#jimin x gn!reader

[yoonmoonn]

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pairing: jimin × gn!reader

genre: fluff

a/n: ok this took me way over an hour..

slowly closing the front door, you kick off your shoes and throw your bag on the floor. this week has been absolutely exhausting, full of sleepless nights and exams. your stress level was through the roof and you didn't even remember the last time you slept more than 20 minutes.

the driveway was empty, sign that your parents left to go on vacation as they told you a few weeks ago. yet, the house was nothing but silent. the sound of the washing machine and the pots on the stove were muffled by your favourite songs around the house, the sound of dishes being washed still loud enough.

you felt tears filling up your eyes as the smell of your favourite dish entered your nose. this week you just felt alone. your parents were busy with their jobs and now their vacation, your friends were busy with their exams and you had nothing to do but study so you could pass your own.

making your way to the kitchen, you smiled softly when you saw the only person who could make you feel better dancing around while doing the dishes. your boyfriend, jimin. his back was facing you as he was washing dishes, an apron wrapped over his shirt and joggers.

he put the last bowl down on the drying rack and turned off the water after washing his hands one last time. jimin turned around and flinched when he saw you, a small gasp leaving his pink lips “damn love, you sca-'' he suddenly stopped, his bright smile dropping at the sight of your wet cheeks and red eyes

''why are you crying ? is everything ok ?" a look of worry took over his face as he made his way over to you, engulfing you in a tight hug as your dam broke, soft sobs escaping your lips as your hands gripped the back of his shirt.

your knees gave up and you both of you softly collapsed on the kitchen floor, your weight being supported by jimin. one of his hands was wrapped around your waist and the other was behind your head, playing with your hair as you nuzzled your head in his neck while breathing his cologne.

he always had this thing in him. the way his cologne or body wash smelled whenever you would nuzzle your head in his neck or chest, the way he engulfed you in warmness whenever he would cuddle or hug you, the way he took care of you every day, making sure you eat and sleep properly and always made sure you knew how much he loved you. no matter where you were or what you were doing, as long as you were with him you felt at home.

when your sobs finally tuned to occasional sniffs he pulled away, his hands immediately finding your cheeks and wiping your tears away. ''what happened love ?" he asked slowly, like you were made out of porcelain and he was scared to break you.

you looked into his eyes to reassure him that you were ok ''i was so stressed with all the exams and seeing all of this made me realise i'm so grateful to have you minnie. i love you so much" you said, covering his hands with yours and smiling.

his face turned into a wide grin before he pressed his lips on yours ''i love you more. but come on now, let's eat and sleep. i know you're tired'' he said, helping you up.

[jyeoulzhu]

yap yap yap

summary . y/n and karina are up late, cuddled up and yapping about the most random things. it's all jokes and teasing until the conversation takes a turn, leaving them both a little softer than before.

pairing . karina x gender neutral reader

it’s 2:37 AM.

you’re lying in bed, wrapped up in karina’s arms. or maybe she’s wrapped up in yours. honestly, at this point, you can’t tell where she ends and you begin.

her leg is thrown over your waist, her head is buried in your chest, and her fingers are playing with the fabric of your shirt.

you should be asleep.

she should be asleep.

but instead—

"y/n," she murmurs.

"hm?"

she pauses.

you wait.

"…do you think fish get thirsty?"

you blink. "excuse me?"

"like. do they? what if they want a sip of water?"

"jimin, they’re literally in water."

"okay, but." she lifts her head, narrowing her eyes. "what if they want, like… flavored water?"

you stare at her.

"what the hell are you even talking about."

"i don’t know, i’m just asking." she shrugs. "hypothetically."

"NO FISH IS OUT HERE CRAVING A CAPRI SUN, JIMIN."

she giggles, snuggling back into you.

"you’re so stupid," you mumble, but your hand moves to play with her hair anyway.

she sighs happily, wrapping herself even tighter around you.

for a few minutes, it’s peaceful.

warm.

quiet.

and then—

"y/n."

"jimin."

"what if i was, like. a roach."

you sigh. "oh my god."

"what if i got stuck on my back and i was wiggling my little legs around and you saw me. would you help me flip over?"

"jimin, i’d get the nearest shoe."

she gasps, shoving you. "YOU WOULD NOT."

"i would."

"YOU LOVE ME."

"YEAH, BUT NOT IF YOU’RE A ROACH."

she groans dramatically, flopping onto her back. "you’re so fake."

"okay, what about me?" you nudge her. "if i was a roach, would you take care of me?"

she thinks.

for too long.

"HELLO???"

she giggles, burying her face in your pillow. "hmmmmmmmmm."

"YOU’RE TAKING TOO LONG."

she wheezes, shaking her head. "okay, okay. yes. i’d take care of you."

"i don’t believe you."

"i would! i’d build you a little house and feed you crumbs and—"

"you’d kill me in my sleep."

"well, if you’re a roach, you’d probably die in three days anyway."

"OH, SO YOU WERE JUST GONNA LET ME SUFFER?"

she cackles, rolling back into your arms.

you glare at her, but she just peeks up at you, grinning.

"okay, okay. new question."

"oh my god."

"if i was a worm—"

"jimin."

she bursts out laughing.

you groan, grabbing a pillow and shoving it over your face. "i refuse to have this conversation. i refuse."

she just giggles, grabbing the pillow and throwing it across the room. "too bad. answer the question."

you stare at her.

she stares back, all smug and warm and beautiful.

you sigh.

"yes, jimin," you mumble. "if you were a worm, i’d take care of you."

her eyes light up.

"you’d carry me?"

"yes."

"you’d feed me?"

"uh-huh."

"you’d sing to me?"

"why the hell would i sing to a worm."

"FOR COMFORT."

"OH MY GOD."

she giggles, playing with your fingers. "would you, though?"

"yes," you mutter, rolling your eyes. "i’d sing to you."

she beams, completely satisfied.

"see," she hums, pressing a quick kiss to your cheek, "you love me."

you try to glare, but your heart betrays you.

instead, you just pull her closer.

"yeah," you murmur. "i do."

her grin softens.

she tangles your fingers together, tracing little circles on the back of your hand.

and for once, she’s silent.

you close your eyes, letting the warmth consume you—

—until—

"y/n."

"OH MY GOD."

"okay, last one, i promise."

you groan, but you’re already smiling.

"fine," you say. "go."

she shifts, her cheek resting against your chest.

her fingers fidget with yours.

"do you think we’ll still be like this when we’re old?"

your hand pauses in her hair.

her voice is softer this time.

smaller.

you tilt your head slightly, peeking at her face.

her eyes are barely open now, sleep creeping in.

your chest feels warm.

"i hope so," you murmur.

she hums, snuggling in closer.

"i hope so, too."

you smile, pressing a kiss to the top of her head.

"i don’t think you realize how much i love you," you murmur. "like, it’s actually insane. borderline embarrassing."

she giggles sleepily.

"you could be saying the dumbest shit ever and i’d still be here, looking at you like you hung the damn moon."

her grip tightens.

"if loving you was a sport, i’d be undefeated. world champion. hall of fame."

jimin lets out a soft snort.

"i hope you know that i’m keeping you forever," you add. "no take-backs. you’re stuck with me."

she presses her face into your neck. "mhm. forever."

"even if you turned into a gross little creature, i’d still carry you around in my pocket and tell you you’re cute."

she laughs, squeezing your hand.

you press another kiss to her forehead, your voice dropping to a whisper.

"i love you. i love you. i love you. i love you. and i’m gonna keep saying it until it’s the only thing in your head."

karina hums again, voice muffled against your skin.

"good," she mumbles. "i like it."

and then, finally, she falls asleep.

(you stay awake a little longer, just so you can memorize this moment.)

[iveneverbeenhere]

Sexy/Romantic things BTS men do:

Genre: FLUFF‼️‼️‼️These bitches are WHIPPED, GN! Reader for the most part

CW: None really

A/N: I really just be on here huh. I had this idea awhile back , and I’ve finally gotten around to posting it. Hope yall enjoy ✌🏾

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Yoongi & V: Stares at you intently

There lies a man absolutely entranced by you. He stares so hard that it could burn your skin. He’s examined you so closely that he could tell you every detail of yourself. How your brows furrow and your lips pout whenever you can’t find the word for something. Your lips curve into a smirk whenever you say your “s” . Your upper canines peak out mid sentence whenever you rant like a mad dog; meanwhile your hands make grand, sweeping gestures that make everything you say seem like a grand adventure. When you inevitably catch them in their unsubtle act, they continue staring. After all, they would never wanna look at anything else.

Jhope, Jin(?): Buys you things

Mr. Moneybags. He has money just for you to spend. A man who will want for nothing, but will serve the world to you with a gold leaf. Luxury restaurants with names neither of you can pronounce. Shoes painted crimson on the sole with ruby rings to match. Nothing is out of your reach with him.

Namjoon, Tae, Jungkook: holds your hand and rubs his thumb on your knuckles

Comfort exists solely within this man. Soft hands with only slight calluses that hold yours in a featherlight grip. His thumb rubs over your knuckles in small circles and figure eights. He’s hardly aware that he’s doing it. He’s ingrained it within himself to be your haven.

Namjoon, Jimin: Text you things that remind him of you

Frogs. Lilies. Marigolds. Daisies. Bright red mushrooms with dots. Poems addressed to a long-ago lover. TikToks with love confessions playing in the background. Slow ballads soothe you with their lavender voice and adoring lyrics. Events for things you’re interested in. A photo of you asleep on his chest he took of you last night. A stranger’s poodle called Pepper. Knitted cardigans covered with embroidered stars and moons. The moon standing next to the sun during a pink sunset. A small Polaroid of you smiling that he found lying in the back of his studio. These things fill his camera roll until he inevitably sends them to you. He needs you to know that he always thinks of you.

