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gingwrites · 3 years

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Untitled Vampire AU (ot7) - Part 6

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Summary: Min Yoongi gets turned into a vampire and abandoned by his sire, but is adopted by the Kim coven.

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I decided to turn my one shot about maknae yoongi teething as a vampire into a full fic. Title subject to change. I just really have no idea what to name it right now.

Pairing: Established ot6, future ot7

The next few days passed in the same fashion, Yoongi sleeping most of the day away, and during the few times he was awake, he was eating. It was still a battle to get Yoongi to slow down while drinking, giving himself a tummy ache most of the time, though never as bad as that first one. The others were content to take turns watching over him.

“Why’s he sleeping so much?” Well, mostly content. “I just want to play with the baby and get to know him!” Jungkook whined.

“He’s a baby, Kookie,” Seokjin sighed. The three maknaes had been getting a little restless lately, spending more and more time watching over Yoongi, waiting for the moment he would next wake up.

“So?”

“So? Do you not remember anything about when you changed?” Seokjin replied. “You know very well that vampire changes don’t happen instantaneously. His body is changing and it’s taking a toll on him. He needs all the rest he can get.”

“Oh,” Jungkook pouted. He wanted to spend time with the baby, but he definitely wanted him to be healthy.

Seokjin patted the seat next to him on the couch, indicating for the younger boy to join him, which he happily did, launching himself into his hyung’s side. Seokjin let out a grunt when Jungkook landed on him, but a smile still spread over his face at the younger’s antics.

“I know you really want to spend some quality time with the baby, but right now, the best thing for him is to sleep and eat. You have all the time in the world to get to know him. Have a little patience,” Seokjin soothed, pulling Jungkook further under his arm.

“Okay, hyung,” the younger boy still pouted, but this time his lip wasn’t sticking out quite as much since he was getting cuddled.

After about a week of Yoongi being with the Kim coven, Yoongi started staying awake for longer periods of time and being more aware when he was, causing the maknaes to be constantly surrounding their new baby, always wanting to be the one to hold his attention.

“So now that I think I’ve finally had a chance to process everything, I have a few questions,” Yoongi asked one night when they were all gathered in the living room after Yoongi’s feeding.

“Ask away,” Seokjin nodded, happy to see that Yoongi seemed to be accepting the fact that he was a vampire now. Maybe all he had needed was a chance to process it internally and let his body take some much needed rest.

“Okay, so I know we don’t sparkle in the sun from personal experience,” Yoongi started, glancing over at Jimin when the older vampire let out a small growl at the mention of the state he had been in when found. “But, does the sun actually kill us, or is it just really, really painful?”

“Well, you’re a baby, so the sun is more harmful to you than it is to someone older, like me,” Seokjin replied. “You’ll eventually build up a sort of tolerance to it, but that will take a while. If you were to stay out in the sun for a long period of time now, it could kill you, but it would be a super slow and painful death.”

“So you’re not going anywhere near a window or outside anytime soon,” Namjoon commanded. The others all nodded their heads in agreement. Yoongi wasn’t about to argue with them. He never wanted to feel that pain again.

“But like I said, as you get older, you’ll build a tolerance to it,” Seokjin continued. “It won’t kill you once that happens, but you can still get burned, though not anywhere near as bad and it would take a longer period of time in the sun.”

“Okay,” Yoongi nodded, taking in the new information. “Next question: I thought I was supposed to have fangs?”

Seokjin chuckled, but before he could respond, Jungkook spoke up.

“You mean like these?” Jungkook had a massive grin on his face when Yoongi looked over. Two little glints caught his eye, and Yoongi leaned over before he could stop himself. Without even thinking about it, he brought his hand up to Jungkook’s mouth and gently touched the tip of one of the shiny teeth that he’d never seen before.

“Ow!” Yoongi quickly pulled his hand back, sticking his finger in his mouth to help soothe the pain.

“You hurt the baby!” Taehyung yelled, leaning over to slap Jungkook’s shoulder.

“I’m okay!” Yoongi quickly reassured, not wanting the others to blame Jungkook or see Jungkook sad that Yoongi had hurt himself because he was dumb enough to touch a vampire fang.

“Back to your question,” Seokjin spoke up, ceasing the small slapping fight Jungkook and Taehyung had gotten into, “You will get fangs, but it’s not an overnight process. Think like an actual human baby. Their teeth come in slowly and they go through a teething process. The rest of your body has gone, and will continue to go, through changes for about the next six months or so. It’s one of the reasons why you’ve been sleeping so much lately. Your body needs a chance to recover from all the changes.”

“Okay. Can we see our reflection?” Yoongi asked next.

“Yes,” Seokjin stated simply.

“We actually used to not be able to,” Namjoon followed up. “Nowadays, mirrors are made of different materials than they used to be, but vampiric myths obviously haven’t caught up.”

“Garlic?”

Everyone but Seokjin (and Yoongi) burst into laughter, Jin’s entire face turning red.

“What? What’d I say?” Yoongi questioned, confused as to why that had been funny.

“You can blame that entire myth on Seokjin!” Jimin was able to get out through his laughter.

“Jin was allergic to garlic when he was human,” Hoseok started.

“And it somehow carried over when he was turned,” Namjoon continued when Hoseok couldn’t because he was laughing so hard. Yoongi snuck a glance over a Seokjin who was still as red as a tomato.

“Our Jinnie here is old enough to have been around when people still believed vampires and other ‘mythological’ creatures were real,” Namjoon continued the story. “The village he was living in decided he was a vampire and had captured him. They were holding him in a barn while they were attempting to set up a pyre to burn him at the stake. It was a very dramatic time if you can imagine.

“But, it was harvest season and the owner of the barn had just harvested all his crops. Jin was tied up next to a basket full of, you guessed it, garlic. His allergy is so bad that even smelling it can sometimes cause him to break out in hives and his throat to close up. Which is exactly what happened. The humans quickly figured out what the garlic was doing, but they wrongly assumed that it would kill him and that it applied to all vampires.

“Luckily, Seokjin was able to escape before any lasting damage was done, but the myth stuck and was quickly passed around from village to village,” Namjoon finished the story, much to the amusement of the others.

“I hate you all,” Seokjin mumbled, arms crossed over his chest.

“Love you, too, hyung!” Taehyung sing-songed.

Yoongi couldn’t help the small smile on his face. It was a little funny if he was being honest. And raised the question of how old Seokjin actually was, but he guessed that was a question for another time.

“Do you have any more questions?” Seokjin asked, trying to get the others to move on and leave him in peace (which he knew was never going to happen, but he loved them all the same).

Yoongi thought for a moment, thinking of all the vampire movies he’d seen in his lifetime, which surprisingly wasn’t a lot. He had never really been much of a supernatural fan, which he found ironic now.

“Super speed? Super healing? Super strength?”

“Yes, yes, and yes, though there are limitations,” Namjoon was the one that answered this time. “We’re definitely not as fast or as strong as the movies make us out to be, but we definitely have an advantage over humans. But you’ll need to learn to control both once you’ve finally finished your transformation.”

“As for healing,” Seokjin took over, “There are limitations for that as well. You have to be well fed for you to have accelerated healing, which is why your burns were so bad when Jimin found you. You hadn’t fed, so your burns couldn’t heal.”

“So what can kill me?” Yoongi asked nervously, not really sure he wanted to know the answer to that question.

“Most things that would kill a human won’t kill you,” Namjoon replied. “Besides the sun when you’re still a baby, a stake through the heart, fire, silver bullet, and decapitation. Those are pretty much the only things that humans have continued to get right over the years. You can’t get sick, and even if you’re injured, no matter how bad the injury, as long as you can feed, you’ll heal just fine.”

Yoongi nodded, taking in all the new information. He felt like his brain was going to explode. There was so much to learn, but at least he had forever (literally) to learn it all. And people who would teach him and actually seemed to like teaching him.

“Just one more question for now,” Yoongi said after another moment of processing, feeling himself starting to get tired again. “Is there anything else that’s super important to know about vampires? I mean, can we fly? Do we have special powers? Can I read minds?”

The others laughed, causing a smile to spread across Yoongi’s face at his silly suggestions.

“No, no flying or mind reading,” Hoseok laughed.

“Ooo! But some vampires do have special powers!” Jungkook bounced in his seat.

“Like Jin hyung!” Taehyung all but yelled.

Yoongi quickly turned to the older vampire, not expecting this turn of events. Seokjin’s eyes flashed purple, but he blinked and they were back to their normal brown, making Yoongi wonder if he’d just been seeing things.

“So you have special powers?” Yoongi asked, curious as to why this hadn’t been brought up before.

“Yes, I have special powers,” Seokjin spoke slowly, choosing his words carefully. “Not all vampires have powers. It’s very rare and is different from person to person.”

The room was quiet while Yoongi processed his words.

“Oh! What if Yoongi has powers?” Jungkook yelled, causing the fledgling to jump.

“He doesn’t,” Namjoon quickly spoke up, crushing any hope that Yoongi might have already had about potentially having special powers. “You know they show up once a fledgling is turned. None of us saw anything, so no powers, unfortunately. Like Seokjin said, they’re very rare.”

Yoongi had turned to look at Namjoon while he spoke, but Yoongi saw Seokjin flinch ever so slightly out of the corner of his eye at Namjoon’s words, but by the time he’d glanced over, Yoongi didn’t see anything amiss. That’s the second time his eyes seemed to be playing tricks on him. Maybe he was more tired than he felt.

“Alright, that’s enough questions for now. We can answer any more questions you have tomorrow,” Seokjin spoke up, taking command of the room. “Time for you to get back to sleep, baby. You’re barely sitting up on your own as it is.”

Before Yoongi could process it, he was laid across the couch, head in Hoseok’s lap, blanket tucked around his body, Hoseok’s hands running through his hair. Yoongi’s eyes slipped shut before anyone could even tell him ‘goodnight.’

As Seokjin washed Yoongi’s bloody thermos in the sink later that night, he kept thinking about their conversation. He still hadn’t told the others about what he had seen. If he’d even seen anything at all. He wasn’t trying to hide anything from them, but he didn’t want to cause a mess if it was all for nothing. It was just nothing, right? It had to have been a trick of the light. Afterall, no magic had manifested itself since then.

Seokjin shook his head, trying to clear the intrusive thoughts. It was nothing. It had been nothing. There was no way that Yoongi had powers, had those powers. Maybe if he kept repeating it, it’d be true.

Finally an update! I finally had inspiration for what I wanted to happen in this chapter this afternoon, so I've been working on this update since then! I hope you all like it! Let me know what you think! If you have any fluffy ideas/requests, let me know here, on ao3, or twitter/curious cat (@/yoongismandu)! I want to have a bit more 'normal life' and Yoongi adjusting to being a vampire before I get into the plot that I actually have planned for this fic.

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readyplayerhobi · 5 years

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An Essay On Why Jungkook Is A Treasure

Jungkook should not have felt the need to apologise to fans.

Jungkook didn’t need to apologise to fans because he’d done nothing wrong.

I am genuinely...so furious and upset over how he’s treated by fans, anti’s and the media. This ridiculous sweet boy who was so introverted and shy upon arriving at Big Hit that he’d cry when asked to sing or wait till everyone else had gone to bed to shower. This boy who grew from an awkward teenager into a handsome man before our eyes and in turn grew into his wonderful personality.

Jungkook spends hours of his free time composing his own songs for us that he will one day release. He spends hours making coveres of himself singing songs, he spends hours videoing his best friends and editing those videos to release them for free. He puts out his photography and let’s us in when his personality says he probably doesn’t like doing that.

Because Jungkook is not extroverted like Hoseok, he’s not outgoing like Taehyung, he’s not bubbly like Jimin. When he’s only with BTS, he comes to life because they’re safe to him. He knows he can be himself, even with cameras on him. But when he’s put into a situation where he has to interact with other people, particularly people he doesn’t know, you can see that introverted boy come back.

He stands behind everyone, he looks for Namjoon for comfort and reassurance. He practices English and has his moments of boldness in interviews but mostly sits back and simply admires Namjoon speaking. He hides behind the members to avoid being seen sometimes and gets shy when asked to speak. He goes unbelievably shy when complimented in public, trying to deflect it onto his members instead.

Jungkook ALWAYS makes sure that his members are happy. He actively looks out for them, remembers them, talks to them and does things to make them laugh. Even if it makes him look stupid in a situation in which he’s naturally not comfortable (interviews, award shows etc), he does it because if they’re laughing then he’s happy.

Jungkook is probably the least aware of his own level of fame and money given how little he seems to spend on himself. He buys things for comfort, not because they’re fashionable or expensive. He flits between so many different interests and sometimes, I think this is because he wasn’t allowed to grow and explore himself like everyone else does during those pivotal years. When others were discovering their true interests and figuring themselves out, Jungkook had to sit behind a mask and grow up in the spotlight of thousands and then millions. He’s only 22 after all! Which is why I think he seems to struggle keeping interest in anything except for music, the gym, filmography, photography and gaming.

And yet despite this, despite him being the sweetest and most endearing person, he gets unbelievable levels of hate? He gets into a small car accident (which wouldn’t even be a big deal here in the UK, like...you probably wouldn’t even call the police, just tell your insurer) yet everyone freaks out and it becomes news worthy in different countries. He hangs out with some friends and ends up in a dating scandal because people stalked him, all of which broke out when he was on the way to New Zealand?! And then he felt the need to apologise for it. Apologise for having a fucking LIFE?! He wasn’t doing anything wrong for god’s sake. He ends up in news articles when freaking anti’s trend a hashtag, not even for anything legitimate?!

He gets tattoos finally because he likes them and everyone freaks out over it. I genuinely think that he covers them on shows/TV to avoid Korean broadcasting rules but he covers them every other time because he knows that he’ll end up getting a lot of shit. Notice that Jungkook finally, FINALLY, began to use social media more last year? And then the whole scandal/s happened and he just...stopped. Again.

This just...really angers me. Jungkook is insanely talented, we all know this. BTS knows this, he knows it. But he’s not arrogant, he’s not cocky, he’s not an asshole about it. Maybe behind doors he’s entirely different, but I don’t really think someone who ALWAYS bows to fans and those older than him, who bows to a grandma in the middle of a concert, who goes into the crowd to personally meet someone in a wheelchair, who speaks so honestly and earnestly in his vlive’s and more, is truly an asshole.

I can’t attest to it, but Jungkook looks to have the same kind of personality as me to a degree. Extroverted, loud and funny when with people he feels completely comfortable and safe with but shy and awkward when around new people he doesn’t know. Which makes my heart break for him when he just gets such nastiness constantly, because I can’t imagine what it does to his confidence.

This is Jungkook, who looks at Namjoon like he holds the answer to life and the universe.

Jungkook, who finds happiness and comfort from being with Hoseok.

Jungkook, who teases and loves Yoongi unconditionally.

Jungkook, who acts like Seokjin’s real little brother who he raised for years.

Jungkook, who laughs and plays with Jimin and is always there to support him.

Jungkook, who encourages Taehyung and has such similar interests.

He doesn’t deserve to feel guilty for having a life outside of being a puppet for fans, he doesn’t deserve to have to continually apologise for just living and enjoying himself. Jungkook...you grew up before us and I finally feel that you’re embracing who YOU want to be instead of who you think WE want you to be.

All I want...is for Jungkook to simply laugh and smile and be happy without being constantly dragged for the smallest thing he does. It makes my heart hurt to think of him feeling guilty or ashamed because he can’t reach the lofty goals that have been set for him by people sometimes.

#i just have feelings about jungkook okay?#he doesn't deserve the hatred he gets #he's just...so sweet #seeing him say that he didn't think he should be happy and laughing #just because people took it too far #the poor guy must be terrified at actually dating if this the reaction to such minor things #jungkook

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snifflyjoonie · 4 years

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Operation: Jimin

In which Jimin is gently reminded that slowing down isn’t a bad thing.

Snz-centric with Jimin as the sickie and OT6 as the caretakers (with a little bit more of a focus on Hoseok and Jungkook just cus).

Word Count: 5165

a/n: Hey guys!!! Is anyone surprised this ended up taking me longer than I thought it would because I’m sure not at this point lol. Regardless, I really hope you guys like this one! It’s a bit longer than some of my normal content (actually it’s my longest fic here yet!) but I had a lot of fun working on it!! Thanks for the request, anon! Let me know what you think! Enjoy!

Jimin wasn’t the type to take breaks. He felt that if he wasn’t giving it his all 100% of the time then he just shouldn’t be doing it at all.

Out of all of the members, injuries and illnesses tended to afflict him most often due to this mentality that he had acquired over the years. No matter what they were doing or where in the world they were, Jimin would push himself as far as he could possibly go; and then, just a little bit further.

It didn’t matter how much the other members scolded him for this, whether it would be one of his dongsaengs or a hyung, Jimin was simply an unstoppable force. To the others, he seemed reckless and stubborn, but personally Jimin just thought it showed he cared. He felt he owed the fans nothing less than perfect. It was the least he could do after all — even if his body screamed at him to slow down.

Because of this, it became a regularly scheduled theme amongst the other boys to check up on Jimin frequently. They’d take turns popping into his bedroom at night, texting him in the morning, going up to him after practice and so on and so forth. Granted, Jimin rarely admitted to any ailments he potentially had when directly asked, but the others still tried to keep an eye on him regardless.

So, when Jimin came knocking on Hoseok’s hotel room door after a particularly grueling concert on his own accord and confessed to not feeling his best, Hoseok nearly fell out of his chair.

“Your head hurts?!” The older boy exclaimed, shock clearly present on his face as he leaned in closer to Jimin, almost as if he was being told a precious secret. “Is that what you just said?”

Jimin nodded, dragging the back of his hand under his nose. “Mmm, yeah.” He admitted with a small wince. “It started about halfway through the show. Do you have any headache tablets at all, hyung?”

Hoseok whipped his head around a little frantically looking for tablets, almost wishing he could just materialize the medicine out of thin air. It was so rare for Jimin to approach them for help that he didn’t want to miss the chance to lend his aid. However, he had absolutely no idea where any type of headache medication would be, or if they even had any at all.

“I’m sorry Jimin-ah, but…” He flashed his dongsaeng a sincere look of sympathy as he let out a tiny sigh. “I didn’t bring any with me this time. Have you checked with anyone else? Maybe the staff? They’re usually pretty stocked up with—”

“It’s okay, hyung.” Jimin interjected with a small shake of his head. His bangs were still a little damp with sweat and they slipped into his line of vision before he raked his hands through his hair, pushing them back into place. “It’s not that big of a deal. I just thought I would ask you, is all.”

Hoseok frowned deeply at this, his bottom lip jutting out in disapproval. He mentally kicked himself for being unprepared, even though he knew deep down there was no way he could have possibly predicted Jimin’s request.

“Well...okay.” He finally said after a moment, choosing his words carefully. “But if you need anything else or it doesn’t go away you let one of us know, alright?”

Jimin nodded, pressing the back of his hand hard into the base of his nose. Hoseok raised an eyebrow.

“You promise?”

“Yeah hyung I—I!! hih!”

Hoseok watched on as Jimin took a sudden sharp intake of breath and squeezed his tired eyes shut. He swiveled ever so slightly away from the other before dipping down with a sneeze that he forcefully tried to stifle against the back of his hand.

“hI’NXgt’huh!—ah, sorry...” His apology came out on his exhale and he blinked hard before clearing his throat and finishing his train of thought. “I promise.”

Hoseok’s brow wrinkled at the new congestion present in Jimin’s voice but he decided not to comment on it, instead choosing to fold his arms across his chest.

“Alright, well...good.” He eventually mumbled, not at all believing Jimin’s unconvincing pledge. “I’m probably going to head to bed, Jimin-ah. Maybe you should, too.” He blew a breath out of his nose before adding, “You worked really hard today.”

“Mmm, thanks hyung. So did you.” Jimin brought the sleeve of his hoodie up to cover his nose and mouth, sniffling slightly into the soft fabric. “Bed sounds like a good idea. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

Hoseok couldn’t stop himself from frowning again as Jimin shuffled his way out of the room. Something just seemed off about him, and if Hoseok knew any better, he’d probably bet that Jimin was getting sick — especially if his sneeze was anything to go by.

Without thinking twice, Hoseok quickly pulled out his phone and created a new group chat with the members — one without Jimin — and shot them all a slightly frantic text about what had just transpired.

Just like Hoseok assumed, the other boys were just as surprised as he was by Jimin’s headache confession. It was just so unlike him and instantly made alarm bells go off in each of their heads.

They spent the next few minutes messaging back and forth about what they should do and who should do what when Jungkook pointed out that Jimin suddenly went live on one of their broadcasting apps. Hoseok could barely keep up with the sudden explosion of texts that followed.

Quickly the rapper opened up his app and tuned into Jimin’s broadcast, immediately being met with his smiling, albeit tired, looking face. Jimin was staring fondly towards the camera, Hoseok assumed trying to read the absolute flood of comments that were fervently whipping past the screen at an alarming rate. He was surprised at the sheer volume of people that had flocked to the broadcast as it was nearly pushing 1am, but of course, they had fans located far and wide — time never seemed to be much of an issue to them. Besides, it was just about 3pm in Korea… the fans back home were probably excited to see Jimin go live and hear about how things had been going so far during their overseas tour.

