#it feels like my duty as a BTS fan to stand up for what is right

[theharrowing]

i'm boycotting hybe merch and i think you should too

listen: i'm not going to hold anyone's feet to the fire and say "boycott or else" and i am not going to unfollow or unfriend people, but i have been thinking a lot about this, and then i saw a post on twitter basically outlining everything that i have been mulling over & then some, and it has just been on my mind all day (and tbh for a few days) and i thought that maybe if i put these thoughts out into the world, it might get people thinking.

i also realize that these thoughts would have been better if realized before black friday and current merch drops, but it is what it is. i didn't even know they were doing another merch drop because i do not pay attention.

THE AFOREMENTIONED THOUGHTS; APOLOGIES FOR BEING SCATTERED:

we are witnessing the starbucks boycott working, and although it is yet to be stated whether that is making anyone on the upper level rethink their bullshit, they have been losing billions !!! of dollars.

i think people will be like "but i don't want to hurt BTS as people," and i hear that, but i also do not genuinely think a boycott would. they are literally fucking millionaires, and it is so hard to not get on my "i don't respect millionaires or believe they have the right to exist" soapbox when i do love them so much, but i also don't think they need our money, especially right now. especially because some (if not most) money can't go to them while they are in the military anyway (although i did see something about how the artist collection proceeds still might since it was initially sold before??? idk. still they are fucking millionaires.)

i think that what would be impactful would be for people to stop buying the merch for a while to send a message to hybe that we are not in support of zionists working with BTS. a romantic, faraway dream is for them to drop scooter braun's dumbass all together, but i do not genuinely think hybe or bang pd gives a shit about much beyond money, which is unfortunate. on this note tho, we could organize an email campaign??? i am more than down??? but it would depend on a lot of you participating. (if you're down tho i will type it up right away.)

do i think we need to boycott golden as a whole? no. i mean........i'm not buying the album because i have personally been more or less boycotting merch since the whole angel pt. 1 debacle, but i think that streams are fine bc they hardly bring in money anyway. but i am boycotting the justin timberlake and usher remixes because.......well, sorry but the favs are problematic.

[going to center myself and my feelings quick and i apologize...] i just cannot get through a day without sobbing uncontrollably about what is happening in gaza. and i cannot, in good faith, support zionists or people who work with them. this falls in line with BTS preaching for us to "love yourself, speak yourself." everything they have stated in UN speeches and in many of their lyrics makes me feel like the only thing i can do as a fan is stand up for injustices when i see them, and hybe working with zionists is a huge injustice. and if you disagree.......idk. i cannot sympathize with or understand you; this post is not for you.

i think it is a huge injustice to what BTS instills in people and makes them believe if we sit back while hybe does whatever the fuck they want without caring about the consequences.

(disney is also on the list, by the way, of companies that support israel. if you need illegal links to disney+ bts content, we can figure something out.)

also, i will say that while silence is violence and choosing neutrality is choosing the side of the oppressor, i wonder if the reason none of the guys are speaking out about the conflict has to do with their enlistment (aka something pertaining to matters i do not understand within the korean government) or within the company itself because they work with scooter et al (aka bang telling them to stay quiet.) whatever the reason is, i guess i am choosing the side of wishful thinking right now. i have absolutely no proof for any of these thoughts, but i do see some people angry at BTS for not speaking up, and while i agree that everyone should use their platforms, i am wondering aloud whether there might be a reason for it. this is not me making excuses for anyone, though........i just don't know. i have no idea.

SOME FINAL FINAL THOUGHTS:

at the end of the day, we can only do what we can. if you can only boycott so much, you can only boycott so much. it takes time and effort to radicalize to the point of cutting out so many unnecessary things what we deem as "necessary." but it is possible. your money does make a difference, and wouldn't you want that difference to be good? and if you do have a moment of weakness, it is important to continue to stay the path and do not let guilt make you feel one way or another. we all make mistakes but the important thing is that we try.

ALSO if you want cute merch, support independent artists!!!!!!!!! the BTS army is full of amazing creatives and your money can help them for a little while instead!!!

i might be missing a lot, like i said, my brain is super scattered. but if this resonates or speaks to you or there is more i should consider, please reach out.

[kanmom51]

I wanna say something and this is just my opinion that as an army myself i would definately be proud of BTS going to military and doing their service. Is it that bad ?? I have seen "armys" disagreeing with bts going to military. I mean WHY won't and why can't they???? If they want then they should go. Armys are fans not bts are not supposed to do everythinf armys says ?? Do they?? They have their own life . Same goes with dating stuff. So what are your thoughts ???

Hey anon.

Absolutely nothing wrong with being proud of them for going to serve in the military.

Military in SK is not only compulsory but also is considered a civic duty and something to be proud of. BTS members over the years have said on more than one occasion that they would be proud to serve their country and enlist when the time comes.

I actually read this interesting post by @kimsaena88, it's worth having a look at.

I think that as I-army we can want/wish them not to go into the army for our own selfish reasons, but we can't, by any means, demand it or expect it or criticise it.

Maybe, just maybe, I-army from countries where military service is compulsory, where the country is still at war, fighting for it's existence, maybe they could understand the significance of ms and how those that don't do their civic duty are perceived in their society.

I-army that live in countries that aren't at war, that aren't under constant threat, they don't understand the significance of enlistment, especially when it's compulsory, meaning not going to the army makes you the stand out, the one being criticized, the one being questioned why you didn't do what every other able man has to.

Now to BTS. If they want to enlist, well of course army have NO right to tell them they can't or that they shouldn't. It's their decision, and their decision alone.

Truthfully speaking, I think that BTS today are not the same boys talking about enlistment several years ago. They are at the peak of their success, and getting up and having to leave it all right now, the timing sucks for them. I don't pretend to know what or how they feel, but my gut tells me that at the moment, the way things stand, where they are, the pandemic holding them back, not being able to go on tour 2020-2021, at this point they would rather be able to continue working, go on tour, perform, than pick up and leave it all for at least 18 months. I think that the pandemic really fucked their plans up, like it did to so many others of us, so the timing sucks.

There are always exemptions given, rules set by the governments, and the question at the moment is does the SK government change the current law to allow said exemption for BTS. We are all waiting on a decision, one that isn't coming, and now with the new government I'm not super optimistic about the chances of said exemption.

How do I feel?

Nervous.

Again, for my own very selfish reasons, I don't want to see them go. I'll miss them terribly. The uncertainty of if they do come back after and how they come back after ms, it stresses me out, lol.

I also worry about them, their safety, their mental state during service, and after what happened with Taemin (and we don't know exactly how bad it got, but it had to be really bad for him to be released to civil service), I'm even more worried. For the Maknae line especially. Each of them for a different reason.

But, if they have to go into the army, they have to. Again, it's their civic duty. It's something they knew was eventually going to happen. It's something that every able man between 18-30 has to do and does. I'll be out here praying they get through it safely, physically and mentally, and wait to see them on the other side, with experiences that will most definitely make for good song material.

[bts-reveries]

the most beautiful moment in life | epilogue

The Most Beautiful Moment in Life.

We all knew that to get to the pretty parts of life, you’d have to get ugly first. 

Hey, no pain no gain right? 

Well I hope you liked our most beautiful moment in life. Thank you for going through the good, the bad, and the ugly. For running after Hana with Yoongi when she saw the grand opening of 24/7 Heaven. For walking with Huimang to Hobi’s door. For riding the train to Ilsan with Byul to meet Namjoon. For being with Jimin when he was scared and alone with Mingyu. For being with Taehyung when he finally met the one. For being with Jungkook and Rina when they got engaged. And for being with Jin and Mae when their perfect life wasn’t so perfect after all. 

It was happy, it was sad, sometimes it made us mad… but I mean, that’s what we have to go through sometimes right? Not only does it make the story more interesting, haha, but it happens in real life. As cheesy as it sounds, rainbows come after the rain.  

We started off happy, then went to parts that made us sad or angry.

That’s just what you go through to be happy sometimes.

The boys, the girls, the kids, they all fell apart at one point, only to reach their happy ending.

So hey

If you ever feel like you’re falling apart, maybe you’re just falling into place.

Maybe

Just maybe

You’re about to reach the most beautiful moment of your life.

Because right now, in real life, away from this one, we are all going through the same thing.

Yeah, the pandemic.

I know we don’t all live the same exact lives, but we all had it rough this past (almost) two years.

We might’ve lost a job, a loved one, connection with friends, got sick, got depressed, felt scared, and so much more. Because I have. Not every single one of those in that list, but most of them. 

If you were here since daddy duties, that was the start of the pandemic. I believe the lockdown in my country happened when I was posting the intro for that. How crazy?!

For most of us, this AU has been a little escape. A world without covid as someone once said. Actually, a lot of you have told me that reading this AU and receiving notifications for updates etc. are what makes your day. Which means so much to me of course!

“Hey Miya.”

I look up from my laptop to see Jin standing there in front of my desk here at work. 

“Hey Jin, do you need anything?” I ask, closing my laptop. I always brought my personal laptop to work for whenever it gets quiet. Being a receptionist here at Moon Studios is pretty fun, but of course, it does get boring sometimes. 

“No, no, I’m good. I actually am about to head home, but Yeonjun is still here,” Jin tells me. He has a smile on his face. “You two should go out, isn’t your shift over in a few?”

“Uh.. yeah it is,” I say, letting out a shy laugh. “Sure, um. I’ll just finish this up and I can go and meet him.” Jin nods.

“Okay, I’ll text him to come down soon. See you again tomorrow,” he says, walking away.

“See ya!”

Okay, anywho.

This was fun. A lot of us have a special connection with these characters and don’t want to see them go. Some want to see Rina and JK get married, I mean, we have all been anticipating it since the beginning right? Some want Sarang and Hobi to finally have a baby. And some just want to see the kids grow up. 

Because, well… 

Life Goes On

!note to readers!

This is in the span of a few years, not everyone’s first pic, second pic, etc. is on the same timeline (does that make sense?)

The instagram post shows a preview of their lives after the most beautiful moment in life. No, they did not all get engaged around the same exact time, nor did they all get married the same time/year, and had kids at the same time lol. It just shows that after the most beautiful moment in life they went on with their lives and got engaged, got married, had kids etc.

It could be the same year or different years. (ex. Rina and JK could of gotten married the same year Sohyun and Yoongi got engaged and around that time, Sarang and Hobi got pregnant.)

No years or dates were specified in this epilogue.

Also, the OCs instagram profiles are in the order of the AU’s release, not the dates of when the events of their lives happened!

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the most beautiful moment in life 

☻ epilogue ☻

pairings: BTS x OCs (yoongi x sohyun, hoseok x sarang, namjoon x byul, jimin x yuna, taehyung x bora, jungkook x rina, seokjin x mae)

a/n: now this wraps it up! i felt like i said everything i needed to say already up there. but here’s a bit more. this au is so so so dear to my heart. never have i ever thought it would make it this far. nor did i ever think that i would have this many people reading it! i have made so many friends from this series. you all have a special place in my heart! thank you to everyone who followed along since the very beginning, and even the ones whom just found out about us in the last member’s au. i didn’t think i’d be so attached to these characters, so just like a lot of you.. i want a part two. so with that being said, the most beautiful moment in life goes on. let this be a “part two” to the series, although it will be completely different in terms of format (???) i’ll have an official post on it later this week! until then, this isn’t good bye :)

taglist: @ramyagovindraj​ @sope-and-shine​ @jayhope88​ @casspirit0705​ @mygooie0 @fan-ati--c​ @spacxmann​ @princessjazzyjazz​ @sugaaddiction​ @ephyra1230​ @starlitemotions​ @alittlestudycorner​ @justinetingball​ @somewhereofftheglobe​ @ygbubs​ @salty-for-suga​ @momma-said-that-it-was-oke​ @mikrokosmicjoon​ @taekookcaneatme​ @betysotelo18​ [photos found via instagram and pinterest (mostly pinterest, so most of the pictures are unknown) here are the baby’s instagram:

jin: wooju_mom

namjoon: 2ah.in

yoongi: kimibbong1317

hoseok: nayun_mom

jimin: p_aiou

taehyung: no instagram, found on pinterest (jhanuul)

jungkook: tokki.daram]

[jungshook69]

.:☆.°☾.Jealous.☾°.☆.:

DISCLAIMER: This doesn’t represent the members’ actions or the army’s actions in any manner it’s pure fiction. This is an original work, do not copy. The taglist is open if you want. Taglist is now closed.

WORD COUNT: 1358 words

PAIRING/S: Jungkook X female reader

GENRE: Established relationship au ; Oneshot/Imagine

WARNINGS: None

ABOUT: This oneshot is part of a 7 part BTS imagine called “Jealous”. This oneshot is a reaction imagine of how each member would get jealous of their s/o in a given situation.

7 PARTS: Namjoon || Seokjin || Yoongi || Hoseok || Jimin || Taehyung || Jungkook

STATUS: Complete

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You felt a bead of sweat travel down your forehead as your legs moved at an incredulous rate on the treadmill beneath you. Your chest was heaving and completely drenched in sweat as you tried to keep your staggered breath steady. You shut your eyes close, as you tried to engross yourself in the music blasting through your air pods.

Two minutes later you heard the familiar beeping of the machine underneath you, indicating that your hour on the treadmill was over. You hopped off and turned your attention to the rest of the folks in the gym, disconnecting your air pods simultaneously.

You watch Taehyung, Yoongi and Namjoon lifting kettle bells in the corner, Jimin and Hoseok were still running on the treadmills and lastly Jin was situated on a pec-deck machine, and your boyfriend Jungkook was seated beside the older, lifting dumbbells.

You were their personal fitness trainer and took exercise very seriously. You liked to maintain a healthy lifestyle and were incredibly proud of your toned abs that were sprawled across your abdomen, as you took a quick take of your figure in the gym mirror.

You made your way over to Jin and Jungkook and observed Jin’s figure. Now this may sound a little weird, but you never ogled anyone in the gym. You didn’t look at them with lust. When you were observing someone’s figure, who in this case was Jin in a black tank top, you always kept it professional. Your mind immediately kicked into auto drive as you begin thinking about what machine you would recommend them to work at next.

“You know Jin oppa, you don’t need the pec-deck machine.” You spoke up after a minute of thinking.

You caught Jungkook’s attention too. “What?” Jin spoke up.

“See, you already have pretty broad shoulders like Taehyung, but your shoulders are already pretty uplifted naturally. So this makes it appear as though you’re naturally toned at the chest. And trust me when I say you have a great upper toned figure already. I think you should work on your quads. So I think you should ditch the 25 minutes over here every week and swap it out for 40 minutes on the seated leg press machine.” You state your analysis.

“Okay” Jin said without a complaint, moving to switch spots for the rest of the session. This is what you loved about working with them. They always respected your decision and knew that whatever was being suggested was only to make them a better version of themselves.

You were about to move on to the trio lifting the kettle bells, when Jungkook’s feeble voice stopped you, “Noona, what about me? Do I need to change anything?” he said his eyes sparkling.

That was something you found astonishing about him. How his face represented that of a young teenage boy, his doe eyes sparkling, while his body was that of a muscle man. But recently after you had complimented him on his cute face, he had taken it the wrong way, and had decided to grow his hair out, indulging into man buns, in an attempt to make his face look more manly. You absolutely loved his long black hair, but you had kindly explained to him that he needn’t look all macho all the time to impress you. After understanding the situation he had decided to keep his long hair, as he’d fallen in love his new look.

“Noona?” Jungkook’s soft voice disrupted the array of your thoughts.

“Yeah… no… you don’t need to change anything babe, I think your routine is fine, at least for another month.” You said turning on your heels to move towards the trio in the other corner of the gym.

Before you knew it, you were assessing the three and assigning them their respective machines. You were right in the middle of checking Yoongi’s weight plates so it wouldn’t be too strenuous on his fragile shoulders, when a loud yelp echoed off the walls of the gym followed by a loud thump. You motioned the others to wait as you ran towards the source of the familiar voice.

Your eyes met with the sight of Jungkook’s left hand gripping his right shoulder, his eyebrows furrowed, his mouth partially open, gasping for air, a pained expression written all over his sweaty face. Your eyes shifted to multiple giant weight plates all on a pile on the floor, having slid of the dumbbell bar.

“What do you think you’re doing?” your voice half-laced with annoyance, half with concern.

“I was just… lifting weights” he said breathlessly.

“Yeah I can see that. But why are they out of your weight class? Why did you add on an extra 10 pounds to the barbell?” you ask.

“I just wanted to try something…”

“Well you can’t just impulsively change your weight class Jungkook. It’s gonna strain your arm muscles. No wonder you got hurt.” You said crouching down to your knees as you tried to move his arm back and forth, checking on his muscle strain.

“I just wanted to improve my frame…”

“Well you can’t do that Jungkook. We follow a level of professionalism here. There’s a reason I’m your personal trainer.” You said sternly. Nothing came in between you and strict professionalism, and Jungkook knew that. It was part of the reason as to why he found you so enticing.

“I- I’m sorry” he said chest heaving.

“You gonna tell me why you really did that babe?” you say in a softer tone. You could tell Jungkook had a hidden intention behind his impulsive action.

“No reason.”

“Don’t give me that bullshit Jeon, tell me…”

“Fine! I got a bit insecure when you were complimenting Jin hyung’s figure, so I wanted to change things up a bit…” he said sighing.

“Gguk, hey look at me…” he immediately looked up to the voice of you calling him by his nickname.

“Listen… please don’t feel insecure… it’s my job to observe and analyze your guys’ figures and ensure you guys remain healthy and fit. And the comments I throw around about your bodies during our sessions are merely to decide what’s the next step to keep you guys in shape. It’s my job Gguk, you need to understand. I am in no way comparing you guys to each other okay?” you said calmly explaining to him.

“Okay…” he said a small smile forming on his lips.

“Promise me you won’t go ahead and do anything impulsive like that again… because if you hurt yourself, your fans are gonna be really upset and worried about you.”

“Yeah…”

“Mr. Jeon Jungkook, I never thought of you as the jealous type.” You said giggling after a short pause, trying to lift the tension in the room.

“Noona… hush” he says his cheeks turning red, as he refused to meet your eyes.

You drank in his flustered and disheveled state as you bent down to his level and thread your fingers through his long black hair. His eyes visibly widened as you closed the proximity between the two of you.

“You have some guts, telling me what to do Gguk…” you said dominating the chiseled man in front of you. You watched as his Adams apple bobbed up and down nervously.

“N-Noona… someone might see us…” he gulps, his breath uneven.