Namjoon, Yoongi: Send you paragraphs and poems

“My mistress’ eyes are nothing like the sun”

“Speak of her over my grave and watch how she brings me back to life”

Sentences strung together by loose words and ends in the late nights when he has you on his mind. A painful yearning that existed before you that you dissipated with your being; though it comes back stronger when you leave. Love poems written by him or long dead writers to help him release his emotions. His devotion towards you needs to be known by you in simple language and consciousness. If not, he’ll ruin himself.

Namjoon, Jungkook, Tae: Always has his body facing you

A physical sign of devotion. “My attention is always on you” Head slightly tilted to better catch a glimpse at you, shoulders and back slightly slouched in a relaxed position, his feet facing towards you; his eyes half lidded as his pupils bounce from your eyes, lips, and nose. He tries his best to keep his hands steady, lest he grabs you. He could be in a room full of people and there would be no mistake as to who he’s looking at.

Yoongi, Namjoon, Tae: Asks if he can kiss you

Consent king.

“Can I kiss you?”

Simple. Straightforward. Nerve wrecking. A small question that holds so much vulnerability and weight. Displaying his need to communicate his scorching love through his flesh, but wishing death on himself before he makes you uncomfortable.

“Only if you want to.”

A sign that he’ll put any desire back if you don’t reciprocate it. You’re the only one controlling his world; he won’t forsake you.

Jin, Yoongi, Jungkook, Tae: Answers your texts right away

He’s never been a bad texter, but there is no wait when it comes to you. The thought of making you wait for anything has never entered his mind. He knows how doubt and anxiety can cripple the mind. He does his best to ensure you don’t have to face that with him. Texts sent a minute ago will get a reply in seconds. He’ll never keep you waiting.

Tae, Jungkook: lays his head on top of yours

His warm embrace. Long arms wrapped around you tightly as if he lets go for a moment you’ll vanish like a sweet dream. Your sweet scent mixed in with his cologne, cigarette smoke, and natural musk. Your face is in the crook of his neck; your nose and long lashes tickle his nape. He feels your hot breath warm his skin, but hates how his face feels detached. His eyes can’t bear to look at the wall ahead of him when he has you. He lays his head down into your hair, smelling the crown of your hair; he closes his eyes and snuggles further into your locs. If he could, he’d crawl into your skin and never leave its warm, suffocating embrace; however, laying his head on yours will do for now.

Yoongi, Namjoon, jhope: gives you stuff

Gift-giving couldn’t be considered his first love language; although, he can’t help but attend to you. Old books covered with dog tags, highlighted passages, and small handwritten notes. A beaded bracelet he made on live. A whale-shaped cutting board that you can’t bring yourself to use out of fear of damaging it. All things he gives to show how much he thinks of you.

[bambisnc]

pairing : yunjin x reader, karina x reader (comparatively less) genre : oooh. yeah. idrk. crack ish but also angst? cw/tw : classmate!rina and transfer student!yunjin karina doesnt really treat reader well + yunjin is manipulative + food mention + swearing + karina calls yunjin a rather unflattering word + suggestive -> kissing occurs + uneditted its 2.17 am n my eyes hurt.. :( wc : 1.5k this was supposed to be a fluffy rina 200 ish word hc wtfwtf notes : wtf have i written fr / wrote this while listening to farewell, neverland and stupid in love alternately

classmate!karina who you've known ever since you gained enough coherent knowledge to retain information because, hey, it's a small town and she's a girl who everyone knows will achieve big things

classmate!karina who can literally do it all. she's the human incarnate of the song little miss perfect : straight hair, straight a's, straight forward,.. teachers more often than not swoon in her presence, she's voted class president on the first day and underclassmen and seniors are equally in awe of the enigma that she is; elusive but alluring.

it's only natural that you would fall for her; how could you not? with the way she slips her arm into yours everywhere you go and how she always makes it a point to greet you by being physically affectionate : hugs from the back, forehead kisses, head pats, nose boops and whatnot,. there's also those kisses which she places right at the corner of your mouth; her own so close to yours that if you were to move even the slightest you'd end up brushing against hers,,

but whenever you try to ask her about your relation, your sad little question of "what are we rina.." goes completely unheard.. :(

but then !!! comes along transfer student!yunjin :) this'll be fun :)

when the teacher approaches karina with the matter of showing the new girl around, helping her catch up to the syllabus, etc; you were with her and quite clearly able to feel the hesitation radiating off of her figure. so you, being the kind-hearted soul you are volunteer your own help !! the teacher doesn't really gaf,, as long as she knows you won't shower the new girl with worms or something she's chill w that :p

however, karina is still apprehensive because she's apparently heard rumours that yunjin was,.. notoriously known as somewhat of a delinquent. she doesn't really want someone so cute, so trusting like you around her..

but when the vivacious redhead greets you with a charming grin, your defenses immediately lower.. yunjin was so sweet! how could someone like her ever even be assosciated with those rumours?

you soon find yourself spending a lot of time with her,, karina always seems so busy nowadays.. you know how tough class president duties can be plus she's always working on a million other things as well, and you get it, of course. you support her fully!! it's just,.. sometimes you can't help but feel sad... it feels like she's avoiding you on purpose :(

like when you were having lunch with yunjin one day and karina walked into the cafeteria. you waved her over but her nose wrinkled as if she'd smelt something sour and with a brief smile (which was SO obviously fake) she left..

..??????? you need to put in all your strength to not breakdown in tears right there. but yunjin is there to comfort you~ she always is <3 she wraps an arm around your waist, pulling you closer to offer comfort. her hoodie that you'd been wearing (it was coldd and you being in a hurry that day had worn only a t-shirt - she couldn't bear to watch her new friend freezing now could she :( so she ever so chivalrously gave it to youu <3) along with her warm embrace made you feel very comforted~

but your feelings for karina still reign strong. so you decide if she won't tell you what you did to upset her, you'll confront her yourself

except.. yunjin ends up talking to you out of it... her argument makes complete sense : karina probably just wanted some space from you. if you approached her right now, she'd only retreat farther away, and you did not want that

so whenever you're feeling particularly vulnerable, in a 'fuck it we ball' kinda mood she's always there to prevent you from making a mistake!! she's so thoughtful <3 she's over at your place pretty often + sleepovers have become a new norm for you two because hey who knows when you'll need a comforting hug from your friend right? :)

but then, against your better judgement - yunjin would be so sad for you if she found out.. :(( - you finally give in to your urges. you decide to properly confess your feeling to karina on the 14th of feb. you really miss what you had with her, you miss being her friend.. and even if she hates you now you'd rather at least get closure than be ghosted irl 😔

so you go all out! go big or go home by enhypen plays in the bg you make her favorite chocolates, write a letter explaining how you feel, decorating a cute red heart shaped box and wrapping it all up w a cute ribbon <3

there is now the dilemma of how to give it to her.. hmm you do know she has patrols in and around the sports ground after lunch every alternate day.. and by your luck 14th is one of those days!

you ditch yunjin with a couple of fake excuses, desperately dodging her offers to come with you when finally, looking extremely dejected she leaves

sighing with relief you make your way to the first floor into a classroom from where you can easily see the entire grounds. and oh! you see those familiar long locks of black!! rather ungracefully, you decide to just throw your box out hoping she'll see that your name is written on it and not immediately throw it away

as soon as you're ready to chuck it down : you hear a familiar voice, "yn? what are you doing here??" it's karina?! how is she here?? but in your shock you accidentally let go of the box; only managing to keep holding on to the letter

shock and dread fills you at the thought of someone else taking the box and thinking you were confessing to them you dont even bother to look at karina even though it's been ages she's initiated a conversation with you.. as you leave, in your frustration you ball up the letter and throw it in the trash, completely forgetting that the person it was for was right there??

you race downstairs but end up bumping into a whirlwind of red. it's yunjin. the sheer happiness on her face somehow settles into you and you can't help but ask her whatever happened to make her look so delighted

she immediately pulls you into a tight embrace, "oh yn i like you too!! i thought you were still hung up over karina and i was so worried that she'd steal you away from me but if you have feelings for me that totally changes things!! i was ready to completely isolate you so you would only have me to depend on but fuck- you're so cute confessing outright out of nowhere!! even kazuha said she could've never seen it coming - you always seemed so heart-struck around her after all"

this shouldve been a red flag but the dazed state you'd been thrust into made all her words pass right over your head. you can only reply with a weak "kazuha..?who- what do you mean.."

"oh are u jealous?? that's so cutee ynniee and i mean exactly what i said pretty!! shit does this mean we're dating now? i've been waiting since forever to be able to call you mine.. oh my god i could kiss you right now.." yunjin's overenthusiasm leaves you very flustered and honestly? a little weak in the knees?

"so can i then??" yunjin's still talking "can you-?" "can i kiss you yn please we're dating now right?" "we are..? of course then.." and she wastes absolutely zero time in immediately diving towards you, tilting your neck to devour your lips with her own, her other hand sneaking its way to your waist, pulling you closer, closer.. yes you're still in the middle of the hallway but yunjin would be damned if she gave a single fuck, not when she has you like this and you.. you're still lost in some kind of a daze that only becomes heavier as your gf's (?) lips work against yours, till her hands holding you are the only reason you're still able to stand

you gain some sort of consciousness, when you're completely out of breath (ironically-) and push yourself away from her gently

yunjin immediately moves as if to chase after your lips but then seems to notice something behind you which makes her smirk.. huh.. she's really pretty; are you just noticing this now?

she pulls you into her chest then, like she's down millions of time and you carefully place your arms around her shoulders as she pats your head, whispering something soft in your ears - which you sadly can't hear due to the slight sound of blood pounding in your ears.. but in the comfort of her arms you really can't seem to bring yourself to care, simply enjoying the comfort she provides you with.

unbeknownst to you, as you and yunjin were in the middle of that passionate exchange, karina had managed to track you down and witnessed in horror the painful sight of you with her. god she'd ruined everything, that fucking bitch. how dare she even touch you with such bad intentions? granted karina's thoughts about you weren't 100% platonic either but you were hers. and she intended to do whatever she could to make that happen..

