatever emotions the altercation caused but when he heard your call for him he couldn’t ignore it. You pulled at his dead heart, you caused it to feel the ghost of beating, it was yours, he couldn’t deny you. It felt like dying all over again when they heard your windpipe breaking, when your eyes glossed over as if life escaped them and your body was an empty shell where your soul had left. That moment he’d never forget, it replayed in his mind a thousand times, torturing him with what if it was too late, what if they didn’t save you? He tries to remind himself they did get to you in time, but then he wonders, what if next time he’s not so lucky? Thus the distance hes created between you both, the others following suit. You’re so fragile, maybe if they kept you at arms length it wouldn’t hurt so much but it was too late for that, you were theirs.

“Joon,” his jaw clenches at how weak you sound, looking down at his lap as his thumb stops its soothing on your skin. You think he’s about to cry when he finally looks at you.

“Light of my life,” his low voice rumbles. “That was the most idiotic thing you’ve ever done.”

You flinch at his words, at his tone, at the glistening of his eyes in the moonlight.

“We nearly lost you Y/n,” he sucks in a breath harshly, his body starting to shake from fury and despair. Namjoon doesn’t cry, this is the closest you’ve seen him to it. “Why did you do something so stupid?”

“He was desperate,” you manage to croak out, the strangers words coming back to you like a bad dream.

Namjoon scoffs at you, “you’re too good my love, so good it’ll get you killed one day.”

The look he gives you is one of great weight, you understand it, you do. If the shoe was on the other foot you know you’d react the same, but it wasn’t. This was your blood, your life, and you’d make human naive mistakes through out it, but this wasn’t one of them, not in your mind.

“He was right Joonie,” the stern look he gives you intensifies as you speak. “Your people are suffering, and they’d only need a dr-”

“Y/n stop talking,” he removes his hand from yours and stands, not wanting to hear it.

“But why?” The pain in your throat increases with each word but you don’t relent. “They fought for us Joon, because we fell in love, and we’re repaying them by starving them.”

“No.” Hes adamant, but so are you. For now you let it drop and ask something else that plagued your thoughts.

“Did you kill him?”

He could see the pleading in your eyes, and you prayed they hadn’t even though you know there was no possible way he could be alive. His death was on you, whether directly or not, he was in that state because of you.

“It wasn’t your fault, he knew what he was getting into,” he tried to reassure you, but you kept quiet. There was no point in arguing with him, you already accepted the truth.

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“Butterfly please,” Jimin whined exasperated as you turned your face away from him and the spoonful of soup stubbornly. “Just have a little.”

He was on his last tether with your attitude, and you knew you were seconds away from his more stricter side coming through. You could be the biggest brat when you wanted to but Jimin was an excellent brat tamer. Today you’d win, you cemented yourself to your knees, you were not budging no matter what.

“Why aren’t you eating precious?” Yoongi sat on your other side, while Hobi sat on the foot of the bed so one of them would be in your eye line. You couldn’t possibly deny all of them.

You crossed your arms childishly, “tell Namjoon to agree first and then I’ll eat.”

“Sweetheart,” Hobi sighs as he buries his face in his hands, trying to be patient. “We can’t tell him to agree if we don’t either.”

“It’s my blood,” you say stubbornly.

“It’s our kingdom,” Jimin bites back, the glare in his gaze growing. “Eat the damn soup or I’ll feed it to you through a tube.”

His stern expression was serious about his threat, by hook or by crook you were having that soup. He could be stubborn too.

“But it’s safer to use my blood,” you try to reason. “There’ll be less human and vampire deaths due to hunger or desperation, there’ll be no need for the blood banks or at least less demand.”

“No,” Jimin repeats his leaders words in the same tone, there’s no room for argument, it would fall onto deaf ears.

“But why?” He can hear the oncoming storm of tears in your voice as your tried to hold it together through your frustration.

“For us precious, the blood bond is like a wedding ring, we’re in it for life and life is forever,” Yoongi tries to explain.

“I don’t understand,” Jimin shoved the spoonful of soup into your mouth as you finish talking, a victorious smirk on his face as you swallow but give him evil eyes.

“You don’t cheat on your husband because someone else doesn’t have a wife,” Hobi deadpans. “We know it’s not fair but sweetheart you don’t have to worry we’ve got this under control.”

“But he was starving Hobi,” you argued back. “He didn’t have to die because of something so stupid as a blood claim!”

“Precious stop your throats going to get worse,” Yoongi turns your face to his with both hands caressing your cheeks. “Precious do you have any idea how many supernatural beings want to steal you away from us, some are our own kind, we don’t know who to trust and we refuse to trust anyone when it comes to you. What if you form a blood bond with someone else? What if they use that to their advantage?”

“Stop being so naive Y/n,” Jimin cuts in. “He had an agenda, whether he was dying or not, he didn’t innocently follow your scent because he was starving.”

“Sweetheart, we’ve never let the blood banks run dry, there is more than enough supply we’ve made sure of it,” Hobi chimes in.

“But he sai-”

“He was lying butterfly,” Jimin looks at you through dark eyes. “That’s why we killed him.”

“Fine,” you sniffle, blinking fast to stop your eyes watering. Jimin frowns, he couldn’t understand why this made you so upset. Yoongi tuts at how you bottom lip is trembling as you look down at your lap, he kisses your hair, lingering there as close as he can, inhaling your scent that smells like petrichor when you’re sad.

“Sweetheart, you understand why we had to, don’t you?” Hobi says carefully, knowing your tears were on the edge of falling down your cheeks.

“He said he lost his love because of us,” you sobbed, Jimin puts down the bowl of soup to hold you as you cried. “And I just think if I lost any of you how broken I would be, and we caused that pain in him.”

“That doesn’t make his actions right butterfly,” Jimin rests his head on your shoulder, trying to soothe the guilt away. “He tried to get his revenge by wanting to take you from us, if the roles were reversed what would you do?”

You thought about it, imagined any one of them in danger like you were.

“I’d kill them...” you admit. “But how many people lost their lives and loves because of us Minnie?”

Jimin sighs at how vulnerable you sound, how distraught that other people suffered because of love. He raises his head off your shoulder to make sure you could see how sincere he was when he said,

“We don’t care, if it’s a question of you or them, we’ll always choose you.”

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You haven’t seen Taehyung and Jungkook for a week, you roamed the estate hoping to run into them but to no avail. They were avoiding you and it broke your heart, the others noticed but asked you to give it time. They were in a dark place in their minds, the shock of what happened sinking in so far that they couldn’t comprehend you were okay. Plus they were still angry, at all of it, you being reckless, the man getting so close to you when they were around, how close they were to losing you.

You found out they were the ones to save you, Taehyung unlocked the ability to slow down time when he tasted your blood, Jungkook could do the opposite with himself, he was the fastest of them all. The others didn’t tell you how distraught they were when they held your dying body in their arms. How they could still hear the echos of Taehyung screaming your name as he cried, the sound would haunt them for a lifetime. Jungkook had gone into a state of catatonic shock, he had barely spoken to any of them or left his room unless to escape when he heard you coming.

