#this is just an excuse to show of mr worldwide handsome

[magicpumpkin3]

Sea Lion

AU- Master of the monster estate

Characters: Leona Kingscholar; Gn!Reader

Special guests→ @mscarterakaviola98 @mutiachan

Stories about piracy were nothing new in high society. Given, they were not the most popular topics, but they did come up once or twice. Coincidence or not, all the talks were about the same pirate, The “Sea Lion” as navies called him.

He was a lion beast man named Leona, so the nickname checks out. No one really knows where he came from or how he became the worst nightmare of any ship, boat or any other means of transport on the sea, which made ‘worldwide business’… difficult to say the least.

Speaking of the devil. There was a big rumor going on that he was finally captured just a few days ago or even less.

"...And I'm proud to announce, that once fearsome pirate, Sea Lion, was finally caught!" Loud cheers of approval were heard through out the ball room. Everyone clapped and congratulated the governor, yourself included.

"Now, my dear friends, as much as I want to hang that filth, by law I'm bound to wait three days, therefore anyone, who desires to face the beast, may pay him a visit in the dungeons!" Loud whisper began to acho all around you. As much as piracy was a downside for your business, you felt your profit senses began to tingle. This should be interesting for sure...

For 2 days the Sea Lion had visitors, everyone said the same thing, that the pirate king, that even The Devil himself feared, was just sleeping in his cell, like it was his quarters.

On the last day, you decided it was finally the time to pay that, seemingly, lazy lion a visit. After all, it's the last day, he won't be able to reject an offer you have for him...

Before you, on the ground, with some hay as a mattress, laid the legend himself. Rumours didn't lie, he really was laying down, as if he wasn't about to be hanged at any moment.

The man was handsome, only a blind person would deny that. Laying on his back, long chocolate coloured locks splattered on his face, mainly covering the scar on his right eye. Dark skin glowing softly from the suns light from a small cell window. Lion was dressed in a typical pirate outfit, only his signature hat missing, along with his sword and guns.

"How long are you plannin’ to stare me down?" Came from the man. "My apologies, didn't want to interrupt your afternoon nap." You replied with a small chuckle. "Is that so?" He asked, with clear sarcasm practical dripping off of him. "Well, you are awake now, so it doesn't really matter now, does it?" You replied.

"I have an offer you may be interested, Mr Leona." Upon hearing his name, the lazy lion opened one of his eyes, peering at you with his green emerald like orb. "What can you offer a pirate?" He asked snarkly, lips slightly curling to show his fangs. “I’m a person of business, you are a sea bandit, I’m sure you’ll find something to take from me either way.” You paraded.

“All right then, I’m listening, herbivore.”

To say that high society was baffled, would be a massive understatement. All of them were protesting and begging you to come to your sense.

Walking around with the famous pirate was indeed a hassle, but then again, it was your idea at the end of the day.

"Please, come to your sense, your grace!" Mr. Williams yelled in desperation. "What can I say? Mr. Leona decided to use Act of grace, and who am I to decline such an offer?" You replied with a slight smugness in your voice. “Just because he’s under your command now, doesn’t mean he’s not a criminal anymore. Please, your grace, this man, even after demanding an act of grace can’t be on a ship, much less be a captain of one!” This nonsense was getting on your nerves.

“Then he shall be my gardener!” You said the first thing that came to mind. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I need to show Mr. Leona my new peach trees, they’re quite exotic after all.” Turning away from Mr. Williams, you hooked your arm under the pirates hand and started leading the way. Leona looked down on with a smirk and a glint of amusement in his eyes.

"A gardener? You're full of surprises, herbivore."

[seokjinlesbian]

HNL weekly gif battle → week 1 - bts bias (1\2)

↳ kim seokjin

[sweetwolfcupcake]

Rose Gold: Worldwide Handsome

Shades of Obsession Universe

Rose Gold Masterlist

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You were not sure what to make of it- Jin trying to and being successful in keeping up a conversation with you for hours, over a call or simply texts, and it was as flattering as much as frustrating. Flattering because you had the attention and friendship of Mr Worldwide Handsome- or that was what he made you feel and frustrating because it was getting harder to not get too attached, too close with every text message filled with witty puns, sweet words and every call, filled with anticipation and skipped beats of your fragile heart. 

So you tried to ignore him as much as possible, barely replying to his texts, not picking up his calls and coming up with lame excuses afterwards and keeping conversations as clipped as possible. 

You hated doing that to him- he was just nice, he was perfect and he did not deserve it. But you had to save yourself first. You just wanted to be less attached, less flustered- less whipped.

Millions of girls were already whipped for Kim Seokjin and one golden flying kiss from the man could attack so many hearts desperate for love, desperate for his attention and among so many, you were like some teeny-tiny, insignificant bug. 

So as soon as the realisation hit you, you did what you would always do whenever you felt like you were not supposed to be vulnerable- you began retreating to your shell and subtly pushing Jin away.

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You did not see it coming, you never did. Kim Seokjin- the Kim Seokjin showing up at your workplace- no, near your workplace at the time you were supposed to leave for home. It was the white Mercedes that you had naively mistaken for your boss' car- she liked motors.

But as soon as a man with spectacularly wide shoulders got off the car, you ceased your steps. Even though he did an excellent job at the disguise, there was no way that you would not recognise him. 

You never expected that to happen, stupidly hoping that he did see you, you turned around and began to walk away- you were on your way back to the office building, or maybe somewhere else, you had no idea where you were going anyway, you could hear brisk steps nearing you, and that made you quicken your steps.

But you could not go far as your elbow was grasped and you were compelled to turn around, narrowly avoiding colliding with Jin's form. Your guilty eyes met with his burning ones, and before you could even open your mouth, you realised that you were being dragged towards the car. You looked around, to ensure that no one had recognised him, but Jin did not seem to have cared anyway.

As soon as both of you were inside the lavish car- him occupying the driver's seat "So, what's the matter?" were his first words as soon as he closed the door and took off his mask and shades.

 Jin was not wearing any makeup and yet, his bare face was far more beautiful than any of the caked faces you had encountered throughout your day.

 "Wha-What are you talk about?" you knew what he was talking about, but you had no answers to his questions- so you tried to play it off.

 But that did not seem to work too well as you watched how Jin's eyes narrowed accusingly at you and a heavy frown settled between his brows.

 "(y/n), you don't have to pretend. Is there something bothering you? Or someone? I can take care of that you know?... For you." the last two words seemed like an afterthought to you.

 "I'm not...pretending." the look on his face clearly conveyed that he was not buying any of that.

 "(y/n)-nie, you have been ignoring me, I have been going crazy!" his voice rose and you were thankful for the tinted windows protecting both of your identities.

 The way he had sweetly called out your name as if talking to the gentlest of all creatures and then, the sudden rise of your voice had startled you slightly.

"But why? I mean, we just met." he threw you a look that made you feel as if you had asked the most irrelevant, stupidest question ever.

.

.

.

Your question dumbfounded Jin. You seriously had not even the slightest idea that he was head-over-heels for you, he was whipped for you with his heart beating at an erratic pace, he would burn for you, and yet there you were, so oblivious, looking back at him with that naive confusion. And to his utter embarrassment, the mere look had sent his blood rushing south.

But he shook away those indecent thoughts- Jin was a gentleman, after all. Moreover, the current situation was so damn inappropriate.

 But that did not mean that he never wanted to punish you- of course, he did. But that was for later- he would punish you later for that, in his own way. But at the moment, he knew that he needed to be straightforward with you.

 "What do you mean by 'why'? Because you are important to me- that's why!" 

He could see how surprised you were and that made him question everything he had been doing- for you, for his and your relationship to progress.

Maybe he was not doing enough, maybe the random and frequent calls and texts were not enough- he had been showering you with attention- as much as his brutal schedule could allow him. But perhaps you were used to all of it- you were used to the attention?

Or simply you never thought much of it- yes, that was the case! The more he thought about it, the more relevant it became to him.

He looked at your still confused orbs, and he knew that he could melt- You were the one for him, he realised, and the realisation made him smile, the warm fuzzy feeling in his heart quickly growing into an almost overwhelming heat and spreading throughout his form.

He would make it more obvious- he would make it glaringly obvious. Jin had decided.

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You desperately wished to hide your face during such moments, a moment like the one you were experiencing- all eyes on you, teasing smiles, whispers and curious glances, your cheeks and ears felt to be aflame as you stared at the perfectly -made bouquet of red and white roses place on your desk.

While your eyes were on the bouquet, you could feel everyone's eyes on you, maybe not everyone, but it felt embarrassing nevertheless- these were such moments when you hated the fact that your office was an open space, your subordinates, seniors- heck even the CEO could see that bouquet. It was an open-space working environment anyway.

 "Someone has an admirer." the CEO's voice had a teasing edge to it and when you looked up to her.

She passed you an amused chuckle before resuming her work and commanding others to follow.

 You were partially grateful for her intervention, at least you were no more the centre of attention. You resumed your work, shifting your focus back on the project you had been working on for months- or at least you tried to as your mind kept wandering back to the bouquet that had been delivered at your workplace, it had a card on it and when you had opened the card, it read 

'Your Worldwide Handsome' 

The handwriting was somewhat familiar, making you doubt if it belonged to the sender, Jin. The fact made you shut your eyes and shake your head.

No, no, no don't think like that, it's-just-it's a kind gesture, yes, just a kind gesture, that's all, he does not see me like that!

You kept pressing those thoughts on your mind, to keep them wandering off, to keep your mind from thinking anything...Impossible.

But just as you were about to win back your focus on your work, you felt your phone vibrating, creating a startling buzzing sound, you almost gasped when you saw the name displayed on the screen 'RJ' the silly code-name you had used to save Jin's contact. But thinking back, you knew that it was way too obvious to be a safe codename.

Reflexively, you picked up his call

 "Did you get my gift?"

 Came his calm voice, it was not fair, your heart was ready to burst out at any given moment and sounded so calm, composed and confident

"You mean the bouquet?" you asked dumbly.

"Of course the bouquet Sweet, why? Is it not to your liking? Or is there a rival of mine here?" 

"Huh? R-rival? Why would you have a rival?" your heart thumped at his words.

 Instead of replying, Jin let out a chuckle "Have I not been obvious enough (y/n)-nie?"

It is not what you think, not what you think

"I...We are good friends, you do not need to send me flowers." you were sure that your voice cracked at some point.

 "Hmm, that's strange, you do not get it I see."

 Came his voice from the other side with a tinge of playfulness in it, you could almost visualise the amused gleam in his twinkling eyes- you had seen that many times.

 "Do not worry my Sweet, I will make things more obvious now. See you tonight (y/n)."

 With that, he had cut the call, not even giving you a chance to speak, you wanted to deny, or come up with some excuse but you could not- he did not leave any scope for you to turn down his proposal. It was then you realised, it was not even a proposal, he just told you that you were going to have dinner with him.

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[wackapedia]

Shall We?

Kim Taehyung x Reader

You get bullied by life and decide to return to your mum’s place in Daegu when a handsome stranger rudely kicks you in the shin and offers you a better deal.

WC: 1.6k

You dump your duffel bag on the cushioned seat before dumping yourself next to it, exhaling a sigh of relief. Grabbing a handkerchief from your pocket, you blow your nose and wipe your tears while making yourself comfortable on the barely populated train car. It was the Thursday 11:42pm trip to Daegu. No one leaves Seoul except on weekends. You wallow in the deep hum of the waiting train, distracting yourself from your anger and self-pity from an extremely awful week at work. So awful that its driving you back home to your mom's place at this time of the night. "Excuse me, this is my seat." a young man in a loose jacket and a baseball cap nudges your leg with his ridiculously clean Chuck Taylor shoes. "Are-?" you gasp in disbelief. "There's literally 12 people in this car and you want to sit here!?! Is this your first time in a train?!" You raise your head to look at the stranger through your tear-glossed eyes. The young stranger's surprise was evident on his face.

"A-as a matter of fact, yes, it is." He pouts. A few awkward beats pass between you before sighing in disbelief. "... I'm sorry, that was rude. I'll just sit somewhere else." You apologize while collecting your bag from the seat, feeling your tears well up again, feeling absolutely shitty. "Omo, are you crying? Its fine, you can have this seat!" He worries, moving to stop you from getting up. "Its not- This isn't about the seat. Its fine, I'm okay" you reassure the young stranger as tears fall from your eyes. "Please..." He pulls the handle of your bag down, keeping you in your seat. He sits on the vacant seat beside you. You nod at him, not trusting your voice.

"I'm Taehyung by the way.." He introduces himself after a few moments to let you calm yourself. The train begins to move away from the platform. The rest of the passengers settle themselves for the six hour trip. "I'm Y/n. Sorry about that thing..." "Psh. I was being rude too. Lets forget about it." He smiles and takes off his cap, freeing his soft brown hair.

"Now why were you crying? Bad breakup?" Taehyung's cheerful tone makes you chuckle. "No, my boss yelled at me. I think I'll be jobless by next week." You recall that fateful moment inside your boss' office earlier today. "Oh. Sorry. What do you do?" Taehyung's boxy smile turns into a frown. "I want to write a mystery novel, but I'm nowhere near that right now." You chuckle at how that sounded. "Sure you are. And you'll get there one day. I'm sure of it" He kindly offers, settling himself like a child on his seat.

"Thanks. How about you? Why are you running away?" You ask, plucking your water bottle from your duffel bag in the seat between you and Taehyung. "Wh- what makes you think I'm running?" He stutters nervously. "Well," you begin, stretching your arms in front of you as if preparing for a fist fight- "You're traveling with no bag, no phone, you only have your ID and you only pay cash. You're always checking if you're being followed and you made sure your cap covers your face back at the platform, and you flinched at the sound of the camera shutter from that lady in front. I'd say you're running."

"Whoa you noticed all that? You're gonna be a great writer" Taehyung's eyes gleam in amazement. "So which one is it? Cops? Mafia? Crazy ex?" You ask, bringing your feet on top of your bag to face him. "Its complicated." He supplies. You nod in understanding.

"So what's the story of this mystery novel you're planning to write?" Taehyung copies your form, bringing his feet on the seat between in order to face you. You begin to discuss the story plot you've daydreamed too often, the hero of your story witnessing a crime and uncovering a darker conspiracy. Taehyung enthusiastically listens, and would often butt in to provide commentary or suggestions to the character's decisions. You are appalled by how Taehyung's thought process is very different to anyone you've ever met. You spend the next few hours of the trip designing the narrative to your novel instead of sleeping.

"But what if, instead of finding the clue in the basement, its hidden in the-" "Hold that thought, I need to pee." You interrupt your enthusiastic seatmate from his idea as you slide your numbing legs off your duffel bag, and get up from the seat to jog to the restrooms. A muffled thump makes Taehyung look at the item that dropped from your bag. He picks up the tangled green cord from the floor to return it to you when he realizes it was your company ID.

"You work at Dispatch?" Taehyung's stern voice greets you as soon as you returned. "Next week I probably wont be" You shrug nonchalantly, Squeezing yourself in front of him to get back to your window seat. "So you know me?" He continues harshly, slamming the item on the seat between you. "Well, You guys' faces are literally everywhere Mr. Kim." You grab your identification, stuffing it in the pocket of your bag. "Oh so I'm Mister Kim now?" Taehyung scoffs. "What are you gonna do, sell my story? Were you recording our conversation?" He shoves his hand in a pocket of your bag. "Dude I was literally just trying to sleep all the way to Daegu until you kicked me in the shin. If I were trying to get your story I should've pried it out of you by now, right?" You let him riffle through your bag of wrinkled clothes you hastily stuffed in. "You're not...?" His glossy eyes stare into your sleepy ones. "You know why I got yelled at today?" You sigh. "They wanted me to write some bullshit story about you and dig on your dating rumour. And I said no, this wasn't what I signed up for. So my boss threw a whole fit about it. And I still refused." You finally tell him. Both of you were silent for a few beats, letting the train arrival announcement settle. Then Taehyung speaks. "I ran away from BigHit because they want me to deny the dating rumour." Taehyung remains silent, gauging your reaction. "So its true then? N-not that I-, well.. If it is true, I got yelled at for nothing." You shift awkwardly in your seat. "Not that it matters..." You mutter to yourself. "Its not true. I did it just to piss off our boss." He mischievously tells you, his smile gradually growing, causing you to laugh. "That's the spirit! Its not like you're gonna get fired anyway!" You cheer him. "You on the other hand.." He clears his throat and gives you a concerned look. "I think I'm staying in Daegu. I'm good with plants, I can learn how to farm." You said, half-jokingly. "Absolutely not! You have to write your mystery novel and get it published!" He says before getting interrupted by an announcement, signaling your arrival. "You know I noticed you at the platform but I never realized who you were until you kicked me in the shin." You say while hoisting your bag to your shoulder. "Hey I said I'm sorry!" Taehyung looks up to you as you stand up.

