#pearl-milk-tae

[httpjeon]

FISH ARE FRIENDS — KTH (M.)

synopsis. after moving to the seaside, there is a dreadful storm. when all is clear, a man washes up on shore...only he isn’t quite human.

pairing. taehyung/reader genre. angst, smut, fluff au. hybrid!au wordcount. 10,605 contents. seahorse hybrid!taehyung, possessiveness, mating kink, lots of kissing, fingering, size kink, taes big dick as usual, cunnilingus, slight pain kink, multiple orgasms, squirting, overstimulation, blow job, UNEDITED note. this is the result of the fic title game i’ve been playing! thank you to whoever sent in the title ‘fish are friends’

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You sighed as you dropped the last cardboard box onto the floor with a muffled thud. Placing your hands on your hips, you let out a few deep breaths to allow yourself to relax after moving everything on your own. Looking around, you felt a sense of dread flow through you at the reminder of having to unpack everything as well.

You left your door open, letting the sound of seagulls and ocean waves waft in along with the tangible scent of seasalt. Inhaling, you allowed a smile to drift over your face.

You couldn’t believe that you had actually left the city, after living in it all your life. You felt so light and free, unable to keep the giddy feeling down as you began to unpack the essential things -- your bedding, bathroom sundries, and kitchen utensils so you could eat. Although, as you stood in your sparsely decorated kitchen, you realized you didn’t actually have any food to eat at all. Tossing your head back, you let out a low groan. The sun was already beginning to set so you quickly grabbed your purse and keys, intending to rush to the grocery store before it closed for something to get you through the night and morning.

The town was pretty small, a main grocery store and a few other shops located on a strip. It was the kind of place where everybody knew everyone and when you stepped out of the car, you could feel the eyes on you as people assessed the newcomer. Throwing a few polite smiles, you ducked into the grocery store.

“Welcome!” the nearest cashier waved, a smile on his delicate face.

“Hi,” you greeted softly with a nod as you glanced up at the aisle signs above your head.

Grabbing a basket, you first went to the cereal aisle -- breakfast foods were always your main source of snacking. Going over a mental list in your head, you decided cereal, milk, ramen, break and some lunch meats would suffice until you could do some genuine food shopping.

“Did you find everything okay?” the young man asked as you approached the counter.

“I did, thank you,” you smiled, glancing at his nametag. Jungkook.

“Hey!” someone called from behind you, making you look over your shoulder, “You just moved here right?”

“Um...yeah,” you smiled, holding your hand out, “I’m _____.”

“Jimin!” he beamed, “And that’s Jungkook, a buddy of mine. Everyone here is kind of...friends, you know?”

You nodded, “Yeah, small towns.”

“Your total is $32.50,” Jungkook said, “Hey Jimin.”

You pulled out your wallet to fish your card from the slot before placing it into the chip reader. The two of them chatted a bit about something you weren’t interested in listening to as you put your pin in. The machine dinged with your card approval and Jungkook handed your receipt to you.

“Hey, hang on a minute!” Jimin called before you could walk off.

Turning, you watched him urge Jungkook to scan his item quickly -- a gallon of milk. He paid in cash and quickly rushed after you, taking one of the extra bags from your hands.

“Thanks,” you smiled, leading him towards your car.

“So, where did you move to?” he asked, “I live around the corner from here.”

“Oh, I live over on Pearl Ave,” you said, opening your trunk to place your items in.

“Cool, right on the shore, huh?” he smiled, “Where are you from?”

“I lived in Sunhua,” you replied, “Born and raised.”

“What the hell’d you leave a city for?” he chuckled, slamming your trunk shut for you.

You shrugged, “I finished college so...I just figured a change in scenery would do me good.”

“Really? What’s your major?” he asked, leaning back against your car.

“Hybrid Studies,” you smiled.

He opened his mouth to reply but there was a low rumble from the sky.

The both of you looked up, simultaneously realizing it had gotten much darker with the arrival of storm clouds.

“Shit, I better get home,” he sighed, “Hoseok absolutely hates thunder and if I don’t get home I won’t hear the end of it for 3 months.”

You laughed, waving him goodbye, “It was nice meeting you, Jimin!”

“Ditto!” he grinned, tossing a smile over his shoulder as he began to jog down the sidewalk, milk jug in hand.

By the time you pulled into your driveway, it was beginning to sprinkle. You hurried inside with your belongings -- putting the milk and meat in the refrigerator. Outside, the thunder rumbled a bit louder, signaling the storm getting closer.

Unfortunately, no one had gotten around to hooking up your TV cable or internet so all you had was to sit on your phone until it was a reasonable time to get ready for bed. When you got out of the shower, you could hear the roof being pelted by the downpour of rain. After putting your bedding on, you stopped by the double doors of your bedroom that led to a small balcony. Pulling one open with a small creak, you were greeted with a view of the ocean in the midst of the storm.

The waves crashed angrily against the shore, the sound of the water amplified due to the force of the impact. The sky was pitch blank, the moon and stars obscured by the storm clouds. The only outside light you got with the flashes of lightning that came from within the clouds.

After a particularly loud crack of thunder startled you, you decided to slip back inside, making sure to lock the door in case the wind could throw it open in the night.

When you woke up, it wasn’t to beautiful sunshine. Gray clouds still hung over the sky, pelting the Earth in a light rain drizzle. You sighed and sat up, stretching your muscles.

When you got downstairs, you suddenly realized you never pulled your coffee maker from its box. So, you had to sit there and search through your boxes until you found the one labeled as containing your appliance.

You grumbled listlessly to yourself as you hooked it up and filled the reservoir with water. As you listened to the coffee drip into the carafe, you fixed yourself a bowl of cereal. It was quiet except for the rain and coffee drip.

In the city, the silence would have been filled with the honking of horns and shouts of people on the street which would eventually drive you mad. But here, now, it was peaceful and serene.

By the time you finished your cereal, the coffee was ready and you xoed yourself a cup before making your way to the door, pushing it open before closing it with just the screen door to allow the air to drift through your house.

Taking a seat on the little chair you’d placed in the corner with a small glass table, you relaxed. You took a couple sips of coffee before looking out across the beach, squinting against the rain.

However, you paused when you saw a dark form across the shore. The angry waves crashed against it, pushing it across the sand.

Standing up, you hopped down the stairs and into the rain, uncaring of how cold it was against your skin. Looking around, you didn’t see anyone else standing outside.

The waves crashed forward again and the thing on the shore rolled, making you gasp. It was definitely human.

Running forward, you winced at how sharp the rain felt against your skin. The sand was coarse beneath your feet but you didn’t take notice of it.

Coming to a stop, you knelt beside the person; a man.

Well, sort of.

“What the…” you whispered, taking a good look at him.

He was completely naked, thankfully face down in the sand. He had a small fin on the center of his back, lying limply as it stuck to his skin. On the exterior length of his arms and legs he had little spines that protruded from his skin. Rolling him over, you avoided looking down as you assessed him for any injury.

Cupping his face, you hissed at how cold his skin was. Moving his bangs aside revealed a small cut across his forehead that was still steadily seeping blood. Leaning down, you pressed your ear to his chest, quickly detecting a heartbeat.

Sighing in relief, you desperately looked around in hopes of finding something to help you. The rain was beginning to come down harder and thunder rumbled above, making you curse. You were already thoroughly soaked from the waves crashing against you. They only began to get more violent, however, easily knocking you down and jostling his limp body.

“Sorry about this,” you whispered to the unconscious hybrid as you slid your hands under his armpits to haul him up the beach towards your house.

By the time you reached the shelter of your patio, it was a full on downpour once again. The hybrid was still limp, deadweight.

You didn’t care about your carpet getting wet as you laid him down, rushing to your bathroom closet to fetch a couple towels. When you returned, you set to drying him off, frowning as you watched goosebumps rise over his skin from the chill he no doubt felt.

You pulled a throw blanket you had on the back of the couch down to toss over him.

The next thing you needed to do was tend to that wound on his head. You knew you had a first aid kit around, it took some rifling through boxes to locate it.

The poor hybrid was still out cold and you were beginning to worry about how much damage had really been done beyond a cut. You’d have to see if the town had a hybrid doctor located somewhere.

You set to cleaning the wound, getting the sand and debri out of it before applying ointment to promote healing. Since it was across his head, a bandaid wouldn’t work so you settled for some gauze and a bandage wrapped around his head to keep it in place.

Sighing, you sat back, resting against the wall as you stared down at him.

A marine hybrid. You couldn’t believe you had a marine hybrid in your house.

They were the rarest species of hybrid -- virtually impossible to find although they were being seen as pets as time passed. Illegal hunting and capturing as people grew increasingly interested in owning an ‘exotic���, ‘rare’ hybrid.

Just having him in your home was a crime and you prayed that none of your neighbors were nosy and watched you drag a body into your house.

The best you could guess was that he was a seahorse hybrid judging by the little horns in his hair and the little fins on his temples that were otherwise obscured by his hair.

You stood up, wincing as your knees cracked from sitting on the floor for too long. Walking quietly, you grabbed your phone and looked up a hybrid doctor nearby.

Much to your dismay, the town did not have one and the nearest was over an hour away. Sighing, you stepped back out onto the porch to grab your coffee cup.

You kept peeking around the wall to check if the hybrid was still there as you fixed yourself another cup.

It was just a little past noon by now and you were already exhausted. Taking a seat on the couch, you began to google information about seahorse hybrid. Your major was Hybrid Studies but unfortunately you’d focused on ecological side of domesticated hybrids. You knew virtually nothing about marine hybrids beyond being able to identify them.

As expected, there was very little resources available on seahorse hybrids. All you could find was that they were fragile species and exceptionally terrible swimmers but still preferred to be near water although they survived just fine outside it. There were 45 subspecies of seahorse, though you had no idea what one the stranger would be.

It continued to rain as the hours passed and eventually you succumbed to boredom and fell asleep.

You were awoken by soft groans, however, shortly after you dozed off. Glancing over, you gasped as you watched the hybrid squirm where he laid, slowly waking up. You dove to the floor, sitting on your knees as you watched his eyes flutter open.

Deep brown irises locked with yours. He inhaled sharply and sat up so fast you fell backwards onto your butt to avoid being hit by him.

“Whoa, hey,” you whispered as he groaned and clutched his head, no doubt hurting himself from moving like that, “You got hurt, washed up on shore.”

He looked at you with a frown on his face, his brows furrowed together as he looked around. He eyed the boxes and the couch, leaning to the side to peer into the doorway of the kitchen before his eyes drifted to the window where rain tapped against the pane.

“This is my house,” you muttered, drawing his attention back to you, “My name is _____,” he didn’t reply but he slowly laid back down and relaxed, “I know the floor isn’t too comfortable, you can move to the couch if you’d like. You were too heavy for me to lift up there on my own.”

He just stared at you, those deep brown eyes fixated on every inch of you. He scanned your face and the length of your body down to your feet, making you feel a bit self-conscious being analyzed. For a moment, you were sure he couldn’t even understand you -- it wasn’t unheard of for hybrids without human contact being unable to understand languages.

But after a second, he stood up, making you avert your eyes as you were reminded of how naked he was. You grabbed the blanket and waited for him to lay down on the couch before placing it over him.

He picked at the material for a second, feeling the texture between his fingers before looking at you, “You were getting a chill so I thought it’d be best you were warm while you were out. I’ll get you a pillow, hang on.”

You could feel his eyes on you as you hurried down the hall to your bedroom. You grabbed a pillow from your bed before running back. He was sitting up when you walked in, gazing out the window but looked at you when he realized you’d returned.

Placing the pillow behind him, you urged him to lie back. He did, a look of utter confusion before quickly smiling when he felt the softness of the pillow behind him. You chuckled and took a seat on the recliner across the coffee table from him.

After a few minutes, he fell back asleep, his bare chest rising and falling rhythmically. He understood you at least, but he didn’t speak. You weren’t sure if he was mute or just didn’t know how to. Standing up, you went to the kitchen to make yourself something to eat.

Humming to yourself, you filled a pot with water intending to make ramen. Spinning on your heel to go to one of the boxes tucked into the kitchen’s corner, you stumbled and gasped. He was standing in the doorway, the blanket wrapped around his shoulders thankfully shielding his nakedness.

“You scared me,” you groaned, continuing to the box.

You knelt down, tugging at the tape to open it but quickly realizing how well wrapped it was. Standing up, you scanned the kitchen to look for your scissors before remembering they were packed away somewhere too.