[woncon]

☼ wake up !

or four ficlets about waking up beside your boyfriends

☼various poly bts pairs x gn!reader

☼estabilished poly relationships, one swear word (damn), nicknames, kissing

☼special thanks to @honeytwo for helping me translate this into english, correcting my grammar and other mistakes. thank you for everything! °♡̷•.

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☼ jin ┊ namjoon ☼

a rattling wakes you from your sweet sleep. something heavy has fallen to the floor. tired, you whimper and dive deeper into the blanket to protect yourself from the outside world: the sound, the sunlight coming through the window and the cold.

"damn," you hear the swearing as someone crawls back on the bed, wrapping their arms around your waist. you realise that the chill you felt was due to the fact that he wasn't lying behind you.

"did you fall, joonie?" you look out from under the duvet with half-closed eyes. the answer is an annoyed hum. "are you okay?" he buries his face in your neck and nods.

"go back to sleep. jin's alarm will go off soon, but you can rest until then."

you sigh and pull him closer to your back.

"you too." you roll over him, squeezing him a little, eliciting a surprised groan from him, and bury your head in his chest, pushing him further into the mattress. "i won't let you fall down again." namjoon smiles at how sweet you are half asleep, before sleeping again.

☼ hoseok ┊ yoongi ☼

you wake up to a gentle caress. the skin of your face, neck and shoulders tingle gratefully with the touch.

"what time is it? what day is it? what year is it? where am i? who am i?" you mutter a barrage of questions as you find yourself confronted with hoseok's smile and loving gaze. you usually wake up to this beautiful sight, and each time pushes you into oblivion: only he exists.

"haha, i ask the same question every time i see you two," hoseok giggles, then starts stroking and arranging your hair like you used to do with his.

"shut up!", yoongi groans tiredly, and then, hugging the other boy tighter, he presses a kiss on his shoulder, burying his head in the smaller boy's neck.

"grumpy sleepyhead," you laugh, and crawl closer to them, pushing the blanket a little lower over your body so you can hug more effectively.

yoongi sighs a couple of times and settles in again before kissing you to let you know that he is fine, that everything was fine with the nap, but that he would like to rest.

"another half an hour?" hoseok offers to the man lying behind him.

"one."

"fine, but you'll do the breakfast then" you agree, and greet hobie with a morning kiss.

"hmn." the eldest reaches out his arm to gently caress your waist until your wakefulness wears off.

☼ taehyung ┊ jungkook ☼

in the morning your only wish is to wake up in the arms of your boyfriends. although this is achieved, waking up now is unpleasant because of the noise it causes.

"it can't be true," jungkook mutters angrily, unbelievingly, against the thin skin of your neck, hugging you tighter. he wants to hide behind you, but when the horrible concert refuses to end, he groans crankily.

he sighs contently as he presses the pillow over his head, revealing more of his upper-body artistry: the sharp lines of his shoulders, his biceps and triceps, his abdominal wall thanks to the sliding blanket.

you're not happy about his estrangement, but you accept and understand it, hoping both of you get back to your dreams.

you imagine his chubby cheeks, parted locks and half-open eyes, so that you can go back to sleep, but the activity is precluded by the noise from outside.

"who's the idiot who mows the lawn at 4.30 a.m. on a sunday?" taehyung grumbles to his partners, or rather to you, that he is now half awake, but not in the mood.

"our neighbor, auntie kwon's daughter, who's been grumpy from the first moment she saw us."

"what can i say, she's off to a good start on her first day at her mother's." the eldest clings to you, pulls his body up on the bed and buries his head in the pillow. "i don't think i'll sleep until tonight." he declares that he's given up trying, unlike jungkook, who shows no signs of life except for breathing, so you conclude that his plan worked and he's taking a nap successfully.

"i'll join you," you announce, and kiss him. you're lucky to open your eyes, because it means you get to share in the sight of taehyung's first smile of the day. your heart melts, and only continues to flow as the other pulls the blanket over you to give you a more private kiss.

getting lost in the sound of your kissing and your occasional bursts of laughter, it feels like the lawn mower has been turned down. only you and taehyung exist, this is your own realm under the covers.

but the world will only be complete when jungkook resigns himself to the fact that he can no longer nap and climbs under the blanket, hoping to get some of the innocent love you are showering on each other.

his dreams come true, as taehyung leans over you and greets him with his lips, and you do the same after turning to him. meanwhile, taehyung is kissing your neck with sloppy kisses, and every area he can reach from the top of your pyjamas.

you'll sink into the tender caress: in this loving, sensual atmosphere, there's no room for anything heavy or distracting, neither of your minds focused on the song of the fierce shearing tool, but on each other, on the more precious, priceless spiritual factors.

☼ jimin ┊ yoongi ☼

you prefer to be woken by jimin, because you don't like ringtones, and he wakes the earliest of the three of you, snuggled up to your neck.

"pretty" this is how he starts the process, with little caresses and pecks. he continues to call and caress you until you wake up, embracing him, expressing that you are awake.

"good morning!" you return his many pecks with a kiss, then turn to your other side. if yoongi is not hanging around your waist then usually by morning he is facing the wall.

now it's your turn to wake up. you cover the free skin with your lips, and you're satisfied when the boy whimpers, it's a state of half-sleep.

"love!" you nuzzle against his body, whispering sweetly. you're getting a little chilly, you've pulled the covers off during the night. "chim and i want to cuddle you before breakfast." the boy, as if yoongi sees something of him, nods vigorously.

"hug each other," he murmurs, uninterested in the subject.

"are you trading us for sleep? is that what this is about?" you gasp in indignation, disappointment at his reaction. before you can really believe he's that mean, he flashes a yoongi grin and pulls you into his embrace. a surprised chuckle breaks out from you, and as jimin joins in, the three of you laugh at nothing, at sweet nothingness.

[jettithink]

yjm - pink hour

"so that no monster can chase us anymore" + karina x gn!reader + cw: none. all fluff. + word count: 577 + inspired by way home by txt + i will be making a tag list for my fics, reply or send an ask if you want to be included! + idk how to make friends on here but pls lets be moots

"Suddenly a cool wind blows I hear our song in my ears I pedal again to the end of the hill Run and run until the sunset"

The chill that blew through the balcony carried the subtle scent of the lavender bushes growing underneath you. Your eyes close and your lungs fill as you inhale, letting your head tilt back to catch the early afternoon sun on your face. Such a small intimate moment with yourself reminds you of your humanity, and a little smile appears at the thought.

The only interruption you allow without complaint is the sight of a beautiful girl approaching you. She has her hands tucked behind her back and a sheepish giggle dying to escape her lips. Jimin stops just a few feet from you, waiting to say anything until you finish removing your headphones.

"I got you a surprise while I was out," she states, a fact made evident by her arms still hidden behind her. "Is that so?" you question with a laugh. You could not help but be tickled at her excitement. It was always the silly little things that made her the happiest, made her laugh the loudest, made her blush the hardest. Her appreciation for the small things in life was one of her best features, aside from that infectious smile she was displaying in front of you now. "Do I get to see what it is?" "You have to pick, right hand or left hand?" You lean forward, deep in thought over such a tough decision. "Left."

A yellow flower pops out from behind her body. She places it gently on your head, eyes focused and hand steady to ensure it does not fall. It falls anyways, but you catch it in the nook of your arm. Carefully lifting it up to admire the bright sunny color, you see another flower appear just beyond your focus - a rich pink tulip in Jimin's grasp, making its way up to the notch behind her ear.

"Where did you find these? I thought you were just going to run some errands," you ask, still in awe of the simple act of kindness. You patted the space next to you and took her free hand in yours, guiding her to the seat as she still toyed with her flower. "I did. I was driving back here and I saw a little patch of them. I just felt like picking some..." she trailed off, too shy to tell you that the flowers reminded her of you, or that she wanted to give you a gift just to see you smile.

You let out a hum of amused acknowledgement. "They're so pretty. Thank you for thinking of me."

Jimin adjusts her posture to lean into your side, absorbing the warmth from your body. A faint song can be heard from your headphones at your side, which piques her attention. "What were you listening to?"

After finally getting your tulip to stay put in your hair, you wordlessly grab your earbuds and hand one to her. You reverse back to the beginning and hit play, and slip back into your quaint moment of humanity. Your girlfriend next to you closes her eyes and lets the music envelop her too, the song embracing you both in a contented sigh of peace.

"Make a wish up to the sky May we remember each other forever When we call each other's names We run together forever"

[btschooseafic]

BTS Comforting You

For anyone who’s had a bad day recently.

~~~

Seokjin

“Jin?” You called out as you stepped through the door. You slipped off your shoes.

“I’m in here!” Jin called back. You padded into the kitchen in your socks.

“Sorry, I’m late...” You froze, staring at the takeout containers on the table. “What’d you get?” You peeled back the lid to one. “Jin,” you choked out, starting to tear up. It was soup from your favorite restaurant.

“I know.” He pressed a kiss to the side of your head. “Why don’t you take a shower and change and I’ll heat this up.”

You cried in the shower, letting the water wash away all of the evidence. When you stepped into your room, you saw your comfiest, most worn out pair of pajamas laid out on the bed.

Jin had set the food up in the living room on the coffee table. He ushered you over to the couch, laying a blanket over your shoulders and placing his favorite plushie on your lap.

Then he sat down beside you, queuing up your favorite TV show, even though he’d complained just yesterday that you’d watched it too many times.

“I never said such a thing!” He denied, when you pointed it out.

You just laughed, feeling the stress of the day melt away as he wrapped his arm around your shoulders.

~~~

Yoongi

Yoongi rushed into the kitchen when he smelled smoke.

“Is everything okay?”

“No,” you said tearfully, explaining how you’d burnt the cookies you had been trying to make for your cousin’s birthday.

He looked at the smoking black lumps on the tray.

"...These were supposed to be cookies? Are they charcoal cookies?”

“Yoongi!”

He held his hands up in surrender.

“Let’s go over the recipe together, figure out what went wrong,” he suggested. You frowned.

“But didn’t you have plans today?”

He shrugged. “Plans change. Where’s that recipe?”

