#this is to say it’s very obvious that y’all don’t actually like hobie

[starlooove]

Why are y’all surprised that borderline capitalists and liberals like Hobie when they hate leftists, especially black leftists, irl 💀

Real people saying these things make them think and feel guilty, when a real person says we cannot thrive or make significant change by utilizing systems stacked against said change, they have to think about their own lifestyles and ideals. When a real person says violence is the answer and money needs to become meaningless, all they think is “but I could get hurt or in trouble” and “but I’ll never be rich”.

When Hobie says it it’s just a character being entertaining. There’s a bit of truth but you don’t take it seriously because you don’t have to. It’s the same way they’re fine with saying ACAB posts and reading books on anti-racism but can’t muster up the courage to tell their friend to stop saying the n word. It’s all cute till it’s you irl, so ppl who know leftists irl and don’t like them will love hobie. It feels like KNOWING Hobie maybe kinda sorta has a point is enough to negate the idea that their complicity in these systems irl is actually harmful.

It’s like that thing where ppl do bad things and think knowing it’s bad is the same as being apologetic and changing or deserving forgiveness.

Like in conclusion, it’s easy to like Hobie when you’re not face to face with someone like him and you’re not expected to do any work. It’s the same thing as yt ppl liking the Medea movies. God forbid a black person is actually loud in public but it’s fine when they’re doing their little jigs just for you.

[redstarwriting]

pda/general affection hcs | ii.

ft. pavitr prabhakar & gwen stacy

request?: yes and no

warnings:  language, cuteness, mentions of injuries, mentions of stressing too much, possibly incorrect use of hindi words

a/n: slay!! i think i love hcs so much bc it gives me a chance to actually get to know the character i’m writing them about lol, i hope y’all enjoy! twas a fun one

if you wanna read pt i. (with hobie and miles), click here!

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pavitr prabhakar | spider-man

pda

- he loves pda - point blank PERIOD - at the very least - his arm is around you - AT THE VERY LEAST - he’s just In Love Dude - and he gets excited every time he sees you - of course, though he reads people very well - so if you don’t like it he doesn’t do it - but bro - he LOVES holding hands - like it’s ridiculous how much he loves holding your hand - and when i say holding hands i mean hands intertwined - doesn’t matter if y’all are walking - studying - eating - just hanging out - if his hand isn’t intertwined with yours his arm is around you - and if he can’t do that his leg is touching you - and if he can’t do that his foot is touching yours - listen - he loves to be touching you - and he loves when you’re touching him - one day after his Spider-Man escapades - he rushed to meet up with you - and his hair was all kinds of blown around - and you giggled - fixing it for him - tucking it behind his ear - he was in heaven - he frequently messes up his hair now just so you’ll fix it - “Pavitr, baby, what’s going on? Your hair’s been so unruly lately.”   “I don’t know, betu, but I think you should fix it for me.”   “Okay, okay, get over here.” - he hopes you never catch on - you already have - but it’s cute so you don’t care - he’s also very partial to staring at you and not paying attention to anything else around him - he has frequently run into a building - or a car - while web swinging if he sees you - and he’s run into poles - other people - more cars - when the two of you are just walking next to each other - the two of you have matching bracelets - he never takes his off - one time he lost it after he took it off - he FREAKED - “(Y/N) I CAN’T FIND MY BRACELET!”   “Pav it’s okay just—”   “I RUINED THE RELATIONSHIP”   “Pav—”   “I— oh hi auntie, what’s that? You found my bracelet! Bahut! (Y/n), the problem is fixed! Our relationship is stronger than ever!” - but he BRANDISHES that bracelet - shows it to everyone - especially if someone comments on yours - he will be right there like - “I have a matching one! Are we not adorable?” - speaking of - he’s not good when it comes to getting jealous - he gets jealous easily - he trusts you 100% - it’s the other people he doesn’t trust around your beauty - he gets touchier somehow - and super pouty - “(Y/n), pay attention to meeeee…”   “Pav, baby, you’re pulling on my shirt like a toddler.”   “Pay attention to me and I’ll stop. Promise.” - he doesn’t get like this all the time obviously - but if it’s obvious some man is flirting with you - he gets this way - he’s also way smoother than you think - sometimes he trips up but he immediately catches it and fixes it up lol - he just loves pda - and you

general affection

- if you thought Miles was affectionate hoo boy just you wait - he has difficulty keeping his hands off you in public so in private? - game over - there are times when he is literally just laying on top of you - i’m not kidding - when y’all take naps together he is sprawled out on top of you - good luck trying to get up - it is not happening - unless you wake him up and even then he’s like nooooooo don’t leeeaveeee :( - his auntie Maya loves seeing the two of you at home - he always pours your chai for you and knows exactly how you like it - he actually knows exactly how you like everything - he will order for you just because he knows how to get it your favorite way - and when you aren’t expecting it he’ll get you coffee - or chai - or literally any drink of your choice because he knows all of them by heart - he also knows how to cheer you up if you’re ever upset - whether he needs to listen - give advice - just hold you - all of it - he knows things about you that you don’t even know about yourself - in fact - he has a little journal where he writes down everything he knows about you - it’s not in a weird way, i promise - it’s more of a “if they need this, do this” type of thing - of course, he also gushes about you in it - because he is literally in love with you - he keeps you out of his Spider-Man business as best as he can - he doesn’t want you to get hurt - because chances are if you get hurt he will literally break down - and if you’re in danger, he believes he could save you as well as anyone else in trouble of course - he’s Spider-Man, that’s what he does - but above all - he would save you - and he really doesn’t want to lose you in any way - it’s actually one of his biggest fears - and when he thinks about it for too long it almost sends him into a panic attack - “Pavitr? What’s up, baby? You’re shaking...”   “Huh? Oh, nothing, (Y/n), don’t worry about me. I’m supposed to worry about you.”   “Uh uh, Pav, that’s not how it works. I’ll always worry about you. If you don’t wanna talk about it that’s fine, but come here.” - he never turns down cuddles from you - never - in fact, he actually prefers being the little spoon if y’all ever spoon - he just loves being held by you - he also really loves the way you speak to his auntie - you respect her so much - and it’s obvious - the two of you get along so well - it warms his heart - and he will often invite you over for meals - another thing he loves is just being in your presence - like literally as long as you’re around him and he’s around you he feels calmer - he has many nicknames for you - too many to even pick a favorite - he’d have to think about it for a long time to choose a favorite - something he does do is he says bro affectionately to you - “Pav, how do you like this new outfit?”   “Bro! You look so good!”   “Bro?”   “Yes, bro… just like… bro in the sense of ‘I love you you mean everything to me,’ you know?… Bro…?” - he doesn’t call you bro often but sometimes he slips up and does lol - you don’t really care it’s just funny to watch him scramble when he does call you that - and the way he tells you he loves you every day - once in the morning - once in the afternoon - and multiple times in the evening - another thing he does is show off to you in private - he always shows you his spider skills hoping to impress you - you know why he does it - and find it endearing - so you ooo and ahhh like you haven’t seen him do all of it 78 times - it boosts his ego and makes his heart flutter in the best way - he has definitely snuck into your room at night after a long day of Spider-Manning - if he’s hurt, you help - but he honestly tries to cover up any injury he’s gotten before seeing you - he doesn’t want you to worry too much - even though you do - the first time he did come to you injured you helped him immediately - and then had to hold him because you were worried - you fixed the injury - and then just clung to him like a koala - he loves when you do that - he will actually walk around while you cling to him like you weigh absolutely nothing - because you do weigh nothing to him with the absurd strength he has - he finds it so cute - he tried to uno reverse it once - didn’t work out too well for him (or you) - but he still thought you were cute even when you did fall on the floor underneath of him

overall

- he loves pda because he loves showing you off to people - not in a weird way - but in a “look how amazing my partner is! i know you’re all jealous” type way - but my god he’s soft - and he can and will know absolutely everything about you - and picks up on your moods and behaviors and will get you what you need - before you even know it - he’s very attentive - and very in love - he tells you that all the time

gwen stacy | ghost-spider

pda

- Gwen isn’t all that big on pda actually - it’s not that she like - hates it - but she also just - doesn’t care for it - it’s not like she avoids any and all physical touch with you in public - that’s not the case - and she will always be very close to you - to the point where sometimes it’s like - personal space, Gwendy - “Gwen, babe, you’re literally on top of me.”   “What? No I’m not. I can be if you want but I don’t think many people would appreciate me standing on your shoulders.”   “…Gwen I meant you’re just very close to me right now.”   “Oh. Well, yeah. I like being near you.” - she does like to link arms with you - that’s a big one for her - if the two of you are on a walk - she will link arms with you - her hand will be in her pocket too so there’s no escape!! - not actually - you could slide your arm out whenever you want - she also will frequently bump her shoulder against yours - that’s like the biggest way she shows affection in public - she’ll bump shoulders - push you playfully - playfully punch you - playfully slap you - it’s a good way for her to show you that she cares for you - but without all the super lovey-dovey stuff on display for everyone - she will also link pinkies - but there’s not a lot of kissing in public - not even like - on the cheek - maybe - maybe - she’ll blow you a kiss - but i think it would depend on who’s company you’re in tbh - obviously when she’s around people she’s comfortable with she’ll show more - she’ll prop her legs on your lap - wink at you - will have her hand somewhere on your arm or your leg - especially around Pav, Miles, and Hobie - she really doesn’t care that much around them - but she still isn’t outwardly making out with you or anything like that - another thing she will do in public is boop your nose - sometimes you laugh - and she’s just like yeah - yeah that’s the good shit - and she’ll boop your nose cause it’s all scrunched up - it’s actually very cute - “I love your laugh.” *boop*   “What was that?”   “What was what?”   “Why did you just boop my nose?”   “It was all scrunched up and looked cute and it’s my obligation as your girlfriend to melt when you look like that.” - she does make eye contact with you a lot - but she also looks away a lot - girl gets flustered - she’ll be a blushing mess at times - especially if you do something while she’s drumming at one of The Mary Janes shows - those shows are the rare times she will give you a kiss in public - she’s just got so much adrenaline pumping through her she doesn’t give a fuck - she will finish the set and immediately kiss you - “How’d I do, babe?”   “Y-You did great, Gwen…”   “Awww, someone’s flustered. Good to know I have that effect on you, honey.”   “Shut up, Gwendolyn.

general affection

- y’all - 🚨we got a biter🚨 - she will bite your shoulder - not hard or like with malicious intent - but she will just - glomp down on you - the first time it happened you were like girl, what? - but now it’s just kinda - awwww - like you’ll be minding your business - cooking dinner or something - and out of nowhere - *chomp* - “Gwen, babe, I’ll give you attention in a minute just let me finish this.” - she will stay there until you are done - if you walk she walks with you - she’s also much more laidback when the two of you are alone - in fact, she is way more open to everything - she will frequently crawl on the ceiling and hang upside down just to give you an upside-down kiss - it’s like her favorite thing - “Again?”   “Obviously.”   “You know we have the ability to kiss right side up?”   “Where’s the fun in that?” - you must admit - you do like the kisses - something else she really likes to do is dance with you - like y’all will be in the kitchen - at like 3am - looking for a snack or something - trying to keep quiet so her dad doesn’t wake up - and she’ll just start spinning you around - she’s lucky she’s so graceful or else her dad would be ready to fight every time you stay over - he also lets you stay over a lot - he wants to give Gwen freedom - and he knows that he can trust you - you’re also the closest she’s been to anyone after Peter (which you help her with tremendously) - so he’s more than okay with having you around - and she is too - the two of you will share a bed - facing each other - this is when she shows the most physical affection in your relationship she’ll stroke your cheek with her thumb - steal kisses - rub your back and arm - play with your hair - she gets needy when she’s tired - and when she comes home tired from a long day of being Spider-Woman - she’ll just collapse on her bed with you in it - “Babe, you should take a shower”   “But I want cuddles.”   “Gwen, go clean yourself.”   “But I want—”   “I will cuddle you only if you take care of yourself!” - she tends to let her basic needs fall behind her duties - so you are always there to remind her to do things - she does the same with you - in fact, she’ll always put your needs before hers - which you scold her for - but she doesn’t care - you’re more important to her than herself, so - like actually, after Peter she can’t afford to lose another person close to her in her life like that, she’s always checking on you and will frequently stress herself out worrying about you - you’re always cared for - always have food - always have a place to stay - anything you need she will get you - she also tries really hard to tell you where she is all the time - she shares her location with you - and even has another dimension-hopping watch so she can reach out to you when she’s away - took a while to convince Miguel of that - “but he caved eventually,” she said - Hobie made her oneL LMAO - she will write a lot of songs about you - like all the time - you’ll never see them - maybe - and if you do she’ll try to play it off like she isn’t a cheesy romantic at heart - but you mean a lot to her - and she means a lot to you

overall

- Gwen isn’t too physically affectionate - but she is when it counts - and she will do whatever it takes to take care of you - you are the light of her life - she will do anything to keep it bright

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[kierancaz]

The way I’m literally about to fight and bring the facts to this TikTok comment section because people can have their ships but also can y’all realize that certain characters have certain functions and they may not be big functions that’s ok. Cause like someone posted a video of Miles and Margo of their 30 second interaction with like pieces of the script layered over it and like yah you can see the vibe between these two but ALSO Margo has two functions 1) make Gwen jealous the way Hobie makes Miles jealous and 2) don’t hit the button on the machine and let Miles go back to his own dimension.

“I WANT THEM TO BE TOGETHER SO BAD !!!!” Why? Literally why? Margo has no character, has had a total of like 1 minutes screen time, and 1 scene with Miles.

People trying to use the spider-resonating as something to prove they should be together when that happens to everyone when they meet another spider-person?? Someone commented that in a book or smth it says Margo finds Miles cute which I think in her short screen time they get across really well.

But it just baffles me because like, Gwen and Miles are set up so perfectly. To me they’re on the list of ships I could never break for anyone else and that’s like two other ships. What is it that you see in Margo and Miles besides them idk looking cute together??

Scrolling through these comments is making me actually insane someone said that they were mad at Gwen for pulling Miles away like she owns him and said “and then you have ppl on tiktok acting like it wasn’t weird” ???? GIRL THEY ARE IN A RUSH TO GO MEET MIGUEL ?? GWEN IS CLEARLY STRESSING LIKE THIS WHOLE WALK ???

And then literally the creator of the og tiktok replied to them and said “the whole fandom likes to think Gwen owns Miles- I know the reason, but that’s for another discussion” and then when someone called them out for making everything about race they said they didn’t and that the person calling them out was making it about race like ?? You know don’t actually have to say the words “race” or “black” or “white” to make something about race? Your insinuation was clear as fucking day.

And also, because I did comment what I said earlier about Margo being to Gwen what Hobie is to Miles, someone replied saying that Hobie and Gwen see each other as friends and it’s obviously not the case with Margo and Miles and that they have a connection that will probably be explained in btsv.

I’m sorry. But I think you’re wrong. Hobie is super interesting and layered and I love him for that but he also serves two main functions (the creators just decided to give him much more depth with his five minutes of screen time, which I’m sure they would’ve done with Margo too if she had 5 minutes of screen time). Those functions are 1) make Miles jealous and 2) make the watch for Gwen so that when she gets booted back to her world by Miguel she can still travel dimensions.

Yes we know Hobie and Gwen see each other as friends but Miles does not. What Miles knows is that Gwen for the last however many months she has been in the spider society has been hanging out with some guy called Hobie that she thinks is super cool and he lets her crash in his dimension. What Miles knows is that Hobie is actually super cool and despite not wanting to like him because of Hobie’s relationship he does because he’s just that cool. He knows that Gwen took his shoes and left her sweater at his place and her toothbrush. He knows they’ve been on a couple dozen missions together. He knows that Hobie calls Gwen “Gwendy” and “my drummer” which while we may not have picked that up in a romantic context Miles in his little tiny jealous teen brain could have.

