#like me and joonie had the same exact list

[puppy-kitty-bunny]

this tweet reminded me of the time an old friend and i were discussing which houses we thought each member would be in and i said jungkook would be in ravenclaw and she was like wtf no way?? so THANK YOU namjoonie for validating that for me

[ferrethyun]

i heard u want requests so im like b e t. something fluffy pls?? maybe poly?? like m! s/o making everyone breakfast and letting them sleep in?

A ig h t,, bet,,, i legit dont think ive done fluff requests in ages let alone poly so lefts fuckin go boys with the uwus

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Pairing: Poly!Bts x M!Reader

TW: None uwu

M/n had been alone most of the night before; the boys had so much to prepare for with the upcoming album so he couldn’t blame them for staying late at the studio. Knowing all the weight on their shoulders was still there, m/n couldn’t help but want to alleviate them of it, even if it was only by a little bit.

So, while the clock flashed a bright red 8:37 am and the sunlight crept through the barely open curtains, the male snuck out from underneath the arms of one of his lovers, Taehyung to be exact. This, of course, was met with resistance by the idol but he eventually lessened his tight hold enough for his boyfriend to slip away. M/n almost hissed at how cold the floor was but managed to suppress it and slipped on a pair of house slippers and one of Jin's hoodies that lay on the floor before shuffling off out the room and down the hall. Normally, at least one of the members would be awake by now and m/n wanted so badly to wake up one of them for company but through sheer willpower, he did not; eventually, the lone riser found himself in the kitchen. 

The kitchen itself was beautiful. The floor was an off-white marble along with the counter-tops, while most of the cupboards being a red-stained wood. Many memories had been made in this kitchen: Food fights, arguments, rain-soaked kisses and some rather… naughty moments too. M/n felt a small smile creep its way onto his face and basked in the morning sun beaming through the window for a while before deciding to move on with his plans. He moved over to the fridge to scour for ingredients and pulled items such as eggs, milk, some butter and fruit out of the fridge, then closed it. Placing all the items on the counter, the male then moved on to finding a couple of pans and placing them on the stove to let them heat up; while they were heating up, M/n moved on to find other ingredients for pancakes and started making the mix. Normally, pancakes wouldn’t be on the menu for breakfast but M/n wanted the men he loved so much to wake up to something home-cooked and filling, maybe not the healthiest but who cared? It was just one day, what harm could it do. The subtle bubbling that could be heard coming off the pans told m/n that they were hot enough to begin making pancakes; so that’s what he did. 

Halfway through making the delicious treats, M/n could hear the soft padding of feet coming down the hallway towards the kitchen. To occupied with breakfast to turn around and properly greet whoever just came in the kitchen, M/n offered a quick and warm “Good morning” to whoever it was and got a groan in response along with arms wrapping around his waist. 

“Come back to bed babe…” A tired baritone voice rumbled out into the back of m/n’s neck.

“Tae, baby, I’m making pancakes right now…” M/n mused out with a light smile on his face, “How ‘bout you go back to bed and I’ll come wake you up when I’m done?”

The offer was met with slight reluctance, but with a kiss shared, the idol trudged off back down the hallway to his room. M/n couldn’t help but let out a small chuckle before continuing with the pancakes. A glance at the clock in the kitchen told M/n that it was now 9:20 am and now that the stack of pancakes was complete, he could begin setting the table for breakfast. 

The table set up consisted of 8 plates, glasses and sets of cutlery along with various fruits, chocolate spreads and syrups for toppings. M/n finished off by setting down a pitcher of water, orange juice and a pot of coffee for those who wanted it before going off to the kitchen once again to wash off his hands and begin the task of waking up all 7 of his boyfriends. 

He headed off to the eldest's room first. The light was strong enough coming through the curtains that M/n didn’t need to turn on the lights, so he made his way over to the male who lay still in bed and gently lay a hand on his shoulder and lips on his puffy cheeks. A quick kiss and shake was generally all it took to wake Jin up, but today it seemed to not be enough, so M/n continued with the gentle shakes and began to talk “Jinnie… Jinnie, it’s time to wake up” M/n could see the others face scrunch up and a groan echoed through the room, “Come on baby, I made breakfast~”

Jins eyes cracked open and looked directly at his lover “You made breakfast?” He asked, “You didn’t have to, I could have done that…”

M/n let out an airy laugh “You guys came back so late last night that I wanted to treat you” He replied, “Now get up, breakfast is getting cold” After that, M/n left the room and to the next room, not missing the “Wait, is that my hoodie?” that came from the eldest's room. The next room along was Jimin and Hoseoks room. The two shouldn’t be that hard to wake up as m/n could already hear the whispers of conversation that came from the room. M/n made his way into the room and immediately found Jimin and Hoseok in the same bed “Good morning you two” M/n called out to the two, “Who wants pancakes?”

An audible gasp escaped from both mouths “You made pancakes?” Jimin gawked, “You should have told me, I would have come and helped you” 

“It’s fine,” M/n said before placing a kiss on the singer's forehead, “Now run along, Jin’s already in the kitchen” This made Jimin leap out of the bed he was in and hurry off out the room but not without being patted on the ass by Hoseok first. Speaking of Hoseok, M/n looked towards the rapper before creeping into his open arms for a hug “You need to get up as well Hobi~” M/n spoke as he stepped out of the hug and then the room earning a whine from the male. Next on the list of people to wake up was the one and only Namjoon; M/n never had any difficulties waking up Namjoon, a kiss on the back of the leader's neck and opening of the curtains accompanied by a “Morning Joonie” was all he needed to get up. After the leader was Yoongi, one of the more difficult members to wake up, alongside Jungkook that is. 

M/n opened the door leading to the rapper's room only to find him awake already, but not by himself. It seems that Taehyung had decided to not go back to his room but into Yoongis “Come on you two” M/n called out, rolling his eyes at the couple who were making out, “Breakfast is ready!” He then stepped out of the room, not forgetting to give the two a quick “Make sure you wash your hands!” before moving on to the youngest's room. 

When the male stepped into the room, he found Jungkooks curtains still open from the day before causing rays of light to cast onto the male's delicate features. M/n made his way across the clothing littered floor to his boyfriend and took a moment to take in the beauty of his features and scars; he was too pretty. Sounds from the kitchen leaked into Jungkooks room reminding M/n of the task at hand “Kook, baby boy, it’s time to wake up” M/n murmured out, a hand on the buff males shoulder. This garnered no response so m/n continued “Ggukie, come on, there are pancakes in the kitchen” He tried again, “I even got your favourite chocolate spread”

There was finally a response when a deep, guttural groan filled the room “Hyung…” The singer groaned out, “Close the curtains please....”

“Honey, baby, darling, light of my life…” M/n whispered against the shell of his boyfriend's ear, “Everyone else is waiting in the kitchen for us” Another groan. “Or are you looking to be punished?” The words that left M/ns mouth had Jungkooks eyes wide open and staring dead in front of him. A smirk flittered across M/ns lips before he headed out of the room before stopping in the doorway “Then I suggest you get up hmmm?” And with that, Jungkook was up and out of his room before M/n could get out properly.

M/ns laugh echoed in the hallway as he walked to the dining table with the youngest; once there, M/n could see that, while everyone was there, none of them had started to eat as they were waiting for everyone to be at the table. The male took a seat between Jin and Yoongi and let the eating commence. 

It was around 11:02 am when all the plates were placed in the sink and most had cleared off; M/n started getting soap out to wash the dishes before a hand was placed on top of his own “Hey, there’s no need to do the dishes” Jin murmured out, sleep still evident in his eyes, “The others can deal with it later..”