“Let them” you say connecting your lips in a steamy kiss, the fear of being caught, leaving a feeling of excitement shiver through your body. You let your tongue dart out, tracing a warm trail along his soft lips. Just as he opened his mouth to give you the entrance you ever so subtly asked for, you pulled your tongue away, completely disconnecting your lips from his.

You watched his hooded eyes, blown out with lust, flutter open, as he looks at you with his mouth agape.

“Sorry baby, duty calls.” You say standing up, smirking.

“B-But…” you watched his adorable red cheeks as he struggled to form words.

“I promise I’ll make it up to you tonight.” You say winking and walking away to resume your job, leaving Jungkook’s mess of state behind.

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A/N: I wanted to try something different and write Y/N as a dom character and the male lead as a sub character. Also I wanted to show that Jungkook is a perfectionist. He wants to be good at everything, and he is, owing to his competitive nature. But I just wanted to make a point that he doesn’t have to be good at everything for us to love him. We all love him no matter what, and that he doesn’t have to strain himself, just to feel loved by us.

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ENDING NOTE: Hey guys! I just wanted to say I was pleasantly surprised by the amount of love my series got. I never expected more than 3 people or so to read my story. But you guys surprised me with the amount of people who liked my series. I just wanted to say a big thank you for the support as it motivates me to work harder and give you guys better works in the future. Sending you all a big virtual hug, stay safe, and I look forward to sharing more of my writing with y’all :)

[sohin-ace]

※ A walk with the Jojos

Inspired by a 'A walk with BTS' meme scenario I found somewhere.

Gender neutral and Aromantics friendly :)

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Jotaro: Puts his coat over your shoulders when it gets cold.

A gust of cold wind flew past you and Jotaro as you both strolled down the streets of his hometown peacefully. A sharp shudder coursed through you, goosebumps almost painful on your sensitive skin.

Oh how you wished you brought a jacket or at least your school uniform cardigan with you. The early days of spring had started sunny and trustworthy, but of course, the temperature had to drop on you on that very special day.

Your incessant rubbing of your arms and duck of your head didn't go unnoticed by Jotaro next to you. He was aware of the cold and could see from the corner of his eyes how flushed your fingers were and how you winced with every blow of the unforviging wind.

The boy didn't think twice and sighed, proceeding to shake his long gakuran off of his broad shoulders.

You didn't even notice he was disrobing until you felt heavy and warm fabric suddenly weight down on your shoulders, enveloping you, the loud clanking of chains accompanying the movement.

You looked up at the tall male, pleasantly surprised yet also confused, and he only grumbled in response, looking straight forward.

"Yare yare daze... You could have just asked you know."

You never dared. You couldn't dare. After all, it was your problem that you forgot your jacket at home. It surely wasn't Jotaro's job to fix your mistakes, you thought. You wouldn't bother him for such a trivial matter, no matter how close you were. Of course, Jotaro did not share that mindset at all.

You always wondered how he managed to notice every little changes about you and every single reactions while also acting so nonchalant and careless. Behind his rough appearance and act, you loved Jotaro for his selflessness and his unmatched kindness.

You sighed in bliss as you hugged his jacket closer, so warm and soft around you. What a relief it was for your cold skin, it felt like his very own rare embrace.

It smelled just like him, too. You usually weren't a fan of the smell of nicotine and would often tease him for it, but when it was so deliciously mixed with his foreign cologne and his natural scent, it felt like something close to heaven to you. Something comforting, safe, and incredibly gentle.

His jacket was gigantic compared to you and you were sure you looked like a fool wearing this unfitting blanket, swallowing you and making you look even smaller and ridiculous than you already were next to him.

"Thank you Jotaro." You grinned, appreciative towards this kind giant, who you were grateful to always have your back whenever you needed, without even having to ask him.

He responded with a subtle nod before grabbing your shoulder and keeping his strides forward, seemingly satisfied with his good deed and with your smile.

Joseph: Accidentally trips you when he turns to talk to you.

It wasn't unusual for Joseph to blabber on his bizarre adventures. With all the things he had lived, he always had something to recount.

You'd always tell him to write a book about all his plights, but then you'd remember the guy barely had enough braincells to even put two and two together and instantly drop the idea.

Today was just a normal day in New York City, you had been strolling around with the behemoth, listening intently, or rather, tiredly as he rambled ceaselessly.

You were stuck between loving all his crazy stories and being annoyed at his obnoxious and theatrical, 'Jojo-fied', as you liked to call it, storytelling.

"And then he said 'You'll never touch the ground ever again Joseph Joestar!' but look who's in outer space now, huh?!" He yelled out, making a few heads turn with his exaggerated hand gestures and booming voice.

You nodded your head and responded with very basic 'Uh huh's and 'Oh's, as well as 'That's cool' and whatnot. Not like you didn't care for what he was saying, but you just couldn't figure what to tell him. Also, the unnecessary attention you were getting was quite flustering too.

"GASP! Y/N I ALMOST FORGOT!! I DIDN'T EVEN TELL YOU THE BEST PART YET!!!"

Before you could even process what was happening, Joseph forcefully turned towards you, gasping loudly and intenting to grab your already very well-gripped attention.

But the brute was so clumsy about it, he kicked his unreasonably thick leg in front of your much smaller feet, not warning you as you kept walking, only to trip over him with a yelp that you'd never forget.

"YEEEK-!"

"WOAAH-!!"

With an even louder scream, Joseph tried his best to grab you before you could kiss New York City's piss tainted ground, yanking you to your feet as best as he could, which was more than enough with the strength the man had.

He eventually held you against his chest firmly, his arms belted more than securely around your shoulders and back, shocked and scared that if he loosened his grip even the slightest, you'd either fly away or just collapse.

You panted with adrenaline after regaining your  balance and barely left him any time to laugh at your demise or even react at all.

"JOJO YOU FREAKING DUMBASS!!!" You hollered all your fury, pushing yourself off of him, "I ALMOST DIED HERE!!!!"

Joseph cowered in fear as you proceeded your attacks on his poor arms, chest and face. He yelped in pain, desperately putting his arms up in front of him in hopes to shield himself from your unstoppable slapping. For someone with such small hands, you sure hit hard.

"Ow ow ow stop please! This is abuse!! I'm sorry-Ow! Please, n-not there~ ACK- OKAY FINE I'LL STOP!!!"

Josuke: Notices your shoe lace in untied and ties it for you.

In the small, crazy, noisy and bizarre town that was Morioh, there was a famous legend running.

"That if your boyfriend kneels down to tie your shoelaces for you, they'll never come undone ever again! Do you believe that?" You chuckled, barely paying any attention to your surroundings.

Josuke strolled mindlessly next to you, half listening, half not. You were well aware that boys like him often had a hard time paying attention for more than a minute unless it was about sports, video games, or a very big pair of boobs.

"Hmmh, yeah. Crazy stuff..." He mumbled, looking blankly forward, his eyes catching passing cars and boutiques but his ears catching none of your words.

"Hey... Are you even listening?" You glared suspiciously at him, frustrated already. This boy could never concentrate.

"Oh tell me about it." He replied, not even knowing what he was even responding to. Eye twitching, you tested him one last time.

"Rohan has a really nice ass and I'm much better at Smash Bros than you'll ever be."

"Oh, absolutely. You know it!" He nodded, much to your great offense.

"Hey.. Josuke...!" You growled, ready to give him a good slap of reality, "Higashikata!!"

As if on cue, Josuke glanced down and noticed that your shoelaces were untied as you walked.

Without even thinking twice about it, Josuke moved his hands from where they were resting behind his neck and instantly brought one to your chest, stopping you dead in your tracks.

You shot him a puzzled look at his sudden behavior and he immediately bent over, getting down on one knee, on the floor, in front of you, without a care in the world, right in the middle of the street.

You looked down at him and gasped as you noticed he started tying up your poorly secured shoelaces that you didn't bother knotting properly in the morning.

"Oi-! Josuke, what are you doing?! Get up, it's fine I'll do it mysel-"

"Oh shush." He cut you off, handling the chords into cute and safe little bows on your shoes, like a knight, or a prince, happy to fulfill his duty.

You couldn't hold back your blush at the embarassing and impromptu situation. Your heart raced as you tried to get him to stand up, but he was adamant on helping you whether you were embarassed or not.

The boy was completely nonchalant about the ordeal, never caring about the weird looks you both were getting and the many whispers of 'how cute' and 'what an adorabe couple' people were gushing out.

You couldn't reciprocate the indifference. You knew Josuke was the serving type, and this was normal for him. To make your life easy, to treat you, to protect you.

And to fix you.

"... Are you sure you haven't been listening to me? I feel like you're hitting on me right now Jojo." You raised an eyebrow as he got up, proud of his handiwork.

His expression soon fell into a shocked one and he visibly stiffened, "Huh? What? No I'm not?!"

"You literally tied my shoelaces right after I told you that's a boyfriend thing to do!" You shot back and he blushed deep red, gasping at yout sudden assumptions.

"What??! It's not though!! I'm not- I wasn't even paying attention!"

"You're hitting on me, I'm telling Mr. Jotaro."

"NO DON'T TELL HIM!!!"

Jonathan: Carves his and your initials into a tree.

Jonathan had invited you to join him one afternoon in the usual place you both loved to hang out.

You two talked and walked around a path that you could call your little escape route. One you've used so much, you were pretty sure to be responsible for green-less trail that longed the riverside.

Very suddenly, Jonathan stopped dead in his tracks, without saying anything, effectively grabbing your attention.

"What's wrong, Jojo?" You asked, looking back at him.

Without a warning, he took out a small object from his pocket, smiling coyly at you. You were confused but your expression soon shifted when he pressed on a small mechanism that swiftly revealed a sharp, shiny blade.

You flinched and gasped, bringing a hand to your mouth in shock. "Jojo!! Why are you walking around with a pocket knife?! Are you crazy??!!"

He panicked at your reaction and got flustered, agitating his hands around, a dangerous gesture to make for someone holding a knife.

"N-no no no! Wait, Y/N! It's just- I mean, it's useful sometimes... I mean..." He blabbered, not knowing how to breathe between words anymore, "I don't use it... Or- well... I don't do weird things with it it's just-... I would never-... "

He stuttered anxiously, trying to justify himself, getting more and more stressed with your lack of response. Oh no, God, he didn't want to scare you off or lose you over something like this!

He would never forgive himself if you ever thought he were a dangerous man, or a delinquent, or worse, that he'd ever hurt you, and in such a cowardly way too.

He stopped panicking when you suddenly chuckled.

"Ooouh~ Oh my~" You sang teasingly, before pointing at him in playful accusation "Am I hanging out with a baaaad boy~? Jojo you nasty man!"

"S-... STOP IT!!" He cried out as you laughed your heart out, scared that somebody might hear you and take it the wrong way. "Just... Hold on..."

With the knife in his hand, he turned his back to you and started carving something in the tree trunk. You approached and tried to look over his shoulder, wondering what kind of nonsense he could be drawing in there.

"What is this?" You gently tapped his busy arm and he tried to hide his work from your nosy eyes.

"Wait! It's a surprise! I'm almost done... Just... A little bit..." He grunted a bit as he finished carving the blunt surface, "Aaannd.... Done!"

He stepped back, wiping his brow and leaning his hand on the tree, letting you enough space to admire his little work of art. Proud yet also a bit anxious about your reaction.

You got closer to the little heart he drew on the tree. Heart with both your initials in it. For the sake of discretion, he rathered write your initials over your names, which made it all the more adorable, in your eyes.

You gasped lightly, not able to contain your giddy smile. "Jonathan! That's so cheesy! Who taught you that? Have you been reading those weird romance novels?"

"Yes- I mean, NO! No! I don't read that! I'm a man! Only girls read those!" He spat back, flushing a shade of red you wished you could paint.

"Hmmmmm yeah, right!"

He could only chase you around to hopefully make you stop teasing him. He knew he'd never hear the end of it.

Johnny: Grabs your hand and places it around his arm.

"I gotta say..." You started, happily sipping on your drink, "The best thing about your handicap is how we can skip the line for everything!"

You grinned behind Johnny as you pushed his wheelchair forward, walking around the city for the short time you were in Kansas.

"I know. You'll owe me one by the way." He blankly jested, his tone not matching his humour. You've known him long enough to catch on the little perks of his speech, making you chuckle again.

You balanced your cup with one hand to get a better grip on the chair's handles and got back to pushing him. Johnny was quick to realise you were slowing down every once in a while to drink up.

"Stop." He ordered and you obliged, surprised by the sudden request.

"Huh?" You bent over slightly to try to look at him. "Are you okay? Did you need something?"

"This won't do..."

You walked around to get next to him. You were used to him having his foot falling from the footrest and putting it back before it could hurt him, or needing to reajust his back seat from time to time.

Nothing out of the ordinary, you thought. You would have never expected his next request.

Johnny looked over at you, no words shared, and offered his arm out to you, like the perfect gentleman he was.

"...Jojo?"

"I can move by myself. Drink your tea in peace." He blushed and looked away, sighing to himself.

You couldn't help your smile and endeared look. Your Johnny was always such a kind soul behind what he let show. He was observant and selfless. That's why he wanted to free you the burden of pushing his wheelchair, at least so you could enjoy your drink for a moment.

However it was obvious to you that he wanted you to hold him, so dearly, and had found an excuse for you to do so without asking you such an embarassing question.

You couldn't pass on the cute opportunity, but at the same time, you wanted him to make the first move.

You tilted your head, shooting him a faux confused and oblivious look, letting him know you needed him to be clearer in his request.

He huffed and held back on face palming, cheeks becoming redder by the second. Why were you always doing this to him? Teasing him to no end.

He abruptly grabbed you hand, softening his grip immediately after measuring his strength, and placed it around his arm.

You happily followed his lead and gently grabbed his arm, much sturdier than it looked, and gave him enough space to roll the wheels in pace with you.

"Thank you Johnny~" You chimed happily and he let out the ghost of a smile in response, smile that you sadly missed.

Giorno: Makes you dance with him when you walk past a busker.

You passed along a bay in Naples with Giorno, both of you exceptionnally finishing school early due to the surprising absence of your math teacher.

You both talked and suddenly heard the distant sound of accordion, getting louder and louder the more you walked.

You paused, much more intrigued by the musician  on the paved pedestrian street, playing a beautiful song for all to listen to. He was a sweet-looking old man, playing a traditionnal Tarantella, the iconic sound of Italy.

Giorno stopped with you, wanting to hear more of what this busker had to offer. You smiled, appreciating the sweet melody and calculated movements of the instrumentalist.

Giorno suddenly walked up in front of you, bending down at the waist to offer his hand out to you, his intense green eyes inviting you and snatching you out of your rêverie.

"Would you care to honor me with a dance, Y/N?"

You gasped silently and felt your cheeks burn at his words, his voice like velvet.

"W-... What? Right here, right now...?" You hesitated, but still gently laid your hand over his soft one, seeking reassurance in his hold.

Giorno was always a charming and extremely well-mannered boy despite the lack of proper education he had received. You would always tell him how princely he looked and acted, and he never failed to impress you by his eloquence, his broad mind, and his gestures.

But you surely did not expect him to propose you a dance, out in public. The sole idea was making you self-conscious, but also excited.

He ever-so-slightly closed his fingers around yours, expecting your consent with a soft smile. You were always at ease with Giorno, for the years you've known each other. Why would you ever refuse anything he asks you?

Like he had read through your heart, Giorno swiftly pulled you towards him, placing his hand right at the small of your back, keeping you up close and personal.

You giggled at the cheesy and intimate position, placing your free hand on his shoulder and ready to mess up the pace.

"I'll step on your toes!" You playfully warned him and he chuckled, endeared.

"Don't worry, Y/N. Just follow my lead."

The busker, noticing you two, smiled and finished up his song, immediately starting up a waltz, the nicest and sweetest of his repertoire.

Giorno confidently started in graceful and fluid movements. You followed him, guided by his assured poise. You tried not to stare down at your feet, which was easy task once you got captivated by his strong gaze.

You focused on your rhythm and his steps. You always wondered why he had randomly decided to teach you to waltz, but now you were grateful that he did, because you truly felt like royalty, and this feeling was priceless.

Pedestrians gathered, watching, amused by the splendid show before them. Two adorable teenagers dancing and living their youth, accompanying the busker.

You laughed, both from nervousness and happiness, knowing well Giorno would hold up the skies just to see you smile like this.

After stepping on Giorno's poor toes more than often enough, and after almost crashing down on him, you two decided it was time to go.

Giorno made sure to tip the gifted old man handsomely, much more than conventionnal, making him wonder how such a young boy could have so much money to spare.

Jolyne: Shares her headphones with you.

You walked side by side with Jolyne. You had planned on having a nice walk alongside the beach together, but the weather had seemed to betray you two, with unusually cloudy grey skies and cold breezes.

And thus, you were prompted to walk through town instead. You were happy either way, as long as you were with Jolyne, your most favourite girl in the world, it didn't really matter where you went or what you did.

The entire walk was silent and, as much as you knew Jolyne wasn't necessarily the most talkative type, the fact that she hasn't removed her earphones at all from the moment you both joined earlier really threw you off.

You guessed she wasn't in the mood for talking. You could absolutely understand that, but the way she seemed to completely ignore you and cross you out of conversing with her at all saddened you.

Maybe she didn't want to go out at all and she just didn't have the heart to cancel on you.

You looked down, with all these questions plaguing your mind, wondering if you had done something to make her distant.

Before you could drown in more self-doubt, she nudged your arm and grabbed your attention. She was smiling at you with her cute green lips.

You looked at her confused, like you had been dreaming it all about her being upset with you. She looked so excited, suddenly.

She pulled out her green iPod, one that she had decorated with tacky semi-permanent tattoos from an infamous bubblegum brand, and immediately gave you one of her earbuds.

"Girl, you have to listen to this. It's Jimi Hendrix playing, listen, listen!" You obliged and put the earbud on, listening to her song intently, "This man's crazy, what the fuck? And they say lefties can't play guitar..."

You kept on listening, the song in one ear, Jolyne's comments in the other. She was lost in the music, playing air guitar and singing bits of the song. It was absolutely endearing to see her so happy about such a little thing.

"So? So? Did you like it?" She turned to you with a big grin as the song ended, her eyes wide and starry with hope of your validation, "I love this song sooo much, I had to make you listen! How was it? Be honest!"

You chuckled, overwhelmed by her enthusiasm and adorable giddiness, "It was really cool Jolyne, you have nice tastes. Send it to me next time."

"Yess!!!" She cheered, pumping her fist in the air in victory. "Alright, let's get some bagels now, I'm starving."