“Oh man!” you complained, knowing you didn’t have any sharp knives out either.

Wandering into the living room, you zeroed in on the first aid kit you’d left out. Popping it open, you grabbed the little scissors which were inside that you used to cut the bandage. When you entered the kitchen, however, you were surprised to see the hybrid crouched down with the box you were fighting with already open.

“Did you open that for me?” you asked him, watching as he stood up and nodded, “Thank you.”

He gave you a crooked smile and stepped back to let you fish through the box until you pulled out the container you’d put your spices in. Giggling happily to yourself, you returned to your ramen.

The hybrid stayed in the kitchen the entire time, watching you flit about as you cooked until you finally went back to the living room. He followed you, taking a seat on the couch again, simply watching you.

“So…” you mumbled to break up the silence, “Can you not speak or…?” he didn’t reply, making you hum before bringing you bowl closer to take a bite of the ramen you’d cooked. His burning gaze made you pause though, a thought occurring to you, “Are you hungry?”

Immediately he nodded, making you sigh. You had no idea what he ate or what he could eat. He seemed to sense your dilemma and smiled, standing up. Immediately, you averted your eyes, unsure how you’d get used to his nudity.

That made you pause. He was a wild hybrid, the only reason he was there was because he was injured in the storm. Once it cleared up and his head healed, he’d be gone so you didn’t really need to get used to it.

Lost in your thoughts, you missed him moving towards you until his hand wrapped around your wrist.

Surprised, your eyes snapped to his hand -- how big it was and how long and pretty his fingers were. You allowed him to control your movements as he moved your fork to his mouth to take a bite of the ramen you’d made.

He hummed, his eyes closing as he chewed. It was the first sound he’d made -- so he was capable of making sounds at the very least.

“You can just eat human food?” you asked, watching as he nodded, “Do you want me to make you some?”

He nodded and you paused. By the time you cooked his, your would be cold. Standing up, you placed your bowl in his hands, making him frown. He attempted to hand it back to you, apparently not wanting you to give up your food for him. But you shook your head and moved to the kitchen with him hot on your heels.

He whined, making you pause, looking over your shoulder. To your surprise he looked genuinely distressed.

“It’ll get cold while I’m cooking,” you shrugged, “So you eat it while it’s hot and then I’ll eat this one. Get it?”

He was still for a second, gazing down at the ramen before slowly nodding. You chuckled and turn your back to him again to fill the pot with water.

Behind you, the hybrid slowly ate standing in the kitchen with you. By the time you finished cooking, he was finished and standing with his empty bowl.

“Just put it in the sink,” you said, breezing by him to sit on the chair again.

You could hear him clinking around for a second, the water in the sink turning on for a second before shutting off. He walked into the living room, holding his hands in front of him as he walked up to you.

Taking a bite, you watched him hold his hands out to you. Raising a brow, you stared at him. You realized his hands were wet and he moved them closer to you. When you still didn’t understand, he sighed, shaking his head. As you went to take another bite of your ramen, he flicked his fingers and splashed the water all over your face, making you flinch.

“Hey!” you whined, “What’s the big idea? It’s just water I don’t under…” you blinked a few times as your mouth opened in a small ‘O’, “Ohhhhh…” he perked up slightly, “Are you wanting...water then? To drink? Or…?”

He bit his lip and shook his head. You were already tired of trying to communicate with him -- at least he understood you though, you suppose.

“A shower maybe?” you asked, making him cock his head, “Let me finish eating and I’ll show you, okay?”

He nodded and took a seat, waiting ever patiently for you as you ate. When you went to put your bowl in the sink as he had, he followed you. You quickly realized you were now used to seeing him naked -- thank god.

When you turned the water on to rinse out your bowl, he immediately stuck his hand under the water. You laughed, and shook your head. He was actually really cute.

“Alright, c’mon,” you led him down the hall and into the bathroom, flicking the light on quickly. When you sat down on the edge of the tub to drop the bath drain, the bathroom went dark. Turning to look towards the door, you watched as he flicked it back on, watching the light bulb in wonder.

His attention was brought back to you, however, when you turned the water on. Excitedly, he took a seat beside you, watching the water begin to feel. You weren’t quite sure what temperature to make it so you chose lukewarm. Before it was even halfway filled, he was sliding into the tub with a smile on his face.

“I’ll let you be alone,” you said, making him look at you, “Just turn the handle this way to turn it off,” you showed him, “Stop the water before it overfills the tub, though, okay? Do you understand?”

He nodded and you stood there for a second before nodding and turning away from him. You decided to leave the door open, figuring he would prefer to not be closed up in a small room. It wasn’t like he cared of privacy or decency anyway.

While he soaked, you decided to wash the dishes you’d used to cook. It was beginning to get dark now and the rain had stopped for the meantime, the storm no doubt finally moving out. After putting the dishes away, you moved to unpack the box Taehyung had opened for you, placing everything neatly where it needed to be.

Realizing, when you were done, that he still wasn’t out of the bathroom led you to peeking in to check on him. You couldn’t help but smile when you saw him in there sleeping. For a second you were concerned that he could drown before reminding yourself that he was literally a fish hybrid who came from the ocean.

Deciding not to disturb him, you went back to the couch.

You didn’t realize you’d dozed off until you felt someone gently shaking you shoulder. Opening your eyes, you jumped at the sight of the naked hybrid.

“Oh, you’re out,” you hummed, standing up to allow him to sit, “I should probably change your bandage.”

He hummed, sitting back as he watched you pull the materials from the first aid kit before taking a seat on the edge of the table.

Reaching forward, you carefully unraveled the bandage until it fell away before peeling the gauze off. The cut was red, no doubt probably stung with a bruise growing around it. But it wasn’t bleeding at least, so you cleaned it once more before doing exactly what you had before.

While he was awake, he moved a bit more to avoid the little fins on his temples from being jostled. You whispered a soft apology when he winced at the bandage catching the corner of his fin. He shrugged his shoulders and smiled to let you know it was okay.

“Okay, all done,” you smiled, standing back up, “It’s pretty late so I’m going to head bed,” he didn’t say anything but you could feel his eyes burning into you so you tossed a soft, “Goodnight,” over your shoulder.

As you entered the hall, you heard a soft voice mutter something. You froze and turned, looking at the hybrid with wide eyes.

“What? Did you say something?” you asked.

He nodded, smiling, “Taehyung.”

His voice was deep, soft with no edge to it at all. It was like listening to the most gentle voice in the world.

“That’s your name?” you asked, making sure you understood. He nodded and you smiled, “Goodnight Taehyung.”

“Goodnight _______.”

You didn’t know why your heart skipped a beat as he uttered your name.

“Taehyung!” you called through the house as you kicked the door closed behind you. After a second, you heard the back door open and Taehyung’s tall form entered the living room. You smiled in greeting, “This package is for you.”

He looked surprise, walking forward with his arms extended. You deposited to package in his hands and stepped back to watch him examine it.

He’d been there for almost a week now and in that time you’d learned he was very curious. He examined anything and everything, you’d had to stop him several times to keep him from licking something questionable.

After a moment, he moved to place the box on the kitchen counter, pulling the scissors from where they hung on the wall to cut the tape open. You leaned against the wall, arms crossed over your chest as you watched him pull out the contents.

Holding the t-shirt in front of him, he looked curiously at you.

“I know this…” you motioned towards his naked body, “Is something obviously normal for you since you’re a wild hybrid but...it’s getting increasingly weird on my part over having a naked person in my house.”

He stared at you for a second, a frown on his lips and for a second you were afraid you’d offended him. You held in a sigh as he grabbed the box and breezed past you, down the hall.

“Well, so much for that,” you whispered to yourself, grabbing the discarded scissors he’d left on the counter and put them back where they belonged.

“I like it,” Taehyung’s voice made you jump.

You spun around and were pleased to see him fully clothed. Part of you felt bad for forcing something human on him like that but the way he happily touched the fabric made you smile.

“I chose the softest materials I could find,” you explained. After the first day, you quickly took notice of the way he enjoyed textures -- specifically anything soft.

“I like it,” he repeated.

“I’m glad,” you breathed, “Come on, let me look at your wound.”

He nodded and took a seat on the couch as you took yours on the coffee table. It was practically a routine now. He didn’t even flinch as you pulled the bandage and gauze away.

The cut was practically healed and you sighed. It definitely wasn’t a concern anymore and both of you knew it. Still, neither of you questioned your situation. He didn’t seem to want to leave and you, truthfully, didn’t want him to leave. You enjoyed his company; he was sweet and endearing. He took up your time in the best way and gave you something to look forward to coming home to.

“I think we can leave the bandage off now,” you said, “Just don’t scratch it, even if it itches, okay? If you pull the scab off you’ll have a big old scar across your forehead for the rest of your life.”

He pouted a bit but nodded, taking the discarded bandages to throw away. He returned from the kitchen a second later, a pack of ramen in hand. He handed it over to you, head cocked to the side.

You smiled, “I’m hungry too,” he followed you, as usual, to the kitchen and hovered over you as you began the cooking process, “Oh! By the way, the cable guy is coming by at 3 to hook up internet and stuff.”

He looked confused and you laughed, pointing over to the TV. He’d hovered around it a bit over the last few days, turning it on the watch the static on the screen. As he realized you were doing something with the TV, he lit up and smiled.

As you both sat down to eat, you glanced at the clock. It was 2:40, causing you to hurry up eating so you could move some boxes out of the living room.

The hybrid had been helping a bit set things up for you; lifting heavy objects and boxes. But you still had quite a bit to unpack -- you had to fill a whole house, after all.

By the time you moved the boxes to the spare room, the doorbell went off. Rushing into the living room, you caught sight of Taehyung’s wide eyes.

“Hi, come on in,” you smiled, waving the cable man inside.

“Hello,” he greeted with a polite smile that quickly faded as he looked behind you.

When you turned around, you caught sight of Taehyung booking it out the back door in the kitchen. Shrugging, you closed the front door and led the man to your television.

“It’ll take me about an hour to set everything up securely,” he explained.

You nodded, “Let me know if you need anything.”

As he went to work, you made a beeline for your back porch. Taehyung was sitting on the stairs, resting his elbows on his knees. He looked up when you opened the door and despite the way he’d run away, he appeared calm nonetheless.

“Did you get spooked?” you asked, sitting beside him. He nodded and you hummed, “I take it you haven’t interacted with humans much?”

He shook his head, “I like to watch them.”

“Oh? People watch?” you asked, “Humans like to do that too. When I lived in the city I would go to the park and just watch people go about their business.”

Taehyung could speak and understand very well but his own vocabulary was quite limited. He didn’t say much regardless, mostly spoke to share his opinions. You’d adapted easily, speaking primarily in yes or no format and it was mostly you doing the talking.

He didn’t seem to mind, however. He gave you his full attention regardless, interest gleaming brightly in his eyes.

A question lingered on your lips, one you dreaded asking but as you looked at the smile on his lips, it dissolved on your tongue and you sighed.

The two of you fell silent, sitting together listening to the ocean as you waited for the cable man to finish.

You stood in the kitchen, making dinner as you listened to the laughing on the TV in the living room. Taehyung had immediately been intrigued by the colors and noises from the device and promptly sat on the couch, becoming glued to it. You briefly wondered what the effect of TV would have on a wild hybrid but when you heard him laugh, all worry was wiped free.

When you’d heard him laugh for the first time, at some cartoon that came on, you felt your heart skip a beat. It was melodic and delicate, almost a giggle, really.

Not wanting to disturb him, you brought the food to him.

“Thank you,” he beamed, waiting for you to sit beside him before beginning to eat.

You smiled, sitting there watching him for a second before picking up your own plate. The way he enjoyed things so organically was charming, it made you see things as if they were new as well.

As the days passed, you noticed a change in the hybrid. He began to talk more, question things and seek out a conversation with you -- which he’d never done before. Sometimes at night, you could hear the TV on at night, the sound carrying through the walls.

One such night, you awoke in the middle of the night with a dry mouth and desire for water. Climbing out of bed, you grabbed your bathrobe and put it on, messily tying the belt to hold it closed. Your door creaked quietly as you opened it, allowing the TV’s low volume to be heard much easier from the stairwell.

Wandering into the living room, you paused to look at Taehyung.

He was sitting on his knees on the floor, close to the TV. You opened your mouth to tell him he shouldn’t sit so close when you realized he was muttering to himself.

Moving closer, you glanced at the screen to see an infomercial was playing. And he was repeating the things they were saying.

“Taehyung, what are you doing?” you asked, fighting back a smile when his head whipped around to look at you.