And also. When Miles hears any of that information is it very clear that he is NOT happy about it. It’s very obvious that he is jealous of Hobie. What Margo does is that same exact thing for Gwen but in a much shorter span of time and with much less build up because that’s all they really have to work with. And they get that Miles and Margo have chemistry across great.

But over all, there is no real reason to ship them. Because Margo has almost no character depth and almost no scenes and no real relationship with Miles in like any way. I’m not even sure you could call them acquaintances at this point. It feels like the only reason people ship them is because they’re two black characters.

Anyway thank you for coming to my ted talk ig.

[jinhitwhore]

The List 01

Pairing: jungkook x reader

Genre: Fluff, Angst, High School! Au

Warning: None yet!

Word count: 2.5k

Summary: It’s your senior year of high school and while most couples struggle to decide what to do after high school you and Jungkook seem to have it all figured out. You’re breaking up. But until college move-in day, you plan on making the most of every second and do everything on the list that you two made together. 

Note: If you’ve seen me post and delete this three times before... no you didn’t! Not sure how long it’ll be yet. Also, I am in college now so idk how often i’ll update. This is for funsies and I very much don’t know how to use punctuation, so sorry in advance. And if you do stick around thanks for reading! :)

“It’s really the first day of senior year, huh.” You were still in shock of how the past three years of high school had flown past in what felt as a blink of an eye. Now you headed into your high school for one last ‘first day’ with your best friend, Emma, beside you. 

“Way to state the obvious.” She bumps your shoulder and giggles. “I’m serious. This is the year where we take our final SATs and we do the whole college application thing and then we and we spiral into crippling debt because we all know financial aid is a joke and now I’m freaking out.” 

You stop as Emma blocks your path and places her hands on your shoulders. “Y/n...shut up and chill, please. You skipped over all the fun stuff like prom, and parties, and graduation, and getting the hell out of here. Most importantly you get to do all that fun stuff with your boyfriend.” Emma shakes your shoulders gently after successfully calming you down. 

“Where is said boyfriend by the way?” Her eyes scan the hallway as you both start walking to your locker. You shrug letting out a small sigh. “I haven’t seen him since he went on vacation with his parents a few weeks ago.” She hums in response.

“I still can't believe you ended up getting a boyfriend after you swore you didn’t like anyone and that you were happily single.” She leans against the locker next to yours and watches you put your books up. “I was but now I’m happily dating Jungkook. Are you sad that your summer of fun included a little less of me?” You teasingly grin at her. 

“Not at all. As far as I’m concerned summer of fun was very successful even when you left me to my own devices”. Emma gave you the sleaziest wink and you couldn’t help but laugh with her. “In that case I’m definitely going to need you to fill me in.” 

Before Emma could begin telling you all about her summer escapades she notices a tall figure making its way down the hallway. “I’ll tell you later.” She nods behind you but you bump into something hard on your way to turn around. 

“You okay, baby?” Jungkook holds you while you regain your balance. You look up at him with a goofy loved up smile that’s reserved only for him, “yeah”. After weeks of not seeing him, there stood your very devilishly handsome boyfriend grinning down at you. 

“Sorry.” He chuckles and reaches out to run his thumb over your forehead. He moves his hand down to your jaw and leans in close to your lips. “I missed you.” He mumbles before giving you a sweet kiss. “Missed you too”. Your face now dusted by a slight blush as you pulled away. 

Jungkook smiles at your reaction and leans in for a second kiss. Interrupted by an “ahem” that comes from behind, you are made very aware of your small audience. “Hey, Emma. How was your summer?” Jungkook casually asks as he slides his hand into yours. “Great, actually, but I missed hanging out with you guys.” 

Before you could continue your idle chatter, the morning bell rings. “Catch up during lunch?”, Emma suggests as you both start towards the direction of your class as Jungkook smiles and waves. 

“See you at lunch then!” He yells after you. “Yup!”

A few too many ice-breaker activities later, the lunch bell finally rang. 

“Why do teachers feel the need to introduce you to the same people you’ve been in class with for years? As if I don’t remember that Liz in the back row lost her tooth during snack time in first grade!” Emma continues whining as Jungkook joins you guys. 

“Bad day already?” She looked over at him with a pout and nodded slowly. Emma continues chattering on until you finally reach your car. 

“You drive.” You toss Jungkook your keys and he smiles knowingly at the fact that you still hate driving. It’s been a little over a year since you had gotten a license (you’d been driving longer than that but that’s none of the authorities’ business) and you still refused to drive more than necessary.

 Jungkook jogs up ahead of you and opens the passenger door and waits for you to get in before walking over to the driver’s seat. “Everyone buckled up?” He asks looking into the rearview mirror. 

“Why do you always look at me when you ask that?” Emma grumbles as she yanks the seatbelt on and Jungkook finally puts the car into drive with a knowing smile. “Hand”, Jungkook rests his elbow on the middle console with his hand’s palm facing up. You playfully roll your eyes and intertwine your fingers in his.

Jungkook drives to a nearby diner that people from your high school frequented. Walking across the parking lot you smile at a girl you recognize from one of your classes. 

“I heard she’s going to dump him soon,” Emma says as you notice the boy who’s standing by your classmate. “Apparently she wants a clean break sooner than later, so she can enjoy her senior year. Smart, considering how everyone ends up breaking up anywa-'' She cuts herself off before looking over at you two slowly with an ‘I fucked up face’. 

“Sorry. I didn’t mean you guys. Y/n and Jungkook forever~” She sings the last sentence in an attempt to lighten the mood before mumbling another apology.

 “Don’t worry about it. It’s not like you’re saying anything we don’t already know.” Jungkook chuckles. “I hope you know that you guys aren’t included in my statement. If anyone can make it work it’s going to be you two.” Emma assures and you can see that she really means it. 

“Thanks, but...um..we’re actually going to break up too.” You say in passing with an airy laugh as you reach the diner entrance and Jungkook opens the door for you and Emma.

The revelation left your best friend dumbfounded as she watched the couple’s display of affection a few feet ahead. 

“Do you want to split a milkshake? I don’t think I can finish it on my own.” Jungkook scrunches his face in an attempt of denial. “I’ll give you the cherry~” You swing your locked hands between you. Your cute act quickly wins him over and you tiptoe to kiss his cheek. 

How could you just drop that bomb so casually? Especially when she had watched her best friend’s relationship bloom from the very start. Meddled along with the rest of the class so that you and Jungkook had no other choice but to be lab partners in fourth period chem. Listened to you gush after your first date and first ‘I love yous’. 

Yeah, you definitely weren’t as okay as that breezy laugh let on, and you’re definitely not getting away from a very long conversation about your feelings later on.

“Hey, guys!” You greet the group of boys that sit together at a corner of the diner where a bunch of tables had been pushed together to accommodate the large group. 

“Y/n, JK,” Hobi greets happily before looking behind you guys, “and…oddly quiet Emma. What’s wrong?” He asks with a pout. “Nothing much just realized love is dead.”

Emma walks around the now confused Hobi and takes a seat next to Jin. You giggle at her dramatics as you and Jungkook follow to take the remaining seats beside her. “I’m still confused. Love is dead? Since when?” Hobi reclaims his seat next to Yoongi and waits for a response. “Since these two idiots decided to break up.” Emma nods in your direction before resuming her grumpy act.

You hear the tiniest ‘huh’ leave Hobi’s lips before turning around to the entire table’s eyes on you and your boyfriend. “It’s not really a big deal. We’ve got all year left before that happens. Right, babe?” You turn to Jungkook and he answers with a small stiff smile. Hoping the way your heart is clenching in your chest doesn’t show through. “Right.” The moment between you lingers along with the sense of dread. 

“So what are y’all getting today?,” Jungkook asks in an attempt to move past the awkwardness. The guys start going on about their favorite orders and quickly move on.

Lunch continues on with lively chatter about summer activities and senior plans until it’s time to head back to school. You arrive back on campus and make your way to the only class you two have in common.

You walk through the classroom door with him laughing at something silly he had whispered in your ear when you hear someone call his name. Jungkook looks between you and some of his other friends sitting at the back of the classroom. He smiles and waves back. 

“Alright, so where are we sitting?” He looks at you expecting an answer. “You can go with them Jungkook”, you chuckle, “I know you haven’t seen them all summer. I’ll sit with the girls.” You take your hand from his before pushing him in the direction of his friends. He looks back at you one more time. “Go make friends, Kookie.” You usher in a tone for children too shy to go off into the playground on their own. He rolls his eyes and finally walks off as you join your friends.

The class progresses in the same boring fashion as all of your earlier classes. The only difference now was the occasional peeks between you and Jungkook. You glance up at Jungkook while the teacher shares pictures of his summer trip. 

He catches your gaze and you watch as a small smile spreads on his lips. The moment only lingers for a few seconds before he decides to tease you like the little jerk you know he is. “Talk to your friends Y/nnie”, he mouths at you and uses the same gesture you used on him earlier. You roll your eyes as he winks at you. Finally turning back to pay attention for the last few remaining minutes of class until the bell rings.

The rest of classes and bells whizzed by until it was finally 4 o’clock and you were free to go home.

You made it out into the parking lot and leaned forward to put the key in the ignition. You flinched in your seat when you heard your passenger door open and someone sat beside you. 

“You made me drop my keys, jerk” You grumbled and punched his arm. Jungkook winces in mock pain as he looks over at you. “Ouch. Now you’ve got to kiss it better”. This time when he looks at you his eyes are filled with expectation and mischief.

 You only rolled your eyes, but he continued to insist. “I’m serious! That really did hurt. I think you forgot that you got buff from going to the gym with me.” He rubbed his arm again for added effect. “You’re such a baby”. You teased as you leaned in to kiss his cheek. “Your baby.” He hums as he turns to connect your lips to his. 

His hand moves to rest beneath your neck, deepening the kiss to the point that it was impossible to breathe. “I missed you so much, baby.” He mumbles against you. Dazed and breathless you sit there with your eyes closed, lovestruck grin on your face, “Missed you too.” He pecked your lips one more time before leaning back into his seat. “So my place or yours?”

Pushing the door open to your empty house, “Home sweet home”. Your parents still had a day before they came home from an overnight visit to your grandparents, leaving you and Jungkook to take full advantage of that.

 Currently, you were laid up on your boyfriend’s chest. The peaceful atmosphere you had settled into suddenly disrupted by you. “We should make a list”, You sat up and looked down at Jungkook with excited eyes. He furrowed his brows in confusion. “Of things we want to do together before” You sighed, not wanting to finish off your sentence. “Before we break up?” He finished for you.

 “There’s just so much I want to do with you before we leave”. The words softly left your lips. Jungkook tucked your hair behind your ear happily before walking over to grab a pen and paper from your desk. “Let’s get started then.”

He settles back on your bed while you mindlessly title the page. Jungkook moves to peer over your shoulder. “Y/n and JK’s pre-breakup bucket list.” You catch his subtle wince after he reads the title aloud. Your expression slowly drops into a sad smile but Jungkook is quick to kiss your dejection away. 

“So skinny dipping at a very crowded beach has to be at the very top”. You look over at him with his favorite ‘are you fucking kidding me’ face. He pulls you against him, nuzzling your neck. “Come on. Add it.” Placing playful kisses in the crook of your neck. You turn your head. “No thanks”.

You continued brainstorming until you ended up with a list far more simple than you would have expected and a very important clause at the bottom of the page. ‘The list is always subject to change if Y/n and Jungkook feel like it.’

The sound of your alarm stirs you from your sleep. You move to sit up but a pair of strong arms tighten around you. “It’s time to get up”, you sigh as you make no further attempt to escape your boyfriend’s warm embrace. Jungkook burrows his face in between your shoulders and hums in agreement. 

“Are you gonna let me go?” You giggle and finally try to pull his arms away from you. “Do you really want me to?” He teases and places a kiss on your shoulder. You hum in consideration. Lay in bed with your boyfriend to enjoy the morning together or get to school on time before your parents get the ‘your kid isn’t in class’ phone call. You hated that damn phone call. Jungkook seems to come to a conclusion before you as he rolls off the bed with a groan. 

You continue to lay despite no longer having the weight of your boyfriend confining you to bed. “I really don’t want to get up”, you whine. “Mnh mnh, you made me get up now it’s your turn”. His hand wraps around your ankle to drag you to the edge of the bed he stood by. For the second time this morning, you found yourself in Jungkook’s arms except this time you were being tossed over his shoulder and not waking in a gentle hold.

After being set down in the restroom with no other choice but to get ready, you start brushing your teeth. You lean over to spit the foam into the sink when Jungkook pokes his head in.

“Hey, where do you keep all the clothes you steal from me? I need some for today”. You roll your eyes at his accusatory choice of words before pointing him in the direction of your bottom dresser drawer. It’s not stealing when you had every intention of returning said borrowed clothes. He pulls on a t-shirt he found and you manage to steal a few shameless glances while getting ready yourself.

Just a few more days and you would have him all to yourself for the weekend.

[spicykoreantatertots]

Peach (Lobotomy) - Part One

Pairing: Hoseok x Female Reader

Word Count: 4.6k

Rating: G

Genres: SFW, Soulmate AU, College AU, F2L, Angst, Fluff

Summary:  In a world where there is no limit to the number of possible soulmate connections, you've become obsessed with figuring out what yours will be. While walking to class one day, you find a ring on the ground. A ring that will finally lead you to your soulmate.

Warnings: this is only part one! this is slightly angsty, but there is fluff. 

A/N: Proud to be part of the Luv Library Collab! This is the first part of my first soulmate fic. Part two will be coming before the end of the month. I may also do a NSFW one shot later this year. I’m excited to continue working on my soulmate series (one for each member). They are all based on songs by Waterparks, check out Peach (Lobotomy). Big shout out to @megahwn and @joonkookiemonster​ for beta reading, @namluve​ for this beautiful banner, and to @ho-baebae​ and @lovely-literati​ for always being supportive. Love y’all! 💜

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You've seen it happen a million times before. When someone meets their soulmate for the first time, it’s like watching magic happen. It's just a moment, a spark, and then that person's entire life changes.

There are countless types of soulmate connections out there. From color blindness and red threads to timers and birthmarks. Some people can write to their soulmate and the words will appear on their skin, no matter how far away they are. Some people can hear the thoughts of their soulmate or taste what they're tasting. It's exciting, waiting to meet that person who is everything you need. The person made just for you.

But it's terrifying for those who don't have an obvious connection to their soulmate. It's terrifying for people like you. You weren't born with a special mark, you weren't born with colorblindness or someone else's thoughts in your head. There's no obvious way for you to connect with and find your soulmate, and it often keeps you up at night worrying.

Being the optimistic person and hopeless romantic that you are, you've done your best to stay positive. You know that there is someone out there, there's someone for everyone. So you've spent the first 21 years of your life keeping your eyes wide open. Waiting for the sign, the connection.

When you were in high school, you were sure that your connection must be eye contact. You walked around constantly looking people in the eyes, probably looking like a psychopath

The summer before college, you spent the summer abroad in Spain. Part of you hoped you would meet some rugged Spaniard, but the other part of you knew that your Spanish was mediocre at best. 

Freshman year of college you had a persistent craving for pickles and you were sure that had something to do with finding your soulmate. But then you met Hoseok and he helped you figure out that you were just dehydrated and you needed electrolytes.

You actually met Hoseok in line at the dining hall. Your request for an entire bowl of pickles on the side disgusted him. He followed you to a table, confronting you about your strange eating habits.

“An entire bowl of pickles? That’s disgusting.” Hoseok joked. 

“Well I’ve been craving them non-stop. Hopefully this is my soulmate connection.” You replied as you sat at the last open table, trying to avoid touching the various sticky spots on the table. 