“...If you’re sure.” You pulled it up on your phone.

…

“Well...” You poked at one of the cookies. “They look okay. But do they taste good?”

“Only one way to find out.” Yoongi snatched one out of the tray and plopped it into his mouth.

“Ah, wait!”

“Hot! Hot!” He fanned his face. You rolled your eyes, smiling a little fondly. He chewed. “It’s not bad, though.”

You perked up. “...Yeah?”

"I promise I’d tell you if they weren’t.”

“Really?”

“Really.” He took your hand in his, pressing a little kiss to your knuckles. “I’m proud of you.”

Your face heated up. “You helped.”

“But you did most of it.”

“But you helped!”

“...Fine. Then we both did a great job.”

You laughed. “Fine.”

He wasn’t able to come to your cousin’s birthday party with you, but you got a text from him while you were there, telling you the cookies really did turn out great, and if your cousin doesn’t like them she’s stupid and he’ll eat them all.

~~~

Hoseok

“Hey, babe, have you seen the--” He cut off as he stepped into the room. You were standing in just your underwear, glaring at the bed, which was covered in what looked like your entire wardrobe. “...Not that I mind the view, but what’s going on in here?”

Your brow furrowed as you turned to him. “You’re joking. I look awful.”

“What?” He frowned. “No.”

“I do.” You shook your head. “Nothing looks good tonight.” You gestured at the bed. “So the problem’s gotta be me. I just shouldn’t go.”

“Well, you don’t have to go, if you don’t want to, but you have been looking forward to it for a while,” he reminded you. You sighed. That was true. It was hard to get all of your friends together for a night out. “Why don’t I help out?”

He helped you look through your clothes, putting together something that he insisted accentuated your best features, and, truthfully, you felt pretty confident in it.

By the time you left the house, he was covering you in kisses, saying he changed his mind, you should stay home with him instead.

You just giggled and waved as you stepped out the door.

Later, you wished you had stayed.

“Wow. You really left the house looking like that?”

It was a friend of a friend looking down their nose at you, someone you had never met before, so their opinion shouldn’t matter, but...

You stormed into the apartment, tears of frustration welling up in your eyes. Hoseok was sitting on the couch, clearly nodding off in front of the TV, but he jerked up, fully awake when he saw your face.

“What happened?” He asked. You told him. His brow furrowed. “That fucker.” You snorted. “No, seriously, who says something like that to someone they’ve just met?” You shrugged. “Look...” He pulled you into his lap. “I know you a lot better than that person, right?” You nodded. “And I happen to know you’re gorgeous.” Your face scrunched up. He kissed the wrinkle on your nose. “You’d be gorgeous in almost anything, but that outfit accentuated your features nicely, and most importantly, you liked the way you looked in it. If you liked it, no one else’s opinion should matter.”

“No one?” You wondered. “What about you?” He shrugged.

“You can dress up for me if you like, I’d like that, but your opinion should still be the most important one,” he said. You frowned. He rested his hands on your waist. “Sometimes I wear clothes you don’t like.” You smiled sheepishly. “I know that.” He snuck his fingers under your clothes and tickled your sides. You laughed and swatted at him. “But I still like the way I look, so I’m still gonna wear them.”

“For the record,” you said. “Even if I don’t like some of your clothes, you still look good in them. It’s almost annoying how good you look.”

He flushed. “Right back at you.”

~~~

Namjoon

You knew as soon as you woke up. You glanced at your phone. Your alarm was set to go off in an hour.

“Joon?” You shook his shoulder.

“Hmm?”

“I don’t think I can go today. I’m so sorry.”

He turned to you, brow furrowed, eyes still heavy with sleep.

“What’s wrong?”

“It’s...” You bit your lip and gestured at your head. “One of those days.”

“Oh baby.” He pulled you closer, pressing a long kiss to the top of your head. “So sorry.” You made a noncommittal noise against his chest. “Do you want me to push? I could make some coffee, we could try that meditation routine?”

“I know I should, but I really can’t today,” you said. “I’m just going to sleep.”

“...Okay.” He ran his hand over your back. “I’m here, if you need anything.”

“...Thanks,” you said, your voice small. “But, you could go by yourself, or with your friends, if you want.” You knew he had really been looking forward to that hike.

“I could,” he acknowledged. “But today I’d rather stay with you.”

You were in and out of sleep for several hours. Every time you woke up, he was by your side, reading. Finally, the pressure in your bladder got you out of bed.

Now you were fully awake.

“Still up for that coffee?” You asked hesitantly.  “It’s too late to get to the mountain, but... if you want to go for a little walk... I’d like to try.”

“Coffee!” He agreed. He glanced at the clock. “Maybe decaff...”

You walked hand in hand, half-listening to him tell you about the book he read today, half-focused on the cool breeze on your face. It felt nice, even with the little rain cloud of feelings in your chest. Maybe that cloud would burst, but at least you wouldn’t be alone in the storm. You squeezed Namjoon’s hand.

He looked at you and smiled.

~~~

Jimin

You were lying with your head on his chest, legs tangled up together.

“Do you want to talk about it?” Jimin asked softly, as he rubbed your back.

“Everything’s just been too much lately. I’m so tired, all the time. My body feels heavy.”

Jimin nodded slowly. “Should I run a bath for you?” He offered. “And I can give you a massage?” He wiggled his fingers. “Magic hands.” You laughed a little.

“Alright. Thanks, Jiminie.”

“Hmm.” He gave you a kiss and then tumbled out of bed. “I’ll be right back.”

You asked him to take a bath with you. It was a large tub, but you sat close, tucked together so you could feel each other’s warmth.

After the bath, he gave you a massage.

Your body ached less. You felt a little lighter, even though your problems were still there, and there wasn’t much you could do about it.

The next day, you were staring blankly at your work computer when you heard a familiar voice say, “Guess what I have?”

Your eyes widened. “Jimin?”

He grinned, casually leaning against your desk as if he belonged there.

“Guess,” he repeated, swinging a plastic bag from his hand. You sniffed.

“Is that...?” It was food from your favorite takeout place.

He laughed. “No way, your nose is way too good!” He tapped it. “Are you a puppy?”

“You’re the puppy,” you grumbled, pinching his cheek. “Fetching me food.”

He rolled his eyes. “Bad puns won’t scare me away. I’m determined to eat lunch with you... isn’t it about time for your break?”

You glanced at the time on your computer screen. “Oh, huh, you’re right.”

He shook his head. “You need to stop getting caught up in work and forgetting to eat. Let’s eat together.” He pouted at you. “Please?”

You sighed. “Such a hardship to eat my favorite food with someone I love and adore.”

He giggled and hit your shoulder lightly.

~~~

Taehyung

“Put this on.”

“Huh?” You stared at the old t-shirt he was holding out to you. He gestured impatiently with the shirt.

“Come on.”

You squinted at him, considering. He pouted. Fondness cut through the turmoil in your mind. You sighed.

“Fine.”

He grinned. You pulled off your shirt. He hummed, looking you over appreciatively, poking at your sides. You whacked his hand away, pulling on the shirt he gave you. He looked you over again. “Do you care about those pants?”

“Not particularly...”

“Great!” He grabbed your hand and pulled you into the other room.

“Why?”

“You’ll see.”

There were canvasses and paint set up in the living room, the carpet rolled up and pushed over to the side. “Ah. Oh...”

“You don’t like it?”

“I just... I don’t know if I have any ideas about what to paint right now.”

“Just go with the flow,” he said. “Paint what you’re feeling.”

You frowned at the blank canvass. “That would be an ugly painting.”

He shrugged. “Who says art has to be pretty all the time? Anyway, maybe it’ll help you feel better, at least a little, to get it out.”

You took a deep breath. “Alright. Let’s give it a try.”

He turned up the music loud, swaying and wiggling whenever a favorite song came up. As he wiggled, he accidentally flicked paint on you.

His eyes widened. “Sorry!”

You considered him for a moment. You splashed back. You both gasped for air, laughing so hard as you flicked and smeared paint over each other’s skin. Suddenly you were more covered in paint than the canvasses.

“I love it,” he said, hugging you from behind, rocking you slowly as he stared at your painting. “Are you finished with it?”