A week turns into a month, and you tried to hide the tears that came with missing them from the others, but they could smell it. You felt awful that you were neglecting the rest of them with your state of sadness but without them all it felt incomplete.

The 5 remaining princes decided to test the waters by leaving the three of you alone in the estate, something about checking the blood banks and clan numbers as an excuse. They’d been gone an hour and still nothing, not a pin drop could be heard in the house. You sigh deeply, wondering how long in your short life you were going to have to wait before they spoke to you again. You didn’t let yourself think of the possibility that they may decide never.

A dark cloud starting looming over your head, despite the openness of the mansion you were beginning to feel suffocated. Maybe you should just go for a walk, clear your head, call an old friend see if they wanted to meet for coffee. Anything to get you away from your thoughts.

The sound of the hanger banging against the wall of the walk in wardrobe was harsh against the quiet when you removed your coat from it. You wonder if you should call out into the void of silence and let them know you were going out, but decide against it at how silly it would feel. All that could be heard was the loud click of the bolts as you unlocked the front door. The creak as you opened it. The slam as a hand forced it shut.

You could feel the body behind you, the silence finally being filled by heavy angry breathing. You look at the hand that’s still firmly placed on the door, refusing to budge. Jungkook didn’t want to see you, he spent the last month pretending you didn’t exist and everything was fine, but the fear you awoke in him when he heard the unlocking of the door broke his reverie. There you stood in front of him like nothing happened, he could pretend it was a bad dream but the nightmares he had behind closed eyes in the wake of consciousness never left.

He starts shaking, the despair and anger overtaking him and the sound of his cries shatters your heart. He closes his eyes to tries and control himself, he finally lets go of the door when he feels you wrap your arms around him and smother your head against his chest. He doesn’t allow himself to open his eyes, terrified this is the dream and the reality was you were dead. He’s missed you, the empty cavity of his chest finally filling with you against him. He lets himself feel you, arms coming to hold you tight as he wails, he doesn’t think he can let go, he doesn’t ever want to.

You don’t need him to say anything, you don’t want him to.

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“Taehyung you have to speak to her,” Namjoon scolds the second youngest of their coven. “You’re hurting her and yourself.”

The defiant prince sits stoically ignoring his Hyung, he already knows this.

“Tae, she’s okay, if you’re upset or angry with her, it won’t be fixed unless you talk to her,” Namjoon sighs at the end of his lecture.

“I can’t get the bruises on her skin out of my head,” he replies gravely. “Our venom won’t turn her, she’s going to die one day, and there’s nothing we can do about it.”

Namjoon thinks in all his years undead, Taehyung has never looked more soulless.

“There’s no hope, I’ve spent the last month experimenting on humans with my gift, seeing if I could slow down metabolic time, but they die, each and every one of them. We’ve got seconds of our existence with her left.”

It was like watching a corpse talk, dead behind the eyes, all hope gone, not even misery had a place in Taehyung mind, just cruel reality.

“She feels incomplete without you,” Namjoon tries to reach into his younger brothers soul and ignite it back to life. “Shes got decades left if we’re lucky, do you really want her to spend it without you? Do you want her to die and then realise you can’t spend another moment with her, regretting all the years you could have...”

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Namjoon holds your hand the entire walk to Taehyung’s room, the others are lingering with their ears tuned in with anticipation and worry. You couldn’t calm your thumping heart if your tried, it wanted to run towards him despite the anxiety and fear.

You’re met with the shell of the man who’s aura was brighter than the sun. He sits in his bed and doesn’t acknowledge you’ve walked through the door.

“Tae?” You whisper. He shuts his eyes at the sound like it was torture, he wonders if you’ll haunt him like this when you’re dead. He doesn’t breathe, he doesn’t want the consequences of your smell, he knows it’ll hit him like a truck. He’s been so careful to wean himself off you, he doesn’t want to fall back in.

“Tae bear?” You try again and it’s as if someone’s stabbed him in the chest.

You climb onto the bed, onto his lap as you straddle him, the urge to just be close to him and hold him overtaking you. Like a reflex his body has long forgotten he takes a breath, the scent of sweetness and sadness concocting together making his head spin, his arms go around your waist, his palms rest on your back as he finally looks up at you. The bruises are gone, no trace of them is left. He could never forget how beautiful you are, the most beautiful wonder hes ever come across in all his centuries ‘alive’.

His Angel, come to save him from his grey existence. You both hold each other as if you’re not close enough. For now he would forget death, for now he wanted to be happy, and with you in his arms, he knew he could be.

I’ll find a way, he thinks to himself, he’d fight the universe before he let you go. For now, let me be with her.

[xjoonchildx]

thank you armys for showing out for hobi.

highest ticket sales in lollapalooza’s history, the sea of army bombs, the EXTREMELY LOUD singing (even armys who have been to numerous music festivals keep saying they’ve never heard audience singing along that loud for any other artists), chanting his name numerous times…

thank you so much. thank you for proving to the whole world and naysayers that BTS are powerful both as a group AND as individuals. that BTS and armys have a true BOND.

anon — he walked out to a crowd of THOUSANDS who’d waited HOURS for him. the energy in that place was unmatchable. i can’t imagine what went through his head when he saw all the people there for him.

they were flying drones over the crowd and taking video for the big screen and i feel like it STILL doesn’t capture how hard ARMY turned out to support this man. i can’t even describe it.

one of my co-workers happened to be at lolla because she saw a bunch of different artists but she came out to see his set and she was blown away. his power! rapping and singing in korean and she was still picking up what he was putting down.

i’m never going to be over this experience and he deserves ALL of the accolades rolling in today 💕

https://twitter.com/lsgrlr/status/1554164048220012544?s=21&t=Clu2riORoNlsPrd90U8lBw

[stormblessed95]

https://twitter.com/i/status/1439269692217122823

This video, where jin is going back to get jm

Jm have said while traveling he chose jk coz jk looks like he'll protect him.

But I haven't seen it hik doing where jm needs it.

Maybe one time when jm held his hands in 2019.

Maybe that just means you haven't been paying enough attention then.

And I could find you clips of all 6 other members protecting Jimin at airports. Someone is always making sure they are by him. I love that it was Jin this time, it was so cute. Hobi also seemed be near him a lot. I'm so glad that Jimin has that support, especially because he seems to always get mobbed the worst by fans who want to be near him.

I could find you even more photos and videos of JK protecting Jimin at airports or at crowds or during fansigns or at other events... but I'm at my image limit and stuck to just airport photos for now. Honestly this just sounds like you trying to sow doubt on their bond, regardless of whatever you think it is. And not only are you just plain wrong, that's kinda a crappy thing to do. Thank you, next.

[thoughts-on-bangtan]

Let’s talk: Maknae line and Hobi @ Harry Style’s LA concert (211119)

Things I didn’t expect to come online to: THIS?!