“You hope? As you don’t know what your soulmate connection is?” Hoseok questioned, mouth full of french fries. 

“No, not for sure. I don’t have a mark or anything.” And as if he could sense your dejectedness, he cheerily followed up by telling you that he doesn’t have an obvious connection either. Of course your mind immediately goes to the possibility that he is, in fact, your soulmate.

It doesn’t help that he is gorgeous. Dark hair, chiseled jaw, bright smile hidden behind soft lips. Lips that you really really want to kiss. 

Unfortunately Hoseok isn’t your soulmate. The two of you spent almost everyday together for the semester and no connection ever presented itself. Eventually the urge to kiss him dissipated (for the most part) and you gained a really great friend. Every time you feel miserably alone, he’s there to comfort you. He's been there for every missed connection, every failed attempt to find your soulmate.

There are still days that you wake up with The Feeling. The feeling that tells you it’s finally the day you’ll find your soulmate. And today just so happens to be one of those days. When you woke up, you didn't feel tired. You were able to get up and out of bed and ready for class in time to stop to get coffee for you and Hoseok. 

The Feeling leaves you on edge. You keep your phone in your pocket instead of scrolling through your daily rotation of socials. Making sure to keep a small smile on your lips, you try to make eye contact with as many people as you can.

Surely people think you are a crazy person, but you won't miss an opportunity to meet your soulmate for the first time. Unfortunately, none of the customers in the coffee shop or the Baristas are your soulmates. But that's okay! There is still plenty of time left in the day.

"Today's the day Hobi! I can feel it." Hoseok is leaning up against his car in the parking lot waiting for you as usual. The two of you have the same math class every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday morning. 

"Yeah I'm pretty sure you said that about last Wednesday too." Hoseok playfully nudges you as he accepts the coffee you've brought for him.

"Okay yes, but I feel REALLY good about today. Maybe I've just been missing him by a few minutes." 

"I wish you weren't so obsessed with this, Y/N." Hoseok pauses, adjusting the strap of his backpack. "You always end up disappointed and I hate seeing you upset."

"Wow thanks for believing in me." You turn away from him and continue down the sidewalk path, rapidly approaching the Mathematics Building.

"It's not that I don't believe in YOU, I just hate watching you obsess over this, can't you just enjoy life and let your soulmate come to you?"

"LET MY SOULMATE COME TO ME? Hoseok didn't you hear about the girl who WAITED for her soulmate to find her and ended up finding him in a COMA? I CAN'T RISK IT!"

"Y/N you can't assume the worst just becau..." And you don't hear the end of whatever Hoseok was going to say. Because in that moment you see something shiny on the ground a few feet in front of you.

You jog ahead of Hoseok, and you see a gold ring abandoned on the sidewalk. You bend to pick it up. Hoseok has now caught up with you. He's trying to get your attention, but all you can focus on in this moment is the ring. You have the same giddy feeling you always do. Butterflies flitting around in your stomach. It’s your soulmate's ring, you're sure of it. 

"What is it Y/N?" Hoseok leans over your shoulder to see the ring you're turning over in your fingers. It's a fairly simple gold ring. There is a simple design carved around it and an inscription inside it. Two initials. You can feel your heart swell, your pulse begins to race.

"It's my soulmate's ring Hobi. I knew today was going to be a good day." You can read the skepticism in his frown and knitted brow. He doesn’t refute you though, maybe he can sense the certainty you’re feeling.

“We’re gonna be late for class.” He huffs, continuing down the path at a pace you struggle to keep up with. 

~~~~~~~

The lecture on Inverse Trigonometric Functions does not hold your attention very long. All you can really do is turn the ring over in your fingers imagining the man that it belongs to. He’s probably got dark hair, tan skin, glasses. He probably looks so sexy in glasses.

“So I guess you’ll be borrowing my notes later then?” Hoseok whispers and motions toward your blank notebook. “Of course, you’ve got something more important to do than take notes, don’t you?” 

“Yeah I’ve got to track down my soulmate.” As soon as you finish the thought, reality begins to sink in. “Hobi?” You whisper back at him, shoulders slumping. “How am I going to find him?”

Hoseok sighs, settles himself back into the seat, and continues taking notes. Absentmindedly, you pick up your pen and begin doodling the initials “JW”. Your pen traces over the letters, darkening them with each stroke. 

“We’ll find him.” Hoseok places his hand over yours, stopping the obsessive movements of your pen. When he pulls his hand back you look up at him. He’s looking forward, jaw clenched. And you know that just like every other time, with every other potential soulmate, he’s determined to help you. 

~~~~~~~

Hoseok asked you to sleep on it, give yourself some time to process before beginning the process of finding the owner of the ring. 

It was a nice idea, sleeping on it. But in practice it proved to be very difficult. After tossing and turning for half an hour you began mentally designing a Found: Gold Ring flyer in your head and planned where to put them up around campus.

Now your mind has wandered elsewhere. You find yourself browsing social media, looking at the University’s page. Scrolling through the followers and stopping at every J and W you find. 

You: I'm never going to find him. [4:12am]

You: Do you know how many JWs there are in this city? [4:12am]

You: And what if he's not even on social media? [4:16am]

Hoseok: Everyone is on social media. [4:18am]

You: Oh no did I wake you? [4:18am]

Hoseok: Yes. Please tell me you have not been awake all night. [4:18am]

You: I have not been awake all night. [4:19am]

You: 😬 [4:19am]

Hoseok: I have an idea. [4:20am]

You: 👀 [4:20am]

Hoseok: I have a friend who works as a student assistant in the registrar's office, maybe he can help us. Let's meet at 8 instead of 8:45 [4:23am]

You: okay 🥺 [4:24am]

~~~~~~~

"What do you mean "no," Namjoon?" Hoseok is standing at the front of Namjoon's desk.

"Hoseok I am not breaking FERPA for any reason." The blonde boy leans back in his chair, crossing his arms. Government policy prevents him from sharing student’s personal information, but this is bigger than the government. It’s fate, the Universe, call it what you want, but it’s more important than FERPA. 

"Namjoon, I need to find my soulmate, I have to track him down!" You're about to start crying, peering around Hoseok. You had only seen Namjoon once before at a party, he was drunkenly debating the finer details of Platonism with a girl who was clearly only interested in taking him upstairs.

“If I were to give you a list of all the names and phone numbers of students that go to this University, I could be fined thousands of dollars!” He uncrosses his arms and hits his hand on the desk to emphasize his point. 

That’s when you notice the timer on his wrist. Counting down to the moment he meets his soulmate. 

“Namjoon, look at the timer on your wrist. You know exactly when you are going to meet your soulmate. But I have nothing.” He looks down at his wrist, the timer silently ticks closer to zero. “I have no timer, no mark, no connection except maybe this stupid ring.”

You tug at the ring you placed on a chain around your neck for safe keeping. It shines under the fluorescent lighting. Namjoon looks at the ring then back at your face. You’re sure it’s blotchy and red, but you hope that he understands how important this is. 

“Can you help us Joon?” Hoseok asks, pulling a small flash drive from his coat pocket. The only response is a deep sigh, but Namjoon grabs the flash drive and quickly downloads the data. 

“If anyone finds out about this, I’m going to say you hacked into my computer.” Namjoon says, stopping short of handing the drive back to Hoseok.

“I owe you one.” Hoseok winks before he grabs the drive out of Namjoon’s hand.

Hoseok heads out into the hallway and you follow closely behind him, turning back to mouth a ‘thank you’ at Namjoon who responds with a curt nod. 

~~~~~~~

After a trip to the library and $25 worth of printing, the two of you are holed up in your apartment.  Take-out, two bottles of wine, and 250 pages of student names and phone numbers are set out on the coffee table, an R&B album playing on the stereo. Hoseok watches as you flip through the large stack of pages on the coffee table.

“Wait why did you print every name?” Hoseok wonders while he picks at the remains of the food in his container.

“You said it would be easier to have a hard copy.” You huff, dropping the pages on the floor in front of you. Hoseok can feel the frustration radiating off of you. 

“Yes, but maybe we should have sorted out the Js and Ws before printing...” He sets down his food and motions for you to hand him the pile. 

Hoseok begins thumbing through the pages, wondering to himself how long it will take to narrow down the pool of potential soulmates. He locates the Ws and sets the rest of the pages aside. 

“Here, let’s just start here and see what we can find.” He says, splitting the smaller stack in two and handing you half. Hoseok begins reading through each name on the page, pausing only to highlight a name or take a drink from his wine glass. 

After about half an hour, Hoseok has highlighted two dozen names on his portion of the list. You're huddled over the pages, flicking the corners of it absent-midnedly. He can tell that you’ve lost steam, possibly from the two very full glasses of wine you’ve had tonight. 

“Are you almost finished?” Hoseok sets his pages down on the floor next to him and leans his head back against the couch behind him. 

“Oh yeah I finished, I just wanted to go back through to be sure.” You lean back from your hunched over position and lay flat against the floor. 

“I’ve got about two dozen names, how many did you get?” Hoseok yawns and rubs his eyes.

“I found thirty.” You manage through a yawn of your own. It’s barely 9:00pm, but the mundane task of finding matching initials mixed with bellies full of take out and wine makes for a couple of very sleepy friends. 

There’s got to be something he can do to reenergize the two of you. He knows you’re excited to find your soulmate. But after being by your side through so many failed attempts in the past few years, he can tell you’re starting to feel discouraged. 

“Get up.” Hoseok says, an idea brewing in his mind. You look up at him, eyes narrowed. “Come on.” Hoseok gets up and moves to put himself toe to toe with you. He reaches into his pocket for his phone and scrolls through his playlist. 

An upbeat song begins playing through the speakers and Hoseok extends his hands out to you. He can tell you’re fighting a grin and that makes his own smile double in size. You finally give in and grab hold of his hands. Hoseok quickly pulls you up off the ground and twirls you around before letting go. 

“I’m not doing this Hobi.” You stand still, covering your face with your hands while the beat of the song fills up your small apartment. Hoseok’s body is moving to the music. He’s always been a dancer, effortlessly contorting his body, hitting each beat perfectly in time. 

Hoseok knows you aren’t a good dancer, but he loves seeing you try. Loves watching you be silly. So he reaches for your hand once again and pulls you toward him. He uses his hands to guide you, gently shaking you to loosen up your joints. Your awkward movements make him laugh, but he’s happy to see you smiling again. Swaying along to the music with you, Hoseok feels good. The stress of the day melting away. 

He twirls you away from his body as the song is ending, but instead of letting go he tugs on your arm, silently asking you to twirl back into his arms. You’re giggling when you fall back into his arms. His face is only inches away from yours and for the first time in a long time he finds himself wanting to close the distance. 

When the two of you first met, he felt a pull to you. At first he had hoped that you were his soulmate. You were beautiful, funny, silly, and just what he had been looking for. There was no magic moment between you though. No signal that your connection to him was meant to be something more than friendship. 

Before he can think too much about how your lips still look so soft, you pull away from him. Hoseok pauses to catch his breath, shaking his head to clear out the thoughts. 

“Okay I do feel better.” You announce, moving to the kitchen to pop the second bottle of wine. Hoseok sits down on the couch, picking up his laptop. He logs onto Facebook, trying to occupy his mind by searching for the first guy on with the initials J W. “Alright, this is it.”

“What is it exactly?” Hoseok replies, distracted by a video of goats screaming to the tune of Taylor Swift’s latest single. 

“We’re about to find my soulmate Hobi!” Your beaming smile is almost enough to quell the unsettled feeling growing in his gut. 

“Right, right. Here goes nothing.” Hoseok types the name of the first guy on his list and begins scrolling through his available pictures. He is scrutinizing the stranger, his clothes, the way he poses for the pictures. Soulmate or not, is this guy really good enough for you?

“What should the game plan be?” You say, almost startling Hoseok. “Should we just do a quick round looking for the ring in the pictures?” 

“Yes let’s do that, and then we can go back through if we don’t find the ring on anyone.” Hoseok nods moving to the next name on his list, silently hoping that he isn’t the one either. 

~~~~~~~

It was very easy for you to get distracted looking at these potential soulmates. Of course, based on their social media profiles it was also pretty easy to rule some people out. Several of the men had their soulmate’s in the profile pictures. Some had visible soulmate marks or timers in their photos. But there were still a large number of men who could be the one. And you took your time sizing each one up. 

Jason Williams is clearly athletic, plays for the university soccer team, and recently ran a marathon. It’s good for him, but you hope he won’t mind you sitting on the sidelines of the next marathon rather than participating. 

Jaylen Williams has no photos available for viewing, but it only takes three seconds on his profile to realize that his views on feminism leave much to be desired. 

Jesse Williams is a nerd, to put it lightly. His profile picture is a loveable picture of him dressed as Spiderman at last year’s comic con. Many of his posts are related to the Marvel Universe and you can tell that he takes it very seriously. According to his profile, he is studying physics. 

Joshua Wilson seems nice. He’s playing guitar in his profile picture. His beanie and flannel shirt make you wonder if he considers himself a hipster. His latest post is about the inadequate coffee served at the local cafe and how he should just do it at home. Maybe he makes a good cup of coffee, you could get into that. 

James Wilt is handsome. He’s hair smoothed perfectly back, facial hair trimmed neatly. Just as you’re about to scroll down to look at his posts, Hoseok interrupts you.

“Y/N?” He says quietly. “I think I’ve got him.” Your heart jumps into your throat. Setting the laptop down on the coffee table, you scoot over to look at Hoseok’s screen.

Jackson Wang. He’s gorgeous. And he’s clearly wearing the ring. 

“Hobi...” You don’t really know what to say, but he seems to understand. He puts his arm around you and slides his laptop from his lap to yours. You begin scrolling through and seeing pictures of him surrounded by friends, they look like fraternity brothers. It’s not quite what you were expecting out of a soulmate, but as you continue looking through his profile you learn that you are actually quite compatible. 

He has a similar taste in music, loves his family, he’s on the university fencing team, and he might love cheese even more than you do. 

“I... I don’t want to be the one to say it, but all we know for sure is that it’s his ring.” Hoseok says sheepishly. You want to roll your eyes, but he’s right. Just because you had a feeling about it doesn't guarantee that Jackson is your soulmate.

“There’s only one way to find out.” You say handing Hoseok’s laptop back to him. 

“Right.” Hoseok nods before tilting his head. “Wait what?” 

“I’ll send him a friend request and I’m going to message him. I’ll have to meet him in person.” You say as you begin typing out a message on your computer. 

“You are NOT going to meet him in person Y/N. He’s a total stranger!”

“Hoseok he could be my soulmate!” You pleaded. There’s a long silence stretching between you. Hoseok is thinking, scanning your face. He’s spent the day helping you track him down and now suddenly he’s so concerned about you meeting him?

“I’ll go with you.” He mutters followed by a sigh of defeat. He sinks back into the couch as you finish typing out your message to Jackson and attach an image of the ring.

You: Hey, are you missing your ring? I found one that looks like it outside the Mathematics building. [9:13pm]

“And now we wait.” You sigh as you hit the send button. The tension between you and Hoseok is still palpable, but you reach for the remote to turn on the television. Luckily for you, Hoseok’s favorite movie is playing on one of the channels and it doesn’t take long for the tension to relax into a comfortable silence.

~~~~~~~

Hoseok wakes to a ping on your phone. The two of you had fallen asleep on the couch during the movie. The TV screen is now dark, credits slowly rolling through. Your phone is shining brightly from it’s spot on the coffee table. 

Against his better judgement, Hoseok reaches for your phone.

Facebook: Jackson Wang has accepted your friend request. [11:46pm]

Facebook Messenger: Yeah wow! I’ve been missing it! [11:48pm]

Hoseok sets your phone back down and looks over at you. You’re fast asleep, head resting on the arm of the couch. It’s getting late.