Hoseok sighed to himself and kept watching with a wrinkled brow. He ignored the near constant stream of texts from the group chat as Jimin’s live continued. He knew the others were all tuned in now, all keeping a watchful eye on the dancer as he continued talking about what they had seen and done so far on tour. Hoseok couldn’t help but wonder if Jimin’s sudden live was because he was feeling lonely — or maybe even homesick?

He sighed again. Every few minutes or so Jimin would twist away from the camera to cough lightly into a fist before answering another question or choosing a new comment to read aloud.

“‘Oppa, please stay healthy!’ Ah, yes, thank you.” Hoseok watched Jimin giggle cutely and bring a knuckle up to rest just below his nose. “Staying healthy on tour is important. I promise we all do our best to...to keep our conditions…” He trailed off slowly, his voice low, before suddenly sucking in a ragged breath.

“hA’TSshhiew!”

The sneeze dipped him forward and made his eyes pinch closed. The broadcast shook along with him — due to his inability to keep his phone steady through the sneeze — and made the comment section instantly flood with ‘bless yous’.

Jimin straightened back up and laughed at himself, pressing the back of his free hand against his nose almost sheepishly. Hoseok was just barely able to make out a blush that was starting to dance across Jimin’s cheeks.

“Aaaah, ‘bless you, bless you.’ Yes, thank you…” Jimin giggled slightly, responding to the comments with English before attempting to continue where he had left off. “Anyway,” he cleared his throat. “we all do our best to stay healthy. That’s what I was saying.”

Hoseok’s phone buzzed again and pulled his focus away from the broadcast. Quickly he clicked out of the live and back into the group chat to recap what he’d missed with a tiny huff of frustration at Jimin’s display.

“Is it just me or does he look a little pale?” Namjoon had said.

“Not just you, I see it also.” Seokjin replied. “Come to think of it, he looked sort of pale earlier, too.”

“ARMY is asking him to stay healthy...do you think they’re thinking the same thing we are?” This time it was Taehyung who spoke up.

“Mmm, that didn’t sound too good.” Hoseok could almost hear Yoongi’s disapproving tone at Jimin’s sneeze through his text. “Hoseok-ah might be right, I think he’s coming down with something.”

“I’m going to go in there.”

The four frantic “Jungkook!!!” texts that followed had been what caused his phone to buzz so loudly just a few seconds prior. Hoseok couldn’t help but scoff. Interrupting Jimin’s live was a very Jungkook thing to do. He didn’t think it was such a bad idea, though. If anyone could convince Jimin to shut off his live and get some rest it would be Jungkook.

Hoseok quickly switched back to Jimin’s broadcast in the hopes of catching the maknae’s arrival.

A knock on Jimin’s hotel room door was loud enough to be heard on stream and the man quickly turned his head in its direction.

“Who could that be…?” He whispered under his breath before calling out a slightly hoarse, “Hello???”

There wasn’t a verbal response and instead the doorknob rattled a little ominously. Jimin pushed himself from his bed with a tired sounding “aigoo” and made his way to the door, phone still held in his hand as the broadcast continued on.

He looked through the peephole a little hesitantly, but instantly relaxed when he saw who was on the other side. He threw his head back and laughed, bringing a sleeve-covered hand up to hide his mouth as he did so.

“Jungkook-ah!!!” He yelled through the door, his volume definitely too high for 1:30am, “Yah!!!”

Jimin was playing up his reaction a little bit for the camera, that much was obvious, but he still hoped it would make the viewers smile.

He unlocked his door with haste and folded in on himself with squeaky giggles when he caught a glimpse of the goofy face Jungkook was pulling.

Jungkook wrinkled his nose and smiled wide at the reaction, unable to stop himself from laughing along. Jimin’s laughter was so contagious it was always hard to keep a straight face, especially when the dancer threw his whole body into it.

“What are you doing here?” Jimin eventually choked out as his laughter began to fizzle. He couldn’t stop himself from coughing against his wrist before continuing. “Shouldn’t you be in bed? It’s getting late.”

“I was watching your live.” Jungkook said with a shrug, gesturing to the phone still held up in Jimin’s hand.

“Oh, really?”

Jungkook hummed in affirmation before turning his attention to Jimin’s phone.

“Hello everyone!” He waved with a warm smile. “It’s getting close to 2am here, it’s been such a long day.”

“Almost two?” Jimin sounded genuinely surprised as he whipped his head around to glance at the digital clock on his bedside table. “Really? I didn’t even realize.”

“You’re still on Korea time.” Jungkook joked, “I think we all are.”

Jimin hummed in agreement, even though they’d been in America for a week already. It was always hard to adjust to the new timezones, especially with all the travelling that was involved during a tour.

“...Aaah, maybe I should head to bed?” Jimin mumbled under his breath — mostly speaking to himself as opposed to Jungkook — but the other still nodded in response anyway.

“That’s probably a good idea, hyung. We should—”

“hI’TTSCHhh!”

“—should get some rest.”

Jimin rose back up from his sudden sneeze, the back of his hand firmly pressed against his nose. He glanced towards his phone a little sheepishly, this time choosing to ignore the onslaught of ‘bless yous’ that quickly began racing through the chat.

“Mmm, alright…” Jimin murmured against his hand, letting out a tiny sigh. “I think I better end the video for now.” He paused for a moment and attempted to read some of the comments before adding, “Ahh, I know Jungkookie just got here, but...he’s right. It’s getting late! I promise I’ll log back on and talk to you guys soon, okay?” He smiled sincerely, always endeared by the outpour of love they received. “Sleep well, everyone. I miss you. Bye~!” He jerked the camera in Jungkook’s direction and the youngest member immediately smiled wide.

“Bye~! Bye, bye, bye! See you soon!”

Jimin clicked off the video with a tired sigh and immediately let his shoulders slump.

“I wasn’t paying attention to the time.” He murmured, bringing his sleeve up to rub at his nose. “It’s...pretty late, huh?”

Jungkook hummed in agreement as he folded his arms across his chest. He looked Jimin up and down for a moment, watching as the older boy fidgeted under his gaze.

“Are you feeling okay?” He asked after a second, fully expecting Jimin to brush him off like he normally would. Instead however, Jungkook couldn’t stop a look of shock from creeping onto his face as Jimin rubbed circles into his nose with a single knuckle.

“Actually, no.” He admitted. “Not really.” When the other didn’t immediately say anything back Jimin quickly explained himself. “It’s just been a long day, you know? I have a headache and my throat is a little sore, but I think it’s just from the concert.”

“And the sneezing?”

Jimin blushed. “It’s uh...allergies, I think.”

Jungkook pursed his lips but didn’t argue further. He shifted his weight from one foot to the next.

“Well...make sure you get some sleep, hyung. Don’t stay up anymore, okay?”

Jimin nodded, a sleeve-covered hand once again cupping his nose and mouth.

“Are you going to head back to your room?”

“Huh? Oh I mean...yeah I was planning on it.”

“Okay, well...Goodnight Ggukie.”

Jungkook blinked at him for a moment, still half standing in the doorway. Jimin really did look run down, and if Jungkook wasn’t mistaken, he had almost sounded...disappointed. It was like the idea of Jungkook leaving upset him.

“...I can stay here tonight, hyung.” The singer spoke up after a moment, doing his best to catch Jimin’s eye. “If you want me to.”

“Oh, I mean, would you want to?” Jimin asked with a wet sniffle, poorly hiding the way the suggestion instantly made him perk up. “I mean you’re already here, and it’s late, and I’m sure you’re tired, so maybe it’s a good idea…?”

Jungkook nodded, chuckling slightly. “It’s settled then. Let’s go to bed before it gets any later.”

Jimin smiled wide with a quick nod and scurried off to get ready as Jungkook pulled out his phone. He opened back up their group chat, scrolling past the others texts about Jimin’s second broadcasted sneeze, and hurriedly typed up a message.

“Something is definitely up. I think he might’ve caught a cold. He told me his throat hurts and he still has that headache...I’m going to stay here tonight and keep an eye on him. We’ll see you guys in the morning.”

His phone dinged with responses from the others; praise from Seokjin for getting him to turn off the live, worry from Hoseok who had also seen the state Jimin was in earlier, approval from Namjoon at his choice to stay with him, etc.

Jungkook clicked off his phone with a small huff of breath and shuffled his way further into Jimin’s room. He briefly stared at the cot that sat tucked to the side of the hotel wall before ultimately making his way to Jimin’s king bed and climbing in. They’d shared a bed in the past so he wasn’t too concerned, and when Jimin crawled in next to him without a word of protest a few moments later, Jungkook knew he wasn’t too concerned about it either.

“Thanks for staying, Ggukie.”

The younger boy heard his hyung mumble, his voice low and crackly with sleep and hoarseness.

“Mmm, yeah hyung.” Jungkook murmured back, rolling himself over and extending a hand out to rest between Jimin’s shoulder blades. “Sleep well.”

He listened for a response but instead was met with tiny, congested snores. He smiled to himself and wiggled just a little bit closer to the other, draping his free arm across his thin waist before letting himself slowly slip into a deep and comfortable sleep.

Jungkook blinked his eyes hard as he shifted himself over, vaguely aware of the presence of someone lying next to him. Still foggy with sleep, it took him a full minute to remember he had spent the night in Jimin’s bed.

Slowly he opened his eyes, squinting against the bright rays of sunshine that poured into the bedroom. Jimin was turned away from him, still snoring lightly as Jungkook stretched his arms above his head and did his best to stifle a yawn.

Normally, Jimin was an early riser. He enjoyed the morning time, and was one of those rare types of people that felt more happy and energized the earlier they got up. He tended to spend a little extra time on his appearance, more so than some of the others, so waking up early was a must if he didn’t want to end up late. (Easier said than done normally, but the thought was there.)

When Jungkook checked the digital clock next to him and saw 9:23am flashing back, he felt nervousness start to bubble in his gut. Normally Jimin was up long before nine. In fact, he was usually the one to come knocking on hotel room doors during a tour, especially for the more slow moving members — namely Taehyung and Yoongi.

“Mmm, hey...Jimin-hyung…” Jungkook’s voice was rough with sleep as he placed a hand onto his bandmate’s shoulder. “You okay? We should probably get up…” He shook the other gently, being met with a low, protesting groan in response.

Jungkook let out a breathy chuckle at first — Jimin wasn’t one to whine in the mornings usually — but abruptly stopped when Jimin’s groans morphed into coughs that wracked his small frame.

“Woooah, hey, hey, hey…” Jungkook, now wide awake, quickly moved his hand from the other’s shoulder and instead started to pat his back gently. “Sit up, hyung…”

Jimin did as he was told through his coughs, flipping himself onto his back before hoisting himself up into a sitting position. Jungkook sat up with him, doing his best to hold the man steady as he directed his last few coughs into a balled up fist.

Jungkook couldn’t stop himself from frowning as he finally got a good look at Jimin’s disheveled appearance. He looked worse off than yesterday, his skin tone much paler than usual with dark circles that clung hauntingly beneath his eyes. There was a distinct wet sheen on the underside of his nose and the very tip had started to turn a light, delicate pink.

Without saying a word, Jungkook carefully slipped his hand beneath Jimin’s bangs and pursed his lips at the heat he felt.

“Hyung...you’re kinda warm.” He murmured.

For a second it looked like Jimin had something to say back, but instead his eyes lazily fluttered shut and he sucked in a sharp, ragged breath.

“hA’TChiew! ‘PSHhiuew!—huuh.”

He tipped forward into his lap, barely giving Jungkook enough warning to pull his hand away before the pair of sneezes came tumbling out of him.

Jungkook couldn’t stop his forehead from wrinkling with concern as Jimin sniffled noisily against his hand.

“Sorry, Ggukie.” He grumbled, clearing his throat. “‘Scuse me.”

Jungkook shook his head. “No, no hyung it’s really okay, you didn’t get me. Honestly I’m just worried about—”

“It’s 9:30am already?!” Jimin quickly cut Jungkook off when he caught a glimpse of the digital clock. He leapt out of bed before Jungkook could object and rushed into the bathroom to shower and start getting ready for the day.

Jungkook puffed out his cheeks and let out a long breath as he listened to Jimin occasionally cough from behind the bathroom door. He groggily reached for his phone and flicked it on, immediately being met with a multitude of texts from their makeshift group chat — appropriately renamed “Operation: Jimin” overnight by Hoseok.

He took a brief moment to catch up on what he had missed as he raked a hand through his hair. Most of the texts were questions about how Jimin was doing, if things had gotten any better, if they were awake yet, etc. It even seemed like the others had made a plan on what to do if his condition hadn’t improved overnight. The texts made Jungkook crack a small smile; the energy their bandmates brought when one of them was feeling under the weather was always admirable and sweet.

Quickly Jungkook typed up a reply, filling the others in on what had transpired so far that morning as well as letting them know about the dancer’s new budding fever. He wasn’t too surprised when a flood of replies started coming in — the others clearly having been waiting for some sort of update — and put his phone down when the messages started to get a little overwhelming. He still wasn’t fully awake yet and besides, the others already seemed to have some type of plan; all they needed to know was that him and Jimin had woken up.

With another small sigh Jungkook finally rolled out of bed. He rested his hands onto his lower back and stretched himself out, grunting a little in the process when a sudden knock at the door made him pause. He raised an eyebrow in questioning and glanced first towards the bathroom door. He could still hear the shower running and didn’t want to rush Jimin, so he made his way over to the door to see who it could be for himself.

Jungkook glanced through the peephole curiously, unable to stop a smile from creeping across his face at the sight he saw. Both Namjoon and Seokjin were hovering outside of Jimin’s room patiently. A large plastic to-go bag was clenched tightly in the eldest’s hands and Namjoon had two drink carriers in his. Both boys were dressed comfortably; Seokjin in a pink hoodie with the hood pulled up and his glasses on and Namjoon in an oversized black t-shirt, beanie, and shorts.

Jungkook hurriedly pulled the door open without hesitation, greeting the two boys with his giant, bunny-like smile.

“Hey, Ggukie.” Namjoon smiled back, extending one of the drink carriers in the youngest’s direction. “Would you mind grabbing this?”

Jungkook quickly obliged as Seokjin walked past him into the room and immediately began pulling out to-go boxes from his bag.

“What’s all of this?” He asked inquisitively, his gaze following Namjoon as the rapper made his way inside, setting the drink carrier down carefully.

“Did you read our texts?” Namjoon asked, searching through the drinks for his own.

“I...skimmed them.” Admitted the younger as he set the second carrier next to the first. Namjoon reached out and ruffled the maknae’s sleep-tousled hair as he pulled his vanilla latte from the second carrier.

“Jin-hyung and I went and picked up breakfast like...what, hyung — thirty minutes ago?”

“I’d say so.” Seokjin agreed as he continued to arrange the various banchan they had ordered neatly around Jimin’s small hotel table. “Give or take ten minutes.”

“We were just waiting for you two to wake up.” Namjoon explained, extending a warm matcha latte in Jungkook’s direction to which the other gratefully accepted. “Hopefully the food’s not cold. Hyung…?”

“Nope, it’s perfect.” Seokjin answered with a smile as he began rummaging through the bag for utensils. “The boxes were insulated well.”

“Perfect.” The leader nodded, his dimples creeping cutely onto his face before he took a small sip of his drink. “We sent the other’s out for medicine. They should be here in…” He squinted down at his watch. “Well. Now, actually. And...Jimin?”

“Oh, he’s in the shower.” Jungkook hurriedly explained, setting his drink down to go and help Seokjin. “I’m sure he’ll be finished soon. I think he feels badly about sleeping in.”

“Yaah, that boy.” Seokjin tutted, handing Jungkook a wrapped up container of warm jjigae to open. “Leave it to Jimin to feel badly about getting sick.”

Jungkook hummed in agreement before another knock at the hotel room door pulled him from his train of thought. He glanced over just as Namjoon pulled it open and the three final members shuffled their way inside.

“Hey guys, Jin-hyung’s almost finished setting up breakfast. I have everyone’s drink orders just on the side table there…” Namjoon explained, patting each of the members on the shoulder as they walked in and taking the plastic medicine bag from Hoseok. “Did you find all the medicine okay? Any issues?”

“We found everything on your list, hyung.” Taehyung smiled happily as he pulled his banana smoothie from the drink carrier and handed Yoongi his iced Americano. “Hyung’s English has improved a lot.” He added, gesturing to the oldest rapper who flushed slightly at the compliment.

“I wouldn’t go that far…” Yoongi mumbled sheepishly, taking a long sip of his drink as the others giggled at him.

“Where’s Jimin?” Hoseok asked as he looked around the room expectedly, his caramel macchiato gripped tightly in one hand. Aside from Jungkook, he had been the only member to have actually seen Jimin the night prior. It left him with pangs of worry most of the night, and he didn’t sleep very well because of it. He wouldn’t admit it to Jimin when he finally saw him, but everything the group had organized for this morning had actually been his own idea. Jimin was usually the first to catch on whenever he wasn’t feeling well himself, so Hoseok felt it was the very least he could do to show his gratitude. Especially after feeling like he had failed Jimin the previous night when the other had come to him during his search for headache tablets.

“Oh, he’s—” Jungkook started to re-explain Jimin’s absence, but was abruptly interrupted.

“Hh’ITTCHhiuew!”

All six boys turned in the direction of the sneeze to find Jimin standing in the bathroom doorway still bent at the waist in the aftermath. His hands were cupped tightly around his nose and mouth and his hair was still damp from his shower.

“—Uh, right there, actually.” Jungkook finished as Jimin slowly rose back up with a congested-sounding groan.

The members all stayed quiet as they watched Jimin scrub tiredly at his nose, his eyes squeezed shut in irritation. It took a full beat before the dancer finally opened them, his expression instantly switching from that of irritation to one of surprise as he realized everyone was gathered in his room. It would have made the others laugh if it weren’t for the circumstances.

“Oh? Hello?” Jimin blinked in shock, his eyes darting between each member. “What’s going on…? Jungkook?” He turned towards the maknae but Jungkook simply shrugged in response and took a long sip of his drink.

“Hey,” Namjoon began with a smile as he made his way over to the dancer, extending the last drink in his direction. “This is for you. Honey-Lemon tea. It’s good for a sore throat.”

“Oh, uh...Thank you.” Jimin murmured shly as he accepted the drink. “Did...Jungkook tell you that I-I-I’m—hh!” Quickly Jimin fumbled his drink back into Namjoon’s hands as his breath began to catch. He twisted himself as far away from the rapper as he could possibly go before dipping down into his hands with another sneeze that he did his best to suppress.

“hh’NGXt’shiew!”

“...Yeah, he told us. Hoseok-hyung did, too.” Namjoon smiled sympathetically. “Bless you.” He offered in English, passing the tea back to the other once he had straightened himself up.

“Ugh. Thank you, sorry.” Jimin grumbled as he scrubbed at his nose with his free hand. “You all didn’t have to do this...I know everyone is so busy and we have a lot to do and I just—” He sighed, defeated. “I think it’s just a cold, that’s all.”

“Well I mean, it doesn’t matter if it’s a cold or the flu or if you’re just feeling run down.” Yoongi spoke up, crossing his arms across his chest. “If you don’t feel well, you don’t feel well. It’s not your fault for that.”

“Mm, yeah, hyung is right.” Taehyung added with a nod. “I think it’s important to know when to slow down, regardless of the reason why. It’s a hard lesson, but one I think people should take the time to learn, anyway.”

“Myself included.” Yoongi scoffed, being met with a few “me toos” from some of the others in response.

“A lesson we could all learn.” Seokjin reaffirmed, turning his attention back to Jimin. “Jimin-ah. I bet you’re hungry.” He smiled when the other gave a small nod in response. “What do you think? Should we all eat up? Before the food goes cold?”

“That...would be great, hyung.” Jimin smiled in appreciation, his eyes crinkling up into crescent moons. “Thank you, guys. Really.”

The others all made noises of approval at his response before clamouring their way to the food table. It had been awhile since they had eaten Korean food due to being on tour and they were excited to see Seokjin and Namjoon had found a place to order from near the hotel. Jimin was especially looking forward to it, because on top of everything else, he was feeling a little homesick. He always tended to get a bit homesick on tour, and if he managed to get himself sick that feeling would only amplify tenfold. Eating Korean food may not have been the cure for his cold, but it would definitely help cure him of his homesickness.

“Jimin-ah?”

Jimin turned in the direction of his name to find Hoseok standing before him, a small package of medicine held tightly in his hand.

“Hyung? Are you going to get some food?”

Hoseok hummed, “Yeah, in a second. Just...here. I wanted to make sure I gave you these.”

Jimin glanced down as Hoseok handed him a pack of headache tablets and smiled to himself.

“We bought a few other things for you that I want you to take later, but…” He trailed off, and instead threw a hand around Jimin’s waist. “For now? Let’s eat.”

“Yeah.” Jimin echoed with a warm smile. “Let’s eat.”