“For now,” you decided, reaching for his hand to intertwine your fingers with his. “Now let’s go take a shower.” He kissed your shoulder, spluttering when he got paint in his mouth. You laughed.

~~~

Jungkook

Jungkook quietly toed out of his shoes, ready to sneak down the hall so he didn’t wake you. Then he saw you curled up on the couch. You turned to him, your eyes red-rimmed and puffy. He let out a startled noise, the pleasant buzz from a night out drinking with his friends fading almost immediately.

"What’s wrong?” He asked, crouching down in front of the couch, trying to get a better view of your face. You shrugged.

“It’s just... I’m just... you know.”

“...One sec.”

You watched him speed in and out of the kitchen, then in and out of the bathroom. He got a cool washcloth and gently cleaned your face. Then he disappeared back into the kitchen and came out again with a mug of your favorite tea.

“Thanks.” You held it in your hands, letting the warmth soak into you.

“Anything else I can do for you?” His voice was so earnest. You had no doubt he’d find a way to bring you the stars if you asked for them, but all you wanted right now was his company.

“Tell me about your night?”

He blinked. “Okay.” He sat down, wrapping his arm around your shoulders, tucking his knees up against your legs. He spoke quietly in your ear, absentmindedly playing with your fingers while he told you about what he and his friends had gotten up to.

Then he spotted a small smile on your face. He grinned too and kissed it.

[bluunxtes]

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hi high asldkjfasld sorry.

haven't forgotten about posting, i've just been busy doing final projects. T^T i spent like 12 hours at school animating a ducking door and i haven't even gotten to the main part yet. im doomed yall.

anyways here's a sneak peak ig? (intentional lowercase btw)

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the sound of jingling keys echoed through the hallway of the apartment building. the dark-haired woman slowly unlocked the door to her shared apartment. she was careful not to make a sound since it was so late in the night or technically ‘early’ in the morning.

a small sigh escapes her mouth when she slips off the first pair of uncomfortable but gorgeous heels. it was a small price to pay for looking good, although she often did regret wearing them afterwards. with the way she was 'standing', she was practically laying on the wall from exhaustion.

no longer in the uncomfortable hot and sweaty club, her body started relaxing when it realized it was in the comfort and safety of her own phone. jimin stumbled over to the bench with one heel on, too tired to stand and take off the death trap on her foot.

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thanks for reading! i really wanna improve on my writing so any feedback is welcome! /ᐠ˵- ᴗ -˵マ ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁

hope yall have a great day/night! ⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊

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[bytemee]

crying on stream (not clickbait) — yu jimin.

synopsis. you really need to stop playing random horrors at 2 am.

pairing. karina x gn!streamer!reader

warning(s). reader cries at a horror game, emotional support gf karina, this is so silly and sweet, let me know if there's more

words. 639

authors note. 1/2 drafts im posting tn before all the freaky stuff and angst floods my page. this is also based off this tiktok i saw

masterlist. navigation.

you had no idea why you thought playing a horror game at 2 a.m. was a good idea—especially with karina asleep in the next room. but here you were, curled up in your chair, gripping your keyboard like your life depended on it. your chat was loving every second, spamming laughing emojis and "you're so cooked" messages.

then, it happened.

the door behind your character slammed shut. the screen flickered. a deep, guttural noise rumbled through your headphones.

you froze. your breath caught in your throat, hands hovering over the controls, but you could not bring yourself to move.

"no, no, no, no, no..." you whispered, barely making a sound.

username LMAOOO YOU'RE SO DONE username WHY AREN'T YOU MOVING HELLO?? username NAH THIS IS BAD 😂

your fingers twitched over the keys, but before you could even think about getting out—

the screen went completely black.

your headphones crackled. a distorted whisper slithered through the speakers, low and scratchy, like something breathing right into your ear. then, for half a second, the lights in the game flickered back on—

the killer was right behind you.

you slammed the pause button.

your whole body locked up, muscles so tight it felt like you might pass out. chat was going insane, but their messages barely registered.

you couldn't scream. not with karina asleep. you couldn't even let out a proper gasp.

instead, a quiet sob slipped out before you could stop it.

you pressed a hand over your mouth, shoulders shaking as you tried to breathe. tears welled up, but you blinked fast, trying to keep yourself together.

username ARE YOU CRYING BRO?? username NAH THIS GAME REALLY BROKE THEM username this is so sad but funny at the same time 😭😭😭

after a few deep breaths, you forced yourself to unpause.

you needed to get out.

with shaky hands, you turned the lights back on, unlocked the door, and ran. the second you stepped out of that room, you ripped your hands off the keyboard, dropping them into your lap as a deep exhale left you. a few stray tears slipped down your face, and you wiped them away, sniffling.

"oh my god," you muttered, still feeling the adrenaline in your veins.

then—

a tap on your shoulder.

you screamed.

the fear you'd been barely holding in came crashing down all at once. you flinched so hard your chair almost tipped over, another choked sob slipping out as you panicked.

your chat lost their minds.

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then came the worst part—a soft, familiar laugh.

your head snapped to the side, eyes wide as you saw karina standing there, looking impossibly amused despite being fresh out of sleep. dress in your an oversized hoodie, her hair a little messy, she smiled at you before shaking her head.

"you're so dramatic," she whispered, barely containing her giggles.

you didn't even have the energy to argue. Without thinking, you reached for her, pulling her into a hug off-camera. she easily melted into you, wrapping her arms around your shoulders and resting her chin on your head.

username WHO IS THAT???? 😳

username WE CAN SEE THE SHADOW WTF username THE WAY THEY JUST WENT SILENT TO HUG THE AIR LIKE BFFR

karina ran her hand up and down your back, pressing a soft kiss to your temple before whispering, "you okay?"

you nodded against her shoulder. "i hate this game."

she snorted. "then stop playing horror games at night, hm?"

you sniffled. "never."

she sighed, but she didn't let go. for a while, you just stayed there—holding onto her, ignoring chat's growing curiosity, letting your heartbeat finally slow down. eventually, she whispered, "wanna sleep now?"

you exhaled. "yeah."

with a final squeeze, she pulled back and grabbed your hand, and you turned back to your stream, rubbing your eyes before clearing your throat.

"alright, chat," you muttered, voice still wobbly. "i'm ending stream. i need therapy."

the last thing chat saw before you disconnected was your teary eyes, ruffled hair, and hand out of frame, fingers curled like you were holding onto something—someone.

then, you were gone.

[yoonmoonn]

winter days together┃pjm

winter days together ┃taglist

note: this is actually very much inspired by a dream I had a few years back and I actually wrote this back then and just rewrote it now

The cold seeped into your bones the second you stepped into your apartment, the weight of the day pressing against your shoulders. Winter has always been your least favourite season—the biting air, the slush ruining your favourite shoes, the way the cold never really leaves your skin no matter how many layers you wear. But there’s one thing that makes it bearable.

Jimin.

You let out a sigh as you sink under the thick comforter that’s practically become a second home on your bed. Sleep is the only thing you crave after a long, exhausting day of college and an even longer, colder walk home. The bedroom door clicks softly behind you, the sound almost drowned out by the wind howling against the windows.

Jimin rounds the bed, his attention locked onto the video playing on his phone. He doesn’t even look up as he slides under the comforter beside you, effortlessly making himself comfortable. His phone rests against the fold of the duvet between you both, a makeshift stand so he doesn’t have to hold it anymore.

Without a word, his hand finds yours, fingers wrapping around your wrist before pulling it close to his mouth. He presses a soft, absentminded kiss against the back of your hand, warm breath fanning over your skin.

You smile at the small affection, watching as his lashes flutter against his cheeks, the exhaustion evident on his face. Reaching out, you boop his nose with your thumb.

“You’re so cute when you’re sleepy,” you murmur, voice dipping into something softer.

He makes a small sound of protest but nuzzles his face into your hand anyway. His warmth spreads through you, like the first sip of hot tea on a freezing day.

You tug your hand away just long enough to grab his phone and place it behind you on the bed. He lets out a small huff but doesn’t argue when you shift closer, pressing yourself against his chest. Without hesitation, his arm wraps around your waist, fingers slipping beneath your shirt.

The moment his skin meets yours, he flinches. “Why are you so cold?” he mumbles, concern threading through his voice. He tugs the blanket higher, tucking it around your shoulders, his hold tightening around you.

You shrug, burrowing deeper into his embrace. “I don’t know.”

His fingers return to your waist, tracing slow, lazy patterns against your skin. You let your head rest against his chest, his steady heartbeat beneath your ear. He chuckles, dipping his head to press a kiss against your hair. “Go to sleep if you’re tired.”

You shake your head, not looking up at him. “It’s too early. If I sleep now, I’ll wake up in the middle of the night and won’t be able to fall back asleep.”

Jimin hums, lips curling against your temple. “But wouldn’t you be tired from running around in my dreams all night?”

You scoff, smacking his chest lightly. “I swear I can hear your cheeky grin.”

He laughs, the sound vibrating against your cheek. “Let’s watch something, then.”

You tilt your head slightly, catching the dim glow of his phone screen from where it sits behind you. “What were you even watching earlier?”

Jimin shrugs, stretching his arms above his head before settling back down beside you. “Nothing interesting. Just something random.”

You narrow your eyes, unimpressed. “That tells me absolutely nothing.”

He smirks. “Exactly.”

You roll your eyes but can’t help the amused smile that tugs at your lips. “So, you were watching something embarrassing, weren’t you?”

Jimin lets out a breathy laugh. “I literally just said it was nothing interesting.”

“Then why won’t you tell me?” you press, shifting to prop yourself up on one elbow.

His smirk widens, and in one swift movement, he rolls on top of you, his weight pinning you to the mattress. You barely get the chance to react before his fingers are at your sides, tickling mercilessly.

“You little menace,” you gasp between laughter, struggling under him. “I just asked a question!”

Jimin grins down at you, eyes glinting with mischief. “And I answered it!”

You’re laughing too hard to fight him off, breathless as you squirm beneath him. Finally, he relents, shifting so that most of his weight is off you, but his body still presses comfortably against yours. His nose brushes against yours, his warmth a stark contrast to the cold still clinging to your skin.