To be fair I did hear and see people make jokes about how “what if Harry brings out JK to sing Fallin’ together on stage?” or “what if JK goes to see Harry since he covered his song” and yet never did I actually think that he along with Jimin, Tae and Hobi would actually go. But I am so overjoyed for them that they did.

Judging by all the videos, including the one Hobi recored and posted on their twt, they had a fantastic time, Tae dancing and being charming, vmin vibing next to each other and giving club vibes, Jimin watching Tae dance cutely, Tae and JK dancing and jumping around together and Tae seemingly offering to share his drink with JK, Hobi looking like he’s just having the time of his life. 

(thank you sweetscapri for making gifs out of these moments!)

Oh, and if that weren’t enough just yet the four of them also met fellow vminnie Lizzo who was so happy, danced next to them, and even gave them hugs, including a very tight looking bear hug for Tae.

Lizzo also did for us what we’ve been waiting a year for--a vmin selca (along with her). Thank you!

(edit cr. 95vmfilms on twt)

Imagine you’re going to see your favorite singer and end up standing right behind four members of a band you also like? Truly the ARMYs who were in that crowd must’ve won in the luck lottery. I’m not jealous or anything, what, no, never. I’m joking of course.

It’s been so, so long since Bangtan have been surrounded by so many fans, people brought together through music, and just had the chance to dance, sing their lungs out, and have a good time. It was so easy to see how much they enjoyed it all. Also gotta love how Hobi once said that he spends a lot of time with the maknaes and how they follow him around (birthday vlive 2020 after being asked about going to an exhibition with Tae). Seeing how they’ve spent their free time with Hobi the second they landed in LA and seemingly haven’t stopped since, it seems like his words have once again been proven right. Truly their bond with Hobi is just so adorable and beautiful. And it was nice to see Tae and Jimin together again outside of Bangtan content since it’s been a hot minute since that was the case last time.

[blu-joons]

When They Drop Hints That They Fancy You ~ BTS Reaction

Jin:

You sighed heavily as you reached up to the cupboard, trying desperately to pull the packet of biscuits down that the boys loved to keep high, out of your reach, knowing how much it wound you up.

“You need a man to reach those for you,” Jin remarked as he walked in on your struggle.

You sighed, turning around to face him, “if you can find me a man willing to date me maybe I wouldn’t have to endure such a struggle alone.”

“I’m sue there’s one somewhere for you,” he tried to encourage, grabbing the packet down with ease in the process.

“Where can I find him then?”

His shoulders shrugged, a small smirk was stretched across his face, “maybe sometimes you don’t need to look so far and look what’s standing right in front of you.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

You raced behind him as he began to walk out of the room, “all I’m saying is don’t be so blind, it’ll make sense soon once you’ve figured it out."

“I hate how cryptic you are sometimes Kim Seokjin!”

Yoongi:

He smiled when he saw you stood facing his mirror adjusting your outfit as you prepared to head out with the boys for one of their shoots. He stood behind you for a moment before clearing his throat.

“You look beautiful,” he complimented, bringing a light blush across your cheeks.

You smiled appreciatively towards him through the mirror, “I’m not sure this works to be honest. Reckon you could help me pick an outfit out?”

“Isn’t that what a boyfriend is supposed to do?” He innocently asked, but your shoulders shrugged, you had no time to waste questioning.

“You’re just going to be second best."

His heart dropped at your words, but all the same he began to help raid your wardrobe. “Will I always be your second best? Is that all I’m ever going to be to you?”

“I don’t see anyone else above you.”

His head nodded, “then stop saving that space and allow me to fill it,” he spoke before he even realised what he’d said, your eyes stared across at him.

“Are you saying what I think you’re saying?”

Hoseok:

Anytime you watched Hobi drunk brought a smile to your face, if you thought his character was extravagant before, after a couple of drinks you couldn’t help but continuously break out into fits of giggles.

“You might want to control your boyfriend,” one of the waiters came over to you, surprising you.

You went to speak but the waiter swiftly walked off, staring up at Hobi who had a smile of mischief on his face. “What have you been saying?”

“I may or may not have told the people you were my girlfriend,” he chuckled loudly, “my mum always told me to be honest.”

“But I’m not your girlfriend Hobi?”

He jumped down from the chair he was stood on, in the blink of an eye it felt like sober Hobi was staring back at you. “Then why are you not my girlfriend if it’s what I want?”

“Subtly was never your strong point, was it?”

He nodded proudly, taking a huge sip from his drink. “Maybe this wasn’t the best way to drop hints but at least now you know properly how I feel.”

“Let’s talk tomorrow, when you’re a little less drunk.”

Namjoon:

Your hand ran across the aisle of books, browsing each title until one caught your eye, pulling it out and reading the blurb. The book itself was about a girl who lost her ways, finding her pathway again.

“It’s a good book that one, I recommend it,” a voice spoke from beside you.

You looked up, recognising the guy from last week, and the week before when you’d been to the library. “Are you following me?”

“Let’s just call it coincidence, we must both just love shopping for books on a Wednesday morning,” he smiled, passing you another book.

“Is this another of your recommendations?”

He nodded, picking out a book for himself, “maybe if you’re free after this we could go out for coffee? I’m a bit of a bookworm, I’ve got plenty of recommendations if you want them.”

“This isn’t you asking me on a date it is?”

His head shook, but the idea had most definitely crossed his mind. “It’s strictly coffee and books, we just both share an interest which is good to talk about.”

“I’m down for it, as long as you’re buying!”

Jimin:

He couldn’t believe it when he walked backstage and saw you there, with an army bomb in one hand and a banner with his face on in the other, wrapping his arms tightly around you in delight.

“I can’t believe in thousands of armies I never found you out there,” he chuckled.

You smiled back at him, wrapping your arms around his waist. “That’s because you have thousands of people cheering your name and wanting your attention.

“I should always be able to spot you in the crowd though,” he noted, “no one else stands out like you in any crowd.”

“That’s impossible, I don’t stand out at all.”

He bit down on his bottom lip anxiously, “that’s just the thing, perhaps sometimes you don’t realise just how well you stand out to me, not just in the crowd, but in life.”

“Where are you going with all this soppy nonsense?”

His eyes fell staring down to the ground, “now isn’t the time to say, I’ve said enough,” he spoke, walking back in the direction he’d come from.

“Jimin! You can’t just walk away like that!”

Taehyung:

Your hand ran over Yeontan’s head as Taehyung sat across from you on the other sofa, smiling fondly at the close bond the two of you had, from the moment Yeontan came into his life.

“I hate that he only has a dad sometimes,” Taehyung spoke from out of the blue.

You nodded, tickling under his chin, “but he’s got the best dad in the world, he doesn’t need a mummy, you’ve trained him so well by yourself.”

“I don’t mean just for Tannie though, a partner for me would be nice too,” he added, staring across at you hoping you’d understand him.

“I keep telling you to get out there!”