"Well, this is it." Taehyung speaks from the threshold of the train car, stuffing his hands in his pockets, stretching his jacket down. "Wait you're not getting off?" You ask, facing him after stepping off the train. "No, I figured I have to go back. They must be worried about me." He shrugs and gives you a tight-lipped smile. "Okay, well. Apologize to your boss. And deny the dating rumours. I want to read about it on Dispatch first thing in the morning." You smile back, teasing him. "Or I could just make it real..." Taehyung toes with an invisible pebble from his place in the train door. "Hmm?" You ask, doubting what he means. "Get back on board, lets finish your mystery novel." "What do you mean?" You ask, stepping on the yellow line to be closer to him. "I mean you show up at work today, tell your boss 'shove it I quit' and then get the novel published." He nervously chews at his lower lip after answering.

You take a shaky breath in, considering your options. Taehyung interrupts your thoughts once more. "Or I could just stay here and start a farm with you. I've always liked to be a strawberry farmer." "Are you sure?" You laugh at the notion of Kim Taehyung, worldwide idol turned strawberry farmer. "Look, y/n. I've never been more sure in my life than the last six hours I've spent with you on this train. I wanna take you out on a date, y/n." Your eyebrows shoot to your hairline. "Hmm?" You ask again, this time a little sharper. "Lets grab some breakfast. We can catch the 7:15 back to Seoul." Taehyung hops off the train car and puts his arm around you while adjusting his baseball cap on his head. "Shall we?" He drives you through the empty Daegu West Interconnection terminal at 4:38 am, feeling as lively as ever, occasionally skipping in his steps, content to spend another six hours with you. "On the train back, we should get some sleep, don't you think?" You ask, chuckling nervously while sliding your hand up and down your bag strap.

[oreomonsterhunter]

ON:E D2

Day 2 continued (even though there isn’t really a part one since TuMBlr DeLETed iT and I do not have the energy to try to recreate my thoughts, plus they wouldn’t be first impressions anymore since I’ve seen it already. Le sigh)

My Time is up first and I’m not prepared. My laptop even decided to quit the hell out of the website I was watching from, I assume in an attempt to protect me from 23 year old menace Jeon Jungkook. But the show must go on...

Ok I love the guitar move, I loved it the last two times and I love it now

No one come for me but his voice sounded a tad bit off when he first came in

I say this with love because my eyes and ears are peeled for injuries and strain and it is 2000007191819% believable that jk went too hard on day 1

But you know he’s right back on top again when the backing vocals come in and it sounds like a recording 😍 that’s my boy

I SEE TIDDIES I REPEAT THERE ARE TIDDIES ON THE SCENE

This choreo is impeccable

And I say that having seen it thrice and had my eyes peeled for the footwork and hand work because jk can Dance with that real good technique

You can almost touch the hours he’s put into this performance

Can you tell I’m avoiding the sexual nature as long as possible because I am

The leather fit was better for the thighs I’m just gonna say it

I like the red (and spoiler: the fact that he and jimin switch colors) but I reeeeeally liked the leather

My gawd those shoulder moves he’s so aggressive with it I’m 😳

The fact that his entire chest is out is absolutely sending me off the deep end, I am losing it, I have lost it

This sure is a...pectacle

Insert Jin windshield wiper laugh here

Jeon jungkook has pretty broad shoulders...and an itty bitty waist...and he’s throwing it in my face I’m like damn

Ok the backup dancers are lovely, and I like the symbolism of jk being followed by shadowy strangers, his every move inspected and copied

Imma say it: I liked day one hair better

I AM GASPING FOR BREATH JEON JUNGKOOK STOP IT RIGHT NOW I SAW ABS AND A WHOLE FRICKIN SHOULDER PUT THAT AWAY YOUNG MAN

I am keeping my eyes on the prize there is more to come I gotta stay cool but his THIGHS ARE A SIREN SONG AND I AM HELPLESS

That vocal run oof 😍😭 and right after that intense dance nonsense

Ok Santa I’ve had enough, all I want for Christmas is to squeeze jk’s thigh. Just one. Just for a moment. That’s all I ask.

I see sweat 👀 I’m not gonna say the thought I’m having I’ll scandalize you

FILTERRR JIMINNNN FUCK ME UPPPPP

Ok so he has his first note and immediately spreads his legs what am I supposed to do here jimin

His shirt is thin and almost missing as many buttons as mr doesn’t-know-what-buttons-are-jungkook so HOW does he do the outfit change later...we’ll find out

THE ROBE yes this is better this is the one heck yeah new fave

Jimin is Carmen right now (if you know you know) this is my ultimate goal

His hair...I said I was obsessed on day one but tousled is 😍 I love silvery jimin

And yes his eyeshadow is perfection absolute chef kiss Gordon Ramsay is on his knees praising this five star look

The lift and the half fall with the backup dancers is even MORE chef kiss ughhhh I’m so glad I’m watching this again to catch the details (and now I can pause lol)

Oop I caught a glimpse of those hand tattoos hello

Yeah jimin said “jk isn’t the only one with a chest”

HOW the outfit change was FOUR SECONDS OR LESS I COUNTED

I am literally yoongi looking at jhope doing hip thrusts right now. Hand over mouth, phone fallen to the floor, my entire life in shambles. Jimin has brought literal tears to my eyes how is he this potent even through a screen

Potent is the word, he is an actual SIREN like what

Jimin get over here I want you

And now I’m soothed with Jin 😌 thank you

THE PINK SHIRT nvm I’m not soothed I am a massive fan girl

His hair is also perfection, the whole vibe is It

Jin’s voice is sweeter than the WWH kisses he blows to the audience all the time 😭 omggg

I really do love that shirt, the sleeves are so fun and pretty and flowy

The little prince theme is killin me ahh

Things I want after this concert (since part 1 was deleted I’ll repeat myself...thanks tumblr I really love that you deleted valuable notes): jimins ripped sparkly pants, jungkook’s thighs, jimin, Jin’s shirt

HOLY HELL THAT HIGH NOTE

Jin are you sure you’re human I see no flaws, pretty suspect if you ask me

What?!? The song is over already? Excuse me?

Probably because I had to keep taking breaks from jk to breathe, and jimin to regain some control of my brain cells

The way tae does lil kid things as an adult

Not just on stage but I was reminded by that lil finger wave, this absolute cutie

The way he holds a mic is 👀 this man really does everything differently and somehow makes anything look damn good

What’s cuter, this kid or taehyung’s smile right before the chorus??? Impossible choice?

NOPE it’s the way tae makes those little faces at him and pats his head and you hear army in the background 🥺😭😭

His high notes at the end? Are they all trying to murder me with these vocals? Vocal line doesn’t REST

EGOOOOOO I think I need hobi in a red car for the rest of my life

How am I supposed to stay calm when you look That Good, hobi?

This choreo is so much fun ahhhhh I wanna dance but I’m definitely not good enough to learn this on the fly

The lil woah

Ripped jeans hobi 😍

Skipping hobi is an absolute joy, a bit of sunshine everyone needs to witness, the cure to what ails you, the light at the end of a long day, I sob

His joy is seeping through the screen he really is sunshine

He can really make any dance look easy, that’s such a skill

I mean these leg moves? I know they’re hard, or at least tricky, and he just? Does them? And makes my brain think they’re easy because he’s just doing them so naturally? What a lie he’s just gifted beyond this dimension. And also practices to perfection so there’s that

Tae is seriously shaking his booty right now lol

I know the boys always make fun of suga’s rap during boy with luv but I really love it

Jin’s so happy 😊 they’re all excited and having so much fun

I’ll never stop screaming over bts harmonies. Jk can actually turn anything into a masterpiece he blends so well with everyone, goosebumps every time I forget about a harmony and get surprised and ughhhh yesss

Jimin doing the ego dance lol this cutie

See I’m not crazy, they really are so happy on stage 😭 they’re all glowing and now they’re gonna talk about it I better not cry I’m too tired for that

Mmmmm Joonie wearing necklaces is 👌

All of their hair looks stellar oof

DNA choreo is one of my faves (who can watch them and say they’re not amazing performers, seriously)

Yasss Jin goooooo

Dance line really knows how to take and grab my attention like...I’m addicted to them

The hobi center part at the end though 🥳

I love the old songs, I’m always smiling when some of them come on idk

It makes me happy that bts still like performing their old stuff, like...we enjoy it but so do they

SUGA ON THE THRONE WHERE HE BELONGS #king of swag

You know it’s an old song when rapper jk reappears, and y’all know how much I love rapper jk *cough* ddaeng *cough*

The baseball is weird not gonna lie

Ooh little groovy jhope

Jimin seriously considered yanking his shirt up, I saw him think about it 😂 but shirt still tucked in

NEVER OVER THIS DANCE BREAK

Ok usually my jaw drops over jhope NOT NAMJOON excuse ME whAT

This should be ILLEGAL SIR, ILLEGAL

Ok yeah jhope has my jaw dropping again how does he move like that

😳😩🥵 red alert, that smirk is worth calling 911 to put out a fire because Hot Damn

I love jimin’s voice ok I love it

The closeups on heavy breathing sweaty bangtan are actual threats against my life

Not sure I have a pulse anymore

Can anyone in bts perform cpr I think I need it

Ok nvm jhope’s intro in spring day is the virtual version, I’m saved

What excuse me park jimin you better be ok go drink some water bb

Jin forehead I see you, worldwide handsome on full display

Gahhhh hobi vocals simultaneously kill me and bring me back to life

Also harmonies with rapline and vocal line (suga and jimin are lovely omg)

IDOLLLLLLLL YASSSSSS QUEEN

jk is totally doing sound effects lmao

I like how tae has the bandana around his bicep again (they totally stalked the internet and found the thirst, it’s the least practical thing, he’s only wearing that for one reason lol

They are the MOST HYPE how do they just keep going my introverted ass is in awe

Jk like move y’all are in my way this is my moment get out of it ahahaha

Wait how did I not notice tae put the bandana on his head

It must be a pain in the butt to clean up all that confetti

Encore song is only for army 🥺 these are the most precious boys i swear

Jimin fixing jhope’s hair...I thought I couldn’t uwu any harder but I can

Apparently I can uwu even harder because jimin saying he’s not gonna cry and smiling so big his eyes turn into smiles too I’m the softest for one man and his name is park jimin

President joon, I’m happy too 😭

[bts-bringthescenarios]

Genre: fluff, hints of angst. Pairing: [romantic] female reader + bts!hyung line Contents & Warnings: multiple career!reader, physical contact, swear words, Harry Potter (Books) spoilers.

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Kim Seokjin

Jin had always been a firm believer in love at first sight. As such, he was convinced that when he met ‘the one’ a slumbering something would simply wake up inside him and let him know clearly: ‘this is your soulmate, Seokjin’. So what he wasn’t expecting was the baffling torrent of thoughts and emotions that were brought about when you talked to him for the first time, which left him feeling both exhilarated and terrified at the same time. 

“Hello, worldwide handsome,” you had mocked him playfully, beaming at him as you leaned in to apply primer on his skin. “My name is (Y/N). Please let me know if anything I do tickles you or makes you uncomfortable, okay?”

And you had gotten to work, just like that. You had shaken him inside and out and gotten yourself busy without so much as an acknowledgement for the mess you’d made of him. 

There was an extended BTS tour coming up, and BigHit was rallying a team of makeup artists to join them during the whole trip. You had worked with other idols for a while, and you were so good your boss personally recommended you as an asset for the tour team in BigHit. They decided to try you out for a BTS Run Episode, which lead to your first meeting with Jin. 

Of course, you already knew the members from hearsay and had an idea of what to expect. Jin, on the opposite hand, was not prepared for you. Perhaps physically you weren’t the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen, even though he found you pretty and charming. What drew him to you was something he couldn’t put his finger on, more like your “aura”: you were spontaneous but also considerate, kind but funny at the same time, very professional but with a casual, laid-back attitude. You moved your body with purpose and determination, and you furrowed your eyebrows in a very cute way while you worked.

By the time you were done with him, Jin was feeling dizzy. During the whole time your face had been very close to his, and even though he had never felt uncomfortable by close proximity with previous makeup artists, this time he found it hard to talk and breathe normally. You had prattled and joked around the whole time because you noticed he was a bit uneasy, but when in the end he gave you a tense smile, you assumed he hadn’t quite liked you. This probably meant you wouldn’t have a good chance to join the tour team. His face looked fantastic, more so than usual, so you figured that ought to count for something. 

Still, you were pleasantly surprised when your boss called you up to let you know you’d been selected for the job, and what astonished you the most was that Jin had personally requested you to be his makeup artist. Your boss frowned at your shocked expression, but you decided not to let her know about how tense Jin had appeared to be when you had worked on him. Maybe he was having a bad day and you had taken it too personally. 

So the tour began. On the first concert date you walked down to the changing rooms, feeling a bit jet lagged and carrying your faithful makeup briefcase with you. The moment you entered the room, Jin flashed you a breathtaking grin and greeted you enthusiastically. Your heart skipped a beat as you noticed how beautiful he looked when he was happy about something. 

You stopped dead in your tracks. ‘No’, you told yourself firmly, ‘Kim Seokjin is off limits, (Y/N).’ 

“Are you alright?” Jin asked, getting up from his seat and rushing by your side. 

“I’m fine! Nothing to worry about,” you answered hastily, shaking your head a little. “I’m just a little jet lagged, you know?”

“I understand,” Jin replied smilingly as he walked next to you toward his makeup chair, “I’ve gotten so used to it I barely notice it anymore.” 

This time, Jin was incredibly chatty as you worked. It made your job a bit more difficult, but you were so entertained by your conversation you didn’t mind at all. He joked and made puns all the time, telling you funny tales about his previous tours and all in all making you laugh heartily. By the time his makeup was done, you had enjoyed yourselves so much you felt sorry work was over for now. Still, even after you were done he kept talking with you, until it was his queue to go to the stage. 

“Okay, time to go,” he said, looking a bit down for the first time. He got up and examined his face in the mirror. “Wow, (Y/N), you really are the most talented makeup artist I’ve ever met.” 

You chuckled nervously, your heart punching loudly against your chest. As Jin waved at you and left the changing room you took a second to compose yourself, monitoring your breathing. You sternly reprimanded yourself for… for whatever it was that you were feeling. You didn’t even want to think about what those feelings meant, least of all name them. 

However, this wouldn’t be the last time you would censure your emotions; as a matter of fact it quickly became a routine over the next couple of months. And it was just so fucking difficult to get a grip on yourself once Jin started asking you personal questions, or finding excuses to touch you for the briefest moments. He was deeply interested in everything you said, and he started sharing more and more about himself, his life, his family… 

The other makeup artists were already beginning to gossip good-naturedly about your relationship with Jin, jokingly trying to persuade you to take the leap and snatch him up. You really liked Jin, but you weren’t sure if he liked you as a friend of else. Besides, weren’t the Bangtan Boys banned from dating? You couldn’t risk both your jobs like that. So, naturally, you sought help to control yourself before you did anything stupid: you asked coworker and best friend Yu-ri to monitor you and warn you when she saw you getting a bit too involved. She was the only one who took your conundrum seriously, and you soon found she was perfect for the job: on several occasions she called you away from Jin at the nick of time before you gave your feelings away. 

The Bangtan members noticed the situation too, of course. And, unlike you, they could see the toll these daily conversations had on Jin. One concert night Namjoon had a full view of his hyung’s melancholy expression as he walked away from you. 

“When are you going to ask her out? You know they called off the dating ban,” Namjoon whispered as they marched towards the stage. 

“I’d do it right now if I could. I’d literally turn around and ask her to go out with me right this moment,” Jin replied, and then he gave Namjoon a sad smile. 