“Y/N.” He whispers, nudging your foot with his own. You don’t stir, so he decides to get up and carry you to your bed. He carefully pulls back the throw blanket that covers you and hooks his arms under your body. The walk to your bed is short, but he trips over a pair of your shoes, almost dropping you. How are you still asleep?

When he reaches your bed, he sets you down gently and pulls your quilt over your shoulders. He gazes down at you. Once again feeling the pull to your lips. He leans down, brushes a few stray hairs off of your forehead and lightly brushes his lips against the skin of your forehead.

A warm sensation, tingling in his lips, a shiver down his spine. Hoseok pulls away, wide eyes staring down at you. But you don’t wake up. Though he would swear that he saw a smile pulling at your lips as he slowly backed out of the room.

~~~~~~~

As you slept you dreamed about meeting your soulmate. The warm feeling radiated throughout your body, all was right in the world. And when you wake you are happy to see a response from Jackson.

Jackson: Yeah wow! I’ve been missing it! [11:48pm]

You: Okay, wanna grab coffee and I can give it to you then? [9:23am]

Jackson: Haha, sounds great. Maybe tomorrow around 10? [9:56am]

You: That’s perfect, you know The Bean just north of campus? [9:59am]

Jackson: Yes I love that place. [10:01am]

You: Okay great! [10:01am]

You: Kind of a random question... [10:17am]

Jackson: Shoot [10:23am]

You: Do you know what your soulmate connection is? [10:24am]

You: I’m only asking because I don’t know mine. [10:27am]

You: And I thought maybe... [10:27am]

Jackson: Do you think you finding my ring could be... our connection? [10:30am]

You: I had a really good feeling about it when I found it. [10:31am]

Jackson: I don’t know mine, so maybe this is it... [10:34am]

You: I guess we’ll find out tomorrow, right? [10:35am]

Jackson: It’s a date. [10:39am]

~~~~~~~

The Bean is bustling today. Lots of people in and out, dozens of students working on projects and papers, so Hoseok has to sit a few tables away from you. The smell of the freshly ground beans 

“I won’t be able to hear you that well.” He shouts across the cafe. 

You’re too nervous to respond with something other than a shrug of your shoulders. Fiddling with the hem of your dress, you watch the door carefully waiting for him to walk in. The latte in front of you is still steaming, too hot to drink. 

The bell above the door chimes, ringing out over the chatter that fills the coffee shop. And there he is. Jackson Wang. Walking toward you with a self-assured smile. 

“Hi.” You mumbled, standing from your seat to greet him. He’s glowing in front of you, he’s all you can see. Jackson opens his arms you fit perfectly in them. You can feel butterflies in your stomach. It’s not as strong as you expected the soulmate bond to be, but it’s there. 

“I guess this is yours.” You tug lightly on the ring you’ve been wearing around your neck. 

“Well maybe you should wear it for a little longer.” Jackson replies, motioning for you to have a seat. “If we’re soulmates, that is?”

“Did you feel it too?” You ask shyly, tucking your hair back behind your ear. Jackson nods and reaches out to grab your hand across the table. The Feeling is here, just like it was when you picked up the ring, and you never want it to go away.

~~~~~~~

Hoseok watches the two of you chat for over an hour. He sees the exaggerated reactions you give to whatever story Jackson’s telling you. Just by the way your face is lighting up, he can tell you’re already falling hard.

Thinking back to the night before, Hoseok questions what happened. Was it just the wine going to his head? The two of you had been friends for so long now that he assumed it couldn’t be possible that the two of you were soulmates. Surely any hidden connection you had would have been realized by now. Maybe he’s just feeling jealous that you’re finally meeting your soulmate and he’s still alone.

But that kiss was unlike anything he had ever felt before.

Deep in his thoughts, Hoseok doesn’t notice when you and Jackson stand from the table and walk over to his.

“Hobi, this is Jackson.” Hoseok jerks his head upward, met with a confident smile from Jackson. Hoseok quickly stands and extends his hand. 

“I’m Hoseok, nice to meet you.” Jackson firmly shakes his hand. The two hold eye contact for just a little too long.

“She’s already told me so much about you. Thanks for helping her track me down.” Jackson chuckles. Hoseok looks over at you and notices that you are holding his other hand. 

“Thanks for helping me find my soulmate.” You chirp happily. Hoseok narrows his eyes, looking back and forth between you and Jackson. 

“Soulmates? Are you sure?” Hoseok questions you.

“Hoseok!” Your exclamation is accompanied by a slap on the arm. “Of course I’m sure!” You give a quick and embarrassed apology to Jackson.

The way you’re already clinging to Jackson makes Hoseok’s stomach twist. The look in your eye when you stare up at his face makes Hoseok want to shut his eyes. He can tell you’re smitten, but he’s got a bad feeling. Despite your obvious certainty that this is your soulmate, Hoseok can tell that something is just not right.

~~~~~~~

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[solastia]

Day 19

Break My Stride, Yoongi x Jungkook, ABO, 4/4 Chapters, 14k words

YOU KNOW MY DRAMATIC ASS SAVED THIS FOR A FRIDAY! If y'all thought my screeching was annoying before, be prepared for about 10x more screeching and indecipherable noises. As the very wise Deadpool once said, “MAXIMUM EFFORT!”

First off, congratulations because this was your first fic to reach 10k hits (and it’s now at 34K hits, whaaaa??!! A few hundred of those may possibly be from me...possibly...probably...most definitely! lmao)

You know my fave ship is Yoonmin (I don’t take shipping irl seriously, don’t come for me plz) but I absolutely LOVE the dynamics between Kookie and Yoongi in this fic. Your writing, the plot, the dialogue, the whole thing is just top tier deliciousness every step of the way. It is scrumptious, mouth watering, exquisite, uuugh *chef’s kiss* bellissimo!

Ok, LOTS OF SPOILERS BECAUSE THIS FIC IS MY EMOTIONAL SUPPORT FICTIONAL STORY AND Y’ALL CAN’T STOP ME, MUAHAHAHA!

In the beginning of the story, you create a sense of home for the audience. We feel like we know these characters, we get a sense that they’ve been a group of friends for a very long time, and they each hold a special part of each other’s lives, and it’s freaking beautiful.

“Yoongi shook his head and started picking the olives off his slice of pizza. When he turns to his right to give the olives away, he realizes why he’d felt something was wrong.”

You see! He hadn’t even realized that Kookie was missing, but he felt like something was off.

Oh! And I wanted to ask you about the idea for a mating run! I’ve never read anything like this before, it was an interesting concept to think about. And this would be Yoongi’s 8th run! Oh babey, he was just waiting for the right mate…

“He wasn’t sure what it was, but the image of Jungkook finding someone during the run made him feel…itchy.”

Our boi is already jealous at just the idea of Kookie finding a mate (other than him ofc, but he doesn’t know that yet, bwahahahaha!!)

“Good idea, you’re going to need all the rest you can get,” Seokjin says with an ominous smirk.”

I SHOULD GIVE YOU THE SAME WARNING SEOKJINNIE!!!

“There were even booth setups for merchandise and food.”

OMG, I could see Hobi or Jin buying some cheesy “I survived the 20__ Run and All I Got Was This Shirt”. Or maybe a beer cozy!

“No, he said that would be pointless because his mate’s a cheating cheater that plays dirty. He said the chances of them covering their scent were high. He’s making sure his den is ready,” Seokjin scoffed.

Yoongi accepted the drink Jimin handed him and chuckled. “Sounds like I might actually like them.”

“You have no idea,” Jin said with a snort”

Yoongi, are you so jaded, so blind by your general saltiness that you are not understanding the very obvious clues being thrown your way?!?!?! Kookie, where are you? Put this man in his place please!!

And then when he was told that Kook bought that house he’d had his eyes on for years, uughhh, I was hurting for our Yoonie!

“Yoongi suddenly felt like crying, but he settled for collapsing onto the bench and clenching his fist.”

AAAHHH! But wait a little while Yoongi, I promise all this hurt will be over soon!

“Suddenly, Namjoon growled menacingly, startling everyone. Hoseok looked over to the spot where Namjoon was steadily staring, curiosity in his gaze before it too hardened and he started glaring with bared teeth. A random city Alpha that had been approaching them instantly halted, hands out in surrender.”

HOW COULD I FORGET THIS SUB-PLOT!!! Jin was over there laughing at how oblivious Yoongi was, and he isn’t any better, is he?!? Imagine having Joon and Hobi scaring the competition away like that??!! I would take them home immediately!

“There’s a huge plush rug and plenty of blankets, big fluffy pillows, a little stash of food and entertainment. I even put scent blockers around so no one would smell anything coming from inside,” Yoongi preened as he thought of his perfect hideaway.

Yoongi would def be one to make his little den as comfortable as possible! But I just thought of something. In your earlier description of Yoongi’s apartment, he said it was a bit stark and lacked any real decor. BUT he went out of his way to make this den as comfortable as possible. He bought a string of fairy lights, and he had to go to the big city to get them! It’s almost like it was fate, or maybe deep down he knew that something was going to happen, and he was inadvertently nesting! (please insert “I’ve connected the dots” meme here)

“He was sure there were plenty of Alphas running around with those piercings and Kook’s ginormous honker of a nose.”

:|

Was it really Kook? Or is our boy so in love that he sees Kookie wherever he goes? Lmao!

“Yoongi was about to show this guy that he wasn’t someone to be messed with and he wouldn’t be dragged off to be someone’s good little Omega bitch. He reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out the taser he’d packed just in case.”

OMG, Yoongi is not messing around, absolutely zero chill!

“It seemed presenting had changed him physically as well, shooting him up a couple inches so he towered over Yoongi even more than usual. His arms and legs were rippling with muscle that even the black tracksuit he was wearing couldn’t hide. His face was still the same though; the innocent grin an interesting contrast with the buff build.”

SIR!! My heart cannot take this punishment! And OFC he’s a Prime Alpha, Kookie doesn’t know how to half-ass anything!

“And just like he had a million times before, Yoongi gave in like the soft ass bitch he was.”

He really is soft for all of them!!! Yoongi will let them do whatever they want with him, he’ll complain the entire way but we all know he secretly loves it!

“Yoongi dared a quick look behind him, audibly gulping at the sight of the Alpha staring at his ass like he was a starving man at an all you can eat buffet. Jungkook was grinding his jaw and had his nails dug into the dirt like he was trying to control himself.”

I mean, we’ve all seen the Yoonbooty. It does look very biteable. Relatable AF Kook!

“Jungkook continued poking around in things; picking up a candle to sniff, trying to sneak a peek into the duffle bag, ruffling around in the bag of snacks - all while stealing glances at the bed in the middle of the room. “

WAY TO NOT BE OBVIOUS KOOK!!!

“What are you doing, Kook? You’re wasting time here when you should be out there chasing down your mate. They are probably wondering where you are.”

“They know where I am.”

“You told them you were going to hang out with me and they were fine with it?”

“Hyung, you’re usually so smart. Think about it.”

Every time I read this, I die a little bit inside (in a good way, I promise). Yoongi’s whole world is about to be turned upside down, and he has no idea!!!

“The house…”

Jungkook’s eyes softened, smiling fondly at him. “I bought it for you, hyung. Whether you choose me today or not, it’s yours.”

I cry.

What a courting gift!!! Kook doesn’t understand subtlety, does he??!! And how selfless is this? This is a no-strings attached gift, given to Yoongi out of love.

I cry.

“I love the way we are now, equals with a little bit of babying me on the side,” Jungkook grins when Yoongi snorts, shaking his head fondly at the other.”

I would like to see that please.

AND THEN THIS LINE:

“Omega,” Jungkook says softly, so rife with emotion that Yoongi can hear everything he’s trying to say in just that one word. “May I enter your nest?”

This is it, this is as far as I go fam. I have been destroyed with six whole words. How can such a simple statement hold so much emotion, so much hopeful pleading?

And then the whole interaction on the bed! Yoongi asking if he wants to play cards (bwahahaha, sure Jan), Kookie being prepared to wipe away all the descenting salve, Kook getting scent high, YOONGI’S GRANDPA RUN, those first initial uses of pet names, everything was so intimate and playful. It was beautiful!

“I bet I could easily pick you up and fuck you against a wall sometime if you wanted. Maybe even have you straddle my shoulders and I could suck you off that way,” Jungkook muses so matter of factly despite the subject matter, and Yoongi can feel himself get wetter by the second.”

Aaaaaaand there’s the emotional whiplash I’ve come to love from you!

“Whatever you want. You’re in charge.”

Kookie being selfless again! I cannot! It’s about these little things that are done between partners that really matter. Kook is a newly presented virgin Prime Alpha in the midst of a claiming, and his first priority is still making sure Yoongi feels good. He’s giving him all the power here.

“Good,” Yoongi yawns loudly and throws a couple of blankets over them, tangling their legs together. “Later we can try the thing with the nipples.”

Again, I would like to see that please.

“Suddenly, Yoongi’s eyes shoot open and he gasps.

“Oh shit! Your brother is going to kill me!”

Jungkook merely laughs”

😂😂😂

“I’ll give you some meat,” Yoongi grumbles playfully as he climbs off the bed, stretching his aching limbs.

“I mean, I’m down for anything,” Jungkook giggles.”

Not to sound like a broken record, but...I WOULD LIKE TO SEE THAT PLEASE

“Jungkook walked straight towards the first woman he saw with a clipboard, blindsiding the stunned woman with one of his lethal smiles while he wrapped an arm around Yoongi’s waist to pull him close.

“Hi! We both need mating packets.”

Yoongi rolled his eyes because he could tell that Jungkook was practically bragging instead of just asking like a normal person.”

He’s practically bragging about Yoongi being his mate! I have a feeling Kookie is going to be unbearable to be around in the upcoming weeks.

And then we get a teeny tiny peek at the Nam-Jin-Hobi subplot and ooomg I hope you’re able to explore this particular pairing in the future. There is so much potential there for steamy/fluffy scenes!

“I just mean, like, soulmates. You know? Maybe we were supposed to meet to help each other find our mates. Or maybe we are all soulmates in various forms.”

DON’T! DON’T HURT ME THIS WAY, I CANNOT AND WILL NOT SURVIVE!

AAAAH this fic was wonderful! It feels complete the way you ended it, but I am definitely still craving more! Good job, dayumm!

It still amazes me how many people have read this one lol. But yeah, this is one of my favorites too. I do have other side stories that I’m working on for this one, including one from Jk’s birthday and another for Namjinseok.

I just really really love writing people that are so unapologetically whipped. Like, it’s such a major thing for me because in real life there are a ridiculous amount of people that are embarrassed to show how much they care about their SO, and like, why? Why are you even with them if you’re so embarrassed to show them any affection? Show the world that you are proud they choose to be with you, show your person that they are precious. I’m not even saying buy them shit all the time (because for some reason het males seem to think that’s what everyone means). I mean hold their damn hand, write them a note, tell them they are pretty. There’s a reason that a person who technically still identifies as gay man is in a steady relationship with me, a pan woman. And it’s because I fucking treat him like he’s the reason my heart beats and I’m not ashamed to show the world. Ok, I’m ranting now lol. I’ll stop. But you get the picture.