#this one is a DOOZY #but i really really enjoyed writing it #i hope you all like it too!!!!#mine #bts sickfic #sick!Jimin #bts snzfic #bts snz

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bangtan-madi · 4 years

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All Of Our Lifetimes — Five: Requiem

Pairing — Taehyung x Reader

Tags — boyfriend!Taehyung, husband!Taehyung reincarnation au, lovers to strangers and to lovers again, established relationship, implied soulmate au

Genre — fluff, angst, crime (ish)

Word Count — 2.5k

Summary — Does love ever truly end, or does it simply take another form in a new life? The cycle is like clockwork: your lives end and you’re reborn again. You’ve lived it over and over. Each cycle, one of you loses your memories and is tragically unaware until the other finds and awakens their lover. After all these eons, all these lifetimes, is it possible to find each other again—even when neither of you awakens with your memories?

Part — 5 / 15

Warnings — language

A/N — Taglist is open! Comment, message, or ask and I’ll add you to the roster :) (Also I’m a freakin’ moron and forgot to post on Wednesday night like usual, which was yesterday. So enjoy this late chapter lol!)

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The first person you text is Namjoon. To you, he was the obvious choice. Friendly, open, and the first of the members to accept you into their enclave. It wasn't anything in particular, just saying hi and reminding him of who you are and that you were looking forward to tomorrow.

Not two minutes later, he replies and invites you to join a group chat he'd just created for you and all seven members.

"This way, we can all keep in touch!" he says. "DMs are fine, of course, but if we all wanna get to know each other, group chats can be a lot of fun."

He wasn't wrong. The remainder of Sunday evening is spent texting the members. On the way home, while you cook a quick dinner, and when you're relaxing before bed. They're flooding your messages with all kinds of hilarity. Jungkook and Hoseok are a fan of memes, while Yoongi seems to prefer the straightforward communication that gifs provide. Jimin and Namjoon adore emojis, and Jin sticks to his usual bad dad jokes. Taehyung replies to a question every now and then, but for the most part, he's absent from the conversation.

"You're awfully quiet, Taehyung-ssi," Jimin teases half-way through a conversation on whether or not mint ice cream is edible.

"I'm working, but you guys are blowing up my phone so it's hard to concentrate."

A sigh slips out as you reply, "You can put your phone on vibrate, Taehyung. Really, we won't mind. Or at least I certainly won't."

His response is speedy. "Okay. I'll talk to you all tomorrow."

Namjoon sends you a private message. "Don't let him bother you. He can get like this when he's focused. He doesn't do well with things distracting him."

"Yeah...you're probably right."

"Oh, I definitely am!"

"Hey, thank you again for everything. Except for Kim Taehyung, I really feel at ease with everyone. I feel like we're going to get along great at the set tomorrow."

"My pleasure, [Y/n]. I really wanted to avoid you feeling like more of an outsider than you probably already do. Being in a new country, even if you speak the language, can be scary. I've been to enough of them to know that there's no place like home...but maybe we can make it a bit easier."

A smile spreads across your face at his genuine spirit and pure kindness. "You have, big time! Each of you is really fun to be around. Honestly? I can't wait for 'Run' tomorrow! Can I ask where we're going? I didn't see a production report yet, and Director Hyeon hasn't responded to my email."

"We'll probably knock out a few episodes in one night, and I think we're closing down the Seoul Museum of Art. They're going to close a bit early so we can have it to ourselves. The games we have planned will happen there!"

You turn your eyes away from your cell phone at the mention of the museum. Recalling what happened over the weekend, returning to that place doesn't seem like a terrific idea. But then again, if you are there with Taehyung, maybe the two of you can finally talk about what you see in your dreams.

Maybe, just maybe, you can get those answers.

Your resolve strengthens a little bit, and a new message comes through, one not from the group chat or Namjoon. You click out of your conversation with the leader and check the notification.

"Who are you?"

The question is blunt and straightforward, coming from the second-youngest member via a private chat. You open the message, and your fingers hover above the keyboard for a few moments.

"Hi Taehyung. What do you mean?"

"I know we've met before. I can't remember where."

You bite your lip at his statement. So you were right; he does have some sort of familiarity with you, too. Now, to figure out just how much.

"Have you been to a concert before? Or a fan-sign? Maybe you worked on the set of Hwarang?"

"None of those. I actually didn't listen to much of your music before recently, and I've never been to a concert or fan-sign. And I've never worked on any set before."

"You weren't a fan of BTS? Even though you applied to Big Hit?"

"Nope. Actually, my roommate Milo was the Bangtan superfan. I heard of you guys through her, and then of Big Hit. I applied because I wanted to live in Seoul. It's been my dream all my life. Big Hit just happened to have the job I wanted in the ideal location. Call it fate, I guess."

A half-truth, but it will have to do for now.

"I know. I remember. Your gut feeling."

You pause, your fingers halting mid-type. How did he already know about that? You hadn't mentioned it in either the group chat or in the earlier conversation. In fact, the only person you'd mentioned the gut feeling about Seoul to was—

"I have to go, sorry. I'll see you at the museum tomorrow. I think you know the way."

The museum looks almost spooky after the sun begins to set over the buildings that touch the sky. Downtown Seoul is as beautiful as ever as the bright oranges and pastel pinks bathe the exteriors of each in brilliant colors. If it weren't for the thirty or so Big Hit employees rushing about, you might've stood at the entrance for much longer than thirty seconds.

But the moment you're on-scene, you go to work. One of the producers flags you down, offers a brief introduction, and tells you where to hide the English words.

"Have you seen what we did a few episodes back, eighty-seven and eighty-eight?" he asks, shoving a stack of stickers into your hands. "When we put Hangul all over the Oil Tank Culture Park?"

You shake your head, offering a sheepish smile. "I haven't...exactly watched too much 'Run.'"

The producer waves it off. "Just run around the building and stick these wherever you think seven boys may or may not find them. Feel free to go crazy. We have fifteen minutes to get everything set before filming starts. The boys should be here soon. So, go! Once you're done, come back here. While they're running around, you can help me with the grading system."

"Grading system?"

"They're going to make sentences with the words they find. Since you know English the best, you can award points to each word based on difficulty in using."

A smile spreads across your face. "Got it! Sounds fun."

You speed off into the museum, weaving past the sound and lighting crew that are attempting to set up. Several of the museum staff have also stayed behind to give guidance, and you're relieved that the boys and company have the entire building to themselves. This wouldn't be possible during daytime hours when the public is here.

You begin sticking several dozen stickers along the walls, on the frames of pieces of art, on the marble floor. Basically, anywhere you can reach. You cover the Van Gogh exhibit with difficult words like "effervescence" and "halcyon," along with colorful words like "lilac" and "vermilion."

The further into the building you move, the fewer and fewer people you see. Once you've passed the room of modern art and approach the Winged Victory of Samothrace, there's no one in sight. Down to your last few words, you slip into the dimmed hallway and turn the corner.

Winged Victory is just as you remember. Tall and beautiful and haunting. The statue is still so familiar to you. Looking at the base, you can almost see the body of the woman from your dream. Right before you and Taehyung started running for your lives, this was where a murder occurred.

You flinch at the memory of the blood, but something else inside you is pulling you out of the room and towards the fountain. Last time you saw it, you ran from the room and left the friendly acquaintance behind. Part of you wonders what he must've thought. Surely, you looked like you'd seen a ghost.

But you might as well have.

Your feet tip-toe on the marble. The boys have most certainly arrived, and the filming has started from the sound of it. Their crazed and excited laughter fills the echo-y halls. Seeing as there aren't any stickers this far into the museum, you take your chances and continue moving deeper in. The producer could wait just a few more minutes, couldn't he?

The last of the sunlight ricochets across each panel of glass in the dome ceiling, greeting you with shards of light skewed in every direction. Like fireflies dancing together, they bring an almost magical aura to the open space, one very different from the horrors of your nightmares. The columns are made of ever-moving fire, and the fountain is made of glittery stars.

As you stand in the doorway, your throat drys and tightens. Seeing this place again, no matter how different, brings back the memories you can't explain. Are they even memories? Surely, that has to be what they are. But from when or from whom, you can't explain. They're a requiem for someone you hardly know.

Does Taehyung know the answers? Does he know more than you about this event you keep playing over and over in your mind? He's been in your dreams ever since you were a child, as a version much older than you were then and even older than you are now. Who has just one dream their whole lives, unless the explanation is that he has that dream, too?

You shake your head at the absurdity of it all. "What am I doing here?" you murmur, running your hand through your hair.

"Are you okay?"

The deep voice behind you causes you to jump and spin, eyes wide as you spot a familiar face at the entrance to the fountain. Taehyung stands with his hands in the pockets of his pants, his head tilted as he observes you.

"Holy shit, don't sneak up on people!"

The brunet smirks a little and shrugs. "Didn't mean to, sorry. You were staring off into space and didn't even hear me walk down the hallway. And it's hard to be quiet on marble floors."

"God, sorry, I didn't mean to snap." You run your hands over your face. "This museum has...some strange memories for me. I thought coming back here would help, but I think I've made it worse."

"How do you mean? I thought you hadn't been to Seoul before?"

"I haven't. It's complicated." Your eyes flicker to the corridor behind him. "Where's your cameraman?"

"I ditched him, told him I was running off to the restroom. But I didn't see you anywhere, so I figured you'd be back here."

Eyebrows pulling together, you reply, "How'd you figure that?"

"Well, you seemed really freaked out last weekend. You ran out of here like a ghost was chasing you. I was honestly worried until I saw you at Big Hit the next day, and you seemed fine, so..."

He trails off, and the realization of his words hits you. "Wait...shit, were you the one I was talking to both times I visited here this week? The one in the hoodie and mask?"

Taehyung nods, though there's a tiny line between his brows that shows he's as confused as you are. "Yes? I thought you knew that from day one, when you spoke to me at the Van Gogh exhibit."

Shaking your head fervently, you spout, "No! Not at all. I had no idea, honest to god. I just thought you were shy or introverted or maybe had a tough time talking to girls. I never, ever thought you were..." You gesture to all of him.

His brown eyes widen as he steps closer and out of the doorway. "Wait, really? You had no idea."

"None!"

He chuckles softly, turning to gaze at the fountain as the sunlight fades to soft blues of night. "I'd assumed you knew who I was. You were so open and friendly to a perfect stranger. I thought you'd recognized me."

"Not at all," you retort. "I was being nice and friendly because there was something about you that was so damn familiar. Kind of like this whole place, actually. I don't know. I can't explain it."

Taehyung nods and runs a hand through his curly locks. "I won't lie, there's something off about this place for me, too." He shifts his attention from the fountain to you. "You weren't lying about anything you said before, were you? About you being called to Seoul and not knowing why?"

You lock eyes with him as you reply, "I promise, everything I said was true."

"Then why did you run away?"

A heavy sigh slips out, and you sit down on the water fountain's edge. Looking into the water to your side, you run various ways to go about this disclosure. Blunt truth? A comforting lie? A bit of both?

"[Y/n]?"

"I've had this...nightmare, ever since I was a little girl. Ever since I could remember. It's always the same. I'm running for my life with someone I know that I care deeply about. We're trying to escape a murderer who's closing in behind us. He's just slaughtered one of our friends and he's coming for us."

You pause to take a breath, and Taehyung takes that pause to sit beside you. He doesn't say a word, only waist patiently for you to continue.

"We're eventually trapped. The man with me tells me to run while he distracts the murderer. Of course, I don't listen. There's a fight. We're both injured. And we both die."

There's a pregnant pause in the air before Taehyung hangs his head and murmurs, "That sounds horrible."

"I haven't told you everything," you reply. "I'm afraid I shouldn't...but what the hell." You gesture to the space around you. "In my dream, the entire thing is set here, in the Seoul Museum of Art. Our friend was killed at the base of Winged Victory. The fight happens among these columns. And the man and I, we die in this very fountain, bleeding out from gunshot wounds."

You turn to face the man beside you, seeing his eyes shift from his feet to yours as his head tilts slightly. "And every time, it's the same three people besides me. The same woman at the base of Winged Victory, the same murderer with a gun, the same man that this nightmare-version of me loves. I have no idea who the first two are..."

In your hesitation, Taehyung says, "But you know the last one."

Nodding, your knuckles turn white as you drip your knees. Here it goes. All or nothing. No turning back now.

"I do. He's—"

"—Me."

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kasey9395 · 4 years

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BTS ON STAGE: THEN vs NOW

After watching the 2 HYYH concerts last night at BangBangCon D1 (whew, those Floor Seats were tough to get), I realized some interesting things that I probably knew before but didn’t consciously register it into my thinking. I was excited, as I’m sure many newer ARMYs were, because this was the first time we would be seeing some of BTS’ older concerts. Yes, I’ve seen countless clips from them but I’ve never seen one (pre-Wings era) in its entirety, so I was curious to see how the boys performed ‘back in the day’ and compare it to the juggernaut performances we are witness to today. Did they improve? Did they always slay? Did the songs connect more with the fans? I was intrigued.

Just for reference –

HYYH on Stage (SK) : 27th – 29th November, 2015.

SK Olympic Handball Gymnasium (cap. 5000)

HYYH on Stage – Epilogue (SK) : 7th & 8th May, 2016.

Olympic Gymnastics Arena (cap. 15,000)

Yes, these 2 concerts were roughly 5 months apart….Just 5 months.

Here goes:

1. What they wore: Five months between these 2 concerts. F.I.V.E. And the difference in concert attire quality was staggering and probably indicated just how much of a boost the HYYH era was to BTS and BH in terms of finances. We know they were still struggling well into 2015 but to see it manifest in this manner, I don’t know, did something to me emotionally. For HYY, The boys had just 3 wardrobe changes (+1 with just a jacket added). Yes, their clothes looked cool (I loved their fashion concept for this era) but the quality in what they wore sometimes was blaring. It was so simple. Fast forward those five months to May 2016 and their attire and jewellery was more of the glitz and glamour we know the boys to have.

2. Jungkook really…I mean REALLLLYY grew into his own in terms of stage presence and performing on stage at their own concerts. The Jungkook I know, absolutely owns the stage when he performs so I was a little taken aback watching HYYH as I felt his timidity and a bit of awkwardness at times on stage. But boy did that fly out the window in HYYH: Epilogue. Here, I saw the JK I know. Confident, cheeky, comfortable. I guess it just made me appreciate him more as I realized this natural charisma on stage we get today wasn’t always that natural to him.

By extension, I could also see a visible improvement in the comfort level of all the boys in being on stage in HYYH: Epilogue vs HYYH. They were all more playfully interactive with each other and their confidence level seemed like it sky-rocketed in those short 5 months.

3. Jung Hoseok was always…ALWAYS the King of the Stage. I mean, 2013, 2014, 2015, 2019…it does not matter. J-Hope’s stage presence has always been top notch, bar none. I felt from him then what I feel from him now. And, after seeing them live, I can say without a doubt, Hobi should be everyone’s ‘concert bias’. That man simply owns a stage.

4. BTS has always had stellar live vocals in concerts. It’s that simple. No explanation needed.

PS. Geez do I miss Tae’s husky growls in songs.

5. This is just my personal opinion from what I felt last night, but I could almost tangibly feel a shift in their on-stage aura when they performed their more hip-hop oriented songs. It was almost like they were more comfortable performing that area of their discography. They truly came alive then.

6. Min Yoongi’s passion on stage while performing is always 100% true and ‘felt’. That man bares his soul every single time he raps.

7. BTS’ aura needs a big stage to unleash its full potential. Yes, it’s true they will always own every stage they step on no matter its size, but seeing them in on that HYYH stage made me feel like they were restricted because I know what they can do when given the physical space to do so.

8. Their goals for their careers were so ‘within the box’. I can now better understand why they were so emotional in playing at Citifield…a STADIUM…in a country outside of ASIA.

Ultimately, these concerts have shown just how far these boys have come, further than they ever thought possible (and that is no exaggeration), just how hard they have worked for every single ounce of success they have achieved, just how much they have earned that success and last but certainly not least…that when it comes to a stage, there a few in this this world, if any, that can even come close to their dominance.

#bts #bangtan sonyeondan #bangtan boys #jimin #jungkook #suga #min yoongi #BTS v #taehyung #RM #namjoon #jhope #hoseok #jin #bangbangcon #bts concerts #hyyh

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insfiringyou · 5 years

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BTS - One Night Stand with Suga

Contains: Smut. Angst. Flirting. Fingering. Oral sex. Face riding. Vaginal Sex.

Set a year after his break up with our headcanon girlfriend, Jeong-sun, and around one month after the (straight) threesome with J-Hope and a stranger in England.] Yoongi has sex with an African-American woman he meets in a bar.

Find out all about our headcanon universe, plot and characters here. To read each member & their girlfriend’s headcanon universe fics in order, follow the links here: RM / Jin / Suga / J-Hope / Jimin / V / Jungkook & Our full masterlist can be found here

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The low hum of nondescript pop music drifting out of the speakers did not distract Yoongi from the leather-bound book in his hands. He flicked through the pages of the diary casually, occasionally stopping to pencil in a few key dates; Hoseok’s birthday in February, then a two week trip to Taiwan in March. The flicker of somebody taking off their jacket at the table behind him caught his eye and he locked eyes briefly with the tall, dark-skinned woman seated alone a couple of meters away. Being an early Tuesday afternoon, the small bar was almost deserted. Tucking her light blue denim jacket over the back of her stool, the woman smiled before climbing onto the seat, turning her gaze downwards. The rest of her attire was understated and formal; a cream coloured patterned blouse and plain black trousers covered her curvaceous body. She looked as though she had finished work early and had come straight from the office.

Yoongi turned back to the bar as the waiter came over and asked whether he wanted to order any more drinks. Glancing at the empty tumbler on the wooden surface which had held a double shot of whisky half an hour before, he shook his head. He had only stopped for an hour of peace and quiet to reflect on the schedule management had given him earlier, outlining the group’s plans for the next two months before their next break. The bar was a short walk from his apartment, in a side road off the bustling sidewalk of the main high street, and somewhere he had been frequenting more and more in the past six months whenever he wasn’t on tour. While he never stayed for more than a couple of drinks, it got him out of his silent apartment which had suddenly begun to feel too big for him. He had come to dread days off, when the afternoons and evenings seemed to drag on and on.

He frowned at the page beneath his pale hand as something was placed beside him with a small tap on the wood. He looked up to find the waiter putting another glass of whisky down in front of him. Locking eyes, the older male smiled and nodded behind Yoongi.

“She asked that I bring you this.” He said, making Yoongi spin around automatically to see who he was referring to. Once again, he met the gaze of the woman seated at the small, round table and pointed to the glass with a frown. She shrugged, a sweet grin pulling at her full, pecan coloured lips as she raised her own glass in the air, saluting him in a cheers. Out of the corner of his eye, Yoongi noted the waiter retreat discreetly into the store room, leaving them alone and, with a surprising lack of hesitation, drank the liquid in one, long gulp. It coated his throat like honey, warming his stomach pleasantly as he slid off his stool and walked over to her curiously, tucking the leather diary in his pocket.

“Are you sure it was for me?” He asked with a small, apprehensive smile.

She shrugged once again. “You looked lonely.” Her voice was warm and slightly accented, a hint of toying coquetry in the tone. He felt his stomach grow pleasantly warm at the sound; it had been a long time since anyone had flirted with him and even longer since he had flirted back.

“I was just thinking.” He explained simply, honestly.

“Lost in thought?” Her lips tugged upwards playfully and he noted the dimples in her cheeks.

He paused. “You’re Korean is really good. Where are you from?”

Smiling at the compliment, she tapped the table lightly, encouraging him to join her. He moved silently onto the stool. Up close, he could smell her fragrance; a mixture of jammed fruit and warm musk.

“Boston.” She replied.

Yoongi flashed a small, toothy grin. “The Red Sox are great.” He slipped into English without really thinking and her face lit up at the comment, making her dark eyes sparkle.

“You speak English?” She asked.

He shook his head but the smile remained. “Not very well.” Casting his eyes downwards, he switched back to his native language but she did not seem disappointed.

Pressing on, she leaned forward slightly on her elbows. “Do you come here often?”

“Only when it’s quiet.”

“Am I disturbing you?” She suddenly sounded a little apprehensive.

“No.” Yoongi looked up. “You’re quite refreshing.”

There was the trace of a smile still on his lips and she tried to read whether he was being sarcastic in his tone of voice. She sensed no malice, but pressed on nonetheless. “Because I’m black?” She asked, raising one arched eyebrow. There was a moment of hesitation as he understood the implication of her words. She noticed his face flinch very slightly, as though taken aback by the accusation, but he covered it well for her sake and she felt herself relax.

“Because you approached me first.” He explained honestly, speaking slowly. “How did you know I liked scotch?” He gestured over to the now empty bar, where the glass tumbler stood.

She smiled automatically. “Just a feeling…” It was the truth. He had already finished his first drink by the time she had arrived twenty minutes before. There was a warm but slightly embarrassed pause between them before he spoke again.

“Do you teach English?”