“But…?”

Jin sighed quietly as they took their positions in the elevating platform, staring into space. Namjoon waited patiently. 

“The success rate of idol plus non-idol couples in this industry is low enough without me chipping in, even without dating bans. I can’t risk it,” Jin replied rubbing his temples, clearly distressed. “(Y/N) is so amazing, so unique. And the way I feel when I’m with her... I just can’t help myself. I want to get to know her, and I want her to know me. But I don’t want to ruin everything. I’d rather wait for now, maybe in a few years…” he trailed off hopelessly. 

Namjoon nodded pensievely, and then squared his shoulders. 

“Well, I don’t think you like her that much,” he snapped. Jin stared back in surprise. “I mean, that must be the reason why you won’t even try.”

The platform started its painfully slow rising motion, and they couldn’t continue their conversation. 

Jin mulled over Namjoon’s words that night. Was he being a coward? In truth, the way he felt about you was scary to him. He’d had crushes before and knew how those felt, but with you? He was in love. He wanted it —no, he needed it to work. He should be cautious. But was waiting for who knows how long a careful thing to do? Would you just sit and wait or would you give up on him? 

And then the answer popped up in his mind effortlessly. Of course he had to involve you in this decision. Why should he figure this out on his own? Why should you be left out of it? 

The next day was their night off, so the whole staff was resting in their hotel rooms. You were sharing with Yu-ri, and you had decided to hang out at night and watch a show together. You were too preoccupied with your feelings for Jin to actually pay any attention to it, so you barely noticed when the room phone rang and your roommate picked it up. 

“(Y/N)? It’s for you,” Yu-ri said, gazing at you meaningfully. “It’s him.” 

“What?” your voice cracked. She nodded excitedly. You pressed the receiver to your ear. “It’s happening,” Yu-ri mouthed silently. 

“Seokjin? It’s (Y/N).” 

“Hi! Sorry to bother you on your night off. Are you free right now?” he asked, sounding rather nervous. “Could you come over? I’d like to talk to you.”

Your heart was racing in your chest as you took the elevator to his room. ‘He’s just worried about his makeup tomorrow’ you tried to convince yourself as you walked through the hallway. ‘This is NOT a date, (Y/N).’ But, if it wasn’t, then why was he summoning you to his room on his night off? 

Your hand trembled as you knocked softly on the door. Jin opened the door and invited you in. 

As you eyed him carefully, you noticed dark bags under Jin’s eyes, who nervously led you to the couch beside the bed and gestured you to sit down next to him. You obeyed quietly, worried. He looked a bit ill, and for a while he remained silent. 

“I should have brought my makeup with me,” you finally said, going for a light-hearted tease to break the ice. “I want everyone to be rendered speechless by Mr. Kim Seokjin’s handsome looks on tomorrow’s talk show. And by the look of you, I should be getting started with your makeup right now if we want to be done by tomorrow night.” 

“I’m sorry I’m taking little care of your raw material,” he chuckled, and then got serious again. “I haven’t slept at all. I have a lot on my mind these days. Or, should I say, you’ve been a lot on my mind,” he added, moving closer to you. 

Your heart skipped a beat. 

“I think you know why I called you here, but I’d like to say something first. As you must know by now, an idol’s life is very fulfilling, but filled with complications and self-sacrifice. Specially when it comes to our personal lives. They take the biggest toll.”

“I know,” you said softly. He was sitting so close, you only had to extend your hand to touch him. You didn’t. “I see how you struggle with it, and I can only imagine how hard it must be.”

Jin’s heart melted as he saw the genuine concern on your eyes. He swallowed hard and fixed his eyes on yours. 

“(Y/N), I know, believe me, that you deserve the best partner there is. I spent the last months convincing myself that I’m not the right fit for you, that you don’t want to be with someone with my job. But… I realized I never thought to ask you about it. I’ve been so scared of your answer, I couldn’t bring myself to ask you the question. So I’m doing it right now.”

As Jin’s words sunk in, the nervousness that had gripped you during the night dissipated quickly, a radiant excitement taking its place. You weren’t treading on unsure grounds now, you knew that you felt exactly the same way about him. This confidence made your heart swell and brought back your usual light-heartedness.

“So,” you grinned as you took his hand in yours, “are you asking me if I would be willing to date an idol?”

“Exactly,” Jin nodded, squeezing your hand in his. 

“Hmm,” you mocked a thoughtful expression, “not just any idol, only the most handsome idol in the world. But would Worldwide Handsome Jin be willing to date a makeup artist?”

“Not just any makeup artist,” Jin teased back, caressing your cheekbones with the back of his fingers. “Only the most wonderful, most talented one I’ve ever met.”

In a motion slow enough to drive you crazy with anticipation, Jin wrapped his arms around your waist and softly pulled you closer, gazing deeply into your eyes. You held his face in your hands and leaned in, your breath warming Jin’s full lips.

Knock, knock. 

Both of you stopped, your faces just a centimeter away from each other. 

“Hyung, why aren’t you replying to my texts? We need to go over tomorrow’s interview,” Namjoon’s voice echoed from the other side of the door. 

Jin sighed heavily, brushing his nose against yours. He knew he had to answer, but he was unwilling to let go of you yet. You slid your hands down his neck and tried to pull away, but Jin held you in place. He pressed his forehead to yours and closed his eyes. 

“Can we do this in the morning?” he answered, just loud enough for his voice to carry outside. 

“No, I’ll be busy,” Namjoon insisted. “Can you open up?”

“Stay right here,” Jin commanded softly. As he got up his fingers trailed up your spine, making you shiver, and you knew you wouldn’t move an inch even if he took all night. 

Jin opened the door, and Namjoon, too busy going over notes he was holding, walked right into the middle of the room before he saw you. Frozen in place, it took him a few seconds to react. 

“(Y/N)!” he blurted out, blushing furiously. His eyes darted frantically from you to Jin, who was standing next to the door with his arms wound tightly over his chest. “Er… how are you?” 

“I’m embarrassed, thanks for asking. How about yourself?” you replied humorously. Jin chuckled quietly at your answer.

“Oh, I’m so sorry for interrupting. Er… I should leave. I mean,” he said, turning to Jin. “We can talk about the interview tomorrow, right? We’ll figure something out.”

“Please,” Jin replied dryly, moving out of the way to gesture Namjoon out. Despite his hurry to have him out of his room, Jin wasn’t angry at his brother. After all, how could he resent the man whose wise words had made this whole situation possible in the first place? 

Namjoon stumbled out of the room, Jin locking the door behind him. The moment he was out of range to listen, Jin and you burst out laughing. 

“I don’t think I ever saw someone looking so mortified,” you said as Jin slid back next to you, embracing you again. 

“Serves him right for interrupting one of the happiest moments of my life,” he whispered as he leaned in and sealed your lips with his.

***

Min Yoongi

The clinic was overworking you, and you had covered more shifts than usual this past week. It wasn’t their fault that the other two psychologists from the ER team had taken sick leave because of the flu, and you were too responsible to just leave people unattended. Your boss and team were grateful for your efforts, but they had insisted you take the rest of the weekend off after working double shifts for the past seven days, which was a good thing because you already had plans. 

A few weeks ago, you had promised the boys you would visit them on Saturday and you would all go to a Karaoke Bar, and they had booked a private room to have fun away from the clicking of the paparazzi's cameras. So as soon as you finished your shift in the afternoon, you went straight to their dorms to have tea and leave together for the Karaoke Bar in the evening. You were really excited about your plans, and even though you hated to admit it, you were even more excited at the prospect of seeing Yoongi again after a while. You usually hung out with him more than with the rest of the boys, you just got along so well, but although the BigHit headquarters were only a few blocks away from the clinic where you worked, this past week had been so hectic it had been literally impossible for you two to even catch a coffee together, you had been too busy.

At first you were full of energy and enthusiasm, and even prepared tea and sandwiches with Yoongi. You laughed and joked together all the while, but he was secretly worried. Throughout the past week he had texted you regularly to make sure you were getting enough sleep, and he knew you weren’t. He had double checked if you wanted to raincheck on today’s plans, but when you insisted you were just fine he didn’t press the matter. He knew better than to argue with you, and besides he was too glad to see you again to miss out on the opportunity. 

Despite your initial great mood and energy, shortly after you all had eaten together you began to feel drowsy. You still had a good hour or so before you had to set off to the Karaoke Bar, and you could barely keep your eyes open. Yoongi was sitting right next to you, and as he monitored you he became increasingly convinced there was no way you would be able to stay awake. 

“Jimin, text the Karaoke Bar to cancel the booking,” Yoongi finally said aloud, making your eyes snap open. “I think we’re all just dead tired today. We should stay home and watch a movie or something.” 

“I’m not tire—” Jimin began, but he was swiftly reprimanded by a slap on the arm from Namjoon. It was too late, though: you had already heard him.

“No, no, it’s fine,'' you said, suppressing a yawn. “You guys have been looking forward to karaoke all week. I just need to rest up for a bit, I’ll be as good as new in a few minutes.” 

Yoongi shot you an exasperated look. Why did you have to be so goddamn stubborn? Why couldn’t you just prioritize your own wellbeing for once? Why did you have to pretend to be fine all the time when you clearly weren’t? You were just so… so like him. 

“Really, (Y/N), we can reschedule for next Saturday. I’m tired too,” Hoseok added considerately, catching Yoongi’s concerned eyes. 

“No, you’re not,” you answered firmly. “You were the most excited of us all, Hobi. You even played the list of tracks you’re going to sing all week during breakfast. Yeah, I read all those texts in the group chat.” 

Well, it was true, Yoongi thought. And you hadn't even mentioned the fact that he actually sang along. As much as he loved his fellow member, Yoongi didn’t know if he could survive another week tolerating Hoseok’s interpretation of all his favorite songs, but then again he was worried you would just faint if you overexerted yourself. He’d rather wear headphones during breakfast for the next few days and have you rest now. 

“We still have some time to decide, (Y/N),” Taehyung ventured, “we could just take it easy and watch something for now, and if you’re fine later we’ll go.” 

“I want to watch the first episode of that show that aired on Thursday!” Jeongguk added, his shoulders bouncing up and down excitedly. 

You knew they were trying to persuade you to stay put, but it just didn’t feel right to cancel their plans. They rarely had time for fun, since they worked so hard and toured all the time. And you had all finally managed to arrange your schedules to go out together. You weren’t going to give up easily. 

But Jeongguk’s genuine excitement made you relent. He really seemed to want to watch the show. There was no harm in taking it easy for an hour, right? Once the episode was over you’d feel renewed, and then you’d all go to the Karaoke Bar together. 

However, the moment you all sat down on the huge couch in the TV room you felt overwhelmingly exhausted. To nobody’s surprise, you were out like a light in less than five minutes. The boys waited until you were fast asleep before quietly exiting the room, where only Yoongi remained to make sure you were not disturbed. 

He was hoping to get some work done while you were asleep, so Yoongi took out his tablet and began to write down ideas for a song he’d been unsuccessfully trying to complete this past month. He had worked out the melody and he just couldn’t find lyrics for it. Yoongi tried for a few minutes to conjure up the right words, but he was too distracted. His eyes kept darting back to you, like a magnet, and he worried about all sorts of things. Were you comfortable enough or were you going to wake up with a stiff neck? Were you cold? Should he bring a blanket? What if you woke up when he placed the blanket over you? Did you always look so beautiful when you slept? 

Oh no, not these stupid ideas again, he thought, shaking his head and trying to stop himself from staring at you. He had been over and over this with himself. You hadn’t shown any sign of actually liking him in a romantic way. You were attentive and caring toward him, sure, but that was the way you were with everyone. You liked to make people feel good. You were also kind, and witty, and incredibly smart and… but he had to stop himself again. As much as he wanted your relationship to be different, he didn’t want to risk your friendship by making you uncomfortable with his feelings, especially because you were good friends with the rest of the boys. What if you felt so awkward about it that you stopped hanging out with all of them? 

In spite of his efforts, he still couldn’t stop stealing glances at you all the time. After two hours or so, in which the sun set and you gradually slid to a fully horizontal position without even waking up, he simply decided to give up and make the most of the time he had. When did he ever get a chance to just look at you freely, to let his eyes roam your face without having to control his expression? And as soon as he accepted that and allowed himself to appreciate you openly without restraining his feelings, the words just began to spring up in his mind. He took his tablet and began to write the lyrics of what he knew was now a love song. 

You slept for another hour, which was enough time for Yoongi to finish the lyrics that had just poured out of him. As he read and reread them, relieved to have finally found a way to express what he was feeling, he genuinely wondered if he shouldn’t just confess to you. Just because you hadn't given him a clear hint of your feelings didn't mean he had no chance, there was no way he'd know unless he tried. And besides, shouldn’t you be able to decide for yourself what to do about it if you didn’t like him back? 

It was at that precise moment when you began to stir, waking up quietly from your deep slumber. You blinked a few times, a bit dazed, and the darkness in the room brought you back to reality. You sat up quickly, which made you feel dizzy and groan in confusion.  

Yoongi got up hurriedly and placed his hands over your shoulders, trying to hold you in you in case you fell. 

“Why the hell did you get up so fast? It’s bad for you,” he murmured. 

“Karaoke”, you mumbled. “I fell asleep…” 

“Yeah, you really needed it. You could barely keep your eyes open, let alone sing a tune.”

“But—” 

“For fuck’s sake, (Y/N). You needed the sleep. We’ll just go some other time, okay?” he cut you short sternly, trying to stop you from getting up. But Yoongi wasn’t prepared for your heartbroken expression, which softened his voice and made his hands slide down your arms. “What is it, (Y/N)?”

“I can’t believe I ruined our plans like this,” you began, bitterness welling up inside you and mixing up with the exhaustion. You were angry, tired and sleepy, so you simply exploded. “I know how stressed you all are, I know how badly you need to have some fun. I wanted so much to just go out together, to help you relax a bit… Hell, I needed to just go out and relax, too. Why couldn’t I hold on for a little longer?” Yoongi rarely ever saw you vent like this so he just let you get it out of your system without interrupting, and unable to contain your frustration you went on. “We have had no chance to talk this week because of this stupid flu outbreak. I wanted to talk to you, I wanted you to tell me how your song was coming along, Yoongi, and I just fell asleep like an idiot and wasted all that time we could’ve spent together—”

“You wanted to see me?” Yoongi asked, unable to stop himself. It was only when he voiced it that you became aware of the implications of what you had just said. You opened and closed your mouth, unable to respond, which was enough to make Yoongi’s heart pound violently in his chest. But you didn’t know that, all you could think about was that you hadn’t intended to tell him that, you hadn’t meant to expose your feelings for him like that. What was wrong with you today? Why couldn’t you keep it together like you normally did? 

Yoongi’s expression had you backtracking soon enough, though. He was gazing intensely into your eyes, and you suddenly became aware of the fact that he was kneeling with his face just a few centimeters away from you, his hands holding you firmly. Your breathing accelerated. No, it couldn’t be. Surely he didn’t reciprocate your feelings? But the look in his eyes gave you the nudge you needed to simply let the words slide out. 

“Yeah”, you answered in a low, shaky voice. You couldn’t lie to him when his eyes were piercing you like that, when his whole expression had become hopeful and anticipating. You felt his grip tighten around your arms.  “I… I missed you.” 

Yoongi’s features brightened instantly, and he smiled his lovely gummy smile. You were grinning too before you could help yourself. “What about you?” you inquired nervously, tilting your head. 

Yoongi responded lowering his gaze and fixing it on your lips, and before you knew it he was slowly pulling your body to him, your face so close to his your noses brushed softly against each other, and you could hardly mistake his intentions. 

And then Yoongi froze. For a second you were confused, but then you heard it too: two people were speaking in hushed voices outside the room. 

Why, why, why was this happening fucking now? Why did they have to come now of all times? Never in his life had Yoongi wanted to just make the rest of the world disappear as badly as he did at this moment, and that was saying something. He shut his eyes angrily, and you both concentrated hard to pick up what the voices were saying. 

“... not answering our texts. Maybe he dozed off? Should we check on them?”, Hoseok asked quietly. 

“You saw how tired (Y/N) was, she’s probably still sleeping. And Yoongi’s always willing to take a nap, so I wouldn’t be surprised if he’s out as well.” Jin whispered. 