[silverlightqueen]

Ruin My Life - Part 1.5 (Jimin’s POV) 

Part 1

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fratboy!Jimin - smut, fluff, slight angst ig 

Summary - Part 1 but from Jimin’s point of view

Word Count - 8k

Warnings - explicit sex, dirty talk, daddy kink, spanking, multiple orgasms, oral sex (male and female receiving), dom!Jimin

a/n: THIS IS STILL UNEDITED SO FORGIVE ANY MISTAKES! I know y’all are still waiting on part 8 and it’s coming soon dw, but I really wanted to explore my writing abilities and thought it’d be fun to rewrite part 1 but from Jimin’s point of view, if y’all enjoy, I might consider doing the other parts from his point of view too but i’ll see. hope y’all enjoy this part, lmk what you think and hmu if you wanna be on the taglist x

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taglist💕: @keylowmonie​ @jennafromhome @btrombley13 @springday51818

‘Is that y/n?’ Taehyung says, interrupting the conversation currently going on between our friendship group. ‘Where?’ Namjoon asks, all of us looking around the relatively quiet library (it’d be silent if we weren’t in here as the librarian hasn’t failed to remind us several times). ‘Right there,’ Tae says, pointing to a table clearly in our eyeline. ‘That’s not y/n,’ Yoongi scoffs, just as the girl in question turns in her seat, stretching her back, and we get a clear view of her face; it’s definitely y/n. I try not to let my face change and don’t react in the slightest at seeing her for the first time in a while. ‘Damn, it is y/n,’ Hoseok says, surprise evident in his voice. ‘When did she get so… hot?’ Tae asks, and I roll my eyes. ‘She’s always been hot,’ Namjoon scoffs, voicing my thoughts, and Taehyung shakes his head. ‘Not like this, though. She looks like a fucking IG model,’ Taehyung says, and Jin laughs. ‘So exactly your type then?’ he says, and Tae smirks. ‘Her roommate’s more my type. You know that Mija? I ain’t never seen no one like her,’ Tae says, and Jungkook shakes his head. ‘Hyung, you say that about a different girl every week. Then you sleep with her, and suddenly she’s not attractive anymore,’ Jungkook says, calling him out, and we all burst out laughing. ‘That’s not true!’ Taehyung exclaims indignantly, and I raise an eyebrow at him. ‘Yes, it is, Tae. Everyone knows it,’ I say, and he shakes his head. ‘Nuh-uh, only you guys think about me like that. I bet no one else does,’ he says, and then I catch him eyeing y/n. I practically see the idea form in his mind when Jin says the words, ‘Prove it.’

‘I bet y/n doesn’t think of me like that,’ he says, and Namjoon laughs. ‘Clearly you don’t know her,’ he says, and Tae scowls. ‘And you do?’ he asks, and Namjoon nods. ‘Well, how about I go ask her for her number and we’ll see what she thinks of me then?’ he says, and I feel jealousy strike through me. ‘She would never give you her number. She actually has a functioning brain cell, you know?’ Namjoon says, and Tae rolls his eyes. ‘Just because you wouldn’t be able to get her number. None of you would,’ he says, all of the boys beginning to make noises of disagreement. ‘You wanna bet?’ Namjoon asks with a competitive glint in his eye. ‘Yeah. I do,’ Tae replies seriously. ‘Let’s do it, then. You go first,’ Namjoon says, and Tae practically jumps out of his seat, sauntering over to where y/n sits.

I watch with interest as she looks up at him and he says something. She visibly sighs, coaxing a laugh from us, before replying, Taehyung flinching at her words. He says something else with a grin, and she puts her book down, leaning back in her seat with an exasperated look on her face. He says something else, and she rolls her eyes, and I almost leap in triumph at how obvious it is that she doesn’t want to speak to him. She replies, and he asks her a question, her lips curling up into a grin, making me feel sick. They go back and forth, Tae flirting, laying it on thick, and y/n looking quite amused, constantly rolling her eyes and shaking her head at his words. And then her voice raises very slightly, and we hear what she says to him; ‘To save myself from any more of the bullshit that has been nonstop exiting your mouth for the past minute, I’m going to ask you to leave now.’

We all clap our hands over our mouths, choking on our laughter as Tae says one last thing to her, strutting back with a grin. He doesn’t let the rejection get to him, though I can tell his pride is hurt, and Hobi hyung goes next. She sends him back after half a minute with a roll of her eyes, and Jungkook tries afterwards. He ends up making her laugh and he jokes with her, and my jaw clenches unconsciously when I see her write something onto a slip of paper and hand it to him. He grins over at us, the other boys making a complete ruckus, Jungkook leaving y/n laughing to herself. Jin hyung goes next and she sends him back to with a pat on the arm and a kind smile. Namjoon hyung goes over a couple minutes later and she smiles widely at him when she looks up. After a bit of conversation, she leans towards him and puts a hand to his chest, whispering something with a sultry grin. The other boys start shouting and screeching whilst I try to calm my rocketing pulse and unclench my hands from fists. He brushes a piece of hair behind her ear and leaves, both of them smiling at each other. Yoongi hyung goes next, and they banter for a while before she gives him her number too. I’m practically seething at this point, knowing I have no right to, but if I’m jealous, I’m jealous; what can I do about that? The librarian comes over and rants at us again, and then it’s my turn. I feel nervous like I never have before as I approach her, my heart beating double time. I slide onto the table beside her and pull out one of her headphones, my entire body tensing with anticipation as she looks up at me. I’m not disappointed because Tae was right; she was always hot, but not like this. Not in the way that literally has blood rushing to places it probably shouldn’t be rushing to in the middle of the library.

‘Hey, princess. Long time no see,’ I say, so relieved I don’t stutter or have a voice crack whilst I speak. ‘Hey, Jimin,’ she replies, our eyes locked together. ‘That’s not what you used to call me,’ I say without thinking, mentally chiding myself for being a dick. ‘It’s what I used to call you when we were around other people,’ she fires back, and I grin at the confrontational glint in her eyes. ‘How have you been, princess? I’ve missed you,’ I say honestly, wondering what her reaction to it will be. She rolls her eyes before raising an eyebrow, replying with, ‘I really doubt that, Jimin. Did you even have enough time in your… busy schedule to miss me?’ ‘Now, babe, don’t get jealous. You know that when I was with you, I was with only you, no one else. So, don’t act like the scorned woman,’ I tease, running a hand through my hair, knowing the effect it used to have on her, and celebrating when I see her swallow, rolling her eyes again. ‘What a privilege,’ she says, sarcasm dripping from her words, and I shake my head. ‘Look how you treat me. After everything we went through together,’ I say, and she raises an eyebrow. ‘The only thing we went through together was a jumbo pack of condoms,’ she replies, the joke catching me off-guard, and I burst out laughing, getting a dirty look from the librarian. ‘I forgot how funny you are, babe,’ I say, and I revel in the way she fights the smile off her face.

‘Listen, don’t be mad at me for moving on. As much as I hate to bring it up, you’re the one that ended things with me, though only God knows why. We were good together, right?’ I say, and my heart jumps when she nods. ‘So why did you end it?’ I ask the question I’ve wanted to know the answer to for two years, and she sighs. ‘Do you really wanna know, Chim?’ she asks softly, the nickname making me melt, and I nod. ‘Because I started to catch feelings for you,’ she admits, desperate not to show the way my heart and mind are reacting to her words. ‘And?’ I ask after a few moments, wanting to kick myself for sounding like such a douche. ‘Two reasons. One, I’d just gotten out of a relationship, and wasn’t looking to get into another one. Two, you weren’t, and still aren’t, the type of guy to even want a relationship, so there was no point continuing what we had, because I would’ve fallen for you more and more, and it wouldn’t have gone anywhere,’ she says, and I feel my heart hurt at hearing what she thinks of me. ‘Because you know me so well?’ I ask with a raised eyebrow, and she nods, a coy smile on her face. ‘I knew you better than you thought I did,’ she claims, and I nod, trying not to scream at myself for missing that opportunity two years ago.

‘Well, what do you say we give us a go again, y/n?’ I ask, because I can’t let this chance pass me by, and she coughs violently. Not a good sign. ‘What, like… do what we used to do?’ she says, visibly shocked at my suggestion, and I nod, smiling at how flustered she is, running a hand through my hair to try to calm myself. ‘Obviously. Not a relationship, you said it yourself, you know I’m not that guy. Unless you’re gonna go catching feelings again,’ I tease, and she scoffs at me. ‘Don’t flatter yourself. I’ve matured. Just as much as you’ve become more of a douche,’ she jokes, and I clutch at my chest. ‘Ouch, princess, you really know how to hurt me, huh?’ I reply, and she sticks her tongue out adorably. ‘Thanks for trying to pimp yourself out to me, Jimin, but no, thank you. I’ve passed that stage in my life,’ she says in a false snooty voice, and I pull a face at her. ‘Come on, princess, for old times’ sake. Just one more time. Then I’ll leave you alone,’ I say, slightly embarrassed at how desperate I must seem, and she shakes her head. ‘Can’t you go ask some naïve freshman who doesn’t know you well and will think she’s ‘oh-so special’?’ she says, and I burst out laughing at the bit of spite in her tone. ‘Princess, you were the naïve freshman at one point, remember?’ I joke. ‘We were sophomores,’ she points out. ‘Regardless. Nothing like a one-last-time fuck, huh?’ I say, and she doesn’t react to my words. Disappointing.

‘Go ask someone else, Jimin,’ she says, turning away from me, and my heart hurts a little. ‘Don’t you understand, y/n? I’m asking you because I want it to be you. I don’t just want any old sex, I want good sex, and, as much as this is majorly wounding my pride to admit this to you, you are the best I’ve had,’ I say shamelessly, and her eyes widen. ‘Seriously? I’m the best? Out of like the other 200 girls you’ve fucked?’ ‘Hey! Don’t downplay me, more like 300,’ I joke, and she holds back a laugh. ‘You’re probably a walking STD,’ she says with a shake of her head, and I let out a small laugh. ‘Fine, y/n, but you have my number still, right? You know where I am if you need me,’ I says, getting up. But I hesitate before leaving. ‘I really did mean it when I said I missed you, princess,’ I say softly, our eyes locked together as I run a hand through my hair in embarrassment, and she looks away. I leave without waiting for a reply, returning to teasing from the boys at failing. But in my head, I haven’t failed. If I know her as well as I think I do – or used to – she’ll text me tonight.

So when the clock reaches nine and I realise it’s probably a bit too late for her to call me, thinking she might have a lecture in the morning, I feel like a bit of an idiot. I guess I don’t – or didn’t – know her as well as I thought. But then, around half an hour later, whilst I’m lying on my bed, about to start… entertaining myself to the thought of her (yeah, I know, I’m sad) and my phone pings with a text, I practically leap at it. And it takes me a few seconds to register that it’s from her. ‘you know my address. get here asap x’. I leap off the bed, pulling on my jacket as I type a reply, waiting a minute before sending it. ‘knew you’d change your mind. omw princess x’. I race out of the house, avoiding any of the other boys, and drive at dangerous speeds over to her accommodation, nearly running an old man over on my way. Then it takes me a while to find somewhere to park, so I bump it up on a curb, and sprint into her building, taking the stairs two at a time. I pause for a few seconds outside her door to get my breath back before knocking. I know she won’t answer after the first knock, so I wait a little while before knocking again. I hear footsteps on the other side of the door and then she pulls it open. All I can see through the small gap is her face, our eyes locking instantly. ‘I hate it when you leave me waiting. I nearly ran a guy over driving here, and this is what I get in return?’ I say, my voice naturally lowering when I’m in this state. She opens the door, stepping aside to let me in, and I nearly go lightheaded at the sight of her. ‘Wow,’ I say, freezing in the doorway as my eyes trawl over her body, ‘all this for me, princess?’ She smiles coyly, tucking her hair behind her ear, and I wonder what I must have done in a previous life to be able to have sex with this girl. ‘All for you, Jimin,’ she replies, the way my name rolls off her tongue making me half-hard, and I shut the door behind him.

I have to restrain myself from leaping on her, gripping her waist between my hands and pressing my lips to the soft skin of her exposed neck. ‘Now, now, princess, that’s not what you call me when we’re alone, is it?’ I say, and she trembles in my arms. ‘No, daddy,’ she whispers, and my breath comes out shaky at the sound of it, making sure to leave a mark beneath her jaw before I speak. ‘Fuck, it’s been so long,’ I whisper, pulling her up from her thighs. She jumps up, wrapping her legs around my waist, and I carry her towards where I know her bedroom is, my lips still marking up her neck. I kick the door open, feeling her jump in my arms, and laughs gently at how easy it is to scare her. I throw her down onto the bed and climb over her, unable to stop myself from staring down at her. ‘God, I’ve missed you,’ I allow myself to admit before pressing my lips to hers, our bodies fitting together perfectly.

I part my lips, and she follows suit as she always used to, allowing me to slide my tongue into her mouth, taking in the taste of her, the memories of long nights spent together rushing back. I can’t stop myself from feeling her body, my hand tracing the curves of her waist, hip and thigh, her hands gripping onto the leather of my jacket before sliding into my hair, sending soft waves of pleasure through me, waves that spread from her fingertips. The kiss becomes more and more heated and I can’t tear my mind away from how much I’ve missed this, kissing her, touching her, feeling her. Her. She pulls on my bottom lip before licking a stripe across it and I groan, rolling us over so she lies atop me, the weight of her so comfortable and familiar. Like this, both of my hands can roam the expanses of her body, the curve of her ass and hips, the dip of her back and waist. Her hands rest on either side of my face, her hair tickling my face, the smell of her shampoo flooding my senses. ‘Princess,’ I say against her lips, and she pulls away by a millimetre. ‘As much as I’m enjoying catching up, I’m getting impatient,’ I say, trying not to cringe at how much of a dick I sound like, before grinding up against her, my hard-on against her stomach, and she whimpers in my ear, the sound heavenly. ‘You like the feel of that, princess? I’m so hard, just for you,’ I whisper, grinding against her again, and I feel her hand palm me through my jeans. I slap her hand away, her eyes wide and innocent.

‘Off,’ I instruct, and she practically jumps off me, her eyes trained on me as I move to sit at the edge of the bed, my feet firm on her carpeted floor. I pat my lap, and she pouts at me. ‘Why, daddy? Haven’t I been a good girl?’ she asks, and my dick twitches as she speaks. I try to cover up my arousal with a harsh laugh, and I pat my lap again. She reluctantly lays herself across my lap, her ass right in front of my face. ‘Good girl? You think you’ve been a good girl?’ I demand, seeing her nod, and I land a hard slap against her ass. ‘That is for not replying to any of my texts or calls,’ I spit out, before slapping her ass again, revelling in the way it jiggles under my hand, her ass already beginning to redden. ‘That is for avoiding me around campus and at parties,’ I say, finally being able to let her know how hurt I was at her actions over the past couple years. I spot a dark patch on her panties and feel a smirk break across my lips in satisfaction. I’ll never be able to understand my ability to get such a strong, intimidating and beautiful girl bent across my lap taking as many slaps on her ass as I want. ‘That is for flirting with all my friends at said parties, where you knew I could see you.’ The slap I give her is so hard, she lurches forward on my lap, almost evoking my pity. Almost. ‘That is for giving Jungkook, Namjoon and Yoongi your number.’ ‘Namjoon already had my number!’ she exclaims, giving me an excuse to give her an even harder slap. I want bruises the shape of my hand on her ass tomorrow. ‘You never know when to keep your mouth shut, princess,’ I say, landing another slap on her ass, enjoying her silence. ‘And that one is for how you’ve gotten even sexier over the past two years,’ I say gently, pulling her up of my lap and laying her down onto the bed.