She nodded. “I try.” With a smile, this one less bashful, she ran a finger along the edge of her cocktail glass. The liquid inside smelled both zesty and bitter. “I work at the Yeoksam elementary school in the mornings.”

He watched as she took a sip of her alcohol. “How are the kids?” He asked, his voice sounding simultaneously casual and interested.

She smiled against the rim of the glass. “They always ask to touch my hair.”

Laughing gently, he allowed his eyes to briefly roam over her array of tight, off-black curls. They were beautiful, framing her dark, dewy skin like a fan, but he found his mind casting back to his own childhood, growing up in a homogeneous part of Daegu and found himself grimacing internally. “Do you mind?”

She shook her head, sending the ringlet spirals bouncing. “No. They’re just kids.”

She finished the last dregs of her drink and Yoongi nodded towards the elegant shaped glass. “Do you want another drink?”

She placed the tall flute on the table. “I’d love a gin and tonic.”

Placing his hands flat against the table for support, he moved from the high seat. “Hendricks or Bombay?”

Grinning. “Hendricks.”

He nodded once before heading to the bar which was now occupied by a few groups of suit-wearing men, clustered in groups of twos and three, clearly enjoying a late lunch break or an early break from work. He came back a few minutes later, clutching two glasses and a bottle. She poured her own tonic water into the glass of gin as he sipped his dark whisky.

“Have you ever been to the UK?” He suddenly asked, looking up from his glass.

She shook her head. “No, why?”

He shrugged casually. “If you like gin, there’s a lot of variety.”

“When did you go?” She asked, inquiring.

“A month ago.”

“Did you meet the queen?” She smiled drily.

He matched her tone, glancing at her cooly. “I’m not that important.” As he said it, it occurred to him for the first time that she hadn’t seemed to recognise him. At least, if she had, she was being very casual about it compared to most people he met. While he was often spotted when out with the group, he found that he could often slip under the radar when he was alone and dressed down.

She flashed her teeth, breaking the indifferent tone of the conversation. “What’s your name?”

“Yoongi. You?”

“Michelle.” She smiled. “Are you going to have another?” Her gaze flickered to his finished drink before looking up.

“Are you?” He asked. His eyes were wide but his voice suggested he was giving her the authority to make the choice on his behalf.

She shrugged. “I’m not at work tomorrow.” Sliding from her chair, she finished her drink in two sips. “We could pick something up on the way home.”

He glanced at her, sensing the flirty tone in her voice and the implication of her words but wanting to be sure. After all, Korean was her second language. “Is that an invitation?” He asked. “Does it mean the same thing as in Korea?”

She smiled, her expression full of mirth. “What does it mean in Korea?”

He shrugged offhandedly, deciding to be blunt in his explanation. “That we fuck.”

Michelle pulled her denim jacket from the back of the chair and slid it back on over her high-necked blouse. Reaching over onto the spare chair, she picked up her handbag before turning back to Yoongi who, standing beside her, was a fraction shorter. He didn’t seem to notice or mind. “I might let you eat me out.” She smirked as they walked across the room. He laughed in reply, flashing his teeth and gums as he held the door open for her.

***

They had decided, in the end, to go back to his place with it being closer. Stopping first at the small liquor store around the corner, she had insisted that he buy the cheapest beer, confirming his suspicions that she was clueless as to who he was. As he took them to the cash registers she tugged at his shirt sleeve.

“How do I know you’re not a serial killer?” She quipped.

He turned to her, a six pack of beer in his arms. “You don’t.” He thought for a moment. “We could get non-alcoholic beer if you’d prefer?”

Her lips turned upwards in a wide grin. “I’d rather take the chance.”

After entering his apartment, they headed straight for the sitting room and took their places next to each other on the two-person sofa, their covered knees touching.

“What do you do for a living?” Michelle asked curiously, snapping off the ring pull on her can of Stella Artois.

“I produce music.” He answered simply, sipping at his own can.

“You must be successful.” She looked around the room, eyeing the sheepskin rug and large television. “You’re place is really nice.”

He shrugged noncommittally. “I do okay.”

“What were you doing in Europe?” She glanced at him as she sipped her beer and noticed a moment of hesitation as he spoke.

“Touring. What made you come to Korea?”

She smirked. “I like seafood.”

Laughing, he turned to face her fully, his expression warm. “Is that all?”

She sighed a little but otherwise remained dispassionate. “I had a Korean boyfriend. We broke up.”

Yoongi found himself thinking of Jeong-sun despite himself and felt something pang in his chest. It felt as though a low, minor chord had been struck on a piano. It had been a year, and he wondered idly when it would stop hurting to think of her. He shifted on the sofa, a little awkwardly and took a sip of beer.

“You didn’t want to move back home?” He asked, feeling the unpleasant sensation in his torso begin to ebb away.

She shrugged and smiled. “I like it here.”

“That’s good.” He murmured, finishing the can and placing it down on the coffee table in front of them. There was a moment of silence, not entirely uncomfortable, between them, before she let out a small, breathy laugh.

“You’re not in any rush are you?” She smirked.

He looked at her. “For what?”

“To fuck me.”

He grinned a little bashfully. “I didn’t know if you were being serious.” He admitted. He had been open to things either way. It was nice to be alone with a woman, after so much time.

“I don’t say things I don’t mean.” She taunted, finishing her own drink. “Don’t you find me attractive?” Her long, mascara coated eyelashes battered a little.

He shrugged at her first point. “I just wanted to get to know you first.” Realising she might take his body language to be in reply to her question, he pressed on. “You’re beautiful.” He finished, his voice casual, as though simply stating a fact.

She couldn’t help but grin, her shoulders relaxing into her body. “So are you.”

There was another pause as he moved closer to her, a little tentatively, bridging the small gap between them. Moving his head to the side, finding the right angle, he pressed his lips, slightly open, against hers. She kissed him back, capturing his lower lip and sucking on it sensually. Her hands found his shoulders and held him still against her as he massaged her lips over and over. Snaking his arms around her waist, he pulled her into him until their torsos touched. The kisses were slow and unhurried as they enjoyed each other and eventually, she pulled away from his lips.

“You’re a good kisser.” She whispered, her breath warm against his face.

The ghost of a smile touched his lips. “I like kissing you.” He admitted before moving back in, a little more forcefully. Her tongue touched his as they moved together; brushing and massaging him. Despite the increase in pressure, the pace remained leisurely; opening his eyes slightly, he captured her tongue between his lips and sucked it gently. She let out a whimper in reply and, when he let her go, she pressed her lips to his cheek softly.

“So…” She murmured, her voice low. “Are you going to show me where the bedroom is?”

He nodded against her skin and got to his feet, pulling her up with him and leading her down the hall. He opened the door to a medium sized room, simply decorated with plain white walls. A few black and white art prints hung from the walls; the bed was made up in crisp, pale blue sheets. She didn’t question why he had clearly taken to her to the spare room; the space had a blank, un-lived in quality to it, and he didn’t comment on it. The truth was he hadn’t realised where he was heading until he already got there. Rationally, he might have dismissed the move as making more sense since he had not left his room that morning in the neatest of ways. But deep down, he knew that taking her to his own bed felt too intimate. The spare room was like a blank slate; it was the only room in the entire apartment which did not had any significant memories attached to it.

They walked over to the bed and sat on the edge, their lips moving back together immediately as she brushed her hand over his clothed crotch, rubbing back and forth gently, working him up. Feeling him slowly growing stiff beneath her fingers, she smiled and squeezed the outline of his length lightly, delighting in the way his breath hitched in his throat. He remained silent as she slid off the duvet to crouch in front of him; collected as she unfastened his jeans and edged them down his slender hips. Nestling closer between his thighs, she massaged his covered cock a few times, admiring the stiff shape of the outline pressed against his tight boxer shorts, before tugging the waistband down to free him.

He gazed at her submissively, as she moved closer and took him in her mouth, gliding her lips and wet tongue along him slowly, leisurely. He allowed her to work him, her mouth steadily growing a little quicker as she applied more pressure against his cock. Her hand grasped him steady and his lips popped open in a silent moan as she paused to trail her tongue gently along his testicles. He watched, passively, as she took him back into her mouth and pulled him in deep. His breathing grew increasingly breathy as she sucked him; her lips felt amazing around him and the moderate pace of her movement allowed him to feel and savour every sensation she caused with her cheeks, lips and tongue.

“That feels good.” He whispered, his fingertips brushing the dark spirals of her hair lightly, holding it back from her cheeks.

“Do you want me to go faster?” She asked, slipping him out with a pop and gazing up at him from between his thighs.

“No.” He muttered and caressed her cheekbone gently. “I like it like this. Can you keep going?”

She nodded with a smile, pressing her lips against his tip before sinking back onto him. She kept her movement steady and worked him for another few minutes; savouring his quiet, throaty whimpers. Eventually, he reached forward and encouraged her to stop, touching the sides of her face gently and leaning forward to kiss her. His mouth opened against hers, not squeamish enough to care that he was tasting himself on her tongue. She moaned into his mouth as they stood up in unison and pulled each other closer. He eased his jeans and boxer shorts from his legs completely and pulled away to step out of the pool of fabric.

“Can you excuse me for a moment?” He murmured.

She nodded. “Yeah.”

He left the room to walk down the narrow corridor to his own, meaning to get a condom. As he pushed open the wooden door, the fact that he had not invited her into this space once more crossed his mind, particularly as it would have been more convenient. He reached into the bottom draw of his bedside table and searched through the jumble of contents; phone charger wires tangled like strings of spaghetti and he pushed past them to get to the back. The small box of condoms had not yet been opened but he checked the use by date on the bottom regardless. They had been bought a long time ago with the purpose to be used with someone else. He shook the thought from his mind as he glanced into the open draw and fished out a pale blue bottle of lubricant, this one opened more recently to be used on himself when he masturbated. He didn’t think he would need it, but it wouldn’t hurt to offer.

When he re-entered the spare room, the woman, Michelle, was unfastening the delicate gold chain which hung around her neck. She placed it on the empty bedside table and moved under her blouse to unclasp her bra, sliding the straps off under the cuffs of her shirt. He walked over to her and placed the pair of objects down on the table, beside the round medallion of her necklace. Her hands immediately moved to his shirt and unfastened the buttons as she kissed him. Easing the sleeves away from his body, she encouraged him onto the bed and crawled on top of him, her lips never leaving his as he ran his hands along her sides, under the sheer fabric of her blouse, to brush her ribcage before moving down to her trousers. He unclasped them easily and pulled away from her lips to glance at her body as he eased them down her thighs before moving to her plain, sensible underwear. She allowed him to remove both garments completely but protested as he grasped her hips and arse keenly and began to guide her lower body to his lips. Se let out a small, breathy laugh.

“I know I said…” She paused, suddenly feeling a little embarrassed at her forwardness in the bar. She didn’t need to explain what she was talking about, she saw he understood. “But you don’t have to.”

He shook his head gently beneath her, the implication that it didn’t bother him obvious but, when she didn’t move, he gently tapped his lips with his fingers twice, his palm flat against his face, encouraging her to straddle his face. She couldn’t help but laugh at his eagerness, feeling her heart race in her chest. She wasn’t usually insecure about her body, despite the few extra pounds she was carrying, but the prospect of her straddling his face and him tasting her after only meeting a few hours before suddenly seemed imposing.

“Have you done it before?” She asked cautiously, shuffling forwards slowly; her bare crotch hovering over his stomach then chest.

“Yes.” He replied in English without really thinking and grasped her hips, pulling her a little roughly the rest of the way until her pussy was resting against his lips. She gasped a little in surprise as his mouth opened against her without delay, coating the length of her slit in saliva as his tongue ran along her inner folds. Moaning, she grasped hold on the headboard to steady herself as his tongue probed into the tight opening of her cunt. His hands moved from her fleshy arse, under her blouse, to cup her bare breasts. She moaned, snapping her head back as his thumbs played with the hard nubs of her nipples. He continued to pleasure her as he eventually returned his hands to her waist and encouraged her to move against him, moving her back and forth across his lips and tongue; licking and sucking her clitoris with the perfect amount of pressure, with barely a pause for breath.

“Fuck. You’re really good at that.” She couldn’t help but moan loudly as his tongue returned to her cunt, circling the tight ring of smooth skin before dipping inside.

She was soaking wet by the time he finally eased her away, sliding her blouse from her skin and flipping her gently onto her back. Pecking her lips, once, he moved back down between her parted thighs. Her pussy was slick against his tongue as he captured her clitoris between his plump lips, flicking it with his tongue before applying more pressure. Feeling breathless, she watched him; admiring the way his long eyelashes brushed his cheek as he closed his eyes, making him look dreamy and beautiful. She gasped loudly and his dark eyes snapped open, meeting her gaze across her naked body. Maintaining eye contact, he stuck out his tongue and licked a line along her entire labia, trailing upwards along her impeccably neat strip of dark pubic hair and over her stomach and chest until he reached her hard right nipple. He licked around the bud, circling her espresso coloured areola, before capturing the nipple in his open mouth.

“I don’t think you’ll need the lube.” She quipped as he moved to the other nipple. He smiled against her skin as he let her go and kissed her on the lips once more, his teeth pressing against her gently. Pulling away, he sat on his knees and reached over to the box of condoms on the table. He removed the cellophane carefully, a little frown playing on his face as he initially struggled to the pull the little tab to open it, his bitten finger nails too short. Michelle watched him eagerly, her lips parted as she felt the pleasant trickle of her own juices from between her thighs. He succeeding in opening the box and pulled out a square wrapper. Automatically, she reached for the condom, slipping it from between his fingers and pulling it open. He allowed her to roll it down his length gently, being careful to check it was in place before she leaned back down and guided him to her. He pressed his body against hers and looped his arms beneath her parted thighs, holding her close as he pressed his tip to her opening. Reaching down, she held her slick folds open for him, gasping as he filled her.

He started fairly slow, pushing his hips against hers and kissing her as they moaned in unison, but quickly found a comfortable pace. She captured his lower lip between her teeth and tugged it gently, watching as his eyes fluttered open to gaze over her face sensually.

“Does it feel good?” He asked after a few minutes, pulling away from her lips.

“Yes.” She gasped beneath him. “You can go harder.”

He nodded and nestled himself closer to her pelvis, pulling himself out of her almost all of the way before snapping back into her body. She swore under her breath in English and, the next time he felt her clench around him deliciously, he joined her in Korean.

“Do you want to go on top?” He eventually asked, moaning against her lips. She had started to touch her clitoris delicately and he sensed she was finding it hard to reach her high in their current position.

“Yeah.” She murmured gratefully as he slipped out of her and they re-positioned themselves, him rolling onto his back. He grasped his erection, adjusting the condom slightly, as she aligned her hips against him and sank onto his cock. Propping himself up on his elbows, he watched her ride him with parted lips; his eyes occasionally flickering closed in pleasure. He knew she was close after a few minutes, the friction of her clit dragging deliciously against his crotch bringing her to her high. She gasped a string of curse words as she came; placing her palm flat against his bare chest to steady her trembling body as her orgasm rippled through her.

“Are you okay?” He asked as her breathing slowed. He brushed her sensitive clitoris gently, delicately, with two fingers.

“More than okay.” She smiled, gasping. “Are you close?”

“Not long, I promise.” He gasped as he felt her cunt clench around him; her drawn out climax squeezing him. “Are you okay to keep going?”

She nodded. “As long as you need.” She licked her lips as she began to grind her hips once more, a little more clumsily in her exhaustion. A glimmer of sweat stood out on her upper lip and forehead. It didn’t take him long to follow. Grasping her hips tightly, he let out a beautiful, gaspy moan as he rocked her body against him, his eyes snapping shut momentarily as he felt his release.

She waited until he had stilled beneath her before he rolled off him gently. His eyes flickered open at the loss of contact and he blinked a few times, reaching for the condom. She touched him delicately.

“Let me get that…” She murmured, slipping the thin piece of latex from him carefully before knotting it off and dropping it into the small bin by the side of the bed. She leaned forward and kissed his chest as he pulled her into him, their breaths equally strained and heavy. She felt herself begin to doze against his warm, comforting skin and had to force herself to open her eyes.

“Do you want me to go?” She asked, not really knowing how long they had been cuddling like this.

“Stay…” He murmured against her dark hair, his lips pressed against her firmly.

***

The apartment was pleasant and warm in the morning. He had switched on the radiators at some point in the night and grabbed the spare blanket from the closet. They showered separately in the morning; with him showing her how to work the taps in the bathroom.

“I don’t know how you take it.” He muttered as she entered the kitchen, fully dressed. They had slept in until gone ten o’clock and, now, the bright, midday sunlight streamed in through the windows.

“Two sugars.” She glanced at the mug of coffee he had made her, resting on the marble counter.

“Do you have any plans for your day off?” He asked, handing her the cup and taking a sip of his own.

“I’m going to Incheon to meet some friends.” She blew on the liquid, cooling it down. “How about you?”

“Nothing special.” He placed his mug on the counter top. “Do you need a ride there?”

She shook her head. “No, I have train tickets booked.”

“What time does it leave?” He asked.

“About two hours.”

“I can take you to your apartment.” He offered.

She smiled pleasantly. “That would be nice, thanks.”

He hesitated. “Can I take your number?”

“Yeah.” She replied immediately but, as they exchanged devices to input their numbers, a moment of silent realisation seemed to pass between them and Yoongi understood that, while she would reply to his texts if he messaged her, they would not meet again. He wasn’t sure whether he was saddened by the prospect. While she was sweet and beautiful and funny, and the sex had been beyond good, he wasn’t sure whether he was ready to seriously date again. He knew he should be; a year was a long time to some, but the thought made him sad nonetheless.

The journey back to her apartment took an extra ten minutes longer than anticipated. There was unexpected roadworks along two of the major streets, but they had left with plenty of time to spare. He glanced at his Rolex as he tucked his black Hyundai against the curb.

“I hope you enjoy Incheon.” He said as she unbuckled her belt.

“Thanks.” Smiling, she leaned forward, meeting his soft lips. He kissed her a couple of times, his open mouth gentle against her, before they pulled away in unison.

“Goodbye.” She said as she opened the car door and stepped out into the street. He watched her enter the block of apartments, making sure she was safely inside before he pulled away from the sidewalk and re-joined the traffic. Making a last minute decision, he took a left turn instead of a right, wanting to avoid the noisy, clinking sound of drilling from the road workers. He turned down a couple of narrow side streets before pulling back onto a wider road. He drove for a mile before he realised, consciously, where he was. Just in time, he took a quick glance to his left and watched as a couple of store fronts rushed by. The one in the centre boasted a cross-shaped neon sign above the canopy and he wondered, vaguely, whether Jeong-sun was currently at work. He quickly turned his gaze back to the road, refusing to allow himself to linger on the thought.

***

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haven-raven012591 · 5 years

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Just One Day

Intro: Soul Mates happen Anywhere

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The following are the stories of when “Just One Day” becomes the beginning of what could be a lifetime. Seven boys brought together by fate would be brought together with seven ordinary girls by fate again. When these boys were brought together in 2013, they only had dreams. As they rose to fame they began to dream of more. Now six shorts but very long years later they are not only the most well-known “Idol” group in Seoul, South Korea but the world. They are known by their fans as BTS. And BTS know their fans as ARMY.

The Seven men of BTS are Kim Seokjin, Min Yoongi, Jung Hoseok, Kim Namjoon, Park Jimin, Kim Taehyung, And Jeon Jungkook. Some of the men have stage names and others don’t. Kim Seokjin is simply known as Jin. Min Yoongi is simply known as Suga, there are more than a few theories as to how he got this stage name. Jung Hoseok is known as J-Hope his stage name came from ARMY, he is the eternal hope for both BTS and for ARMY as well. Kim Namjoon is simply known as RM a shortened version of his original stage name Rap Monster Jimin is just Jimin he has no stage name. Kim Taehyung is known simply as V. And finally, there is Jungkook who like Jimin and somewhat Jin has no stage name he is simply Jungkook. As you have noticed there is an order to the names, the names are put in order of age.

Let’s being with Kim Seokjin he is the eldest of the group of men and is the one Army Refers to as “Worldwide Handsome” this is a self-imposed nickname, but it is true. From his deep brown eyes to his amazing singing voice to his broad shoulders Jin is indeed Worldwide Handsome. Jin is one fourth of the vocal line of BTS and is one of the ones with the best voices. He was picked up in a street audition to be the Visual of the group. Which meant that he was the best looking out of the guys. He had a series on YouTube or Vlive, not sure which was simply called, Eat Jin. You watched him eat and talk about food He is the one that loves to cook out of the group and the guys will tell you that he is the best cook between them. He even owns his own restaurant in Seoul. He was brought up with his mother and father along with a younger brother. One of the best things about Jin is his work ethic when it comes to his dancing. When BTS started out he was one of the ones that needed the most help. Now six short years later he has improved so much and is just as good as some of the others. Jin had deep brown eyes, a tall frame with broad shoulders, just black hair that was short. He has very plump and kissable lips. He had long graceful fingers that helped him when he was playing the piano and guitar.