“But- I-” M/n stuttered out

“No buts!” Jin interrupted, arms now wrapped around the other's waist, “ You come with me and we can watch another episode of that drama you like so much”

M/n didn’t want the others to bother themselves with the dishes but there was no point in fighting against Jin when all he’d do is pull m/n from his job to stop him; so he put his utensils down and placed his hand in the eldest's, letting himself be led off to the massive living room where Netflix and a blanket were already set up. M/n couldn’t help but turn and hug his boyfriend

“Have I ever told you guys how much I love you” M/n spoke into Jins shoulder

“All the time baby” Jin replied, “But I don’t think we tell you it enough”

[apriorisea]

“One Year” You x Namjoon

Sitting back, you reach up to lift your hair away from the sweat on the back of your neck, feeling equal parts relief and disgust as the soft breeze cools you down a little. The day was warm but not unbearable, with a picturesque blue-sky dotted with the fluffiest clouds. Exhaling softly, you look back at your dad’s gravestone. “What a perfect day for a picnic, right, dad? I should’ve packed one. I wasn’t even thinking. ....Maybe next time.”     In the 30 minutes you’d been at the cemetery, you’d managed to clear away the dead flowers and replace them with new bouquets, arranging them painstakingly.       “I know mom wanted to be here,” you continue, your voice low and calm; since your father had passed away exactly 1 year ago today, you’d grown into the habit of casually talking to him sometimes. “But grandpa’s still recovering from his surgery, so she decided she needed to stay with him.” You settle into a more comfortable position, tracing the writing on the headstone with your eyes. “....I miss you, dad.”      The sound of tires driving maybe a little too fast up the path behind you causes you to turn. A shiny black sedan (all of the windows tinted dark) pulls up in a hurry, and one of the back doors is thrown open to reveal your boyfriend. He climbs out agitatedly, then leans back in to grab a basket before slamming the door behind him and turning to scan the cemetery, looking for you.      You get to your feet, unable to accurately describe the feeling that’s floating through you now, and give a little wave when his eyes land on you. In an instant, his replaces his semi-stressed expression with a genuine smile and makes his way towards you; behind him, the shiny black sedan drives away slowly.       “Joonie,” you exclaim when he’s a few feet away. “You’re here!”      He wraps you in a one-armed hug, accepting your kiss eagerly. “Of course, babe,” he says with that perfect smile of his. He lets go of you so he can reach up to smooth a strand of your hair back from your face. “I said I would be.”      “I know.” You’re so happy you can’t stop smiling. “But you’ve been so busy, I---”      “Thought I wouldn’t show up?” he teases, raising one eyebrow.       You grin and reach for his hand. “I’m so glad you’re here.”      He squeezes your hand tight, then his gaze drifts to the headstone in front of you both. Bowing his head respectfully, he says in a low voice, “Sir. Sorry I’m late.”      “It’s okay.” You know he was talking to your dad---a fact that warms your heart---but you answer for him. “Dad and I were just catching up a little, talking about the weather....Isn’t it just the most perfect day for a picnic?”      “Ah.” He lifts the basket with a smile. “I thought the exact same!”      Your mouth falls open at this. “Namjoon...How did you know??” In your giddiness, you reach up to kiss his cheek.       Beaming, he releases your hand so he can set the basket on the warm grass. Bending down to open the basket, he produces a small blanket, spreading it out and helping you sit. “Perfect blue sky, fluffy white clouds,” he lists. “Your dad always said that was the best weather for a picnic. Right, sir?”      You feel the tears well-up in your eyes. Namjoon had only known your father for 2 months before he’d died, but in that short time the two of them had grown very close. It was a huge source of comfort to you to know that your dad had met the love of your life---and had approved. As you watch your boyfriend unpack the picnic, you feel a surge of gratitude.       When everything is set out and ready, you scoot closer to him, kissing his cheek one more time. “This looks amazing.”      He grins, but shrugs one shoulder. “I can’t really take credit. One of the managers put it together for me while I was in rehearsal.”      At that exact moment, you hear his phone buzzing relentlessly in his pocket, but he makes no move to grab it. Frowning a little, you nod slowly. “Are you supposed to be somewhere else right now?”     “Nope,” he says immediately. Digging for his phone, he silences the call.      “But....are you sure?” The comeback was only weeks away, and you rarely saw him these days as he burned the candle at both ends in preparation for the big release. “I know you had rehearsal and some photo shoots scheduled for today.”      He puts a hand on your knee. “Don’t worry, love,” he says with a softer smile. “This is exactly where I’m supposed to be. It’s in my schedule and everything.” When you give him a look, he grabs his phone and opens the calendar app, flipping the screen towards you. “See??”      You feel the breath catch in your throat as you see, tucked in-between notes of rehearsals and fittings and photo shoots, your name surrounded by hearts. “You didn’t have to do that,” you, your voice wobbly with emotion. “I know how busy you are these days, how many other places you could be right now...”      “Hey....” Leaning over, he tucks your hair behind your ear, his fingers lingering against your skin. “My love, I promise you: there is nowhere I would rather be right now.” His thumb brushes your cheek absently. “I’m just sorry I was late.”     You turn your head to kiss his palm. “You’re right on time. Right, dad?”     Namjoon smiles, taking his hand back and turning to the food spread out in front of you both. Taking your plate, he starts to fill it with food. “Do you know that was one of the first conversations he and I had?”      “What was?” You smile fondly as you watch him.       “He warned me about how much you hated tardiness,” he says with a laugh. “It was literally his first ‘tip’ for me.”      You laugh in delight. “Really??”      “Oh, yeah. He warned me that, for the rest of my life, I should just get used to being places at least 20 minutes early. And more than 20 minutes if it was a really big deal.”      “And what did you say?”      “I said that sounds perfect. I need someone to keep me honest about time and schedules.” He sets your plate in front of you as his phones goes off again.      Your gaze wanders to it automatically. “Do you?” you say quietly, more to yourself than to him.       As he starts to serve himself, he goes on, “But after we’d joked a little, he got more serious, reminded me how much you worry when people are late, how much stress it puts on you. Don’t ever do that to her, if you can help it, he told me. She needs to know she can rely on you.” He pauses, his eyes going to the headstone. “I worry a lot about that, actually. Especially weeks like these when I’m so busy.”      You stare at him. “Worry about what??”      He sighs, turning reluctantly to meet your gaze. “If you can rely on me.”      Exhaling softly, you climb to your knees and move towards him, throwing your arms around his neck. “Of course I can rely on you, Joonie.”     His arms come up automatically to hold you, but his voice is muffled as he says, “Are you sure?”      “Absolutely!” You pull back a little, taking his face in your hands. “Look at where we are right now! You carved out time in your crazy schedule to come sit with me in a cemetery---and,” you add, your voice getting a little louder, “You brought a picnic!”      He laughs, some of his worry fading.      “You are the most important person in my life,” you say more seriously. “The only one I know I can always rely on. Always.”     Closing the gap between the two of you, he kisses you for a long moment. “I hope so. Your dad also threatened to come haunt me if I didn’t live up to your expectations.”      “Well, you haven’t seen any ghosts so far, right?”      He laughs. “Right.”      Releasing him, you sit back down right next to him and he snakes his arm around your waist to keep you close. You reach for his plate, pressing it into his free hand. “Eat up. I’m sure you didn’t eat anything for breakfast this morning.”     Smiling, he nods. “Yes, ma’am.”     You roll your eyes playfully and grab your own plate, but you get distracted while watching him. “He loved you, Joon.”      Eyes wide, his mouth full, he looks over at you.       Giggling at his expression, you nod. “He told me....he told me he was glad I had you. That he knew he could leave, because you would be around to take care of me, to keep me safe, to be there. He said he was so glad he got to meet you before...” You trail off; both of you have tears in your eyes now.     After a moment, he squeezes your waist. “He was an incredible man,” he says in a reverent tone. “I miss him.”     “Me, too.” You rest your head on his shoulder. When his phone buzzes again, you nod at his plate. “Eat, baby. I know you don’t have a lot of time left.”      He looks apologetic, but does as he’s told, and the two (three) of you fall into a comfortable silence. You close your eyes, letting the warm sun, the cool breeze, your dad’s memory, and Namjoon’s presence lull you into a state of absolute peace. When he finishes eating, you sit up and coax him to lay down, resting his head in your lap. You run your fingers through his hair as the two of you talk through some of your favorite memories of your dad, sometimes laughing, sometimes getting teary again. It’s the perfect moment.       But all too soon, you hear the tires on the pavement again, and when the shiny black sedan pulls up, you know he can’t ignore his buzzing phone any longer.     Sitting up, he turns to look at you, an apology on his tongue.      You shake your head, instead leaning forward to kiss him. “Thank you,” you say quietly. “This was everything to me. I love you.”     “I love you, too,” he says. “I wish I could stay longer.”     “It’s okay,” you say with a small grin. “Dad and I need a chance to rave over how perfect and precious you are, anyway, and we can hardly do that while you’re here.”     He laughs, but when his phone starts to buzz again, he reluctantly reaches to pack up the basket again.     “Don’t worry, I’ve got it,” you say brightly, getting to your feet and helping him up. “Go back to work, my brilliant Idol.”      Rolling his eyes a little at your teasing, he wraps his arms around your waist. “Thanks for letting me spend some time with you guys today,” he says, kissing your forehead. “I love you both.”     “I know. We love you more,” you say with a smile. “Now, get going! I’ll see you tonight?”       He nods, and as he releases you, you can see him settling back into his professional persona, already thinking about the work ahead. “I’ll text you as soon as I know when I might be home. But it might be late...It will probably be late.”     “It will definitely be late,” you laugh. “But it’s okay. Just rest when you can, and I’ll see you later, all right?”     “I promise. Drive home safe, okay? Text me when you get there.”     “Yes, sir,” you tease, and watch him with a fond smile as he jogs back to the shiny car. You watch it drive away, then turn back to your dad.      “What a perfect day, right?”      