She wrapped a strong arm around your shoulder, tired of the distance separating you. "My treat! Oh! And you have to show me that new group you told me about the other day. Even Hermes is talking about them now."

You couldn't bite back your growing smile as she squeezed you close. Not because of the very appealing call of bagels, even though you were more than looking forward to that, but because of how sweet Jolyne was to you despite what she appeared.

Showing her deepest interests to you when she wasn't much of a sharer was her own love language.

[taylortruther]

I love how I'm the other Asian anon😂😂. And I totally forgot I said I'll send another ask regarding her politics so here it is

Disclaimer : I'll try to be as polite and articulate as possible. This is not a criticism towards anyone.

As asians we don't expect celebs to comment on politics. Like we know it is not something that we want celeb's thoughts on. I'm specifically speaking about celebs asking/campaigning for a certain candidate. So in my country celebs only do it if they are related to the candidate or support the candidate in a very personal way. Idk man you shouldn't need a popstar to tell you to go and vote or to not vote for Trump. That's basic sense of duty towards your country. If you need a pop star to tell you to do that.. There is something wrong.

I'll be very honest.. Maybe this is my own thoughts. I hate it when celebs tell people who to vote for. Like campaigning is one thing. Which I'm fine with.. But if you only voted for a particular candidate because a celeb asked you to. Then we fall into a pit of is it really our choice.. Did we think our vote through? Because then it is an election who is more popular or who everyone thinks should win. People should seriously give their vote a thought.(Biden and Trump is an exception because Trump is racist and a creep..but somehow people needed to be told to not vote for a bigot)

Philanthropy, charity and activism is another part. This is something everyone should do. Speaking out about blm and lgbtq rights is not what I'm talking.everyone should support that but you need a pop star to run s campaign for you to care about it.. But in general she doesn't owe anyone the details of her donations. But activism is something American hope from their celebs.. We kind of don't. If they do it well and good they get praised. But if they don't we are just like they are entertainers who cares.

Also I do think Taylor doesn't speak out on criticism/stuff about her that she doesn't want to draw attention to. I feel like she thinks if she ignores it everyone will too.

I also feel like especially now everyone feels the need to virtue signal by criticising Taylor because she is white, and cis..she is a safe bet to criticise because no one will accuse you of being racist or homophobic.(my view of race in America is from a third party perspective because I'm not a part of it. So watching it from the outside that's how I feel like ..just like how cis white males are easier to make a joke on in stand ups) Maybe in 2016 the criticism was valid but nowadays it's just becoming a trend to criticise her for very thing. Also her own fans are her biggest critics now.

And idk I feel like Americans like clicktivism more than actual activism. I see a lot of stan twitter that actually care if their fav celeb spoke about the issue rather than the issue itself. She is actually a very unproblematic celebrity according to us. But she is more criticised than celebs that are actually violent and abusive. Maybe the tallest trees get the most wind or whatever

I have other thoughts about American politics but those are irrelevant now. I'll conclude the whole thing.. Taylor was never racist on main neither do we have bts receipts of her being one(as far as my knowledge goes let me know if there are any).

I feel like asians don't expect entertainers to enlighten them.. Just like you don't expect activists to entertain you. Also (this is a stereotype) but celebs like actors and pop star are not considered or not expected to well versed in politics. So if they don't weigh in it's not a big issue. I think this comes from fighting for independence from colonizers and being a third world country.. We have different expectations from society.

I know that there are other issues that bothered Americans but I feel like I'm not in a place to comment about it because I'm not american neither do I live in America. But overall this is what is we think of celebs and politics in general. We don't expect it from them so we are not disappointed. But nowadays it's changing here as well because..well we are being more influenced by the West so a lot things are changing.. Some for the best some for the worst

honestly this is a pretty fair assessment

[reflections-in-a-critical-eye]

Which BTS member do you think has been the most successful on IG from a communications perspective? JK has been a revelation for me - he went from being the one I connected with the least in official content to such a charmer on IG. But he’s already so popular. I wonder if someone like J-Hope who is relatively less popular will see more of an overall from IG.

From a communication perspective, definitely JK. It seems that he found the most suitable platform for his taste. He's also an introvert so the Q&A where he doesn't show his face and he can select whatever question he wants is quite on brand. He created his own space and his posts are related to his interests, but communicating with the fans is JK doing one part of his job as an idol however he pleases and what is comfortable for him. Now, his presence online in the last days has increased because he was isolating himself. We shall see if he continues to do similar things after he gets back to his usual schedule.

J-Hope may not be as popular as JK, but he is the one who successfully established his brand and who knows how to use IG in his own personal way. More than any other member, J-Hope is a curator, he plans his posts to fit a certain aesthetic that he's going for at the moment and I think that's the main reason why he stands out. Even the members were impressed with his social media brand. J-Hope is a guy that knows how to work with each platform at BTS's disposal and uses all of them. He's one of the most active members. RM's strategy is similar to J-Hope's. He's also a curator on IG but he certainly doesn't use the platform for communication. His plan is to show the intellectual/art side of his interests and IG is definitely a better platform for this, rather than Twitter or Weverse.

It's interesting to see how each of them communicate with their fans and what platform they use. J-Hope, RM and Tae use Weverse to answer questions from their fans, but their self managing IG spaces are just for their interests. Tae may post stuff on IG, but I don't see him use the platform for communication, although he did it once. Usually he jumps to Weverse for clarifications or to answer qs, which is quite funny to see. His IG platform approach is similar to Jungkook's, as he uses it to show his more personal interests and how he wants people to see him, beyond V in BTS: old movies, jazz, golf and art. Tae's brand on IG is the art hoe which is very Tae.

Jimin is a very interesting case here and I'm making my observations based on his social media presence in the last, let's say 6 months, although we can look at the situation ever since the pandemic. He was a very active user in the past, but that situation has changed, for whatever reason. I don't want to speculate on that because it's only fair for me to say that I don't know why. His stans or army in general are only making speculations of what his motives are, but they talk about it as a fact. Anyway, Jimin for quite a while used twitter for selcas posted when BTS had an event, so I always saw it part of the promotional duty. He thanked army, posted a cute selca and then he was gone. It was more of an impersonal engagement. For communication with the fans he uses Weverse, just like almost everyone else. But it's not a platform that he uses quite often. It happens once in a blue moon, but when it does, the notif are blowing up. What was interesting to notice was the slight change after they all got their IG account. Jimin suddenly was more active on Weverse (we have to take into consideration that during that period he had to be in quarantine after he arrived in Seoul from LA), but he used the platform as a personal daily diary. Not too personal, but enough for the fans to feel connected to him. He mostly talked about what he eats, what he watches and showing those glorious extensions before they were cut. He wasn't answering that many questions, as he kept adding comments to his initial posts.

Now, onto IG, which became the talk of army twitter and tumblr. I'm not saying he had a strategy, because Jimin does seem like a guy who couldn't care less about IG, especially at first (he doesn't know how to post a story) but his absence became his brand image on IG. Which in turn, made the occasion in which he actually posted something, to turn into an event. It's a classic strategy. Jungkook used to be like that before IG. On the rare occasion he posted something, it was after months of complete absence. With Jimin, it doesn't seem that he's looking to create some kind of image of himself on IG, which does seem like him. He's a private person who doesn't make a showcase out of his interests, but he doesn't have to. He turns the focus from himself to Army and it's effortless. It's like he found the perfect balance of being loved by his fans because he's well and soft spoken and oozing love, while he doesn't need to reveal too much.

Lastly, we have Jin and Suga who are also not very active on IG, but the buzz and the created ''discourse'' about their presence or lack of it is almost non-existent, as compared to Jimin, despite the fact that all three of them have the least amount of posts, although both of them are more active than Jimin. It just seems that Jin and Suga really don't care too much about it and I get the feeling that for Suga it's just part of work, as he mentioned that he doesn't know what to post when they have 3 platforms at their disposal. Jin used to go on Weverse quite often at some point, but it's not something that he does now. The man can't be bothered, lol. Both Jin and Suga use IG to post the type of photos they would usually do on twitter.

[bonvoyagenoona]

yuugehn said 03

Note: @yuugehn, you’ve been super kind and generous with me! I love it when people share, and I’ve loved these discussions! I’ve tagged them # yuugehn said to pay homage to you and do a little bit of a play on the Tumblr comment structure lol. Thanks for stopping by with such great conversations!

these blog post replies make my day 🥺😭💜 i’m so glad you feel seen! your fans, such as myself, have the duty of making sure you know that your words reach us. & what a quote from your coworker. i pondered it a minute & my reaction was a slow 🤯. my takeaway from it is that living is yet another medium to express ourselves. am i missing anything here? what else could it mean?

Yes, your take on that quote speaks to me very much! How we express ourselves at any moment in time could be interpreted by someone as art. Isn’t that what we like to do with our fics? Little moments that we notice that are just so beautiful or poetic that we call attention to them? We just are. We can just be. (Also lol “fans”? We’re all just a bunch of people hanging out! 💜) 

re: attraction to someone in their element - it truly is magical to see people shine like this, just as your creative writing with all the depth of your layers & character building shines to me. 💖

Aw, well that’s very sweet, thank you! 

yay~ i’m glad my speculation about the title was right, but i love that there’s more it represents! honestly, you’re the one indulging me. i will always want to learn more about your story-building, whether it’s the title, characters, how long it took, your process, what inspired you, etc…i’m happy to take things as they are, of course, but even happier to feel like i get a complete picture. so please indulge me whenever you feel good about doing so!

Haha, well I’ll keep sharing, and I’m happy to get to have some time with you and anyone else who’s interested in this sort of stuff! I’ve actually started some posts on how I use psychological frameworks in my characterizations, so maybe I’ll keep pulling that thread for as long as it wants to be pulled!

-the supporting melody in a musical piece. i have so much to say about this, ahhh. (for context, i use to play violin then bass in orchestra so) i looked up sleigh ride & listened specifically for the oboe. to be transparent, i had to also look at the oboeists to pick out what they were playing but…wow!! what a lovely countermelody in what i honestly believed was a run-of-the-mill christmas carol…

you’re totally right about supporting melodies adding extra touches of magic & having to know what you’re looking for. i love the way you describe this 🥺

& now that we’re talking about it, i can actually think of a couple of examples where i feel the countermelody actually shines so brightly that i enjoy listening to the instrumentals rather than the song in its entirety: hamilton the musical’s “take a break” & ne-yo’s “when you’re mad.” bts (can’t not talk about them haha) countermelodies also really stand out to me! particularly fake love, mikrokosmos, and anpanman. 💜💜💜

Violin and bass are so beautiful! Pleeeease, I can’t believe you looked it up! Haha, you saying that made me want to look up the sheet music and reminisce! Having a wide range of experiences with instruments shows that you have talent in being able to understand those layers to it. Very much appreciate that. 

I agree with you about the songs you listed, especially Hamilton’s “Take a Break”, as well as the BTS instrumentals! I gravitate to those instrumentals more, and this discussion is making me think of how production also adds different flavors to things. Is the production sparse? Does it leave room to breathe? Is it lush, where every corner of the page is stuffed? My brother and I were talking about this when comparing two songs: Uptown Boyband’s “I GO 아이고”, which I’m obsessed with right now, and Agust D’s Daechwita. The contrast made for a super lively discussion about our tastes, as well as how the music videos parallel the song structures themselves. Uptown Boyband’s video is sparse, there’s space, but there’s still a story, just a simpler one. Agust D’s is lush, full, sweeping, has two storylines with several characters, cameos even, lots of color and action and sets. I could go on for days. It’s fascinating.

random addition: i also have a background in dance (specifically, hip-hop) & i absolutely love how dance can highlight different parts of a countermelody or layer of an instrument that you may not have noticed in the background. i’m not sure if you’re familiar with the term already, but it’s called musicality!

You are so talented!! Yes, I love musicality! Do you think that your chosen instruments or the styles of music / dance you gravitate to influences or reflects that? I also sing, and I grew up singing Alto II in choirs, so I learned more about all of the layers that come together to create a whole piece. Most of the time, alto parts serve as foundation upon which other melodies build, but if I hadn’t learned those parts, I wouldn’t have a greater appreciation for musicality in general. Really tuned my hear and attention to see what might go unnoticed, and not just in music, but in life.

-a metaphor for rapline and stationary girl’s work as producers/songwriters, but not main performers. yes, your entire sentence describing this, yes. it’s like what is the actor or actress without the writer’s script? the director’s vision?

-“counter” as wordplay to introduce new and different ideas, and “melody” to show that those new and different ideas might actually be better than you thought. you’re totally namjooning me here & i embrace it with open arms. 🤗 thank you for sharing why you linked the two ideas - what a wonderful story of discovery & realization…i love that we can find such a deep joy i’m the serendipitous events that happen to us. even if they don’t seem serendipitous at first. 😅

-finally, the simple fact that beanie boy and stationary girl’s melodic relationship developed at a literal counter. this one was a super fast 🤯🤯🤯. i am bursting at the idea with you. god, what a masterpiece. once i finish reading through all of your works, countermelody will be my first re-read. i have just met you (& only virtually) but i love you already. 🥰

“Namjooning me” hahaha aw, I’ve so loved these little chats! I think this one was about all these different factors that somehow come together to produce art. Which is funny, because we started out talking about how art is life. Sending you love as well, and hoping that today, you remember that you’re part of that expression, through your dance, your music, your own nuances -- all the little things that make up your own musicality! 💜

[taetaemilktea]

Bring the Soup

Summary: “Bring the Soul” blessed us with some high quality sickie Tae content. What else happened behind the scenes? Hugs, tears, and soup.

Sickie: Taehyung

Caretakers: Jimin, Yoongi, Hoseok (Jungkook?)

Word Count: 1150

Author’s note: This is my first BTS sickfic! I hope you like it! If you’d like to see a part 2 with sick Sope, please let me know! xoxo

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Jimin winces as he sees Taehyung stifle a wet, sickly sneeze into the crook of his arm from his position on stage. The poor boy had carefully pushed his mic out of harm’s way to avoid shattering the members’ eardrums with his typically booming sneezes.

Taehyung had been complaining of a sore throat and a runny nose since the group left Berlin the day before, clinging closer than normal to Jungkook as they walked through the airport and landed safely in Paris. He had retired to his hotel room early that night, looking quite sad and miserable to be missing out on opportunities to explore one of his favorite cities. Jimin had bid him good night, handing Taehyung a pack of tissues and reminding him to text if he needed medicine or some warm cuddles. Jimin hadn’t heard from his soulmate until they walked into the stadium that morning for rehearsals.

Now, Jimin frowns as Taehyung’s stifled sneeze has turned into a fit of shaky and painful coughs. He walks over to Taehyung, enveloping him in a back hug and resting his chin on Tae’s shoulder. Taehyung lets out a few more coughs into his mask before leaning his head down against Jimin’s. Jimin frowns at the warmth in his friend’s skin, mentally noting the need to find some fever reducer.

“You alright?” Jimin tries to look into Taehyung’s eyes that were currently shaded between a mask and his newsboy cap.

“Yoongi-hyung thinks I caught a cold,” he sniffles. “But I think it’s the plague.”

Jimin chuckles, “Let’s finish this soundcheck, and then we’ll find you some tea, yeah?” Taehyung just nods and sighs. If Jimin were to be honest, it sounded more like a hoarse wheeze than a sigh.

“Poor Tae,” Jimin squeezes him tighter, aiming to push some of his good vibes into Taehyung before the long concert day ahead of them.

-

Hours later, moments after the Bangtan members have bowed and waved their goodbyes to ARMY, Taehyung finds himself in the exact same place—enveloped in Jimin’s comforting embrace.

This time, tears stream down his cheeks and he can’t help but let out choked, hoarse sobs. Jungkook approaches, and crouches down upon seeing his poor friend in a state of absolute misery.

“Why are you crying? What’s wrong?” Taehyung just cries harder as Jungkook rubs the back of his neck.

“Is this how you feel when you see me cry?” Jungkook laughs. Taehyung just tries to focus on the maknae’s big, warm hand on his back. He really just wants to lay down and cry into Jimin or Jungkook’s shoulders. There are too many people here—too many bodies bustling about their post-concert duties—and it’s making Taehyung’s head spin. The distant sounds of ARMY cheering, while most often invigorating to Taehyung, just make him feel sadder at the thought of disappointing the fans. Jimin and Jungkook help him up, despite his continually flowing tears, and lead him away to the safety of the other members.

-

“Taehyung-ah?” Hoseok knocks on the hotel door. “Can I come in?”

Hoseok waits patiently until he hears the lock click open. Taehyung stands, barely, with wet hair from showering and clad in his soft pajamas. His eyes are red and swollen from crying, as is his nose from all of the constant sneezing and nose blowing.

“Aish, you look miserable,” Hobi frowns.

Taehyung just hums hoarsely in response, moving back so Hoseok can walk in.

“Are you sure you want to be here?” he adds. “What if you get sick, Hobi-hyung?”

Hoseok rubs his shoulder, “It’s alright, I just came to check in on you. Yoongi-hyung is coming soon with soup for you too. He won’t admit it, but he started to tear up at seeing you after the concert,” Hobi winks, then giggles. Taehyung chuckles alongside him, grateful that Hoseok was there to comfort him and, honestly, extremely grateful to hear that Yoongi was also bringing over some food. A warm bowl of soup was what Taehyung had needed all day.

-

An hour later, Taehyung, Hoseok, and Yoongi were sat up together in Taehyung’s hotel bed. A French black and white film, one of Tae’s favorites, played on the TV, frequently punctuated by Taehyung’s sniffles and the constant hum of the dehumidifier that aimed to alleviate the dryness in his sore throat.

After Hoseok and Yoongi had brought Taehyung some food, they had planned to head back to their rooms to relax after the day’s events. But Taehyung’s teary eyes and squeaking voice, pleading them to stay, convinced them to spend the rest of their evenings taking care of their poor member. Hoseok had pulled him into a hug while Yoongi pulled back the covers on the hotel bed, knowing Taehyung needed to rest.

Now, Taehyung was beginning to doze off, the half-eaten bowl of soup laying forgotten on his lap as the warmth of his fever and the aches of performing all day pulled him closer and closer to sleep. Sadly, a tickle in his nose rudely interrupted him. Yoongi’s eyes were pulled from the film as he heard Taehyung’s breath start to hitch. With a member on either side of him, Taehyung chose in a split second to aim his sneeze downward, “hH’!... hH’ESSHHhuh!”

“Arghh!! Taehyung-ah!”

Taehyung looked down to find Yoongi in the midst of attempting to grab the still half-full bowl of soup from his lap before he spilled it everywhere. Taehyung sniffled, “I’m sorry, hyung.”