“But what if—”

“Will you stop trying to act stealthy and just leave us alone?!” Yoongi interrupted irritably, not yelling but loud enough for his voice to carry to the corridor. You could hear both Jin’s and Hoseok’s startled squeaks from the other side of the door, which made you chuckle.

“Sorry!” Hobi squealed, “Did we wake you?”

“Just go away!”, Yoongi retorted. 

“Okay! Enjoy your naps!” 

Yoongi sat back on the floor and rubbed his fingers against his temples in annoyance as you both listened to Jin’s and Hoseok’s footsteps echoing away. It was just his luck to finally get a chance to kiss you, only for it to be completely ruined. 

Regardless, the interruption had made him reflect on what he was doing. It wasn’t easy for him to just speak aloud when it came to his feelings, but he knew you were shy, too, and you had taken the first step by admitting you had missed him. Now that he knew that you had feelings for him, that you wanted that kiss as much as he did, he decided to walk the extra mile and actually tell you that he… Well, that he was in love with you. 

Still giggling over the incident, you pulled him up to the couch so he could sit next to you. 

“Those two had a real bad timing,” you said, trying to lighten up the dampened mood. His irritation quickly dissipating, Yoongi reached out for your hand. 

“Definitely, but in spite of themselves they made me realize I'm doing this backwards,” he replied, picking up the tablet as you pierced him with a puzzled look. “You asked me about my new song, right? I'd like to read it out to you now… Mainly because it is about you.” 

You both realized after the first verses, however, that Yoongi wasn’t going to finish reading the lyrics. The way you were looking at him was just too much for him to handle. He dropped the tablet and leaned in toward you, cupping your face in his hands before sealing your lips with his. No one interrupted you this time. At least not for the next few hours.

***

Jung Hoseok

When Hoseok offered to show you the new song he was working on, you excitedly agreed. You were visiting the boys in the dorms this evening, and while Jin and Yoongi prepared dinner and the rest played games, Hoseok and you retreated to his room to check out his new content. However, when you got there you were distracted: Hobi had accidentally left his laptop on YouTube, and by some inscrutable algorithm it was now playing a funny, modern interpretation of the Swan Lake ballet. 

“What the—” he stuttered, his face screwed up in confusion. Both of you were unable to tear your eyes away from the screen as the couple of dancers bent and twisted their arms together in bizarre synchrony. “How is that supposed to look like a swan?” 

You had to agree with him. The general choreography was just weird, and when the couple pressed their palms together and began waving them around in a sort of rigid and mechanical motion, you couldn’t suppress your laughter.

“We just have to try it, Hoseokie.” 

And you both knew you did. That was your thing, after all. When you became good friends with the band and began hanging out with them frequently, you also started to join them in dance practice every so often, and tried to imitate their choreographies. You weren’t a great dancer —actually, you weren’t even a good dancer— but you weren’t self-conscious about it and you really enjoyed yourself, laughing out loud and mocking yourself when you didn’t get the moves right. 

And Hoseok absolutely adored that about you. He had so much fun teaching you, then watching you try hard and laugh it off when you failed. He was such a perfectionist when it came to dancing that seeing you enjoy yourself like that regardless of the outcome made him feel warm and fuzzy inside. And that was how he had begun to realize he had feelings for you, feelings that had slowly but inevitably grown stronger with time. 

Of course, it had started off innocently enough. He showed you the moves and you tried to copy him. On occasions you had to adjust your arms or your shoulders, so he had to touch your body in order to get it to the right position. He had to, right? But sometimes his hands lingered unnecessarily over your arms, or he casually brushed your hair with his fingers, or needlessly held your waist in place. You liked that very much, too, which scared you to death. ‘It would be plain stupid to develop romantic feelings toward Hoseok’, you had told yourself over and over again. Well, it turns out that it was  stupid but also completely unavoidable. 

So today Hobi and you rewinded the choreography and began to imitate it, and soon you were both doubling down in laughter. You kept watching and pausing the bizarre ballet and mimicking the dancers until suddenly the couple in the video began to dance very closely together, their bodies in full contact with each other. The male dancer’s hands traveled softly down the woman’s outstretched arms until they reached her waist, where he lifted her up in the air. 

It was as if the room had been suddenly filled with static. Hoseok paused the video, uncertain of what to do. He craved to hold you like that, but would he be able to restrain himself once he was wrapped around you? You were anxious about it too, but decided to play it off. You were afraid that if you stopped right now it would be obvious you were nervous about it, consequently giving away your feelings.

“Okay,” you mumbled, trying to project a casual tone to your voice and failing miserably. “So I just have to— to raise my arms like this, right?”

Hoseok hesitated for a moment as he watched you turn around and lift your arms upward, which allowed him to appreciate the delicate curve of your exposed neck, the perfect place to just casually plant a kiss... He shook his head, trying to chase the thought away. Then he swallowed noticeably and positioned himself behind you, pressing his chest against your back. A shiver ran down your spine the moment your bodies touched, and you just knew he had noticed. 

You wanted to kick yourself for being so stupid. This would definitely make things awkward between you from now on. 

You were about to make up an excuse to stop when Hobi raised his arms, and he began to imitate the dancer’s movements. The feeling of his fingers caressing you softly, almost impossibly so, was so wonderful you felt goosebumps form over your arms where he had touched you. It was as if your skin had suddenly become hyper receptive and sensitive, and the slightest touch set an electric current. You couldn’t move, you could only stay still as his hands slid all the way down to your waist, where he gripped you tightly. 

Hoseok knew he was supposed to lift you up in the air, but instead he impulsively decided to turn you around. He wanted to look into your eyes, to know for sure that you were feeling what he was feeling right now. And when you spun and faced him, the intensity of his gaze confirmed what you had been too afraid to hope all along. He pulled you tightly against him, so close you could feel the whisper of his breath on your lips.

“(Y/N)! Hobi! Dinner’s ready!” Taehyung yelled from the corridor. 

Hoseok and you immediately jumped away from each other, as if you had both been electrocuted. 

“Oi! Did you hear what I—”

But when Taehyung reached the doorframe he realized he had interrupted something, and his suspicion was confirmed by the murderous glare Hoseok threw him, which shut Tae up instantly. He had never in his life seen that look in Hobi, but then again he didn’t know how much Hoseok had waited for a moment like this and how he would have given anything to have another minute alone with you, just a single uninterrupted minute. 

“Yeah, so… Join us if you want to,” Taehyung muttered quietly, and walked away as fast as he could. 

Hoseok and you stared at each other for a long while, not knowing what to say. Then you decided to take the leap.

“I don’t really feel like having dinner right now,” you whispered shyly, unmoving. Hoseok smiled brightly, relieved to hear just exactly what he wanted to know. He walked toward the door and locked it, and then he slowly marched up to you and pulled you close to him again, not wanting to waste a single second before having you back in his arms. 

“Me neither,” he said, and pressed his lips firmly against yours.

*** 

Kim Namjoon

Jeongguk dropped his head between his arms in exasperation, his forehead smacking against the surface of the table. He wasn’t the only irritated person in the room. Hoseok was zoning out, Jin was picking up the dishes impatiently and Taehyung and Jimin were staring in disbelief. Yoongi rolled his eyes and decided to go back to his room shortly after you and Namjoon had begun one of your endless, pointless debates where you both argued hotly about the ethical and moral grounds of literally children books and Disney films. Today, the discussion had been triggered by the actions of Dumbledore from Harry Potter. 

“He is not the good guy, Namjoon!” you persisted, “He is easily the most machiavellian character of the whole saga.” 

“I think that’s debatable. Or are you trying to tell me that he was worse than Voldemort?” Namjoon replied fiercely.

“Of course not! Don’t undermine my argument by proposing a grotesque exaggeration of what I’m saying,” you protested, lowering your voice a little as Jeongguk raised his head again and grunted moodily. You hadn’t realized that you had both gotten carried away in a debate again, so you tried to adopt a friendlier tone. “What I mean to say is that he was willing to raise a boy only to be slaughtered in the end—”

Namjoon snorted sarcastically. “Raise a boy for slaughter? He prepared Harry as best as he could for his final confrontation against Voldemort, which was going to happen anyway because Harry was the only one who could defeat him!” 

Your indignant expression when you heard Namjoon’s words convinced the rest of the members that it was finally time to follow Yoongi’s steps and leave you both alone. This kind of debates happened all the time between Namjoon and you, and it annoyed the shit out of the rest of the guys. You had noticed this, but you just couldn’t help yourselves. Both of you had hot tempers and absolutely loved a good discussion. 

“Wash the dishes when you’re done deciding if a fictional wizard from a children’s book was a good person or not,” Jin said as he exited the room and shut the door. 

“It’s not a children’s book! If anything, it’s children’s books. Plural,” you called after him, knowing you were being petty just for the sake of winning an argument. 

Namjoon chuckled at your last comment, combing his hair back with his hand. “Is it children’s literature, though?” he followed. “I’d argue the first books are childish, but from the fifth one onward they become more like Young Adult style.” 

“What about the fourth book? They literally murder a kid,” you countered, ready for the next round, and so the debate continued. However, this time you both got up and began doing your chores while you conversed. Namjoon washed the dishes in the sink while you dried them off with a towel and put them away neatly, but at no given moment did either of you stop talking. 

Every now and then Namjoon glanced sideways at you to admire the fiery look on your eyes when you were defending your point of view, and it made him feel funny inside every time. He had thought you were beautiful from the moment you met, but he found you most alluring during your debates. At first he thought the aching feeling on his chest when he saw you like that was born out of respect for your intelligence and excellent reasoning, but he gradually realized that there was something else going on: he didn’t only admire you, he also felt attracted to you.

Ever since, he had been torn between confessing his feelings or just going on as friends. These past few weeks he’d tried to be more observant of you, to analyze your reactions when he touched you or sat close to you. However, it was difficult to draw any conclusions because you were never alone together, and there was hardly any true intimacy between you. So when Namjoon realized that you were both actually alone in the kitchen right now, and that the rest of the boys had retreated to the opposite side of the house, he fell immediately silent and dropped the ladle he was washing. 

You interrupted your discourse in alarm, examining him carefully. 

“Are you okay, Joonie?” you asked, a concerned tone coloring your voice. “Here, let’s go sit down.” 

You took his hand, dragged him to the nearest chair and sat opposite of him, afraid he might be feeling faint due to the long exposure to hot water while doing the dishes. Namjoon was genuinely feeling a bit giddy, especially since you were still holding his hand even though you were both sitting now. You wrapped his hand in both of yours, enjoying the feeling of his skin. You were only realizing it now, but you liked it a bit too much. 

“Would you like a glass of cold water?” you inquired, trying to catch his eyes. Namjoon shook his head and looked away, attempting to clear his head. He struggled to find something —anything— to say, but he felt as though his brain had been opened up and emptied of all words. This was a first for him. 

As you watched him you became increasingly concerned, and his evasive attitude worried you. Was he feeling ill or had you said something wrong? Maybe your last argument had offended him somehow, or made him feel bad. What had it been about? You couldn’t remember exactly, maybe because you were feeling a bit panicky about Namjoon’s state. Still, you had to do something about this, so you tried to raise your hand and place it in his forehead to check if he was running a fever. Namjoon didn’t let you. When you tried to pull your hand away, he held it firmly in his and fixed his eyes on yours with such an intense look that you felt as though the floor below you had melted. 

And that was when it dawned on you, too: you were both alone, sitting very close to each other and holding hands.

“(Y/N).”  

How could you avoid the tickling feeling in your stomach when he was saying your name like that, with a deep voice that was sensuous enough to make your mouth feel dry. You gazed back into his eyes, unconsciously leaning toward each other. Namjoon raised his hand and placed it on the back of your neck, then he softly pulled you closer to him until his lips were touching yours. 

The door opened abruptly.

“Hey, have you sorted it out already—”

You both jumped up, startled. When you whipped around to face the door, you noticed Jin was staring with his mouth hanging open. He had, of course, seen you almost kissing. You knew it was pointless to try to play it off as a misunderstanding, but the whole situation was so awkward you decided to break the silence and said the first thing that came into your mind. 

“Jin, we’re kind of, uh… busy right now, so would you mind—” 

And Jin was closing the door already, which was a good thing because you didn’t want him to witness you embarrassing yourself any longer with the dumb shit you were saying. You covered your face in your hands and closed your eyes, the words ‘kind of busy’ echoing in your brain and making you feel more and more stupid by the second. 

Namjoon, on the contrary, thought you had been brilliant. The way you had confronted the situation immediately and without pretence made him feel even more strongly about you. And not only that, but you had expressed the desire to be alone with him. He walked around you to face you again and he softly pulled your hands away from your face. Namjoon wrapped his arms around your waist as he leaned in to kiss you without a single hint of hesitation.

[astagfirullah-house]

A Work Event

"Ugh!!" Hala groaned loudly as she slipped her feet in six inch heels. "I wish I could punch Mr. Do in the face for making me do this".

She grabbed her purse and slipped it on her shoulder and turned to look in the mirror one last time. Her red hijab was done up prettily, perfectly matching her floor length red gown and heels. It was a look that people would see on the red carpet, or a movie star's engagement. But that wasn't where Hala was going; she was going to a party hosted by one of the most successful business man in the country, and that too alone on behalf of her boss who couldn't spare an evening of not lazing around in his wrinkled T-shirts and black slacks; a look as unattractive as could be on a fifty year old man. 

"Imagine the networking you could do! The people you'll meet. Who knows maybe you'll meet a handsome man -"

"Ok yes thank you for giving me this opportunity. I couldn't be more grateful", Hala interrupted while putting on one of the most obvious fake smiles she could conjure up.

Now here she was getting out of a cab onto a literal red carpet! Hala couldn't believe it. But oh well whatever suit the rich businessmen's tastes.

She walked along the carpet to a set of stairs, and after difficult maneuvering in her heels and dress, she managed to make it up in one pieces. She flashed the bouncer - were they called bouncers Hala wondered - her invitation card and after a brief check of list she was gestured inside. 

"Thank god that went smoothly", Hala muttered as she walked inside to find quite a few guests already milling about in their expensive suits and cocktail dresses. The waiter came up to her and offered champagne which she politely refused before moving on to the giant hall. Just the magnitude of the event was giving her a headache; she needed to find a quite place to calm down before she would start to panic. Everyone knew she wasn't an extrovert, yet she had been chosen for this event for god knows what reason. 

As she moved through, stopping and introducing herself to a few familiar faces, she noticed a very familiar figure darting through; she excused herself from the man who was telling her how he managed to evade taxes again, Seriously these people! Hala thought while following the man in a well fitted tuxedo that showed off his broad shoulders and tiny wait. He had a stud in one ear and for a tiny moment he turned slightly so Hala caught a glimpse of his beautiful features; the perfect nose and pouty lips before he vanished into the crowd. She tried to follow as best she could before she simply gave up and sought refuge near a pillar and a fake potted plant. She sighed, leaning against the pillar and chuckled at her delusions; it couldn't be, here in this gathering. 

She was half smiling when she heard someone clearing his throat. She turned around to see a guy so handsome it took her breathe away. So it was true! He really was more handsome in real life! 

"Hello", Jin said to break the silence that was bordering on awkward.

"Hi" Hala blushed. At these times she wished her skin was darker so her blush wouldn't be visible. 

"I'm worldwide handsome, Jin. Why are you hiding here?". Typical of Jin to introduce himself this way, Hala thought. 

"I'm Hala . It's getting a bit too much, with all these people around. I'm taking a break". Hala mentally congratulated herself on speaking so smoothly. 

"Oh well coincidentally I'm taking a break too. So let's both take a break together" Jin made himself comfortable against the pillar. "So...you know BTS?" Jin asked innocently, and that made Hala laugh so hard she curled into a ball on the floor. 

"Oh god! You're real!" she exclaimed with tears in her eyes.

"Wahh! You thought I was unreal before? It's ok with beauty like mine people might not believe I'm real", Jin said while bending down to get on eye level with Hala . 

"Oh god you're just..." Hala was lost for words. Sure on TV his self-confidence seemed cute but in reality, it was something else. "Well, aren't you just the humblest person on the planet", Hala muttered standing up and smoothing her gown. Despite seeing Jin in front of her, she wanted nothing more to be left alone. Stanning someone from afar was one thing; having that person stand in front of her was quite another. 