His expression softens as he studies you, thumb tracing idle patterns against your waist. “You’re still freezing,” he murmurs.

You sigh, your earlier amusement melting into something more tired. “To be honest, I think I’m getting sick.”

Jimin immediately sits up, concern flickering across his face. He presses a soft kiss to your forehead. “Pick something to watch. I’ll be right back.”

You don’t argue, watching as he disappears out of the room, the door clicking shut behind him. Sighing, you grab the remote and begin scrolling through movies. A few minutes later, the door opens again, and Jimin steps back in, a hoodie draped over his shoulder and two mugs in his hands.

“I made hot chocolate,” he announces, setting the mugs on his nightstand before handing you the hoodie. “And I got you this—fresh from the dryer.”

Your eyes light up as you pull the hoodie over your head, the lingering warmth wrapping around you like a hug. “I’m pretty sure you just made me fall in love with you again.”

Jimin grins, settling beside you with his own mug. He takes a sip, then hands yours over, making sure it’s not too hot before letting you take it. You lean back against the headboard, his hand naturally finding its way under your hoodie to rest against your hip.

“You’re already getting warmer,” he murmurs, fingers smoothing over your skin.

You take a sip of hot chocolate, the sweetness melting against your tongue, and place the mug back down before patting the space beside you. Jimin doesn’t hesitate to slide closer, pulling you against him as he plays the movie you picked.

Time blurs together in the warmth of his presence. The movie fades into background noise, your attention slipping with each slow caress of Jimin’s hand against your back. Your eyelids grow heavier, your body sinking further into his.

“Sleepy?” he murmurs, taking note of your slowed breathing.

You nod, humming softly in response.

Jimin kisses the top of your head. “Let’s sleep, then. It’s getting late.”

The TV volume lowers as he carefully moves, but the loss of his warmth has you groaning in protest. “Where are you going?”

Jimin chuckles. “Your hair always gets in my face at night.” He grabs a hair tie from the desk and tosses it to you.

You giggle, quickly tying your hair up before laying back down. Jimin follows suit, curling into you, his arm slipping around your waist once more. You settle against his chest, listening to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat, feeling his fingers ghost soft, lazy patterns along your skin.

“I could never dream of anything better than this,” he murmurs, voice filled with quiet sincerity.

You smile, pressing a slow, lingering kiss against his neck. “Me neither, baby. I love you.”

Jimin’s lips brush against your forehead, his voice the last thing you hear before sleep takes you under.

“I love you too, pretty.”

The morning seeps in slowly, filtering through the curtains in soft streaks of pale winter light. The air in the room is crisp, the kind that bites at your exposed skin and makes you want to sink further into the warmth of the bed. But under the heavy comforter, tucked securely against Jimin’s body, there’s nothing but heat—comforting and all-consuming.

You can feel him before you even open your eyes. The slow, steady rise and fall of his chest against your back, the solid weight of his arm draped over your waist, fingers lightly curled into the fabric of his hoodie that you wore to bed. Even in sleep, he’s holding onto you, his body curved around yours in a way that makes it impossible to tell where you end and he begins.

There’s no rush to wake up, no alarms blaring, no obligations waiting to pull you away from this moment. Just the occasional creak of the radiator, the muted sound of wind rattling against the window, and the quiet hum of Jimin’s breath against your skin.

You sigh softly, shifting just enough to press yourself closer into the warmth of him. The movement stirs him.

A low hum rumbles against your back as he tightens his hold on you, his nose nuzzling into the crook of your neck. His breath is warm, fanning across your skin, and when he exhales again, it’s slow, content, almost like he’s trying to lull himself back to sleep.

Then, a lazy mumble, thick with sleep:

“Too early.”

His voice is raspy, deeper than usual, the remnants of slumber still clinging to it.

You smile without opening your eyes. “Then go back to sleep.”

He shifts again, pressing a barely-there kiss to your shoulder, his lips lingering for a second longer than necessary. “Can’t,” he mutters. “Not when you’re awake.”

You exhale a small laugh, reaching for his hand where it rests against your stomach, intertwining your fingers with his. “You were just asleep.”

“Mmm.” His grip tightens, his body pressing more firmly into yours. “Then let’s go back to sleep.”

His lips brush against your skin again—featherlight, teasing. It’s lazy, unhurried, like he has all the time in the world.

You roll onto your back, turning to face him, and he follows the movement easily, his body molding against yours. One of his legs slots between yours, his hand slipping under the hoodie, fingertips grazing over your bare waist in slow, absentminded patterns.

His eyes are barely open, still heavy with sleep, but there’s something about the way they settle on you that makes your breath catch—warm, dark, and completely filled with something unspoken.

You reach up, brushing a few stray strands of hair from his forehead. “You should sleep a little longer.”

He catches your wrist, bringing it to his lips, pressing a kiss against the inside of it. “Not tired anymore.”

His voice is softer now, lower, as if he’s still teetering on the edge of consciousness.

You don’t argue, don’t say anything else, because before you can, he’s tilting his head, closing the distance between you, and brushing his lips against yours.

It’s slow. Lazy. Like he’s tasting the morning, savoring the feeling of your warmth beneath his hands, the way your breath mingles with his in the small space between kisses.

You sigh against his mouth, melting into him.

He hums, deep and satisfied, his fingers tightening against your waist. His lips move against yours in a way that feels effortless, familiar, like this is exactly where he belongs—here, in your bed, in the quiet hush of morning, with you.

The kiss lingers. It’s not rushed, not urgent. Just warm, and slow, and impossibly tender.

When he pulls away, he doesn’t go far. His nose brushes against yours, his forehead resting against your temple.

“You’re warm,” you murmur, nuzzling into the crook of his neck.

His arm tightens around you. “You make me warm.”

You huff a small laugh, closing your eyes again as you relax into him, your fingers tracing lazy shapes against his back.

For a while, neither of you move. The weight of his body against yours, the steady sound of his breathing, the warmth of his skin beneath your fingertips—it’s grounding, comforting.

And then, after a moment:

“Baby?” His voice is barely above a whisper.

“Mm?”

“Stay like this forever.”

You smile against his shoulder, pressing a soft kiss to the skin there. “You always say that.”

“And I always mean it.”

His fingers ghost up and down your spine, the rhythm slow, soothing. You let your eyes flutter shut again, letting yourself sink further into the moment.

Minutes pass like that—quiet, tangled in warmth and soft breaths, his lips occasionally pressing against your forehead, your temple, your shoulder.

Then, Jimin shifts, rolling onto his back, and in one smooth movement, he pulls you on top of him.

You let out a small sound of surprise, your hands landing on his chest, but it quickly dissolves into a laugh as you prop yourself up, looking down at him.

He grins, still sleep-heavy but looking entirely too pleased with himself, his hands finding your waist beneath the hoodie. “Much better,” he murmurs.

You narrow your eyes, but the corners of your lips tug upward. “You just like having me on top of you.”

“You figured me out.” He smirks, his hands gliding up your back, pulling you down until you’re pressed against him again.

You roll your eyes but let yourself melt into him, resting your cheek against his chest, listening to the steady thrum of his heartbeat beneath your ear.

Jimin’s fingers slip into your hair, massaging gentle circles into your scalp, his touch slow, methodical.

“Pretty?” His voice is quiet, softer now.

“Hmm?”

“I love you.”

You smile, pressing a kiss against his collarbone. “I love you too.”

His arms tighten around you, his body sinking further into the mattress as he exhales a slow, content breath.

And in the quiet warmth of the morning, tangled up in Jimin, you think—maybe forever doesn’t sound so bad.

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[jyeoulzhu]

she's MINE.

summary . y/n invites karina to a family dinner, and their younger cousin (who's lowkey in love with karina) gets super jealous every time y/n and karina act couple-y.

pairing . yu jimin x gender neutral reader

y/n should’ve known bringing karina to family dinner was a mistake.

the moment they walked in, their six-year-old cousin, minho, sprinted across the room, skidded to a stop in front of karina, and gasped so loud it echoed.

“OH MY GOD,” he whispered, clutching his chest like he was overcome with emotion. “YOU’RE… YOU’RE SO PRETTY.”

karina, ever the menace, crouched down to his level and smiled sweetly. “hi, minho. it’s nice to meet you.”

minho’s entire soul left his body.

his face turned tomato red, his knees buckled, and he let out the softest, most lovesick sigh y/n had ever heard.

then, he turned to them, scowling so hard it aged him fifty years. “you don’t deserve her.”

y/n blinked. “HUH???”

before they could process that insult, minho grabbed karina’s hand and held on for dear life. then, with all the confidence in the world, he said,

“you can go home now.”

karina bit her lip to keep from laughing, but y/n was outraged. they turned to their family, expecting SOMEONE to defend them, but everyone just looked like they were watching a drama unfold.

y/n’s own blood had betrayed them.

-

minho sat right between y/n and karina like a tiny, angry guard dog. every time y/n even tried to touch karina, minho blocked it like a security system.

at one point, y/n stretched their arm over karina’s chair, only for minho to physically remove it.

"personal space, bozo," he snapped.

y/n turned to their aunt. "can we return him? i feel like we can still get store credit."

"unfortunately, no," she sighed. "we lost the receipt."

minho smirked in victory.

karina? she was having the time of her life.

"minho, do you want more rice?" she asked sweetly, patting his head.

"only if you feed me," he replied, dead serious.

y/n nearly choked on air. "BRO, USE A SPOON—"

minho ignored them as karina, grinning, picked up a spoonful of rice and held it out for him. minho took the bite like he was a prince being doted on, then turned to y/n with the SMUGGEST EXPRESSION ON EARTH.

"yeah, that's right," he mumbled through his food. "cry about it."

y/n was about to throw hands with a LITERAL CHILD.

after dinner, y/n FINALLY managed to steal karina away to the living room. they had her all to themselves. peace. tranquility. romance.

…or at least, they thought so.

because the SECOND they leaned in to rest their head on karina’s shoulder, MINHO APPEARED FROM THE SHADOWS.

like ACTUALLY. like HE CAME OUT OF NOWHERE.

"DON'T EVEN THINK ABOUT IT."

he wedged himself between them like a tiny, aggressive chaperone, then crossed his arms like he was about to kick y/n out of their OWN HOUSE.

“bro,” y/n hissed. “do you even know what personal space is?”

“do you know what boundaries are?” minho shot back.

y/n was about to LOSE IT. but before they could, karina turned to them, grinning like the little shit she was.

"are you jealous?" she teased.