He handed Yoongi a tissue from the box on the bed so that the rapper could wipe off his arm, grabbing one for himself and giving his nose a pitiful blow.

“Ahh, it’s alright,” Yoongi sighed as he placed the bowl on the bedside table. Hobi laughed, “Yoongi-hyung will kill you if he gets sick, Taehyung-ah.”

Taehyung just sunk deeper under the covers and cuddled into Hobi’s side.

“M’sorry,” he murmured, closing his eyes. Yoongi rolled his eyes, but pulled the blankets up over his friend and looked up at Hoseok, then at the lamp. Hobi nodded in understanding before Yoongi even said anything, and flicked off the light, wrapping his arms around Taehyung. The three laid down, and Taehyung’s congested, ragged breathing evened out. Eventually, Hoseok too fell into deep sleep, exhausted by their thrilling Paris concert. Yoongi smiled as he glanced at the two sleeping boys.

He inwardly sighed, knowing that he and Hoseok would wake up in a day or two with the same sore throat and runny nose that afflicted their poor winter bear. He would deal with that when the time came. For now, Yoongi flipped over, curling up with his back against Taehyung’s and feeling the feverish heat radiating through Tae’s pajamas. He didn’t care. It felt quite nice on his aching shoulders. A few moments later, Yoongi’s breathing matched Taehyung’s and Hobi’s, and the three boys slept soundly through the night.

[selfproducingfanfictionauthor]

the worlds collide - i: an old face

Summary: Who are you? Now that the new world has collided with the remnants of the old? 

Pairing: BTS x reader (slight Got7/Jackson x reader)

Warnings: Referenced violence, covert sexism, zombies  Notes:  I knoooow I should be working on lessons to build and looking back at you but this idea just won’t let go. I originally wrote it for my 30 minute challenge but it got out of hand. So here it is, a zombie au! Not sure how long it’ll be yet but we’ll see! UNEDITED. Word Count: 3.2k

At the center of the end of the world, humanity was stripped to what it only needs to exist - strength, camaraderie, and grit.

With the undead nipping at your heels day and night, the only thought that remained were thoughts of where the nearest exist is, how to store food, how much farther for the next stronghold, and how long will that stronghold last. To survive, you stripped away everything unnecessary from your former life. All the bashfulness, the shame, and coated yourself with an armor as thick as the new callouses on your fingers - you still remember the first time you’ve went topless around Namjoon, and neither of you flinched.

Frankly, you’ve forgotten how to be anything else but this brought you to your new role in the new world. You’re no longer a girl, or a woman - you’re a survivor.

And with your old life etched in the sinew of your muscles, of your arms and your legs, you became a valuable member of the group. Along with Jungkook and Hoseok, you carry the front, bashing heads of zombies left and right, clearing the way to a new possible food source and haven.

It was a tiring existence, the type of tired that can’t be washed away by sleep. If that’s what you can call those pockets of peace you have when you’ve finally trusted them to watch your back.

It took long for you to finally drop your guard around these boys that you now call your family. Understandable, given that men didn’t really have a great track record for women to trust them even prior to the apocalypse. But you’ve met them in a tight circumstance, that had them trusting you before you even bothered to try.

(It was Jimin who first reached out, somehow unchanged by the cruelty of the new world. Always soft, always yearning.)

The seven of them had been friends before shit went down, and you were just a lucky one to be part of their orbit.

You remind yourself of this now that the new world has began.

This is the longest you’ve stayed in one place since two years ago, and it’s starting to feel like a place everyone could plant their roots in. The town’s largely untouched by the apocalypse, its strategic location in the mountains and quick response had them building trenches and walls, to keep the hoard from closing in.

It’s an extra precaution thoughtfully made by a self-sustaining community. For once, isolation brought forth more benefits than mishaps. They’ve barely lost people, largely untouched by the terrors of the world outside theirs. Innocent. Their lives went on. No nightmares, nothing.

The first time one of the pleasantly-dressed girls approached you with what could’ve been friendship, you flinched.

The boys were taken to it so easily, perhaps being as weary as you are didn’t make them jaded as it has made you.

Namjoon was swept away by the village committee, his brains and leadership evident with how he led you to safety. Jin and Jimin’s apprenticed under the village doctor, Yoongi’s turned to farming along with Taehyung, while Hoseok and Jungkook’s muscles are put to test building houses at the craft shop.

Everybody’s found a place except you, because while this town’s been untouched in all the good ways, it’s also been untouched in a sense that it kept to all the antiquated ways of the old world.

And, you hate how much you resent it in your deepest of hearts.

It’s as if they thought that putting you in a dress will wash away all the blood in your hands, as if you didn’t shed as much as all the boys did if not more. You’ve been turned away from all the things you could do, and are now being forced into things they want you to.

It’s suffocating, being torn with the desire to put your foot down and the fear of being perceived as ungrateful.

“They don’t understand, do they?”

You blink out of your thoughts and turn to a familiar face making himself comfortable beside you.

Jaebeom’s pushed away the unfinished basket to the side and pulled up one of his long legs to rest his elbow on.

By his side is his gun, locked and loaded, always ready even after months of quiet. You didn’t even hear him come in, but instead of being unsettled, you’re a slightest bit relieved to know that at least someone hasn’t gotten rusty.

The scar on his eyebrow stands out underneath the moonlight, and on  the porch of your little house way’s away from the center of the town, you two make a fine pair of outsiders.

“No, they don’t.”

Even in times of peace, loss is inevitable.

Namjoon mulls over this as he looks at the list of names up for the next supply run. Two names have been crossed, and two funerals were attended last week. One had a body, another didn’t.

Old man Jungho died of a heart attack after his son died outside, and along with the grief, Namjoon could feel the pressure placed on his shoulders by a community unused to “unnatural” losses.

He’s developed a cycling procedure that makes it slightly fair to everyone who volunteered. Marked with blue ink are the ones who were in the previous run, those in black are the ones who are up for the next one.

With the latter list down by two, Namjoon turns to a different corner of his notebook to see your name. Until now, he’s had every excuse not to put you out there but now…

“Fuck,” Namjoon sighs and rubs his face with his hands. He doesn’t know why you’ll want to do this again. He’s tried asking you but somehow, you’ve grown farther and farther away.

When he tried to find you in the village garden with Yoongi, suddenly you’re out getting water. When Seokjin did your monthly checkup, you’re as impenetrable as the walls, when Hoseok tried to approach you with improvements for your home, you brush him away saying you’ve dealt with it with Jaebeom.

Jaebeom.

Whom you’ve only met a month in after you’ve settled into town. Who somehow’s been rumored to visit your house after dark, when the boys you’ve spent two years with haven’t even gotten the chance to step into your home.

Namjoon lets out a shaky breath. You’ve been so unreachable it’s made him cry out of frustration when the nights are dark and the seven of them feel your absence the most in their own quaint home.

They miss you, so much. Even Yoongi who’s as taciturn as they come has tried reaching out to you, working endlessly hard in his own little garden at the back of their house to produce strawberries that you love so much.

“Who’s on the list?”

Hoseok steps in the kitchen and jolts Namjoon out of his longing. He’s wearing his “fight” pants and boots, his gun taken out of the secret cellar and empty go bag slung on his shoulders.

Namjoon pushes his notebook towards him and watches as his friend’s face grow dark at the sight of your name.

“No.”

Namjoon sighs at the conviction in his friend’s voice. It draws in Jungkook from the living room, wearing the same pants and same tension in his shoulders every run.

It’s different when it was just the seven of them, now, they have to lead a bunch of unseasoned people outside the walls just so they don’t go in blind when - not if - shit hits the fan. The loss of the Youngho weighs heavily on Jungkook. They were of the same age, but not the same life experience and ultimately, that was what killed him.

“No, what?”

Jungkook takes in the tension of the room and glances down at the open notebook. “Oh.”

He mouths your name silently, treasuring each syllable. How long since he’s called you? How long since you two talked? Back outside, he liked to believe you and him had a special bond born in the midst of danger and trivial common hobbies from the old world.

He still has that photo card of an old gaming character you two loved.

“I can’t play favorites.” Namjoon states, teetering between duty and keeping you safe inside the walls. If you knew, you’d probably hate him for this, but you don’t.

“You can - you have!” Hoseok slams his hands on the table, the sound echoing inside their house. Everything falls silent followed by footsteps from the second floor.  “What makes it different now?”

“The difference is the fact that we lost someone!” Namjoon bellows, his anger and stress rolling off him like waves but Hoseok doesn’t stand down. He knows its selfish, but the only thing that has him going now that you’ve pulled away is the knowledge that you’re safe.

“We always lose someone—“

“It’s not just us anymore, you know that, Hobi.”

Hoseok bites his cheek at Namjoon’s use of his nickname and he could feel the rest watching him like a hawk. All at once the fight goes out of him. It’s true. In exchange for safety, the get a community - for better or worse.

A hand lands on his shoulder and he turns to Taehyung, who in turn offers a strained smile. “At least, she has two of you to keep an eye on her out there. Like old times.”

Hoseok never thought he’d feel nostalgic about the times they’re elbow-deep in zombie gut but — “Yeah, like old times.”

Except, it isn’t like the old times.

Jungkook’s always been an awkward guy around girls, especially pre-apocalypse. He was all long limbs and Bambi eyes, not quite steadfast on what he was as a man and easily shaken by every attractive girl’s attention.

And although he’s grown a bit, confident in his looks and skills in this new world, he still hasn’t mastered the art of rejecting someone.

(He’s never had to, not when it was you.)

And so, he’s stuck at the last meeting with his back against the wall and one of the town’s remaining daughters - Hyerin-  crowding his space as opposed to being beside you across the room.

He doesn’t even know that Hyerin signed up for the run, especially with how he’s told her that it’s dangerous and that she hasn’t had the proper training to go out there. It rankles him all sorts of wrong when she said that her father said that “it isn’t as dangerous as they made it out to be” as if they’re lying about the dangers they’ve faced.

And sure, they’ve cleared out a large space around the town of zombies but things can always go wrong, and if there’s anything Jungkook has learned is that things have a habit of luring you to a false sense of security before fucking everything up.

Hoseok’s giving the briefing to their small group of ten, and he could see his friend’s eyes linger a second too long whenever it passes you. You with your hair pulled back and back straight, it almost brings him back.

But then you smile at something Jaebeom says and Jungkook feels his chest tightening on cue. You haven’t smiled nor even looked at him since the start of this briefing. What had he done wrong? What have they done wrong that drove you away?

“We might encounter people on this run, and I want you to remember - people are more dangerous than zombies.” Hoseok reminds the group, “They can think, they can plot - and are much harder to predict. We’ll need someone to bring up the front before we flank the space—“

Before Jungkook could raise his hand, yours shoot up along with Jaebeom’s.

“I’ll do it.”

From the back, Jungkook could clearly hear the murmurs of the men in the group. Someone, someone stupidly brave enough speaks up, “I think you should let the men handle this, darling.”

Jungkook sees you put your hand on Jaebeom’s arm before turning to where the voice is. It’s one of the older folks, large and burly with eyes alight with mockery.

You smile sickly sweet, “Oh? I’m not the one who puked on the side of the road during the last run, am I?”

The man sputters and laughter erupts around him, his friends who were equal parts terrified at the sight of a half-torso crawling towards them last month. It’s easy to laugh when it’s not your ass on the line.

Before he gets another word in, you remind him, Hoseok, Jungkook and everyone in the room how dangerous you were on the outside. And how dangerous you still are here.

“And for the record, could you stomach killing a man when you can’t even finish off a zombie? I can,” you pause the silence being answer enough, “So, no, I’m not leaving this to the men.”

“Antagonizing them isn’t earning you any points.”

Keeping your eyes on the road helps you steady your nerves. Outside, you could see the remains of pushed over cars as your caravan makes its way away from the forest and down the mountain.

According to the last team’s run’s intel, there were traces of people loitering down the town proper and so Namjoon’s sent a team before you get caught unawares.

Hoseok coughs, “Y/N. Are you listening?”

“I didn’t know there were points to earn.”

One line, and its scathing but, Hoseok thinks, at least you’re talking to him. He was afraid he’s forgotten your voice.

He may have abused his power a bit to split you up from Jaebeom but it still makes sense, given that you two have worked together longer outside. You with your speed and him with his agility, you make a pretty good team.

And with your pretty face, people tend to underestimate you until its too late.

Hoseok pauses and mulls over your statement. Adjustment is hard, he knows, pandering to people who don’t know how hard it is on the outside but it’s needed. He doesn’t understand where your dislike of it comes from, so much so you’ve decided to ostracize yourself not only from the people in town but also from them.

(He’s a man. Of course he doesn’t understand. Old or new world, men can only touch the surface of what damage the world has done to women.)

“Y/N, it’s just so we could live with them peacefully. No trouble.”

You finally turn to him and he shivers from the coolness in your eyes. “When have I caused them any trouble? I help out, don’t I? I’m a functioning member of the community - is it required to be all chummy with them?”

Framed like that, Hoseok doesn’t have any answer but a semblance of the truth lying in a question, “Why don’t you talk to us anymore?”

Outside, the caravan reaches its destination and people pour out of the old trucks.

“Is there anything to talk about?”

Of course, of course there is, Hoseok wanted to say. But job calls, and  when the sight of tracks greet your group, everything goes back to the back burner.

By the looks of it, there were at least four people about. All with large feet which most likely mean they were males.

Hoseok made a executive decision and sent back all of the group except you, Jaebeom and Jungkook. Given the situation, your group had too many people for this run turned reconnaisance and moving that many people will slow down any retreat you might need to do.

So he sent them back up with a message to Namjoon about the situation. He’ll get a lashing later but he’s sure the guys will understand. A small group is more manageable, but a group with established trust and dynamics (at least with the three of you) is more than ideal.

Your tracking leads the team to one of the larger convenient grocery stores in town. It’s long been looted and cleaned out, but somehow, one of the older craftsmen in the village figured out how to run the generator. Now, it’s store room is being used to hold and freeze any meat and fish you can’t afford to salt. How long you’ll have it running with the generator, who knows?

At what previously was an aisle for chips and snacks, you and Hoseok tread lightly, guns cocked and hands steady, your ears straining to hear any off-beat step as you get deeper into the store. Somewhere across the room, you know that Jungkook and Jaebeom are doing the same, closing off the larger exit.

It’s four on four, the odds may not be on your favor if it comes down to it but it’s not on theirs entirely either -whoever they are.

The morning light filters through the broken glass windows and reflects on your gun as you step forward to the large space at the end of the aisle. At the corner of your eye, you see Jungkook, -free of that girl hanging off his arm- tilt his head towards the large freezer ahead of you.

Behind him, Jaebeom moves to the right, taking position for a surprise attack while you three continue to advance. The freezer’s door is slightly ajar and you could almost make out the conversation and the shadows moving about inside. There’s unfettered laughter and guffaws, pulling you into a false sense of familiarity.

That laugh…

You were so in your head that your next step crushes a stray glass and echoes in the store. For a moment, it rings in the air, suspended like Hoseok freezing to look at you, before suddenly everything just- drops.

Out the door, someone tackles you to the ground, grabbing your gun and tossing it under the shelves. Your head bounces against the tiles and it steals your breath in pain but without missing a beat, you drive the heel of your palm to the man’s chin, hard enough to unbalance him off your waist.

The man rolls to the side and tries to grab your foot before you break free and kicks it to his face. With satisfaction, you hear him grunt in pain before grabbing at you again.

To the side, you see Hoseok trying to reach you, his gun similarly tossed away by the paler and taller man clutching his shoulder, slumped against a turned over cart. You’re ears are ringing, and you might’ve hit your head but vaguely you could hear someone punching someone at the other side of the aisle.

Everything happens so fast - and ends so quickly.

Your vision clears up as a cock of a gun rings clear, pausing everyone’s movements.

In front of you is a face you’d never thought you’d see again. He’s darker, with what seems to be a permanent five o’clock shadow on his jaw, but his eyes light up at the sight of you and a smile stretches on his lips, his hands up but uncaring of Jaebeom’s gun against his head.

“Y/N, long time no see.”

You gasp, frozen on the floor. “Jackson.”

End Notes: Hearts are appreciated but comments are gold. Let me know what you think and if you want to be included in a tag list!

[leviackermanscleaningbuddy]

BTS DRABBLE-One-Shot

Request: Poly!BTS Mafia AU

Tags: BTS, Bangtan, Bangtan Boys, Bangtan Seonyendan, Bulletproof Boyscouts, Beyond the Scene, BTS Drabble, Request, my asks, my requests, BTS fluff, Poly!BTS, Mafia AU, BTS x you, BTS x reader, Kim seokjin, min yoongi, jung hoseok, kim namjoon, park jimin, kim taehyung, jeon jungkook

Genre: Fluff

Title: Improbable, Not Impossible

The mafia is a dangerous place. 

And this party, thrown by just the man you’re hoping to see, is a close second. 

You lift your glass of rose to your lips, and careful not to smear your deliberately applied lipstick, you take a sip, discerning eyes scanning the sea of sharply dressed men and their overly primped wives. 

It’s no secret that getting a meeting with the boss is a hard trick to pull. 

But that’s exactly what you’re here to do tonight. 

It’s all a matter of getting close to the boss’s inner circle, and you have never found that particularly hard to do. 

A smirk creases your lips, hidden behind the dewy glass of your wine flute. 

“You know,” A man slides into the seat at the bar next to you, and motions for the bartender to pour him a glass. “You really shouldn’t bring weapons to these sort of things, sweetheart.” 

Speak of the devil. 

You take another long sip of your drink, and glance at him out of the corner of your eye-dressed tonight in a cream suit that shows off his tan skin perfectly, dark brown hair pushed off his brow, accented by the glasses he wears delicately across his nose. 

Kim Seokjin. UnderBoss. 

Though he doesn’t look at you, his hand slides down in between your two seats, and his fingers trace up the skin of your calf, revealed through the high slit of your evening gown, his movements stopping just dangerously short of your thigh. He plucks out the concealed dagger, and raises a brow at you, a slightly twisted smirk crossing his full pink lips. “You promised me you’d show a little extra decorum this time around.” 

You reach out, plucking the lit cigarette from between his lips before he can protest, and snuffing it out in the nearby ash tray, you shrug, offering him a smirk in return, as you settle back into your chair once more, crossing your legs delicately at the ankles. “And you promised me you’d quit smoking. Yet here we are.” 

Seokjin laughs, a charming, deep sound within his chest, and reaches out for his drink, eyeing you over the rim as you reach out to straighten his crimson tie. “Enjoying the party then?” 