[dreamcatcherjiah]

💞Tight Hearts (Idol!Hoseok x Reader)

Plot: The red string of fate was visible when our grandparents were children. They would play around, following the strings from one person to their soulmate and laugh happily when these two people inevitably found each other. It was a reason for happiness. But little by little, people stopped seeing the threads. In bad times, it was dangerous, it was a liability, so people stopped seeing them to protect each other from harm. When I was born, nobody saw them anymore, they just felt their soulmate. Anxiety, happiness, sorrow, love, the hearts of the soulmates are one, feel the same things, but it is almost impossible to find your soulmate, now that the threads cannot be seen.

Word count: 1336

Tight Hearts Masterlist

TEASER #2

My name is Y/N. I was born in 1994. My early years were common for a little girl, I guess. My teenage years and my early twenties, however, were the most turbulent period of my life, that I remember. Not because my life was particularly bad, but because the emotions that flooded me constantly had me laughing one moment and crying the next one. My heart felt tight all the time, feelings of dread, uncertainty and stress clouding my everyday life since I turned fourteen or fifteen. I can’t really remember because the change was something gradual. I started feeling excitement and euphoria most of the time, a rush through my veins that pushed me forward most times, further than I was willing to go on my own. That was around the time I started dancing. My body felt so tired, and yet those feelings, that at the time I didn’t know were coming from my soulmate, made me stand up and repeat the routines once and twice and many times over. My soulmate, wherever they were, were encouraging me endlessly and giving me the will and strength I lacked.

At the time I didn’t think anything of this. I thought soulmates were a myth, you see. People in my family belonged to a group that had grown sceptical of the soulmate system after there was no visible proof to assert that the threads were still present, tied around out pinkies, no proof whatsoever that now person had to be tied forcefully to another just because a little red thing told them to. These people saw this as an opportunity of self-determination; they could choose who to spend the rest of their lives with. Finally, if you felt something for someone, you could act on it, without the fear that his thread left their chest in the total opposite direction to you. Many people hit the jackpot and found someone decent with whom they could laugh and live. Others weren’t so lucky and ended up in loveless marriages, abused or on the street because of a costly divorce. If that was the world where soulmates were still present, but the threads couldn’t be seen, I didn’t want to have anything to do with it.

I don’t remember the exact day when that Idol group caught my eye, either. I just know that I felt so special, so connected to them. Their success was mine, and so were the disappointments and the heartbreak. I was beginning to think my soulmate was a fan as well because my heart hurt so much when they were in pain, and not even the doctors were able to tell me what was wrong. I wasn’t buying the soulmate scheme, like so many people around me told me. Or at least I wasn’t on the outside.

Because how beautiful, how good would it feel to have someone love you for who you essentially are? Someone who was made with me in mind. A person who would hold me when times became too much, and not only send me their feelings through an invisible connection that I would doubt most of the time, if it weren’t for the feelings I couldn’t account for. I wanted my soulmate to be here with me. But with the threads being invisible that is more than impossible, like taking a DNA test and guessing the results without actually seeing them.

So, yes. I will accept, only for the sake of not being a hypocrite, that I hoped in the deepest part of my soul that soulmates did exist. I yearned for mine to be someone I could hold onto for the rest of my life and never let go. But at the same time I must admit that the most rational part of my brain told me that it was not logical to live my life looking for love in someone I couldn’t identify and that would lead to my current predicament, living my life as a succession of boring days between the studio, my nondescript job and my tiny apartment. Oh, and a growing pain in my heart that no one can explain. A very basic life, if you think about it.

Looking at himself in the mirror, he couldn’t for the life of him find anything wrong with his face, he didn’t look excessively tired, there were no bags under his eyes, no redness around his irises… and yet he felt like some animal had chewed him up while he was sleeping and spat him out. During rehearsals his hand wasn’t away from his chest more than five seconds, rubbing it helped with the tightness he had been feeling for a couple of days now.

His mind would go back to his grandmother, for some reason. He had been remembering all the stories that she would tell him when he was younger. The feeling of her hands, rough from many years of hard work, moving his hair back when he fell asleep while she spoke was something he didn’t think he would ever forget.

“If you keep looking at your reflection like that, you’ll die like Narcissus.” Namjoon’s joking voice reached his ears, taking his eyes away from the careful examination of his face.

“Ha… ha, very funny, Monnie.”

Picking up his bag, Hoseok followed his brothers to the cars waiting for them to take them to the hotel. Being on tour was really tiring, one day to the next, same tiring routine, same dull ache on his chest. Being so preoccupied with calming this pain, he didn’t notice how he caught the eye of the guys, sharing worried looks. It had been some time now since Hoseok had started feeling that pain. BTS, being together practically every single day, living in the same house, working on the same company, it was obvious that some of the six of them were bound to notice. Not knowing what was wrong with him, or how to help him was eating away at them.

Now inside the car, Tae and Joon couldn’t stop looking at him, his mouth set in a little triangle and his eyes closed, while his head rested against the cold glass. He hadn’t noticed the growing headache.

“This is getting out of hand, Hyung,” said Namjoon, taking out one of Hoseok’s earphones so that he would know they were talking to him. “Look at yourself, you need to see a doctor.”

Sighing, Hobi sat up and looked at his brothers. Worry was evident in their eyes, Joonie looking at him, and Tae avoiding eye contact as if his life depended on it.

“I told you already, Joonie. I don’t need a doctor. There is nothing wrong with me, my grandma used to feel the same way, so I know it’s nothing serious.”

“You’ve been talking an awful lot about your grandmother lately. What is it?” The leader asked him, not buying his act and being determined to find out the root of the problem.

“I’ve been thinking about some stories she used to tell me when I was little… That’s all, Namjoon. Just some stories about soulmates -“

Taehyung’s head jumped up and both Hoseok and Namjoon looked at him startled. When he had been avoiding any kind of eye contact with Hobi, now his eyes looked at him inquisitively and searching an answer that he already had, it looked like. His body was rock still, not paying any mind to the movement of the car. The hairs on the back of Hoseok’s head were standing and he felt that his throat was going dry.

After a long pause, where Taehyung seemed lost in his own world and the other two looked at him expectantly, the youngest breathed in, and out, and finally seemed to leave his trance.

“Is this a good moment to tell you that I can see the Red String of Fate leaving your chest and that I think that this discomfort of yours comes from your soulmate, or should I wait?”

A/n: Here is the first teaser of Tight Hearts!! I hope you guys liked it!! Let’s chat!!

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[wonkiewolfie]

Drunk Calls || RM

Requested by @hetellsme-sweetlies , and she said “I’m feeling ANGSTYYY. 31 and 92 😈” so here we go.

Prompts -- (#31) “ I fucked up. ” and (#92) “ Are you drunk? ” from [this] prompt list. Requests are still open.

EDIT: I have removed all links from this post because of the issues Tumblr is currently having with links. If you would like to read more of my work, you can access my masterlist from the link in my bio.

I looked at my phone, contemplating whether to dial his number or not. I shrugged, my intoxicated brain telling me it was a good idea. I wanted to get it all off my chest. I tapped his name on my screen, feeling the phone rumble as it rang.

No answer.

It was 3am anyway. He was probably asleep.

I shrugged again.

It went to voicemail, and I decided to go ahead and leave a message. I sat on my bed, slouching comfortably. I let out a deep breath and began talking.

I woke up with the phone still in my hand. I had passed out and awoken, not sure where I was or what I had done the night before. I opened my phone.

5 unread messages. 3 missed calls. 1 voicemail.

“Oh shit,” I sighed, smacking myself in the forehead. My head pounded at the harsh contact.

I opened my texts.

From: Joonie [4:27am] -- I missed your call. Sorry, I just saw it.

From: Joonie [4:27am] -- Are you okay?

From: Joonie [4:28am] -- Are you drunk?