His head shook, you’d tried to set him up on several blind dates but each time he declined. “I know what I want, I don’t need some dodgy app trying to tell me who I’d like.”

“Then what is it you would like then?”

He let go of a heavy sigh, meeting your eyes as you tried to figure out what was going on. “There’s only ever been one person I’ve wanted in life.”

“Then maybe you should go ahead and tell them.”

Jungkook:

Since you’d told him about your planned date with a guy from work something had been off with Jungkook, you didn’t want to question it, but you knew something was playing on his mind.

“So, you’re going to go on it then?” He asked as you stopped by the studio before the date.

Your eyes rolled, glaring across at him. “Why not Kook? He’s a nice guy and I think it’s about time I think about settling down and find someone.”

“Do you not think there’s someone out there better suited for you?” He challenged, raising his arms in his own frustrations.

“I won’t know until I meet him.”

The boys all sat back helplessly; they knew how much Jungkook liked you. “All I’m saying is that I think there is someone better out there, I don’t think he’s the one for you.”

“You keep talking about this better guy but who is he?”

He took a few steps closer to you, resting his hands on your shoulder. “If you’re too oblivious to see all the signs, then maybe the guy isn’t for you after all.”

“The guy is you, isn’t it?”

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[hollyhomburg]

Ok ok I just have this desperate need to know what day to day life is like for the BILY pack after everything is all settled down. Like what the pack does when Jimin comes home from a bodyguarding gig, or how they all help Namjoon when there’s a bad day at the hospital, or maybe Hobi taking mc and Tae to work with him and teaching them how to make flower crowns, or Jin and mc (and JK) curled up together on the couch trying to decide what they want to eat that week

I just love their whole dynamic so much and I’m so excited to see them get past the angst

I just got the sweet idea of jinnie and the m/c underneath a blanket on the couch, jin with his glasses on scribbling out their list as everyone starts to get ready to go to work and they’re bickering “no I don’t want chicken adobo this week last week you added too much soy sauce” “okay then what do you want sunshine? And don’t say cookies” and the m/c just pouts and puts her cold feet under his thighs and he hisses and scrawls down chicken thighs onto the list because jinnie knows it’s yoongi’s favorite.

Just them bickering while the rest of the pack shouts stuff from various rooms in the house like sugary cereal for tae, a healthy amount of apples because namjoon likes them (an apple a day keeps a joonie away~) and a boatload of zucchini for jks diet.

I just imagine that they have a costco membership that they use religiously and they have a special “pack alpha and packmates” card. Jungkook and jimin go with the m/c most often because they’re off at the same time usually on grocery day and really with one of them is there to push the cart and the other one has the job of lifting the heavy boxes or crates into the cart so the m/c doesn’t have to. she’s really just in charge of reading off the list and making sure they get everything 🥺💜

they go twice a week and it’s a little bonding moment of there’s. They usually go during weird hours so that there are less people because people make the m/c nervous. Especially if it gets too crowded.

but neither of jikook mind because they love watching her concentrated look as she judges the watermelon or the peaches for their ripeness. And oh- imagine her panic when she realizes she’s wandered away from them while they loaded some stuff. Jimin would lowkey go a little crazy and totally abandon their cart to look for her because- /pup can’t be alone/ and they know she gets nervous in public spaces.

after they stop for hot dogs and soup at the front shop and jk eats just the hot dogs and the m/c and jimin dunk the buns into their soup. Because it’s the only thing he can really eat but they’re really good according to him. They’d be the people to get two diffrent types of soup so they can try multiple kinds and share their bowls.

The m/c and jins chat would also be completely inundated with diffrent recipes that they found and want to add into rotation and I think often Jin would come home to something strange made and the m/c would be “I found a recipe!” And jin just looks at her fondly while she buzzes around the kitchen offering spoonfuls or bites to anyone who wants to try it. Winding down from work just enjoying the scents of all of them mixing.

Also imagine jin watching her cook on one of the rare nights that she wants to try making something difficult on her own (ie: jins soup) and he just watches nervously as she moves the heavy soup pots saying “are you sure you don’t want any help?” For the 5th time and she just stares at jinnie in pout and then admits that she wants him close and!!!! Just sweet love formed over cooking 💜

I’m only gonna touch on that idea because the other ones actually get discussed in the story 🥺💜

[alpacaparkaseok]

Book of Soulmates

pairing: Hobi x reader

premise: 1071 5th Ave, New York, NY 10128 is all you need to know.

Fire Starter

Endless circles carry me ever upward. I’ve begun to notice the slight burn in my calves as I continue to climb up the endless circular ramp, a famous aspect of the Guggenheim. 

Famous or not, it still has me contemplating just slipping my heels off and making the rest of the trek up to the top of the building barefoot.

Of course I refuse to take the elevator despite the rest of my group having done so. I mean, this is the Guggenheim. Who takes the elevator and misses all of the beautiful artwork and displays along the way? Not me. 

I pause for a moment before a massive painting that takes up most of the wall, pretending that I’m entranced by it rather than in desperate need of a break. In my defense, I wasn’t planning on having to leave the bottom floor so soon. However, when it was cleared for some exclusive party to come through, I wasn’t left with much of a choice. 

Echoes of the party going on downstairs remind me that I need to keep moving upward. No doubt my group has already made it to the top floor and are impatiently waiting for me. Maybe if I’m lucky they’ll just go on without me, leaving me to enjoy the famous art museum on my own. 

Peeking down a hallway as I pass by it I’m drawn in by the display I see on the floor. Deciding to spare another moment, I sneak inside, eyes wide as I take in the display taking up on side of the floor. Glancing at the plaque beside it, I marvel at Abbas Akhavan’s artwork. The bronze casts made to represent damaged and changed plants as the affects of war are spread out along the way, making me take my time as I walk from one end to another. 

“I don’t know, he just said something about wanting to find Van Gogh and ran up here,” a voice says from the ramp just outside the room where I find myself currently. It’s silent for a moment, and I realize that he must be on the phone. 

“Yeah, I’ll bring him back down. Just give me a few minutes to find him. Ok. Bye.” The end of the phone conversation is punctuated by a long sigh, accompanied by a disbelieving chuckle. “That boy...oh. Hi.”

I turn to find a man - no. Not just some man. Jung Hoseok peers into the exhibit room, glancing around as though looking for someone. 

So that’s why the bottom floor has been reserved. BTS is here. 

“Hi.” I reply rather dumbly. Shaking my head, I fight to not stare too hard at him. He’s wearing a red jacket that looks like it was crafted just for him, flowers and other plants embroidered into the fabric with loving care. Paired with his ripped black jeans, Hoseok looks like he just stepped out of a photoshoot.

“Are you looking for someone?” I ask, trying to get him to move on before I make a complete fool of myself. 

“Oh,” Hoseok repeats for the second time, eyes finally landing on me for longer than a couple of seconds. “You speak Korean?”

“Yep.”

“Oh.”

I can’t help but laugh a little. “You’re looking for someone? I haven’t seen anyone come up this way.”