Grace is the best chief in the city and has two restaurants to manage because of that. She is the sole provider for her family of three. Her parents are very poor in health, her mother has fibromyalgia which is a muscle and nerve condition and with her age it is hard for her to do much. Grace’s father worked all his life and is now taking it easy in his golden years as his health beings to decline. Grace is an only child but is very well loved by her parents who insist she do something she loved instead of doing something as a “job”. They paid for her to go to cooking school and now she is repaying them by making sure she does everything for them. Grace was beautiful she was about 5’5, jet black hair, which made her navy-blue eyes pop and made her look like some eerie magical woman. She was thinner with curves in all the right places. Her light tanned skin just made her features standout more. All in all, she was very beautiful inside and out. She was warm and kind with the side of if you screw with me and my family or friends, I will murder you in your sleep. She took no shit from anyone; she also knew how to pick her battles.

Min Yoongi or Suga as he is known from his fans is the next oldest. He is one third of the Rap line of BTS. In fact, he is one of South Korea’s fastest rappers, I believe he is third in the country. He has the stage name of Suga because of his position when he played basketball, he was a shooting guard. Yoongi is the best producer out of the group and that is what he wanted to do for the company that he is under contract for. He is often considered cold and distant, but once you get to know him you know that his demeanor is only like that because he doesn’t trust others so easily. Just like Jin he is very handsome he has deep brown eyes, short grey/blonde hair, very kissable lips. He is one of the shorter members, but he still had long legs and broad shoulders. He has very long graceful fingers and large, strong hands. He has the talent to play the piano as well as sing. His singing voice might not be as strong as the vocal line but don’t let that fool you, he has a very deep voice when singing with a lisp. He was raised in a family of five, mother, father, older brother and a brown poodle named Holly. He is very warm hearted and very kind; it just takes a lot for him to trust people. He still loves to play basketball whenever he has the time.

Sura is one of the girls you can’t figure out. Every time you think you know her inside and out, she will turn the tables on you and show you why you don’t know a damn thing about her. She is the oldest of three, her little brother Jake was what was coined by one of her best friends coined as a big/little brother. Which meant that he was younger but taller. Sura was in herself about 5’3, with long dark brown hair with burgundy streaks running through it, she had deep hazel eyes that could look anywhere from brown to blue as long as you considered the color of her shirt or the weather. Sura’s little sister Mary was the reason Sura had become a nurse. When their mother passed having Mary and left them all alone Sura raised Jake and Mary as best she could. Right now, she was learning how to handle a job and still balance a life that she wanted to live. Jake was now in college and was helping her as much as he could. Sura wanted to do one thing other than helping people she wanted to be a writer and after work she walked to the park to spend a few hours in private to work on that.

Jung Hoseok, J-Hope or Hobi as he was known as his fans and friends is the third oldest. He was the sunshine and life of the party when it comes to BTS. He is loving and kind and warm hearted and just a beautiful soul to be around or see on stage. He is the best dancer in BTS hands down, it is simply amazing to see him dance the way he does. He is now BTS’s choreographer, he is also one third of the rap line of BTS. He is one of the ones that you must watch out for he has this very bright and beautiful personality, but he is one of the most amazing rappers of the group. His rapping style is just as bright as he is, you can tell by his tone of voice. He has deep brown eyes, short black hair, plump kissable lips. He is about medium height and has the dancer’s body that is long and lean. His family is a family of four. His mother and father, older sister and him. He is what we like to call a big/little brother because he is younger but taller than his sister. He has a beautiful singing voice as rapping his heart out. Hoseok is the one that lives and breathes dancing and you can tell when you watch him.

Hikari is an up and coming dancer. She is the best in all her classes and can go toe to toe with her teachers. She has long and beautiful red hair, she is tall and fit and has the long legs of a dancer. She has these eerie and amazing arctic blue eyes. You can tell her Native American heritage from looking at her. She has the deep tan that most Native Americans have the blue eyes and red hair come from her Scottish part of herself, that she got from her father. Hikari’s name made it very interesting to be who she was and have her two heritages, her name means light in Japanese. Her father told her that her mom had loved being an “army brat” growing up and that was why she had her name. Hikari had moved and because of her father’s business she was able to focus on just her dream. She was one of the most beautiful girls in her class and even though the guys were all after her she didn’t really have time for them. She was a dancer first and a woman second. But she was strong and was kind and sweet and everyone said she lit up a room when she walked in. She was this tough take charge and take no shit sweetheart that everyone loved.

Kim Namjoon or RM now, he was first known as Rap Monster but decided to change it because he didn’t want to come off as that aggressive. He is the leader of BTS and is fluent in English. Namjoon is the tallest of the group with very long legs and long arms. He is a little clumsy naturally but it’s ok because it makes him relatable, his nickname is god of destruction given to him by the other guys in BTS. He tends to break things sometimes. He is one of the smartest people that you will ever meet. His IQ is 148 but please do not hold that against him because he doesn’t use that to look down on people at all, nor does he act like he has that high of an IQ sometimes. He has brown eyes, short light brown hair, kissable lips and a set of dimples to die for. He is sweet and very relatable. He has a unique voice; he is the last one of the rap line of BTS. His mother and Father and his little sister. Namjoon is the one in 2018 spoke to the United Nations as part of BTS’s and UNICEFs Love Yourself campaign. He loves to read and has done so for a lot of years. He comes from a family of four as well.

Isis is just as her name suggests an Egyptian Goddess, or that is what her mother and older brother has told her all her life. Her mother and her bother are the ones that have raised her to be her own person. She has long curly blonde hair that is off set with her very caramel colored skin tone. She has deep brown eyes that almost look black. She is tall and thick; she has curves and is a very beautiful person inside and out. She is the top of her class in college with a very impressive IQ herself. She is the one that other go to when they have a problem. She is almost always seen with a book in her hands and wireless earbuds in her ears. She was the first in her class in high school and was the one that spoke at her graduation. Her speech had everyone in tears and when she finished, she got a standing ovation. She is now in college to be a psychologist and is currently on the fast track to have her own practice when she graduates. She has a very protective and but is a sweetheart when you break her outer wall down.

Park Jimin is the angel of BTS he is what is the start of the Mankae line or the youngest line. He is the second-best dancer of BTS. He is also one fourth of the vocal line like Jin. Jimin has a very soft and sweet voice that is different than the other four vocalists in BTS. He has short black hair; he has long legs which is a nice contrast considering he is the shortest of the group. Just like Hoseok he has the dancer’s body that is amazing to watch move. He has brown eyes but unlike the others his are most likely to be covered up by color contacts. Which means he could have any eye color on the planet which somehow matches his personality. He is very sweet, very kind, he loves animals and his friends he is a cuddle bug, you just can’t say that enough. He has very plump lips and besides his voice those are the feature you see first. He has a very cute giggle and is just an amazingly sweet guy. He is from a family of four. His mother, Father and younger brother. So, he knows how to be a big brother. Jimin is very hard on himself when he doesn’t need to be, can you say perfectionist? Just like Hoseok too he lives and breathes dancing and you can tell.

Aria was just as beautiful as her name. She is an only child and is the apple of her grand-parents’ eyes. Her parents where killed in a tragic accident when she was a baby and it was a miracle; she survived the accident herself. She had been told all her life that she could do anything that all she had to do was believe in herself. But she found that hard to do. When you are 5’0 and all you want to do is dance but you have no rhythm at all it seems like just one battle after another to her. Her grand-parents’ had done everything that they could to get her not to give up on her dream. They knew she could do it all she needed was one person, one teacher to tell her that she was going to do fine. She was short but she had long legs, she had curves and looked like a doll sometimes. Her jet-black hair, porcelain skin and hazel eyes made her look like something men could only dream of. She was as sweet as they came but with that sweetness came a bluntness that some loved and some hated. She had decided that she was only trying one more time and then she was really working on college. This was to be the last chance at her dream.

Kim Taehyung or V as he is known to his fans. He is the middle Mankae, between Jimin and Jungkook. He has deep brown eyes that almost look black, short dark brown hair that’s very curly or wavy and very kissable lips. He has a very deep voice when talking or singing, he can hit the high notes though don’t let that deep voice fool you. He is one the tallest in BTS. He is very sweet and very unique. He has a very different way of looking at the world that is very childlike but not childish. He is still a very pure soul even to have traveled the world like he has. And that is one of the best qualities about him. He is one of the vocal line of BTS. He loves taking pictures, looking at art. He is very fashionable his nickname is Gucci boy, because that is what he likes to wear, and it looks very good one him. He is from a family of five. He has a Mother, Father, a younger brother and a younger sister. He loves animals especially his little puppy tannie who is like the mascot for BTS or at least all of their babies. He loves going to art museums when he was time off. His favorite artist is Vincent van Gogh.

Yuki was amazing at her job, very few years she had managed to become the curator of the art museum she had loved to visit as a kid. She knew art like the back of her hand, and she loved being around it all day. It didn’t matter if she was getting new pieces for the museum or she was looking at things she had seen a million times she loved it all. She was trying to acquire something special for a few weeks to allow new blood to come to the museum and fall in love with art. It needed to be soon so that people could see the beautiful and importance of art and especially art in school for children. She had shoulder length bright white blonde, it looked amazing next to her pale skin. It when well with her bright hunter green eyes and her red lips. She was about 5’6 and she had curves. She had this very take charge personality, but she was still very sweet. And they only reason she had to have the personality was so that the men that worked under her would respect her. She had a very innocent a loveable side to her. She was quiet and saw things that others couldn’t see sometimes. Her Mom and dad and her sister loved that about her, and they loved that she loved her job.

Last but certainly not least is Jeon Jungkook known as the Golden Mankae, meaning the golden youngest. When BTS was formed and debuted Jungkook was only15-16 years old. The other guys raised him from them on, as he had to leave home and move to Seoul and being training as an “Idol”. All the guys raised him as though the was their younger bother and they love him as such. He is the last of the Vocal line of BTS, but he has rapped on a few of their songs and is very good at it. Which to be fair there isn’t really anything that Jungkook is bad at. He has an amazing voice and is a pleasure to hear sing. He is a very sweet guy; he is very confident, but he also has times when he isn’t so confident. He is trying to learn English so that Namjoon isn’t the only one that is fluent in it. He is one of the tallest in BTS he is the one that works out the most and has the best set of abs in the group. He had wavy, curly brown hair; he has deep brown eyes. He has very kissable lips and a very cute smile that fans call his bunny smile because he looks like a bunny when he smiles. He’s very down to earth and a very considerate person. He has said that he has a little bit of the other guys personalities in him since they raised him. He loves to play video games and he is very good at them.

Diana was named after Diana prince or Wonder Woman because her mother wanted her to be strong and beautiful just like Wonder Woman. Her mother got her wish, Diana is a very strong and take no shit kind of woman. She is also very sweet and caring she loves with her whole heart or she hates with everything in her soul. There are very few instances where she sees middle ground, but she is very far to everyone. She lets her heart guide her and is very grounded. She is sweet and kinda and has a very warm personality until you piss her of then you really need to watch out because then things will get very, very bad for you very fast. She has long dirty blonde hair, she had green hazel eyes. She is tall and has very long legs, she is thick and curvy. She is very beautiful just like her name sake. She has a motherly side to her because she helped her mom raise her three younger siblings. When she discovered her video game ability, she was unsure as to what she was going to do with it. But her little brother started taking her and entering her into the competitions around the state. She has a very competitive side to her sometimes but its all in good fun. She is one of the best video gamers in the country.

So now that we know the people that this will be about when can see how things will turn out between each of the couples. Oh, and by the way the seven girls…They don’t know who BTS is at all! They don’t listen to BTS and have no idea who they will be meeting in the up coming chapters.

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could you do a jikook fic where they get in a huge fight and in the end Jimin says something really hurtful to JK and jk all hurt kind of ignored him? In interviews at the dorm, not ignoring in abratty way but a depressed way. They make it up later but yeah just some angst and then fluff

sorry this took forever but here it is finally! thank you so much for requesting this, it was great to help me get back into writing!! i hope you enjoy it xx

word count: 2.4k // read on ao3

One can always tell when they’ve gone too far. Park Jimin knows this, and he surely has a lot of things to regret from times when his impulses take over him, things that might be impossible to fix.But there’s something else that Park Jimin knows, and that is that come what may, nothing is impossible as long as he has Jeon Jungkook by his side.

One can always tell when they’ve gone too far.

It’s a split second realization, a sharp intakeof breath and wide eyes, hands over mouth and a quickened heart rate; it’s thedesperation of wanting to rewind, to maybe a minute or two ago, to take backwhat was said or done, to repair the unrepairable.

Park Jimin can tell, too, when his built upstress takes over him and his brain-to-mouth filter is gone; when he yells athis boyfriend of two years that,

“Well, maybe we should break up, then!”

He regrets the words the moment they spill outof his mouth, heart skipping a beat as he looks up into Jungkook’s eyes just intime to see the hurt that fills them before it disappears. It’s not somethinghe can take back, and Jimin is sure of that when Jungkook swallows and nods,face a mask of indifference.

“Okay.”

Jungkook leaves the room before Jimin can makehis legs move and the way he closes the door on his way out is so delicate noone would believe they were arguing just then. When Jimin finally follows himout, the younger is already in his room, and the key is being turned before hecan touch the handle.

He knocks, but there’s no answer.

“Jungkook-ah…” Jimin calls, but he knows it’sin vain. “Come out, please, let’s talk about this.” He says, warm foreheadagainst the cold wooden door. “Babe.” Jimin tries again, but he’s sure Jungkookcan’t hear it because it comes out as nothing more than a whisper.

He doesn’t know how long he stays there, butit’s long enough for the rest of the boys to come back home from the studio andfind him sitting against Jungkook’s bedroom door, eyes closed and hoping thatthe younger will come out and let him apologize.

“Jimin?”

For a second, his mind convinced him it hadbeen Jungkook that called him, so it’s a disappointment when he opens his eyesto find Namjoon staring down at him in worry, an obvious crease in between hiseyebrows.

“Everything okay?” Their leader asks, always concernedabout their wellbeing.

Jimin starts crying, then, all the tears he washolding back as he sat against Jungkook’s bedroom door, for everything he knewhe had lost with only a few words. Namjoon kneels beside him, and Taehyung isnext, both at a loss of what to do or say since the only thing Jimin willrepeat over and over again is Jungkook’s name.

In between sobs, they manage to convince Jiminto get up and take him to bed. He still refuses to talk, so they leave himalone for the night and tell the others to do the same.

Jimin pretends he’s asleep when Hoseok walks inand he knows the older knows he’s awake but he keeps his eyes closed eitherway, hoping that sleep will take him in the meantime. It doesn’t, and Jiminrolls around in bed for hours, flashes from the fight keeping his brain toobusy to give place to unconsciousness.

It had been stupid, as most fights are, andJimin can hardly remember how it even started, all he knows is that suddenly thingsgot too heated and it went from him calmly asking,

“What’s the point ifyou don’t trust me?”

To him swallowing his tears and yelling,

“I could do so muchbetter than you!”

To which Jungkook didn’t even hesitate inyelling back,

“If there are so many matureguys drooling over your ass out there, then why are you even here stuck with akid like me?”

Jimin holds back a sob, too scared of waking upHoseok and having to talk about it. He thinks about getting up and going toJungkook’s room, sure that he’s still awake even though they have to be upearly in the morning, but gives up knowing that he will only make things worse.

Their relationship, just like sleep, feels likea lost cause.

When Jimin wakes up the next morning, it feelsas if he didn’t close his eyes the entire night. He stumbles his way to thekitchen, rubbing at his swollen eyes and dreading the moment he will have toface Jungkook.

It’s even worse than Jimin imagined it wouldbe, mostly because Jungkook is acting unaffected and doesn’t give out thesmallest sign that he’s acknowledged Jimin is in the same room as him. He’stalking to Taehyung about a tricky part in the new choreography and doesn’teven spare Jimin a glance when he sits in front of them at the table.

Jimin watches them interact, aware of the wayeveryone else is looking at him, and tries to act unbothered just like Jungkookis doing; he can’t, and it’s obvious to everyone else if the way Yoongi placesa hand on his shoulder is anything to go by.

He wants to leave, wants to get out of theirsuddenly too small apartment and go somewhere he can hide, somewhere he canbreathe properly. Jimin knows it’s his fault, knows that if he hadn’t gone toofar the previous night they wouldn’t be in this situation right now.

The duo in front of him laughs and Jiminclenches his jaw as his hands unconsciously turn into fists.

“Don’t you think you two should sit down andtalk about whatever happened last night?” Namjoon intervenes, sick of the heavyatmosphere and worried for his members.

“There’s nothing to talk about, we’re done.”Jungkook says before Jimin can even get his hopes up. “It won’t affect thegroup, hyung, don’t worry.”

With that, Jungkook leaves the kitchen andJimin lets out the breath he didn’t even realize he was holding. He feels histhroat close up again as the tears start to resurface and goes to his room toget ready for the schedule that day, ignoring the other members’ calling hisname and knowing very well that all he’s going to get from them are looks ofpity that he absolutely does not need now.

For the first time since they debuted Jiminhates how professional and focused Jungkook is. He stays true to his words,doing just enough that the fans won’t suspect anything is wrong even if hestays away from Jimin as much as he can during their public appearances.

It’s especially painful for Jimin when, justbefore a fansign, he gets notified that Taehyung will be sitting beside him inthe place Jungkook used to be; he knows it was the younger that asked to changeseats, and he only barely makes it through the panel without breaking intotears yet again.

They talk when they have to, just to keep upthe group’s image, but Jungkook never gives Jimin an opening to go back to howthey used to be. It’s noticeable the others are worried, and Jimin knows theytalk to Jungkook from time to time to try convincing him to put his walls downfor Jimin again, even if it falls on deaf ears.

A month goes by like this, and Jimin barelysees Jungkook unless it’s for their group schedules. It’s easier now thatpromotions have ended, not having to pretend in front of the fans and fake a relationshipthat’s not there anymore.

Jimin is dying for a chance to apologize, tocome clean about all the things he said and didn’t mean in the night of thefight, but he can see Jungkook is far from giving him that. He’s keeping hisdistance, and Jimin understands that he is hurt and sad and expressing that inhis own way, but it’s still painful to be shut down like that when they used toalways be with each other.

He knows he needs to give Jungkook the spaceand the time to recover and pick himself back up but it doesn’t mean it’s easyfor him.

Which is why he finds himself going to Jungkook’sstudio one night after helping Yoongi with another song. The door is open, arare occurrence, and Jimin takes this opportunity to be closer to the youngerin a way he hasn’t in a long time, even if Jungkook doesn’t realize it.

Jimin simply leans against the door frame,watching in silence as Jungkook works, too focused to notice him there. Hetries to swallow the lump in his throat as he thinks about how he used to cometo studio all the time, be it to listen to Jungkook’s new songs or to drag himback home when it was too late.

He sighs and shakes his head, opting to go awaybefore he gets caught but bumps right into Taehyung when he turns around.

“Why don’t you go in and talk to him?” He asks,a concerned look on his face.

“He doesn’t want me to.” Jimin answers lookingdown at his feet; the words hurt on their way out of his mouth.

“He does.” Taehyung insists and Jimin looks upat him.

“He told you that?” He hesitates, unsure, andwhen Taehyung nods he lets himself glance inside the studio again.

Jungkook continues to click away on hiscomputer, leg bouncing and a hand occasionally coming up to brush through hishair as he chews on his bottom lip; he’s frustrated with something, Jimin cantell, and he wants nothing more than to help ease his mind.

So, bearing through the pain in his chest, hedoes just that.

With one last look in Taehyung’s direction, Jimincloses the door behind him loudly enough that Jungkook turns his head to him,noticeably freezing when he sees it’s not any of the other members. They stareat each other for a moment and it’s all kinds of painful as both of them getlost in the memories of their time together and try to act as if it neverhappened.

“You alright?” Jimin asks and he hates how hisvoice breaks mid-sentence.

“Fine.” Jungkook answers quickly and nods,fingers drumming against his desk.

Jimin nods too, knowing that it would probablybe easier if he just left and let Jungkook be; fortunately, Park Jimin isnothing if not stubborn. So he tries again.

“You look stressed.” This time, he pulls up achair and sits close to Jungkook, noticing the way the younger swallows andstraightens his posture. “Something not coming out the way you want it?”

Jungkook scoffs and turns back to his screen.“You have no idea.”

“Maybe I do.” They’re not talking about musicanymore, that much is obvious, and it makes Jimin scared of where this talk couldlead them.

“You’re the one that did it, how is it not whatyou wanted?” Jungkook puts his computer on sleep mode and focuses solely on theman sitting next to him, eyes a mix of anger and pain. It’s more emotion thanJungkook has let Jimin see in the month they’ve been apart and it takes theolder aback, makes him hate himself for being the cause of it.

“I didn’t mean it, none of what I said thatnight.” Jimin tries to will his voice to stay firm but it only comes out as awhisper; still, in the quiet of the studio, it’s loud and clear. “I miss you.”He reaches out on instinct and places his hand on top of the younger’s over histhigh.