From: Joonie [4:28am] -- Where are you? Do you need me to come get you?

From: Joonie [4:31am] -- Please answer your phone. Are you okay?

I shook my head, sighing. I didn’t even bother listening to the voicemail because I assumed it was more of the same.

What did I do? I was so drunk last night. I was struggling to remember anything after I was dancing with Jimin. I began retracing my steps.

He had convinced me to go out with him to a frat party after I spent a few hours crying over his friend, Namjoon Kim. I had known Namjoon for two years. He was in his second year of college, just like me. He was in the same program as me, majoring in English Lit. He was quiet, and shy, and awkward.

And I was in love with him.

I had finally admitted it to Jimin—and myself—after a night of drinking myself sad. Jimin walked me back to my dorm room, convincing me that I needed to come clean to Namjoon about my feelings. I agreed with him, but as soon as Jimin left me alone, I had called Namjoon.

I smacked myself on the forehead once again, and the force rang through my entire skull. I was now one-hundred percent sure that was not what he meant.

“Dammit,” I groaned loudly. Now, I remembered. “Shit.”

I wish I could remember what I told him. I wish I could remember precisely what I said to him last night. I racked my brain, but I really couldn’t recall the exact words I used. I had an inkling as to what it might have been though.

I resolved myself to sending him a message.

To: Joonie [12:36pm] -- Sorry, I was out with Jimin last night. He got me home. I’m okay now, home safe and sound. Just hungover. Don’t worry.

I decided to send another. Just to be safe.

To: Joonie [12:37pm] -- Just disregard anything I said in that voicemail last night. It was a joke.

I shook my head after hitting send. It was a lame excuse, but it was the best I could think of. I had a sinking feeling about what I had said to him through my voicemail, and it couldn’t have been good.

I decided to take a shower and ignore my phone for a while. Maybe If I ignored the problem, it would go away and things could go back to normal. I relished the feeling of my fingertips massaging my scalp. My tired, aching body relaxing into the hot water pouring from the shower head.

“I am never going out with Jimin again,” I resolved to myself. My voice echoed off the empty bathroom walls.

As the calming shhh came to a stop, I stepped out of the shower, wrapping myself in a warm, plush towel. I hummed at the warm, comforting embrace of the cloth.

I decided to further ignore my ever-pinging phone. Apparently, Namjoon had seen my messages and was responding in excess. As I dressed for my afternoon classes, I continued tuning out my panicking phone. It was vibrating so hard, that it was nearly vibrating itself off of the nightstand.

I sighed, checking my phone. As suspected, all of my messages were from Namjoon. I didn’t open them, deciding to pretend I didn’t see them. My mind was still half intoxicated, or at least hungover, and I wasn’t equipped to handle the reality that I may have spilled my guts to him in one stupid drunken phone call.

After I was fully dressed, I checked my phone again. More messages from Namjoon. Of course.

I opened them, but I didn’t read them, just to clear the notifications from my screen. I made my way out of my room and out of my dorm, mentally deciding to tackle my only class today with as much energy as I could muster.

As I slid into the classroom, I realized I was rather early, moving to sit in the very back corner of the room. It was far from my normal seat, but I was counting on that fact. Namjoon usually cut his arrival time pretty close to the start of class, and I was hoping someone would sit next to me before he got there, effectively hiding me from his view.

No such luck.

Before class started, I felt a silent tap on my shoulder. I looked up to meet the concerned eyes of the man himself, Namjoon Kim.

“Hey, what’s up? You left me on read. I was out of my mind worrying about you all morning,” he said earnestly.

I felt a twinge if a pain in my heart at his words mixed with the sorrowful look in his deep brown eyes. “Sorry, I’m really hungover. I literally rolled out of bed and came to class.” It wasn’t a total lie. I was hungover as fuck. I didn’t tell him that I never even read his messages.

“You could have responded at least... Listen, uh, can I talk to you about your voicemail?” He asked earnestly.

I shook my head, running my hand through my hair roughly. “Can we talk after class?” I was one-hundred percent trying to avoid talking to him.

He bit his full lip, nodding solemnly, but he didn’t push the subject any further.

The professor walked in the classroom not a moment later, ushering in the beginning of class. I tried my best to listen, to glean anything from today’s lesson, but it was hopeless. I felt my eyelids getting heavier once again. Suddenly, I hear a snicker from beside me, and I jolt awake to look at Namjoon, who was covering his mouth to hide his smile. He blushed when I looked at him through bleary vision, clearing his throat and pretending to take notes.

I sat up straight, feeling a sudden wave of nausea rush through me. I tried to swallow it down. I checked the time on my phone; class had thirty minutes left. I can make it, I nodded my head, biting back the urge to vomit on the person in front of me. I felt like I was going to be okay, but all at once, the urge hit me like a tidal wave again.

I quickly and quietly gathered my things. Namjoon gave me a silent puzzled look as I stood wordlessly and exited out the rear door of the classroom.

After making my way to the restroom and retching my guts out, I cleaned myself up in the bathroom sink. I stared myself down in the mirror. You are a mess. I inspected the dark circles under my eyes and huffed out a frustrated groan. My complexion was paler than usual.

I decided to head back to my dorm early. I hadn’t learned anything new in class today anyway, and to be honest, it would be easier to avoid Namjoon this way too.

I picked up my bag off the bathroom floor and exited into the hall. I was making my way toward the building’s exit when I heard him calling my name. I stopped, sighed, and turned to face the music.

“Where are you going?” He asked, jogging up to me. “Class isn’t over.”

I sighed again, “Honestly, I can't make it through the rest of class. You should go back though.”

He threw his arms out in exasperation. “I thought you wanted to talk after class.”

I laughed harshly, my head pounding with the volume of his voice. He had never raised his voice like that toward me, and honestly, today was not the day for it. It hit the wrong nerve today.

“No, Joon. You wanted to talk after class. I wanted to go back to my dorm and nurse this hangover.” My body was slouched, but my voice was biting.

He let his jaw fall slack. I had never raised my voice to him either. I had never used such a harsh tone with him. He recovered quickly though. “Look, I just wanna talk about your voicemail-“

“I don’t remember what I said, Joonie!” I interjected quickly, not ready for the rejection that was sure to come. “I was drunk! It didn’t really mean anything, so why is it so important to talk about?”

“Because it’s important to me!” He yelled louder, commanding my attention. I stared at him, my fists clenching at my sides. “If you don’t remember, I can play it for you! I want to talk to you about this. We need to talk about it.”

I shook my head, looking down at my feet. Tears were stinging at my eyes. I wasn’t ready for the rejection.

Just as he started to speak again, the halls flooded with the bodies of our classmates, effectively silencing him. People kept bumping my shoulders, and I took the opportunity to turn and leave. I spun around on my heel and started toward the exit at a brisk pace.

I heard him calling my name, undoubtedly trying to push past the crowd to get to me. I knew without having to look for myself. I just kept moving, not looking back. I made it out of the building successfully, still struggling to keep my tears in check. As I followed the crowd out onto the lawn, I made my way toward my dorm.

I thought I had evaded him, but I heard my name again. Instinctively, I broke out in a run.

“Stop! Wait!” He called, his voice getting closer.

I knew there was no way I could outrun him, but that didn’t halt my movements. Suddenly, I was pulled to a screeching halt by the hand the reached out to my shoulder.

The movement was urgent and clumsy, knocking Namjoon and I both to the ground because of the momentum. Our bodies tumbled into each other, my bag flying onto the grass a few away. I felt my body ache as I laid on the ground.

I felt my shoulders shake, and I heard my name again. “Are you okay? I didn’t mean to knock you over. I just wanted you to stop running.”

I pushed myself up off of the grass, pushing his hands away from me angrily. “Don’t touch me!”

“I’m sorry!” He quickly apologized, gesturing as if he wanted to help me up but refused to defy me.

I sat back on the grass, finally looking at him. “I fucked up.”

His eyebrows furrowed, “huh?”

I groaned, my head lolling backward to look at the sky. “I shouldn’t have called you last night. I don’t remember what I said, but I have a feeling. I shouldn’t have said it. I didn’t want to tell you and make you hate me.”

“How could I hate you?” He asked suddenly, sounding hurt.

I didn’t respond, closing my eyes and refusing to look at him.

“If I hated you, do you think I would have chased you down so desperately just now?” He asked in disbelief. “Do you think I would have tried so hard to talk to you about this?”