"So what's that on your head? Is it a religious thing?" Jin asked. 

"Yeah" Hala mumbled. "It was nice meeting you. I have to make rounds now, introduce people to our company", Hala almost regretted speaking these words, but she was glad to get away from Jin. It was too much excitement for her introverted self. 

"Ok then let's go" Jin gestured towards the nearest men. 

"Hello! Nice to meet you. I'm Jin, the host's son. Please let me introduce Hala. She works for the uh ..." Jin turned around to look quizzically at Hala, his eyes urging her to finish his sentence. 

Hala stood there, stunned for a moment as his words registered in her brain. Host's son, which meant this party was throw by his...father? 

"Hala", Jin looked at her. "Tell these men about your company". 

She snapped out of her momentary confusion to look at three men waiting for her to talk. "Uh.. Hi. I'm Hala" She started talking about her company. 

An hour of constant chitchat with top business men and women of the country, almost always prompted by Jin with an air of confidence only he could possess, left Hala exhausted and once again standing by the pillar.

"So the rounds are made", Jin began. "My duty as a host is done. My dad will be taking over shortly, which means I can leave. Let's go out and eat something other than goose liver" Jin said as a waiter passed by with foie grass. "But I'm not paying for you. You should pay for yourself because of gender equality, you know".

That did it. All hesitation left Hala the moment those words came out of his mouth. "Yes! let's eat something. In fact let me treat you for helping me circuit this party" Hala said smirking. Well if he insisted on being so cocky then she would have to show him up.

"Oh yes. That would be great!" Jin said as he walked purposefully out the back door. "You know I can't leave from the front because of the media and the fans. I have to sneak around"

"Are you sure we can even go out and eat? I mean, some fans might mob you, you know, when they see you" Hala muttered sarcastically.

"Oh no that's ok. The ahjumma there knows me. I texted her so she will open an extra half hour for us so there won't be any other customers". He walked towards a Porsche, the car of Hala's dreams, and pulled open the driver's side door. "Come on! We don't have all night".

"Alright!" Hala grumbled as she opened the door and sat inside. He was almost getting on her nerves. "So...great job at the concert. I mean you guys were so good! Especially Jhope! He was amazing! And RM's speech about rainbows; it was so cute. And Jk's shoot dance and Yoongi's hammer dance; I swear I couldn't stop laughing. And V and Jimin were so cute singing like that together" Hala started chatting about their concert, trying to irk Jin by mentioning everyone but him. 

"Yes they were all good. Of course they were! It's BTS!" Jin seemed unfazed by him being skipped. "So Hala, tell me about yourself"

The ride passed with Hala and Jin talking comfortably, Jin occasionally making Hala laugh with his dad jokes. 

"We are here" Jin announced as he pushed open his door and got out, walking quickly towards the restaurant. He greeted the hostess and chose a table at the back, Hala trailing behind him. "Should I order for us? Unless you want to eat something specific?" Jin asked Hala politely.

"No its ok. You should order. I don't know what's good here" Hala said. They talked to pass the time until their food arrived. Hala was surprised how easy it was to talk to Jin; how comfortable he made her feel. When they were done with their food, Jin took out his wallet. 

"It's ok. You can treat me next time". They left the restaurant, Jin holding the door open for Hala.

Hala motioned to order a taxi when Jin yelled startling Hala. "Ya! What are you doing? It's late you can't go alone in a taxi. Let's go I'll drop you off". Hala protests were cut off by Jin opening his door and telling her to get in. Hala fed her address in the GPS and Jin silently followed the instructions. Feeling full from the food, Hala dozed off until they reached her house. 

"Wake up" Jin softly nudged Hala awake. "Is this the right place?" Jin asked to a sleepy Hala.

"Y-yes" Hala said in a sleepy voice. "Thank you so much. You didn't have to do this. Thank you"

"It's no issue. Now go in its late" Jin said. Hala got out, muttering a bye to Jin when he honked the horn. "I had a fun time with you. Let's meet again if you want" Jin said.

"Sure. That would be nice" Hala smiled as she walked inside. She smiled through her nightly routine till her head hit the pillow. After all what were the odds of them meeting like this.

A/N: Ok so Jin’s character is a little over the top but that’s what fics are for! We can re-imagine the characters and exaggerate stuff. Had so much fun writing this, Jin is a delightful character to write 

[bts5sosempire]

BTS Reaction: argument = kissing

A/n: this comes up to me in the middle of the night.

Kim Seokjin:

(A/n: his chest and shoulders can bulldozer me, I would still be thanking him.)

You don't know when you both starting to become petty with each other, one thing led to another as you were trying to calm down and Jin was heaving.

“If I heard one more word coming out of that mouth Jin, I won't regret what is going to be the outcome.” You warn the man as he rolls his eyes at you. Obviously, Jin isn't going to let you have the last word.

“Look here, if you thought that Mr. Worldwide would-”

In the speed of light and act of impulsiveness, you grab Jin face while he was still talking and kiss him to shut him up. Jin's eyes were wide at your boldness and he just relaxes into the kiss.

“You talk too much.” Saying in between the kisses, he rests his forehead against yours.

“I like this outcome,” he murmurs against your lips before the both of you stumble back onto the couch. He decides to forget what the heck you both were arguing about and so did you. You both just decide to make-out on the couch.

Min Yoongi:

Both you and Yoongi went out on a date and it ends up is a disaster as you were getting angry and fuming at the young girls who kept on clingy onto his arms and shoulders. It was supposed to be you and his moment, after all, since Yoongi has been busy with work and tour he barely gets free time off.

When you guys get home, you quietly walk into the shared apartment and throw all your stuff aside on the couch, you had decided to cut the date short and go home.

“We can still go on another date (Name), we still have time.” Yoongi tries to convince you, but you're obviously not having it.

“No, I don't want to anymore,” you huff out and walk into the kitchen and out with a soju in your hand, “it's going to be the same result anyway.”

“Look all I want to do was spend time with you, and this is what happened.” He was getting mad too.

“Don't tell me to 'look this is going to happen' bullcrap,” you raise your voice, which is something you rarely do but when and its a different outcome. “I barely get to see you, heck since we are often from different time zone when you're on tour I missed you badly. And those girls cling into you like a lifeline and you didn't bother to brush them off. I just- ughhhhh!” Stressing out more, you don't even want to talk to Yoongi anymore. “Forget it.”

You stood up and walk try to walk away but Yoongi isn't going to let you leave him. He grabs your arm and spins around to meet him, as he encircles his arms around your waist. Yoongi bends down to kiss you as he starts pushing you to walk backward to the shared bedroom.

Jung Hoseok:

You have been having a hard time convincing Hoseok to go and have fun for a least once now, as he was being cooped up inside his little studio. You don't when did the soul of Yoongi have entered him.

“Hoseok just once alright? You've been locked inside here for like almost a week now.”

“I'll come out when later.”

“That's what you said like three days ago...”

“Alright what do you want me to do?” Hoseok raises his voice at you. He put down his headphone and stood up to face you, who had a look of shock all over your face. “I've been trying to get work done all these last few days and all I heard was you telling me, ‘Hoseok let's go out today, Hosoek this Hoseok that’.”

“Well fine then, enjoy your life here, all I ask was for one day. Just one day where I can help you ease your mind and help you relax. I just think maybe new ideas would help you if you go out and find inspiration, but since you're so pissy I'll leave you alone.” You throw the anger back at him. Turning on your heels, you madly left.

Hoseok stood rooted to the ground as the door slammed didn't even registered in his mind. He was focusing on your words. All you ever wanted was for him to self-care.

“Crap,” Hoseok rush out of the room and chase after you. He wasn't about to lose you.

He saw you pressing the elevator button aggressively as your mood seems to burn everything that moves or cross your way. You're definitely mad. Hoseok saw you entered the elevator and sprint.

Just as the door was about to close, he extends an arm to stop the door from closing. “What do you want now?” Scowling at him, Hoseok pushes the door aside and bring you into a kiss.

“I'm sorry.” Was the only thing he said before he went back to kissing you.

Kim Namjoon:

The talk about philosophy was supposed to be light-hearted and entertaining to the open-minded, but things got intense as Namjoon and you add something else into the mixing pot.

“Namjoon, that isn't what I said!” You told the man who was sitting next to you and had his leg cross over one another. He took a sip of wine out of his glass cup elegantly.

“But the way you kept gushing over him told me otherwise.” He didn't spare you a glance.

“It was just an old crush from high school!” You took your own cup and grab the time bottle with you, “You're such an a-hole I don't like him that way anymore, maybe he would've understood me better instead of being petty with me.” Leaving Namjoon alone, his ears perk up at those words.

Are you kidding him? Namjoon stood up from the couch and walk after you, “What did you say?”

“You're the one who asks me about him and gets all butt hurt when I talk about him!” Shouting behind you, Namjoon entered the kitchen and sees you down the whole wine bottle and was in the process of opening another one.

“But you didn't have to talk like you're still in love with him,” Namjoon stops in front of you and you can't help it but roll your eyes once again.

“What's wrong with me admiring another person? Look Namjoon I wouldn't have dated you in the first place if I wasn't so in love with you.”

Namjoon places his glass down on the marble counter and grab your face as your eyes didn't meet his, “I shouldn't have asked about him in the first place. I'm just scared that you're still in love with him, but since hearing about you loving I already feel better.”

“You silly goofball.” Smiling and this time looking at him, you tiptoe to kiss him and he accepted the kiss.

Park Jimin:

Jimin insecurities got the best of him as he sees chatting with an older and much more handsome man, he's even tall too. He knows he shouldn't assume you, but he can't help it, the way he makes you laughs and smile. Jimin's mood already sinks so low that all emotions left his face.

“Alright thank you, Jong Suk Sunbaenim.” Thanking him you left to go fetch Jimin. You and Jimin got lost in a huge mall that had recently open and you have happened to meet Lee Jong Suk, who was your senior in the acting field. He was also like an older brother to you as you told him about your destination and situation and he was happy to help. “Jimin! Let's go!”

The man stood up from the bench and walk on ahead. You run to catch up with him. “Jimin we are on the wrong floor level, we are on the 3rd floor.” Showing him the map, you pointed out where you both are at right now and tell him where to go to.

Grabbing his hand he pulls away from you, which made you frown but didn't question his behavior. Jimin walks on ahead and you just trail behind him, not next to him.

It has been an hour into the date and he was still silent. Jimin didn't even look at you as he was busy picking out clothes. Your phone went off and you reach into your pocket and it was Jong Suk.

«‘Have you two made it?’»

Smiling down at your phone, you text back.

«‘Yeah we found it, thank you Sunbaenim! :)’»

Jimin who was observing you found you to be smiling and his mood turns sour. “Who are you texting?”

“Lee Jong Suk sunbaenim, why?" He scoffs before turning his back towards to you and went back doing his business. “What is your problem?” Standing up from your seat, you grab his arm and turn him around to face you again. “Why are you suddenly so cold to me? I am about to be at my limit to you know? I've been patient with you and if you don't tell me what is bothering you or what the heck I did wrong to make you mad and upset Jimin, I don't know what to do.” Jimin being stubborn grab his arm from your hold and walk away. “Fine, be that way then.”

Grabbing your bags and purse, you walk out on him and decide to go home.

You happened to bump into your Sunbaenim again, as he saw how upset you were. “What happened this time?”

You ironically laugh at the question. “I don't know, boyfriend is stupid and upset at me and doesn't tell me what's going on.” Jong Suk seated you down on an empty bench, so you both can have a better talk. Jimin who feel guilty about his action decide to chase after you right after you left. He stops and sees you talking to Jong Suk while wiping your tears away while you try not to cry, but failed to do so.

“(Name),” Jimin appear from his spot and Jong Suk stood up to leave. But not before giving the younger one a lecture.

“If you keep upsetting my little sister like this, I have no choice but to take action against you.” He warns Jimin as he patted him on the shoulder. “She's really sensitive, stop making her cry.” Jong Suk then left.

Jimin to console you. He started saying strings of apologies and kissing your cheeks before hugging you.

Kim Taehyung:

Taehyung doesn't know what is running through his mind when he saw you dancing with another male. The man was touching you and grinding on you, but he didn't see you were trying to get away as you feel uncomfortable. Or did he?

You try to pull and walk away from the man, but he just grabbed your waist and pull you closer to him. “Excuse me, but could you please let me go?” The man seems to ignore your words and his hands were all over you. Taehyung stood up from his seat and grab you from the guy. And the guy was pissed off.

“Hey, can't you see I was dancing with her?”

“She's my girlfriend so you can buzz off.” Taehyung harshly pulls you along with him and you both left the club early.

“I was thinking when you were going to come and-”

“Why didn't you push or walk away from him?"

“I did, but he kept trying to pull me back. You didn't think that I wasn't trying?”

“You didn't seem like it.”

“Are you kidding me right now?” You let out a breath of disbelief, “You know what? F you Taehyung, don't think of me so low as a cheap woman, I've been nothing but loyal to you so don't go and start doubting me. I told you this was a bad idea in the first place.”

“So this is my fault?”

“I'm not even going to argue with you. I'll take my own cab and leave you to cool off while I do the same.” You turn to walk the opposite way and try to flag down a cab.

“You and I need to talk,” Taehyung went to grab your arm.

“Not like this when you and I are both angry,” you pull back and continue to flag down a cab.

“I didn't ask you.” He pulls you away to an alleyway. “I don't like the way he kept touching you, it drives me insane.” He starts kissing you. He hoists one of your legs to wrap around his waist. “I'll make sure all you remember is me.” Taehyung starts getting aggressive with the kiss.

Jeon Jungkook:

You both were arguing over a video game about cheating and who win or lose the game. This ends up being a wrestling match as Jungkook ended up accidentally tripping the wire to the PS4, making you lose your winning streaks.

You let out a screech and continue to hit him until he ended up elbowing your nose and it gets serious as a pool of red, coated your white shirt, or his shirt to be exact that you're wearing.

So you both end up on the couch and with you sulking and told him to go away. “I hate you, leave me alone you cheater.”

“Okay, I'm sorry.” He coddles you and starts kissing your cheeks and forehead to make you feel better. Jungkook pulls you into his lap and singing to you.

It didn't take long to get you to be happy.

(A/n: I'm running out of ideas for this boy lol.)