Jungkook doesn’t move or pull away, as Jiminexpected him to do; instead, he only looks at where their bodies are touchingand clenches his jaw. It feels like an eternity passes before he sighs andturned his hand around so he can interlace their fingers, making Jimin’s breathhitch in the process.

“We both said things we didn’t mean thatnight.” Jungkook starts, eyes still set on their joined hands. “I’m sorry fornot fixing it when the others asked us to and for pushing you away for thislong. I guess you’re right, I… I really am just a kid.”

“You’re not.” Jimin shakes his head even thoughJungkook is not looking at him. “You were hurt, it’s understandable. You grewup so well, Jungkookie…” Jimin brings up his free to lift Jungkook’s chin up sothat their eyes can meet. “I’m proud of who you are. I’m sorry for everything Isaid.” He caresses Jungkook’s cheek with his thumb and the younger smilessoftly.

Looking up at Jungkook like this, at his mostvulnerable and open, and being able to let said boy see him the same way onlymakes Jimin realize that this is where he is supposed to be. All the hardships,the tears and the smiles, all the good and bad moments led them there, andJimin is sure that no matter what happens, this is always where they will endup: together.

He’s crying when Jungkook finally kisses him,and it feels like breathing for the first time after being underwater for toolong: it hurts and it makes him dizzy but he’s desperate for more of it. Jiminsobs and pulls away, burying his face on Jungkook’s neck as he grabs on to himfor dear life, thinking about how he doesn’t deserve the second chance he’sbeen given.

“Of course you deserve it, hyung.” Jungkooksays, a soothing hand going up and down Jimin’s back. Jimin doesn’t know if hesaid it out loud or if the younger just knows him that well, but either way itonly makes him cry harder.

“I’m so sorry, Jungkookie.” Jimin muttersagainst his skin and Jungkook pushes him away from him carefully so he can lookinto his eyes.

“Stop apologizing, that’s all in the past now.We’re okay, Jimin.” Jungkook assures as he wipes away Jimin’s tears. “I loveyou. Forever. That’s a promise.”

Jimin takes a deep breath and closes his eyeswhen he leans their foreheads together. “I love you too, baby. Forever.”

One can always tell when they’ve gone too far. ParkJimin knows this, and he surely has a lot of things to regret from times whenhis impulses take over him, things that might be impossible to fix.

But there’s something else that Park Jiminknows, and that is that come what may, nothing is impossible as long as he hasJeon Jungkook by his side.

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jungblue · 6 years

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rain is a really good song and it’s so underrated :(

agree! a lot of bts’ older songs with that vibe are underrated. that’s why i love ly her’s outro so much. that vibe gives me a lot of old school bts nostalgia

Anonymous said: Kale and mushroom and onions pizza? Some ppl don’t like just veggies on pizza but I think it’s delicious…😅

disagree ;;;; i’m a plain cheese pizza type of person lol

Anonymous said: 🗣📣BEING A FAN DOES NOT MEAN YOU HAVE TO OBSESS OVER, ALWAYS AND ONLY VOTE FOR, AND HAVE TO LIKE EVERY SINGLE THING RELATED TO A GROUP/PERSON. IF YOU LIKE THEM, THAT MEANS YOURE A FAN. NO MORE OR LESS THAN ANYONE ELSE IN THE FANDOM. Thank you for comeing to my Ted talk

AGREEEEE. honestly the only time i ever really go on twitter is during comebacks just bc i like to keep up with stuff, but that’s also the worst time for manager fans. like i have 17 aneurysms scrolling through those tweets with warped ass views on what a fan is

Anonymous said: People need to stop being disrespectful to other idols. Like asking for another idol during something they’re obviously not around for. Like hobi’s vlives and stuff. If you’re going to stan a group, you need to be respectful and stan each member even if they aren’t your bias.

agreeee. that annoys tf out of me. if someone’s doing a vlive, stop asking for other members. let them talk about what they wanna talk about. also just in general stop asking about bts on other group’s vlives. it’s embarrassing, and definitely annoying for the group you’re spamming

Anonymous said: Hobi shouldn’t feel the need to be 110% excited all the time and be screaming... not everyone can be that high tension all the time and I feel really sorry for him bc i always think about when he said he feels he has to be like excited bc of his stage name..

agree! i wish he didn't feel the need to be upbeat all time just for the sake of others. you’re allowed to seem down or even just sit there neutrally. being the life of the party is definitely exhausting, and i hope he understands that it’s okay to just relax and take time to himself

Anonymous said: Idk if anybody here cares but you know when a band member (not Kpop necessarily) leaves the group and goes to make solo music? Like Camila Cabello left fifth harmony? I feel like the solo music is always better than the group music and idk if it’s because that person gets more creative opportunities or what.

i agree, though i think it depends on the type of music you’re into. often times when people go solo from groups, they all do wildly different genres. so it just depends on your taste i think ;;;; plus once you go solo you’ve been in the industry in a while and grown as a person, so that could also be a reason

Anonymous said: Unpopular opinion: Just because I like to read BTS smut every now and then, doesn’t mean I’m thirsty for them. I just like if the story has a good plot and great writing. Like yours!!!! 😊

i agree. usually i’m not reading a story for the smut specifically. i just want a story. though there are admittedly times when i am just in the mood for a raunchy smut lol

Anonymous said: a lot of people disagree but skinny-shaming is a thing? i always get shit for being flat and having really thin arms.

i agree that it definitely can be a thing. i mean i’ve heard people say insulting comments about people being too skinny. some people legitimately can’t help it. putting on weight is just difficult for them. it’s unfortunate that people’s bodies are always under scrutiny

Anonymous said: bangtan’s fashion is really fuckin nice but sometimes they wear clothes that are soooo eccentric(?) i mean, they pull it off but any non-celebrity person would look so weird njsjkncs like hobi’s oversized balenciaga shirt lmao

lolol i agree. like i personally would never wear some of the stuff that they do, but hey it’s what they like so that’s all that matters

Anonymous said: Jungkooks undercut 🤤

i agree with and support all undercuts lol

Anonymous said: Jungkook with tattoos ❣ (on that note all of them should be allowed to do whatever they want to their body its not up to anyone to approve or disapprove 💪)

agree that they should be able to wear / do whatever they want to their bodies without other’s opinions dictating them. just let them be

Anonymous said: Yoongi looks better with a lil bit of chub in his face

agree. they all look better with chub. though i’m the type of person that literally never notices a difference in their weights. people are like oh [insert member] looks like they lost too much weight, and i’m like they look the exact same to me but alright lol. though i don’t like speculating on things like their weight in the first place. they’re adults and they can handle their health

Anonymous said: I think shipping is okay but I doubt any of bts would ever really be in romantic relationships with each other simply bc it’s unprofessional and could cause problems for the group

i agree, but i think most people involved in shipping think this. that it’s not serious. it’s just for fun. but it’s like with anything. the delusional fans get the most attention compared to the normal fans that keep to themselves and don’t harass people

Anonymous said: bts’ military exemption shouldn’t even be considered. they special, but they ain’t that special. ☕️

i agree, but i did read the article that this is in reference to, and it wasn’t just about bts. it was about kpop artists not getting exemptions like classically trained musicians, and kdrama actors not getting exemptions like theater actors, ect. they just used bts as an example to get people to click on the article. military service is an important topic over there, so whatever they decide is their business. i’m not korean, so i don’t have an opinion really

these were the opinions i didn’t get to last night! thanks to everyone that participated!

#blue blabs

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parkminijiminie · 7 years

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Jimin and Jungkook on their own and together and the 3As

This is continuation of my thoughts on this post (Part 2): https://denivned.tumblr.com/post/168151815086/about-ships-gcf-jungkook-and-jimin-and-ship

Disclaimer: These are my own thoughts. I am not attacking any ship in any way. So If you support another ship and happen to see this post please know that I respect everyone’s opinion and I would always fight for the right it to be voiced, even if I don’t share it. I simply want to talk about some things I have been contemplating (and hear different points of view on them as well). Feel free to ignore any part you don’t agree with and let’s be gentle and civil with each other!

About Jimin: one look at my blog and you would know he is my bias. He has been ever since I saw him in BS&T and he snatched me by the hair into his lane. Since then I’ve been a loyal stan (mostly, Disrespect-Kook almost wrecked me with his body rolls at Mic Drop Dance break MAMA2017). All the Bangtan boys are wonderful and deserve all the love in the world, but to me JM is just special. Maybe it’s his precious smile, his dual personality, his sweet and caring nature; maybe I connect with his journey of self-acceptance and love. I don’t fully know myself .

Anyhow, I know we all love the boys but it is important to remember that we don’t actually really fully know them! Something that should definitely be kept in mind when talking about things like sexuality and what not. Basically this is just a harmless analysis, no need to get too serious about it!

Now onto the analysis itself:

Let’s start by talking about JK. It’s no secret this Bun is an introvert and is not into openly sharing his feelings. He is also a little shy; used to be a lot shyer but got over that to a certain extent as he got older. Still, compared to JM for example, he is more reserved. He is no way cold, I actually think he’s a big softie at heart just doesn’t do that well with expressing feelings. He either keeps queit or blurts the most absurd things in the most inappropriate times (“Arrest me”). Maybe that is one of the reasons he keeps quiet: when he opens his mouth he doesn’t seem to have much control over what comes out of it (especially when it comes to JM).

On the other hand people seem to think JM is very easy to read, an open book if you may because he is an extrovert and has a natural way with people. I think this is far from the truth. All idols are trained to perfect the art of sharing; they know how to say just enough to make us feel close to them but not enough to actually reveal something deeply personal. It’s a skill that comes with the job. When JM was younger, he used to be a lot more bolder with his statements (“Why do I like you so much”; “I am going crazy because I like Jungkook too much”) but in complete opposite of JK, as he got older, he got more reserved and subtle (though we got a little a return of the “old” JM in the DNA era). No doubt Jimin is an affectionate person, it’s one of his best qualities; he likes to show his affection and is naturally touchier than say JK. He is also undeniably a tease. The boy is one part angel, one part demon. I think he knows what his appearance and actions can do and likes using that knowledge. He teases physically and mentally (damn those hidden clues in his twitter posts), he likes keeping us on our toes. But we’re not the only ones affected. People of both genders everywhere fall for his charms: the other BTS member (all of them, even big tsundere Yoongi and especially Namjoon), other idols (I’m looking at you Chanyeol), MCs, interviewers, male youtubers, cameramen and etc. He is simultaneously open and an enigma.

And in that direction of thought his sexuality is also not that easy to deduct. He is not as shy and uncomfortable with girls as JK is, in fact JM has a certain way with them and I think he knows it. But at the same time there were several occasions he looked interested in men as well (saying “nice body” to the diver in BV2; complimenting the pilot for being “cool”, not denying it when Tae said he likes guys.). He is touchy, but generally so and he could possibly simply likes hugs and affection. Actually, I think that if we assume for a minute that both JK and JM are not entirely heterosexual, JM is definitely the less obvious of the two of them. Whereas JK’s general attitude could serve as a clue for making deductions, JM’s only adds to the confusion.

Now, sexuality aside, let’s talk about what there really is between Jungkook and Jimin. Well, my answer are the 3As: Admiration, Affection and Attraction.

1. Admiration: ever since they were younger JK has said he finds JM “cool”. He said he watched him monitoring music videos and copying them, he said he admires his hard working nature and he stated Jimin is someone who “stimulates him off and on stage”. As for Jimin, he has said on multiple occasions that he finds JK extremely valuable to the group, that “he is the most important member” and that he is good at everything: singing, dancing, drawing, imitating other people, sports and is also handsome. I think it is more than clear that at the very least there is a lot of mutual respect between them.

2. Affection: there is quite, quite a lot of it between them. They are close, extremely so and have been ever since pre-debut. The myth that “JK hates Jimin” should have died a long time ago; in fact it should’ve died the moment JK said: “I am like this (shy) because I like him too much” or when he got super offended when asked if he liked Jimin and said “Yes, yes I like him. Of course I like him”. But somehow it lived to see another day and even manifested itself in the stupid and unnecessary joke “Jk feat Jm in Leave me alone”. I think though that with the release of G.C.F this stupidity got buried approximately 100 meters below the ground. Nobody goes alone on a trip with someone, spends hours filming and editing a video of that someone’s face, making that person’s laugh in slow motion and choosing THAT song as background music for someone he doesn’t at least like!

As for Jimin, I think it is clear that he has a Jupiter-sized soft spot for the Bunny. Like, he lets him do pretty much anything. In his own words: “I could never say no to him”. He lets him tease him and speak in banmal, call him “baby” (still not over this) even though JM is older (a big deal in South Korea) and so on. Just hearing one time the soft way he says “Oh, Jungkookiee” in the graduation bomb is enough to convince you. It is painstakingly clear they care for each other a lot, like an absurd amount.

They are each other’s main supporter, presidents of the fan club of the other, personal encyclopedias, they are always together at airports and cars, and they are both physically and verbally always there for each other. They defend each other (Jimin scolding Tae in BV2 for not helping Jungkook); in their own words they fit well together and as JK said “all the time it’s just the two of us”. For God’s sake one of them is known for being a satellite of the other. Nobody does and says these things if they don’t harbor deep affection for the other person!

3. Attraction: (now here things get controversial). To some people they’re just brothers, a hyung and a dongsaeng and JK and JM themselves has described each other as such. This sparked some nasty accusations of shippers for promoting incest (though funny enough mainly from supporters of other ships in BTS). It is perfectly fine if you see them as just two friends and band mates, no problem in this whatsoever. Just don’t claim incest, because they are not brothers! I repeat they are not blood or otherwise family related! They are friends, not relatives! Personally, I see attraction between them. Some examples are: the way JK said to Jimin 3 times “I want you”, Jimin blatantly checking out JK backstage, JK’s fascination with Jimin’s waist and his whole body really, The Back hugs, especially the 2015 Prom-like one , The Coming of age ceremony practice video, The Own it video, JK filming JM zooming on his butt saying “Look at his butt”, all the times he has grabbed or slapped JM, the whole Run episode 12, Jimin constantly asking for kisses, the one time at a fan sign when he pretended to kiss JK’s neck and JK melted instantly and on the spot and so,so many more.

And don’t even start me on how these two complement each other. To JK everything that is Jimin is cute and attractive: his eyes, his toes, his smile, the way he swims, dances and etc.; he finds him “cool”, “unique”, “sexy”, his expression “sexy”, his whole self “limited edition”. To JM Jungkook is “good looking”, “sexy like an adult” (man they way he was looking when he said this, how he lost his words at first, his low voice, the way he switched to Satoori still get me hard), even JK’s sweat is to him “beautiful holy water”. I know skinship in Korea is not like in the west and that the members have all openly complimented each other many times, but still to me these two are pushing the boundaries and from my point of view there is attraction and sexual tension between them. It is fine if you don’t think so, just please for the love of everything holy don’t accuse anyone of incest, because they are not brothers!

I know they themselves have described each other as brothers, but really as what else could they refer to each other. They could be anything: friends, friends with benefits, lovers, boyfriends, ex-boyfriends, husbands, band mates only and etc. but even if there are more than just friendly feelings between them it’s not like they can actually state that! Maybe the K-pop industry is not as homophobic as one might think; there might be a lot of homosexual idols but still it is an industry in which the “don’t ask, don’t tell” policy is very much present. If an idol is to be revealed as homosexual, his/hers career would suffer a lot of damage, probably beyond repair! So, it’s not like someone could say “no, I don’t see him as a brother, I see him as a man”. In fact let’s assume there is something between JK and JM. Don’t you think G.C.F is as loud and as clear as JK could get in confirming it without actually putting them in danger? Like, think about a few things for a minute. Firstly, the clips JK chose to include are very basic and harmless: them shopping, eating and going to Disneyland. We know they did other things (went to a club, watched fireworks, dressed up and etc.). The fireworks particularly would have made for an amazing addition to the video but he didn’t include them (and neither did Jimin in his vlogs). Maybe they wanted to keep some things just for themselves.

Maybe the whole idea wasn’t to show us what they did through the video but more to convey a message. Not in the scenes JK chose but in the way he did it, in the way he filmed himself following JM everywhere, in the way he matched the lyrics to the video, the slow motions he added, the music he chose. Nobody watching the video could get the definite conclusion “they are gay”, so they remain safe. But also nobody watching the video could say with certainty “they couldn’t be more than friends”. People watching the video could definitely get the impression that there is something going on between them (in fact many unsuspecting people in the comment section did). And perhaps this is what JK tried to do; he might have not strived for giving us any answers but leaving a certain impression, planting an idea in a safe way. An inception. This idea being “they really may be more than friends”. And if it really is true, than I must say this is one hella clever Kookie (also please don’t insult his intelligence by saying he didn’t know the meaning of the lyrics). If this assumption is correct he is tip toeing the line here and doing it professionally well. Never admitting anything but creating enough reasonable doubt. (just like in a courthouse)

As a conclusion I would say this: they could or could not be more than friends. I personally support the first option but to each their own. Both is absolutely ok and also none of our business really. Our main purpose as ARMYs is to support the group as a whole in their music and all other endeavors. Whatever the relationship between JK and JM is, I would say it is a damn good one! They are each other’s source of laughter, supporter and pillar of stability. And if they are together, well that is just the cherry on top! And if they are not, I still ship them because I like their interactions and am here for that. Shipping is not gross; it could actually be very fun as long as it is done mindfully and respectfully. There is nothing wrong with enjoying other people’s love or friendship, if you respect certain boundaries.

So, enjoy your shipping ride fully but most importantly be a loyal ARMY and pay attention to all the boys’ talent. Because truly these boys are crazy talented! Doesn’t matter who is into what gender.

That is all. Thank you for reading. There probably will be a Part 3 to this focusing more on sexuality norms and ways to reach out subtly. So stay tuned for that. They are no malicious thought behind this, just some personal opinions. Shout out to @noransaekk for her insightful and inspiring posts.

#jikook #kookmin #jimin #jungkook

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sunyoonandstars · 7 years

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Hi! I'm also new to the family and I'm already in love with all of them, they're all so amazing , generous and gorgeous, that sometimes I wonder if they're even real ,you know? And I was wondering if there's something I should definitely know about the boys? Or something you think I should know? Thank you for being so sweet and kind to us all, you're the best!!

I can totally understand that you already have them in your heart! 💜 I was lost the very second I started researching interviews. They’re all just so genuine and amazing in their own ways.