I stayed silent. I didn’t know how to respond at all, so I didn’t move. I didn’t even breathe.

After a few seconds of silence, he sighed. “You love me?”

I nodded silently, still not meeting his gaze. It hurt to confirm it to him somehow.

“And you can't say it sober?” He asked.

Again, I nodded.

He fell quiet for a moment. “Why?”

I took a deep breath, “Because you don’t feel the same.”

“How do you know?” He asked curtly.

“Because you never said anything,” I looked at him seriously, willing myself not to cry.

“You didn’t either,” he pointed out.

“I didn’t mean to anyway.” My eyes fell to look at the grass beneath me.

“You should have.”

I looked up at him, my eyes widened in surprise.

“I’m glad you told me. I may not be able to say it back, but I’m glad you finally said something. Drunk or not.” His smile was small and shy, but his dimples were evident.

I couldn’t help mimicking his expression. “So what does that mean?” My tone was hopeful.

He leaned back on his palms, stretching his legs out in front of him. “It means I want to give it a shot.”

“A shot?” I tilted my head coyly.

“Let’s start with a date.” He nodded decisively. “Next Saturday. We don’t have classes. Let’s get dinner.”

My brows knitted together. “Why do you want to go out with me?”

He smiled again. “Because I like you, too.”

My stomach erupted in butterflies. It wasn’t love, but it was something. That’s enough for now.

“Saturday it is.”

[thatmultifandomhoe]

My Everything - Namjoon

Scenario: You go to a family reunion only to feel uncomfortable with how your family has treated you, and you go home to seek comfort in your boyfriend Namjoon.

Word Count: 2,604

Genre: Fluff

Master List

(gif is not mine, credit goes to its owner/maker)

"And you're doing what nowadays?" Aunt Shelia asked, raising an eyebrow.

Biting my lip, I fiddled with the hair tie I had around my wrist. "I work part time at the library and at the new bookstore downtown."

She glanced at Aunty Marty. They shared a glance before releasing a sigh at the same time. "And here we thought you were going to go places with that college degree of yours. Instead you're working at a bookstore..."

"For part time as well too," Aunty Marty interjected.

I bit the inside of my cheek as they stared down at me. My chest shook as I took a deep breath, my eyes burning as I tried to not cry. This is why I didn't want to come to this stupid family reunion. No matter what I seemed to do, my family knew how to tear my back down as they reminded me where it was that I belonged. In the trash pile.

As aunt Marty opened her mouth I prepared for another verbal attack when there was a sudden crash. It echoed through the building that they had rented for the event, causing everyone to stop what they were doing. Her eyes raced around the room as she chuckled out a fake laugh, gathering the attention on to her. "Don't worry everyone, it's probably just Dicky messing around again."

I rolled my eyes as everyone laughed, wishing that I could escape right now. This was the last place that I wanted to be, especially without Namjoon here. My family, while they didn't love him, they respected that he supported himself, but they hated how he did it. According to them, "being able to speak fast," wasn't a real job. Of course, they never said this to his face, but they made sure to tell me every chance they got.

"Where's your male friend?" Aunt Shelia questioned, watching as her fourth husband loaded up his plate at the buffet line for the second time. Or was it his third?

That was another thing, they never called Namjoon my boyfriend even though I always introduced him as that.

The thought of Namjoon brought a smile to my face. I had to leave early to make it to the family reunion and so he was still sleeping as I was preparing to leave. He looked so adorable with his hair flat and covering his forehead. He woke up as I tried to leave the bed, resulting in him pulling me back down to cuddle for "five more minutes." With him it ended up being every five minutes instead.

"Namjoon's back at home. He's been working on some songs for the new album." I proudly explained. He couldn't tell me much about it, all that he would say was that it was extremely different from the rest of their music, but it still held the same emotion and energy like in their previous concepts. No matter how many times I asked him, he would never tell me a single detail. By the way his eyes lit up every time the album was mentioned, I knew that it was going to be amazing.

"You kids, when the hell are you going to get real jobs?" Aunt Shelia said, breaking my little bubble of happiness. Digging through her pockets she pulled out a lighter and her pack of cigarettes, shaking one out. She glanced up at me and without a thought offered me to take one for myself.

"No thank you," I politely declined.

She rolled her eyes and stuffed it in the back pocket of her jeans. "You'll be taking it the next time I see you." With that lovely encouragement, she went out the side door to go out on the porch. For the quick second that the door was open, chaotic laughter filled the building as half my family continued to drink and smoke.

Stepping away from the door, I glanced around. The only ones left inside were my relatives over the age of seventy. They mingled among themselves, barely even noticing that everyone had gone outside where the alcohol was hidden.

I pulled my phone out of my pocket, smiling down at the text I had received.

From Joonie <3 :

Hope you are having fun!

Love you jagiya

"Oh Namjoon," I whispered.

If he was here he would have made this event bearable. He knew that I disliked being with my family, but I never told him just how much I hated it. He was always encouraging me to spend time with them. He never admitted it, but I had a recurring feeling it was because he himself couldn't always be able to go back to his home whenever he wanted. Normal things, like a family reunion, he had to miss out on because of work.

"Hey kid, move out of the way."

I scooted back as my uncle headed towards the kitchen. He was carrying a red cooler with the top open, revealing empty glass beer bottles. I sighed, glancing down at what I was wearing. Even my own choice in outfit was the exact opposite of everyone else. Since the weather has been so beautiful lately, I thought I'd wear a lilac color sun dress that reached my mid calf with a pair white sandals. It was casual enough for a family gathering, but upon arrival I realized that I was overdressed. Everybody else was wearing oversized jeans and tee shirts.

Pressing my lips together, I reread Namjoon's text. This was the exact opposite of fun. I could be at home, where I was wanted, spending the day with Namjoon when he was finished with his work. I had my own things to do anyway.

With my mind made up, I put my phone into my purse and walked out of the banquet hall that one of my aunts was renting out for the day. Nobody stopped me to ask where I was going, not even a glance was spared in my direction as I settled in the seat of my car. My eyes burned as I was once again reminded that not even my own family truly cared about me. With shaky fingers, I wrote out a reply.

To Joonie <3:

I'm on my way home.

I tossed my phone and purse into the passenger seat and pulled out, leaving my family behind. The wind roared as I drove through the countryside, my phone beeping out as it received a text. Namjoon was probably wondering why I was leaving so early.

All my life, my relatives made sure that I knew I was the odd one out. Unlike my cousins, I didn't sneak out of the house to go to some party that had free beer, or even drugs. I preferred to read and spend my nights binge watching my favorite shows. They on the other hand, would brag about the latest hookup they had. I never knew what it was like to spend the night in a jail cell, I couldn't even begin to count how many of them have.

My family and I were as different as oil and water.

A strained conversation would happen, but any interaction that lasted longer than a few minutes was met with disaster. It was the very reason why my parents were no longer welcomed at these gatherings. You knew it was bad when the worst of the worst banned you from parties. The only reason I was still invited was because they were gossips. They wanted to know everything without having to actually interact with the person.

Shaking my head, I rested it against my palm, keeping my right hand on the wheel. The drive home went fairly fast, most likely because I wasn't dreading to be there. But most importantly, I knew Namjoon would be waiting for me inside my apartment.

I quickly made my way up to the second floor and was unlocking the door when I realized that Namjoon wasn't here. All the lights were turned off as well as my radio that I always left on. My shoulders slouched the further I walked. I had been looking forward to curling up on the couch while he rubbed circles into my back.

"Well, this sucks," I muttered, walking into my bedroom. I was out of my dress in a flash, slipping on one of Namjoon's shirts that stopped at the middle of my thighs when I noticed the paper sitting on my pillow. Curious, I turned the lamp on, smiling as I read the note.

Y/N,

Yoongi hyung had some lyrics he wanted to go over with me.

I may be late so please don't wait up for me. I know visiting your

family can make you exhausted.

Love,

Namjoon.

"Ahh Joonie," I spoke, padding my way into the kitchen for a glass of water, turning the radio back on. "You know me too well."

The soft music floated through the rooms as I left the bedroom door open. Taking a couple sips, I placed the glass on the nightstand and curled up on Namjoon's side. He slept over so much that his lingered even when he was gone on tour. It might not have been what I was picturing to come home to, but it was better than nothing.

A loud bang echoed throughout the apartment followed by an audible swear, waking me from my sleep. Even in my exhausted state I couldn't help but grin. I should have left at least one light on for Namjoon.

"Y/N, did I wake you?" Namjoon whispered.