His eyes were wide and he looked almost guilty as he moved back from the TV, “W-Watching the…” he motioned to the television with a shrug.

“You were talking along,” you pointed out, a brow raised curiously.

He bit his lip and folded his legs in front of him, “When they talk...I learn new words.”

His words bounced around your head for a second before you chuckled, “Is that how you’ve gotten so good at speaking? You’re learning from watching infomercials at night?”

“Cartoons during the day,” he added with a sheepish grin, “Why are you up?”

You knew he was changing the subject to avoid the conversation but you went along with it, “I’m thirsty is all.”

He hummed and it fell quiet, his eyes flicking back to the TV for a second before going to you once more. You sensed he was wanting to get back to what he was doing so you bid him a soft goodnight before moving to the kitchen.

When you were passing through to the hallway, you saw that he was sitting in front of the TV muttering again.

The morning came and you were surprised to find yourself awake before Taehyung. He was usually an early riser, up before the sun was even fully out.

You frowned at the sight of him curled up, knees tucked to his chest as he snuggled into the blanket. He looked cold but it wasn’t like the temperature dipped very low -- you’d slept with your balcony door cracked.

Seeing him lay there, you noticed how he was almost falling off the couch. Sighing you reached over and shook his shoulder until his eyes fluttered open.

“Hey sleepyhead,” you smiled, heart melting at the tired smile he gave you as he sat up and stretched, “How late were up last night?”

He shrugged and sighed, swinging his feet onto the floor before padding to the bathroom. You hummed and decided to start a pot of coffee for the day.

Pulling out your phone, you pulled up google and decided to search for a bed. You had a spare bedroom you were currently using to store the boxed you hadn’t bothered to unpack yet. It wouldn’t hurt to get a bed put in so you could have guests over.

At least, that’s what you told yourself.

“Hey, Taehyung?” you called when you heard him flick the TV on.

“Yeah?” he immediately responded, poking his head into the kitchen.

“I’ve been thinking,” he frowned and fully stepped into the kitchen, “Instead of sleeping on the couch, how about you take the spare bedroom?”

“Really?” he gasped.

“Yeah,” you hummed, “There’s a mattress shop in town, I can pick you up some stuff.”

“I can’t go with you?” he deflated slightly, making your heart ache.

You sighed, looking at your feet, “N-No...I think it’s best you stay here,” he opened his mouth to say something else but you cut him off, “You can help me assemble everything, though! And I’ll need your help to carry the mattress.”

He grinned once again and nodded, “Okay!”

While you were in town, you stopped by the grocery store to get more food and ingredients to cook with. With Taehyung there, you ran out of food a bit quicker than if it were just you.

Jungkook was there and greeted you with a bright smile as he rang you up, commenting how he hadn’t seen you around much. You blew it off with a quick shrug and explanation that you got internet and cable set up now so you had no reason to leave the house.

Pulling up to your house, you got out and popped the trunk. As you began to pull groceries from the back, the front door opened. Taehyung came bouncing down the stairs with a little grin on his face.

“So, where is it?” he asked excitedly.

“Oh, the guy was right behind me,” you said, “He’ll drop everything off.”

“Here, I’ll take these,” he said, grabbing the three bags you were holding before you could argue, “You got more ramen!”

“Of course,” you laughed, following him inside with the last two bags in your hands, “It’s your favorite right?”

“Yep!” he chirped happily from the kitchen.

The two of you go inside where you ask Taehyung to boil a pot of water and cook some ramen. He wasn’t quite good enough to be able to cook it correctly but you would be back inside before it was ready, anyway. Just as he began to fill the pot, you heard a horn beep from outside.

Taehyung gave you an excited grin and you chuckled before going to the porch.

“You sure you don’t need any help assembling this?” the man asked, a brow raised.

“No, I have a h…” you paused and cleared your throat, “A friend willing to help!”

“Alright,” he smiled kindly and tipped the brim of his hat before moving back to his truck, “Have a nice day!”

“You too!” you waved and sighed, eyes falling to the large box and plastic-wrapped mattress that now sat against your porch railing.

You pushed the door open and poked your head in, calling the hybrid's name. His feet thump against the floor as he runs toward the sound of your voice.

"Yes?" he asked, eyes wide.

"The bed is here," a smile blooms across his face and he excitedly nods his head.

"Come help me finish cooking so we can do it!" he turns his back to you and scampers back to the kitchen.

You chuckle and step inside, deciding to leave the door open. Taehyung was incredibly eager to get things started so the second his ramen was done, he was scarfing it down like a man starved.

"You're going to burn your tongue!" you chastised.

"Too late!" he whined, sticking his tongue out with furrowed brows. It didn't stop him though because a second later he was shoveling another bite into his mouth.

"Are you ready?" you ask, watching with an amused smile as he dumped his bowl into the sink and raced to the open door. You followed behind him only to stop when you caught him staring at the open door, "What is it?"

"You shouldn't leave the door open like this," he said, voice level to show how serious he was. He looked over his shoulder with a frown, your own face a mask of confusion, "It's dangerous."

You opened your mouth to respond but before you could, he was running down the porch steps to the mattress.

It took almost an hour for the two of you to get everything up the stairs into the spare bedroom. With the mattress leaning against the wall, the two of you sat on the floor reading the instructions of assembly for the bed frame.

"God I am beat," you complained, watching Taehyung twist the screw in like you had showed him.

His hair hung in his face, a little damp from sweating. His bottom lip was trapped between his teeth and his brows were furrowed in concentration.

"Yep," he hummed, sitting back with a sigh. He dropped the screwdriver on the floor and fell silent.

"Now we have to put the mattress on the frame," you chuckled at the tired groan he let out.

He stood up and held his hand out, helping you stand up as well. Then, with exhausted determination the two of you finally dropped the mattress down into its rightful place.

"What's next?" he asked with a sigh as he finally took a relaxed seat on the couch.

"Well, we need to get sheets and stuff for the bed," you said, pulling out your phone.

As you typed into the search engine, you felt a hand on your hip. You look down, finding Taehyung was urging you towards him.

You were suddenly pulled into his lap, making you gasp in surprise. Your cheeks immediately heated up, feeling his strong chest against your back with his arms around your body, holding you.

Doing your best to ignore the position, despite your racing heart, you allowed him to look over your shoulder to locate bedding he liked.

"I saw this on TV," he spoke suddenly, voice deep and oh-so close to your ear.

"Wh-What's that?" you whispered, hoping he didn't notice the tremble in your voice.

"Sitting like this," he replied, reaching forward to click a link on your screen, "The guy held her like this."

"You shouldn't be watching things like that, Tae," you joked.

"What things?" he asked, making you chuckle, shaking your head as you dismissed him. Before he could question more, you brought his attention back to the sheets he was looking at.

That night, after bidding the hybrid goodnight, you sat in bed gazing out the window at the beach below.

You truly couldn't believe there was a wild seahorse hybrid sleeping just down the hall. If someone had told you that there would be one living with you not too long ago, you would have laughed in their face.

You never thought you'd be a person who illegally kept a wild hybrid. But it wasn't like he didn't want to be there.

Right?

You shook all thoughts of him from your head and closed your curtains, basking the room in darkness.

One morning, you're woken up by a loud thump. You sigh, staring up at the ceiling as you listen to the hybrid bumble around downstairs.

He'd been there for over a month and had grown increasingly comfortable living in the house. Sitting up, you stretched and threw on a robe before descending down the stairs.

He was in the kitchen, as you expected. His back was to you but there was something off about him.

His body was stiff and his jaw was clenched tight. With a frown marring his face, you grew concerned. It was clear he wasn't in a good mood.

"Taehyung?" you called, watching him freeze for a second before resuming what he was doing, "Is everything okay?"

"Yes," he mumbled, voice flat.

You crossed your arms over your chest, leaning against the wall as you watched him crack an egg into the pan. It sizzled, filling the tense silence.

Neither of you said anything, although you had a lot on the tip of your tongue. You simply watched as he prepared his breakfast on a plate which he promptly deposited on the kitchen table.

He avoided your gaze, grumpily glaring at his plate as he silently ate. You sighed and he tensed again but didn't say anything.

"Taehyung," you breathe, taking a seat across from him, "You can't ignore me forever," he remains silent, "Talk to me...what happened?"

In the silence of the kitchen, he slams his fist down. You jump and look at him with wide eyes. His gaze is fiery, and he bares his teeth in anger before squinting a glare towards you. You can't help but cower away when he suddenly stands up.

"What happened?" he tosses his head and lets out a humorless laugh, "Seriously, what? Did you think I wouldn't find out, hm?"

"Find out what?" you gasp, realizing his anger was directed at you.

"Everything!" he snaps, shaking his head as he makes his way to the back door. You get up and follow after him quickly, "I learned everything about you! I-I can't believe I was almost tricked into--" he cuts himself off and runs down the stairs.

You chase after him, your feet meeting the cold sand as you follow him, calling his name, "What are you talking about?! I don't understand, Taehyung!"

He doesn't offer anything more and you let out a frustrated groan. You stumble, however, you watch him begin to shed his clothes the closer he gets to the shore.

"Taehyung?!" you cry in horror as he steps foot into the ocean. He looks at you over his shoulder and the look of disgust in his eyes makes you falter. In that second of hesitation, he disappeared beneath the surface.

You gasped and stopped at the waters edge, desperately looking over the dark surface.

"Tae..." you whispered, realizing he was gone.

You stand there, waiting, for what feels like forever. The temperature drops and you begin to shiver. Backing away from the shore, you begin to collect the articles of clothing he'd discarded which have long since lost the heat of his body.

Stepping inside, you let out a soft sigh and place the items on top of the driver.

The sun vanished beneath the horizon and the house was dark and silent. You were filled with empty lonliness as you went to bed, passing by his room to take a small peek even though you knew it was going to be empty.

You don't sleep well that night, your mind plagued with thoughts of the hybrid. Every time you shut your eyes, you would wake up with the hope that he would be back by morning.

When you got up, nice and early like he usually does, it was to an empty house. There was no Taehyung sitting on the couch or in the kitchen. It was just you.

He isn't back the next day either...or the next...or the next.

Eventually, you gave up on hoping to see him when the sun rose. You grew accustomed to the habitual silence -- though you didn't like it.

His bedroom was left untouched, the bed sloppily made with the blanket uneven as Taehyung didn't bother getting it quite right before going about his day. The house seemed so big without another party occupying it.

Eventually, you couldn't stand being in the house all the time by yourself. So, you started exploring the town -- which you hadn't bothered doing before.

On one afternoon, you ventured into a little comic book shop where you stumbled upon the familiar faces of Jungkook and Jimin. They were more than excited to see you; gushing about how it had been so long. They were a funny, charming pair who eagerly took it upon themselves to subject you to a day of touring the town.

You discover there was a little bar near the edge of town that most of the young adults frequented. A friend of Jimin and Jungkook's, Namjoon, owned it and allowed friends free drinks.

It was one such night that began with drinking among your new friends that ended with a drunk Jimin crashing on Taehyung's bed. He hadn't bothered getting under the blankets, passing out face down on the mattress with his feet dangling off the end of the bed.

You shut the door, leaving him to sober up overnight on his own.

While the outside company was lovely, kept you occupied and happy outside of the house, when you came home to the empty house you felt the liveliness dissipate.

It was an offhand comment from Yoongi where he expressed living in such a big house must be lonely -- advising you should get a pet or something. The idea bloomed into you begging Jungkook to take you to the pet store in town on his day off.

He was a bit hungover but still agreed after listening to you pester him about how lonely you were.

That led you to getting the sweet little black cat you promptly named Tux.

It felt wonderful to walk into your house after spending a day with your friends to greet someone -- even if he couldn't greet you back beyond a meow and rubbing up against your legs. He began to sleep in your bed, letting you curl around him as he purred himself to sleep.

Never in your life would you expect to be awoken in the middle of the night by your bedroom door slamming open. You bolted straight up in bed, eyes wide as you could vaguely make out the figure of a person standing there.

Your heart began to race in your chest, the sound of your blood pumping as adrenaline flowed through your body. Two seconds felt like hours before you finally scrambled out of bed. With him blocking the doorway, you could only run to the balcony.

As you threw the door open, you screamed when a strong arm wrapped around your waist and lifted you up.

"Calm down!" a familiar voice snapped, immediately halting your thrashing.

"T-Taehyung?" you panted, your feet meeting the floor as he finally put you back down.

"Who else?" he asked, voice flat.