“Oh,” Hoseok, completely oblivious to the fact that he’s just repeated the same word four times, steps into the exhibit with a soft smile. “My friend - Kim Taehyung, do you know who that is?” 

I nod. “Yeah, I do.”

“Right. We’re supposed to be doing some stuff downstairs but he took off saying that he wanted to go see Van Gogh, and now we can’t find him.”

Chewing on my lip, I frown a little. “But Van Gogh is downstairs...?”

At that precise moment Hoseok’s phone lights up, and he gives me an apologetic smile and half bow before turning and answering it. The call doesn’t last long - he’s only taken two steps before he’s turning right back around with a perfect smile on his face. 

“Well,” he sighs out, wandering closer, “He was downstairs. He just showed up again, I guess. Thanks for the help.”

“Of course.” Giving him a small smile, I turn back to the artwork before me, expecting him to step out. 

From my peripheral I can tell that he’s thinking about it, but he hesitates for a moment. Glancing my way, Hoseok takes another step in my direction. My heart clenches in my chest, but I refuse to look at him.

Sometimes, being painfully awkward is a bit of a crutch. 

“Excuse me,” he says softly, almost as though we were in a crowded room and he was trying not to startle me. “But have we met before?”

Now I do look at him, incredulity lining my features. “...don’t think so. I’m pretty sure I’d remember meeting you.”

He laughs, rubbing the back of his neck. “No, you’re right. That was kind of strange for me to ask that, wasn’t it? It’s just...” he pauses, then extends his hand out toward me. “I think that was my stupid way of trying to stall and get to know you before I have to leave.”

My jaw is probably on the ground now, and I continue to stare at the man with disbelief until I realize that his hand is still outstretched. 

“Oh!” I almost shout. “Sorry. Yeah. It’s nice to meet you.” 

I go to shake his hand, smiling a little at how he’s trying to respect my culture despite the obvious differences. Daring to glance up at his eyes, my breath gets caught in my throat as I see him doing the same. 

What I identify as warmth in his eyes may also be due to the sparks flying from our joined hands.

“Oh!” Hoseok shouts, jumping back as sparks fly and singe our hands. “I - ah! Fire!”

I jump out of my shocked state just in time to see what Hoseok - my soulmate - is referring to. A few loose sparks that didn’t succeed in burning and marking our hands have floated down to the ground and also the white tarp where Abbas Arkhavan’s artwork is set up.

It’s also in the process of catching fire. 

“Ah!” I shout now with Hoseok, and I rush about the room. “Fire extinguisher!” I shout, only making my soulmate more distressed when he realizes that I’m shouting in English.

“What?” He shouts unnecessarily. “What are you saying?!”

“Fire!” I shout again, heart pounding as adrenaline pumps through my veins. “Where’s the extinguisher?!” Tearing around the corner, I gasp in relief as the tell-tale red fire extinguisher hangs on the wall. Running as quickly as I can in my heels, I mentally curse my past self of fifteen minutes ago for not taking off my heels when I had the chance. 

Hoseok notices my predicament, rushing over to me and letting me hand the extinguisher off to him. I hobble after him, finally managing to slip my heels off. 

I watch with horror as the priceless artwork is covered with the white foamy substance of the extinguisher, offering up a pleading prayer that only the tarp was damaged. 

Hoseok sprays every last inch of the tarp, panting when he finally relents. For a moment, all is silent in the aftermath of our soulmate bond. Glancing around the room I search for any other fires that our sparks may have caused, and let out a long sigh when it appears that the damage was at least kept to one small space. 

Still standing before the display with the extinguisher in hand, I slowly make my way over to Hoseok and come to stand beside him. 

His eyes are a bit glazed over as he stares at the wall that’s blank except for Abbas’s plaque. His chest rises and falls with his deep breaths, his face a little flushed. 

Slowly, so slowly, Hoseok turns to look at me, disbelief obvious in his expression. “Did we just-”

“Start a fire?”

“Yeah.”

Looking down at the receding foam, a dry laugh escapes my throat. “I think we did.”

“Because we...we’re...”

“Yep.” My gaze is a little unfocused as I ease the extinguisher out of Hoseok’s grasp, the two of us wincing as our fingers graze each other and a few spare sparks shoot out, falling onto the foam and sizzling as they’re extinguished. 

Turning on my heel, I go to put the extinguisher back and attempt to find the curator to explain this entire mess. 

Hoseok trails after me, looking a little lost as he furrows his brow, still trying to understand what just occurred. My heart aches as he passes by my discarded heels, leaning down to pick them up and carry them along. Without a single word, he already has me swooning at his sweetness. 

I pause at the sight of my right hand as I raise it to put the extinguisher back. My hand is littered with angry red welts from the sparks of our encounter. It’s a sight that I thought I’d never see. 

Soon enough those red welts will fade into darker, lasting little scars. I’ve seen them a million times on other people. 

The soulmate scars. As telling as any wedding ring, and even more permanent. 

Hoseok appears by my side, seeing what I’m staring at. With heartbreaking tenderness, he raises his burned hand to mine, laying it on top. There’s a bit of residual warmth that kicks up at the contact, but no more sparks fly. 

The sentimental moment is quite literally burned into my memory as I stare at our hands, hardly daring to believe that this is real. The moment is ruined as my guilty conscience takes over. 

“We need to find the curator,” I mumble out. “Tell him what happened.”

Hoseok grunts in agreement, intertwining our hands before pulling me along with him, heading down the ramp. I frown up at him.

“What?” He asks, his eyes still a bit glazed over but the ghost of a smile on his face.

“Where are we going? The office is the other way.”

“Oh,” Hoseok says for the umpteenth time. “He’s downstairs...I’m supposed to be down there having a meeting with him.”

Eyes going wide and a groan leaving my mouth, Hoseok laughs at our predicament. “You’ve got to be kidding me,” I whine. He shakes his head, eyes cleaning up a bit.

“I wish I was, darling.” My ears perk up at the pet name. “I’ll make sure he doesn’t kick you out, though. You’re with me.”

Squeezing his hand a little tighter, I allow a smile to break through.

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[binniewon]

Midnight Roses 3 pt 2 (repost)

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Pairing: DarkAngel!OT7/ Female!Reader

Warning: None!

A/N: This story is mine I’m just reposting because my old links aren’t working! Hi loves I will be starting a taglist for Midnight Roses if you would like to be on it please message me also chapter 3 will be over after pt 3 comes out the guys will finally meet each other how will it go?!

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Why?

“Why” was the only thing that ran through their brain as they sat watching the sun go down away from the naked eye, why did they have to be fated together, why did they have to live in a place that was so stuck in their morals that they couldn’t even be seen out together, why did they have to love multiply people of the same gender.

Life was never easy for these four men, being the oldest out of their brothers and sisters they were expected to uphold the rules and be an example but it is so funny how that can all change in one night.

How you can go from meeting your wife to be to falling in love with people you never expected to.

I am sure they all remember that night well it might be different for each of them but the moral of the story is the same.