y/n scoffed, arms crossed. “of a six-year-old? no way.”

karina’s smirk widened. she leaned in real close, her lips right by y/n’s ear.

"then you won’t mind if i give minho a kiss on the cheek, right?" she whispered.

y/n’s soul EXITED their body. minho overheard this and IMMEDIATELY sat up so straight his back CRACKED.

"PLEASE," minho begged.

y/n, panicking, GRABBED KARINA'S HAND AND STOOD UP IMMEDIATELY.

"ACTUALLY IT'S GETTING LATE. WE REALLY SHOULD BE GOING. BYE MINHO."

they YANKED karina out the door, SLAMMING IT behind them.

from inside, minho’s BLOODCURDLING SCREAM echoed through the entire house.

as soon as they were outside, karina burst into laughter. "oh my god, i can't believe you got jealous of a six-year-old."

y/n groaned, burying their face in their hands. "YOU DON’T UNDERSTAND. that little menace is gonna make my life a LIVING HELL for this."

karina giggled, lacing her fingers with y/n’s. “don’t worry,” she whispered. “i only have eyes for you.”

y/n sighed in relief, but then their phone buzzed.

enemy #1 “sleep with one eye open, bozo.”

y/n stared at the message, fear settling in. they could already hear minho’s evil little giggles in their head.

…yeah.

they were SO doomed.

[cheeseceli]

Boyfriend Jungkook

Pairing: Jeon Jungkook X Gn!reader

Genre: fluff, headcanons

Request: can i request a headcanon of what jungkook would be like in a relationship? thank you <3

Warnings: mentions of being hit by a car (jokingly), not proofread

A/n: I miss Jungkook 😭 | fundraiser

Hobi ver. | Namjoon ver. | Jimin ver. | Taehyung ver. | Jungkook ver.

‌He 100% fell first

‌And besides falling in love first, he also took the initiative

‌Kinda like the seven mv scenario

‌He was determined to get you to like him

‌Bro is also the embodiment of all love languages mixed, but I think he's more of a physical touch and service acts

‌I see him being very clingy, even when you're around other people

‌But specially when it's night, right before you both go to sleep

‌And also right after waking up

‌You'll be wakening up to his hugs and kisses

‌And acts of service because have you seen this man? He's always doing everything to everyone

‌You get scary dog privileges lmao

‌No creep on the street ever stares at you once they see Jungkook following you like a shadow

‌Among the boys, I think he's the one who'd get jealous the most

‌Of course, nothing too bizarre nor extreme

‌It's just that he'll immediately cling on you once he doesn't like the vibe of the person who's trying small talk with you

‌And then he does that thing with his eyes where he's just like 👁️👁️

‌Introduces you to the boys and his family as soon as he can

‌And the boys knew everything about you before even meeting you for the first time because my bro jungkook could not shut up about you for a mere second😭

‌But at least that gave them a really good first impression of you

‌If you had a good sleeping schedule before... I'm so sorry

‌It's all about going to sleep at midnight and waking up at 3 am

‌But he's trying to get better at this 😭

‌It's actually kind of sweet because he feels like he can sleep better next to you

‌There was this one time where you were extremely tired and went to bed at 7 pm and he went as well?? And he actually slept all the way through??

‌Spams your phone with texts all the time

‌In all possible social medias

‌+99 notifications on Instagram, tiktok, twitter and whatever other social media you might have

‌Also texts you the most random things through his day

‌"I almost got hit by a car would you believe it? Btw, are you still free tonight? I was thinking about going out for dinner"

‌And if you think about this in a scenario where he's an idol

‌I think he'd be able to hide your relationship for a while, but soon enough people would find out about it

‌He's just SO proud of being with you

‌And the effects of your life on his are just so obvious

‌Even if people didn't find pictures of you two together or this sort of thing, they'd still think Jungkook was dating someone

‌And the fact hybe never denied it just adds to the whole thing

‌But if people ever find out about it and then those crazy "fans" start to attack you, Jungkook is ready to sue anyone tbh

‌Sings all the time as well

‌You have exclusive serenades sung to you every day, you're that lucky!!

‌And constantly tries to impress you

‌Like yeah, you're married for 20 years now and he's still playing football like his life depends on it just because you're watching

‌Overall he's just the sweetest and most devoted bf to ever exist

Masterlist | you'll probably like: husband Chan

Thank you for reading!

Taglist (open!): @yuyubeans @butnotmontana

Credits for images 1 2 and 3

Dividers by @thecutestgrotto

[iveneverbeenhere]

💋❤️Being BTS’s Secret Admirer❤️💋

Genre: Fluff, non idol au, high school au

A/N: This was originally supposed to be a Valentine’s post🫣😞

💋❤️💋❤️💋❤️💋❤️💋❤️💋❤️💋❤️💋❤️💋❤️

Jin: You leave him small goodie bags filled with Laffy Taffy’s and Super Mario gummies. There’s never a name attached to the bags, but he can always tell it’s from the same person; a light blue silk bag decorated with pastel stars. The top is perfectly wrapped with a thin purple ribbon.

| Jin hasn’t received anything from you for a week. He’s become accustomed to the daily rush to his locker to grab his little gifts; so, going without them feels torturous.

Did you stop liking him?

Have you moved on to someone else?

Did you die?

He ponders woefully as he slugs to his locker. Slowly opening it, he expects nothing but is pleasantly surprised. He sees your signature bag and a note attached.

It took me forever to find this. I hope you like it! It reminds me of you.

It’s a liquid keychain in the shape of a star. Little star flakes surround the dark blue water making it look like a small galaxy; in the middle stands a smiling astronaut grinning back at him. |

Yoongi: you leave him a small Tupperware of cut/peeled fruit; green apples, oranges, pears, and pineapples fill the containers to the brim. The top of them always has a little note of encouragement to keep him going.

| Yoongi languidly paced to his locker. He had stayed up all night studying for midterms while producing his newest demo; he looked like a dead man walking.

“Yo! Yoongi!”

“Hi, Hobi.” He lifelessly sighed as he turned the combination of his decaying lock pad.

“Rough night?”

He nodded as he opened his eyes to his locker. Inside, he found a small can of cold coffee sweating lightly, as though it had been freshly placed there. Next to it lay the usual small Chococat Tupperware filled with cut apples and peeled grapes, with a note on top.

“For you. I added the drink because I thought you needed the extra kick…”

He lightly smiled as he looked at it. He’s always surprised by how lovely you are.|

Hobi: You give him a mishmash of things: small plushies, enamel pins, and bag charms of things that remind you of him. Once you even gave him a bag of crystals and rocks you had tumbled. He can’t help but feel spoiled with all the love that you give him.

|Hoseok is always in a rush to his locker. His Snoopy keychain is chaotically thrown back and forth; hitting his Charlie Brown and Hello Kitty enamel pins as he runs past the current. He was ecstatic to see what you left him today. He finally reaches it; he can’t wait to experience your daily love again.

He looks inside to find a small silver rose necklace with a row of 7s hanging off the thin chain. He then picks up a less refined green and white beaded bracelet with bubble letters reading “Lucky boy.”

He widely smiles and giggles excitedly as he puts on his new accessories. He checks himself out in the small daisy-shaped mirror in his locker; his reflection is ruddy.

“Cute!”

He hopes he can meet you soon. |

Namjoon: You give him 2nd hand books filled with love letters and poems. The pages have a mellow yellow color that he finds comforting. You dog tag and write notes on the ones that remind him of you.

| Namjoon feels flustered when he’s at his locker. He was used to being admired, but not so intimately. He walks with his head down with a shy smile on his face. He thinks of the last poem

You gave him. “I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride” It makes him exposed; he doesn’t mind it. He opens his locker; what he finds is unexpected. A small letter with a small red wax seal. It has small cracks from where the wax dried too quickly, making it look sloppy; still, he opens it softly. Inside is a small, artificially aged letter.

Dearest Moonchild,

Would you allow me to float as a small star in your vast galaxy?

If only so I could stand beside

And admire you.

He leans his head onto his locker. The handwriting is shaky and the paper has unintended tears. The ink is smudged in random spots. It’s average work at best, but it means the world to him.|

V: You give him simple crochet and needle felted gifts along with small, blunt notes. He was confused at first about your intentions, but now he keeps the crocheted items on his shelf and the stack of notes next to the wall of his desk.

| “Bro, will you stop?”

Tae crinkles his eyes and turns a blush pink as his smile becomes toothy.

Jungkook caught him looking at the sticky note you left him between their shared English class.

“I can’t help it.”

Jungkook rolls his eyes so hard that they strain. He always acts like this whenever you give him something. It was the same with the crocheted heart, the needle felted bunny, and the 2 small bear plushies holding hands that you hand stitched.

“Whipped.”

He sasses as he looks at Tae, who ventured into his rose-colored world.

He couldn’t help it; the note you had given him was so sweet.

“I like the way your lips curve.”

It was simple, but spoke miles to him. Most of your notes were simple:

“Your hair looks good.”

“I made you this.”

“It’s pretty.”

This was specific for you; it was almost poetic. He looks at the sticky note and smiles sweetly. He’ll keep this one on his desk instead.|

Jungkook: You leave him endless snacks. Banana milk, shrimp crackers, and peperos fill his locker galore. He knows they’re from the same person because you leave a miffy drawing on all his snacks.

| “I’m starving. Jungkook, can you share some of your snacks with me?” Jin groans.

“Fuck no.”

“Why not?” He demands.

“ Cause it’s mine and it’s special.” He goads.

“You’re an ass.” Jin sighs as he lays his head down on his desk.

Jungkook wasn’t lying when he said they were special; obviously, they’re nothing but convenience store snacks delicately stuffed into his locker. Still, knowing that someone spent enough time to give him gifts filled him with warmth. He quickly finishes the bag of chips and looks at the little rabbit drawing on the side of the bag; without fail, you leave that drawing on everything you give him. He traces it lightly with his fingers, pondering how you look. If you’re as sweet and cute as your gifts make you seem to be; you might be the complete opposite. You could be tough, even nasty, but Jungkook doesn’t think he’d mind either way. He just wants to see you.

“Jungkook, teacher’s on his way,” Jin whispers.

“Oh shit!”

He’ll meet you one day. |

Jimin: You leave him flowers from your mother’s flower shop and Sonny angels. He is confused on why you give them, but he uses the angels as good luck charms.

| Jimin is devastated.

The white and blue daisies you had given him on Monday had begun to wilt. He sulked to his mother with dewy eyes.

“Why don’t you try pressing them?” She said softly.

He grabs last year's math textbook and opens it to a random page. He leaves the book spread as he carefully clips the stems of his precious gift. He places them over the printed equations and begins to close the book. It feels wrong as he presses down the cover and sees the beginning crinkling between the pages; he’s ruining something beautiful, but he has to. He needs to preserve it. He never knows what can happen. He places a large textbook on it and leaves it overnight. He can’t look at it.