You could barely make him out in the dark but you relaxed significantly as the relief caught up to you, "You can't do that! You nearly gave me a heart attack! I thought you were a burglar or something--"

"Why do I smell another man in my bed?" he cut you off, not caring for the panic he had caused you.

"Huh?" you responded, running a hand through your hair as you skirted past him to flick the lamp on beside your bed.

"I went to my bed," he began, stepping closer to you, "And it smells like another man. Why?"

You huffed a laugh, shrugging your shoulders, "A friend crashed there like a week ago, why?"

"Why?" he scoffed, stopping when he was right in front of you. Your heart skipped a beat when he leaned down, his nose almost brushing yours, "Because there shouldn't be another man in my bed."

His voice was dark, sending shivers down your spine, "W-Well, I thought you were gone so I had a friend over! You left a-and what the hell do you think you're doing here anyway?! You can't just show back up like this!"

"Why not?" he asked, cocking his head to the side.

"B-Because it's not okay!" he snapped, reaching up to shove at his shoulders so he would back off. He did, straightening up so you could stand up. You breezed past him in a huff, crossing your arms over your chest, "You just left, yelling at me! For weeks, Taehyung! You can't just come back like nothing happened!"

"I'm sorry," he sighed, "I shouldn't have done that."

"You were blaming me for something you didn't even bother explaining!" you cried, "Tell me what the hell happened."

"I..." he looked sheepish, clearing his throat, "I watched something on TV that talked about human’s treatment of wild marine hybrids. I...I got upset for...well, no good reason. I know you didn't do anything at all. I was the one who wanted to stay -- you helped me and let me stay. I'm sorry, _____."

You sighed, relaxing your shoulders, "That's so stupid, Tae," he nodded his head but didn't say anything, keeping his dark gaze on you, "Alright...go to bed, we'll...figure this out in the morning."

You moved towards your door, motioning for him to get out. As much as you wanted to jump for joy that he was back, you were too tired and, quite frankly, still pissed off. When he didn't make any attempt to leave, you cleared your throat.

He sighed and made his way towards you. Instead of walking out the door however, he wrapped his arm around your waist and kicked the door shut, pinning you against it.

"Tae--" before you could get out the rest of his name, his lips were on yours.

Your words were knocked from you as you found yourself kissing him back, wrapping your arms around his shoulders as he gripped your hips. You could feel the heat of his body through the thin, silk fabric of your nightgown.

He growled against your lips, reaching down to grip your thighs to pull you up. You gasped as you were hoisted up against his body and the door, your knees locked around his waist. His nails pinched the sensitive skin of your thighs but you paid it no mind.

"You're mine," he growled, voice barely above a whisper, "No one else can have you."

You didn't get to reply as you were yanked from the door and tossed onto the bed. You squeaked out his name when his weight was suddenly thrust on top of you. He caged you in, resting his weight on his forearms beside your head, keeping you locked in a heated kiss. Your legs were forced to spread around his waist, letting the cool breeze from your cracked window reach the damp material of your panties.

Simply kissing him, feeling his hands on you was enough to make you wet.

"I'm going to mate you, baby," he growled, nipping your bottom lip before suddenly pulling away, "Prove that you're mine."

You nodded, breathless from his kissing. Your heart was racing in your chest and your stomach fluttered with butterflies. He reached down to find the hem of your nightgown where it had bunched against your hips. He pushed it up until you were forced to sit up to allow him to pull it off. He groaned at the sight of your half-naked body.

"You're so pretty," he whispered, leaning down to press a kiss against your breast, "You're never going to look at another man when I'm done with you. I want to be all you think about, all you need...all you want."

You whimpered when his lips wrapped around a perked nipple, lashing the bud with his tongue. You gripped his hair, mindful of the horns hidden within the mess of black hair. He reached between your thighs to find the material of your panties, cupping your heat with a sigh. You were wet, he could feel it soaking through your panties.

"Please, Tae," you whispered, letting your head fall back to expose your neck as he trailed kisses upwards from your breast.

He hummed but didn't supply a response, too preoccupied with your scent. He brushed his nose against the column of your neck, over your artery where he could feel pounding in time with your racing pulse. He nipped at the skin, a promise of leaving a mark before he slipped his hand into your panties.

You cried out as his fingers immediately delved between your folds. He bypassed your clit to find your entrance, a fleeting graze over the sensitive bud making you whine. One long, lithe digit slid into your entrance, drawing mutual sighs from the two of you.

"A-Another," you gasped.

He chuckled and easily added his index finger, giving you that sweet stretch you craved, "You'll have to take more if you want to fit me," he breathed, making your walls clench around his fingers, "I have to stretch you real nice..."

"Fuck," you cursed, eyes rolling back as he curved his fingers to find your g-spot. Your thighs trembled around him at the fleeting stimulation before he suddenly withdrew, sliding off the bed.

You watched his shed his shirt, a long sleeved t-shirt you'd tossed on his bed shortly after he left when you found it mixed in with your laundry. His body was lean and built from swimming and you could see his biceps flex as he pushed his sweatpants down.

Left in just his underwear, you could see his cock through the thin material -- just as big as you'd hoped. It would definitely give you that painful burn you needed.

Stepping forward once again, he hooked his fingers into the hem of your panties and pulled them down. You raised your hips to allow him to pull them completely free. Once they were off your ankles, he tossed them to the side.

You felt yourself grow even wetter at being exposed completely beneath him. He gripped your knees and pinned your legs open. You whined, clenching around nothing as he gazed at your wet folds.

Moving his gaze back to your face, he lowered himself to the floor until he was level with your pussy. He tightening his grip on your legs so you couldn't close them and leaned forward, sliding his tongue through your folds, making you gasp.

He grazed over your clit, your hips jumping in response to the sudden stimulation. You let your head fall back against the bed, letting him eat your cunt as he pleased. Opening his mouth as wide as he could, he wrapped his lips around your cunt. Your eyes rolled back as he sucked, the wet sounds of your juices only serving to turn you on more.

His tongue found your entrance, licking at your slit before pushing his tongue inside. You gasped, grappling at his hair for purchase.

He doubled back to your clit again, suckling on the bud as he introduced his fingers. He slid three in at once, drawing a moan from you.

The stimulation to your sweet spot and your clit had you hurdling towards release quickly. He fucked you with his fingers, feeling you clench around them as he worked your clit with his tongue. Your bud was swollen and sensitive, eager for release that he was more than willing to provide. He could taste how much sweeter your juices got the closer you grew until suddenly your body froze.

A long, high pitched moan left your lips as you came -- spasming around his long fingers as he diligently worked you through your high. You gushed around his fingers but he didn't case, continuing to fuck you with those digits until your juices were dripping down to his wrist.

It wasn't long before you were pushing him off, needing a breather from the stimulation. He pulled away, watching you close your thighs as you trembled through the last remnants of overstimulation.

You were so wet, the insides of your thighs coated with your cum and his saliva from where his mouth watered from your enchanting taste.

As you recovered, he stood up and shed himself of his final layer -- his boxers. He was finally completely bare to you and you couldn't help but sit up. He wrapped his hand around the base of his cock, giving himself a few good strokes to ease the arousal that had painfully built.

You shifted to sit on your knees, licking your lips as you reached out to wrap your own hand around him. His lashes fluttered as he released his own hold to wrap his fingers around your wrist. He was hard and hot, throbbing in your hand as his tip drooled precum. Your mouth suddenly felt dry and you had the urge to taste him.

Glancing up, you saw he had let his head fall back, losing himself in your touch. Leaning forward, you wrapped your lips around the tip of him. He hissed, eyes flying open as he snapped his head down to look at you. His teeth were clenched and you felt more precum drip onto your tongue and you whined.

He suddenly wrapped his hand in your hair and pulled your back, making you gasp.

"Lay back," he ordered and you hurriedly, scooted back until you laid comfortable in the pillows.

He crawled onto the bed and gripped beneath your knees, forcing your legs open . You bit your lip as your cheeks burned when he spread you obscenely open with your knees up to your ears.

Your cunt was spread open, vulnerable as his cock prodded your entrance. He met your gaze for a split second, waiting for you to stop him. When you didn't he buried himself into your tight heat in one swift stroke.

It burned and ached just as you thought it would; it was amazing.

"Go, please, fuck me," you begging when he paused, intending to let you adjust.

You wrapped your own arms around your legs, keeping yourself spread as he wanted. The sounds that emitted as he began to fuck you were lewd; the wet sound of your juices around his intruding cock and the sound your skin meeting every time he sunk into you.

You were still sensitive from your first orgasm that when he hit your sweet spot, it caused a tingle to run down your spine to your toes. Your mouth fell open in a silent moan; he was forcing you higher and higher onto your peak but you couldn't fall over. Without stimulation to your clit, you felt you would never cum.

However, when he dropped his body over you, meeting your lips in a heated kiss, you finally found release. He groaned as you tightened suddenly around him, trembling and latching onto him as you came around his cock.

He didn't slow, however, reaching down to find your clit. You cried out, your nails digging into his back as your orgasm was pushed higher and higher. You weren't able to come down, being forced to new heights until you were suddenly soaked in your juices.

Taehyung gasped, sitting back on his heels, keeping your thighs pinned open as you squirted around him -- soaking the bed beneath you, his thighs and your own. You whined, pushing him back so his cock finally popped free and you were left you stuttered, trembling mess.

He gave you a second until your body relaxed a bit before he pushed his cock back into you. You whimpered, eyes rolling back as he gave several more thrusts, sinking balls deep into you before he came.

His cum was hot as it filled you up and he let out soft whimpers of pleasure before finally pulling away.

Neither of you said or did anything beside shuffle to lay close together. He wrapped his arms around you and tucked you close against his chest, kissing the top of your head.

"There's something...you should probably know," he suddenly said, voice a little hoarse. You hummed, glancing up to look at him as he continued, "My kind...seahorses...we kind of...mate for life."

"Do you?" you raised a brow, feeling the inklings of exhaustion begin to prick at you.

"Mhm," he cleared his throat, "And I really am...sorry for leaving the way I did. I hope that you'll keep me around because now...you're it for me, _____."

You sat up and smiled, pressing a chaste kiss to his lips.

There was a soft scuffling noise from outside your door, making Taehyung jump. You sighed and pulled away from him, despite how he tried to keep you from going.

"What is it?" he asked, frowning.

"It's Tux," you mumbled, opening the door.

The cat ran in, taking a running leap onto the bed. As you closed the door, you heard a loud thump. Turning around, you found Taehyung on the floor, the sheet tangled around his legs.

"It's a cat!" he cried, pointing an accusatory finger at the cat who sat on your pillow licking his paw.

"Yes..." you mumbled, bending down to pick up your nightgown.

"Cats eat fish!" Taehyung whined.

You rolled your eyes, sliding your nightgown on, ignoring the slickness of his cum seeping down your thighs.

"Taehyung," you sighed, grabbing his arm to pull him up, "I promise Tux will not be able to eat you."

[thoughts-on-bangtan]

Let’s talk: Concept Photo Version 1

by Admin 1

There I was just scrolling through twt, as you do, when suddenly midnight KST came and much to my surprise I got two notifications from the BigHit Music account that SURPRISE here are fifteen concept pictures! Safe to say I was not ready or prepared. For any of it. Not at all. And to think this is just version one. I’m perhaps just a little scared of what version two will have in store for us. Based on version one? I’m not sure if we’re making it out alive. 

Am I being dramatic? Perhaps just a little...but am I really?

Either way, let’s talk about it and check out the pictures, shall we?

(Please ignore the fact that these are the wrong way around)

Keeping in mind that these pictures were taken some time in the second half of March (according to the date you get when you download Jimin’s pictures directly off of Weverse), hair colors and lengths are something we shouldn’t fall in love with too much since they aren’t current, and yet I love everything about that blue and steel dye and cut on Namjoon. Paired with the lace shirt, pearl necklace and leather pants? Absolutely stunning. And his eyes...!

As far as I, and other namjinists, can tell one of his rings matches the one Seokjin has in his pictures but it isn’t really a reason for or hint toward anything seeing as most of the members share some kind of item with another member, or wear something that matches, like Jimin and Hobi with their shoes, as example, or that milk carafe standing next to Namjoon and JK on their tables. Still, it’s a cute little detail.

Seokjin in black converse and ripped jeans? A vastly superior concept. The hairstyle, forehead, the color, and that fun room, honestly amazing. And yes, I’m trying my best not to make some kind of ball joke because I’ve seen too many on twt and I shouldn’t. The phone feels a little like a callback (ha!) to his Map of the Soul ON:E Concept photos from the Photobook. Very interesting.