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“Kim Namjoon hurry up we are about to be late” he heard his mother scream from across the house “I’m coming; I’m coming” he said as he tripped over the leg of a chair.

He didn’t want to go to this palace that his parents were taking him too, he knew what happened there.

You meet your wife

When you are a prince or of royal decent you don’t get to fall in love with just anyone, you fall in love with who your parents choose for you and you can’t wait on a soulmate to save you because where they are, having a soulmate is like flying through space without a suit on and expecting to survive.

It just doesn’t happen

Soulmates were very powerful they were chosen by the Goddess of Love herself but when a great war broke out a few hundred years ago it took the last of the soulmates with them, it is said that soulmate bonds are passed down through ancestors but it just so happens they were all killed in the war or so they thought.

“Can you please get out of whatever dream world you are in and sit up straight, you are here to meet your wife and be an example for you brother he will have to go through this too and if he sees that you are scared he will be also” his mom said with a strict tone he just nodded and did what he was supposed to his mom angry is not a pretty sight

The softness of the music could be heard as they pulled up to the palace along with it came Namjoon’s nerves he didn’t know why but he felt like tonight would be different not in a good way either he stepped out of the car, here goes nothing.

“Namjoon this is Maria your soon to be wife” his mom said as he bowed to her out of respect and grabbed her hand as they went to the dance floor for some reason being with her felt wrong like he was betraying someone, he just shook off the feeling and continued to dance with her just to make his mom and the people happy.

The feeling of eyes drilling into him made him look up he was met with three men they were quit handsome but the death glare that they were giving him made them look terrifying.

“Let’s go get something to eat” he said as he took Maria’s hand and lead her to the food table not without looking back at them only to see that they weren’t there

Once he got the chance to he slipped away to go get some fresh air it was too crowded in there he also couldn’t shake the feeling when he was around Maria that he was betraying someone just saying her name felt wrong.

“Having fun” he jumped at the voice and turned around just to see those guys from earlier “Honestly I don’t want to be here but I have to follow the rules and be a good leader so that I can rule the throne one day” one of the guys snickered

“They really have that crap packed deep in your brain” he said “What do you mean” Namjoon asked honestly confused “You might not feel it now but we have a connection, the feeling of betrayal we all experienced it this might be a lot to take it but we are soulmates”

It was a lot in fact Namjoon sprinted out of there when those words left that guys lips what did he mean soulmates Namjoon thought he must be crazy soulmates hasn’t been heard of for century’s it was too much so Namjoon used Maria as a distraction which he later regretted.

Not to long after that he got a letter from them saying that they wanted to meet and talk about what happened it was sent with a time and place. Was he really going to go through why would he those men were crazy to think that he would throw away all he knew at the snap of a finger because they said he was their soulmate.

Your crazy

Was all he though as he walked down to the lake that they wanted to meet at “Why are you doing this Namjoon their crazy to think that you will accept them you will go right up to them and tell them to never speak to you again” he said to himself but that all went down the drain as he saw them under the sunlight they look so beautiful and perfect he felt that there was something there and maybe they might be soulmates.

“You came” one of them said bringing him out of his day dream “Of course I came why wouldn’t I?” the man in question just chuckled as he patted the spot next to him “Come sit” he said

Namjoon took careful steps towards them and sat down, he figured he wouldn’t be rude so he introduced himself “My name is Namjoon” he said quietly “Oh we know who you are love, my name is Seokjin but you can call me Jin, this guy next to me is Yoongi and that is Hobi our sunshine” Namjoon stopped for a minute how did they know his name “You think that we are going to show up to a ball and not know the name of the Host” Yoongi said to him Namjoon’s eye widened could they here his thought “You know for someone who is known as the smartest prince in the land you sure are dumb we are Dark Angels we have powers don’t you think that we can hear our own soulmates thoughts” Yoongi added “Of course we have to complete the bond but right now since you are so close I know what you are thinking and feeling” the look of realization crossed Namjoon’s face so they were soulmates after all but how.

After that day they met three times a week that way they could be close to each other and not be suspicious on day while they were watching the sun go down Hobi said something to them something that they didn’t know at the time but would change their lives forever.

“I heard that another prince is having his ball to meet his wife to be” Hobi said as he slowly stroked Namjoon’s head, Namjoon sat up with curiosity in his eyes “Who” he asked

“Park Jimin”

[sleephyjhs]

You Sing Lullabies to your Baby (REACTION)

all members are included under the ‘keep reading’ link

notes: this genuinely has taken me so long and i am so so sorry. when it comes to parent aus i really like to take my time since they’re my favourite, i hope it’s okay!!

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KSJ

Your prolonged absence from the downstairs loveseat caught Seokjin’s attention. The baby monitor had alerted you of your newborn’s disturbed sleeping, but the lack of commotion from upstairs interested him. After pausing the animation film he was determined to finish with you, he traipsed carefully for the stairs so not to further disturb your son.

His fingertips scarcely skimmed the corridor walls as he tiptoed towards the nursery. Through your newfound maternal panic, the panelled door had been left slightly ajar in the rush to attend to your baby; the small opening allowed just the right amount of view to see what had distracted you for so long.

The nursery itself was dark, illuminated only by pastel nightlights that so often fascinated his son’s brown doe eyes. Sleeping in the dark throughout the night was a trait you collectively were glad he’d inherited; tonight was perhaps the first glitch in his habits since birth. Facing away from the opened door was your nursing chair, where you’d positioned your now sleeping son across a flimsy pillow over your lap. His audible muttering was slowly washed away by the sound of your voice, humming a slow lullaby to soothe him.

“And if that mockingbird don’t sing, mama’s gonna buy you a diamond ring~” Seokjin’s eyelids fluttered softly in time with the rhythm of your lullaby. You’d previously claimed to sing your baby to sleep when he wasn’t around, and now he had finally caught you.

Instead of feeling the need to interfere, Seokjin stood away from the light and listened to your lullaby repeat again and again until it was time to transfer your son back to his cot. To avoid being caught by you, he hurriedly hopped back down the stairs and resumed his seat in the couch. His private concert would remain his little secret.

MYG

Finishing rehearsals any earlier than midnight had recently become a foreign memory for Yoongi; coming home to a sleeping wife and baby was too painfully familiar. Finally, the rare occasion of an early clock-out had come around. Your newborn’s night routine was one Yoongi frequently missed, so the new opportunity was nothing short of refreshing.

Despite receiving a text saying to expect your husband home earlier than usual, the closing click of the front door was inaudible from your daughter’s nursery. Yoongi dumped his bag on the chair in his home studio and silently proceeded up the stairs.

His light stepping was a habit that had once caused you many frights, but at least your endless efforts to soothe your wailing daughter wouldn’t be reversed. The dim corridor light hardly caused Yoongi’s shadow to cast on the pale carpet of the nursery as he leaned against the doorframe, allured by the soft melody of your humming.