[theonlysoph]

BTS Reaction to Mutual Pining for Staff!Y/N

Request: “ Hey! Could you do a BTS reaction where they and staff!s/o have some sort of like, discreet mutual pining? (Trying to keep it as vague as possible so you can be free to write however best you want) thank you in advance 💙💙💙 ”

Note: Do we know if links on posts work yet ??? Do we know wtf is going on with tumblr ??? Do we know if I’ll pass my classes this semester ??? 🤷🏻‍♀️🤷🏻‍♀️ Anyways here you go babe 

Request     Masterlist 

~~~~~~ Seokjin

This was a busy year for you as BTS’ make up artist but you wouldn’t change it for anything. And you loved working with the boys. They added so much excitement, like today when they came in a particularly good mood.

“Ok who’s first? We cannot be late today.” You tried your best to sound stern but probably no one (including yourself) believed you.

“I’ll go Y/N,” Jin spoke up. You noticed a few of the boys giving Jin a certain look. “But first what would you rate me on a scale of 1 to 10 this morning?”

You tried to ignore the butterflies in your stomach. You had to be professional but it was hard when you had to be face to face with your crush. “Uh… nine? I don’t know you’re already Mr. Worldwide Handsome!”

“Only a nine! Y/N you need to make me a 10 my reputation is at stake!!”

Yoongi

Even though Yoongi knew he would be seeing you he couldn’t stop the butterflies from crowding his stomach. Just the very thought of you would put a huge smile on his face. So it didn’t take long for the other boys to catch onto his little crush. Now whenever you were in the room the boys took it upon themselves to make it hell for Yoongi.

There was a few minutes before BTS had an interview with some magazine. Of course you were there to make sure the boys were all in one place and ready to go. But seeing you walking around the room, Jin saw it was the perfect moment to get you and Yoongi together.

“Y/N I think Yoongi is having trouble with his mic pack.”

At that Yoongi started looking around to avoid eye contact with you so you wouldn’t see him blush. “I’m fine Y/N”

Namjoon

There always came a point on tour where the BTS boys would see how far they could push your buttons and test your patients. This time it fell on the day where you were on little sleep and no caffeine.

Namjoon, who already gave you all of his attention, noticed your short temper so he talked to the boys. He never wanted to make your job harder if he could help it. Then he went out of his way to get you a small cup of coffee. “Sorry Y/N this is the biggest size I could find.”

Your cheeks flared as you took the cup from Namjoon. His endless kindness didn’t help your crush at all. “You didn’t have to do that. It’s my job to take care of you guys.”

“Then just take it as my excuse of getting to talk to you a little more,” Namjoon said, giving you a dimpled smile.

Hoseok

As one of BTS many videographers you often had to follow them. Of course all of the boys were lovely but something about Hoseok always stood out to you. When you had to film it wasn’t just for the video, it was because you guys actually wanted to talk.

You tried to enter the room as quietly as possible, so you stood off to the side until the dancers called for a break. Even though you had to be there to film a practice video the choreographers hated being interrupted when BTS was in the middle of practice.

On his way to grab water Hobi managed to make eye contact with you. He gave you a sly wink, to which you could only look around the room in confusion. That wasn’t meant for you was it? You heard Hobi chuckle and when you faced him again you were met with his bright smile.

Jimin

Even though today was a big performance day for BTS none of them seemed fazed at all. They were all still laughing and talking as if they were at home. And in a weird way it almost calmed you down too. At least until you had to help the boys with their mic packs.

“How is the smartest and loveliest person in the universe doing?” Jimin asked while you held the mic for him. It took everything you had not to look down at the little bit of skin showing.

You turned away so you wouldn’t be tempted. Jimin always said sweet things to you but it never failed to add color to your cheeks. “I don’t know why don’t you go ask him. Tae is right there.” You quickly tried to finish setting his mic pack.

Jimin pouted at your response. “Why would I talk to him when I want to talk to you.”

Taehyung

Touring with BTS was fun until you had to wake the boys. When they had only a few hours it was like trying to wake seven bears during hibernation. Luckily you learned a couple tricks.

Namjoon and Taehyung were always the first to wake up. Namjoon because he helped keep track of the others, Tae because he wanted to help you in whatever way he could. In reality he just wanted to spend time more time with you, but so did you.

You walked to Tae’s room, already feeling guilty about having to wake him. “Tae?” You lightly tapped him.

Almost right away he responded. “Morning Y/N,” rumbled his deep morning voice.

While his eyes were closed you took the seconds to take in all of his features. His soft skin, his pouted lips, his wild hair. It was only 7 am and the boy was already pulling at your heartstrings.

Jungkook

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Almost everyone could tell that Jungkook had it bad for one of the makeup artist, specifically you. The boy was so bad about hiding his feeling and excitement that it made it too easy for his hyungs to tease him.

“Kook did you hear what your girlfriend said?” Jimin giggled. Jungkook only shook his head and muttered something about you not being his girlfriend. “Rumor has it that she might have a little crush on you too.”

“Y/N said that?” Jungkook perked up right away. “Wait how do you know?”

“What about me?” You asked while you entered the room.

���NOTHING!!!!!” Jungkook flopped around, not expecting you to come in. When he finally faced you you couldn’t help but notice the nervous smile and blush that took over his face.

You laughed and grabbed the back of his chair. “Whatever you say. C’mon you’re next up for make up.”

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I hissed as I burnt my fingers for around the fourth time on the pan that held a roasted chicken, which was still scorching; I was attempting to remove the bird from the pan onto a much nicer and presentable dish. I spent the entire day cooking and preparing Tom’s favourite meals and dishes. I felt pretty accomplished because this was the first time I didn’t have to call Nikki over to give me a hand. The house was swimming with the most delicious smells if I do say so myself. My heart did somersaults as I set a bottle of Tom’s most favoured wine on the table, pleased with the presentation of tonight’s dinner.

He was gonna be home in about ten minutes. After triple checking that everything was in its correct place, Tessa was sleeping soundly on her plush doggie bed beside the couch so she wouldn’t try hopping on the edge of the table to swipe food, I scampered up the stairs to the bathroom to make sure I looked presentable for my man. After the news of Tom’s company getting more  worldwide consumer attention, requesting and ultimately resulting in major expansion, himself and his colleagues were over the moon, bursting with nothing but joy. They had just launched one of their most anticipated events, along with charity work that was being done and Tom was ecstatic at the overwhelming feedback and success of it all. Of course, he had been building this business with his father for years and years; His brothers, mother and Harrison showing their endless support, as well as me.

Unfortunately, since the prime growth of the company, Tom and I haven’t had very much time together anymore. He was constantly working late, staying behind at the office to finish important projects, sometimes going to the bar with his work friends and coming home at around 2am, disturbing my sleep and waking up Tessa. Before there are any assumptions made, no, Tom is not cheating on me. Harrison and Tom are attached at the hip during any time of the day, except whenever he’d be with me (…which isn’t very often anymore) and Haz would always notify me that he was on his way to Tom and I’s house to drop of a very exhausted CEO. Usually, I’d only open the texts after the fact or in the morning since I’d be sleeping already. Following that, Tom would be up bright and early, ready to leave for work. I’d barely even get a goodbye before I heard the front door closing, my boyfriend leaving to work the entire day. Tonight was the night I planned to really show him how much I care for him, how much I love him and how much I miss him.

Tom and I had met four years ago in the old record store I used to work at. It was close to my university and I really needed the money, textbooks are fucking expensive. He came in, looking so out of place with his long black trench coat, suit and tie, polished shoes, and combed hair. I could hear my co-worker Joel, who was working the register, trying to suppress his cackles as he gawked at the stranger’s get up. I averted my vision away from the two and got back to stocking the records accordingly. Country, rock, alternative, disco, disco-fusion, screamo, R&B, bubblegum pop…you get the point.

“Heyah there, sir. What can I do for you today?” Joel chimed. I turned my head slightly to drink in more of the handsome stranger’s appearance. He had flawless skin from what I could see from that distance, complimented by his trimmed dark brown hair, the strands curling softly at his nape. His face was very structured, and despite the heavy coat he sported that was essentially eating him alive, you could tell he worked out; And not to mention that this guy reeked of money. He probably had enough pocket change to buy the store, maybe even the whole neighbourhood.

“Uh hi, I was wondering if you guys had any, um, records of the…Foo Fighters? I think that’s what they’re called.” Richie Rich asked Joel, clearly unsure of himself. Joel caught a glance of me ogling at the man, to which I shot daggers at him and turned back to the shelves. Country, rock, alternative…

“Ah, mate, see that girl over there? Well you’re gonna have to ask her. I just work the register, I don’t really know what the hell we’re carrying. We could be stocking a collaboration between Cyndi Lauper and Marilyn Manson for all I know!” Joel snorted. This fucking fruitcake, I swear he’s gonna get his ass fired some day. “I see. Uh, thanks.” Mr. Chitty Chitty Bang Bang said. As I heard his footsteps approach me, my arms tensed and my mind went into full panic mode. I was absolute shit at talking to guys, attractive guys, rich looking attractive guys…Country, bubblegum pop, disco, shit!

“Excuse me, miss?” a voice as smooth and luxurious as a symphony tested, fingers tapping my shoulder delicately. Country, R&B—ah, fuck it. I turned my head casually to look at the guy, up close and personal and holy fuck, I needed to change my pants. This guy was the definition of sexy. He was practically sex on legs. My lips opened and closed, making me look like a fish. C’mon, Y/N! Get your shit together. “Uh, hey there! I mean, h-hi, sir. What can I do you for?” I felt all the blood rush from my face and my eyes bulge. “Shit, I mean, not do you, I mean what can I help you with, sir? I-I stock the records and CDs and…stuff.” I panted, really studying this guy’s demeanour now that he was right in front of me. Please shut up, Y/N! Stop talking! Stop moving your lips!

I felt kind of intimidated being so close to this guy. He looked like he was made out of a million—a billion bucks while I was pretty much made out of arcade tokens with my blink-182 shirt, over-worn ripped jeans and thifted Doc Marten knock offs. He smiled at me and I was certain I had died. “Hey, the guy at the register told me to come and talk to you.” he explained. I looked past him to see Joel driving his right index finger in the space he made between his left fist, imitating his “O” face. I rolled my eyes and averted my attention back to my customer. “Oh, yeah, he’s quite the character.” I giggled. He looked down for a second and then moved his gaze back up to me. “I was wondering if you guys carried anything by the Foo Fighters. If you don’t have any vinyls, CDs would be just fine.” the stranger questioned, still grinning at me. Wow, he was beautiful.

“Y-yeah, we only have Foo Fighters on vinyl. Is that okay, sir?” I stuttered, still nervous to be in his presence. “Yes, of course, love. And just between you and me, you don’t need to call me ‘sir’, by the way. I’m only 23.” he stated. I just nodded and smiled, not too sure how to respond since he just called me love! “My name is Tom.” He stuck his hand out for me to shake and I snorted at his gesture. I accepted his hand and felt a jolt of electricity, lightening, something move up my arm and invade my body. “You say not to call you ‘sir’ but your old school actions say otherwise.” I teased, loving the feeling of his warm hand in mine. “I’m Y/N.”

We separated and I swear I saw a streak of disappointment in his eyes, but it disappeared quickly. “Hm, a beautiful name for a beautiful girl.” he flattered me. Holy hell, I am ready to get on my knees for this guy. When I didn’t respond (out of disbelief), he smirked and shook his head. “So I guess I’m not just old school, I’m also a cliché.” he chuckled. I let out a nervous laugh, “No, no, I…like cliché. I mean I also like original things but cliché is good too. That was really nice, thank you, Tom.” I said giddily, he nodded at me in response.

After a couple more minutes of me being a flimsy idiot, I finally showed him what he was asking for and gave him my recommendations on which records overpowered others. Tom told me about how his youngest brother starting getting into Foo Fighters and his birthday was coming up so he thought he’d surprise him with some brand new LPs.

“So, um, I hope you don’t mind me asking but do you live around here? Sorry, that sounds so creepy.” Tom questioned as I scanned a copy of The Colour and the Shape and Wasting Light. “No, it’s fine!” I reassured almost too quickly. “I actually go to Kingston University, it’s not too far from here. I live on campus with my best friend.” I described, my thumb jutting out and pointing behind me.

Tom nodded understandingly and pulled out his wallet. “I see. That’s such a coincidence because I actually own th—uh…n-nevermind.” he trailed off, suddenly looking unsure. My eyes lit up as I grabbed a plastic bag from underneath the register. “No, tell me!” I pushed. Relax, Y/N. I gently put his purchase in the bag and handed it to him. He took it from me, fingers grazing my skin. My face immediately heated up and I looked down at the register, fiddling with the buttons. Tom cleared his throat, “Uh, how much do I owe you, love?” He tapped a golden credit card against the counter. Love again. “Um, seventeen pounds.” I replied.

I’d like him to give me seventeen pounds.

I looked away as Tom punched in his pin, trying to figure out what to say next. I’ll admit, I didn’t want him to leave but I didn’t have a clue on how to stall him. I looked back at Tom shoving his wallet back into the deep pockets of his trench coat. “Look, I…I’ll tell you what I was gonna say if you…” He took a deep breath, “…go out to dinner with me.” My eyebrows basically crawled up into my hair line, they were raised so high. I was shocked. This guy, this fucking sex god is asking me out to dinner? Tom’s expression began to fall because of the silence. Y/N! Answer him, you dumb ass!

“Yes, she will!” Joel’s voice boomed from behind me, coming out of nowhere. I turned back to look at him and then back to Tom, his wild eyebrows anchored up as well. “Well, Y/N? Will you go on a date with me?” Tom repeated, leaning in closer. I was slowly melting in my shoes, a party was going on in my head. A sweet smile crept on my face, I leaned forward as well. His cologne hit me like a semi-truck, he smelt so damn good! How did I not notice this before?

“Yes, Tom. I’ll go out with you.” And that’s when my entire life changed.

I went from barely being able to afford a month’s worth of gas for my shitty little VW to being able to afford a dozen brand new Ferraris with all the gas in the world. Tom explained to me how he owned several different buildings in London, all of them under the company that him and his father have been working on for years. I was surprised with Tom being so young, having such a large empire under his command, he’s an extremely successful man. He admitted he was nervous about mentioning what he does in the record shop in fear that I would mooch off of him for money, as he told me his previous girlfriend did just that. He just wanted to protect his heart.

I assured Tom all my actions and feelings were genuine and that I didn’t care about his title or his money; If he treated me right, made me laugh like a lunatic, and just all in all made me happy, I’d never ask for anything more. Until now that is…after me quitting my job, selling my car, working harder in University than I ever have, moving into Tom’s penthouse apartment, and almost four years of dating, I’m finally about to ask him for something.

Just a little bit more attention. I don’t want to sound like one of those girlfriends, I just want things back the way they used to be; Have him crawling into bed beside me and snuggle me up to his warm, strong chest, going out on the most enjoyable dates anyone could think of, cook meals together, take Tessa on long walks, talk about our future, make love almost every night…now it was just work, work, and more work.

My mouth stretched into a wide smile as I heard the fumbling of a key at the front door. Tessa shot up, arising from her slumber and scampered towards the noise in a hurry. Tom stepped into view, squealing like a child when he saw Tess, bending down to scratch behind her ears. I brushed off the invisible dust that was on my dress and stood out off the view of the table, trying to emphasize the presentation. Tom stood up straight, caught a glimpse of me and rushed over. He picked me up and twirled me in the air. I let out a joyful gasp at the sudden gesture, placing my hands on his sturdy shoulders to support myself. He then pulled me in for a chaste kiss and set me back down to my feet.

“You’re not gonna believe what happened today at work, Y/N!” Tom blurted. I smiled and raised my brows, urging him to speak. I moved a little more to the side, hoping he’d say something about how the dining table was littered with all his beloved dishes. “So Harrison told me he got an e-mail late last night from these guys in Japan who were very impressed with how successful our business has grown to be in such a short amount of time and that they were willing to fly out to London just for us to discuss some ideas over dinner, in regards to expanding the company even more! Isn’t that brilliant?” Tom exclaimed. I walked closer to Tom and wrapped my arms around him, exceptionally proud of my boyfriend and his hard work. “Oh, hey. What’s all of this?” He asked, pulling away from the hug, finally eyeing the table.

My heart leaped. I texted him earlier to let him know I had a surprise for him waiting at home after he was finished at work. “R-Remember I texted you and said that I had a surprise for you? Well, this is it! I-I just wanted to treat you tonight because, y’know…you’re always busy and so I decided to make all of you favourite foods for dinner, you deserve it! It’ll be just you and me!” I chanted. After about a minute of Tom gawking at the table, I cleared my throat and rocked on my heals, giving him a small smile, “Surprise.” I beamed. Tom’s mouth fell open and he slapped his hand to his face, groaning. “Shit, Y/N. Fuck, I’m so sorry, I forgot you told me that you had something planned.” he gasped. I shook my head, dismissing his apology like it was nothing, trying to mask my heart selfishly filling with disappointment. Of course he forgot…