Where do I even begin? The poster with the Butter lyric? The books with Butter lyrics on their spines? Or perhaps Yoongi’s pink strands of hair, the tousled hairstyle, the furry thing on his wrist, the exposed ankles (they certainly know how to drive ARMY crazy since a good portion of the fandom has a particular weakness for Yoongi’s (and Hobi’s) ankles), the tulle trim on his jeans, oh, or perhaps the black collar that “matches” Hobi’s red one with hearts? Min Yoongi, the man you are today.

Speaking of Hobi, hello, that hair, cut and color wise? Absolutely stunning. Also that subtle little smirk in the close up picture? Wow. Hobi has just been coming for us this era and I am so here for it. I’m not quite sure what to make of the furry boots but at the same time it’s Hobi and somehow he makes them work?! 

Where do I even begin with Jimin? I don’t know. Seriously. Thoughts gone, head full of pink/red Jimin hair. Part of me hopes they filmed something when he had that color even though another part of me has a feeling they didn’t, so I’m glad we at least got pictures of it. Then there’s the shirt which was actually turned into a crop top since it should be far longer. Did the Bangtan stylists finally come across the countless pleas from ARMY for crop top Jimin? Who knows.

And yes I know the skirt, I’ll get to that in a moment, don’t worry.

I’ll be the first to admit I needed a solid five minutes to process that close up picture of Tae, and then an additional ten for the second one. The frill on his shoulders, the elegant tulle around his neck and his wrists, that singular perfect strand of his hair falling onto his cheek (and the second one just below his eye), a work of art. Truly. Rebel 2014 War of Hormone era Tae grew up so well into this version, stunning on every level. Also the earrings! Dangly earrings look so beautiful and complementary on Tae.

Now, skirts. Jimin isn’t the only one wearing one (though CELINE calls it a kilt instead of a skirt) because Tae is wearing one as well. Both were cut in half so they are like those half skirt/pant combos you can also get on these “kpop/kawaii fashion” online stores and I am living for all of it regardless. While this isn’t the first time any member(s) of Bangtan have worn skirts, they have done that basically since 2013, I love how they went all out in Butter era with the experimental fashion for these concept pictures but also the previous ones where Seokjin also wore a skirt, a full one. 

Sure, all three also wear pants and yet it is still a big deal. 

And yes, Tae is wearing the same chain necklace that Jimin previously wore for his Butter concept pictures with the unicorn hair.

Throwback to their RollingStone cover story where we had Namjoon say this:

As well as Yoongi saying this in their Esquire interview last year:

Toxic masculinity, who? We don’t know him.

Lastly, for the solo pictures, JK where, first of all, what is that he has between his fingers and lips? The salad in his vase as well as on the plate before him is great, lol. Just like with Tae, I love the contrast between the leather jacket and the tulle details, the slippers that match Yoongi’s, and the rolled up pant legs. This length of his hair with this darker shade of purple, leaning toward eggplant, is gorgeous and suits him wonderfully. Darker shades are definitely superior on him.

And finally, the group picture.

There are so many details in this picture both on the table but also on the screen behind Jimin and Tae, you should definitely download the 4K version from their twt to have a closer look. There are two maps, a red string (of fate), chess pieces, some more milk, and these words/phrases can be collected across this picture and some of the solo ones:

Like a criminal Hot like summer Look in the mirror Break it down Superstar We gon make you rock and you say (yeah) Permission to Dance (the title of the song we’ll get with the Butter Single CD) For the ARMY - happy We don’t need to worry

I’m certainly very intrigued! And loving all of this, especially since ARMY have expressed a wish for more experimental looks like we had suits after suits for a while, so this is very exciting and fun.

[swynlake-spill]

Screw Robinson’s ranking. What’s your ranking of the secondary students?

Oooooo yes, I think it’s about time we get a more objective point of view around here don’t we? Now, my sources tell me that the Ashleys’ ranking system was based on a combination of style, looks, and...personality or cool points or something like that. I’m assuming that Wilbur is using about the same system and so I will honor it, but I’ll add it all up to a score out of 30 in the end! 

also this took so long will someone please venmo me a quid for coffee or something 

Bae “Nemo” Nam-min

Looks: 8/10 he’s legit hottie when he actually puts effort in 

Style: 4/10 leaves MUCH to be desired. He has two looks-- sweatpants or skinny jeans. With a friend like Finn, you’d think he’d be more educated

Personality: 7/10 He’s very easy to be friends with, but an airhead and drama magnet. Don’t be fooled by the smile-- he’s more trouble than he looks!

Overall score: 19/30, or about a 6.33 on the old scale. 

Ferbs Fletcher

Looks: 9/10 LEGS LEGS LEGS LEGS LEGS. points off for hair rip 

Style: 4/10 why are all men fashion-challenged, why are all boys addicted to the skinny 

Personality: 5/10 I honestly don’t know what to make out of Ferb b/c he’s more of a tall, mysterious type, so I’m giving him a very neutral score here. If he opened his mouth more, I might like him less. 

Overall score: 18/30! 6 even! 

Mei Kusakabe 

Looks: 8/10 EEEE she’s a real cutie with serious selfie game! 

Style: 9/10 As you all know, I’m super obsessed with her look! Point deducted for those misses, which are SERIOUS misses. Miss Mei needs to float some of those looks past a panel before strutting into school and embarrassing herself. 

Personality: 6/10 Here’s where she’s losing points and it’s because she talks to ghosts. Mei! Ignore them, jfc! Save it for your free time! 

Overall score: 23/30-- a 7.6! 

Jack-Jack Parr

Looks: 5/10 oh boy does JJ Parr need an intervention. I just don’t understand why so many boys’ mothers don’t teach them how to properly care for their hair. Honey, you need to be using a special shampoo and a mousse for those curls!! ldsajflk let me help you 

Style: 2/10 ooooh boy does JJ Par need an invention. Everything he wears looks like hand-me-downs from Dash. It was cool when Dash wore it... several years ago! 

Personality: 6/10 I think he’s funny! He’s nice! He’s um, creative! Like if I went to secondary and got paired with him on a group project, I would absolutely be doing most of the work but at least he’d probably try. Maybe? Well. I could think of people who I would want to work with less.  

Overall score: 14/30 --4.6! 

Su Qin

Looks: 7/10. My problem here has everything to do with the weird staring thing. We all know the weird staring thing. None of us like the weird staring thing. 

Style: 7/10. I like her style as I’ve said before! I think she’s super unique, but I also think she could go just that extra step further. 

Personality: 2/10. Oh honey. I hate having to score you so low, but right now your personality is if Mei’s personality was a sandwich, you’d be the crusts that no one wants to eat. 

Overall score: 16/30-- 5.3 

Brandon “Barrel” Adamson

Looks: 5/10. PLEASE CUT UR HAIR CUT UR HAIR CUT UR HAIR. There’s a cute boy under there somewhere! 

Style: 2/10 Barrel knows one colour and that colour is black. His clothes also don’t seem to fit him very well. Hey Wilbur, can you do something about this?

Personality: 2/10. It’s only fair to give him a similar score as Su, since they like each other so much. He is also the leftover crusts to Lock’s personality sandwich. 

Overall score: 9/30-- a 3. Ouch. 

Romeo “Roo” DeRosa

Looks: 8/10. He is extremely good-looking! Like that’s a smile that is doing him every favour in the world. I can certainly see why he lured an Ashley in. 

Style: 6/10. ugh all these teenage boys exhaust me with their lack of style why even bother having this as a category. what kills me is Roo’s shoes are never clean, like they’re caked with mud. Wash off your shoes!! 

Personality: 8/10. I have almost no complaints with Romeo. He’s a sweet boy, he’s hardworking, he’s funny and even talented! I also think he’s kind of gullible...might even go with stupid. You’d have to be to knock up Ashley A. 

Overall score: 22/30-- 7.3! 

Finn Flounder

Looks: 9/10 hELLO face personally i dont understand why we have not talked about Finn’s face sooner and also more, like we just have dedicated Finn Face Appreciation Time, like, I’m talking artistically speaking is anyone else with me or

Style: 10/10 Colour! Variety! Texture! Pattern! Finn knows how to pick a concept and nail it, and he makes so much of his own clothes! 

Personality: 1/10 oh right this is why we don’t talk about his face, it’s because his personality is the equivalent of the puddle of water you squeeze out of a dishrag. He is such a sweet boy with no spine whatsoever. It drive me CRaZY.

Overall score: 20/30-- 6.6 

Phineas Flynn

Looks: 7/10. He is cute! He has a perfectly pleasant face with nice features. He is tall, though not as tall as Ferb. He looks, in a word, harmless. 

Style: 5/10. Once again, he looks like his mother dresses him, and I mean sometimes that’s a blessing because who knows what he’d look like if his mother didn’t dress him, but way to look like 95% of the teenage male population. 

Personality: 6/10. Phineas is charming, but only if you talk to him for about 20 minutes. After twenty minutes, there’s this quality in his voice that will worm inside your head and get stuck there. It’s like nails on the chalkboard. Once you hit forty minutes, you’ll realize he’s still talking (though you haven’t said anything in over twenty minutes), and that he really loves to hear himself talk so then it just becomes an exercise in watching Phineas impress himself. 

Overall score: 18/30--6, like his brother. Appropriate! 

Haley Long

Looks: 8/10. She’s hella cute! She’s got to be, sharing the genes of one hottie Jake Long! 

Style: 8/10. She’s got the whole ‘am i gay’ vibe going for her, which I love. I love when I can’t tell, when it’s like, does she like flannel, or is an avid fan of Lost Girl? She went with Ashley A to prom, so I mean we know she’s at least a LITTLE wlw--I’m getting off track, the point is, I’m into her masculine-feminine energies. 

Personality: 5/10. Hayley confuses me. Like, on one hand--she went to prom with Ashley A so maybe she’s an insane person. On the other hand, she ended up with Vee at the end of prom, so maybe...oh yeah, she’s still an insane person. She feels unpredictable, and maybe in a good way, but also maybe I need to run for my life. Haven’t decided! 

Overall score: 21/30-- 7! 

Dewford “Dewey” Mallard

Looks: 5/10. The Mallard boys are very interesting looking to me, like they have some of the most beautiful hair in Secondary but they prove time and time again they have absolutely no idea what to do with it. They’re also tall, but so skinny, like slendermen. Would like to enroll them all in a zumba class, maybe even yoga. 

Style: 5/10. I’ll be honest, my eyes glaze over when I look at Dewey/Huey b/c the only difference between them is the general colour scheme. I like that they do TRY for some individuality. 

Personality: 4/10. Dewey is...quiet. And weird. And alone a lot. He actually concerns me a little bit, like is he okay...? It’s not really my job to know, but it should be someone’s! 

Overall score: 14/30-- 4.6 

Hubert “Huey” Mallard

Looks: 5/10 please see above 

Style: 5/10 please see above

Personality: 8/10. I like to think of Huey as the capable, family-friendly Mallard. He’s like a glass of milk with a chocolate biscuit. Everyone likes it, even if it’s not everyone’s favourite dessert. I mean, he’s smart, interesting, he has a wide group of friends! If I had to choose anyone to be put on a group project with, it would be Huey Mallard 

Overall score: 18/30-- 6!  

Llewellyn “Louie” Mallard

Looks: 5/10. u know what to do 

Style: 7/10. GASP. Yes! A decent score! I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again: Louie tries to have a unique style. He experiments, he’s not scared of looking like an idiot--he often looks like an idiot-- but he at least intrigues me. And next to so many boys who literally don’t know what they’re doing, he really stands out from the pack. 

Personality: 6/10. While Huey is family-friendly, Louie is an acquired taste. You might really like all those wacky Louie antics, or maybe you’re allergic! He’s definitely trouble all the way around, so my personal opinion is that he’s best in small doses.

Overall score: 18/30-- 6! 

Moon Yeongtae

Looks: 7/10. He pisses me off actually because he’s genuinely quite a handsome boy who is genuinely trying to look as un-handsome as possible. I should put this way lower out of sheer spite, but I want to encourage the rest of the teen population to exercise because at least Tae has that going for himself. Take the Mallards to the gym, Tae!

Style: 3/10. He also only knows the colour black and I think I’ve seen him in jeans three times in my life. I’ve never seen a boy so dedicated to sweatpants as a personality trait

Personality: 5/10. Speaking of personality, sweatpants isnt a personality trait! What’s his other personality trait? Arguing with people? Grunting? 