I hover over her, spotting the tears that have spilled down her cheeks, and I kiss them away, the sight of them making my heart hurt. ‘You are a good girl for me, princess. You always take your punishments so well. I just missed leaving bruises on this perfect ass,’ I say, lips still pressed to her cheek, and I feel her smile at my words. ‘Thank you, daddy,’ she whispers, her words making me tense, my heart melting. ‘Such a good girl. My princess deserves a reward, right? You deserve a reward, don’t you, baby girl?’ I ask, and she nods, biting on her bottom lip. I duck my head, pressing my lips to her jaw and slowly trail down her neck to her collarbones, wanting to leave marks all over her. When I reach her bra, I breathe out deeply. ‘You look so sexy in this,’ I say, looking up at her. ‘Don’t rip it off, please, daddy, it was expensive,’ she whispers, and I let out a laugh. ‘I’ll buy you a new one, princess,’ I say, and she pouts down at me. ‘Fine,’ I huff with fake annoyance, snaking my hands under her torso and unclipping her bra, pulling it off her and throwing it over my shoulder. She shivers, and I see her nipples already hardening. I let out another deep breath, and she whimpers when my breath hits her chest. I grin at her reaction before ducking my head to wrap my lips around one of her nipples, my fingers tugging and toying with the other one, listening to her gentle whines. She winds her fingers into my hair, her long nails against my scalp like heaven, and I move to mouth her other nipple. The anticipation of making her scream my name again gets too much so I start to press kisses down her stomach until I reach the hem of her pants. I pull them down her legs with a roll of my eyes, throwing them to join her bra, leaving her body bare underneath me. ‘So fucking beautiful,’ I say without even meaning to, spreading her legs apart.

The sight of her glistening core makes my head light and my dick twitch again, y/n being the only girl to ever do that to me. ‘God, I forgot how wet you get. Has anyone else managed to get you this wet, princess?’ I ask, hands on her waist, and I’m met with silence. ‘I asked you a question, princess. Has anyone else gotten you this wet?’ I ask again through gritted teeth, digging my fingers into her waist. ‘No, daddy, only you,’ she says, and I grin before blowing out hot air over her core, hearing a small whimper from her. ‘Please, daddy,’ she says, and I nearly cum in my pants. ‘So needy, princess,’ I tease to distract myself from how turned on I am at her, before licking a stripe up her slit. The taste of her brings back such a strong wave of nostalgia and it’s a taste I’ve missed an embarrassing amount. ‘Tastes so good, princess,’ I praise as she lets out a small moan, legs already beginning to writhe on either side of me. I eat her out like I haven’t eaten well for years (and in a way I haven’t; it’s been two years since I’ve tasted y/n) and she doesn’t stop moving for a second, her back arching up off the bed. ‘Stay still, princess,’ I warn, holding one arm over her hips to keep her back against the bed. I try to work a finger into her tight hole, her clenching not making it easy for me at all. ‘So tight, baby girl, am I not turning you on enough?’ I tease, and she moans as I push another finger in, trying to stretch her out a little more. ‘I’m not gonna get my cock in at this rate, princess,’ I say, my lips still wrapped around her clit, pumping my two fingers in and out of her slowly.

I slowly increase my pace, adding another finger after a couple minutes, and I know her orgasm’s building up, moans falling from her lips more and more frequently. I try even more to get her off, licking up and down her slit, pulling on her clit with my lips as my fingers pump in and out of her at a furious pace. Her fingers are wound into my hair, and I can feel her tugging me closer and closer to her core. I curl my fingers inside her, knowing I’ve hit her spot when she lets out a loud whine. ‘Shit, Jimin, right there,’ she moans, and I freeze at her use of my name. She looks down at me with fear in her eyes, and I try to cover up how turned on her moan of my name made me by acting angry. ‘What did you call me, princess?’ I ask, and her pout makes my heart jump. ‘Sorry, daddy, I forgot. It just felt so good,’ she replies gently, and I can’t help but smile at her. ‘It’s okay, baby girl, you can say my name if you want,’ I reply before going back to what I was doing. I eat her out like there’s no tomorrow, the taste of her making me feel intoxicated and her moans making my hard-on painful. ‘Come on, princess, you’re so close,’ I whisper before pulling on her clit as I curl my fingers, knowing she’ll reach her high. And she does, her cry of ‘Fuck, Jimin!’ making me smirk as I help her ride out her orgasm, her back arched up off the bed again.

I clean her up once she’s come down from her high, her gentle panting adorable, before I get up and stand beside the bed. I hold my fingers out to her and she wraps her mouth around them, licking my fingers clean of her release. I slip off my shoes and socks as she gets her breath back, and I can’t help but watch her fondly. She pushes herself up onto her knees as I shrug off my jacket. I pull my t-shirt over my head and throw it to join her underwear across the room as she unbuttons my jeans, pushing them down my legs. I’m left in my black boxers, my boner straining against the material, watching as she runs her hands over my chest. I hope she’s noticed that I’m more toned than I used to be. She starts to leave a mark on my collarbone, fingers threading into the hair at the nape of my neck. ‘Princess, as much as I’m enjoying this, I really need you,’ I say, surprised at how out of breath I sound, and she pulls away from me. ‘Okay, daddy,’ she replies, pulling my boxers down so my hard length springs up against my stomach. She leans down and presses a kiss to the tip before licking up the precum, my breath shaky. She spits on her hands, running them up and down my length, and I gather up her hair in a makeshift ponytail. She licks up my cock along the vein, starting at the base, and I tense up completely, knowing I’m about to get a blowjob better than any I’ve had in the past couple years. She takes the head of my cock into her mouth, swirling her tongue around me, and I have to bite my tongue to stop the moans. She looks up at me through her long curling lashes as she sinks further down onto my length, and then I feel my head hit the back of her throat. I can’t stop myself from throwing my head back and letting out a gentle moan at how good her mouth feels.

She slowly builds up her pace, her head bobbing up and down on my dick, as she takes me as far as she can. ‘Fuck, princess, your mouth feels so good around my cock,’ I groan, looking down at her to see saliva dripping down her chin and her eyes bright with tears. I can sense that she’s about to take me further down her throat and it turns me on so much that I can’t help but thrust into her mouth. She doesn’t make any complaints, so I continue, holding her head using her hair and thrusting into her mouth as I wish, hitting the back of her throat each time. She grabs onto the backs of my thighs as I fuck her mouth, the sight turning me on so much that I near my high very quickly. ‘Ah, you’re such a good girl, princess. You make daddy feel so good, y/n. Taking my cock so well,’ I groan, and she lets out a moan, the sound making my go even faster. I look down to see tears streaming down her face, saliva dripping down her neck and chest, and my thrusts start to become messier at the sight. I can’t stop the moans of her name falling from my mouth and I finally cum with a loud moan of her name, thrusting through my orgasm.

I pull out of her mouth when I’m done, and the sight of her now makes my dick twitch again (honestly, my dick doesn’t twitch easily, but with y/n… it’s like it can’t sit still). Her hair’s tangled wildly, tears streaming from her eyes ceaselessly, her spit and my cum dripping down her chin and neck, and her fingers rubbing at herself slowly. She swallows down my cum as I collect up what’s on her face and neck, pushing my fingers between her lips. She licks them clean again, continuing to rub at herself, and she lets out a moan. ‘Already turned on, princess? You only orgasmed a few minutes ago! You always have been a greedy girl,’ I say, moving her pillows out of the way and sitting at the top of her bed, my back against the headboard. I pull her towards me, and she tries to straddle me. I shake my head with a laugh and lift her up to put her down on my thigh, holding onto her waist. ‘You want me to ride your thigh, daddy?’ she breathes out, and I nod with a groan, leaning forward to kiss her. I can taste my own cum from her mouth, our tongues and teeth clashing as I give her ass a light slap before gripping it tightly. I flex my thigh and she predictably moans into my mouth, making me grin.

I pull away and she begins grinding down onto my thigh, holding onto my shoulders, and I start to lick and suck on her nipples again. After a while, we both realise that she’s stopped and I flex my thigh again. ‘Jimin!’ she cries out, her head falling back, and I smirk. ‘Move, princess,’ I command, and she rocks down onto my bare thigh, my eyes locked onto the beautiful sight before me. ‘God, I can feel how wet you are. Gushing all over my thigh, princess. Such a dirty girl,’ I whisper, eyes on her as she grinds against me. I grab her waist, making her increase her pace, and she moans out my name, eyes screwed shut. ‘Look at you, grinding on my thigh like that, so beautiful,’ I groan out, so smug at seeing the most beautiful girl in the world slowly coming apart on my thigh. ‘Fuck, Jimin, you feel so good, daddy,’ she moans, my thigh practically coated in her slick. ‘Be a good girl, y/n, work hard on daddy’s thigh, and I might just fuck you senseless afterwards,’ I whisper, already hard, and she swipes a finger across my tip to collect up the precum. The action catches me off-guard and let out a moan of her name, my head falling back and my entire body tensing, the movement making her moan out my name. ‘Come on, princess, I know you’re near,’ I urge, flexing and bucking up my thigh, moans falling from her lips in rapid succession. She finally reaches her climax, her back arching before she falls forward, her head buried in my neck, the scent of her so overwhelming that I can’t help but close my eyes and deeply inhale. I continue rocking her on my thigh to ride her through her high, and her breath against the skin of my neck does more to me than it should.

‘I don’t think there’s anything more beautiful than the sight of you cumming on my thigh, princess. I wish I could imprint it in my mind,’ I breathe out, lifting her off my thigh and laying her down on the bed. ‘Do you still keep your condoms in the same place?’ I ask, looking over to her bedside table. ‘I’m on the pill,’ she says, and I raise an eyebrow. She always wanted us to go raw, and I can never bring myself to do it, not wanting to risk her getting pregnant. ‘You’ve always been on the pill. Doesn’t mean we shouldn’t take precautions. I don’t want you pregnant,’ I say, and she rolls her eyes. ‘Yes, I keep them in the same place,’ she says, and I grin, reaching over to the drawer and getting one out. I hand it to her, shutting the drawer as she rips it open, sliding it onto my hard dick gently, and I can’t help but hiss at the feeling. ‘Ready?’ I ask as she wraps her legs around my waist and nods, ‘Yes, daddy.’ I plunge into her straightaway, unable to restrain myself, filling her up all the way, and her head falls back onto the pillow, my head resting on her shoulder. ‘Fuck, you’re so tight, princess, why don’t you ever loosen up? I won’t be able to last long,’ I groan, and she doesn’t reply. She never does this early on because she always takes a little while to adjust. ‘Can I move?’ I ask. ‘Please, daddy,’ she moans, and I pull all the way out before slamming all the way back in, hips snapping up to meet hers. ‘Fuck, daddy, you feel so good,’ she moans out, and I groan, setting a steady pace. ‘Deeper, Jimin, harder,’ she moans and, after a few more thrusts, I get impatient and unhook one of her legs from my waist, moving it to stretch over my shoulder instead, before slamming into her even harder. ‘Daddy, oh, god, yes!’ she screams, reminding me of how vocal she always is, and I go deep as possible, filling her up completely. ‘Yes, Jimin, fuck, feels so good!’ she cries out as I reach down to rub at her clit, wanting nothing more than to see her cum around me right now. I’m holding on as best as I can, wanting her to cum before I do, though it’s difficult. When I see her at a party, I nearly get hard, so how am I supposed to hold on whilst buried balls deep in her with her moaning my name? ‘That’s it, princess, scream my name. Let everyone know who’s making you feel so good,’ I say, my words interrupted by grunts and groans as I thrust into her as fast as I can, rubbing furiously at her clit. ‘Jimin, fuck!’ she screams out, the sight of her convulsing underneath me and the feeling of her clenching around me bringing me to my high too. ‘Ah, fuck, princess, I’m gonna cum, fuck!’ I moan, my thrusts uneven and erratic as I cum into the condom, my fingers still working at her clit to ride her through her high. ‘Stop, Jimin,’ she says after a few seconds, slapping my hand away from overstimulation.

I slowly pull out of her, standing up and pulling off the condom, throwing it into the bin in the corner of her room. She gets up from the bed slowly, wordlessly walking to her bathroom to wee so she doesn’t get a UTI. I laugh to myself at the thought; she’s the only girl our age I know who actually cares about her sexual health. I look around the room properly for the first time; it’s so weird to be back here, back in the place I used to spend countless nights in. It looks pretty much the same, just with different bedding and her desk is organised differently. I spot my clothes and sigh to myself; I should probably get changed, it’s not likely that she’ll want me to stay. She made her feelings towards me very clear in the library earlier and it’s obvious that this was just for the sex. I pull my boxers back on and I’m pulling my jeans up my legs when y/n comes back in. She’s run her hands through her hair so it looks a little less wild, and her face and body is clean of all substances that I left on her. She’s also cleaned off her makeup, her face bare and glowing. She’s so beautiful it makes my heart leap. ‘What are you doing?’ she asks, and I look at her in confusion, wondering if I’m maybe fucked her a little too hard this time. ‘Um, I’m getting dressed,’ I reply, and she frowns. ‘I know that, I mean why,’ she replies impatiently, making me even more confused. ‘So I don’t show up to the frat house naked,’ I say in the same tone, and she rolls her eyes. ‘Stay the night. It’s late, why would you go home now?’ she asks, and her words shock me, painting a grin on my face. ‘You sure, princess?’ I ask, and she nods exasperatedly. ‘Don’t make me regret offering,’ she replies, picking up my t-shirt from the floor and pulling it on. I sneak a look at the clock on her wall as I take off my jeans, the time reading 11.08. It’s not that late, but I won’t point that out. I jump into her bed as she pulls a fresh pair of pants on. I smile at her when she turns around, admiring her in my clothes. ‘You look so good in that shirt,’ I say as she gets into the bed beside me, taking a sip from a water bottle on her windowsill. ‘How do you want me?’ she asks, and I smirk at her. ‘Another round already, princess?’ I ask, and she sighs tiredly. ‘You know what I mean,’ she says, and I laugh. ‘I wanna spoon you,’ I say without a shred of shame, and she turns away from me, lying down. I lie down beside her, sliding my arms around her waist and pulling her closer to me, her back pressed against my front and her head beneath my chin. ‘Goodnight, princess,’ I say, supressing a yawn, knowing I’m about to have the best sleep I’ve had in a couple years, always sleeping well when I’m with her. ‘Goodnight, Jimin,’ she replies sleepily, snuggling into my arms, and I feel like the luckiest guy in the world, drifting off to sleep with y/n in my arms. 

When I wake up, I’m lying on my back and y/n’s head and hand are resting on my chest, her entire body curved into mine with one of my arms holding her close. I lie there for a while, just looking down at her face, her features softened with slumber. After a few minutes though, I become uncomfortable and I don’t want to wake her up so I carefully move her off me, climbing out of the warm bed. I stretch, heading out of her room and into the living room, where her roommate sits on the sofa. ‘Hey,’ I say, frozen mid-stretch as we make eye contact. ‘Hey. Good night’s sleep?’ Mija asks amusedly, an empty mug sat on the coffee table and a book in her hands. ‘Yeah, great,’ I grin, and she rolls her eyes. ‘Listen, Park. If you two start doing this thing again, you better not hurt her, okay? I swear to god, if you hurt her, I’ll murder you,’ she says, and I nod, slightly taken aback. ‘I won’t hurt her,’ I reply, and she shakes her head. ‘Don’t make promises you can’t keep,’ she says, getting up. ‘I’ll keep the promise,’ I say, and she regards me thoughtfully. ‘I don’t think you will, but I’d like it if you prove me wrong,’ she says, walking towards me. She stops with just a few inches between us, and I can see what Tae sees in her. ‘I know her, and I know she’ll fall for you again, because that’s just the way she is. You either commit to her or you don’t do this at all. She’s not some entertainment, okay? If you like her, then cuff her. If you don’t, then don’t waste her time,’ she says. ‘I do like her,’ I say, surprising myself. ‘Good. So you better start actually dating her then. Not just sex,’ she says, and I nod. To be truthful, y/n’s the only girl I’ve ever met who I’ve liked. Maybe I could give a relationship a go with her. ‘I’m going to my lecture now and you are going to stay, make her breakfast and not tell her about this conversation. As far as she’s aware, we haven’t spoken since the last time you two… did your thing. Understand?’ she says, and I nod, not quite knowing what else to say. ‘Good. I’m sure I’ll be seeing you around,’ she says and scoops her handbag from beside the door, leaving without another word.