You shrug again, carefully passing your eyes over the room once more, before you refocus on the right hand man at your side.  “I’d much rather have this meeting done and over with so I can go home.” You quip back honestly, knowing Seokjin will find your starkness refreshing. 

He chuckles again, setting his glass down, before he leans toward you, and boldly sweeping his fingers across your cheekbone, he holds your gaze momentarily, as he says quietly beneath the music, “That’s what I’ve always liked about you. You never bullshit anyone, sweetheart.” 

His fingertips, making contact with your skin for just one moment longer, leave the place they were resting tingling as he finally pulls back from you, and holding aloft his glass toward you, he offers you a handsome grin, as he declares, “A toast then. That you’ll get your meeting sooner rather than later.” 

You laugh lightly, and clink your glass with his. 

He downs the rest of his bourbon, and standing up with a sigh, he leans over to brush a kiss softly across the back of your knuckles, and with a look of acute disappointment, he complains, “Well, duty calls. Enjoy the party, sweetheart.” 

And with that, Seokjin winks at you and with one last glance back in your direction, he disappears back into the sea of party goers once more. 

Leaving the bar behind you after you finish your drink, you scan the room, wondering what to do next, when a familiar blank face catches your attention from the corner of your eye, and with a hidden smile to yourself, you weave through the raucous crowd of mafia, finally reaching the quiet corner of the hall where he stands. 

“Are you as bored as you appear?” You ask coyly, leaning against the wall beside the man, not looking at him, as you follow his gaze across the sea of merriment. 

Min Yoongi. Enforcer. 

“Hah.” Yoongi lets out an unamused bark of laughter at your question, his eyes never leaving the dance floor, as his hand absentmindedly fingers the gun, snug in its holster, at his belt, just barely hidden beneath the sweeping tail of his suit coat. “You’re one to talk.” He glances at you briefly, for not more than a second, eyebrows raised and lips pulled into a thin line. “Don’t you get bored of wining and dining the many men you cater to?” 

“Hmmm.” You hum under your breath, a hint of a smirk crossing your lips. “I suppose I do.” 

You turn toward him, one shoulder still pressed into the wall, and reaching out, cover his long fingers with your own, as you push aside his hand and adjust the holster on his hip, before reaching up to straighten the lapels of his suit, the jacket patterned with gold print against the black, as you say with soft amusement, “Seokjin found my knife. He lectured me about my lack of decorum and bringing weapons to a party such as this.” 

Yoongi stares down at you, as you move your hands to his tie now, straightening the red fabric just like you had done with Seokjin’s, and then he clears his throat, replying under his breath, “He’s right you know. What do you think I’m here for?” 

“To look pretty?” You ask innocently, as you pause in your movements and glance up at him through your eyelashes. 

“Bullshit.” Yoongi brushes your hands off of him, refocusing on the dance floor, his fingers once again falling to the weapon at his side, and when he speaks again, it is hurried words beneath his breath that you barely catch. “Besides, you’re the pretty one here.” 

“What?” You ask, leaning toward him, teasingly motioning to your ear, as you say loudly over the music, “What did you say, Yoongi?” 

“I said you’re the shitty one here.” Yoongi retorts, a slight red hue lighting the caramel skin of his cheeks, as he swallows and looks anywhere but at you. “Now leave me alone and let me do my job.”

You laugh, but do as he asks, leaving him alone with one more knowing glance over your shoulder, as you once more make your way into the crowds. 

Making your way back to the bar for another glass of wine, you notice as you approach that there is a group of women gathered around someone, fanning themselves, lips pulled back into overly friendly smiles, as they listen to whatever the person on the inner circle is saying with complete and utter rapture on their faces. 

And when you catch sight of who they’re giving all their attention to, you instantly understand why. 

“Look, I can get you anything. Rubies, diamonds, emeralds, pearls.” The man in the gray suit is saying, wildly gesturing with his hands, his bow tie flopping with his animations, his dark eyes wide and bright. “Melda, you want another golden hairpin?” He motions to one of the younger ladies, and she blushes as his gaze is directed to her, and he grins, flashing sunshine from between the gaps in his perfectly white teeth, and you swear, half the ladies sigh audibly. “I’ll get you twenty.” 

You lean on the counter beside the group, and taking a sip of your fresh glass, without looking over at the man, you interrupt, saying casually, “Wow. That’s a hefty promise.” 

The women turn to stare at you as one, mouths open, some of them whispering behind their fans when they catch sight of you, but paying them no mind, you straighten, and finally meeting the gaze of the man, you offer him half a smile over the rim of your glass. “Your true worth, however, is not how well you buy things, but how well you sell them.” 

Jung Hoseok. Fence. 

Hoseok grins at you, and pushing through the women without another glance, he comes to your side, leaning against the bar, inches from your face, as he replies quietly, “Come on, baby. You know how well I sell.” 

Your gaze drifts down to his lips as he talks, so close you can almost smell the mint chap stick that he always liberally wears, and without skipping a beat you quip back, “And I also know you’re quite the ladies man, Hoseok. So that trick won’t work on me.” 

“Trick?” He pulls back slightly, eyes widened comically, as his lips part and he lets out a sigh. “Come on, baby. I wouldn’t trick you.” 

“Enjoying the party?” You ask, pulling your gaze away from his, as you once again catch more than one woman looking in your direction, and at the tall, lanky, handsome man who stands beside you, dark hair falling over his high brow as he continues to stare at you. 

“Much more so now that you’re here.” Hoseok grins that sunny, heart shaped smile once more, and then reaches into the inner pocket of his suit coat, fingers fumbling for something, as he says with sudden excitement, “Speaking of which, I managed to procure you a little something.” 

“Really?” You ask with amusement, turning to him, brow raised, as he finally succeeds in finding what he is looking for and pulls it out. 

In his outstretched palm is a necklace-golden and gleaming in the light, the centerpiece a large teardrop ruby, the rest of the twisting chain accentuated with smaller diamonds and sapphires, glimmering against the precious metal and the bronze of his skin. 

“Reminded me of you.” Hoseok states simply, whirling you around so that your back is to him, as he lifts the necklace up around your neck and begins to carefully fashion the delicate clasp with nimble fingers, warm against your skin. 

You reach up, letting your fingertips trail over the rivets of the necklace, where it lies, cool and comfortable, against the revealed, bare skin of your chest. “It’s beautiful.” 

“Like you.” Hoseok smiles against your ear, his fingers finished now, his breath balmy on your cheek, before you feel him press a feather light kiss at the base of the back of your neck. “Stay out of trouble, baby.” 

And then he is gone, off to procure more treasures and women from the night ahead. 

You aren’t at the bar alone long though. 

“Whiskey and rye, please.” 

You fiddle with the stem of your wine glass, letting your eyes drift over, nonchalantly, to the tall, broad man who now stands beside you at the bar, fingers drumming on the marble, as he reaches up to tiredly rake a hand through bleached blonde hair. 

You note, almost immediately, the checkered pattern that wraps around the very expensive, and perfectly fitting, suit he is wearing. 

“I almost didn’t recognize you without your police uniform.” 

The man, taking a sip from his freshly delivered drink, glances at you with dark walnut eyes over the rim of his shot glass, before he lowers the glass from his mouth and offers you half a smile. “Hopefully this is a better look.” 

Kim Namjoon. Dirty Cop. 

“Oh, very.” You lean on the bar, looking him up and down openly. “You clean up rather well. 

He chuckles, cheeks darkening a little at your outright compliment, and takes another gulp of his drink before saying, glancing out at the crowded room, “Big crowd tonight.” 

You sigh, stepping in front of him, catching him by surprise, as you reach up to straighten the collar of his suit coat, replying softly, and with a touch of annoyance, “Boss Klein loves to make an entrance.” 

Namjoon watches you for a moment, staring down at you, and then he reaches up, the silver ring on his pointer finger glinting, and covers your hands with his own, stopping your movements, waiting for your gaze to meet his, before he murmurs to you, “Not as much as you.” 

You cock your head, corners of your lips pulling up in the hint of a smile as you regard him, before you lean up on your toes, and brushing a kiss airily across the ridge of his sharp cheekbone, you breathe back, “I do love an entrance.” 

Namjoon remains frozen, as you pull away from him, but not before you brush down the collar of his shirt one last time, before you wiggle your fingers at him and offer him a cheeky grin, as you turn to go, calling over your shoulder, “Come find me later.” You wink at him, enjoying the way his cheeks are reddening as you walk away. “After the party, we may be able to find a use for those handcuffs of yours.” 

You’re still smiling smugly to yourself, when you exit the warmth and busy bustle of the ballroom in favor of the much cooler and quieter veranda that lies just through the double doors, overlooking the estate’s large and rolling garden. 

Taking in a deep breath of the cold night air, you lean on the railing of the balcony, admiring the way the stars and moon reflect perfectly in the clear, gently lapping water of the huge fountain that dominates the courtyard below. 

“Gorgeous, isn’t it?” 

If you were anyone else, you would have jumped at the sudden voice sounding in your ear, but instead, you simply sigh, and taking one more lungful of the outdoor air, you reply, “It’s a beautiful night.” 

“I was talking about you.” 

You glance over at the man who is leaning on the railing beside you, white suit perfectly pressed, black shirt stark against his copper skin, ebony bangs falling into his eyes as he tilts his head and holds your gaze, something serious and passionate and dangerous swirling just beneath the layer of gold that lines his pupils. 

Park Jimin. Recruiter. 

“I bet you say that to every woman, especially the ones with influential husbands.” You retort sardonically, though there is a hint of a smile tugging at your lips as you regard him. 

“Please.” He waves his hand, gold rings on every finger glinting in the dim starlight, as he shoots you an expression of dramatic hurt and shock, the look a glaring contrast to his beautiful, almost ethereal features. “You know I only have eyes for you, baby girl.” 

“Hmmm.” You hum in agreement under your breath, glancing once more out at the wide, quiet expanse of garden before you. 

“And if you don’t believe me,” Jimin has closed the distant between you in the blink of an eye, his hands resting on the railing on either side of your waist, effectively boxing you in, as you turn to face him with brow raised. His full, plump lips quirk into a cocky smirk, as his eyes, pupils widening and darkening, dart down to your lips with open hunger. “I can show you.” 

“I’m sure you can.” You murmur under your breath, your own gaze drifting down to the way the rosiness of his lips contrasts perfectly with his skin tone. Reaching up, you carefully run the pad of your forefinger across the swollen, velvet skin of his mouth. “However, as much as I’d like to take you up on the offer, we both have other places to be.” 

Jimin stares at you for one more long, molten moment, and then he rolls his eyes. “Dammit. You’re right.” 

You pat the hardened muscle of his chest through the thin, black material of his dress shirt with just a hint of regret, before you duck under his arm and walk backwards toward the doors that lead to the ballroom, calling out over the now loud music back at Jimin, “Don’t have too much fun without me.” 

He winks at you, lips pulling back up into a knowing smirk, as he gives you a little wave. “Stay out of trouble, baby girl.” 

Walking back into the ballroom, mind still slightly occupied with the man you had left standing alone on the balcony, you almost run into someone, but thankfully, that someone has strong, muscular arms that grab around your waist and stop you from ungracefully falling on your face in front of everyone. 

You glance up, slightly breathless, and brushing loose hair from your eyes, a grin draws across your lips, as you recognize the face hovering closely above your own. 

“Is that a gun in your pocket, or are you just happy to see me?” You imply teasingly, as the man straightens you back on your feet, although one of his hands remain firmly on your waist, fingers warm through the thin material of your gown, as he leads you out of the crowd and toward a less occupied corner of the room. 

He returns your grin with one of his own, boxy expression showing off white teeth that gleam in contrast to his olive skin and jet black hair, swept back carefully off his forehead. “You know me, sweet cheeks. Probably both.” 

Kim Taehyung. Informant. 

“Thanks for the save back there.” You say, leaning against the wall when you reach the secluded corner, noting smugly, as you do so, that Taehyung has still not removed his hand from your waist. 

“Eh.” He shrugs casually, sloping his shoulder into yours as he bumps you playfully, and glances down at you, the remnants of a grin still on his lips. “Any chance to get a hand on you.” 

You laugh, and turning to face him, you reach up, pinching his chin between your fingers, as you turn his head from side to side, secretly admiring the way the light bounces off his sharp, high cheekbones and perfectly shaped nose and brow, as you say, “You look thin. Was being on the inside last week really that bad?” 

Taehyung shrugs once more, and you admit, you admire his carefree attitude and the way things roll of him easily, when he replies easily, “Nah. Prison food isn’t as awful as they say. Besides.” He leans his shoulder into the wall, bringing the two of you closer together, as he suddenly grows serious, looking down at you carefully. “If the boss calls, I jump.” 

“I know.” You release your hold on his chin, fingers hovering gently over the base of his throat, before you let out a sigh and settle on straightening his tie instead. “I’m proud of you.” 

“Don’t go getting sentimental on me now, sweet cheeks.” Taehyung’s grin appears again, and you can’t help but return the smile, as he leans closer to you, before boldly reaching out for your hand, and pressing a lingering kiss into the creases of your palm. “I like you because you’re tough.” 

“I know.” You repeat, as he pulls away, finally removing his hand from your waist as he does so, a noticeable absence of warmth following the movement. 

“See you later, sweet cheeks.” Taehyung winks at you, and spinning on his heel, he waves to someone out of your sight, before he disappears around the corner of the room. 

You sigh, leaning back against the wall behind you and taking this rare opportunity of quiet to close your eyes. 

After a brief pause, you glance down at the watch that encircles your wrist, and let out a curse beneath your breath. 

Shit. When was this guy gonna be ready for you? 

As if on cue, as if someone had been able to read your harried and clearly frustrated thoughts, a hand taps your shoulder, and you glance beside you to see a younger looking man, dressed in a black inconspicuous suit, waiting expectantly for your acknowledgement. 

When you turn to face him, he straightens his shoulders, and clearing his throat, he states immediately, “They’re ready for you.” 

“About damn time.” You growl under your breath, pushing away from the wall, ready to stalk into the meeting with some fair words for whoever was involved, but before you can so much as take a step, fingers loop around your wrist, and you look over in surprise at the young man standing now much closer to you. 

Jeon Jungkook. BodyGuard. 

“Noona.” Jungkook hesitates, brown, doe eyes, seeming much too innocent to belong to someone in his line of work, watching you carefully, his fingers still encircling your wrist. “Don’t be rash.” 

You take in a deep breath through your nose, releasing it slowly, as you consider his words, before you finally nod your head, once, jerkily, in acknowledgment of his statement. “Fine. I’ll ignore the fact that he’s kept me waiting this long. I’ll be civil.” You tug at his fingers snagged around your wrist and look at him pointedly. “I promise, Jungkook.” 

Jungkook watches you for another long moment, and then releases his grip on you, before he nods, lips pressed into a thin line, as you start to walk in the direction of the study, just off the main hall, heels loud on the tiled floor, even though the atmosphere is filled with music and laughter and all together too much noise. 

He follows behind you silently, always a step away, and when you push in through the door of the study to the scene beyond, you feel Jungkook alert and ever present at your back, eyes scanning the room defensively for any signs of danger. 

“Good. You’re all here.” You say immediately upon entering the room, crossing the lush carpet, footsteps padded, to the desk that dominates the space and the chair behind it. 

Jungkook moves behind the chair to join the other six men who stand silently, waiting-dark, well dressed figures against the moonlight from the window and the warm glow of the lamp sitting on the nearby table. 

Seokjin. Yoongi. Hoseok. Namjoon. Jimin. Taehyung. Jungkook. All members of ‘The Scenes’. 

The man and his bodyguards, who had stood upon your entry, bumble their way through a series of respectful bows in your direction, stumbling over themselves, before the main man, once again ducking his head in your direction, manages to choke out, “Boss (L/N)! We’re so sorry for the late hour. We didn’t even know if we’d be able to secure a meeting with you.” 

You smirk, twirling a pen between your fingers, as you regard the simpering man standing before you. 

Like you said- getting a meeting with the boss was improbable, but not impossible. 

“Well, gentlemen.” You set down the pen, linking your fingers in front of you as you regard the obviously cowed and worried men before you with a smug smile. “Let’s talk business, shall we?” 

(Y/N)(L/N). Boss.

[nightswithkookmin]

Hye Goldy, I love your blog. I'm happy to find a jikooker who isn't afraid to address real and non-idealistic aspects of jikook relationship. My question has to do with Jungkook's reactions to jimin initiating any contact with him, be it physical or emotional. Jk reactions go between nervousness, annoyance, embarrassment, uncomfortableness and withdrawals in on himself.

Like when Jimin gets playful and he gets close or touchy, or when JK has a hard time and Jimin shows his worry for him and tries to comfort him, tries to reach out for him. For example during run 100 or 101 episode when JK got hit by ball and jimin went to check on him and kept insisting asking him if he was ok, jk kind of ignored him. Or during the voice acting run episode when he said he was cold and Jimin hugged him and his eyes bugged out of his head ans his body went all tense. There are so many instances like this.

Jk on the other hand is sometimes bold, setting course for some of the most questionable jikook moments. But often he's subdued and laid back. Again, another example, would be when Yoongi hit the ball directly at jimin. Compare to Jimin over worried self he just went over and looked at him once and when he saw Jimin was laughing he went back.

What do you think about this? How do you explain it?

How do I explain what?👀

Are his reactions a problem?👀

Do you want to free Jimin?👀

Chilee Anon, you are bold. Don't let JK hear you say these things. Lmho.

I think for the most part, you are just pointing out the differences in their personalities and their unique ways of expressing themselves in general not just towards eachother.

Jikook are two very distinct individuals and they express themselves differently. I feel a lot of people forget that sometimes but it's actually not that deep.

Jk is naturally reserved, introverted and not overly nurturing or affectionate. He has said this himself and Jimin has described him as not very good at expressing his emotions or communicating his feelings as well.

You can't expect him to express himself or his affections the same way an extroverted honorary hufflepuff and natural nurturer with no shame like Jimin would. That's asking for too much, I think. Lol.

I don't think there is anything wrong with JK or the way he expresses himself towards Jimin to be honest. As I keep saying, Jikook negotiate their needs most times to make for the differences in their personalities. Their relationship is not one sided. If there are aspects of JK's personality that impedes on the quality of love Jimin requires to feel satisfied in their dynamics Jimin would say so and I believe JK would work on it and vice versa. I mean we've seen them do that repeatedly over the years.