“Round and round the garden like a teddy bear~” Within seconds of listening to your repeating rhyme, Yoongi smiled brightly to himself. Within a matter of minutes, your exhaustion was more than apparent to him.

Yoongi pushed the door slowly to reveal himself to you as you gently placed your daughter back into her crib. Sighing as she finally appeared sound asleep, he held his arms open to you. A hug was nothing short of what you needed.

JHS

Knowing how well you enjoyed laying in on weekends, waking up to a groggy husband, your absence was nothing short of concerning. The warm imprint of your body still staining the bedsheets - you hadn’t been gone for long. Hoseok raised himself slowly, rubbing his eyes in disapproval of the morning sun. His first challenge of the day? Locating you.

Although he shuffled down the corridor still stiffened by the earliness of your escape, you were oblivious to his looming presence. Less than 10 minutes ago, your daughter decided to raise the heavens with her irritant screams. She was only just adjusting to a room of her own; being out of reaching distance from you was proving to be distressing for her, and of course, you.

“You are my sunshine, my only sunshine. You make me happy when skies are grey~” The soft, motherly hymns attracted Hobi towards the door of the freshly decorated nursery, where you stood rocking the tiny infant in your arms back to sleep. He leaned against the doorframe quietly, still struggling to open his eyes fully. Subconsciously, his head swayed from side to side in chime with the repeating melody, immersing him fully in your morning serenade.

Realising how tired he was, Hoseok figured singing lullabies so early in the morning could’ve been enough to send you drowsy all over again. Before his eyes could close completely on his two main girls, he traipsed slowly down the stairs in order to prepare you a well-earned homemade breakfast.

KNJ

As much as you both we’re almost always left exhausted from your busy schedules, if the only time you had together was past midnight then Namjoon would do what he could to make it work for you. Watching a movie at 2am was a risky move - balancing the volume to not disturb your dozing twin boys was hard work.

Just when you thought you’d worked it out, the chorus of agitated cries roared through the baby monitor, “No you stay here, eat.” You convinced Namjoon before he could even place his bowl of food on the coffee table.

Long after finishing his overdue dinner and still no sign of you, Namjoon paused the now-concluding film and crept through the silence towards the nursery where his baby boys had generated a now dwindling raucous. He couldn’t help but feel guilty about agreeing to stay put; one noisy baby was enough for anybody to handle, let alone a carbon copy.

Before he could barge through the door to aid the process, Namjoon paused in the corridor at the breaking of the silence. A small, cloud nightlight illuminated the cosy nursery that homed his boys and projected it’s yellow glow onto you. With a sleepy baby in each arm, you rocked back and forth in the pillowed nursing chair, “I’m sometimes up and sometimes down, coming for to carry me home.”

Maybe you had it all under wraps after all..

PJM

You’d anticipated Jimin’s return from tour for nearly a month, and were over the moon to finally be able to snuggle with your love once again. The daily facetimes were nowhere near as good as the real thing.

Although, the advantage was your new capability to lie. With your forced smile and optional mute button, you were hoping that Jimin never took a moment to suspect things weren’t as perfect as you so convinced him. Admitting your struggles would only guilt trip him into coming home briefly when he could, which was more stress he could’ve done without.

Your daughter could sense her father’s absence, and proved to you that she missed him more than you did. Never before had you had so many sleepless nights. Your mind was packed to the brim with lullabies from all over the world; it was all that worked in getting her to sleep anymore. Instead of preparing for Jimin’s return, her restless sleep pattern drew you back to her room, singing the same lullaby she’d heard nearly a hundred times before.

As you chanted the sleepy serenade to your disturbed, Jimin snuck through the front door unheard. His arrival was far earlier than you’d expected, but your seeet vocal tones whistling down the staircase was a great enough gift for him.

“Wherever you go, no matter where you are, I will never be far away.” Jimin followed the humming trail up the stairs to greet his two girls one again. The sight of you slowly rocking a now dozing daughter was enough to curl his tired eyes into smiling crescents. Certainly, arriving home early was worth the lost hours of rest.

KTH

Following the few, short hours after her birth, you’d finally stumbled across your first obstacle of thousands to come; a sleepless night. Fair enough, being born is a decently traumatic, turbulent experience, and so your daughter was hardly to blame for her discomfort in a foreign place.

The drugs and pain reliefs that were being pumped into you mare you similarly unable to sleep. Taehyung, however, had been long gone since the sunset; supporting you through childbirth was more exhausting than he’d expected. You couldn’t blame him though, he was nothing short of amazing.

Getting in some practice alone was rather ideal for you. A watching crowd would’ve been daunting for any new mother. Lifting your precious newborn from the plastic bassinet, you flicked through the few memorised songs that were within reach of your limited memory.

Just as you conducted your first lullaby of the night, Taehyung suddenly awoke to the distress of his baby. The chair he’d fallen asleep in was far from comfortable, but any surface would’ve done the job. Instead of sitting upright to attend, he waited for a while, fully aware of how long you’d anticipated singing to your precious daughter.

“Sheep safely home have come, bumble bees no longer hum.” Smiling to himself as your gentle voice soothed both your daughter and him down into a snooze, Taehyung took the secret encounter as a chance to further adore you. Interrupting your first bonding moment with your newborn wasn’t on his list of options; Taehyung was more than content to listen to you embrace motherhood as he was certain you would.

JJK

Despite believing your son was well and truly asleep, the inevitable sobbing rattled through the baby monitor eventually. Having time alone with Jungkook was a rarity, but the disruption via your son was hardly repulsed. In fact, you often had to fight for the right to be the one to calm him down.

With it being so late, and him having hardly slept during the day, you knew well that your son was only overtired. Although Jungkook was by far better skilled in the vocal department, sometimes a mother’s lullaby can be all a baby needed. You allowed Jungkook to continue the anime episode without you - it shouldn’t take you so long this time.

Even a few minutes was enough to miss your presence. To grab one last glance of his tiny son for the night, Jungkook soon followed your footsteps to the pale grey nursery you rocked your baby so gently in, “Golden slumber kiss your eyes, smiles await you when you rise.”

Despite your vocal capability having no leverage on that of your husband’s, Jungkook still enjoyed listening to you. Something about your sweet voice that was hypnotising; drowsy in itself. Instead of storming the brief bonding session, Jungkook awaited you in the hall, grinning widely to himself in the corridor. You were beyond precious.

^ i really dont know why i use the namjoon and his twins starter so much but here we are

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Enchanted To Meet You || 4.5 || JK’s Interlude.

Summary:  No one ever told you that you had a soulmate or—soulmates, for that matter. Humans don't have soulmates, but shapeshifters do. What are you supposed to do when the seven members of the worlds biggest boy band turn out to be your soulmates—only for you to realise that they aren't even human.

BTS is on a hiatus and ARMY thinks they are completing their mandatory military service. You believe that too, at least you did until you realised that you had adopted them and that one way or another they were gonna live with you—as Hybrids because apparently, you all are soulmates.