“That’s alright! Anyways, you should go wash up and I’ll dish out for you. Look,” I began, pointing at the unopened wine bottle, “I thought we could drink your favourite wine too in celebration of your success!” I dragged on. Tom’s face fell, his eyebrows knotting together and a scowl appeared on his lips. “I-I’m sorry, darling but I can’t cancel on these guys. We’re in the process of trying to collaborate with them on a project that could really sky rocket the business into something I’ve always dreamed of. Could we reschedule?” My heart was instantly torn to shreds. “Your dinner with those guys is tonight?” I interrogated. Tom just nodded his head and checked his watch. Jerk.

“But…w-what about our dinner?” I continued, my voice shaking violently. I was in literal pain as I held tears back. Somehow, somewhere in my mind, I knew this was going to happen but I tried to push those thoughts into an abyss, only thinking about how well the night was going to turn out. “Look, darling, I’m sorry but I really have to get going. Traffic is pretty heavy, I just came home to drop off my stuff. I’ll make it up to you. I just…I honestly can’t miss this. It could change everything.” Tom concluded. He gave me a peck on the forehead before adjusting his jacket collar and striding back to the door. Open, close, lock.

I just stood there like a statue and stared at the door. Tess came and plopped herself next to my feet, whining for me to pet her. I halfheartedly stroked her head, my gaze still locked on the door. I chewed on my bottom lip in confusion, hurt and betrayal. He didn’t even tell me he loves me…

“He didn’t even let me know ahead of time, Tess.” I finally spoke, my hand halting its movements on her head. “He forgot about my texts a-and my surprise. He didn’t even ask me if I’d like to come with him to the dinner.” She squealed in response, understanding what I meant. “Does he just expect me to eat this all by myself?” Tessa stood up and trotted towards the table, her nose high in the air, sniffing at the lovely feast I prepared for Tom and I. Mostly Tom. I followed her footsteps after a couple of seconds, taking in the view of the lit candles, the shining wine glasses, straight set cutlery…all going to waste. My stomach growled viciously, practically screaming at me that I should eat something before I die. Huh, I’d rather die. I swiped my phone off the kitchen counter and dialled Y/F/N’s number. My fingernail clawed at the rubber phone case as I listened to the ringing.

“Hello there, doll face.” Y/F/N swooned, I could hear the glee in her voice which brought a weak smile to my face, only falling away when I remembered why I called her. “Hey! Do you, uh…are you doing anything right now? Do you want to come over for dinner?” I asked, mentally begging her to say yes. “Ah, shit Y/N, I’m sorry! I’m actually on my way out right now! I have a date with that guy that works at that sketchy coffee shop on 83rd, remember?” she explained. Right, of course! I stupidly let that slip my mind. “Oh yeah! Crap, sorry, I forgot.” I snickered, trying to mask my disappointment. “Where’s Tom? Shouldn’t he be coming home soon or something?” I heard a door lock on the other side and assumed that was the front door of her house. “No, he, uh, actually got caught up a bit back in the office with a client. He said he’d be home in about an hour and that I should invite you to dinner.” I lied through my teeth. I was too embarrassed to tell her that my boyfriend basically abandoned me to go wine and dine with his work buddies and Japanese business men.

“Ah, okay, okay. Makes sense.” she said, more background noise of her turning her vehicle on, the engine roaring, the music from the stereo flooding my ears. “Thanks for inviting me though, Y/N. I’m sure Tom will be home soon.” Y/F/N reassured. I waved my hand at Tessa, shooing her away as she made her first attempt at jumping on the table. “I’ll let you go though. I don’t want you to be distracted while driving. Text me when your date is over, I wanna hear all about it. Don’t forget about that pepper spray I slipped in your purse just in case. Oh, and also make sure to send me your location so I kn—” “Y/N! Relax you psycho, I’m gonna be just fine!” she giggled. “I’ll talk to you later, sweets. Love you!” I smiled, “Love you too, be safe.” I hung up the phone and chucked it on the couch. Tessa went back to sniffing away at the food and I let her. What was the point?

A few hours later, the table was cleared, the food stuffed carelessly in containers and in the fridge, the candles put out, the wine tucked gently back in the in-kitchen bar, the dishes washed and now me, laying in our king sized bed for who knows how many hours, alone, per usual. Tess was curled up on the floor, a rubber hippo tucked securely under her paws, acting as a sleeping buddy. Where was my sleeping buddy? I looked over at the clock. 12:47 AM. I didn’t have the will power to stay downstairs and watch TV or read or do anything. I felt so empty. I was crumbling. A tear slipped out of my eye before I heard the front door open and close. Some more shuffling went on before I made out someone coming up the stairs. I shoved my arms underneath the pillow and buried my face in the plushness of it, creating the illusion that I’ve been sleeping for a couple of hours.

The bedroom door opened and Tom’s cologne hit my nostrils. He always smelt so good! Damn you, Holland! I was fully expecting a peck on the shoulder or a caress on the crown of my head but instead, I heard him make his way to our bathroom, pushing the door slightly. I quickly sat up, noticing that Tessa was already awake, wagging her tail at her master’s presence. The faucet turned on and off before I decided to make a move. I clambered out of the bed and made my way to the bathroom while Tess observed my every move. I pushed the bathroom door open and spotted him, facing the mirror. I slowly but sensually wrapped my arms around his bare waist, all his clothes except for his boxers thrown in the hamper, and pressed my breasts against his back.

To my relief, I could see Tom smiling in the mirror through his mouthful of toothpaste foam before spitting and rinsing, me still clinging to him like a koala. He then turned around after wiping his face with a towel and wrapped his arms around me. “Hello, pretty girl.” he whispered, pressing a kiss to my forehead. Finally. I looked down, “Hey.” I muttered under my breath. He gingerly placed two digits underneath my chin, moving my head up towards him. “What’s the matter, darling?” I furrowed my brows, thinking the problem was already obvious. Tom stroked my cheek, “You know you can tell me anything, darling. What’s wrong?” he pushed on. I cautiously moved away from Tom and brushed his hand away.

“I need to be honest with you…” I began, already feeling tears threatening my vision but I blinked furiously, forcing them back. I could see Tom’s entire demeanour change within a millisecond; He was leaning against the bathroom counter and had his arms crossed, which made me feel a little intimidated. “Okay, talk.” he urged. I took a deep breathe and dropped my head, digging my toes into the soft bathroom mat. “I’ve been feeling ignored by you lately…” I tried out. When I heard no response, I continued. “You’re…always working for long hours a-and I understand it’s because you’re the CEO and own the company but, whenever I wanna do something with you or go out or anything, work always gets in the way. I’ve felt this way for a while…a few months.” I admitted, eyes still locked on my toes.

A minute passed and I raised my head to look at Tom. He looked…upset. But not the regretful kind of upset, more like the upset at me kind of upset. Ugh, shut up, Y/N. “Please say something.” I sounded so desperate that it disgusted me. Tom just pushed himself off the counter and walked back into our bedroom, leaving me in the bathroom. I immediately went to follow him, not surrendering to his immaturity regarding what I just said. “Tom! What are you doing? I just told you how I felt and you’re acting like you don’t give a shit!” I called out, moving quickly to step in front of him. “You completely forgot about me today, your plans with those guys from Japan…you know how much that hurt? I understand that the meeting was important to you and could open the doors to so many more opportunities but don’t you think you owe me as much as texting me to let me know instead of leaving me in the dark? You ran in and out of the house just to ‘drop your stuff off’. I worked all day to make tonight special for you and what was I left with? Tons of wasted food and wasted hope. You’ve done this to me many times in the past too but I was too stupid to say anything and just brushed it off like it was nothing because I’ve always put your wants and needs before mine but,” I took a deep breath, trying to calm myself down, “what happened tonight really hurt me.” 

He drooped his head, eyes burning holes into the floor, a clear mix of contradicted feelings, unsure whether to feel sorry for me or explode. I cared about Tom’s work, how much effort he’s put into the creation of this company and for what it’s become but if it comes to the point where he’s essentially neglecting his significant other, then that becomes a problem, at least in my mind. I sat down gingerly on the bed, brushing out the wrinkles on the satin duvet. Tom looked me up and down, his features riddled with irritation.

“Are you fucking kidding me, Y/N? I’m doing this all for you! I’m trying to provide for you, so don’t give me crap about how I’m constantly working! I’ve been busting my ass and working on this for my entire life.” he argued. Oh, hell no. There was no way I was gonna let him blame his busy work schedule on me. “Don’t even, Tom! Don’t you dare try pushing this on me! I never asked for any of this; Not the house, the fancy bed, the decked out bathroom, the kitchen fit for a queen…I never asked for it! All I wanted was you. When you asked me to move in with you, I didn’t care if we were poor, living in a shoebox apartment, sleeping on the floor, I just want to be with you and I still do, so don’t you dare try telling me that you’re doing this for me.” I shrieked, fisting roughly at my pyjama pants.

Tom sneered in annoyance, perhaps even disgust. I gawked at him, outraged and waiting for him to make a comeback. “You know what? You are so selfish. You don’t appreciate anything I do for you. You could be working too, y’know? No one locks you in this house or nails you to the floorboards and demands that you wait for me to come home!” he roared, getting closer to me. I quickly stood up, startling him. He took a few steps back but kept his hard glare. “I go to school, you div! I’m a full time student, I’m studying to get my bachelors, remember? Oh, probably not because you’re too busy staying at work finishing your projects and oh, talking to clients and oh, having dinner with Japanese business men, completely forgetting about your own girlfriend! I tried doing something selfless and nice for you and all I get it a petty forehead kiss and a spit in the face!” I growled. My face was red hot by this point, my breathing shallow.

My boyfriend scoffed, almost in a laughing manner. “Fuckin’ hell, you’re still going on about that? What’s the big deal? You need to calm down.” he mocked. “I work long hours, practically every single day. When I get home, I’m tired, I’m exhausted, I want to sleep. On the weekends, I’m free. I’m not required to spend every waking second of my week with you!” Tom moved around me to climb into bed. He propped his pillow up and shut his eyes tightly. “Just go to sleep, goddammit.” he grumbled. I’m hanging at the end of my rope. He’s brushing this off, like I don’t mean anything! What happened to him?I stood over him, but it was as if all feeling in my body was gone. “So what? Is this what it’s gonna be from now on? Us sleeping in the same bed, living under the same roof but not talking? Not facing hardships and being upfront and honest with each other? Tommy, I love you but you’re…you’re supposed to take care of me…” My voice trailed off into oblivion. I didn’t want to beg but I didn’t want to lose him either. By this point, there were tears running a marathon down my face; Both of my under eyes were drenched with the salty fluid. This was destroying me. “You’re supposed to be my boyfri—”

“Y/N, shut up! Shut up, shut up, shut up! Do you not understand fucking english?! Just shut the fuck up!” Tom roared at me, covering his face with his hands. My heart dropped, terrified at his sudden outburst. The sound of his scream was bouncing off the walls; Thomas had never, ever yelled at me before. Obviously over the duration of our relationship, we’ve gotten into little arguments but nothing too extreme. Any time we would ever disagree on something, we’d usually forget what we’re fighting about and laugh it off, or Tom would force a smile out of me and we’d have make up sex but this was…something else.

I was defeated. I did what he said, I shut up. I slumped towards my slide of the bed and grabbed my pillow, the end slightly tucked underneath Tom’s. Without giving it a second thought, I yanked it off the bed, his head falling back a bit at the sudden motion. His hands fell away from his face and he watched me go into the closet and grab one of the extra blankets we kept in there. I forced it down from the top shelf, a few other thinner blankets fell to the floor but I just left them there. I snatched my phone off the vanity beside the bed, stepped into my Chewbacca slippers and headed straight to the door of the bedroom.

“Where are you going?” Tom piped up, a hint of concern lacing his voice. I cackled and spun around to face him. He sat up, looking like he was about to get up from the bed and come near me which was honestly the first and last thing I wanted right now. “I’m definitely not sleeping beside the man who has forgotten how to treat the woman he apparently ‘loves’.” I raged. He stared at me hard. “Y/N, I do love you. So much. I’m so—”

“You have a really funny way of showing it. You’re a jerk.” He looked hurt. Ha, good. Tom quickly climbed out of bed and came towards me as predicted. He would take one step forward, I’d take two steps back. “Just leave me the fuck alone, Holland. Go away.” I yelped, still backing out of the room. Remorse and regret traced his features, his bottom lip quivered as he started to absorb the mess he’s created tonight and every other night. “Baby, please, stay here with me. I’m sorry. I understand now. I shouldn’t have yelled at you like that. Please just stay here with me, I can’t sleep without you by my side.” he pleaded. I just continued walking down the dimly lit hallway. I stopped at the front of the guest bedroom down the hall, my hand on the handle. The metal was cold which sent goosebumps rolling up and down my skin.

“Don’t be sorry because you yelled at me,” I opened the door and flicked on the light. “Be sorry for neglecting me, over and over again.” I said, before stepping in the room and gently closing the door. I gazed at the bed. There weren’t any blankets or pillows, sorely for the fact that we never really let people stay over unless it was an emergency or if Harrison showed up at 3 AM drunk out of his mind because of who knows what. I tossed my pillow on the bed, it landed diagonally as the blanket soared through the air, falling gracefully on the mattress. I turned off the light and walked towards my sanctuary for the night. The bed was freezing, disheartening, lonely. I stuffed my face into the pillow and cried. I just let the tears flow and dampen the surface.

I heard Tessa scratching at the door which only made me cry harder. It was a silent cry that I didn’t want Tom to hear. I knew he was finally starting to open his eyes towards the situation and me, being so vulnerable, I wanted to forgive him. I wanted him here with me right now, with everything behind us, and just have his strong arms wrapped safely and securely around my body. The pooch’s clawing stopped after a minute, bringing me back down. I tried to sleep and I silently prayed that I could forget this night. I hated fighting with Tom. I’m not selfish, I do care about his work and understand that he’s stressed but I just want things to go back to the way that they were. When it was him and I against the world.

I awoke to my phone buzzing profusely against my forearm. I rubbed the sleep from my eyes and fished around the crumpled mess of blanket to retrieve my device. When I finally found it, I had twenty two text messages and six missed calls from Y/F/N, guessing that every notification was regarding her date last night. I smiled in acknowledgement but tucked the phone under my pillow, not ready to interact with humans just yet. That lasted a good thirty seconds until I head scratching against the door again. I turned to face away from the door, assuming Tom was already up and let Tessa out of the room but the scratching just continued. I huffed and unwillingly left the now warm bed. I pulled my ridden up pyjama pants down and made my way to the door and swung it open. Tessa bolted right past me and hopped on the bed, turning in circles a few times before settling into a little ball of grey scruff. I chuckled at her as I went to step out of the room, only to have something knock into my feet, sending me crashing to the floor. 

“Ow!” I exclaimed, the carpet leaving a burning sensation on my left cheekbone. “Oh, my god, Y/N! Are you okay?” a groggy voice called. I pushed myself off the ground and sat up against the wall. Tom was kneeling beside me in a split second. How’d he get here so quickly? I groaned as I looked up at him, his fingers grazing over the assumed carpet burn on my face. I flinched back, slapping his hand away. “Are you okay?” he repeated. I just stared at him in disbelief. What the hell? His eyes were bloodshot, his hair an absolute mess, I could tell he’s been running his hands through it repeatedly. I looked past him and saw his pillow and a thin, tattered blanket on the floor.

I moved my eyes back to him. “Did you sleep on the floor last night?” I questioned. He chuckled nervously and scratched the bak of his neck. “I stayed outside the guest room all night. I couldn’t sleep without you beside me. I came to get you…but after a while, I thought I’d give you some space.” he explained. My eyebrows knotted together as he dropped his head down. He leaned forward and stuffed his head in the crook of my neck. My arms instinctively moving up to caress his warm skin. “I’m sorry…I can’t believe what I said to you last night, let alone what the fuck I’ve been doing to you for the past few months, like you said.” he mumbled, his hands coming to rest of my thighs. I wrapped some strands of his hair around my fingers.

“I’m gonna be different. I have to, I want to, I need to be if I don’t want to lose you. I spent all night thinking about what you said and remembering all the times I’ve ditched you and forgot to remind you how much you mean to me. How I treated you? No boyfriend should ever do those things to their girlfriend. I never meant to do any of that to you but I still managed to. I was getting so caught up in my job and the success, I neglected and mistreated the one person who means more to me than anyone else in the entire world.” He raised his head and looked into my eyes. I could see small droplets of tears hanging onto his bottom lashes. I brushed them away gingerly with my thumb and kissed his nose. I rested my forehead against his as he sighed. “You…are the girl I want to marry and start a family with and this is not the way to do it. There are no excuses. I need to start treating you right again. I will do whatever it takes, Y/N. I love you so fucking much. Never for a single second have my feelings for you faltered. I’ll die before I stopped loving you. I’m so sorry for making you feel the way you’ve been feeling.” he concluded. 