Jimin loves to be loved and he's said so himself and I believe he knows exactly what makes him feel loved and what doesn't. In the Grammy reaction video, he literally hopped over his soul mate and best friend to get a hug from JK bumping his head in the process. He was seeking emotional warmth from him. I don't think if JK's touches were cold he would keep turning to him for it.

At fan signs when Jk isn't next to him, he grabs the mic and tells Jungkook his place is beside him.

At awards when JK is having fun with his friends, he hugs his hyungs for comfort till JK comes running to him. When Hobi and JK are off in the corner playing kids, he glares at them till JK comes to stand behind him and blows on the back of his head to placate him.

On red carpets from the Grammys to Jingle bell when he can't stand next to JK because they have to stand in their official positions he literally breaks down- well almost breaks down.

There is something warm about JK that doesn't translate to the screens.

Jk does the same thing. When he needs Jimin's presence he grabs him by the neck and pulls him to himself. When he is feeling anxious and needs to calm down he rubs on Jimin's arms to soothe himself.

During performances when he's waited for JM to interact with him and JM isn't doing that, he walks to him to wrap his hands around him or sing with him. He cheats his way through games to be on the same team with JM, he literally teleports his ass to be next to JM. He throws tantrums when he can't be next to him.

Jimin didn't wake him up once and he whined about it in interviews. Jimin left him out of a VLive and he started a revolution on VLive.

There is something they both need from eachother's presence and they take it from eachother when they need it- as far as their need for affections and intimacy go. In my opinion.

They take up a lot of space in eachother's lives, riding together, spending time together outside of work, getting in eachother's personal space and groping eachother excessively- not that I'm complaining. I mean, I wanna see it all. Lol. But it would be counterintuitive for either of them, especially JK to do all of these things, be an accomplice of, participate in and initiate certain intimate moments with JM himself if Jimin made him in anyway uncomfortable, annoyed or embarrassed.

It also says a lot about BTS and BigHit if it is true, that JK is uncomfortable being intimate with Jimin, for having sat and watched this sordidity go on between Jikook for years without intervening, or standing up for JK, to protect him against Jimin imposing himself on jK in that way, by calling JM out for making the youngest among them feel uncomfortable with his skinship and gestures towards him. It would be a failure on their part not to uphold their common duty to protect and act in the interests of JK as the hyungs, agent and guardians of JK.

It would be a failure and a huge betrayal on JM's part too. Jimin is and portrays himself as a very considerate person with a high emotional intelligence quotient who cares about and loves JK. It would be insensitive and not so loving or intelligent of him to not know his actions, skinship and affections make another person uncomfortable or annoyed.

And for him to persist in these endeavors throughout the years knowing full well they are not welcomed, reciprocated or enjoyed by JK would not just be unconscionable on his part but would make him dumb, abusive and vile- a rhetoric anti Jimin, anti Jikook and most Tuktukkers peddle on these streets and I don't blame them. Ignorance and hatred will do that to a person.

This rhetoric implicates not just JM but JK himself, BTS and the company as they all have stock and owe a duty of care towards eachother and JK as the youngest amongst them, to create and foster a work environment where everyone's bodily integrity, mind and spirit is respected and upheld. One in which they all feel safe within.

Let's talk ships for a second. You think Tae or Suga will let Jimin make JK uncomfortable in that way and not stand up for JK or call JM out for that? Tae? Taehyung? Sis, there's a reason Yeontan doesn't like him. He is over protective. Lol. That dog just wanna walk down the streets with Min Holly on his arm.

Let me paint you a picture. When JK got injured on stage and he went to JM and JM comforted him but his part was coming up so he left to go sing, Taehyung stood by JK and followed him around the stage never taking his eyes off him- even though JK was just gravitating towards JM because he was feeling vulnerable and JM had no idea what was happening behind him.

In Run 116, another recent instance of JK's vulnerable moments, because to me he was dealing with a broken heart- because Jikook had broken up around that period in my opinion, JK was leaning into Tae for that comfort.

Feel free to disagree anyone but I'm afraid I have to stand by my opinion and observations and understanding of their dynamics. Lol.

Notice how the one time JM initiated skinship with JK in that episode, because JK had spent the entire episode closed off to him, Jimin kept stealing glances at the members? His eyes kept shifting and he looked almost nervous? Now why do you think that is?

The members will not allow Jimin to impose himself on JK like that.

It's the second time in years I've seen Jimin act like he needed permission to interact with JK. Did you see the blackswan shoot interview around that period? Tae and Kook around early January through to the On period?

Tae would not stand and watch Jimin play JK's feelings like that, take advantage of him or make him uncomfortable. Neither would Suga quite frankly. RM wouldn't stand for it nor will Jin or Hobi.

If you noticed any thing off with Jikook around the period you mentioned, it's probably because they were getting back together after a breakup and their interactions were in the aftermath of a hiccup in their relationship. Again, my opinion.

Compare that Run moment you mentioned where JM was hit in the eye to the recent Grammy reaction behind scenes when JM hit his head and was hurting or even to all the events post October... same vibe as On Era, different intensities. We will talk about the October timeline again soon. I think I've seen enough to form an opinion. Lol.

My point is, Jikook have unique love needs and love languages. Jimin speaks JK's love language even if that language is not JK's own way of expression.

When asked what JK liked about Jimin, JK said it was his shamelessness. Deep it. We find attractive in others qualities we admire or lack in ourselves.

JK harbors a lot of shame over a lot of things. He is not Jimin. He may panic when JM suddenly pounces on him because he knows JM is wild, shameless and reckless but that doesn't mean he doesn't enjoy it.

That compliment he gave Jimin about his shameless to me was also a confession of his own shame and reservations around his expressions of self- something I feel he has been working to overcome through out the years. It's only in recent times that the members have said he's become a bit shameless himself.

JK describes Jimin's self expressions as sexy and shameless. He's said he's wanted to look sexy too and perform a sexy dance too. He may not have openly admitted this but I believe shamelessness is a quality he wants in himself.

To be shameless implies, on a certain level, JM lacks guilt, is impervious to judgment and doesn't give regard to his environment when he expresses himself.

Jimin may not have a lot of guilt about his sexuality but he has a lot of fear and JK may not have a lot of fear in him but he has a lot of guilt about his sexuality and both are not less gay.

All these beautiful moments of expressions from Jimin you seemly applaud were at one point viewed as disgraceful acts or acts of shame and worthy of condemnation that in JK's view perhaps shouldn't have been expressed so openly by Jimin or any gay man for that matter- the emphasis is mine.

I'm going off on a tangent but stick with me.

That shame he associates with JM's self expressions on the surface may just be as a result of his shyness and introvertedness but I also think his internalized homophobia brought on by his own past repressed homosexuality could be an underlying factor. In my opinion.

It's very unsettling, as a closeted person, to watch other queer people in close proximity to you perform sexuality and queerness so openly without fear or shame and be met with the level of ridicule JM was met with in those early days parading himself as the queer jest of the group. It was cringe merely watching those moments from the screen.

If he viewed his queerness as wrong in any way on a fundamental level, then we cannot reasonably expect him to suddenly have a complete 360 turn around or a hundred percent shift from this mentality. It doesn't work like. Being closeted can have lasting effects on a person even long after they have come out of the closet.

I believe JK is aware of this. Do I think he is happy with it? No. But I believe he is working on it. Like the members said, he has changed alot this past year and has a lot of self awareness now. In his Weverse interview, they pointed out how he is constantly working to improve himself.

It is why I think often when he panics and pulls away in such moments he tries to reestablish contact with Jimin to reassure him he is not rejecting him. I think I pointed it out in my video analysis on YT. He knows he has a lot to work through and I know JM is patient with him when it comes to that. I see them as working through a lot of baggage as queer men honestly. They're undoing the toxic narratives of queerness and masculinity, learning not to be afraid of being themselves openly etc. They are gonna get there- eventually.

JM talks about their relationship and uses the word love to describe it and JK shifts uncomfortably. An interviewer playfully asks if JM is not his style and he panics and stutters, causing JM to butt in and save his ass with 'don't answer that.' Jimin talks about JK hugging him to sleep at a fan sign and JK shuts it down telling JM he doesn't like such things said about him because to him it was weird for JM to say stuff like that.

And you'd often hear JM asking JK if it was ok for him to say certain things or do certain things in regards to him immediately after he'd said or done them- is it ok to say I like you? Is it ok to say you cuddle me to sleep. You don't like this? You don't like that?

Clearly, JM felt the need to ask these and had to ask because perhaps JK had expressed concerns about certain things JM said and did openly in regards to him that he didn't feel comfortable with.

Jimin over expresses himself which is equally problematic if we are being honest. And JK under expresses himself, we been knew.

Over the years, he's learned to be more brazen and less reserved but he still is the same person at his core: an introvert. His introvertedness doesn't answer for his actions and choices but it answers for his mannerisms and the things you've pointed out is one of them.

I have said I don't buy into this whole JM fell first, JK fell harder narrative. For Jimin to have fallen first he would have had to be queer in those early days but I argue he wasn't ergo that entire conjecture is bogus to me. Lol.

JM over expresses himself and part of those expressions to me are mere performances divorced from his sexuality. Most of JK's expressions flow from his sexuality and I feel he is not very good at compartmentalizing. But that's not his fault. That's the consequences of being queer in a space where performative queerness is applauded but actual gayness is frowned upon and Jikook are a reflection of this.

People are ok with Jimin being gay as long as he is not gay. They are ok making gay jokes about him untill we tell them he is actually gay in a gay relationship with another gay member- then it's don't assume his sexuality and project and heteronormativity. Smh.

And the more these upcoming Idols use Jikook as the blueprint to their success by imitating and performing the queerness of Jikook for entertainment purposes the more the lines blur on what is acceptable queerness and what is political queerness.

He's built a persona and a facade for himself over the years and this persona incorporates to some degree, what you can call queer aesthetics, just a dash of gayness to keep things interesting. But it's a facade nevertheless.

Jimin is not more gay than JK because he over expresses and JK is not less gay because he under expresses and one is not better than the other.

Jimin doesn't love JK more just because he over expresses and JK doesn't love JM less just because he under expresses- if that's what you were implying by your Ask.

I read a comment from months ago under a BinJin couple video analysis where people were saying the Lady was too stiff around the Man at awards hence she was uncomfortable being around him therefore they were not real- HUH!!! Jokes on them.

I think people need to expand their vocabulary beyond he is uncomfortable ergo he doesn't like Jimin. If anything being nervous around someone you like is the first indication you like them. Lmho.

Jikook make eachother nervous. Jimin had to drag JK out of the Kitchen when he was cooking because he didn't want JK to watch him cook. Lol.

In the New Jersey VLive, Jimin gulped looking at the screen trying to keep his cool but JK clocked it and that's why he looked up at him- omg these two. Jk got them in some deep shit that day. Lmho.

Sometimes Jimin intentionally puts JK on the spot, like he did in the Japan self interviews when he blurted out the best part of his day is waking up to see JK's face. JK was shooketh. Lmho.

Did you see JK's face when JM blew him an air kiss at the award? JK could never. Lmho.

In spite of all these reactions, JK keeps going back for more. In spite of his own reactions to these moments, JK keeps praising JM for it. Does he want Jimin to stop doing those. I wish I could say yes- but I'm scared of his frying pans. Lol.

Hope this helps.

Signed,

GOLDY

[miraculousandbts]

BTS | AMAs

P.S. The story is in y/n's perspective. Just because I wanted to.

Summary: You get your first big nomination, but you just had to stumble into a very handsome stranger.

Pairing: OT7 X Reader (Platonic)

Genre: Fluff

Word Count: 2.2k

Warning: Reader’s train of thought goes crazy every once in a while. I feel like this should be a warning.

I was hugging my manager and jumping in circles with her, as a way of expressing my happiness. Ashley was not only my manager, but also one of my closest friends, always supporting me and believing in me since the start. Both of us were ecstatic with the news, and this was our way of showing it. Aside from jumping, we both were also screaming very loudly. I had never been so thankful for having a house near the forest area without neighbours.

Oh, wait! I never introduced myself; how rude of me. (Yes, I was thinking about the Thea Stilton books...) I'm y/n, a singer and songwriter. I live in LA. Me and Ash were just watching the American Music Awards nominations, and we just couldn't control our excitement when they took my name. This was my first nomination for an award. It wouldn't be that big of a deal for an experienced artist or someone who has been in the industry for long, but I'm still a rookie, debuting only two years ago.

Me and Ashley finally calmed down when a very startled guard came in and told us that we screamed so loud that he saw bats fly away from deep inside the forest. We sheepishly apologised, and decided to go to sleep. I had been recording a song the whole day, while she had been busy with manager duties, so we both were exhausted. I had actually known her for the last four years, and she often stayed over. So often, in fact, that my guest room had become 'Ashley's Room' very quickly.

After bidding each other happy good nights, we both went to bed in our respective rooms, falling asleep speedily.

*****

Taylor was applying my makeup, while I sat in the stiff makeup chair. This had been going on for the past hour, despite me telling her that I wanted light makeup and a simple dress. Instead, she and my stylist Ben decided to go against my wishes for once. Ben had prepared an extravagant dress too fancy even for a royal ball, and I was thankful it wasn't pink or blue or yellow; I absolutely did not want to look like a princess, that just wouldn't be me. Taylor kept on applying a little too much makeup on my face for my liking. She was very talented, so at least I was sure I wouldn't look bad.

Right now, she was working on my eye makeup, expertly putting on eyeliner and...something. I'm not good with this stuff. Taylor's assistant, whose name I always forgot, was painting my nails. I looked at her working. She was a pro at this. She smoothly glided the brush over my nails, effortlessly painting them purple, and then decorating them. She used as less materials as possible, knowing I hated it when even my nails felt heavy; my face was enough.

After two more hours of torture, I was finally ready. I looked breathtaking, but if I had an option, I would still go with something lighter. After another hour of sitting in the limo, we were finally there.

I got out, and there were cameras in my face. All I saw were purple blotches, because the camera men couldn't use their brains enough to shut off the flash. Or maybe those cameras didn't have an option to shut off the flash.

Anyway, I struck a few poses, blew some kisses, and walked ahead. And then I saw Dan. He was a reporter for such gigs, and I often did short interviews with him. He wasn't like the others; he didn't ask about rumours or made new ones, he didn't ask controversial questions to increase their channel's TRP.

I gave him a grin and walked towards him.

"Hey, Dan."

"Y/n! Looking beautiful as always."

"Oh, you flatter me." I kept a hand on my chest.

"Okay, stop with the over dramatics, girlie." You grinned.

He motioned his cameraman to start recording. I tuned out the whole introduction, and focused when he asked me a question, the said question being how was I feeling about being here even though it hadn't been long since my debut. "It's all thanks to my fans. I love making music, and I believe that if you do something with true passion, you will be successful. I guess this is destiny's way of showing me that what I'm doing is right. And not gonna lie, it feels like I've been feeling like I'm on a sugar rush since the nominees were announced, because of the adrenaline."

After some more questions and smiles, I finally went in.

I was too focused on not tripping on my own feet because of the long dress, so the first thing I did after entering was bump into someone. Great! I wasn't even surprised anymore, knowing how I was. "I am so sorry!" I looked up with wide eyes, only to meet kind brown ones. It took me a second to register that he wasn't alone, six other men behind him. They seemed familiar. I could tell they were from east Asia. I glanced at all of them, and then looked at him, apologising again.

"It is okay." He had a cute accent to his English, and I internally smiled, not only because of his accent, but also because he wasn't mad. I must've smiled in relief, because he looked amused. Now that I was looking at him properly, he was handsome, with a capital H. Little round face, pretty eyes, cute boop-able nose. And then he smiled. And then I died. It was the cutest smile I had ever seen!

Thankfully, I wasn't the kind of gal who would stand there checking him out. All of this took me a second, and I excused myself after thanking him.

*****

"Oh, hey!" I heard a smooth deep voice as soon as I sat down. I looked to my side and found one of the friends of the man I had bumped into earlier. I was right, my brain didn't forget. I smiled a small smile. "Hey."

Extending my hand towards him the old fashioned way, introduced myself. "Y/n."

He shook my hand, seemingly unfazed by my apparent childish behaviour. "Kim Namjoon, more commonly known as RM."

That's when it clicked. RM. K-Pop. BTS. My eyes must've widened; I was always terrible at hiding my emotions. "Everything okay?" He brought me out of my stupor. "Uh, yeah. Just, when I stumbled into one of you guys before, you all seemed familiar, I just couldn't place your faces anywhere." I replied honestly. "Oh." He simply leaned back into his chair and nodded.

"So, in which category are you nominated?" He continued.

"Top social artist. You?"

"Same. It'll be a four year streak for us if we win again."

"Ooh, really. Well then, I hope you win."

"Don't you want to win?"

"Coming here already feels like a dream. I don't think I can handle the adrenaline if I do win."

"So basically you want us to win for completely selfish purposes, huh?"

You both laughed at that remark, and continued making small talk for a while. Then he said he had to use the washroom. I hummed in his direction, and as soon as he got up, I saw the guy I had ran into in the chair next to his.

He had noticed Namjoon getting up too, so he was looking on my direction. He grinned at me, and sat in Namjoon's chair. "Hello."

"Hey."

"I am sorry. My English is not that good. Only Namjoon speaks English." He sheepishly rubbed his neck. "Why are you apologising for that?" I was genuinely curious. It was okay to not know perfect English. Even though I was a native English speaker, I still made mistakes. Everyone did. And the said language wasn't even his first language. "At the entrance, I wanted to talk."

"Oh. Well, You should have, I don't judge because of stuff like this." He smiled at that. "I will introduce you to them." He gestured to his band mates who were very engrossed in the show. Before he could do that, I interrupted him. "Hey, sorry. I haven't been in the industry for long, and I've only ever heard your guys' name, so...I only know RM and V? Is that right? So, yeah, I don't know your name."

I cursed at myself internally. Way, to go y/n! So damn awkward. He must've sensed my hesitation, because all he did was offer me his hand. Ooh, the old fashioned way. Good to know I wasn't the only one.

"Suga."

"Y/n." I shook his hand. Namjoon came back at that moment and him and Suga said something to each other in Korean. Wait, Suga? That does not sound right. Oh, right! It must be his stage name.

And then I facepalmed. Literally. I didn't think before my hand met my forehead. I must've made a pretty loud smack, because both of them were now looking at me like I was some weirdo. I sighed and slowly hid my face in my hands. "These kind of things always happen to me..." I mumbled.

I looked up when I heard them chuckling. I pouted, but I knew they could see the relief on my face that they didn't think of me like I was demented. "Don't worry, we've been living with these guys for the past eight years, these kind of things don't faze us anymore." Namjoon gestured to the other guys, who were still oblivious to their surroundings, absorbed in the performances.