I head into the kitchen, Mija’s words still echoing in my mind as I root around their cupboards to look for something to make y/n for breakfast. Mija’s right; it’d be wrong for me to just sleep with her knowing that she’ll catch feelings again. But it’s not like I don’t want to date her. I had the biggest crush on her ever when we were sleeping together last time but… too many things got in the way of me asking her out. Hopefully this time I can rectify that mistake; it’s obvious my feelings haven’t gone away, and I just hope hers haven’t either. I gather together the things to make pancakes like Jin hyung taught me a couple weeks ago and start to mix up the batter, hoping I don’t fuck it up like I fuck everything else up. When I’m mixing the last ingredient in, y/n steps into the room. I look up at her, dressed in my t-shirt, hair a little bit of a mess, eyes still squinty from sleep, and I grin widely, the little smile she gives me back making my heart contract.

‘Morning, princess,’ I say as she walks towards me, and tap my cheek for a kiss. ‘Morning, babe,’ she replies, the pet name making my heart jump as she gets up on her tiptoes and presses a soft kiss to my cheek. ‘How long have you been awake?’ she asks, her voice slightly huskier than normal, and she moves behind me, snaking her arms around my waist and resting her head on my back. ‘Not long. Thought I’d make a bit of breakfast,’ I reply, her hands on me making me lose my focus a little bit. ‘What time is it?’ she asks, and I can feel the vibrations of her words against my back. ‘It’s nearly half past eleven. You didn’t have a morning lecture, did you?’ I ask for decoration, knowing Mija would have told me if she had. ‘Nuh-uh,’ she replies, as I look at what’s in front of me, realising I forgot to put the butter in. I start to walk towards the fridge, practically having the waddle due to y/n being attached to my back, shuffling along behind me. ‘You’re so clingy in the morning. I thought you maybe you’d changed but you’re still the exact same,’ I laugh, and she nuzzles even further into my back. I can’t focus properly with her holding onto me like this, accidently picking up their cheese instead of the butter, and I have to say something. ‘Princess, can we cuddle after I’ve made breakfast? You’re making it a little hard to cook,’ I say, and she whines behind me, not letting go. I have to detach her from me, and when I turn around, she’s pouting. ‘Go find something to watch on the TV and I’ll be done in, like, fifteen minutes,’ I say, and she frowns, stomping off into the living room. I laugh to myself as I finish off the batter and then pour it into the pan bit by bit, making six pancakes in total three each. I pile them onto the plate and then search for syrup, cream and strawberries like how Jin hyung does them. I do it as best as I can but the cream splatters a bit, I cut the strawberries uneven by accident and put on way too much syrup. I’ve already taken quite a while so I just take them into the living room as they are. ‘What did you make?’ she asks, and I grin as she gets comfy. ‘Pancakes,’ I reply, handing her the better plate. She smiles at me and I watch as she takes a bite. ‘So?’ I ask, waiting eagerly for her answer. ‘Really good,’ she says, and I can’t help but grin, proud of myself. ‘Jin hyung taught me how to make them,’ I say, starting on my own plate.

We eat in a comfortable silence, watching the film she’s chosen (Snow White and the Seven Dwarves). Once we’re both done, she takes our plates into the kitchen and washes up, presumably washing up the other dishes too because it takes her a while. I go into the bedroom while she’s gone and get my phone, bringing it back into the living room with a load of blankets too. I get comfortable and check my phone, seeing a text from Tae, asking where I am. I give him the same answer I’ve been giving a lot recently, though it’s a lie this time, typing out nothing more than ‘with Jeongyeon’ and sending it. She walks in a couple minutes later, and I smirk up at her. ‘You look so good in my clothes, princess,’ I say, making some space for her beside me. She throws herself down and I instantly pull her towards me, my arm around her waist. It feels so comfortable to sit here with her like this, cuddled up watching Disney films like a proper couple. The domesticity is a nice change from anything else I’ve experienced in the past couple years, and I could definitely get used to it.

‘You coming to the frat party?’ I ask, hoping she will so she can sleep over. ‘I didn’t know you were having on,’ she replies coyly, and I rest my head on top of hers. ‘Well, now you do,’ I say, waiting for her answer. ‘I’m not invited,’ she says pointedly, and I grin to myself. ‘Well, that’s why I’m inviting you now. I want you there,’ I reply, feeling her grin now, and I supress a laugh. ‘I’ve got exams next week,’ she replies. ‘What’s that got to do with our party?’ I ask, and she rolls her eyes. ‘I need to study,’ she replies. ‘Okay, A) no, you don’t, and B) if you want to study, do it tomorrow, or during the week next week,’ I say, and she sighs. ‘Come on, princess. You can be my date,’ I push, and I feel her tense up, moving away to look at me. ‘Your date? Did the infamous Park Jimin really just ask me to be his date? When there’s gonna be so many ‘hot chicks’ whose pants you can try to get into?’ she says sarcastically, and I roll my eyes, amused. ‘Infamous? And also, for the record, I’ve never said ‘hot chicks’ in my entire life,’ I say, wondering if maybe I’ve come on a little too strong. ‘The point still stands.’ ‘Yeah, and my point about wanting you as my date still stands. We haven’t spent time together for so long, it’ll be nice to hang out together in a party environment,’ I say, backtracking as best as I can. ‘As opposed to this environment?’ she asks, giving me the perfect opportunity. ‘This is nice and all, but it feels too… relationshipy for me. A party’s a different story,’ I say, but when I see the disappointment in her eyes, I want to slap myself. Why would I say that? Now I just seem like a dick. Great one, Park. ‘Okay, I’ll come,’ she says, surprising me, and I grin, glad my words didn’t upset her enough for her to refuse coming. I’ll make it up to her at the party. ‘Good.’

[viikollection]

Finding Out One of Their Members Is A Girl

BTS

A/N: I did this post for NCT because obviously they can easily add members, but BTS is obviously a fixed group, so this just requires some imagination, that you are the 8th member or basically took someone’s place as the 7th member...

Scenario is BigHit and management are aware you’re female, but feel as though you possess a unique talent or visual that would help BTS flourish before their big break through- However, to avoid any scandals or relationships, you’re coerced to fly under the radar as a guy. You have a lot of help keeping your secret, but some how it slips...

Jin:

He’d always notice you as someone soft. He’d poke fun of you for it in a teaser manner, but always sling an arm around your shoulder, treating you like a younger brother.  I think he’s rather observant and soon his jokes about you being shorter or weak, or not having an Adam’s apple would sort of pile up and he’d slowly start piecing things together the longer he’s around you. He’d figure it out pretty early on and ask their manner with a pretty ballsy accusation. Once it was confirmed, he’d probably be roped in to keeping it a secret. However, we know Jin has a will of his own and would probably tell the other members in a small rebellion of his own. He’d feel they deserve to know and would also be upset about the situation, feeling as though the company took him for a fool of some sort. However, with success brewing, he know he can’t go public with the info and wants the best for everyone, so he keeps his trap shut...  He’d be a bit distant, needing time recover after being lied to so blatantly. He’d be petty too, not bothering to keep his voice down as he complains about it- However, I think with time and some sense talked into him by the others and by staff he could reconcile with you.  “I’m sorry I acted like that... It was really childish. You must have had a hard time because of me...” Returning to friends, I think he’d then adopt the view as a younger sister and would return to his nagging and silly ways- Always one to step in first to protect you and look after you.

Yoongi:

Honestly, you got into talking with him late one night. He’d been in a moody funk all day and when you asked if he was alright he asked you to read over the lyrics he’d been toying with. It developed into a philosophical discussion and eventually he deflected the conversation from himself, turning it towards you. With pressure and building stress from keeping such a big secret from the boys who were becoming your friends, you cracked and told him. He didn’t seem so shocked. You would have mistook his expression for icy, if not for his kind words. “It’s sad that- to pursue your dream of music or dance that you have to go undercover like this... You should be able to be yourself.” This secret would probably bring the two of you a lot closer. He’d always keep an eye out for you, nagging at the other members when they were too rough or invading your space. He’d keep your secret and if anyone had anything to say about it or found out about it he’d give them a firm talking to.

Hoseok:

You had to be careful when it came to Hoseok- He was handsy and unpredictable. The little things he’d do like hang off members or spank them when presented with the opportunity caused you to keep a distance from him- But caused him to be all the more eager to close that distance. To him you were a shy puppy- That is until a day of dance practice brings out the stern teacher within him, huffing about how you couldn’t get the moves right for a section- “Maybe it doesn't look right since you’re so short-” Hands on your shoulders, he stops you to put his hands on your ribs, angling your body in the mirror. Tho... what was it he felt? A bra? Or some kind of binding? He wouldn’t be able to shake the thought, jumping to all sorts of conclusions and for the next few days every interaction with you would become an analysis, searching for all the feminine qualities you possessed before he built a solid case to confront you with. “Are... you a girl?” He’d try to seem nonchalant about it, not wanting to scare you off and wanting to seem cool... He’d keep you close as a friend, but would always still see you as a girl, unable to not fret over you or take notice to certain things.

Namjoon:

He’d be upset to say the least. He’d overheard a conversation between you and one of the management staffs, feeling his blood boil. He’d feel betrayed and irked that you got special privileges this whole time. He’d probably think it was a secret that couldn’t be kept and that it’d bring him and the rest of BTS down eventually... Unwilling, he’d probably be forced to keep it a secret. With time I think he’d warm back up to you. He’s very philosophical and knows you didn’t do anything malicious or intentional to hurt him, so he can’t hold it against you forever... Plus, as BTS grew he’d probably realize to keep growing the team needs to stay tight knit and as leader he has to make sure of that, so he’d work extra hard to become close with you and make sure everyone else was good as well and would probably later tell them as well. He sees the team as a family, so I don’t think he’d look at you in any other way than a sister and would make sure the other members are on the same page as well. He’d give you extra attention because he’d worry if you felt lonely or uncomfortable at times. “Yeah, don’t let it bother you when he says that... He’s just being stupid.”

Jimin:

He’d be so heartbroken. He was just warming up to you, pulling you into his inner circle, determined to make you one of his close friends. So, he’d suddenly feel so outcast by this news he saw on your chat with the manager, after you accidentally left it open on the computer. He’d keep it to himself for a few days and be in an obvious sulky funk. Until he finally blows up and blurts it out, either at you, the manager, or everyone who’s there. He’d feel betrayed, but would keep your secret. He’d take a longer time than some of the others to warm back up to you, keeping his silent distance. “I feel like I don’t even know you.” That being said, he would eventually warm back up to you, as your team goes through more together and success, a close knit family is needed. In fact, I think Jimin would get a tad possessive, clinging to you a lot and doing a lot of things for you- Y’all would probably be the most popular ship because he isn’t subtle at all... He’d worry about you and would want to protect you from the members, antis, and world. He’d feel special being the one who knew your secret, so he’d go to great lengths to make sure it stays a secret, that you’re his little secret.

Taehyung:

Icy Taehyung is scary. When he gets in his moods he can be intimidating and his words can cut deep. “It’d be easier if you weren’t here.” You’re not even sure how he found out, but he some how did and told everyone else. He’d be petty and ignore with some other members who may have felt betrayed, in fact it’d sort of be outcasting you... There’d probably be a meeting held about this ‘bullying’ and have it talked about. In reality, his feelings were just hurt and he felt betrayed and wanted to make you feel bad as well, so he took to ignoring you and trying to gain members to his side- But he sees how hurt you must actually be after his actions and begins to feel guilty, unable to look at you. He knows he was immature and I think the remorse and guilt would suddenly pile up once his anger was wiped away and he’d feel awful. He knows you must be going through a hard time already and feel lonesome being the only girl with a big secret to keep- And he would have never thought of himself as the type to intentionally hurt someone else like this... So, he’d end up doing everything in his power to make it up to you- He’d feel bad about acting like nothing every happened, so he’d do things under the radar, leave you snacks, trade his Powerade for yours because he knows you like this flavor better, buy you a nice birthday present, etc... I think if you could forgive him, it’d bring the two of you really close and he’d always spoil you, never really forgiving himself for what he did and feeling it’s his duty to protect you.

Jungkook:

Oof... It’s an awkward road ahead. He found a box of tampons/pads and that’s it. He’d keep it a secret for the longest time and you wouldn't even know he knew. But he’d act weird for like a month, the dorky competitive boy who’d steal your chips now avoids you like the plague, simply muttering one word replies to you. I think he’d still be in shock and might finally crack to one of his hyungs like RM and spill the beans. He’d wonder if anyone knew, if management or BH did, or if you were some mastermind who someone joined a boyband all on your own. It’d take a lot of time and coaching for him to act normal again, but having gone through so much together and spending so much time constantly together, I think it’d happen naturally and after a few months. A part of him would always view you as a girl, someone frail and delicate that needed looking after in his eyes. So he’d distract Hobi when he started going in on you about how you needed to build your stamina for another round of practice or when Jin would pull you into a headlock; indirectly saving you again and again. I also think like Jimin he could get a little possessive. He may be the youngest, so I think he’d enjoy the idea of being responsible for someone younger or ‘frailer’ than him, as it’d give him a sense of power and maturity. He’d be wary about such obvious skinship, but would still let it be known he was the one standing next to you.

[readyplayerhobi]

Idk if someone asked about this before but what makes hobi your fav???

God, I don’t really know how to describe it?

Okay so…I ended up writing a whole ass essay below on why Jung Hoseok is amazing.

I TOOK OFF THE READ MORE COS Y’ALL NEED TO APPRECIATE!

There’s obviously the fact I find him insanely attractive. From his ‘come fuck me’ face on stage to his sweet smile when he’s being himself. The intensity of him when he’s concentrating on something and you can see the side of him that he doesn’t reveal very often because it doesn’t fit the ‘bubbly sunshine’ persona he’s been given and adopted.

The easy way he laughs and doesn’t care if he’s making himself look an idiot, as long as it’s making the others laugh. He quite obviously puts himself in situations that make himself look an idiot just to put the others at ease because they’re less comfortable than him, and he’d rather be the one getting the judgement as long as they’re laughing. And even then, he’s not being an idiot…he’s just being exuberant and himself cranked up.

That feeds into the careful way he obviously watches and cares for the others. He can tell immediately when one of them isn’t happy or uncomfortable and he either offers some comfort in the form of physical touch or tries to deflect away from them. When Namjoon is tired of translating, he takes the initiative, even if he’s not the greatest at English.

It’s clear to see why Namjoon, and the rest, all consider Hoseok the second leader. Because he watches and listens and cares. He’s often quiet when they’re doing something that requires Namjoon or someone to talk…just carefully listening and nodding before inputting if required. He obviously gets on with so many people, and his silliness can also help to put interviewers at ease too by showing that he’s willing to make everyone laugh, whether there’s a language barrier or not.

The way he takes the leader status with dance and so obviously cares about them looking good, while also making sure to encourage those who aren’t as good at dancing. I don’t recall him ever being genuinely critical of the less gifted dancers, instead just constantly encouraging them, whether that’s spending extra time with them to help perfect moves or just saying that they did good.

He genuinely has a personality that appeals to me, because he’s loud and outgoing when needed but quite clearly quiet and introspective when the cameras aren’t on him. They’ve said before that Hoseok off camera is not the same Hoseok on camera, and it’s pretty obvious whenever you see him in the background of stuff and he doesn’t realise he’s being filmed, or if he’s doing a V-Live. He’s so calm and reflective, and it’s wonderful to see that’s he’s not just the laugh machine. He’s so much more that he doesn’t let people see, including BTS. They themselves have said that Hoseok doesn’t really let his emotions out, and I doubt even they properly know him as he’s obviously happy with whatever he has going on.