My chest tightened. This is exactly what I’ve wanted from him. I was so happy, I was thriving. “Tom?” I began, stroking his cheek with my thumb. “Yes, darling?” he replied desperately. I smiled at him contently. “I forgive you. I love you so much. Thank you.” I finished, pulling him in for a hug. He immediately snaked his arms around my body, our fronts pressed together tightly. Tom stood both of us up, not separating in the slightest. After holding each other for who knows how long, we pulled away and pressed our lips together in a mouthwatering, hungry, passionate kiss. I was finally getting my boyfriend back…He pulled away and kissed my forehead, eyelids, both cheeks, nose, and then lips.

“C’mon, my love. Let’s get a band aid on that scrape and go make some breakfast together.” Tom announced, as he turned and bent down in front of me, signalling me to jump on his back. I swooned, over the moon at what he just said. I hopped on his back and wrapped my arms around his shoulders, my fingers ghosting over his clavicles. He hooked his arms underneath the backs of my knees before playfully jumping up and down. I giggled in response, burying my face into his upper back, pressing kisses to his shoulder blades. “You’re as light as a feather, baby girl.” He declared, before taking us both to the kitchen. 

I had faith in Tom that things were going to start looking up.

the ending is complete ass but i really just wanted to get this up :’)

[korean-hellhole]

Say you won’t Let Go.

Pairing: Jin x Reader

Genre: Fluff/Drabble

About: When Jin suggested the two of you spend some quality time together, you didn’t expect to be here, sitting on the floor cutting out red hearts for BTS’ New Years Eve performance.

Word Count: 0k.8

Date: 18 January 2018

Request: I was wondering if I could send in a request for Mr. Worldwide Handsome Jin? I was wondering if it could be something fluffy like them cutting out hearts together for his heart events and just being generally adorable together? Thank you 💚

A/N: There you go anon! I’m sorry I took so long writing it I had writer’s block fuck my life. I hope this was what you wanted and more! I swear Jin will be the death of me…

Sighing for the sixth time that evening, you leaned backwards to lie on the floor, groaning in protest as you turned your head to stare at your boyfriend. “I. Give. Up.”

Jin laughed, reaching out to run his fingers through your hair before planting an affectionate kiss on your forehead, and you leaned into his touch, trying to savor every moment with him. “I’m sorry princess, how about I cook something for you after we finish this?”

You fought back a grin and instead, pouted playfully, soaking up his attention. Dating a celebrity wasn’t as fun and luxurious as people made it seem, especially when that celebrity was a member of the biggest boy band in the world. Between their comeback stages, worldwide tours, talk-shows and never ending rehearsals, it was almost impossible to get some alone time with him. 

So when Jin texted you a few weeks after returning from the Melon Awards to come over to their dorm with a pair of scissors so the two of you could spend some quality time together, and more importantly, ALONE, you had been over the moon. Your mind reeling with thoughts of what the two of you could do; maybe bake a cake, or watch Korean dramas while binging on ice cream, or even some weird kinky shit in the bedroom with said scissors.

You did not expect however, to find yourself sitting on the boys’ living room floor, one hour later, a pair of scissors in clutched in your right hand as you cut out red hearts for BTS’ New Years performance. Huffing one last time, you sat back up, gripping the red pair of scissors with newfound determination and reached for a red cardboard.

“You better, Kim Seokjin, or else I’m stealing all your pink hoodies while you’re off to Japan.” Your words, laced with cheeky mischievousness made the boy’s heart skip a beat as he pictured the way the long sleeves of his sweater would engulf your tiny hands in the most endearing manner, but for the sake of his own amusement, Jin glared at you, fighting the urge to pull you into an embrace.

“Yah! Don’t you dare (Y/N)!” The brown haired boy nudged you teasingly, lips curling into an adoring smile when you reached out, taking hold of a cushion on the sofa beside you and using it to hit your boyfriend repeatedly with a merciless force.

He hadn’t seen you since mid November, yet all the pent up frustration and longing he’d felt since then had dissolved into tender fondness the moment you walked into Bangtan’s dorm, the light skip in your steps indicating how excited you were to finally see him. It made Jin’s heart flutter warmly inside his chest.

So caught up in his own thoughts, the boy was slow to realize you had put down the cushion and was now reaching for the heart he had cut out. Jin’s eyes widened and began to protest, but it was too late, you had already snatched up the red cardboard and skipped away from him, turning your head back to stick your tongue out playfully.

“Aish, come back here (Y/N)!”

Jin followed your movements with an amused gaze as you continued running around the living room, waving the red heart in the air mockingly and he stalked towards you, his famous windshield laugh resonating through the dorm-room walls.

“Make me!” Giggles burst from your lips when the two of you sped up, the brown haired boy yelling out empty threats that made your laughs bubble up uncontrollably. Jin grinned victoriously as he caught up to you, sending both him and you tumbling onto the couch and instinctively placed a hand on the back of your head, the other warm wrapping around your shoulders to shield you from the impact.

Your back landed on the cushions underneath and you struggled to free yourself from your boyfriend’s embrace, giggling when he refused to let go and instead, pinned your right wrist next you’re your face before turning to look at the red heart clutched on your left hand.

“Excuse me miss, you seem to have captured my heart.” 

Hearing those words, you felt your cheeks flush, heart pounding loudly against your chest, and stared up at your boyfriend, who held a mischievous look on his face. You let out a laugh and took pleasure in the heavy blush that coated his cheeks when you met his gaze. 

“You seem to have captured my hand, sir.”

Jin’s grip of your wrist loosened, fingers sliding upwards to lace them with yours, and he smiled affectionately, his eyes filled with adoration when he watched you smirk teasingly and the boy realized at that moment; he had never loved you more than right now, lying underneath him, chests heaving against each other as you looked up at him with sparkling eyes.

“And I’m never letting go.”           

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[kpop-shenanigans]

Soulmate AU!Jin

IT’S SAM’S BIRTHDAY!! Aka I die to write something until 4am in the morning because I procrastinate alot but I don’t care at least I wrote something for her birthday. -Lyn 

Soulmate AU where the soulmate’s hair color is marked with a stripe on your wrist

most people’s stripe color is black or brown

aka the most common colors

with those special cases of random colors because hair dye is a thing

for most of your life it had been black

but since around a few years back it had changed to different colors

black, brown, red

it had mostly switched between those three

but last year it was blonde for a while

you had no idea why the person would do that out of a sudden

you had been following this korean group called bts for a while

and you’d notice one of the members’s hair matched your stripe

aka kim seokjin

aka jin

aka mr. worldwide handsome

im gettin carried away

but you just thought that was too good of a coincidence to happen

so you’d ignore it

a few of your friends would also point out that

but you’d just say

nah there could be other people who changed their hair like he did

and they’re like ah yes like who

you’re like i dunno someone

they go if next comeback you have the same color on your body as his hair is

we’re going to a fansign to meet him you hear?

yes i hear u

fast forward a few months

your stripe changed to pink one day

and you’re so confused as to why again

but then it hits you

his hair color changes most of their comebacks

so you wait for his teaser pictures to come out

and guess what

his hair is pink

cue friend’s gasps

ok we are most definetly going to a fansign and you’re not going to say no

and there goes money down the drain

you and your friend had some miraculous luck to get in

do i need to explain

anyways

you’re waiting for your turn to get a chance to meet them

you pass by each of them until you get to jin

you glance over at your stripe and it has a gold rim around it

jin also notices your glance and decides to check his own

guess what

its also got the same thing

you both look at each other like

what

jin goes well what do we do now

you go i guess we talk about it after this

hes like okay then

so fansign ends

and you say to friend hey i gotta stay behind for a bit

and your friend’s like WAIT SO YOU TWO WERE???

yes

and they’re like okay take all the time in the world all the time u need

thank u

so you wait for their manager to say hey you can come inside

and he shows up like so its true?

and you show your wrist

he goes alright, follow me

so you follow him and you meet jin and the others

rm says so i take it you’re seokjin’s soulmate

you nod and you see the rest making up some kind of excuse to leave the room

the manager also leaves saying he needs to deal with this case with the company

and you’re left with jin in the room

he goes well hello

and you go helloo

he goes i guess my pink hair gave it away

youre like i had a hunch when you had blonde hair

oh really

yes really, it’s not every day that you see your soulmate jump from brown hair to blonde hair out of a sudden

but that could’ve been someone else though

yes thats what i thought at first but then oh look pink hair

[joulethieves]

2, 5, 14, and 15 for mr. worldwide 👀

dale bitch–ANYWAY here’s Balthier headcanons in the form of drabbles cuz Im in a Mood

2) Cooking Headcanon

He’s dashingly handsome, a piloting prodigy, a sure shot, and dashingly handsome. One can’t expect him to be adept at cooking too. Balthier isn’t quite partial to the culinary art but will do so when it’s necessary. He prefers Fran’s cuisine, as her food just tastes alive in a way most hume cooking cannot. And, at the very least, she is merciful to his near-fatal sensitivity to heat-spiced fare (unlike Vaan and Penelo, who in their attempts to woo everyone with authentic Rabanastran streetfood, nearly killed the sky pirate with some fiery hellscape excuse of roast cockatrice). When traveling with the merry band of fools across every crevice of Ivalice, Balthier’s culinary skills are put to the test on nights when it’s his rotation - he finds the party is satisfied enough with his doings, or at least, they’re eating and thus kept alive, so no one should honestly be complaining, thank you very much.  Especially Vaan, with the griping about there’s no spice in here, this tastes like paper. Would that he could shove his mouth with some paper. Shut up, Vaan.

5/15) Bathing/Showering Headcanon & Singing Headcanon

It was nice to have his own shower, once upon a time. Well, his and Fran’s, but they’re a package deal, so who bothers with plurals when she’s practically his right arm. Fran is a lovely shipmate, all things considered. She picks her hair out of the drain, and only chides him a little bit when his stray earrings clog the pipes. Once upon a time, it was nice. With four others aboard his ship, there’s only so much hot water, and only so little patience. It’s after a particularly messy hunt in Sochen leaves nearly everyone dripping with flecks of blood and strips of maggoty flesh that Balthier puts his foot down (unfortunately, on a heaping pile of Coeurl shit somewhere in Tchita). “We’ll settle this the old fashioned way, lest we all murder each other before the Empire attempts to.”

Fran, the least filthy of them all thanks to her ranged weaponry and foresight, is a calm referee when she presents everyone with twigs in her curled fist. “Tallest twig earns first shower, so on and so forth.”

“WHAT?” Vaan shouts, so loudly that a  happily roosting nest of doves in a nearby tree fly off in a fit of terror. “I CAN’T HEAR YOU I HAVE GUTS IN MY EAR.”

Balthier doesn’t let that sway him, and when he catches Fran’s eye while the rest of the party is distracted with Vaan’s performance, she subtly twitches a long dark finger along the outermost left twig in her palm, and raises a white brow at him.

He would embrace her then for the gesture, but she’d slap him for getting blood on her new accessory. 

“As a leading man and pilot of the Strahl, I’ll choose first,” Balthier says, and Vaan still can’t hear him because he’s banging the heel of his palm against one ear while tilting his head over the ground. Some disgusting squelching sounds follow, and Vaan sighs. 

“That’s better. Anyway what’s going on?”

Balthier grabs the twig Fran instructed him to and holds it in his hands as Fran approaches the rest of the group. “Why, a lesson in the art of patience, my dear Vaan.” The boy is absolutely disgusting, and should be nowhere near the confines of his ship without first being doused in soap and water, but Balthier will take his hot shower first when he can get it.

On their trek back to the anchor, Balthier hooks an ankle under Vaan’s footing, sending the boy tumbling into a rushing Tchita stream. That will, at the very least, wash off the loose guts. Vaan’s screams are garbled in the river and Penelo runs after him, swept in the current. “Oh my god, Balthier, HE CAN’T SWIM!”

Balthier is still laughing in the steam of the shower an hour later. He takes his time, and sings.

14) Dancing Headcanon

“Fine-faced though you are, Vaan, I know you at least know how to count to three.”

Vaan huffs indignantly and scratches again at the stuffy Archadian one-piece bodysuit monstrosity he’s outfitted in. All things considered, he looks rather becoming, and if he could wipe that expression off his face that screams Someone Please Help Me and Let Me Run Around in Crop Tops Again he could look almost befitting of the Archadian ball they’re crashing tonight. “I was doing it just fine. One two three one two three one two let me fucking leave I wanna go home and I hate this stupid outfit.”

Balthier scratches the back of his head. Seems he couldn’t count after all. How sad. Never mind, he thinks, the boy will be distracting arm candy enough. The Archadian gentry despise same-sex relations despite the legality of it; thus the spectacle of them both together will be distracting enough while Fran pilfers the grand manse outfitted in opening-night grandeur for of the Opera star Yagadia Nieidrie Licentio.

The taller sky pirate of the two takes Vaan’s waist again, pulling him close. “If you’re wont to be so very insolent at least confine it to the shake of those hips of yours. I’m well acquainted enough to how those move,” he adds almost ruefully, remembering a night he almost can’t in a haze of snakehyps, liquor, and way too much shock factor. “Now, let’s try this again.”

Vaan’s face is nearly flushed to match the crimson brocade of the cropped jacket layered atop the bodysuit. Balthier would say it’s from embarrassment but no, Vaan’s actually just extremely overheated. “Can I get some water first? All this ballroom stuffiness makes me thirsty.”

Vaan breaks from his hold and Balthier watches the Dalmascan sway away, putting on a show with those hips, and finds himself licking his lips. “Do bring me a glass of that, then, would you? Neat, with a twist.”

Vaan snorts and waves his hand dismissively as he saunters away. “At least take me to the ball first, Balthier.”

–

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Finally, after what feels like a millennium, the door opens and Dr. Mallard enters, smiling. He’s an older man who is always overly happy. I like him, even if I find his cheerfulness somewhat off-putting at this exact second.

“Mrs. Simms, how exciting to have you here today. This must be your husband.” He walks over to Gabe, who stands, hand extended.

“Sorry, no,” I chime in. “Definitely not my husband.”

“My fault,” he apologizes. “Your boyfriend. This is a new age. Lots of people in lifelong relationships nowadays without marriage.”

           Awkward.

           “Nope,” I say, popping my P with a bit more attitude than intended. “We aren’t together.” I look over at Gabe, who’s holding his laughter in and I silently yell Help me!

           “Just got her knocked up,” Gabe finally speaks. “Classic fairy tale story of ex-sex turning into a baby. Turns out those silly condoms serve a purpose and really shouldn’t be skipped. Who knew?”

           “Seriously!” I yell while shooting him daggers with my eyes. All he does to respond is shrug his shoulders and give me an evil grin.

           “Okay, Miss Simms, if you can lie back and put your feet up we can check on this little miracle,” Dr. Mallard finally says as the nurse pulls the stirrups out and helps me assume the position.

           Even if you don’t want your ex-boyfriend back you still always want them to think of you as the sexy one who got away, not the girl nude and exposed with her legs in the air while a doctor probes her. Great, fucking great.

           “Sure.” I lie back and my head jerks to Gabe. “But you stay north of the equator.”

           “Not a problem, Leigh.” He smiles at me. “But it ain’t nothing I haven’t seen before.”

           “Well, it’s definitely something you’re never seeing again,” I snap back at him, causing the nurse to let a small chuckle escape.

           I try to act cool by the fact that the doctor seems to think sticking a huge wand up me is perfectly normal.

           Thump thump. Thump thump.

           Our bickering immediately stops. The room is dark and the monitor next to me is lit up.

           “Is that—” Gabe starts.

           “That’s your baby’s heartbeat,” the doctor interrupts. “And if you look over here, you see that small little bean shape in the middle there.” He points to the picture on the ultrasound machine. “That’s your baby. It’s currently approximately the size of a raspberry.”

           “Wow,” Gabe and I both somehow say at the same time.

           We finish the appointment with a plethora of information. Gabe is quiet and the silliness that existed in the examination room is gone. We check out and walk side by side. Neither of us bringing up everything we need to discuss.

           Does him showing up mean he wants to be involved? Does he assume we will get back together? Can we even do this together? Do I want to?

           All the questions are running rampant in my head and instead of saying a single one of them I simply say, “I’ll let you know when I have another appointment.”

           “Thanks.” He holds the door to the building open, letting me walk outside, him close on my heels. “I want to be here for you and our child as best as I can.”

           I nod, but my mind is still back in that office with that beautiful baby. My baby.

           “We ought to talk, Leigh.”

           “You’re right. But today I got to hear my—our, baby’s heartbeat for the first time. Let’s not ruin it, okay?” We’re standing in the middle of the parking lot, neither of us moving to our respective vehicles.

           “Okay, but soon.”

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