I let out a breathy chuckle at the fact that they were so openly dissing their own friends. Namjoon, by now, was seated in the chair in which Suga was previously sitting in.

"So, I refuse to believe that Suga is your real name. And I would rather be literal friends with you guys, rather than two artists who just know each other."

"Yoongi. Min Yoongi." The way he said it reminded me of how Geronimo Stilton introduced himself. 'Why my brain has to go down completely random memory lanes is beyond me...and why am I thinking about a kid's book series?'

Within the next hour, I had been introduced to the other guys, and all of us were conversing about anything and everything. Seokjin was very happy that I was loving his dad jokes, Hoseok was a little too excited about my proposal of shooting a dance cover on one of mine or their songs, Jimin, Taehyung and me got along very well, as we were all the same age, and Jungkook had offered to teach me boxing, after I expressed my wish to learn it.

All in all, I was getting along very well with them. They were fun to be with, and it was absolutely adorable how they sometimes got flustered over their mistakes while talking. After the fun night ended, I congratulated them on their win, and went home, completely exhausted.

*****

"Noona!" Jungkook was the first to notice me. With wide eyes and a happy grin, he came to hug me. I had decided to surprise the boys by coming to Korea. Right now, I was standing in their dance studio. Even after four years, we were still going strong. It felt like now I had four elder brothers, two twins, and a kid. '...that was a terrible reference...god, please tell me what is wrong with me.'

Soon, all the boys came to hug me, though I tried running away to avoid their sweaty hugs, but Jungkook held me at one place, while I tried to squirm away. I should've just waited in their dorm.

"Kookie!" All I got in reply was a mischievous giggle. He really was a baby. Later that day, a collaboration between us was confirmed, and I couldn't have been happier.

Geronimo Stilton and Thea Stilton might be kids’ books, but they’re still the best!! Change my mind, I dare you.

[krreader]

BLACKPINK scenario → them being your overprotective sister and BTS as your boyfriend.

pairing: blackpink x sister!reader ; jung hoseok x reader ; park jimin x reader ; jeon jeongguk x reader ; kim namjoon x reader fandom: blackpink ; bts warnings: mentions of sex ; mentions of abuse genre: fluff ; angst word count: 1.1k+

a/n: I hope you like it sweetheart, I just picked bts members that I thought fit with the scenarios I came up with ♥

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kim jisoo

Jisoo had been so worried when you told her you and Jeongguk started dating, mostly because she was afraid of what would happen when people found out about it.

You weren't just dating any idol, you were dating one of the most famous ones there currently was.. and his fans could be scary.

She had voiced her opinion about this multiple times, but you had ignored her every time and told her there was nothing she had to be worried about.

But now she was visiting you in the hospital because of said fans, so.. who had been right all along?

After people had found out about the relationship, the internet went crazy, but she had hoped it would have died by now.

Wrong.

Some fans had mobbed you when you had been on your own and you had hurt your leg in the process.

You were on painkillers and fell asleep around ten minutes after she arrived, so she just kissed your head, pulled the blanket higher and left the hospital room, only to run into the person that was indirectly responsible.

“Please, believe me, I never wanted..-”

“Shut up!” Jisoo never lost her cool like this, but this concerned you and your safety, so she stopped him before he could even really start, “I warned you about this, but both of you didn't want to listen to me. So listen to me now, Jeon Jeongguk, because I won’t say it again. Something like this happens again, I will make you responsible for this. You date her, you make it your task to keep her safe. You failed her once and I will forgive you, but you fail her twice and I will make sure she's as far away from you as she can possibly be. Do you understand me?”

Jeongguk gulped down hard and bowed a little, very much intimidated by her, “Yes.”

jennie kim

It was so weird, Jimin had known Jennie years before you and him had started dating and the few times that they had talked they had gotten along great with each other.

But the moment you and him started dating, she changed her entire demeanor towards him.

Now he was, blatantly put, scared of her.

Every time you showed up with her, he was sure that she was about to kill him at any moment.

“Oh, by the way, my sister is coming too, tomorrow,” you got out of bed and started to get dressed, Jimin immediately sitting up straight.

“Wait what? You said it would only be us and your parents?”

“Well.. yeah, but I told her about it and she said she wants to come too,” you shrugged, “Why does it matter? You two get along well, right?”

Jimin just laughed nervously. And he continued to do so until he was sitting in front of her the next day and she looked at him with nothing but coldness in her eyes.

On top of that, she was dressed like women in movies were dressed when they were about to cut off a man's dick. She looked like a badass who didn't give two shits and that intimidated him ten times more.

“We're so happy that it's going so well between you two,” your mother said happily, “Truly.”

“Yeah,” Jimin nearly chocked on air, but then looked at Jennie, “I would.. never hurt her. Ever.”

“That's good,” your father said with content.

Jennie just took a sip from her drink and narrowed her eyes at him. She didn't even have to say anything and he was already about to shit himself.

The power she held.

roseanne park

You and your sister have always been close, so close that you eventually decided to pursue a career in Seoul to be closer to her.

But her duties as an idol never stopped and, even though you were living in the same city, there were periods where you didn't see her for weeks on end.

You were lonely. Incredibly so.

And because you were the sister of an idol, you had contacts that other people didn't. You got invited to parties that you ended up going to in hopes of meeting new people.

And that's how you met him.

“Wait what?!” Rosé left the hotel room and walked into the lobby to be alone with you for a moment, “What are you saying?!”

“He was really kind, Rosie.. and I was really lonely. So we just.. talked. And then he asked me out and.. well I said yes. That was four weeks ago.”

“And you're only telling me now?!”

“I didn't want to tell you until I was sure it was working out. And it is..”

She was about to pull out her hair. Her sister just told her that she started dating Kim Namjoon, the leader of the current most popular boy group on this planet and she was on the other side of the world and couldn’t have a proper conversation with you about it.

If she had been there, she would probably have gone over to his place and would have had a talk with him, but after the phone call you two had, she instantly messaged him and told him to be careful with you, begged him not to hurt you with a certain.. tone, that was clear even through message.

But Namjoon had no intention of doing so. So she didn't have to worry.

lalisa manoban

You originally got into dancing because of your sister. And because of her career, you were able to work with a bunch of talented people, including Jung Hoseok.

You two ended up dancing with each other – privately – more than once or twice. And the longer you spent together, the more feelings you developed for each other.

And now you finally had to tell her when the topic came up, “They told me I could choose my own back-up dancers. I want you up on stage with me,” Lisa said while she ate the food in front of her.

“Uhm,” you chuckled nervously, “You see.. I uh.. I was already asked.”

She instantly stopped eating, gulping down whatever was left in her mouth after a second of silence, before asking: “What? By whom?!” she almost sounded offended.

“Well, you see.. Hoseok. We uh.. we spent a lot of time together recently and.. I don't know,” you smiled a little, “We just really like each other.”

“Woha, woha, woha. Hold up. Are you two a thing?”

“Yeah,” you were so happy, she didn't have it in her to say anything negative in that moment, but she did ask you a shit ton of questions.

The first time she saw Hoseok again after you confessed to her was the night that you'd be on stage with him. And when Blackpink and BTS were standing next to each other backstage, she carefully took a few baby steps until she was right next to him, Hoseok jumping a little when she suddenly stood there, “I'll be watching you. You touch her inappropriately, I will hunt you down with the rest of the girls.”

And when Hoseok raised his head, he saw all of the Blackpink girls eyeing him dangerously.

This was probably not the right moment to tell her that him and you were already having sex with each other, right?

[jeonsjiddies]

summary- Jimin wasn’t sure when he had fallen in love with his best friend, he only knew that it was getting worse. rating- explicit / 18+ word count- 2623 pairing- yoongi x jimin genre- smut warnings- unprotected sex a/n - this is my first BTS one shot, I was dumb and didn’t realize how amazing they are until recently please be gentle lol

Jimin didn’t remember when he began to feel the way he did about Yoongi. Perhaps his feelings had blossomed between the contagious laughter and the soulful smiles. Perhaps it was the first time that Yoongi had cried in front of him, the pain and the brokenness flowing down his cheeks as Jimin held him close. Maybe it was the way he licked his lips subconsciously when deep in thought. 

Jimin wasn’t sure when he had fallen in love with his best friend, he only knew that it was getting worse. The yearning, it burned in his stomach, so forceful and unrelenting. It wasn’t all sexual. Jimin loved the sparkle in Yoongi’s eyes when he rapped a whole verse perfectly.  He loved the sass in Yoongi’s voice when someone woke him up. He loved the childlike wonder when Yoongi found the perfect beat. He loved the fierce determination in Yoongi’s eyes when he was about to prove someone wrong. He loved Yoongi. 

Jimin would be lying to himself if he said he didn’t love the way Yoongi ran his fingers through his hair, or the way his hips moved when he danced. Speaking of the devil, Jimin thought as his best friend entered the dance studio to practice with the group. Normally Jimin was the late one, but after a particularly sleepless night, he’d been itching to get to Yoongi sooner rather than later. 

Flashes of his dream the night before flitted through his mind before he could stop them. Yoongi’s hands trailing torturously slow down Jimin's chest, their mouths working together like choreography, the taste of Yoongi on Jimin’s tongue. 

“Jimin!” Namjoon snapped his fingers in front of Jimin's face. “You in there?”

“What? Sorry. Must’ve zoned out.” Jimin muttered. 

He glanced over at Yoongi who stood silent, but concern filled in his dark eyes. Jimin flashed him a reassuring smile before jumping on Namjoon’s back and demanding his noble steed to carry him away. This seemed to satisfy Yoongi, his worried expression melting away. He rolled his eyes with a fond smile.

Practice began and Jimin's focus transitioned to making sure he got the moves right. He might have been a lovesick puppy but he was not a slacker. He pushed his body as far as it could go. Faster. Faster. Don’t forget the drop-kick.  Turn, down, jump. 

 After practice, he had just been about to leave, second to last when he noticed Yoongi rubbing his ankle tenderly. Having come down from one of the jumps a little too aggressively had made the area tender. Jimin leaned down to inspect the minor injury. 

“You okay?” He questioned.

Yoongi’s eyes met his own as he sat up straighter and it took everything Jimin had not to suck in a breath. When Yoongi had adjusted his position on the floor, it had brought their faces mere inches apart. Jimin could feel Yoongi’s hot breath fanning his face, he could smell his minty toothpaste. Jimin shivered. 

“I’m fine, just a little sore.” Yoongi explained, eyes flicking from Jimin’s own down to his ankle.

Jimin had always been touchy, always been affectionate with everyone around him. He’d never shied away from physical touch with anyone, least of all Yoongi. Jimin took every opportunity he could to press his skin against the older boy’s. He took Yoongi’s ankle in his hands and rubbed the inflicted area. Yoongi hissed under his breath and Jimin’s gaze snapped up to Yoongi’s face. 

Wordlessly, Jimin dug into his bag for pain relieving ointment. He placed a small amount on his hands, then massaged it into Yoongi’s ankle. Small whimpers left Yoongi’s lips involuntarily, and Jimin’s sweats seemed to grow a little tighter. He tried to adjust discreetly, keeping up with aiding Yoongi. 

“Fuck.” Yoongi hissed, head falling back to expose his neck, glistening with sweat. Jimin wanted to taste it.

Jimin’s hands stilled, concerned he’d hurt his friend worse by trying to help. 

“Sorry, you okay?” 

“Yeah, that actually feels so fucking good. It’s like you have magic fingers.” Yoongi said breathlessly, Adam’s Apple bobbing as he spoke.

All the air left Jimin’s lungs. His mouth went dry. His eyes transfixed on Yoongi’s throat. 

“Don’t stop, please.” Yoongi urged. 

Jimin could taste the blood in his mouth as he bit down harshly on his bottom lip to keep from groaning at the way Yoongi damn near whined. Jimin reminded himself this was not a sexual situation. His friend was hurt and he was helping. Tell that to his dick, which had sprung to life as soon as the first noise had left Yoongi’s mouth. 

Jimin took a shaky breath and continued massaging the medication into Yoongi’s skin. Jimin tortured himself for another ten minutes before suggesting that they should go play games. If Jimin didn’t get his hands off Yoongi soon he was going to bust in his pants. 

Yoongi deemed his ankle well enough for that plan. Jimin helped him up and they walked to Jimin’s apartment together. Yoongi made himself at home, pulling out two water bottles and handing one to Jimin before sitting on Jimin’s bed. 

“What do you want to play?” Jimin asked as he turned on the game system.

“Hmmm.. call of duty?” Yoongi offered. 

Jimin set up the game and they began working together to defeat the enemy at hand. Soon Jimin noticed that Yoongi was slowing down, his right hand often reaching up to rub his left shoulder as his face contorted. 

“Dude, you’re falling apart.” Jimin joked, shoving Yoongi playfully.

“I don’t know what happened. First my ankle. Now my shoulder. My whole body hurts man.” Yoongi complained. 

Jimin knew it was a bad idea. He knew nothing good could possibly come of it. He knew he should remain quiet. And yet, he heard himself speak before the decision was even fully made.

“Lay down on the bed.” He instructed, standing.

“Gonna take advantage of me in my weakened state?” Yoongi joked. 

“You wish!” Jimin threw back at him with a grin.

“Nah. I’m more of a top myself.” Yoongi winked before spreading himself across Jimin’s bed. 

Jimin swallowed nervously, unable to retort Yoongi’s  last reply. He crawled over to Yoongi, and placed his hands on the boys clothed shoulders. He began to massage the tension out.

Yoongi closed his eyes for a while then he shifted uncomfortably, before huffing in annoyance and sitting up, flinging his shirt off and laying back down. 

“Stupid thing was in the way.” He grumbled. 

Jimin froze, his eyes scanning along Yoongi’s smooth skin. Muscles taut underneath. Jimin willed his cock to chill for a second and thought exclusively about vaginas until the hard on passed. 

“Yo, why’d you stop?” Yoongi whined. 

“Sorry.” Jimin coughed, placing his hands on Yoongi’s skin once more. 

His firm, yet gentle touch moved along Yoongi’s shoulders, pressing in and moving in circular motions. Yoongi let out little grunts, and Jimin did his best to ignore them. He found it difficult to get the right angle to massage the knot out of Yoongi's lower back from his position beside him.

Despite all rational judgement that Jimin possessed, he swung his leg over Yoongi’s back, straddling the older boy and resting on his plush bottom. Yoongi let out a surprised gasp and Jimin almost died on the spot. He ignored the tightening in his stomach and put all of his strength into working the knot out of Yoongi’s back. 

Yoongi’s small grunts turned to loud moans as Jimin worked. The sounds of pleasure escaping Yoongi’s plump lips were downright pornographic.  Jimin closed his eyes and put all of his focus into the movement of his hands, doing everything in his power not to get hard while sitting on top of his friend. 

Jimin was fighting a losing battle, and after one particularly shaky moan from underneath him, he bolted off of his friend and dove under the covers to hide. His dick was throbbing with desire and he prayed to anyone listening that Yoongi hadn’t felt it.

“What's wrong?” Yoongi asked, turning to face Jimin then making a pained face and laying back down. 

“I uh… I-I” Jimin stuttered. 

Yoongi grabbed a pillow and hugged it to his chest, effectively covering his lap as he sat up to face Jimin. 

“Are you okay?” He asked

Jimin closed his eyes and willed the erection away with every ounce of strength he had. Yoongi ripped the blanket away to reveal Jimin’s face, and in the process, also revealed Jimin’s current issue: his rock hard issue. 

Yoongi’s mouth fell open as Jimin’s stomach sank. Jimin attempted to flee the bed, but yoongi's hand darted out to catch him by the wrist, yanking him back. The bed bounced as Jimin fell into it and Yoongi hovered over the younger man. Jimin felt Yoongi’s hard cock press into his own through their sweats. A gasp left his lips as his eyes met the ones above him. 

“Don’t try to run away.” Yoongi commanded softly, his gaze piercing through Jimin. 

Both boys could feel Jimin’s cock twitch at Yoongi’s words. This caused Yoongi to smirk. 

“You like that? Like it when I take control?” He hummed, lips brushing over Jimin’s pulse point. Jimin shivered. 

“Yes.” Left Jimin’s lips in a whisper. 

 Yoongi’s lips ghosted down to the hollow of Jimin’s throat, placing a kiss there. Jimin lifted his chin to give Yoongi more access. 

“Mmm.. so needy for me.” Yoongi smirked satisfactorily. 

“I’ve been dreaming about this moment forever. I’m not gonna play hard to get.” Jimin tossed back, though he wasn’t even the slightest bit ashamed. 

“Hmmm..? You dreamt about me?” Yoongi searches Jimin’s eyes.

“Every fucking night.” Jimin admitted

“What did I do in these dreams?” Yoongi inquired.

Yoongi’s lips sucking on Jimin’s collarbones did not help Jimin think clearly enough to voice his fantasies to the other man.

“A-ah, fuck. You’d tease me, just like this.” Jimin whined. 

Yoongi smiled against Jimin’s skin, then sat up to pull Jimin’s shirt off of his body. Yoongi let out a low growl upon freeing Jimin of the offending fabric. His tongue ran across his lips before he put it to use on Jimin’s nipples.

Jimin moaned, tangling his fingers in Yoongi’s hair and tugging gently. This only spurred Yoongi on. His tongue flicked against Jimin’s  taught nipples, teeth tenderly grazing against the nubs as he worked his way down Jimin’s chest. 

Yoongi’s hand brushed lightly over Jimin’s clothed length, causing Jimin to let out a hiss. 

“What do you want?” Yoongi asked.

“Touch me. Please.” Jimin begged.

Yoongi wasted no time in sliding his hand under the waistband of Jimin’s sweats, taking his length in his hand and pumping. Jimin’s abs clenched, and as much as he loved the attention, he wanted to touch Yoongi. Jimin's fingers found Yoongis elastic and pulled the pants and boxers down, exposing Yoongi’s swollen, dripping cock. 

Jimin had never been so horny is his entire life. He jerked against Yoongi's hand, while reaching out with his own to cup Yoongi's aching cock with his own hand. Yoongi groaned and pulled away. Jimin was about to ask what happened when he watched Yoongi rid himself of his sweats and boxers in one swift motion. Jimin lifted his hips to remove his own but Yoongi was too quick, leaning over and yanking the clothes from Jimin's body. Both men completely naked, on display for each other. 