Overall score: 15/30-- 5. 

Pearl Park 

Looks: 10/10. YES our first perfect score! But is there any question when you have a face like that? Just check out her insta. The likes speak for themselves. She’s GLOWING, she’s RADIANT, she’s going to bring this school to its knees

Style: 8/10. Obviously she has more style than 80 percent of this list. It’s only this low because we haven’t seen her full potential yet, or so I like to think. She’s playing it very safe, even if she’s playing it in her own league. I would like to see her push the envelope!

Personality: 7/10. Once again, this is low because we are still getting to know the alluring Miss Park. She seems to be super nice! No enemies yet. But I know there’s something spicy hiding under all the new girl niceties. I would also like to see it! 

Overall score: 25/30-- 8.3

Pip Seville

Looks: 7/10. Personally, I like he’s adorable! He might not be topping any Most Handsome Buzzfeed lists anytime soon nor is he anyone’s secret crush but we love a boy who had good hygiene and perfect skin! 

Style: 9/10. Yes yes yes!!! He might be a theatre kid cliche, but I’ll take one of those over another awful pair of joggers! Pip would never wear all black unless he’s in tech rehearsal, and we respect that. 

Personality: 6/10. Soooo he’s pretty loud and a bit of a risk, like if you partnered with him on a school project, the odds of you getting an A are very high, but the odds of you crying by the end of it because you didn’t meet his expectations are also very high. So you know....take your chances. 

Overall score: 23/30-- 7.6! 

Wilbur Robinson

Looks: 8/10. Well OBVIOUSly Wilbur is a hottie. Did I deduct points for his new hair. Maybe I did. 

Style: 9/10. FINALLYYYY Yet another boy who can dress and dress well! It helps that he can afford nice things of course, but you also have to know how to WEAR the nice things, and Wilbur does. 

Personality: 7/10. Wilbur is funny, opinionated, stubborn, a go-getter, generous, and these days, even charitable (those are two different things). Does Wilbur have flaws? Sure. But from what I’ve seen in my ask box, people can’t decide what those flaws are. Is he ... too nice? No wait, he’s actually too mean! He’s an asshole, oh wait, he’s a simp for Barrel. Bla bla bla. Point is, if you add everything up, he’s a decent dude. I don’t agree with all his choices, but I’d also rather hang out with Wilbur than most people on this list! 

Overall score: 24/30-- an 8! 

Ariel Triton

Looks: 4/10. Boy did the Tritons really mess it up on this one!! I love the pixie cut, but Ariel always lets it grow too long and doesn’t keep up with it. It’s like at this point just shave your head-- tbh, i bet you’d look pretty good. 

Style: 4/10. BOY of all the girls she really has no idea what she’s doing either. I admire Alana and Adella deeply for letting Ariel find herself in her own time. I’m just hoping it’s going to work out at this point, maybe we’ll transition from Dumpster Girl to punk rock when they actually get the band going. 

Personality: 6/10. You know, I have a healthy level of respect for Ariel. Some people will say she is too fightey, but she stands up for her friends and her beliefs! I’m into that. I mean, she’s usually wrong, but at least she has conviction. 

Overall score: 14/30-- 4.6 

[kunebula]

what do your moots remind you of? like songs, things, or foods?

😳😳 this is so sweet mind if I blush just thinking abt it??

*also I didn't include all of my moots BUT if a moot (hehe that's a funny word) reads this pls know I LOVE and RESPECT YOU

okay here goes:

@moonlattae silvia! to me she dances on the line between cottagecore and dark academia, so she reminds me of milk tea, long train rides, wax sealed envelopes and oxford shoes BUT with a dash of pink glitter, disco balls and pearl crowns. She is Lizzo's 'Water Me' and Vivaldi's famous theme from 'Winter' 💖

@happysmilebtr anna! my auntie from the other side of the ocean. She is like a patch of sunlight, the ones that make you stop for a minute to warm up your face. She's fluffy pancakes with fruit and toppings, she's the sweater you reach for when you need a feeling of comfort (but in pink) she's the soft but loud laughter that sounds like pure joy 💗

@kunmunist alina! Wow where do I begin... she's a pile of seemingly unrelated things but it all kinda makes sense, the epitome of chaotic good! She's fresh white sheets, red chinese lanterns, steaming bowls of soup and porcelain cups with tea (different herbs each time) she's mischievous smiles and witchy clothing! Also she comes with her own soundtrack: a remix of lasha tumbai and zankoku no te-ze buy my mixtape 💌

@wonhseoks tenri! One word: SEOKJIN. much like our president they're sparkly and fresh and for some reason I always picture breaking news headlines but instead it's their reaction tags DJFJSBDJS the HUMOR she's neon purple hues, black iced coffee, night scapes and dimly lit rooms (long live the dark aes) looks intimidating but is just 🥺 "I saw this and thought of you", sounds like Far Caspian's "Conversations" 💕

@kikiscloud I know we don't talk much, but I first found your tae sideblog @/cyphertaehyungie and you are the sweetest person ever! You remind me of sunsets, the ones that have such insane purples oranges and reds that you're not sure if you're dreaming or it's real! You're tulip fields, blushing cheeks and sweater paws. You're the first smile after a cry and I want you to know I am always here! And so is tae! And no other song is more kiki than 4 o' clock 💜

[nijjhar]

Al-Hajj of Al-Kabah, your own heart. This Al-Hajj is of Tarikatt, Kam, K... Al-Hajj of Al-Kabah, your own heart. This Al-Hajj is of Tarikatt, Kam, Karododh, Lobhh, Lobh, Moh and Hankaar, the 5 Husbands of the Samaritan Woman, St Photina that are to be driven out of your own heart to become a Mussallmaan, Son of Allah Al-Rahim - Shah Shamas Tabrizi Ji. Outside Al-Kabah, people will suffer in the hands of Satan Al-Djmar Al-Aksa, these super bastard religious fanatics.. https://youtu.be/O2hnGJBHGrQ Punjabi - Before attending the School to learn the Moral Laws of SHARIATT from a teacher Matt 13v52, they performed this Hajj keeping Kabah, the Temple of Adam, Shiv, Shua, etc., to their right hand side for Ba-Ilah, faithful to their tribal father, Ilah. https://youtu.be/hzoL5K_CYIc Playlist on Hajj:- https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PLFB77A1AC2FB499CE Only the faithful sons of Adam could become the Faithful Sons of Al-Ilah = Allah. They are fed on Milk, the Scriptures that has hidden Gospel Treasures, the Butter. Perfect in the Moral Laws, the School Teachers, they are called "Prophets, Angel, Fahrishhtta, etc." They are represented by Wings capable of understanding the Root of the Scriptures, the "Oral Torah = His Word" that Jesus came to deliver to the Jewish Rabbis but they killed Him whilst the Samaritans and their Rabbis highly honoured him.  John, the Baptist was the Last Prophet among the Chosen People - Luke 16v16. Punjabi - Say Islama, Eemaan hath not entered your heart yet - Hajj of "Ba-Ilah" for 12-16 years old boys, who kept Kaaba, Temple of Adam, to their Right Hand Side. Punjabi - Foundation of Islam, submission to the Will of Allah, is for the "BANDAE DAE PUTTRAN LIEE" - 2. https://youtu.be/KjlAJbg3cww Punjabi - Foundation if Islam, submission to the Will of Allah, is Hiya/Sharm - Neesiff Eemaan -1. https://youtu.be/OCbgnXclJh0 LET US UNITE OUR INDO-PAK JATT TRIBAL PEOPLE FROM KILLING EACH OTHER. Help me produce Jatt Unity Banners in Urdu, My email is nijjhar@gmail.com. Also, talk to me on Skype; my ID is the same as my email. Taliban and others who exploit people in the name of religion, a shirt that you can change any time but not your tribal father are Shaitan Al-Djmar Al-Aksa, a very powerful Satan against Allah and his people. Bhindranwalla, Lala M.K. Gandhi, a Bania, Lala Tara Singh Malhotra Khatri, Lala Mohd. Ali Jinnah, a Babla Bhatia, Ayatollah Khomeini, President Morsi, etc. are typical examples.  Enter into the House of Allah. Then, this Satan cannot harm you. How to enter the House of Allah where your soul and Amall count and not your tribe or riches? Here are the two Hajjs; one of Shariatt in which Eros unites you with your tribal people that Moses created in the wilderness called “lifting up of the snake”, the tribal rifts for Unity and is for 12 to 16 years old boys to establish their covenants with their Ilahs, their tribal fathers by keeping Kabah to their right-hand side for Ba-Ilah. Kabah is the Temple of Adam called Shiv or Shua and here Allah has nothing to do. The Temple of Allah is One and that used to be the Mosque Al-Aksa where the Holiest of Holy existed. It used to have a Curtain around it and that Curtain was removed by Christ = Satguru Jesus by Preaching the Oral Torah, His Word, in Parables so that only the people of discerning intellect seeking the Gospel Truth could grasp them or Jesus didn’t throw Pearls before swine as His Two Saints in Genersate were doing and they were locked in the silence of the graveyard with heavy chains that the Messengers of our Father Allah broke but the local people could not perceive the Power of Allah; for harbouring the sons of Satan, the swine. Now, this Holiest of Holy exists in Amritsar and it is highly corrupted by the Khatris, the Kings of Darkness whilst the Emperors of Darkness are the Kashmiri Mullahs. What gold has to do with Allah? The word Allah is from Ilahs, our tribal fathers such as Jatt, Pathan, Gujjar, etc.; it is Al-Ilah, the One Supernatural Spiritual Father of our souls, the Fountain of NOOR AWALL ALLAH NOOR OPAYIA; KUDRATT DAE SABHH BANDAE. AIK NOOR TAE SABHH JAGG OPJAEYIA; KON BHALLAE KON MANDAE You cannot enter the House of Allah unless you kill your tribal ego called “Khudi”. The tribal “seed” is to be destroyed as you grow a plant, then the seed is destroyed but its identity is in the plant or in the House of Allah, the tribal identity becomes implicit whilst the spiritual identity in Allah becomes “EXPLICIT” Holy spirit, common sense, shatters the fetters of the dead letters, the Holy Books If we have One God, our Supernatural Father of our souls, then there should be one Faith Greatest Blasphemers and Killers Blair and Bush https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9qHdTpTXHvE&list=PL0C8AFaJhsWz7HtQEhV91eAKugUw73PW1 Christ Jesus was killed by the hypocrite Temple High Priest.  Blair and Bush blasphemies against Holy Spirit https://youtu.be/0WBYOmpDuCs American Jews – http://www.gnosticgospel.co.uk/GrimReaper.htm destroying one country after the other www.gnosticgospel.co.uk/Rest.htm

[fangardium-ficsiosa]

(why does the gov need to remove Bubble Tea from the 'essential needs' right after I published this on Wattpad 😢😭😅)

Wattpad link here

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One Shot: Hazelnut Bubble Tae (BTS V)

"It's okay though, I understand you have been busy. It's the nature of your job anyways," you said on the phone as you stepped into Myeongdong. "Nah, don't need to worry about me. I'm gonna do some window shopping and buy my dinner before heading home. I miss you too. Bye!"

It's been 2 months though, and I really miss you so much. But you have got to admit that the precious phone call made your day after a tiresome week. You remembered your colleagues asking if you really had a boyfriend because they had never seen him send or fetch you from work unlike their respective partners. It was not that you mind because since high school, he had been your secret. Secrets were meant to not to be revealed, right?

"Order number 110 -- caramel milk tea," you pressed the bell as you wiped the cup with a cloth. Business was really good during lunch time till you had no time to rest. Your workplace was air-conditioned but you were still sweating. The summer heat was really building up because you were not the type to perspire easily.

5pm - the end of your shift. You glanced at your phone. No text nor missed call from the one person you missed so much. You sighed and quickly hang your apron in the kitchen. Time to sign off for the day and chill back at home!

By the time you finished showering it was already 7. You were just about to heat up the frying pan when the doorbell rang. You looked through the peephole and saw a man with a cap and a mask standing there with a drink in his hand. "Hmm? But I don't remember ordering anything..."

You put down the pan and proceeded to open the door.

"Hi, I'm sorry but I don't think I ordered anything today."

"Huh?" the delivery man frowned. "But it was ordered to this address." He checked the receipt again. "Kim Choa, right? This is a cup of Hazelnut Milk Tae with less pearls."