Rolling over, I shoved my hair back as he turned on the lamp. He was kicking off his timber lands as he pulled off his white tee-shirt, blessing me with the sight of his shirtless body. He was toned from all the extra work he put into learning the dances, but he wasn't buffed out like Kookie is. Jonnie was leaner and there was no other way I wanted him.

"Oh I did, didn't I? I'm sorry baby."

I shook my head, as he slipped on a pair of sweatpants, and began to take his jewelry off.

"It's fine. How'd it go with Yoongi?"

Namjoon ran a hand through his sandy blond hair. It had been a shock when he arrived home with the new hair color, but it suited him perfectly, making his already naturally tan skin seem tanner.

"It went fantastic, and that's all you get to know."

Rolling my eyes, I glanced over at the clock and chewed on my lower lip. It was one in the morning. "Hey Joonie," I hesitantly called out. He raised an eyebrow at me, his dark brown eyes curious. "Is it too late for cuddles?"

His face soften as he got under the blankets but sat up with his back against the headboard. "Aw, of course not baby," he held his arms out. "C'mere."

With a small smile I crawled over to him, placing my head on his chest. He pulled my legs onto his lap and wrapped his arms around me, his fingers playing with the hem of his shirt that I wore. "Thank you Joonie, I really needed this."

He kissed my forehead as he stroked my hair. "How did the family reunion go?"

"They're a bunch of asses," I mumbled. I placed my hand in his stomach, lightly tracing shapes against his skin, enjoying how he shivered at my touch.

"Aw baby, what happened?"

His arms around me tightened as he tugged me closer. For some reason the one simple action brought tears to my eyes. For my entire life, i always wondered what happened to make them hate me in such a way. I tried to not let it get to me. Apparently my emotions had other plans.

I sniffed. "They hate me Joonie. I'm not like them and they don't even tried to hide their feelings." I wiped away at the stupid tears that continued to fall. "It hurts Namjoon."

"Why do you think they hate you baby?"

"They're just mean people." I shook my head, lifting it off Namjoon's chest and covered my face with my hands, crying. "I'm sorry that I'm letting them get to me. It's just so hard not too."

"Hey, hey. Don't cry baby." His soft hands gently pulled my chin up. I tried to keep from meeting his eyes, but every time I looked away from him he shifted so I was forced to look at him. My heart was hammering away in my chest, from the way my family made me feel and how loving Namjoon was acting as he wiped away my tears with his thumbs. It was a double whammy. "Do I need to beat someone's ass for you?"

A laugh erupted out of my throat, but due to my crying it sounded strangled. "As wonderful as that would be, you're so much better then them. It's not your fault I'm related to white-trash." I rested my head back against the crook of his neck. I never called my relatives that in front of Namjoon before. Reaching out, I hesitated to take Namjoon's hand in mine and interlace our fingers together. For some reason, just saying that sentence made me worry that Namjoon would be disgusted by me.

He gave my hand a squeeze, bringing it up to his mouth to kiss my knuckles. "If it ever came down to your happiness, I'd take on the world for you Y/N." Namjoon tightened his grip on me, bringing me even further into his lap. "You are my everything, I hate seeing you upset."

I took a shaky breath as he rested his chin against my hair. New tears sprang forward but this time for a completely different reason. No matter what my family said, Namjoon was the greatest thing to come into my life. He was the reason I smiled, why I never gave up when college became too much at times. He was the one person that I thought of as soon as I woke up and before I fell asleep.

"It's your decision, but I don't want you going to their get togethers if they make you feel this way." He leaned back and in the process hit the headboard. I couldn't help the giggle that escaped, this time sounding more genuine. His lips pulled up into a smile. "There's that beautiful sound I love to hear."

I pressed my palm against his cheek, shifting so that my legs straddled his hips. He raised an eyebrow but all I could see in his eyes was his love. He kept one hand on my hip, the other sliding up till it rested on the middle of my back.

"Thank you," I whispered.

Namjoon pressed a kiss against my forehead, his lips lingering. I wrapped my arms around his shoulders enjoying this precious moment. No matter how many late nights he spent recording or in the dance studio with Hobi, he always found time for the two of us. He never let me feel forgotten or second choice.

He was my life, my family...my everything in this world.

[becausetheysing]

Hello! Can I have a BTS reaction of them cheating on their s/o and breaking up and her moving on and them trying to get her back? Something angst! Thank you!!😘

Yes yes~ I’ll make it super angsty. 

Also, I tend to make (Y/n) a girl, since I-myself-am a girl. If y’all fellas have a request please don’t be shy~ Tell me you would like a request where (Y/n) is a male, I don’t want y’all to feel left out. 

BTS: Reaction to cheating on you and breaking up with you. You move on and they try to get you back. But they can’t have you back because… (aka the longest title in history)

♥Jin: What was wrong with him? How could he do such an awful thing to the most beautiful, genuinely sweet person in the world? He betrayed the definition of perfect. How could he ever convince you to come back to him? After a long hard day of work and overthinking, he headed to the apartment you shared many memories in. The same “Welcome” mat was in front of the door, and he almost immediately cried. He thought of all the times he’s tripped over that thing, and the times you’d cutely stomp your wet shoes on it before walking inside.

He had the balls to knock on that door. He tapped his foot as he counted the seconds it took for the door to be answered. Staring at the ground he thought of running, but it was too late when he saw light in front of him. He lifted his head and went to speak, but there he saw a shirtless man, running his fingers through his hair.

“Babe? Who is it?” Your voice sounded from the kitchen. Jin’s heart shattered to pieces. 

“Uhmm… Just tell her this is for her.” Jin said in a soft voice before lifelessly blowing a kiss. He then turned and walked away.

♥Yoongi: He knew he messed up. He knew from the start that it was a bad idea. But he was possessed by another woman, and intoxicated. It’s been months since he’s seen you and with each passing minute he felt himself breaking apart from the inside out. He needed you, he craved your sweet sweet smiles and kisses. He knew how you’d react, he knew he’d only get pushed away but he had to try. He missed you, and he still loved you.

He walked up to your front door, but there was a vacant sign. He went on a crazy hunt for you, asking all your friends and parents what couldn’t happened to you. But all they did was give him dirty looks. 

“Why don’t you check the bone-yard? You filthy dog.” Your father responded to him. But what Yoongi didn’t understand was, the truth in that statement. His last destination, the graveyard, is where he fell to pieces. A tombstone that had your name was the last thing he expected. You were killed in an accident. Yoongi felt as if he truly did betray you. If he didn’t leave you, maybe this wouldn’t have happened. Or maybe you both would’ve gotten killed and he’d still be happily with you wherever you ended up. 

Hey laid next to your grave and cried silently, occasionally letting out whimpers and slowly falling into a deep sleep.  

♥Namjoon: It all started with that party. He remembered clearly, the words you spoke to him before he left. “Be careful Joonie~ Don’t drink too much. Call me when you need to pick me up. And no other girls ok?” Your voice was so sweet, how could he promise you he’d stay loyal to your words, but break it so easily? He met a tall, blonde girl at the party. Nice legs, nice breasts, how could he resist? After that night, it slowly became more than just sex. And he told you about it. He felt so right but so wrong. And after a month of not seeing you, he realized he seriously fucked up.

He was in deep emotional shit. Staring at his lifeless self in the mirror. Scruff outlining his face and the scent of alcohol lingering in the air. He felt petite arms wrap around him and he felt angry. It was her fault that he left the most wonderful woman in the world. He threw her arms off him and ran outside. White t-shirt, red boxers, and no cares in the world. He wanted you back.

He drove to your house, crying and thinking of what to say. His mind was scrambled. He got to your house, and eyed you as you pulled fresh oranges out of the orange tree you raised together since you were kids. He smiled big, but his smile completely went away when he saw a man come up behind you and hug you tight. He was squeezing you and spinning you, and you were genuinely laughing. You moved on. His heart broke into the tiniest pieces and he watched you for a long time before driving up a mountain, somewhere he went with you all the time to forget the bad things in life.  

 ♥Hoseok: You were his hope. And that’s saying a lot, considering he WAS hope himself. You’ve helped him through so much, the good and the bad, and you never left his side. But he left yours. A 3 month long tour, and he met a girl in Jamaica. God was she beautiful. But no matter how beautiful he thought she was, his mind kept wondering back to you. He loved how happy and bright you were all of the time. How shameless you were, and how you were just yourself all of the time.