What you should definitely know about the boys … In general? They’re incredibly hard-working and dedicated to their work and fandom. They love us, their fans, and miss no chance to let us know how grateful they are for our continuing support. They started out pretty young, especially Jungkook, and have been living together since their trainee days (over 7 years ago). They also repeatedly stated – a fact that seems especially important to Yoongi – that they don’t plan on changing that anytime soon, even though by now they are surely old and ‘rich’ enough to be living by themselves. They consider each other family, they deeply care about, rely upon and are always there for each other. There is so, so, so much more, what I’m sure you’ll find out through watching interviews or videos like Run BTS!, Bts Gayo, Bangtan Bomb …

And what I personally think you should know about each of the members for starters:

1. Kim Seokjin / Jin

the ‘mother’ of BTS

mentioned that he doesn’t like being misgendered, so it’s not intended as a nickname but merely as a description of the role he occupies within the group (he protectively cares for the members in an almost mother-like way [e.g. loves to cook for them] especially, the younger ones, and never misses out on a chance to jokingly lament over the fact that he virtually ‘raised Jungkook on his back’)

DO NOT call him eomma/mom or ‘princess Jin’, as some fans used to because he does not feel comfortable about it!

is mostly responsible for/adamant about keeping the dorm clean (or at least that was the case in their first dorm, back when they used to share a room and sleep in bunk beds. Now they have staff who regularly cleans their new, more luxurious apartment, I believe. Or at least I think Yoongi mentioned something similar in a radio interview/podcast once.)

king of nagging

DAD JOKES

he has a driver’s license

family: parents + older brother

Yoongi once called him a “family man” and an “ideal husband” in an interview

Jin once stated that he would want his firstborn to be a girl and the second child to be a boy so his son would have a noona (older sister) that would treat him kindly and that the boy could look up to since he was often being teased by his hyung (older brother)

last year his parents gifted him the most adorable pet sugar gliders

WORLDWIDE HANDSOME

BROAD SHOULDERS (especially for Korean standards apparently)

considers his face (jokingly?) his greatest asset

but underneath it all he is still very insecure (I believe)

likes hearing others call him cute or handsome

loves doing aegyo

actually needs (rather strong) glasses but doesn’t like wearing them because he can’t feel confident when doing so

recently seems to ponder beginning his a career as a hairstylist??? 😳

should stay away from scissors in the future …

has the most genuine, beautiful, infectious, hilarious windshield laugh

often laughs until he literally tears up

because he freaking loves to laugh

and even more to make others laugh

does not mind making a fool of himself in doing so

was literally cast off the street

a member of the staff spotted him walking by and reportedly started running after him because he was so handsome even back then

graduated from college (majored in acting)

alongside RM (Namjoon), he is considered the worst dancer of BTS

yet he is among the hardest-working members because he previously didn't have any kind of background/experience in either dancing or singing (was cast as a ‘visual’)

and because of that he is very hard on himself

has improved a lot since debut

but is not being given enough credit, appreciation, and lines

he loves cooking and food and eating

EAT JIN 🍜

and once was put on a heartbreaking diet (like all idols at some point, probably, but still, it must’ve been incredibly hard on him) and was repeatedly told by his managers he was fat/chubby 😤 (WHERE? I demand to know…)

SIGNATURE: enthusiastically blowing kisses upon kisses upon kisses + HEART EVENTS

because he is simply the sweetest angel there is

2. Min Yoongi / Suga

the grumpy grandpa of BTS

but also more of a ‘father’

because he is practically the dorm’s handyman (usually responsible for changing light bulbs and stuff)

good at working with his hands and fixing things (which RM previously broke …)

MOTIONLESS MIN (because on his [rare] days off he likes to do literally nothing)

strives to be stone in his next lifetime

likes to sleep (A LOT) and is always tired

can literally sleep anywhere

probably because he likes to work/is especially creative at night (once said most his songs are produced between midnight and 6:00am)

insanely talented lyricist/rapper/producer

actually did not audition to become an idol but to become a producer at Big Hit and work behind the scenes

AGUST D ❗️

claims he got his stage/nickname ‘Suga’ because of his pale complexion and his sweet smile (’wanted to promote sweetly’)

despite his ‘bad boy’ image/attitude (especially on-stage)

his hometown is Daegu (which is what the ‘D’ in AGUST D stands for)

his family also consist of parents + older brother

he moved to Seoul on his own back pre-debut

starved for a few months so he could keep on producing/working on his music and career while living off of under-payed part-time jobs

during that time he developed anxiety (suffered several attacks, even in BTS’ earlier days after debut) and depression (which he openly addresses on his AGUST D mixtape. If you haven’t already you should really give it a listen and study the translated lyrics.)

writes/composes songs every day and can do so everywhere, even in crowded public places

he relieves stress through writing/composing songs

doesn’t like going outside and repeatedly stated he ‘doesn’t like people’ (I believe he refers to being around many strangers/in crowded and loud places)

prefers to stay at home

so his ideal date would also be a comfortable night in

Yoongi is usually on the quieter side

but when he speaks up, damn, you can be sure he has something to say

wise beyond his age

great common/general knowledge

very outspoken and straightforward (’savage Suga’/’savage Yoongi’)

so it’s his task to openly scold the younger members and call them out on their questionable behavior

does have his silly/hyped-up moments, though

and they are priceless

can occasionally actually let loose

but it happens rather rarely

always seems to be very observant and contemplative

GUMMY SMILE

HIS SHRUG

MIN GENIUS

workaholic

tends to overwork himself and neglect self-care/sleep/his health (forgets to eat/skips a lot of meals)

his studio is called the ‘Genius Lab’

seems to regularly put himself on a diet?? he seems to be getting skinnier and skinnier, or is it only me, guys??

claims he doesn’t give a shit

but he actually does

cares a lot about the people close to him, simply doesn’t show it so obviously

does not seem too big on showing it through physical contact, too (once said himself in an interview that he wouldn’t be the kind of boyfriend to hold hands or put his arm around his s/o’s shoulder in public because he isn’t the sweet kind of boyfriend like that)

takes care of them ‘behind the scenes’/’in secret’

beneath the gruff exterior, he’s just a huge softie

used to play basketball in high school and was quite good at it, too

he is second smallest in the group (a few centimeters taller than our mochi Jimin)

which sometimes leads him to jump in order to get into the frame when they are taking group shots at award shows and such (it’s adorable)

does not particularly enjoy physical activities and the way they tire him out

loves meat

can actually cook quite well but isn’t as vocal about it as Jin

also takes cooking very seriously (see Run BTS! Ep. 36, for example)

tends to speak in Satoori dialect when he’s nervous

doesn’t consider himself handsome/charming

wants to become even more successful and for his music to reach as many people as possible

Waaaah ….. These turned out longer than expected. I’ll do the other members, too, later on, sweet anon. And maybe repost this as a real headcanon or something tomorrow. For now I, unfortunately, have to go to sleep because it’s 02:30am here and I have to get up in 4 hours … 😁

I hope this helped/was at least close to what you imagined, anon! Take care and feel free to message me anytime!! 💜

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btsgoldenwives-blog · 7 years

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Kissing Them in Front of the Other Members Part 2

Jhope-

Over the last couple of months J-hope and you have spent countless hours working yourselves to the bone in the Big Hit practice room coming up with choreography to a dance that would debut his new mix tape. He's told you for years that he wanted to do a duet with you one day, ever since he first saw you dance on a busy city side walk. That performance was actually what drew him to you in the first place. Your shared love of dance was a foundation to a friendship that had quickly become one of your most treasured. A couple months ago he had come to you practically jumping with excitement, claiming he had finally found the song you where meant to perform with him. The idea of performing on a real stage would be a dream come true for you, performing with your closest friend was way beyond that. Though, over your time practicing together your feelings of friendship have shifted into something more, something you would never dare to admit to anyone. Hoseok was far too important to you to risk your friendship simply because he didn't return whatever crush you have developed on him.

Loosing Hobi is the only thing that scares you more than the crowd on the other side of the velvet curtain you've been placed behind. A shudder runs up your spine. What if you trip? What if the crowd doesn't like you? Or worse, what if they don't like the dance? You and Hoseok have spent so much time and energy breathing life into every movement. You have both worked harder than you can remember ever having worked before. This dance was practically your baby.

With out realizing you've been doing it you continue to wring your hands until a palm snugly covers them. Chewing on your bottom lip you look up to meet Hoseoks warm dark eyes. When he smiles you can't help but smile back. You're like a moth drawn to a flame. Only a few weeks ago he was a spark. Now he's a wild fire.

“It will be okay Y/N.”

It takes more effort than it should to focus on his words instead of his lips.

“You're a great dancer, and you won't be up there alone. I'll be right there with you.”

Hoseok always know what to say to make you feel better. Knowing he will be right out on that stage with you makes you instantly relax. A man in a crew t-shirt walks by to give you your five minute warning and Hoseok wraps your hand in his, taking a deep breath.

While you try to run through the steps in your head you can't get through more than a couple moves before your mind wonders back to your interlaced fingers. What seems like a second later he's dropping your hand and giving you a final smile before stepping onto the stage. A few beats after the song begins you steady yourself and join him.

Both of you exit the platform minutes later leaving screaming fans in your wake, panting, sore, and grinning from ear to ear. Jimin, Taehyung, and Jungkook come running up to both of you cheering.

“You guys were great!” Calls Jin as he hands you a bouquet of flowers.

“J-Hoooooope!” Yoongi chants throwing an arm around his friend.

You don't think you've ever smiled do hard in your life. Being on stage with Hoseok was even better than you had imagined. Still riding the performance high you don't notice just how tired your body is. Worn out, your knees buckle and Hoseok brushes off Yoongis arm just in time to catch you.

“Y/N are you okay?”

His eyes bear into you and your heart feels like its stuttering. You can feel his arms around you holding you up through your thin t-shirt, you don't want him to ever let go. And just like that there's no denying how you feel anymore. Swallowing your nerves you quickly reach up and brush your lips against Hoseok giving him a chance to pull back. Surprise and joy fill you when instead of taking it, he pulls you closer pressing his lips harder against your own. When he pulls back his smile couldn't be any bigger.“I've wanted to do that for so long”

“whoo! J-hope!”

Cat calls and ooing draw your attention to the side lines and you both turn to the guys, red faced and wide eyed. The maknae lines puckering their lips in mock kissey faces while the older guys seem oddly proud.

“We were all wondering when you two were going to finally get together.” Jimin elbows Jin in the ribs signaling him to stop talking. Hoseok looks at you and you both can't contain your laughter. Today was by far better than any dream you have ever had of your first stage performance.

Namjoon-

The guys have been practicing late all week so you decided to drop by with some food as a pick me up. Arms loaded with plastic bags full of carry out you step through the door way and almost immediately trip over Jins foot. With his help you manage to quickly right yourself. Jin takes the bags from your hands and starts passing containers down the line of boys sitting in varying positions along the gray brick wall.

Frown in place you turn back to Jin about to ask where your boyfriend is but before you have a chance to speak he presses an elegant finger to his full lips and points behind you.

It's hard to mask your shock as you pivot to find Namjoon with his head down sweat dripping down his forehead,face scrunched up in concentration as Jimin claps out the beats over the music pausing every now and then to give him corrections.

So focused on what hes doing Namjoon hasn't noticed that one of his converse has come untied, on the next beat he steps on the wispy lace and stumble forward. At the last second he catches himself palms out, his face inches from the white tile floor. A groan of frustration reverberates off the walls as he pushes himself up onto his knees.

Tentatively Jimin crouches down next to him and whispers in his ear his gaze darting over to where you stand frozen in place. Namjoon nods and stands up turning in your direction. He rubs the back of his neck, shoulders slumped forward as he shuffles over to you trying to shake his embarrassment at you seeing him fail. It hurts you to see him obviously doubting his abilities. You know he may not be the best dancer but you also know that he can do what ever he puts his mind to, it just might take him a little longer than he would like.

The gleam of defeat in his eyes ties your stomach in a knot pushing you to grab his hand and lead him into a corner of the dance room where you know you two will have at least a small amount of privacy.

“Talk to me Joonie.”

Clearly uncomfortable he refuses to look up and meet your eyes, afraid of what he'll see in them.

“It's nothing baby.”

Not willing to let him brush this off you gently tilt his chin up forcing him to meet your gaze.

“Talk to me Namjoon.”

The sigh that he releases doesn't sound anything like the Namjoon you've gotten use to, but the concern in your voice has cracking him.

“It's this dance... It's the hardest one we've had yet and I just can't get it right. I keep trying and I'm not getting any better. I don't know if I can do it Y/N.”

You knit your brows together then smile up at him tentatively. His confidence might be shaken but your confidence in him isn't.

“Baby, you'll get it. You're Kim Namjoon. You write amazing songs. You started on the underground scene and now you're the leader of a world renowned group. You can do anything. And if you feel like you can't then just take it from me, I know you can. I'll have enough faith in you for the both of us.”

You squeeze his hands and despite his self doubt he smiles back at you.

“Thank you Baby.”

You place your hands on his shoulders and push onto the balls of your feet, giving him a gentle kiss.

Heat floods your body as he places a hand on the small of your back pulling you into him fusing what was suppose to be a chaste kiss with passion. Before you know it he's kissing you like there would be no air if he let go of you. You could stay like that with him forever if it wasn't for the shouts being hurled in your direction.

Reluctantly Namjoon pulls back from you leaving you weak kneed as the guys howl and whistle. Despite being on the other side of the practice room you can hear Jin yelling “Not in front of the kids!”

Confidently your boyfriend drapes an arm over your shoulders keeping you close to his body, a smirk set in place.

“You guys are just jealous.” he teases.

Hiding behind your hands you try to ignore the blush working its way to your cheeks.

“Can we please just eat.”

Taehyung-

A comfortable sigh escapes your lips as you snuggle deeper into Taehyungs lap adjusting the placement of your phone so you don't restrict his view. Not that Taehyung would have noticed much with how immersed he is in the game on the T.V. His gaze doesn't waver a millisecond when you accidentally elbow the controller he's cradling in front of you. Thumbs never missing a beat as he continues to mash buttons in a poor attempt to do anything other than block the flurry of attacks Jungkook continues to hurl at his character.

“Tae, you can't just block. You have to hit him back.”

Yoongi dead pans from his place on the floor between the two boys.

“I know, but he's not really giving me any other options Hyung,”

The tip of Taehyungs tongue pokes out of the corner of his mouth, the same way it always does when he's concentrating especially hard on a task. A smile tugs at your lips as you watch him, intently looking for any opening Jungkook could give him to turn this into more of a battle than the one sided onslaught that it clearly is.

Reluctantly you pull your eyes back to the screen of your phone as you continue swiping through the local adds.

Taehyung had recently brought up how much he wanted a puppy and suggested you get one together, so you thought that today would be a prime opportunity for you two to look into some local shelters. When Jungkook and Yoongi walked in you had no idea how quickly it would turn into a game day, but you're doing your best not to feel like an extra on what was suppose to be your day with your boyfriend.

An adorable brown and black fluff ball of a puppy pops up on your screen and it's harder than you think to control your excitement.

“Taehyung!”

Wide eyed you turn your head up to him but his eyes remain glued to the T.V.

“Taehyungie?”

This time when he doesn't respond you purse your lips.

“Taetae..”

You bite your lip starting to feel more and more like part of the room instead of someone in it. If he's so into the game that he can't hear you then you'll just have to get his attention some other way. Slowly a mischievous grin spreads across your face as you reach up cupping Taehyungs face in your hands before pulling his gaze down to you and pressing your lips to his.

There's a thud as the controller drops from Taehyungs hands and his deep brown eyes widen before fluttering shut. You pull back just as the T.V. sounds Taehyungs characters inevitable death.

“You died man” Yoongi states as he picks up the abandoned controller.

Jungkook turns away from the screen.

“Should I even count that as a win?”

Yoongi scoffs. “He let a girl distract him from victory. It counts as a win.”

Brushing off Yoongis comment Jungkook turns to Taehyung, “do you want a rematch?”

Boxy smile lighting up his face Taehyung shakes his head, enveloping you in his arms.

“Nah, I was going to loose anyways, at least that was a good way to loose. Let Hyung play. Besides it seems like I need to pay some attention to Y/N.”

Yoongi rolls his eyes as he shuffles through characters, “At least take it into a different room, I don't need to see that lovey dovey stuff while I shame Jungkook.”

Jungkook-

The dressing room is boarder line over crowded as staff members hustle back and forth finishing up final touches on the guys. Even in a room full of people your eyes always find Jungkook. It's not hard to spot him today. In fact the hard part is keeping your eyes off of him. You've been pretending to scroll through your phone since you got there half an hour ago. Not an easy feat when his dark hair is swept to the side, in the way that you have often voiced is your favorite look on him.

You don't know weather to thank or curse the stylist for todays outfit. Its a struggle to keep from reaching out to him in charcoal ripped jeans and his signature white t-shirt. You long to touch the soft fabric and hard muscles underneath and it stings a little to know that you won't be the only one feeling that way about your boyfriend today. Fan meetings are always a little hectic but you usually handle them well. Lounging on one of the couches playing games on your phone until the boys returned. However, today is the first fan meet since you and Jungkook had officially started dating and the thought of all those adoring fans around your brand new boyfriend has you feeling a tad uneasy. Jealousy isn't something that usually bothers you but Jungkook has the tendency to bring it bubbling to the surface . And boy was he trying bring it out in you today. In the last half hour alone you could count how many times he had made the switch from cute bunny to smoldering man. Weather it was reaching for something across the dressing table and flexing or smirking at you when he caught you looking at him in the mirror. You tack on another tally mark when he locks eyes with you as he pushes up from his chair and pulls on his blazer in a smooth languid gesture. Not even when he leans into the mirror to brush a rogue strand of hair back into place, do his ink dark eyes stray from yours. Only when a staff member shouts that they have five minutes and everyone starts filing out are you released from his spell. After giving you a quick “I'll see you after”Jungkook rushes to meet up with his hyungs for their ritualistic mini meeting before they too will head out the door to the mass of cheering fans. The thought brings you both pride in your boyfriend and all he has managed to accomplish and dread at the thought of being left behind. Laughter pulls you out of your own head just in time to see the guys heading for the doorway lead by Jin. Before you have any time for doubt you push yourself off of the plush tan sofa and jog the few steps to catch up to your boyfriend. Taking a deep breath you reach out and tap him on the shoulder. Jungkook stops in his tracks and turns to face you, eye brows knitting together at the sight of you.

“ye-”

Cutting him off you standing on your tip toes, gripping his lapels in shaking hands, and covering his lips with your own.

For a moment his eyes widen like saucers but then, almost out of instinct, his arms snake around your frame pulling your body into his and your nerves quiet as you sink into his warmth.

For those few moments there is no one else in the room. Well, until the rasp of someone clearing their throat forces you both back into the here and now. Despite all of his earlier confidence Jungkooks embarrassment is palpable. The tips of his ears have grown a beat red and the hand that was pressing you to him just a second ago is now trying, in vain, to cover his face.

“Jagi...why did you do that?”

“So you won't forget about me,” You tilt your head in the direction of steadily growing cheers.”out there.”

Jungkook drops his hand from his face a small shy smile starting to pull at his mouth. You can't help but jump slightly as a laugh, that is unmistakably Jins, cuts through the air. Peeking around Jungkook you catch sight of Jin with his hand on Jimins shoulder who has his head thrown back in laughter and Yoongi slapping his own knee in a silent fit. Jungkooks blush is back just as if it had never left, only darker this time.

“Don't worry Y/N, we won't let him forget about his girlfriend out there.” Taehyung bites his lower lip to hold back a chuckle of his own.

“okay Casanova. Time to go. We have fans waiting.” Namjoon throws an arm over Jungkooks shoulder and steers the guys out into the hallway. The sound of the guys teasing and laughing trails behind them until the scrapping of a heavy metal door opening, fallowed by the roar of thousands of voices drowns them out. When the room once again falls silent a smirk finds its way onto your lips. You know Jungkook will hide his embarrassment well, but you also know he won't be forgetting about you out there.

Part two of kissing them in front of the other members. I’m sorry it took me so long to get this request out, life has been pretty crazy the last few months. Since the admin wasn’t specified Agma and I split this request as we will do with all requests that don’t specifically ask for a certain admin. I also apologize for how long they are (especially Hobis) I just couldn’t bear to cut them down anymore than I already had. I hope you all enjoy these. <3

~Cheonsa

#bts #bts reaction #bts request #bangtan sonyeondan #bts jungkook #bts taehyung #bts hoseok #bts namjoon #bts jhope #bts rm #bts v #bts kookie #rapmonster why'd you have to change your name

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wasabi-duck · 7 years

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romeo - namjoon

idk how to label this because romeo and juliet is obviously Straight so like im just calling it romeo namjoon so i hope you enjoy!! again, it’s gender neutral so!!

hey people i submitted all my college apps so i think i can maybe try harder with this blog

okay so for this au!! you and namjoon are fated to be together

the kim family is really really prominent in society today

not so much political or social, but economically-speaking they’re one of the top players across the board

his family controls the shipping market, whether it be post, or air, or sea

they control it all

almost everything goes through the kim family shipping industry if it isn’t public post

and that’s just the domestic market, they also do a whole ton of international business too, and have a presence all across the globe- from china, to the usa, to germany

growing up, namjoon knew that he was going to inherit the business

his entire life his family prepped him for the business, whether it be training in how to be polite and diplomatic, to going to the most prestigious schools in the country to make sure that he was over and beyond when it came to areas like economics and maths

namjoon’s entire existence revolved around being the heir for the powerful kim business, and it was almost like he wasn’t allowed to exist

he was there for the money, the power, the glory

never for himself

he always lived in the shadow of his parents, or the business

as he got older, things got worse

because more expectations were pushed on him, and suddenly the 97 in differential equations wasn’t good enough, he needed 100

and days where he used to sit in his room, messing around with a music program on his computer… he now needs to force himself to meet anyone and everyone who might have some relation to his future in the business world, half of them who are over the age of like… seventy-two

and as he got older, things also got worse because of well…

you

well, not exactly you, but your family

your family runs the most well-known media outlet in the country

and that’s just a nice way to put it

you guys are basically the paparazzi, and although there are other, smaller groups around, none of them compare to your family

seeing as how the kims are the most influential people in the shipping business, and some of the most powerful people in the business playing field, so your basically always trailing them wherever they go

it’s never a role that you wanted to be a part of

you always wanted to be a normal kid, with a normal life

but you remember one of your first gifts being a camera, and not like a cute lil baby camera, but a nice, expensive one

and you were like anyway i was like five but…

so your entire life you’ve been told that the most important goal is to find the truth, no matter what the cost

but your family definitely stretched that a bit, and you can’t help but think they invade to many private lives just to get a story, just to find anything that will make the public go absolutely wild

because of this, you’ve run into namjoon more than a few times

never personally, and never to chit-chat, but simply because you were on the scene, your camera held in your shaking hands as you tried to snap pictures of him getting out of the airport

you kind of… think he’s cute…

but it’s not like you could ever approach him

you know his family hates your family’s guts…

and your family isn’t necessarily a fan of the kims either

your family just sticks with them for the money, there’s no idolization there, actually quite the opposite, they dislike the kims for their disillusion towards the general public

when you sit down and think about it, more of the stories your family has published have been scandalous

which you know is because the public likes that…

but also because your family wants to see them pay for their general disregard and mistreatment of the public

because the kims are notorious for having prices much too high for the average person to pay continually, and since they have a monopoly on the industry, there is no competition and no incentive to work better

and so to say that there’s some animosity between your families… would be right

but you’re drawn to namjoon

he seems different from his family

where they all appear stiff and cold, his smile could light up an entire room

you’ve never seen him speak rudely to any of the paparazzi, or the public

he handles himself so professionally, and when you have had the privilege to sit in on press conference or public business meetings… he always is polite and courteous, and always listens to what everyone else has to say

and you kinda have a lil crush on him

but you’re just the shy kid behind the camera…

so like, he’d never notice you anyway

but then…

an invitation to a party shows up on your doorstep one day

your crazy mother realizes that ah yes, a party for the most socially elite means that you can get so much dirt on people there, so she’s like haha… you gotta go

and you’re like can i not i would rather sit inside and marry leo off to selena because they are my otp,,,

and your mom is like anyway you better figure out what you’re wearing

you wanna know how the hell you got invited in the first place, but you guess because your family is socially prominent you were somehow invited too…

okay so party time

it’s at some nightclub??

your girl is underage as heck so idk what they’re about

anyway i imagine some great dance music would be playing, with the bass super boosted, like idk… everytime we touch by cascada

and the lights are all dark but they have strobe lights going i think that’s what they’re called at least

and it’s, like i said, super dark, so it’s not like you can see anyone, and you maybe forgot your camera

and like there are so many people!! no matter where you go, there are at least twenty people accidentally bumping into you and it’s all a little overwhelming, so you grab a drink (grape juice) and head over to the back corner of the club where it’s less noisy, and there are less people around to bother you,,,

finally, some peace and quiet…

you close your eyes and take a deep breath

your parents would flip if you came home early, and there’s no use being outside, alone, in the dark, when everything is closed…

so you stay put, instead rummaging around your bag to see if you can find your earbuds and phone so you can just chill by yourself

you grab onto what you assume is your earbuds, but before you can pull them out, someone bumps into you, with enough impact that you topple forward

the person, apparently startled just as much as you, loses their balances, and falls on the ground right beside you

you look up

and everything slows down

it’s the part of everytime we touch where she’s like your arms are my castle btw

you blink, your eyes unable to focus in the dim light, and when your vision finally clears, you recognize the person to be none other than kim namjoon…

you startle, quickly pulling away from him, your face red in embarrassment

namjoon frowns, clearly confused, but then a look of recognition spreads across his face and he smiles a little shyly

“i think i know you.”

you nod slowly, not taking your gaze off of him

“i think i know you too…”

he stands up, then offers you a hand, which you take gratefully

he coughs awkwardly and you put your hand on the back of your neck

“um… i’m namjoon.”

and you introduce yourself too, and you almost feel the need to apologize because you’re sure that you and your family have caused him so much trouble

but you don’t know what to say, but you stay silent, unsure of what you should do next

namjoon doesn’t say anything at first, but then he sees something on the floor, and bends over to pick it up

it’s your earbuds

he hands them over with a small smile “i had the same idea.”