 (Hybrid AU // Soulmate AU) (Fluff // humour // smut // angst  // eventually NSFW) (NC-18) (Ot7 x Reader) (slow burn)

banner by: @thebannershop​

Word Count: 1336

Warnings: None for now (PG 13)

Series Master-list Here 

This night is sparkling, don't you let it go I'm wonder struck, blushing all the way home I'll spend forever wondering if you knew I was enchanted to meet you...

Jungkook is young, often called the Golden Maknae, he's the youngest in the band.

Young, most times still—'too young.'

Too young to understand why he isn't allowed to take pictures with their fans on the street, too young to understand why he couldn't just jump into the crowd to hug a ARMY who was in a wheelchair, too young to understand why having tattoos as an idol would be frowned upon by some. 

Too young, too naive to fully understand how the world works. It irks him sometimes. 

But, he doesn't always mind being called 'young.' 

No, because it means he could pick up the choreography the quickest, was the most energetic during fan meetings, danced the hardest during concerts, and would smile the brightest no matter what. 

He still has the spirit, the drive, the need to prove something. 

It isn't like his Hyungs don't. They were all driven but Jungkook was—a bull tied to a truck, huffing and puffing with pulsing, neck veins—driven. 

It was a different kind of drive. 

Tae-hyung could act, Jimin-ssi was a trained dancer, Hobi-hyung had a mixtape out, Yoongi-hyung was a music producer who had the most collaborations under his name between all of them, Jin-hyung was a trained actor and he had his face and that was an accomplishment on its own and then lastly there was Rapmon-hyung.

Rapmon-hyung, the reason behind why Jungkook is, who he is today. Kim Namjoon, an idol's idol—his idol.

Jungkook though? He knows he can do a little of everything but when he thinks about it, he wasn't a master of anything. 

Sure, he could sing—was the lead vocalist, but sometimes he thinks it's just a title. Tae-hyung had a voice like liquid, molten gold, while Jimin-hyungs was one of a kind.  

BTS could live on without Jungkook, but without BTS, Jungkook had nothing.

His hyungs would say he was pushing himself too hard, that he would one day run his body to the ground, that he didn't have to prove anything—they would love him regardless.

And he believes them, they are his family, his mates, of course, they would love him. They have known each other for years, their connection, strong enough to let them know his thoughts without him having to word them out.  

But he tries, works harder to be loved anyway, not because he doesn't trust them but because he simply wants to. 

He has always wanted to give them reasons to love him, multiple reasons, beyond just him being their mate. It was something he did without even fully realising it. Like, staying up late to help Hobi-hyung tweak a certain part of their choreography, or giving Yoongi-hyung silent company, while he works in his studio late until the first rays of the sun filter through the cracks in between the blinds. 

In a nutshell—Jungkook wants his precious people to love him. 

He cries during concerts but doesn't in front of his hyungs, sings his throat raw in the studio alone, practices the choreography until the bottom of his feet are scrapped–the steps muscle memory by that point. 

His whole persona is contradictory in ways, even he doesn't fully understand. His actions black, white and all the shades in between. So, it's hard for him to pinpoint why exactly his feelings for you are different, but he knows that they are. 

He recalls sensing your presence for the first time, feeling another, newer pull to this unknown soul somewhere. He is three, when he first feels your presence. 

It was the first time he had ever felt a soulmate bond mature. Before you, he was the youngest and all the bonds were already there. He didn't know a life without them, had always felt them with every single intake of his breath. 

But with you, he felt it grow. Felt it as it grew stronger, harder to ignore, with every passing birthday of his, until the time would be right and he would finally be able to meet you.

He knew he had soulmates, was told by his parents that he would meet them when the time was right. Was told that he was fortunate for having multiple soulmates, most of their kind didn't have any. And Jungkook was lucky, he knew it too, was reminded of the fact every time, one of his mates would hug him. 

But, when the pressure of having more than one soulmate became too much, the strain of it on his body, a heavy toll that had started to feel unbearable, your bond was the one that had soothed him. 

While the other bonds felt like a determined, burning blaze, their presence hard to ignore, yours was quieter, softer, much like a cool, healing balm. 

Sometimes he likes to think if the bonds were real and tangible, the others would be red—burning, ceaseless and passionate, while the one he had with you would be green. 

Green like a clean, clear, ocean—eternal and infinite in its depth, with hues and shades, that kaleidoscope together to form a gentle and serene presence.

When their Hiatus started, he was a little sad. All seven of them were as their careers weren't just their jobs, but also their hobbies and passions. 

It was tough to put it all on hold for a few years, but they also knew that they needed to take a break. 

Their bond with ARMY is something special, almost surreal when he thinks about it. Jungkook doesn't want to toot his own horn, but he's pretty sure they have the largest, most passionate fan base in the present time.

They also have a legacy, something tangible and real, that they have left behind in their wake. Even if he's a little sad to let go of what was almost a routine for him by now, he thinks he'll eventually be okay. Even if they never release another song, he thinks he'll be alright, because what they have done so far? He's pretty damn proud of it all. 

Which was why, even though he was a little sad when the Hiatus started, he was relieved and excited too. Ready to explore what he hadn't yet had the chance to look into, the curious child within Jungkook was absolutely thrilled, as he thought of all the possibilities. 

One of them was, of course, finally meeting you. It was a sort of unspoken promise between the members that they would use this hiatus to finally find out who you were. They all loved each other and were glad for the other's presence, but without you, it always felt as if something was lacking. 

You were the missing puzzle piece, the final bond, their last mate—the one that would tie the lot of them together. 

They were anxious to meet you, they didn't know who you were, where you lived, whether you were a fan or not, or even if you were okay with having seven soul mates. What if you didn't want them? What if they overwhelmed you and made you run away, forever leaving them behind?

The possibilities of things going wrong and the metaphorical shit hitting the fan seemed endless to Jungkook. Even though he wasn't ready—wasn't ready to finally put a face to this presence, wasn't ready to meet you only to lose you. 

He was ready to tell you how much he loved you, how much he wanted, needed you. How much just sensing your presence through their bond had helped him. 

He was anxious and scared but he was also ready, as prepared as he was going to be. 

He believed he had thought of it all, the absolute worst of the worst possibilities, but nothing in the world, would have prepared him for the realisation. 

The realisation that you were a human. 

His soulmate, his hyungs soulmate—their soulmate was a human. 

Refer to this post, if you aren’t sure what this interlude is for. 

Also, I’ve tagged everyone who’s asked so far. If you have asked to be tagged and I somehow forgot to put your name in, please let me know. Also originally the tag list was down here, in this post but Tumblr is trash and didn’t notify people so I’ll be tagging everyone down in the comments as apparently, that is the only way it seems to be working. Let me know if you have any idea why this is happening to me. 

Also if you STILL weren’t notified, let me know that too. Refer to this post here.

Next chapter will be out soon as well 💗

Tag-list for the story can be found here.  Due to the running issue of tumblr and it’s unresponsive tags, I’ll be putting the taglist down in the comments.