His Jamaican girlfriend moved to Seoul to be with him, but he felt wrong about it. As he laid in bed with her arms wrapped around him, he thought of you, sleeping all cute and cuddled up to that teddy bear he bought you when you were sick. He started to smile and noticeably, he started crying. He kissed his girlfriend to try and forget. After a ton of perfect kisses, he made his decision. “I don’t love you.” He told her honestly. He stood up and got dressed. He had to see your beautiful smile even if you just rejected him. He stopped at a store for flowers, where he strangely ran into you. “(Y/n)…” He whispered and grabbed your hands, tearing up. “Baby it’s me-it’s Hobi-” He was cut off when a man wrapped his arm around your neck. 

“Is this guy bothering you darling?” The man spoke to you in such a way that made Hoseok want to strangle him. Of course, he wouldn’t go to such measures.

“No, I think he’s just confused…” You gave Hoseok a sympathetic look, but you couldn’t forget what he did to you. So you shook his hands off and wrapped your arm around your boyfriends torso. “Let’s go.” You walked off with him, not even caring to glance back. You left Hoseok there, wrecked as if he’d just been hit by lightening. 

♥Jimin: It’s like he was being haunted. Every time he slept, or had sex with his girlfriend, or ate a meal… anything he did, he thought of you. He thought he was over you. So he decided to go to see you. He wanted to tell you how he felt, and that he wanted you to get out of his head. But the second he saw your gorgeous face, he started remember. He was so, helplessly in love. “Oh, Jimin? Do you need something?” The way you spoke to him as if nothing happened between you hurt him so much. 

“(Y/n) do you hate me?” He asked, his voice cracking. You just smiled in response.

“You know I don’t hate anyone. I… I hate what you did. But, Jimin I’m over it. We just weren’t meant to be is all.” You said while putting potted flowers on shelves in your flower shop that you once owned together. He panicked as you spoke. You were over him?? 

“No, (Y/n) I still love-” He was cut off by the bell, letting you know a customer entered the building. 

“Oh~ Hi baby!” You said with the cutest tone that drove Jimin crazy. Only this time, the crazy it drove him was negative. He saw you run into the arms of a guy he’s never seen before. He was so heart broken.

“I’ll leave…” He said quietly, in his deep accented voice before storming out of the building. 

♥Taehyung: He tapped his pencil against his lined paper gently, getting more furious as time passed by. He was writing out a list. he was hoping that writing out a list of all the bad things you’ve done to him would help him forget about you so he could go along with his new girlfriend. He couldn’t think of a single thing. All he thought of was positives. The time you picked him up from dance practice with Boba tea, and all the times you stood backstage just to hear the same songs over and over again, all for him. Every sound you made, every step you took. Every time your soft lips touched his own.

He started melting into his thoughts, and he laid his head on his paper that had a single word on it, “(Y/n).” He started chuckling every time he thought of a cute memory. His eyes filled with tears, and soon his paper was soaked. He could no longer write on it. He grabbed his phone and chewed on his lip roughly. He stared at your contact, which still had that cursed picture of you two kissing. He hesitantly but surely clicked the call button. 

Ring… ring… rin- “Hello? Taehyungie?” You answered the phone in a tired. voice.

“(Y/n)… I uh, I know it’s late… But I wanted to talk to you…” He mumbled.

“Yeah sure, hold on just a sec. Hey baby, I’ll be right there let me just take this call.” You spoke away from the phone, but Taehyung clearly heard you. His breath hitched and he thought he lost himself for a moment. 

“Baby?” He carefully asked.

“Yeah, I’m going out tonight for my 2 month with my boyfriend. Anyway, what was it that you needed?” You asked through the phone. He couldn’t answer. He quickly hung up the phone and started to slowly hyperventilate. How could this happen to him? He officially lost the best thing that has ever happened to him…

♥Jungkook: He was paralyzed. Standing in front of a woman he thought he loved, and holding her hands, his voice caught in his throat. The audience waited a whole minute before his wife-to-be cleared her throat at him. He refocused, and immediately said, “I can’t marry you.” He let go of her hands. He knew the real love of his life was probably laying on her couch, watching some sad movie like she did the past 2 months after the breakup.

He knew he cheated, he knew he did wrong but he needed to get you back, he was determined. He walked into your work, remembering your exact days and hours. As he stood in front of your office door, his soul left his body. There was a table set up with pictures and notes. Flowers even. His voice became uneven and he asked one of your coworkers where you were.

“You didn’t know? Well she… she died a few weeks ago. I heard it was suicide but I’m not too sure.” She said nonchalantly and shrugged. She then continued on her day, not caring about the boy who was having a practical mental breakdown in the office. He cried in front of the table, staring at a specific picture of you and him. He couldn’t believe that picture even still existed. 

“Gone…” He whispered to himself over and over again as he slowly realized that he truly lost you for good. He let his world slip right through his fingers. When he went home that night, he sat in front of a candle in the middle of his room, that being the only light source he got. It was your favorite scent. “I’m sorry (Y/n)… I’ll see you soon.” And a trigger was pulled.

[theally-8]

Young Forever: Youth is over. Jungkook centric. Chapter 5.

Namjoon unlocked the door, shutting it with one hand while the other hand had a bag hanging off it. The leader of the band peaked his head into the living room, smiling softly at the maknae who had his headphones on and his head buried in a comic book. The youngest looked up, almost as if he knew that the older boy was there and took one headphone off.

"Hey Joonie-hyung." The youngest greeted happily. Namjoon walked over and plonked himself down next to his dongsaeng, placing the carrier bag on the floor and throwing an arm around the younger boy. The maknae giggled softly and smiled.

"What's in the bag hyung?" Jungkook asked tilting his head slightly, giving an almost angelic look off. Namjoon picked the bag up and passed it to the younger boy, smiling softly. Jungkook opened the bag and inside was a large box. He picked the box out of the bag and turned it on its side, so that he could read it properly.

Jungkook read the side quickly before looking back at his hyung. "Why do we need a whiteboard Joonie-hyung?" The youngest questioned. Namjoon smiled softly before taking the whiteboard out of the mane’s hands. "We promised you we'd do a bucket list remember? I figured we'd be able to write everything you want to do on here, so we can tick them off once we've completed them."

The youngest smiled and opened his mouth to speak but was interrupted by the others walking through the door, the three youngest making the most noise, while the two oldest looked like they were going to kill them. Jimin came bounding over to the youngest and the leader, throwing himself over their laps, knocking the breath out of the youngest who wasn't expecting to be launched on.

"Jimin." Seokjin cried out looking at the youngest who was rubbing his stomach slightly. Namjoon gently pushed the third youngest of the settee before grabbing the maknae's hand. "You okay?" He asked running his hand through the youngest's curly hair. Jungkook smiled softly, leaning into the older boys hand before nodding softly, sending reassuring looks towards the rest of his hyungs who all looked worried.

"Namjoonie-hyung, why don't you tell them what you bought today?" Jungkook spoke up, looking to take the attention of himself. All of the hyungs attention turned to leader who explained what he bought and why, all besides Yoongi who frowned at the youngest boy. The maknae smiled innocently at his second oldest hyung but it didn't fool the grampa of the band.The two boys frowned at each other for a moment, until Taehyung turned around to his only dongsaeng.

"Kookie-ah, what do you want to do first?" Jungkook thought for a second before he sat up his eyes glinting. The hyungs, besides Taehyung, all looked at each other wearly after seeing the mischief in the youngests eyes, Taehyung just grinned, he'd follow Jungkook to the moon and back if he could.

"I want a group tattoo." The youngest declared happily. Hoseok sucked a breath in through his nose, scared at what the youngest wanted them all to get. Jimin and Taehyung looked at each other with a knowing look, which only really the maknae line understood, before shouting that they agreed with the youngest.

"How big?" Seokjin asked wearily.

The maknae reached for his phone and typed something in on it before passing it to the oldest hyung, who smiled softly at the younger boy’s choice. Namjoon held his hand out for the phone himself, to check that he approved too. Like Seokjin, he began smiling too. It was a blue butterfly with 'BTS forever' written above it.

After some coaxing of Hoseok, the seven boys agreed that getting a group tattoo was written on top of the whiteboard. Jungkook grabbed his phone from where Hoseok had placed it on his knee and began searching for other ideas.

“I also want to see the Northern Lights, Yugy told me he saw them a couple of years back and apparently they're brilliant."

Jimin grabbed the pen from where it was on the floor and wrote it on the whiteboard, looking up at the younger observantly.