"Yes I am Choa but I really didn't buy any though," you laughed awkwardly. "Maybe you got the wrong address and a wrong Choa. And it's pronounced as tea not tae, though."

"Hmm. That's weird. Miss, in this world there is only one order for Hazelnut Milk Tae with less pearls." The man looked up and took off his mask. You gasped and froze for a second trying to register whatever was happening. There, right in front of you stood the person whom you longed to meet. Kim Taehyung - he never changed a bit. Or maybe he did get more handsome or maybe, it was just you haven't seen him for ages.

"Taehyung!" He caught you in his embrace and hugged you as tight. "It's really you... I miss you so much."

Taehyung pecked your forehead lightly. "Took you so long to realise it, eh? Did you forget that I am the ONLY bubble Tae of yours? I am disappointed." He ruffled through your hair. "And I miss you too, Choa, more than you ever know. Now, do you wanna keep standing here before your neighbours realise that BTS V has come to visit you?"

You eagerly invited him in and led him to the sofa. "Have you had dinner? I was about to prepare your favourite japchae."

"Sounds like a good menu for dinner! Furthermore I haven't had your dishes for eternity."

"Liar," you replied and took a sip from the hazelnut drink Taehyung brought. You quickly whipped up your dishes and sat down with him to listen to his colourful stories about being an idol known worldwide. It did not matter to you that you had to 'share' him with the fan girls because you knew that you were the only one in his heart. And Taehyung, although he was famous and all, he was still humble and funny like you originally knew him. He was still your great and loving boyfriend.

"I'm only here for 2 days and then I'm flying back to Tokyo," he said as he scooped up his last spoon of rice and shoved it into his mouth. Then he looked at your forlornly. You could see that he was honestly apologetic. "I'm sorry that I couldn't spend much time with you like I used to. I mean, since you know... the sudden fame thingy."

"Hey Tae," you moved closer to him and cupped his face lightly. "I never once complain about you being an idol... In fact, before you started being an idol, I already told myself that if I love you, I should respect your dream and fair enough to say, I am proud to be a girlfriend to a hardworking singer. Don't worry about me please. Just take care of yourself when you are not with me. That is the most important thing."

Taehyung just stared at you and tilted his head adorably. " Ah Choa... Is it me or you have gotten prettier since the last time I saw you? I feel like my love for you just multiplied ten folds. Oh man, I think that being apart from you has made me mushier. Damn." He pinched your cheeks hard.

If you were granted a wish for that night, you secretly would want to wish that Taehyung did not need to go. If you can, you would want to hold him longer but alas, time forbade. You were grateful though that you could at least spend a few hours with him - laughing and reminiscing about old times.

Taehyung waited for you to fall asleep before leaving your house. By the time you woke up in the morning, he was already gone. The kitchen was squeaky clean. "This man, he actually cleaned all the dishes before he left?!" You chuckled alone and did a quick check on your phone. "And left me a kiss emoji, as usual. Love you so much, Kim Taehyung!"

It was a day before he had to fly back but he had to be in the studio to record a last minute stuff so he could not squeeze in a lot of time for you. However last night was good enough for you, especially knowing that he was in good health. Furthermore, you were working second shift and you had to cover dinner hours, which was the busiest. By 9pm, your hands were already cramped and your voice was getting raspy. An hour to closing time and thankfully, customers were getting lesser and you finally got to sit down and take a breath.

Suddenly, the door chimed. It was another customer. You let out a sigh and briefly smiled at the person.

"Hi good evening sir, what would you like to have?" you focused on the order screen.

"I would like to have one medium size Hazelnut Milk Tae... with less pearls. 25% Sugar, please."

"Oookay. Let me repeat your order again," you said as you keyed in the item. "Hazelnut Milk Tea with less pearls and 25% -"

"Wait, no, no, no. I don't want Hazelnut Milk tea but Hazelnut Milk Tae. You didn't hear it properly!" He sounded slightly annoyed.

Why is he repeating hazelnut milk tea twice! You looked up in confusion and was greeted by a person with furrowing eyebrows. I know those eyes...

GASP.

"What are you doing here?" you asked while clenching your teeth. Taehyung just flashed you his eye smile and you could already imagine the beautiful seductive smile behind that mask.

"I guess I have been missing you and I am going to fly off in a few hours, so why not surprise my girlfriend at her workplace?" he chuckled soft enough for only you to hear.

"You are crazy, Mr Kim," you smiled widely as you handed him his receipt and proceeded to whip up his order.

"I'm so lucky, ain't I? You are good at cooking and making our favourite bubble tea. And when we get married one day, I won't have any issues with meals and Bangtan boys can definitely save on bubble teas!" He winked.

You gave him a death stare and your fingers flicked the air, pretending that it was his forehead. "Stop it, Taehyung! Or you will give yourself away to my colleagues," you whispered.

"Order number 234 - Hazelnut Milk Tae!" you said as you rang the bell, pretending that Taehyung was just a normal customer.

Taehyung flipped down his mask briefly and showed you his pouty lips before mouthing thank you. "Here you go, a present for being the world's most beautiful and understanding girlfriend ever." A rose came out from nowhere and onto the countertop. "I know you dislike a bouquet of flowers but this rose is from my heart. Love you~"

And he left quickly when he realised that your colleagues noticed that he was not a regular customer but was your boyfriend. At least he did not give away any hint that he was a member of BTS or the world would be in chaos.

"Ooooo is that your boyfriend? I almost thought he was non-existent until today!" Youngdo laughed. "He looks pretty decent though."

"And good looking too," Jina chided in. "Maybe next time you can ask him if we can see his full face the next time he comes!"

Little did they know that they always see him... on TV. As Bangtan Sonyeondan V.

My love for eternity.

[somaybeimbiased]

Fears

I would be happy if you wrote more of Stubborn story, thank you!:*      

                                                                                                  -Anon

Loving your work :) For the taekey omegaverse, can I ask if they ever get mated, and if they do, what was it like?                                    -Anon

Taemin didn’t regret Kibum, but he was afraid

      To Taemin, saying yes to Kibum’s mating proposal was really scary. I mean, Kibum had gone all out; flowers, a romantic dinner, a walk in the park to a secret grove with a blanket on the ground and fairy lights everywhere. But Taemin was terrified. He was still young, and he understood that he was at his prime age to mate, and then in a years time, probably have some pups. But when Kibum asked, he froze. He froze and then started crying. And Kibum panicked, and then started crying too. And then Taemin thought he’d just messed it up completely so he decided to run from the problem. He turned and ran out of the grove, but then realized he has no idea where he was supposed to go. And he just kind of stopped and shook his head and wiped his tears. He decided he was being an idiot. In that grove was a man who loved him. They’d had a lot of fun times together, and experienced a lot of things together, both good and bad.  But he loved Kibum, and he knew Kibum loved him. Why did Taemin even hesitate? He ran his hand through his hair and then returned to where he’d left Kibum. His heart broke when he saw the alpha reduced to tears, still on his knee. After a rough explanation of how dumb he was and how sorry he was and how scared he was, the omega said yes and the alpha hugged him tightly.

     It was a tradition to have the ceremony on the night of a full moon, especially for a child in the leading bloodline. Their celebration was at 3 in the afternoon, filled with blue and white roses and soft piano music. The celebrations were similar to that of a regular wedding, as was the reception. Kibum wore the colors of their pack, black and pearl aqua green, in the form of a fitted suit, and Taemin thought that it looked like the suit was made for Kibum (Kibum might’ve gotten it custom tailored but he’d never tell Tae that) And as per tradition, the omega wore a long golden dress with detailing in the same pearl aqua his to-be mate wore. Their ‘wedding’ of sorts went along without a hitch, their closest friends and family were there. Jinki, Taemin’s brother was the prime witness as it was the job of the alpha male of the pack. And Jinki’s mate, Jonghyun officiated the wedding, as it was his job as a mated omega of the leading family. He has been waiting years for this to happen because that meant Taemin would also have to do this job, splitting Jonghyun’s workload in half.

     The reception for the entire pack afterwards was the party of the year. Everyone was ecstatic to hear that the previously untouchable and perpetually single royal omega would finally mate with someone. The decorations were amazing, as Kibum had taken the task to make sure everything would be perfect for his to-be mate.

     The mating itself was what the two men had been waiting for, one eager, the other nervous. After the reception, Jinki announced it was time for the ceremony to take place, and then Taemin’s parents and Kibum’s parents took the stage and spoke about their sons and how proud they were, etc. While this was happening, Kibum and Taemin were taken into separate rooms to prepare themselves.

     Taemin took a bath in scented oils and milk to symbolize his innocence and purity which he will lose once mated. His hair was washed in coconut oils and his skin was brushed with lavender extract. He was rinsed and given a gold silk robe to wear and he was taken to the room where those of leading blood were to mate. He also donned a white blindfold, not allowed to see until his mate came and took it off of him, to symbolize the taking of his virginity. A giant bed with the most expensive bedding, the room lit with only moonlight from the balcony windows. The omega sighed as he was left to sit on the edge of the plush bed, waiting for his to-be mate to come to him.

     Kibum went through similar things to Taemin; the bath, but he was given different oils, more ‘manly’ ones associated with alpha blood. He couldn’t sit still, waiting to see his best friend and to-be mate. He was given a black robe and he was led to the room where Taemin surely waited for him. Their parents waited outside of the room and they exchanged bows. Then the omegas both touched his forehead and gave him the sacred blessing, allowing him to mate with the younger. They all bowed once again without exchanging no more than a word of congratulations.

     When Kibum walked in and saw Taemin waiting for him in that golden robe, glowing in the moonlight, he’d be lying if he said he didn’t tear up at all. He shut the door and made his way to Taemin’s side, putting a hand on his shoulder, feeling the silk robe beneath his fingers.

“Hey” he whispered and Taemin smiled and replied in a hushed voice “Hey..”

     That night they made love for the first time, Kibum whispered words of encouragement before he bit Taemin, marking and making him his mate. And Taemin cried tears of joy as he bit Kibum, doing the same.

     They fell asleep wrapped in each other’s love and warmth, neither ever feeling as close or as in love with the other.

     The next day they woke up to soft whispers of I love you and they couldn’t stop coddling each other and it was very obvious as they got ready for the day that nothing else was on their minds but each other. It was easy to tell that the mating had been a success because as the two walked around the village together they were positively glowing and Kibum was more protective over Taemin, and Taemin worried more about Kibum in general than he normally would’ve.

     They were in love, a deep deep love, and now they were mated, and had both marks and two gold, matching rings on their fingers to show for it. And Taemin wonders why he ever had fears.

A/N I hope I did it justice, I’m not the most knowledgeable about the omegaverse, but I certainly tired! If you want more, let me know!

Also I’m going to Canada this weekend so there may not be a ton of requests filled, but I will get to them!

Requests are open!

[nobilitylost]

——  𝙃𝙊𝙍𝙍𝙊𝙍 𝘼𝙀𝙎𝙏𝙃𝙀𝙏𝙄𝘾𝙎.

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FOR: Jeong Ki-Tae 

GOTHIC HORROR.

gaslights.   corsets.   ballrooms.   candlelight.   mist.   starless nights.   full moons.  cobbled streets.   horse-drawn carriages.   mysterious strangers.   bogs.   moors.  forests.  mountains.  castles.   velvet.   silver.   brass.   gold.  jewels.   domino masks.  the opera. dangerous romances.   tragic romances.   violins.    cellos.   roses.   lilies.   empty graves.  crosses.   cemeteries.   snow.   ice.   the gallows.   crows.   milk-white skin.  ambiguous illness.  fangs.   pointed nails.   something howling in the night.   capes.   gloves.   top hats.   straight razors.   lightning.   pipe organs.   underground caverns.  bats.   mice.   rats.   ravens.  cats.   pearls.   attics.   talismans.   axes.   wood.   isolation in a room full of people.   vampires.   werewolves.  ghosts.   coffins.   western europe.   eastern europe.   bones.   churches.   catacombs.   mausoleums.   spiders.   books.

CLASSIC HORROR.

black   &   white.  powder puffs.   red lipstick.   winged eyeliner.   white kitten heels.  black lace lingerie.   icy blue eyes.   rain.  abandoned cars.   skeletons.   acid.  poison.  voyeurism.   switchblades.   strangling.   overcoats.  looking over your shoulder.   trans-atlantic accents.  private detectives.   dinner parties.   haunted mansions.   alcohol in glass decanters. cobwebs.   perfect blonde curls.   kitchen knives.  shock.   cellars.  dust.  dark alleys.  empty streets.  driving at night.   horn-rimmed glasses.   radiation.   zombies.   serial murder.  paranoia.   the city.   witches.  the devil.  conspiracies.   amulets.  abject terror.  the american south.   the american northeast.   england.   analog cameras.