He wakes up early to look at the flowers. The petals flatten and come off in place; he can see the pollen dusting off, giving the obsolete textbook a muddy yellow look. Still, he smiles fondly at the flowers; it’s imperfect, but beautiful. He takes a picture of it and leaves it as his wallpaper. He looks at it during his breaks and it gives him butterflies.

The next day you give him dwarf sunflowers. |

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[paranoiddreams]

Hi, I don’t know if you’re accepting requests, but you could write something about JK where his girlfriend is accompanying them on tour and he keeps sneaking away without the managers and boys coming to sleep with her or take her to his bunk bed on the tour bus or to his hotel room... smuttt pls

OH MAMI✧˚ ༘ ⋆｡ ˚

✧ idol!Jungkook x gn!reader

✧ WC!! - 1.42k

✧ Warnings!! - unprotected sex, jk is kinda mean!!!, he hitting it from the back😜, voyeurism(?), they almost get caught, or do they…, explicit language, idky but there’s smth going on with Yoongi, degradation, use of ‘slut’ once,

✧ A/n!! - I really hope you enjoy this, I hope it’s what you wanted! I love this request, and had so much fun writing it😻 The title is the song I thought fit this vibe ig, so if you want to check it out it’s by Chase Atlantic. Hope you all enjoy!! <3

“J-Jungkook, they’re right outside!”

Your sweet, caring, often naive, boyfriend Jungkook currently has you bent over the small, flimsy table in the tour bus he and the rest of the band are traveling the world in. 

When he invited you to come with him on tour, you immediately said yes, because all of the times he was gone in the past felt like whole life times; It’s no secret you and Jungkook are inseparable. So, this year being a more laid back one, management decided it was okay for you to come this time. Although that decision in hindsight might not have been the best one to make. 

Jimin and Taehyung can’t count the amount of times he thought he was talking to Jungkook walking behind him, only to turn around and see him glued to his phone, texting you about where to meet in the next few minutes. Namjoon swears he’s going to damage his voice from how much he’s been scolding the youngest for disappearing suddenly and coming back 20 minutes later with flushed cheeks and ruffled hair. Most of all, the whole band, including the staff, are annoyed by the obvious trips you and Jungkook take to the nearest utility closet at any hotel room before every concert. 

But they’re not the only one’s slightly annoyed. You’ve told your insatiable boyfriend many times that he needs to control himself, but of course, he’s as stubborn as a dog. But then again, even if you’re vehemently opposed to his ‘adventurous’ rendezvous, you still always end up in this position. 

Currently, you’re bent over the flimsy table of the tour bus, and Jungkook ramming his cock into you from behind while everyone is out stretching their legs; something you can’t help but be hyperaware of. 

“J-Jungkook, they’re right outside!”

Your sweet, caring, often naive, boyfriend Jungkook is no where to be seen. When you look over your shoulder, you see his face contorted in blinding euphoria, his brows furrowed as he lets out low grunts of pleasure. He seems to not notice everyone right outside of the curtain-covered window he’s fucking you in front of, and if he does, he doesn’t pay any mind at all. You can barely hear a few voices underneath the sound of Jungkook’s cock slamming into you, making every little sound you or Jungkook let out seem 10x louder.

“W-We need to be quiet!” You stammer out in a hushed tone. 

Although your mind is only occupied with trying not to get caught, your body is completely under the control of Jungkook’s rough thrusts. You’re clenching around him, dripping down your thighs  and his cock to the carpeted floor of the tour bus while his fingers dig into the pliant skin of your hips. 

“Yeah?” He growls condescendingly. “Better be quiet then, huh?”

You squeeze your eyes shut, your heart hammering in your ears as his growled words send shivers down your spine. You slam your palms down onto the table you’re bent over, your fingers turning white as you hold on for dear life from the pleasure ripping through your body. 

“J-Jungkook! Please, you’re g-going too fast!” You manage to cry out through breathless pants. But your boyfriend only laughs in return, his warm breath hitting your shoulder. 

He lifts his hands from your hips, his pelvis pressing against your ass as he slides himself all the way into you, staying there as he reaches around to grab both of your wrists. He holds them behind your back with one hand, using the other to cover your mouth. His chin rests on your shoulder as he turns his head to whisper in your ear, his lips brushing against your skin. 

“I told you to be quiet,” he says in a low chiding tone, “do you want the others to walk in on us? To know how much of a fucking slut you are when they leave?”

A guttural, almost animalistic mewl leaves your lips, muffled by his palm, as he speaks into your ear. You feel him continue his brutal pace, slow but hard as he rams into your sore entrance. The thought of his words, to your surprise, send a rush of arousing embarrassment through your body, your thighs clenching together as you’re barely able to hold yourself up anymore. 

Noticing this, Jungkook pulls out of you suddenly with a low hiss, uncovering your mouth and releasing your hands to grab your waist and flip you around. You barely even have time to gasp out his name before he’s lifting you up onto the table, pushing your thighs apart roughly. 

“N-No! Don’t—!“ you start to protest, but cut yourself off with a strangled moan when he slams his leaking cock back inside of you, his hands hooked under your thighs to push them apart further. 

“Look at you, making such a mess,” he whispers, looking into your eyes with an almost unrecognizable lust. Your eyes flicker down, catching a glimpse of his glistening cock pushing in and out of you, your combined fluid dripping onto the table beneath you. Your face flushes with heat, and you feel your second—maybe third?—orgasm starting to wash over you. 

“Oh, fuck yes, baby,” he pants out, his dominant tone turning more desperate as he chases his own oncoming high, “god, you’re so tight when you cum around my cock…”

Your thighs shake as he holds them open, his thrusts becoming more sloppy and untimed as you pulsate and gush around him. As your euphoric high clouds your mind, and your judgment, you wrap your legs around his waist, holding him deep inside of you. Then you feel his warm cum spill into you. 

“Fuck, y/n,” he whines when he looks down at you with heavy-lidded eyes. His hips rock softly into you a few more times as you suck him in and milk him completely. When he’s done, he goes slightly limp as he catches his breath, leaning down to press his forehead against yours. 

“You let me cum inside…” he whispers after a few moments, still a little delirious from his climax. 

“Yeah,” you sigh, realizing what you did as the fog of lust clears in your mind, “I did…but only so we won’t have too much to clean up.”

Jungkook laughs adorably, as if he weren’t covered in your cum, his softening dick still buried deep inside of you. “Oh really? You made quite the mess too—“

Both you and Jungkook stop suddenly when the door to the tour bus jiggles, your eyes going wide. 

In a moment of panic, Jungkook pulls himself out of you, tugging his jeans back on from around his ankles as you hop down to the ground to find your shorts. By the time you do find them under the table, the door opens, and Yoongi walks in. 

“Yah—where’s y/n/n?” He asks in his usual grumpy tone, holding a bag of snacks from the gas station in his hands. 

Jungkook flinches, determined to keep his eyes on Yoongi’s and not under the table where you’re trying to shimmy on your shorts as quietly as possible. 

“Oh! Uh, she’s—uhm, she’s in the bathroom,” he stammers out, practically jumping to stand in front of the table, leaning against it to hide the obvious mess while he keeps his eyes on Yoongi. 

After buttoning your shorts you freeze under the table, looking between Jungkook’s legs at Yoongi in front of him, the tour bus deadly silent. 

“Okay,” he finally says after a few moments, “well when she comes back tell her I got those chips she likes.”

Jungkook nods with a painfully forced smile, holding a thumbs up for emphasis as he watches Yoongi walk towards the back of the tour bus. “Yup! I will!” He says, his heart pounding in his chest. 

Once Yoongi is out of sight, Jungkook lets out a sigh of relief and squats down to look at you under the table. 

“Are you okay?!” He asks with those big doe eyes you can never seem to stay mad at. 

“Yeah, but now these shorts are ruined,” you grumble as you crawl out from under the table, cringing at the feeling of your and Jungkook’s combined cum sticking to your thighs. 

Once you stand, Jungkook lets out an incredulous giggle, wrapping his arms around your shoulders to pull you against his chest. You stand there for a moment, basking in his warmth, until you both jump at the sound of Yoongi calling out from the back of the bus:

“Make sure to clean up the mess you both left!”

Seems like you’ll both need to work on your sneaking-around skills more.

Thank you to the lovely @kloserpeenguintiljk for requesting! I hope you enjoyed <3

[woncon]

Flufftober Day 3

"Wait you love me?" - "I always have"

🍁 jimin x gn!reader

🍁 special thanks to @honeytwo for helping me translate this into english, correcting my grammar and other mistakes. thank you for everything! °♡̷•.

🍁 flufftober masterlist | main masterlist

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"Is it about us? "Jimin stands in the doorway, headphones hanging from his neck, bass almost as lively as your heartbeat.

You wrote a song. A silly little song about an unreachably sweet love. Which was perhaps too honest, with some strong hints of real elements.

The truth is, you didn't think about what would happen if the person you imagined listened to the music when you created the lines, where you wrote your emotions instead of graphite. You just wanted to get over the block and the sadness. When you said goodbye and Jimin moved away, you could barely even look him in the eye because of your tears, let alone tell him how you felt.

You didn't even want to chain him to the city just for yourself. He was born to freedom, and you had to let go of your love for him as you did with him. So you took it into a song. Then Namjoon happened to found it while looking for his earpiece and said it was damn good. And then one thing led to another, and it was on the radio. And Jimin obviously listens to the radio.

He listens to the radio and has a bit of a heart attack and then drives all the way to your flat to smash your door down.

"Is it about us, Y/N?" he asks again. He is so desperate, it's like a reflection of your own soul.

"Hmm."

A little silence. Jimin blinks, shakes his head, tries to piece it together. You are still clutching the wooden door panel with your fingers.

"Wait, you love me? I mean-"

"I always have. I gave you my favorite shovel in the sandbox, let you read my diary and snuggle in my bed. I shared everything with you. Even my heart. But if you don't need it, feel free to give it back."

Jimin strokes your cheek. You shudder at his touch and the harsh words that have nothing to do with his tender skin.

"No fucking way."

Though the words are harsh, unresisting, his mouth is soft as he brushes against yours, taking you off your feet a little. He gently pushes you inside on the fluffy carpet, and you let go of the door to grab on his upper arm, this sweet dream. Your own pained resignation rings from the earpiece as Jimin kisses you with the love you've always wanted.

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