"Collab with the Got7 hyungs and Yugyeom."

Seokjin made a mental note to message Jaebum about that one.

"Go camping on the beach"

Taehyung nudged Jimin to write it down.

"Release a new album."

Namjoon and Yoongi nodded, the latter coming to sit next to Jimin and Taehyung. Seokjin and Hoseok sat against the settee, right next to Namjoon and Jungkook's legs.

"Go to a nightclub"

Seokjin and Namjoon looked weary but the 95liners grinned at each other, Jimin quickly scribbling it down.

"Visit the UK and perform there."

Namjoon nodded, mentally reminding himself to tell the management.

"Perform one last time, in front of our fans, all of our parents, in Busan."

Jimin smiled softly, the corners of his eyes creasing up gently.

"Go on a road trip around America"

Seokjin nodded his head.

"Meet with the boys from the American Hustle Life  show again."

Taehyung and Jimin shared grins at the thought of meeting Tony once again

"Go to Disney Land"

“Have a water balloon fight with Got7 and Seventeen”

The youngest stared and thought for a few moments before grinning widely.

“Spend three days without any Wi-Fi or electronics!”

That received multiple groans from the boys sat near him but the idea was written down, mindlessly.

“Own a fish”

Namjoon chuckled softly, shooting Seokjin a look.

“Ride a Mechanical Bull”

Taehyung burst out laughing at the image of the youngest boy flying of a mechanical bull.

“Be Part of a Flashmob”

Now it was Yoongi’s turn to laugh, the second oldest could imagine it right there and right then; the youngest dancing along to one of the girl group songs while walking through a store.

They added a few more ideas before Jimin announced they had run out of room; they had at least twenty ideas in total, the six hyungs adding some as well. The youngest grinned softly, and it was then that he truly showed his real age, he was so use to acting older than he was that he had forgotten how to act like a child.

Jimin smiled softly, knowing how much the youngest was such a sweetheart and was still only a child. The seven boys sat there smiling at each other, all of them determined to get this done for the youngest boy, he deserved it after all. He'd been so brave over these past few years when he'd left his family at such a young age and was thrown in with people he didn't know. He always did know how to make them proud.

They ordered the bucket list in order and to which ones they could do now and which ones couldn’t be done for a while yet. Between the seven of them, they decided that the first thing they would do is to camp on the beach, that night be exact. The seven of them packed the essentials such as food and clothes for the next morning and then Namjoon, Jimin and Hoseok ventured in to the attic to get the tent out.

Jungkook, Seokjin and Taehyung were all helping pack the trailer up, the two older boys making sure that the youngest only carried the lighter items, so that he didn't tire himself out before they even got there. Jungkook began yawning softly so Seokjin sent him inside to go find Yoongi.

The maknae continued yawning as he walked towards his hyungs room. He stuck his head around the half opened door and smiled softly at the sight of the older boy bobbing his head along to his music, completely unaware that his dongsaeng was watching him. The maknae slowly crept in to the room, sitting down on his hyungs bed, shuffling closer to Yoongi, who looked up and smiled, removing his headphones.

"Hey, Jungkookie." The second eldest spoke, wrapping an arm around the skinnier boy. The maknae cuddled in to his hyung, who had been fiercly protective of him recently. "Jinnie-hyung sent me up to see what you was doing." Jungkook giggled, rubbing his eyes with his hand.

"Tired, Kookie?" Yoongi questioned looking worryingly at the maknae, he'd been sleeping a lot recently, even more than Yoongi himself. Jungkook yawned softly, nodding. Yoongi frowned softly seeing the youngests response. He began thinking for a while before he scooped the lighter boy in his arms and getting out of the bed, making his way downstairs.

Jungkook let a startled yelp out at the older boys strength, before looking over Yoongi's shoulder as they made their way down the stairs. The second oldest didn't speak a word to Hoseok, Namjoon or Jimin who just watched the two with curious eyes. Jungkook shrugged slightly at his three hyungs before he felt himself be put down on the kitchen chair.

Yoongi filled the kettle up before making himself and the maknae a cup of coffee, milk and sugar included. "Need you to stay awake for us." Yoongi answered grinning at the youngest over his own cup of coffee. The sweet silence was broken by Jimin and Taehyung bounding in the kitchen, racing to the two's side.

"Jinnie-hyung says we have to go, otherwise it'll be dark when we get there. " Taehyung spoke quickly grabbing the maknae's hand, just after he had put the empty cup of coffee down and pulling him along to the car, making sure that he didn't go at his usual pace. Jimin and Yoongi shook their heads softly at the enthusiasm of the second youngest, Yoongi grabbed his empty cup and the makane's cup before rinsing them quickly. He slung an arm over Jimin's arms and the two followed in the footsteps of the two maknae's who had left moments before.

Since, they were the last two to arrive, they found themselves shoved in the trailer surrounded by the tent and all of their items that they needed. Namjoon and Seokjin were in the driver's seat and the passengers seat, Jungkook was squished in the middle in the back with Hoseok and Taehyung surrounding him. The seven began making their way to the beach, the atmosphere was a lot different to when they went a mere week or so ago, the bonds between the seven had been weakened and strengthened at the same time.

The drive there didn't take long at all and before they knew it they were trying to put the tent up, Seokjin and Jungkook were in charge of the instructions whereas the others followed the oldest and youngests every command. Jungkook giggled softly, watching his five hyungs try (and fail miserably) to try and put a tent up.

The maknae eventually got fed up of his hyungs suffering and made them all go get the stuff out of the trailer, while he put it up himself. Within fifteen minutes the tent was up and the hyungs were left staring in bewilderment at the maknae. After shaking themselves out of their daze, they began helping the maknae put there stuff inside of the tent, complaining when the maknae picked up a bag that they knew was heavy.

Namjoon soon put a stop to the dancing by telling the third oldest and third youngest to go get the firewood for their meal, throwing Hoseok the car keys. Even as they began walking away to the car, they could still be heard giggling and laughing at each other. Jungkook smiled softly, shaking his head at what he had created. Taehyung walked over to him, carrying a blanket in his head and spread the blanket over the three of them, making sure to tuck it into Jungkook, as the maknae sat in between his fourth eldest and his eldest hyung. Tae smiled softly raising his hand to sweep Jungkook's hair out of his eyes, before kissing him softly on the forehead.

Kookie smiled softly, squeezing his hyungs hand before pushing him away jokingly. Seokjin smiled softly watching the interaction between the two and wrapped his arm around the maknae's shoulders. The five of them sat in peace, in the doorway of the tent, the heat coming from Namjoon and Seokjin lulled them into silence. watching the sun begin to join with the sea to become one.

Yoongi kept looking towards the sun, the rare smile which he kept reserved for his brothers crept upon his face and stayed locked on as the colours in the sky began mixing together creating a shade of shimmering pink and orange. The silence was broken by Taehyung's stomach growling and the four other boys laughed loudly, the rays of the sun creating a cheerful and memorable atmosphere.

Luckily for Taehyung's stomach, it wasn't much longer when the two missing boys returned with a sack full of wood. The second youngest jumped out of the pit of warmth to help his hyungs with the wood, so they could have the food sooner rather than later. Within just a few minutes, they had the fire crackling to life and the others moved closer her to it so that they could tend to the meat.

It didn't take long before the meat was ready and the seven boys were digging in, well six of them were, Jungkook was eating his slowly, not wanting to rush it down in case he vomited it back up. Twenty minutes later and all of the meat had been eaten and the seven boys were spread out amongst the small fire, Jungkook was curled in to Yoongi's side, the maknae making himself much smaller than he already was. Jimin jumped up suddenly making his way towards the back of the car before throwing a bag towards Seokjin who jumped lightly when it hit him.

Namjoon grabbed the bag and laughed softly ripping it open and grabbing on of the remaining sticks, before putting a marshmellow on the end of it then passing it to the others. Jungkook grabbed his and began roasting it quickly. Sadly, the marshmallows didn't last long, to Hoseok dismay. Yoongi began telling a story, his chest vibrating from where Jungkook had his head rested and the sound and familiar smell lulled the youngest in to a peaceful sleep.

It was Seokjin that realised that the maknae was fast asleep, the oldest hushing the younger boys quietly. They stayed outside the tent until the last smouldering ashes died out before Yoongi picked Jungkook up and Namjoon picked Seokjin up who had fallen asleep against him and the seven of them made their way into the tent, burrowing inside the warmth between them, they couldn't be separated and that's how they fell asleep.