“parties aren’t really my thing…” you laugh softly

“mine either.” he pauses, shoving his hands in his pockets before adding, “so if you want to… maybe head outside?”

your brows furrow

“god that probably sounded creepy, i meant, like get out of here, i know a cool little diner that’s open twenty-four hours, the coffee sucks, but the dessert is pretty great.”

you laugh and nod sheepishly “yah, that sounds nice.”

so you and namjoon dip out of the party, and head down to the cafe where you talk the entire night away

you exchange numbers too hehe

anyway, as the weeks progress, you two talk more and more, and things get a little flirtier and flirtier

and you’ve become glued to your phone, and your cousin, yoongi, is like, “anyway who’s the hot babe and do they have a brother”

and youre like “yoongi,,, plz,,, it is not like that, namjoon is just a- ooPS”

cause you had namjoon under a code name like “B)” or something awful like that and you thought that you had this all under wraps but now you just basically admitted everything to yoongi isn’t that just the greatest

“kim namjoon? like the guy our family is so intent on stalking and tarnishing his name and everything? the kim namjoon who wears beanie when it is obviously bucket hat season?? that kim namjoon?”

“um…”

“he totally has a hot cousin.”

you blink “so wait, you’re not… telling on me?”

yoongi shrugs “i don’t see why i should.”

and you smile and hug him and yoongi just laughs and ruffles your hair

yoongi is the one who covers for you when you sneak out to see namjoon

and boy howdy do you see namjoon a lot

like yoongi always drives you to meet up with him, whether it be the diner, or the park, or the city!!

and he always makes awful excuses when your family asks where you are

and namjoon’s cousin, jungkook, does the same thing for him, and the two of them often meet up and laugh about it over bitter coffee

you and namjoon are so in love though, and it’s a passionate affair, not for the cheating aspect, god no, but because everything must be done in secret

every time you press your lips to his, you’re afraid that suddenly your mother will walk around the corner and rip you away from his arms

and when you two are out and about, walking down the streets, your hold his hand so tightly, so fearful that you could be torn away from him at any second

every time you call him it’s late at night, because you’re scared that your father might accidentally stop and listen in when you’re least expecting it, and your entire world will crumble to pieces

namjoon is the same way though, extra careful, extra cautious, and he always says it, says he hates how you two have to hide your relationship just because your guys’ parents hate each other

but it’s something he’s willing to hide if it means seeing you every day, being with you every day

except that you two aren’t as careful as you should hope to be, because one day you leave your phone unlocked and it just so happens that your mother was cleaning up your room a little bit, and she picked up the phone and read the messages and realized that these gentle “i love yous” were all sent to none other than kim namjoon

and she hurries down the steps, your phone in her hand, cursing and shouting and asking you what in the hell you’re thinking

and your eyes widen in horror as you realize your mistake and you rush over to try and grab the phone from her hands, but in a fit of rage, she throws the phone down and it’s probably an awful iphone or something so the entire thing shatters in a million pieces

this of course is your breaking point, and you start to sob, begging your mother to change her mind, trying to tell her that there’s nothing wrong about this, but she doesn’t listen, instead storms off to go talk to your father

you kneel down and hold the broken phone in your hands, continuing to cry harder

yoongi, startled by the commotion, comes racing in, and when he sees you, sees the scene, everything clicks

he holds you in his arms and promising things will be okay but you know they will not

after that, your parents ban you from leaving the house

you are confined to your room, and if you want to leave your room, you have to stay within the house, even being limited to indoors, as in, like can’t even see the garden

at first, namjoon thinks you’re ignoring him or something and his heart breaks because it’s not like you to ignore him, ever

but yoongi texts jungkook who tells namjoon the situation, and from that moment on, he is planning a way to get you back

one night, it’s been like a week since the incident, you are sitting on your bed, watching psych

when you hear a faint knock

you think it must be a squirrel or something like that outside?

so you ignore it

but the noise continues

so you head over to your window, and step out into the balcony, and standing there, with a large bag slung over his shoulders, is namjoon

he waves, and you cup your hands over your mouth

“are you coming?”

“like hell i’m gonna trust you to catch me!”

you laugh, and the tears have already started to prick the corners of your eyes

he smiles softly “i love you”

“I love you too namjoon…”

and im saying the balcony isn’t super high so you’re like fxxk it and you jump and he catches you and you’re both safe and sound

and when you are safely on your feet, you lean up and kiss him and he wraps his arms around your waist and pulls you close

and it feels like you kiss him for an eternity, and you want to kiss him for an eternity, but he says there’s no time, and that you two need to hurry before someone realizes something is up

he says that his friend hoseok is offering up his place for you two to stay

and with that, you two vanish into the night

obviously both sets of parents find out, and it doesn’t take them long to realize where you two are hiding

but namjoon is like nah not coming home until you recognize our love,,,

and so both parents are like our children and their happiness are most important so they are willing to make amends

you and namjoon come back home but he was digging the cute apartment vibe so he asks if you two can move out together if he still decides to manage the business in the near future

and your parents are all !! about it at first but they agree because you two are most important

and you and namjoon are happily in love and you have a cute apartment where you two snuggle and kiss all the time mwah mwah

#namjoon scenarios #namjoon reaction #namjoon scenario #bts scenarios #bts fanfic #bts scenario #bts reactions #bangtan scenarios #bangtan reactions #bangtan writing #bangtan fluff #namjoon fluff #bts fluff

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sorrytae · 7 years

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dating jungkook

important disclaimer: please remember that everything I wrote down is my own personal opinion. I do not know Jungkook personally, nor his past relationship experiences, so this is based on my imagination of ‘’realistic’’ only and on how I think it would be like dating him.

➼ taehyung l yoongi l jimin l hoseok l seokjin l namjoon

• he says that he really likes older girls (his ideal type is iu after all) but in all honesty I can imagine him so good with a girl that is slightly younger than him because they would get along so good

• because they would have more interests that they would share

• if he’s super lucky, his girlfriend would love video games and they could play together from time to time

• i can just imagine him perfectly falling for a girl that is challenging with a strong character

• she would be really pretty inside and out

• he would probably actually like to be called oppa after all, but only from you (only if you’re younger than him though)

• Jungkook is pretty young still, so he wouldn’t really know how to be a boyfriend at times

• definitely would love to tease you just like he does to his hyungs

• he would be able to make you laugh a lot because honestly he’s a funny boy with a great sense of humor

• lots of inside jokes

• he would mock you a lot

• at first he would be shy but once he gets comfortable around you, oh girl being loved by him would feel so good

• and once he gets comfortable he would also touch you a lot I think, give you lots of hugs and cheek kisses

• he loves to hold hands with his hyungs, so I believe he would love to hold yours just as much

• a lot of dorky pictures

• type of boy to steal your phone to make multiple pictures of himself for you to see afterwards

• you would love to steal his clothes even though it would really frustrate him sometimes

• cute necklaces that he would give you so you always have a piece of him no matter where you are

• you know how he’s just so obsessed with clichée love stuff like lifting you up to kiss you or the ring bell scene from kimi no na wa (your name)

• so you can be sure he would love to do that clichee cute love stuff with you

• but it wouldn’t last so long and you would have your first fights

• fights with him would be the worst for you because I believe he’s not really good at expressing his feelings so sometimes he would say things that he doesn’t mean

• or he wouldn’t say things he would love to let you know simply because he just can’t it would be so hard for him to express how he feels • but you would always make up at the end because you would just need each other

• it would even surprise him how much he would trust you after a while of being together

• besides the hard times that he would have to face he would probably experience a lot of beautiful things if he’s really in love with you

• because after all you would be his greatest escape from his idol life

• but there would also be times where he wouldn’t be able to see you for a long time

• it would turn into a long distance relationship at times because he’s just so busy with bangtan

• those would be the times it would be the hardest for the both of you

• he would try to call you as often but he would often just forget to do so because he’s too tired after shows

• you would probably get worried that he would distance himself from you since it would hit you a lot that he has millions of fan girls that just want him as much as you do

• but you would hide that thought from him simply because you wouldn’t want to upset him

• but jungkook isn’t stupid so I think if a problem like that comes up, he would notice sooner or later

• he would notice and probably ignore it for a while because he doesn’t know how to face you with it but he would think about it a lot

• it’s also that if you were apart, you would probably miss him more than he would miss you and that’s because of his just too busy schedule

• I think he simply wouldn’t have the time to always think about you even when imagines make him out to be like that

• but after all i’m sure he would never want to hurt you purposely

• he would be so loyal actually

• and he would comfort you when you’re upset even though it could only be through FaceTime or the phone

• as cheesy as that sounds i can imagine jungkook to be the one you can fall asleep with during a FaceTime call • he would probably sing for you a lot if you ask him to do so • and he would beg you to sing with him

• If you would be insecure to sing in front of him at first (which would be understandable because he’s a professional by now) he would patiently wait for you to get comfortable around him

• but once you would sing, no matter how awful,I think he would love it so much

• silly or really emotional/dramatic duets

• jungkook is a sensible boy, so your parents would love him a lot

• unlike taehyung, I feel like jungkook would be a lot faster with first kissing you and touching you once he gets comfortable

• since jungkook is the youngest that might be the reason I think he would be faster

• he really likes to touch butts so y'all can beat how happy he would be to finally have a girlfriend that is all his • he would loove to touch your butt

• especially after finding out that yours is so much softer than the ones from his hyungs

• the members would be so happy to see that you make each other so happy

• but they would also judge jungkook a lot because you would literally turn into a meme queen because of him (if you weren’t already one)

• your humor would literally base on his after a while

• he would feel so relived every time you both would just sit there and laugh at something so small

• maybe the members would also be surprised themselves sometimes at how sweet and mature jungkook could actually be in a relationship

• because besides all the fights and the hard times, you would still be the person he cares about the most and loves from the bottom of his heart

#what a beautiful boy he is #jungkook #bangtan imagines #jeon jungkook imagine #dating jungkook #boyfriend!jungkook

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stilesfuck1ngstilinski · 7 years

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@court-of-thorns-and-roses

Jimin feel’s there’s some slight favoritism when it comes the golden maknae

Sitting there in a row the three youngest members on the couch watching some tv show none of the older boys wanted to stick around for. Though Jin and Namjoon were hearing it for the most part while Jin was cooking in the kitchen Namjoon simply keeping him company. He had tried to help the oldest member, but unfortunately that led to their leader almost burning their main dish.

The aroma of the delicious food carried to the living room causing the boy’s to come scrambling in. Jin was startled when he turned to see three very hungry looking boys at the edge of the counter. “Yah, dinner isn’t ready boys you are all going to have to wait just a little longer.” Jin said plainly, they groaned deflating on the counter.

“Can we at least have a taste hyung?” Tae said perking up causing the other two boys to regain their enthusiasm. “Nope! You can wait just a tad longer I will call you when it’s ready.” The oldest stood his ground. Three pairs of eyes looking over to Namjoon hoping he could help. Holding up his hands in surrender he shook his head. “Cmon yall won’t die of starvation waiting 10 more minutes shoo shoo!” Their leader wrangling Jimin and Tae out of the kitchen Jungguk staying behind to grab a drink.

Jin’s eyes wandered around before whispering for the boy to come closer. Perking up he happily padded over as Jin held out a spoonful of the soup. The boy’s bunny teeth on display with a cheeky smile when he ate up the delicious sample. Jimin at the doorway of the kitchen who was just about to walk into the kitchen, saw everything he felt a little jealous. Jin had just told them all no! Shaking his head Jimin didn’t want to read into it too and be upset during dinner. Letting it go for now.

The next time one of these incidents happened it was at a fan sign. Jungkook having been seated next to Jin looking about done as the bunny boy played with his hair. Though it seemed he was making no objections or any move to stop it.

When Taehyung tried to join in with insinuating a game of catch with a pokeball plush. Tae tossing it over to Jungguk who with no hesitation threw it at the back of Jin’s head laughing gleefully. The bunny boy handing it back over to his fellow maknae Taehyung about to throw it at his Hyung, Jin held up a hand and gave the boy a warning look that was not so friendly. Feeling defeated he moved elsewhere to play with another Hyung. Looking over his shoulder he saw how Jungguk continued to play with Jin’s hair. The oldest member grinning while shaking his head, though giving no warning faces or telling Jungguk to cut his shit.

These incidents continued not just with Jin, the other members as well. Namjoon letting Jungguk just walk into his recording studio that anyone else, except maybe Jin, would have gotten scolded for. With Yoongi when the two would throw insults back and forth sometimes Jungguk would say something a little too clever and usually Yoongi was always the one to have the last word. Instead he gave the youngest boy the win. Even letting Jungguk hit him playfully and no one was man enough to play like that with Yoongi. Save for maybe Hoseok who would occasionally give the older some nice love taps on the ass.

Of course Hoseok being the sunflower he was was always lenient with the maknaes entertaining them. Joining in, in their fun and rough housing. Though dance practice was another thing. It was Hobi’s passion and anyone with a brain could see that. The group would spend hours and then some perfecting their songs.

The rapper would always manage to get in a couple extra hours. For his own mind sake, getting a certain move just right or work on his own stuff. Jimin, Jungguk and Hoseok were the power team of dance, so when Jimin has planned to get in just an hour or two more of practice. Hoseok was the one to put his foot down and send the pouting boy off the bed while he himself stayed behind. Passing their golden maknae in the hallway making his way back to the studio. Jimin warned him Hoseok might tell him no, looking confident Jungguk shrugged his shoulders disappearing into the room. Jimin waited for him to come back looking pouty, but he never did.

It had been not even 2 minutes had passed, Jimin feeling the irritation growing when he moved to the studio. Popping his head in to see Hobi and Jungguk already getting to working on their newest title track dance.

That had been the last straw for Jimin. He huffed stomping back to the dorm he made a beeline for Taehyung and Namjoons room. Not even bothering to knock, he had been so relieved to see Namjoon was not in yet.

“Oh MY god! Can we talk!? We’re gonna talk.” Jimin moved to plant himself on Taehyung's bed. A startled Taehyung let the other go on about what had been eating him. Thankfully for Jimin he and the other Maknae couldn’t agree more.

So the next day they decided something needed to be said. Unfortunately it hadn’t been the time for such a talk. Tomorrow afternoon they had an interview so Jimin and Taehyung had to put aside their salt for just a while longer. It had been going fine till they were in the van on their way to the studio to record. The two boys had been reprimanded for their bad attitudes and Jungguk thought it be funny to mock the pout Jimin had on display.

Jimin then in a burst of anger told the youngest boy to fuck off. The van was silent, till Yoongi spoke up from the seat behind Jimin. “Oh so are we just gonna let the kids keep their shitty attitudes or are we gonna know why you and Tae have been fuck heads all day?”

“Oh boy..” Tae groaned knowing that was just Jimin’s cue. “You wanna know why?! I will tell you guys why me and Tae have had shitty attitudes. It’s because there has been some blatant favoritism when it comes to this group!” Namjoon and Jin turned around to look at Jimin confused and hurt.

“Jimin what are you talking about?” Hoseok asked leaning over to the seat.

“I'm talking about how everyone here treats Jungguk better than me and Taehyung!”

The van silent again the driver feeling a little sweaty at the tension between the boys. He was their usual but was now worried if he should pull over or keep heading back to the dorm.

Jungkook who had been sitting on the other side of Taehyung started feeling extremely awkward not quite sure what Jimin was trying to get at. As far as he knew everyone in their group was treated as just the same.

Jin shaking his head before speaking up, “Jiminie-ah what in the world would make you feel that way?” His voice comforting not wanting to upset Jimin anymore than he clearly was. “Um excuse me hyung? You’re one of the worst ones you always feed and baby Jungguk. Namjoon always let’s him get away with a lot more when he’s being a little shit or moody. Hoseok hyung doesn’t tell him to get his ass to sleep when he wants extra practice. Yoongi hyung doesn’t reprimand him as much as he does me or Tae!”

With his rant over and on the verge of tears all eyes were on Jimin, as much as Taehyung had to agree with his fellow member he never realised how much this had been affecting Jimin. It seemed everyone was in the same boat because as ready as Jin had been to talk it out he wasn’t sure what to say now.

The tension thick in the air it seemed no one wanted to set Jimin off again. “I'm sorry Hyung..” Jimin whipped his head to the side to see Jungguk looking rather dejected.

“I didn’t know you felt like that, I mean if i'm who you’re really mad at i'm sorry.” A hard frown set on the youngest face. Jimin looked around the van eyes on him once more. Sighing Jimin shook his head crying his eyes a little, “No Jungguk you’re not the one i'm mad at okay...just..” What was he supposed to do now. Jin unbuckled his seat belt moving from his seat to kneel in front of Jimin. Such a mom move Jimin thought, as a fisted hand covered his mouth trying his best to not cry again. “Jiminie we had no idea you felt this way, we didn’t even feel we singling you boys out. Yeah Jungguk is babied but Jimin-ah you do remember he came here when he was fifteen when we all debuted. You and Tae were older and we didn’t think that’s what we had been doing.” Jin taking Jimin’s hands in his own he rubbed his thumb over the back of them.

“Yeah Jiminie, we just you know thought we treated you guys all the same, we’re sorry if we weren’t we still adore you and Taehyungie just as much.” Hoseok rubbed Jimin and Tae’s shoulder hoping his words were enough to help sooth the hurt boy.

“I agree with Hobi-ah, you boys all know we love you just the same and wouldn’t dream of picking favorites.” Namjoon smiled at the Maknae’s from his seat. Taehyung smiled back appreciating the kind words from his older members. “I'm still sorry Jimin Hyung..” Jungguk spoke up again scratching the back of his head. “Its okay really kookie, I'm the one who's sorry to everyone. I shouldn’t have overreacted and thought you guys would even do that to me or Tae.” Looking up at Jin the oldest member pulled Jimin into a tight hug. Jimin relishing in the comfort he pulled away with a smile. “If it’s any consolation Jimin-ah all three of you boys annoy the shit out of me equally.” Yoongi finally speaking up Hoseok smacked his arm.

The tension was drowned out by the sound of their laughter. The rest of the ride Jimin felt a weight had been lifted off his chest.

From then on each of the hyung’s made sure to treat the three boys fairly of one was told no the other two received the answer. They were all told to sleep when rest was need, no one needed to push themselves to unnecessary lengths. Jimin no longer felt like there was any favoritism he knew every one of his Hyung’s cared for and loved them equally.

#I started writing this liking it but then I started to not like it lmao!!!!#bts #bts fanfic #if there are typos im sorry #i literally wrote and then posted

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