SLASHERS.

bloodbaths. massacres.  wanton nudity.   newspapers.   leather jackets.   letterman jackets.  converse sneakers. obscured faces.   social unrest.   bonfires. lakes.  babysitters.   suburbia.   high school. lockers.   dead leaves in the fall. jack-o’-lanterns.  outdated television sets. nightmares.   psychiatrists.   hospitals.   unstoppable forces.  gunfire.   police.   landline telephones.  household objects turned into improvised weapons. halloween. secrets.   revelations. character masks.  scrunchies.   queerness.  wild curls. morbid humor.    jeering children.   parties.   fire.  swearing.  revulsion.   california. the american midwest. ambulances.

PARANORMAL HORROR.

malevolent spirits.   seances.   spells.   missing bodies.  hidden graves.   white noise.  static. flickering lights.   rings of salt.   demons. poltergeists. dark histories.   old buildings. cold air.  mausoleums.   wells.  urban exploration. a dog barking at something you can’t see.   black ooze.   old photographs. faces you can swear you’ve seen before  but can’t for the life of you figure out where.  dark bodies of water.  crucifixes.   priests.  possession.   exorcisms.   dolls.   jump scares.

CRYPTID   &   URBAN LEGEND HORROR.

aliens. blinding light.   dark woods.   driving at night.   claw-marks.   bite-marks. men in black. memory loss.  dismembered bodies.   sewers.   flashlights.   cell phones.   video cameras.   cars with tinted windows.   abandoned houses.   unlabeled cassette tapes. bugs. big cities.  urban crimes.  clowns.  something rustling outside your window. glowing light. unsolved mysteries.   suburbia.   mirrors.   the american pacific northwest.  the american east coast.  hiking   /   backpacking.

THRILLERS.

daylight.   fluorescent lighting.   morgues.   asylums.   unwavering eye contact.   tension.   lit rooms with no one inside them.   a dog digging in the newly-planted flower bed.  steely gazes.   paperwork.   anagrams.   codes.   convicted killers.  missing persons. law enforcement.   federal agents.   small towns.   suspicion.   paranoia.  subdued terror.   dimly-lit parking lots.

tagged: stole it cause spooky time!  tagging: @alloycoded and anyone else that wants to do the thing! 

[takawtikim]

Must-Try Milk Tea Place in Binondo: Tan Tea

Gloomy Sunday Morning, My friends tried to wake up early in the morning to have a mini Binondo Food Crawl. We all know that every Sunday in Binondo is a struggle to find a parking for your car. We tried our best to find one. Our first stop is the newest Milk Tea place near Binondo Church.

We are trying another milk tea place, I told you we don’t know how many and where milk tea shop I already tried. There are thousand milk tea shop around the Philippines from Kiosk to stores with their own unique style of selling their milk tea. Tan Tea did not focus on milk tea series, they have over 11series where you can choose from.

Tan Tea is a brand originated from Hong Kong. They have over 80 branches in Hong Kong. Tan Tae branches in Hongkong was “tanke” which means “to explore”. They started here in the Philippines back in 2014 with just delivery using WeChat Messenger app around the Binondo Chinese Community only. and then after a few years, they decided to build a store in Binondo.

Boba Yogurt Series – we had Popping Boba Mango Yogurt, Popping Boba Strawberry Yogurt and Popping Boba Black Currant Yogurt.

Dirty Bottle Series – this series comes with a reusable screw-top cover. We tasted the Strawberry Dirty Milk Tea, Brown Sugar Milk Tea and Mango Dirty Milk Tea.

Milk Tea Series – we had Boba Pearl Milk Tea and Pudding Milk Tea.

Panna Cota Series – We had Mango Cream Cheese, Fragrant Matcha Cream Cheese and Black Currant Cream Cheese.

Peach Gum Series – for this series we tried the Mango Peach Gum and Butterfly Pea Coconut Peach Gum.

Fruit Tea Series – we tried the Watermelon Coconut, Fresh Grapefruit Green Tea and Butterfly Pea Lemon Cup.

Four Season Soda

Cream Cheese Series - This Series of series can have your logo or your face be printed. Amazing!

Overall, I am still amazed by their shop in the middle of Binondo. It has a white and gold theme. It’s very relaxing and made us stay a few more hours and did not proceed to our next destination in Binondo. They only use natural and best materials from Hongkong. If you are adventurous foodie, try their Fruit Tea and Soda Series, It’s really refreshing and thirst-quenching. 

[awanbiangtimitir]

Bababubble tea!

Nilibre ako ni mother dear ngayon ng bubble tea. Alam ko na sa tuwing lalabas sya kasama mga katropa nya tiyak dadaan at dadaan sila sa T4. Galing daw sila sa zumba e wala pang alas dose umalis na sya, ngayong 3:15 ng hapon saka lang sya dumating dito bahay. Tapos isang oras lang daw zumba nila, nagchikahan pa daw sila. Aba! Buti pa si mudra may social life, ako? Nganga!

Ano paborito mong milk tea?

Ako yong Pearl Milk Tea, warm and no sugar. Masaya na ako lalo na pag libre!

Naalala ko tuloy yong kinuwento sa akin tungkol sa milk tea na may babae daw na adik dito at naoperahan dahil hindi natunaw yong tapioca sa tyan nya. Napaisip naman ako kase ako nag-aaral ako ng pagiging nurse at alam ko lahat natutunaw sa kinakain natin, kong hindi may problema na yong tyan nong tao at iba pang organs na tumutulong para madigest yong kinain.

Baka yong nagkwento sa akin ay tinatakot lang ako pero hindi naman epektibo. Naitatae ko naman lahat ng kinain ko, haha! Kong hindi ka tumae ng ilang araw tiyak overflow na yon at kelangan ka ng operahan talaga lalo na pag di na epektibo ang mga laxatives.

Ano ba yan napunta na tuloy sa tae tong post ko. Kadiri!

[heychew]

4, 10, 21, 22 !! (i'd probably send more if i didn't hav such a sheety mind sidbdndn WAIT 4 ME THO)

ty for the ask, sistinas!! 💖🎀💐⭐️🌸

4. how do you take your coffee/tea?

tea: with MILK and white pearls! or green tea cuz i was raised by a mother who has the mindset of This Green Tea will cure Everything

10. do you sleep on your back, side, or stomach?

kdjshds i sleep like how all the bts members say tae sleeps: on my side nd highly preferrably cuddling something soft

21. talk about your favorite bag, the one that's been to hell and back with you and that you love to pieces.

i have this rlly nice denim longchamp bag thats just! the perfect size for everything i need (phone, wallet, powerbank) but it was a gift from my evil stepaunt so that kinda... :/ ruined it

otherwise i love my black charles nd keith bag its square and kinda shaped like a camera bag but its also the perfect size 2 fit everything i need!

22. are you a morning person?

i love mornings i just never wake up for them! 

send me more pls!

[nijjhar]

Punjabi - Al-Hajj of Al-Kabah, your own heart. This Al-Hajj is of Tarika... Punjabi - Al-Hajj of Al-Kabah, your own heart. This Al-Hajj is of Tarikatt, Kam, Karododh, Lobhh, Lobh, Moh and Hankaar to be driven out of your own heart to become a Mussallmaan, Son of Allah Al-Rahim. https://youtu.be/akQW_sXKZws Punjabi - Before attending the School to learn the Moral Laws of SHARIATT from a teacher Matt 13v52, they performed this Hajj keeping Kabah, the Temple of Adam, Shiv, Shua, etc., to their right hand side for Ba-Ilah, faithful to their tribal father, Ilah. https://youtu.be/hzoL5K_CYIc Playlist on Hajj:- https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PLFB77A1AC2FB499CE Only the faithful sons of Adam could become the Faithful Sons of Al-Ilah = Allah. They are fed on Milk, the Scriptures that has hidden Gospel Treasures, the Butter. Perfect in the Moral Laws, the School Teachers, they are called "Prophets, Angel, Fahrishhtta, etc." They are represented by Wings capable of understanding the Root of the Scriptures, the "Oral Torah = His Word" that Jesus came to deliver to the Jewish Rabbis but they killed Him whilst the Samaritans and their Rabbis highly honoured him.  John, the Baptist was the Last Prophet among the Chosen People - Luke 16v16. Punjabi - Say Islama, Eemaan hath not entered your heart yet - Hajj of "Ba-Ilah" for 12-16 years old boys, who kept Kaaba, Temple of Adam, to their Right Hand Side. Punjabi - Foundation of Islam, submission to the Will of Allah, is for the "BANDAE DAE PUTTRAN LIEE" - 2. https://youtu.be/KjlAJbg3cww Punjabi - Foundation if Islam, submission to the Will of Allah, is Hiya/Sharm - Neesiff Eemaan -1. https://youtu.be/OCbgnXclJh0 LET US UNITE OUR INDO-PAK JATT TRIBAL PEOPLE FROM KILLING EACH OTHER. Help me produce Jatt Unity Banners in Urdu, My email is nijjhar@gmail.com. Also, talk to me on Skype; my ID is the same as my email. Taliban and others who exploit people in the name of religion, a shirt that you can change any time but not your tribal father are Shaitan Al-Djmar Al-Aksa, a very powerful Satan against Allah and his people. Bhindranwalla, Lala M.K. Gandhi, a Bania, Lala Tara Singh Malhotra Khatri, Lala Mohd. Ali Jinnah, a Babla Bhatia, Ayatollah Khomeini, President Morsi, etc. are typical examples.  Enter into the House of Allah. Then, this Satan cannot harm you. How to enter the House of Allah where your soul and Amall count and not your tribe or riches? Here are the two Hajjs; one of Shariatt in which Eros unite you with your tribal people that Moses created in the wilderness called “lifting up of the snake”, the tribal rifts for Unity and is for 12 to 16 years old boys to establish their covenants with their Ilahs, their tribal fathers by keeping Kabah to their right-hand side for Ba-Ilah. Kabah is the Temple of Adam called Shiv or Shua and here Allah has nothing to do. The Temple of Allah is One and that used to be the Mosque Al-Aksa where the Holiest of Holy existed. It used to have a Curtain around it and that Curtain was removed by Christ = Satguru Jesus by Preaching the Oral Torah, His Word, in Parables so that only the people of discerning intellect seeking the Gospel Truth could grasp them or Jesus didn’t throw Pearls before swine as His Two Saints in Genersate were doing and they were locked in the silence of the graveyard with heavy chains that the Messengers of our Father Allah broke to set them FREE but the local people could not perceive the Power of Allah; for harbouring the sons of Satan, the swine. Now, this Holiest of Holy exists in Amritsar and it is highly corrupted by the Khatris, the Kings of Darkness whilst the Emperors of Darkness are the Kashmiri Mullahs. What gold has to do with Allah? The word Allah is from Ilahs, our tribal fathers such as Jatt, Pathan, Gujjar, Khatri, etc.; it is Al-Ilah, the One Supernatural Spiritual Father of our souls, the Fountain of NOOR. AWALL ALLAH NOOR OPAYIA; KUDRATT DAE SABHH BANDAE. AIK NOOR TAE SABHH JAGG OPJAEYIA; KON BHALLAE KON MANDAE. You cannot enter the House of Allah unless you kill your tribal ego called “Khudi”. The tribal “seed” is to be destroyed as you grow a plant, then the seed is destroyed but its identity is in the plant or in the House of Allah, the tribal identity becomes implicit whilst the spiritual identity in Allah becomes “EXPLICIT”. Holy spirit, common sense, shatters the fetters of the dead letters, the Holy Books. If we have One God, our Supernatural Father of our souls, then there should be one Faith. Greatest Blasphemers and Killers Blair and Bush in Iraq. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9qHdTpTXHvE&list=PL0C8AFaJhsWz7HtQEhV91eAKugUw73PW1 Christ Jesus was killed by the Temple High Priest Hypocrite/Blasphemer.  Blair and Bush blasphemies against Holy Spirit https://youtu.be/0WBYOmpDuCs American Jews – http://www.gnosticgospel.co.uk/GrimReaper.htm destroying one country after the other, in order that the scripture might be fulfilled www.gnosticgospel.co.uk/Rest.htm John's baptism www.gnosticgospel.co.uk/johnsig.pdf Trinity www.gnosticgospel.co.uk/trinity.pdf