Jimin pulled Yoongi onto the bed with him, and flipped them around so he was on top of Yoongi once more. Jimin took his time, admiring each and every inch of Yoongi's skin as his lips trailed their way towards where Yoongi was dying to feel Jimin. Jimin licked the tip of Yoongi's swollen cock and Yoongi’s uneven breathing picked up speed. He was dizzy with desire. When Jimin’s lips finally covered the length of Yoongi’s cock, when Yoongi could feel Jimin’s tongue swirling around his shaft, Yoongi couldn’t hold back his desperate noises. 

Jimin was made to suck dick, Yoongi decided. He was torn between closing his eyes and relishing the feeling and watching Jimin’s every move. Yoongi loved when Jimin’s eyes met his own, his plump lips wrapped around his length. Jimin was so pretty. Jimin did his best to excel in all things, and bringing Yoongi to the edge of release was no different. Yoongi might’ve been embarrassed at how fast he’d come to the edge if he could actually think. 

“Fu-Jimi- I’m gonna-“ Yoongi warned the younger boy, but Jimin didn’t move, only sucked harder. 

Yoongi's whole body convulsed as he bucked into Jimin’s waiting mouth and came with a cry of Jimin’s name. He spilled down Jimin’s throat. Jimin, the good boy he was, drank up every drop and worked Yoongi through all that his orgasm was worth. 

Yoongi couldn’t stop shaking for a few moments, his whole world was spinning with the earth shattering orgasm Jimin had just gifted him. It wasn’t until Jimin licked  his lips seductively, eyes trained on Yoongi’s  that Yoongi was brought out of his fog. 

With a growl, Yoongi pinned the younger man beneath him, holding both hands above his head with one of his own and trailing a blaze of kisses anywhere he could reach. He nipped and licked and sucked purple and red bruises all over Jimin’s body. Jimin was writhing beneath Yoongi, feeling every breath, every heartbeat, every move Yoongi made with such intensity he was sure he would explode. 

“Mmm.. you did so good for me baby.. I think you deserve something in return, don’t you?” Yoongi smirked as his lips ghosted over Jimin’s leaking tip. 

“Oh fuck yes please.” Jimin begged. 

He’d felt so powerful, rendering Yoongi speechless with a flick of his tongue across Yoongi’s throbbing length, but now felt helpless under the older boy's touch. Stars formed behind Jimin’s eyelids when Yoongi's mouth sank down on Jimin’s  erection. Jimin squirmed, gasps leaving his parted lips as Yoongi worked his magic down below. Jimin did his best not to buck his hips up into Yoongi's mouth but it just felt so good. Yoongi didn’t complain, just adjusted his jaw and worked his skillful tongue to bring Jimin higher and higher. 

Jimin gripped the bed sheets with his left hand, the fingers on his right threading themselves in Yoongi’s soft blonde locks. 

“Yoongi… close…” Jimin barely got the words out, breathless and falling apart. 

Yoongi ran his free hand up Jimin’s torso, interlacing their fingers in a surprising sweet moment, making the whole moment more intimate, more intense. Jimin couldn’t hold it in anymore, throwing his head back and shaking as his orgasm crashed over him in waves. Yoongi took it all, working Jimin through his high. Jimin’s abdomen kept spasming even after he’d come down. Yoongi smiled to himself and crawled up Jimin’s body, connecting their lips together in a slow, sweet kiss. Jimin kissed back with the same passion, before pulling back to catch his breath. He pulled Yoongi closer to his chest, wrapping his arms around him. 

“Fuck… no wonder you call it tongue technology.” Jimin panted. 

Yoongi chuckled and placed chaste kisses to the corners of Jimin’s mouth. Jimin turned, capturing Yoongi's lips with his own. He sighed contently, letting his racing heart slow down in time with Yoongi’s calming breaths. The silence was comfortable, and it stretched on as the two men held each other.

“Yoongi?” Jimin whispered. 

“Yeah?” Yoongi looked up into the younger mans sparkling eyes. 

“I… I love you.” Jimin bit his lip nervously, entire body tense as he waited for Yoongi to react. 

Yoongi’s face softened, and his lips turned up in a tender smile.

“I love you too, Jimin. I always have.”

[btsxmalereaders]

Love is nothing stronger

Male reader x Kim Namjoon.

In which you're kind of jealous of the relationship that Namjoon and Halsey have.

Genre: fluff ❄️

Word Count: 3k

No warnings apply.

You're totally fine. For real. Just tired after a long day at uni. It had been a nightmare; you are on exams period and have a few projects that its deadline is really soon, so you probably will not have free time for a long time. When you arrive home, Namjoon isn't there yet, so you decide to take a shower and then start to prepare the dinner. 

You think about all the homework you have to do and the fact that maybe you'll have to decline Joon's offer about you being on set for BTS' new music video. You really wanted to be there to show your support and love for them, but perhaps that won't happen this time. 

As you prepare the dinner, you hear the front door being opened and RapMon barking at Joon. An smile appears on your face without even noticing it. Namjoon puts his coat on the coat rack and takes off his shoes. 

“I'm home, (Y/N)” 

“Here.” you responded, still smiling, focusing on not burning up the meat. Namjoon gets closer, putting his arms around your waist and kissing your head. “How are you? Was your day nice?”

“It was, actually. We have everything ready for tomorrow! It'll be so great, I'm anxious already.” He answers, still embracing you, resting his chin on your shoulder. “Now how was your day?” 

You sigh for the twentieth time on the day. “Not so good. Still have lots of things to do this weekend.” 

“Oh? You should rest tonight, don't even dare to open up your books.” 

“But, Joonie, I have to—”

“Give yourself a little break, 'kay?” This time he kisses your neck. “Come tomorrow with me, it'll be fun! The guys miss you. They ask about you all the time.” 

You turn around to face him and give him a warm smile. He smiles back, of course, showing his dimples and trying to convince you with his sparkling eyes. “Dunno. How many days will the shooting last?” 

“Three days, if everything goes according to the plan”

“Mmh, perhaps the second day I'll join you guys.”

“If that's fine to you, then it's fine to me.” He assured. “You should let me finish this. Go get some sleep”

“You probably are tired too. Don't baby me, I can do this!”

“But, (Y/N)! I wanna help you too. Last night you prepared the dinner as well.”

“Why don't you set the table and help me with the sauce?” 

Namjoon pouts but agrees. The night is a bit cold but relaxing. You both spend it sat on the sofa, drinking cold water (because Namjoon shouldn't drink alcohol before filmings) and enjoying the meat you prepared. As that episode of friends is finished, you both stand up to clean and head to your room.

“Are you sure you don't wanna come tomorrow?” Namjoon asks, picking some comfortable clothes and a Koya's towel. 

“Already told you. I wanna be there but I have to finish my projects. Probably I'll finish tomorrow, and then I am all yours.” you wink and put yourself comfortable between sheets. You already have the pajama Namjoon gave you as a birthday present last year, it was Koya pajamas, of course. He had a pair for himself to match. The boys found that cute, and teased Namjoon for a long time.

“Sounds like a plan” He smirks and heads to the bathroom to take a short shower before sleep. Meanwhile, you set the alarm on your phone and send a few text messages to your teammates. After that, you scroll down on your twitter timeline. You have a a lot of followers since everyone thinks you're Namjoon's best friend. Well, they're not wrong after all, but they are still not getting it, yet.

It was something crazy to think about, really. No one suspected about you two even though you were together for years; according to numerous fans, you were just friends since childhood, and mostly because that's what the company has said in a press conference. Namjoon really wanted to show you off but they decided that it was not the best time to make it public. You both have been waiting but, still, you are happy like this. 

You post a selca with the caption "sleepy". The pic is cute, and it shows the pajamas you're wearing. Army may find that adorable, and perhaps they'll finally reunite the pieces of the puzzle. 

You get some mentions telling you how handsome you are and some others asking you to tell Namjoon they love him. You smile at that. A few minutes later, you can't help but search "(y/n) namjoon" cause it drives you insane. Some fans have posted an update of you wearing koya's pajamas, and some others are just freaking out because you both are such a "supportive best friends". 

Namjoon enters the room, his hair wet and wearing his matching pajamas. He looks so soft and cute that you just wanna cuddle with him forever. 

“Do I have something on my face?” He laughs and looks for the hair dryer. 

“Shut up” You say, making some space on bed for him, “come with me. I wanna cuddle tonight.”

“You always wanna cuddle.” Namjoon laughs and connects the dryer. “Hold on, love. I'll be back with you in a few minutes”

You stare at the ceiling, breathing deeply, still worrying about tomorrow's duties. You hear the dryer and Namjoon humming «boy with luv ». When he finishes, he puts the dryer on its place and joins you in bed, covering up with the sheets. 

You take your phone to take a selca. You both look so cozy wearing matching pajamas, warm and safe. You took another one of Namjoon kissing your temple and another one making silly faces. Of course you are going to keep those for yourself. 

“Let's sleep. Tomorrow's gonna be rough for us” He says, sleepy, pulling his arms around you. You rest your head on his chest and hum in response, kissing his lips shortly.

“Night, Joonie.”

“Goodnight, (y/n)”

•••

The next morning, when you wake up by your alarm, Namjoon is not there. You feel a bit sad but when you see the little note on the nightstand, your heart rushes and you smile wide. 

«I couldn't wake you up, you looked so tired and yet so beautiful.  I hope you have a great day, don't stress yourself, you got this!  Call me if you need it. Fighting!!!   Love you»

You stand up, stretching your body to release the accumulated tension from the night. Don't feel like changing your clothes cause you are comfortable like that and you have no plans to go outside. You wash your face and teeth before walking down and start to do homework.

Monie barks when he sees you and you immediately go to pet him. You make sure he has enough food and water before opening the backyard door for him to go outside and play. You are hungry but honestly, you are way to lazy to make some breakfast. When you take your backpack, a sticky note falls to the floor, and you pick it up a bit confused, «please have a breakfast. There are some fruits on the refrigerator, yogurt and granola. Don't start your day without the most important meal!! xx»

Sometimes it scares you when you think about how good Joon knows you. Like the palm of his hand. You smile and roll your eyes, and even though you still don't wanna have breakfast, you can already hear Namjoon scolding you for it, so you decide to take the things he said and mix it on a bowl. 

As you take your notebooks and textbooks, you receive a Skype message request. Your heart races, thinking is Namjoon, but your smile fades when you see is your teammates asking you to join the video call. You sit down, putting the spoon on the salad of fruits and accept the call. 

“Hi, good morning (y/n)! How are you today?” WheeIn greets you with a smile. She looks so fresh and suddenly you are conscious about your eye bags, feeling a bit ashamed. The rest is just staring at you, smiling too.

“Morning, fellas” You answer, trying to not sound so throaty. “I've been better, to be honest.”

Everyone laughs at that, but after a few minutes of joking around, everyone starts to work on the project. It's tiring, but important for your final grades. Every single one of you try your best to make a great job, and in orders to not make things boring, you all often make jokes and take little breaks.

“Hey (y/n), I just noticed you still on your pajamas" Jackson says, and everyone rolls their eyes, including you. “You look nice, still obsessed with that BTS group?”

“I mean, yes? I just feel comfortable on my pajamas when I'm home, who doesn't, though?”

“Still obsessed with that Namjoon guy?” This time Byul speaks up. 

“A lot. I'm pretty sure I love him more than I loved him yesterday.” You joke and Byul sighs. 

“You know, guys, the level of obsession this man has for Namjoon that he even adopted a dog similar to his pet and named him the same, and not to mention the pajamas of that koala just because he created it” 

OK, it was funny. No one of your friends knew about it for the simple reason that you weren't ready to tell them. It was a bit unfair, and they'll probably kill you for not telling them before, but you still feel so insecure about it. Although, you knew for sure they were going to support you unconditionally.

“Yeah, stop it. I know we're meant to be.” You laugh when everyone just remains in silence, not sure about what you just said.

“If you say so...” Kai mentions, going back to the project. 

•••

The rest of the day passes by really fast, you successfully finished your project and now you just have to finish some summaries and a class that you'll give to your classmates in two weeks. 

You still have no messages from Namjoon, and you want to call him but maybe he's busy. So you decide to start to do the rest of the homework and think about something to eat. You're really concentrated on your lecture when a message pops up on the phone. You take it as fast as you can to see it's a message from Hobi, and for a moment you feel scared but your muscles relaxes when you see it's a video with some emojis of laughing and thumbs ups.

You open it very anxious to see Namjoon and Halsey face to face, with their arms and hands extended to make a funny handshake. You can also notice Jimin and a girl (probably from staff) and Taehyung and Jungkook carrying Yeontan in the back, but then your attention is again on Halsey and your boyfriend. 

They seem to have fun, and it looks like a great time, but suddenly you can't help but feel a bit jealous? It was stupid and nonsense, but you still feel so insecure, constantly over thinking and wondering why'd Namjoon be with you, anyways. It is a constant problem, of you always feeling nothing special, not enough for Namjoon, and he'd always remind you how handsome, intelligent and awesome you are but you still feel worthless.

It was also stupid to be jealous because, even though Namjoon was bisexual, he'd never cheat on you. Just because Halsey is pretty and a good friend of him didn't mean he likes her... Right? But you knew it wasn't only that; it was how jealous you felt two years ago when he told you he met her at the BBMAs, how happy he was about it, making it a big deal (because, let's face it, it was a big deal), and then him talking about her all the time, saying he wanted to collaborate with her in a song, then messaging her everyday; it made you feel so scared and insecure. You felt so bad and tried to hide it but it all ended up in horrible discussions. 

You quickly shake the thought and reply to Hoseok with heart-eyes emojis and some other hearts too. In an impulse, you send Namjoon a message. «Hope you're having fun! Love you.» It obviously didn't sound jealousy, did it?

•••

 An hour later you're done with the summaries. You decide to take a small break and order some food. It's 6 pm and you feel tired, a bit dizzy too, but you don't care at all. You can't stop thinking about that video, and even watch it all over again, feeling saddened by your thoughts and insecurity. Then finally you receive a text message from Namjoon, announcing he'll be home really soon. You sigh and clean the table, putting your backpack on the floor and books inside. 

Your food arrives fast and you thank all gods above for it. When Namjoon opens the door, Monie barks, as expected and enters the house to greet Joonie. You half smile and see Joon so handsome and tall, he seems tired but still gets closer to you with a big smile and kisses your lips softly before sitting in front of you and steal you some sushi. 

“How was your day?” You ask, sleepy, your eyes avoiding Namjoon and concentrating on the food.

“It was amazing, a bit tiring, but so cool. We had so much fun and it was great to see Halsey again” He answers simply, eating as fast as he can. He was really hungry. 

“Good.” You say, fake smiling, and stand up. Before Namjoon could say something else, you speak again. “I'll take a shower, I'm tired too.”

He sees you heading to the second floor but doesn't say anything. You prepare your pajamas (just a green pair, a pair jungkook gave to you since you loved pajamas so much) and a towel. You decide to use the bathtub this time to relax your body and clear your head. 

You were being unfair, yes, but it's hard to think about something else. You didn't want to have the same discussion again, you didn't want to cry, you didn't want Namjoon to worry about it, you just needed to work on your trust issues all by yourself.

When you finish cleaning yourself and putting on your pajamas, you head to the room, where Namjoon is already, packing some clothes for tomorrow. You ignore him and put yourself comfortable in bed, wrapping up in the sheets and breathing heavily. Namjoon puts the suitcase down, and looks at you. 

“What's wrong, jagi?” He asks, a bit worried. You feel like you're going to cry, but hold back the tears and just deny with your head. 

“Nothing, 'm just tired, that's all.” 

“You're lying to me, you're not looking me in the eyes.” 

You roll on your back to face him and pout a bit. “I'm sorry”

“Don't be. Tell me how are you feeling. What happened?”

 You deny with your head again and sit. “It's stupid, really-”

“It is not stupid if it makes you feel like this.” He interrupts you, sitting next to you and putting his hand on your waist to put you closer. You can feel his warmth, his smell of fresh air and lavender. He feels like home. “Trust me, please.” 

“It's just...” You doubt, but his embrace gets tighter to let you know you can rely on him, always. “Hobi sent me a video of you and Halsey, you know... ” 

He doesn't let you go, but hums in response, waiting for you to continue. 

“And, I dunno, just, I kinda got jealous” This time you whisper, ashamed. He did listen and you expected him to laugh and assure you that it was ridiculous, but he didn't do that. 

Instead he holds you tighter and kisses your head. “Ah, (y/n), I understand but, baby, please...” He puts his free hand on your jaw for you to look at him, directly to his sparkling eyes. “Trust me when I say that I only love you.” He bops your nose and you laugh a bit.

“Joonie…”

“Listen to me, please.” He asks, still holding you like his life depends on it. “I know you have trust issues, and we argued a lot for it, but I really want you to be aware of this: You're the love of my life; and I'll tell you this everyday for the rest of our lives, you are the most incredible man I've ever known, you are my best friend, my boyfriend and I want to spend the rest of my life with you.”

“Joonie…” You repeat, with tears on your eyes. Your heart beating so fast and your cheeks red. 

“I would be making a huge mistake if I ever leave you, or if I ever hurt you. You are my everything, okay? I don't wanna see you like this again. Please, please, trust me. We can work on this.”

You nod and a couple of tears roll down your cheeks. Namjoon wipes it away with his thumbs and kisses you. 

“Actually, tomorrow you are coming with me, aren't you?" 

“Yes, I did finish my homeworks, so...”

He smiles, taking off his shoes and jeans, just leaving the underwear and the T-shirt on. He climbs into bed, cuddling with you. “The boys asked a lot about you and were wondering when would you see them again. I didn't tell them you would be with us tomorrow cause, you know, didn't want to ruin the surprise”

You laugh. “I miss them too so much. Haven't seen them in a while, though”

“We all were talking about you.” He says, softly. “Halsey asked about you because of that.”

You raise your eyebrow. “What?”

“Yes, jagi. We were on a break, and then Jin-hyung asked about you, so all the boys started to ask me too, making some jokes, and then Halsey just said «who are you talking about?»” He laughs a bit, but continues. “So I say, «oh, (y/n)! He is my boyfriend!» And then I think she kinda got excited about it, cause she couldn't stop asking about us for the rest of the break” 

You blush, feeling completely stupid.

“She asked for how long we've been together, how do you look like, and then I showed her a few pics of us. She found us adorable and said she wants to meet you”

“Oh” You say, dizzy. “Now I feel like a dumbass”

Namjoon laughs at that. “Yeah, but you're my dumbass.”

You punch his shoulder and he just holds you in his arms, resting his head on your chest and breathing heavily. “I love you, baby.”

You smile again, feeling better, feeling determined and loved. “I love you more, Joonie. Thanks for everything.” 

Rules.