On top of that, he has the magnetic personality that puts people at ease. They all say that he’s great to be around and he brings out the best in people. Look at the way they all so clearly love him. I genuinely think that after Jungkook, Hoseok is the most beloved because all I see is them constantly trying to hype him up or get his attention. And he gives it back just as much, with his fondness and adoration of the maknae line to his admiration of the hyung line.

He’s the calming thoughts to Namjoon’s frustrations, he’s the battery that powers Yoongi and brings out the best in him, he’s the mirror that happily reflects Jin’s exuberance, he keeps Jimin grounded by always being there, he never judges Taehyung and encourages him quietly and he pushes Jungkook to be the best while loving and supporting them all.

And he’s SO talented. Like…UNBELIEVABLY SOMETIMES-HE-REALLY-GETS-SLEPT-ON TALENTED. He learnt how to rap and has developed such a distinctive style and sound that you can tell it’s him just by a noise. He uses his voice not just for rapping, but also to create unique sounds that add emphasis and fill up spaces in songs that you may have never considered. Most of the sound effects in a song are usually him, and he’s so wonderful at creating melodies that are catchy. (BST anyone?) Not only that…but he can SING.

I feel people often forget that Hoseok was going to be a vocalist, and he’s really…really good at singing. He hits high notes with ease, even when he’s just playing around, and he often ends up doing backing vocals alongside the vocal line. And when he is allowed to sing, he has that perfect voice that’s just on the deeper side that can slide in so many different directions. I adore when they actually let him sing too, and he’s so good at it live as well.

And of course, there’s his dancing. Jimin has the smooth grace and fluidity of contemporary, Jungkook has the technical prowess that makes his moves hit hard and I feel Hoseok is the perfect blend of them both. In fact…he’s so good that half the time he doesn’t even stand out because he obviously pulls himself back. A group dance is about the many, not the individual, but when he’s allowed to do an individual dance then his talent comes screaming to the force.

Not only that, but he’s a great producer and songwriter too. A lot of the most popular bits of songs often end up coming from him apparently. Namjoon has said that he’s good at making melodies that aren’t as common, Hoseok is good at making ones that are popular and catchy. He’s learnt so well from Namjoon and Yoongi, and god he’s just so talented.

AND, I love that he doesn’t reveal a huge amount of himself but when he does, there’s so much to unravel. The fact the obviously has read a lot of European ‘classical’ style literature given the references he makes in his songs and how he read them when he was younger because his dad’s a literature teacher (Korean but you develop an appreciation of all). It’s a tiny part of him that he revealed but it tells me so much, and it’s so obvious when you put it together with everything else you see.

Not only that…but his confidence in his fashion actually helps me in turn. As ridiculous as that sounds. He wears outfits that shouldn’t work, but do because he has such a ‘I don’t give a fuck’ attitude. Hoseok doesn’t give a shit if he looks terrible, because he likes it and that’s what’s important. He likes what he likes, and he won’t let anyone tell him otherwise. That’s just…so empowering and while I don’t always like what he wears, I end up liking things that I probably shouldn’t just because his confidence makes him look good.

I JUST LOVE HIM, HE’S SO MULTI-FACETED AND SO MUCH MORE THAN A PRETTY FACE AND A GOOD DANCER.

[fresh-outta-jams]

Red Ballet Shoes

Red Ballet Shoes Taehyung x Reader Soulmate AU

Author: Admin Mo Sequel to Red Ribbons (Link in Masterlist) Word Count: 3.2k Genre: Fluffy soulmate fluff

It was the week before the big recital and nerves were high in your dance studio. You had been practicing your pointe routine endlessly for days and days and days. You had choreographed it yourself, and it was a piece called Red Ribbon. The inspiration for it was quite obvious to anyone who knew you.

Not only were you nervous about showing the routine to the rest of the studio, the local dance connoisseurs, and the dozens of dance schools that sent their kids to watch the performances, there was going to be someone very special in that audience: Kim Taehyung.

Your soulmate was truly the sweetest, kindest, handsomest, funniest man you’d ever met and you truly didn’t understand how you had gotten so lucky. Not only did you get to FaceTime him almost every single day, you were one of the lucky souls who could do a quick Google search and stumble upon hundreds of hours of content dedicated to him. So any time you missed him or wanted to see his face or hear his voice, all you had to do was pull out your phone. It was great.

Tae was set to come in the next day, and so you were at your studio, running through your routine again. And again. And again. Until Rachel found you agonizing and dragged you to one of the other rooms where your friends were goofing off between practice sessions. They had snacks and Vitamin Water and some good tunes, and that was really all it took to help you unwind.

You took a sip of some Vitamin Water and relaced your pointe shoes. They had started a pirouette contest and you were going to show them you weren’t here to play around, especially when it came to spins.

You walked over to the phone playing music, unplugged it, and plugged your own into the speaker instead. Your new hobby as of late was practicing your spins to music that wasn’t...typically ballet music. Something with a chill beat. Today, as it was usually, this song was Cypher Pt.4, a favorite of Tae’s. It had actually been his suggestion.

One of the girls counted Veronica’s spins and Rachel counted yours. As soon as you started, you knew it was a good spin, and you used your leg to propel yourself around and around and around, your head snapping back to a single spot on the mirror every time to keep out the dizziness. After taking ballet for so long, it was sort of effortless to turn like this.

Your only falter came when the door opened and you looked up to find the end of your golden ribbon. Tae had come early. He watched in awe as you spun around and around to the music playing in the background. Finally, Veronica stopped, and you gave a little flourish before putting your second foot back on the ground.

It took you a second, but you found your center of balance again and the world stopped spinning. Tae closed the space between you and locked his pinkie with yours, just like he did the first time, resting his forehead against yours.

“You’re early.” You whispered, a smile on your face.

“I wanted to surprise you.” He grinned proudly, that adorable boxy smile of his coming out of hiding.

“It worked.” You let go of his pinkie and threw your arms around his neck. He hoisted you off of the ground and spun you around. “Woah, dizzy.”

“Sorry.” He apologized and stopped spinning you, instead, just holding you there with your legs dangling above the floor.

You laughed. It wasn’t any secret that he was very fond of your height difference and let you know every chance he got. “Taaae.” You giggled, kicking your legs.

“You’re so short.” he laughed.

“Y’all are too cute.” Rachel hid her mouth behind her hand. “How’s Hobi doing?”

“Wow, I wonder who your bias is.” Veronica chuckled, rolling her eyes.

“He’s in Disney World.” Tae replied, finally setting you back on the ground. “With his soulmate.”

“Sounds fun.” Veronica smiled. She thought for a moment and then her face lit up. “(Y/N), you should show him your routine!”

“Which one?” You asked. “Because I want the pointe routine to be a surprise until he sees it for real.”

“We can run the hip hop routine.” Rachel waggled her eyebrows and then took a quick headcount. “I think everyone is here anyway.”

“Yeah, let’s do it.” You grinned. You led Tae over to the chairs in the front of the room, against the mirrors and he sat down, looking up at you for once. You kissed his forehead and put your hands on his shoulders. “Wait right here.”

As soon as you had your pointe shoes swapped for your tennis shoes and sweatpants thrown over your tights and leotard, Rachel connected her phone to the speaker and turned on the music. You fell into formation and watched Tae’s reaction as Not Today began to play. You channeled your inner V, summoning all of the courage and confidence that you could, and it definitely paid off.

His eyes were glued to your every move, watching you recreate the dance he had spent hours and hours and hours learning and performing. And he couldn’t help but smile the biggest, proudest smile you had ever seen. As soon as you were finished, he stood up and scooped you into his arms.

“Wooooah!” was all Tae could manage to get out. He didn’t know what else to say. You had danced so well, and he was so happy that he was finally here with you again.

“That good, huh?” You laughed, still held tight in his strong arms.

“So good! Amazing!” He pulled away and looked at you, his brown eyes bright and sparkling. “I love you.”

“I love you too.” You smiled and slipped your hand into his. “How about I get changed and then we can go to the Riverwalk and have some fun?”

“Riverwalk?”

“It’s like an amusement park by the beach.” Rachel explained.

Tae’s face lit up. “Yeah, let’s go!”

***

It was very sunny and warm outside. Truly, a beautiful day, made even more beautiful by the fact that Tae’s large hand was wrapped around your own. The two of you, along with some of your friends, had made your way to the Riverwalk for a fun day before the recital. It did your nerves good.

Tae ended up being very good at the game where you have to knock down bottles and as a result, you each had more stuffed animals than you could carry. Tae gave a bunch of them to the kids nearby that weren’t having much luck at winning anything, that soft look on his face. He loved kids, and you loved how much he loved kids. It really warmed your heart.

Rachel took the rest of the stuffed animals back to your car, and as the sun went down, the lights came on, a different sort of night energy settled over the Riverwalk. Somehow, the darkness made the place seem brighter. The stars, the moon, and the universe stretched out above you, fate looking down on you with its wise eyes. A million light bulbs illuminated every ride, booth, and game, casting warmth on Tae’s handsome features and lighting up his brilliant smile.

You found a photo booth at some point, and snapped some goofy pictures. God, he made the funniest faces. You couldn’t stop cracking up, and so the pictures came out really cute.

You had some elephant ears and cotton candy, sharing each of them with each other, and then you stood in front of it. The Ferris Wheel. Tae looked up, up, up to the top of it, fear etched deep into his features. It was your favorite ride, but you definitely weren’t going to force him up there. Rachel, on the other hand…

“Isn’t that your favorite, (Y/N)?” She asked.

“Favorite?” Tae asked quietly, his eyes still glued to the tall circular death trap.

“We don’t have to ride it, Tae. It’s fine, really.” You squeezed his hand to remind him you were still there.

He had completely zoned out, and for a second there, you thought he had fallen asleep standing. But he eventually moved, tilting his head slightly as he repeated, “favorite?”

“Are you okay?” You asked, genuinely concerned that you had broken him with the mere idea of going up to the top of that thing.

“I can do it.” He stated suddenly, looking down at you. “Let’s do it.”

“Are you sure?”

“I’m sure.” He pulled you over to the line for the Ferris Wheel and before you knew it, you were stepping up into the carriage. Tae was smiling brightly. Until it started moving. And then his eyes widened and he froze.

You grabbed his hand tight, giving it a squeeze and willing all of the warmth and love that you could through the golden ribbon that connected you. Slowly, he came out of his trance, blinking a few times and looking around at the bright beautiful amusement park. He smiled at you and let go of your hand, wrapping an arm around you instead.

The ride was beautiful. You could see everything from the top of the wheel, the waves reflecting the bright full moon. Everything was perfect. Until it stopped, that is.

The car rocked as it came to a halt at the very top, and all of Tae’s relaxed energy evaporated in moments.

“AAH!” He shouted, trapping you in a death grip.

“They’re just unloading it, Tae. It’s okay.” You spoke gently, reassuringly. Then, an idea dawned on you. “You know, there’s kind of a tradition when you get stuck at the top of a Ferris Wheel.”

“Hmm?” He still had his arms wound tight around your frame.

“Couples...um...well, sometimes, they…”

He pulled away to look at you, curiosity laced into his fear. And then recognition registered, and his expression softened. Slowly, he leaned in, closing the gap between you. When he kissed you, it was like fireworks erupting in the night sky. Everything about it was magical. Goosebumps prickled your arms, heart racing, lips moving in time with his. Your touch soothed him. It warmed him in ways only a soulmate could and chased even his deepest fears back into the shadows where they belonged.

It was the best first kiss any girl could ask for.

“What do you think purple means?” You asked softly, looking at the thread attaching your pinkie to Tae’s. It had changed colors once again, shedding its glowing gold for a regal shade of violet.

His large hand stroked your cheek, sparkling brown eyes locking on yours as he wrapped his long pinkie around yours. “I think it means I’m in love with you.”

***

“Okay, this is going to look really weird, so don’t judge.” You pulled your bucket full of ice over to the couch.

Tae raised an eyebrow, looking up from his phone. He was spending the night at your place, and this was really the first time anyone who wasn’t in your dance class had seen you do your night routine. As he watched curiously, you stuck your legs into the freezing bucket. You shivered, but the cold was good for your muscles and you knew it, no matter how much the ice felt like it was eating your skin away.

“Why would I judge you?” He asked, laughing. “I’m weirder than you are.”

“Maybe that’s why I love you so much.” You moved your hand around, causing the glowing purple thread to wave between you.

“You look cold.”

“I am.” Your teeth began chattering as the ice finally settled in.

Tae stood up from the couch and took your hands, bringing you to your feet. Carefully, he scooted you forward and stepped behind you, grabbing a blanket from the large basket sitting beside the sofa. He sat where you had been sitting moments before and opened up his arms, extending the blanket like angel’s wings.

You sat down in his lap and he swaddled you in the blanket like a soulmate burrito, cuddling you close and kissing your forehead. Even with your legs in a literal bucket of ice, somehow, you felt warmer than you ever had.

“T-T-Tae?”

“What, jagi?”

“I-I t-think I’m in love with you too.”

***

You woke up the next morning feeling more rested than you had in a very long time. Everything the girls had told you about sleeping in the arms of your soulmate was true. It worked wonders.

When you opened your eyes, Tae was looking at you, smiling softly. “You’re finally awake.”

“How long have you been up?”

“Only a few minutes,” he lied. It had been more like ten. But he didn’t want to wake you up. He needed more time to admire you. “Ready to dance?”

“More than ready.” You stretched. “But breakfast first.”

Tae more than agreed and after eating a nice breakfast together, you went with him over to the dance studio to try and fit in some extra practice before the big show. While you were running some of your jumps, Tae cheering you on and snapping pictures, one of your old teachers knocked on the door, opening it slowly.

“I’m sorry to interrupt your practice, (Y/N), but I have a group of Flower Buds next door and they could use some words of encouragement from one of the senior dancers.” She smiled kindly.

You paused your music and nodded, grinning brightly. You loved talking to the little dancers that would one day become the group of dancers that filled these halls, danced in these rooms, looked at themselves in these mirrors.

“Of course, Mrs. Jones. I’d love to talk to them!” You held your hand out for Tae, and he stood up, slipping his large hand into yours. “Do you mind if my soulmate tags along?”

“I think they’d enjoy that! I hear he’s a dancer too.” She nodded, looking over the tall boy the universe had picked for you. She, along with all of the other teachers in the building, had heard about your soulmate. She’d even seen him on TV on a few occasions.

“I’m a dancer and a singer.” He stated proudly, a smile in his puppy eyes.

“Well perfect! Follow me.” She led you down the hall to the room next door, where about twenty girls around age nine were dressed in pretty pink leotards and tutus, their hair up in perfect ballerina buns and their shoes tied in little bows.

When the door opened, they stopped dancing around and turned to look at the two new people who had entered the room, awe filling their eyes. You doubted they knew who either of you were, but they looked at you in that way that children looked at teenagers and young adults: like they were ethereal creatures here to bestow some ancient hidden knowledge on them.

God, you loved kids. And so did Tae. His face lit up at the sight of so many of them.

“Take a seat, ladies. I’d like you to meet a former student of mine and her soulmate.” Mrs. Jones walked to the front of the room with you, Tae’s hand still tight in your own.

“Hi, I’m (Y/N).” You waved and smiled. “This is my soulmate, Taehyung. He’s from South Korea.” All of their little faces lit up, which made him smile even wider. “How many of you know where Korea is?”

A few little hands shot up into the air. You pointed to one of the girls.

“It’s in Asia!”

“It is! Very good!”

“My sister listens to a boy band from Korea!” blurted another girl.

“I listen to a lot of those too.” You grinned. Tae let go of your hand and wrapped an arm around your shoulders instead, rubbing your arm affectionately. “So, Mrs. Jones wanted me to talk to you about dancing. What do you want to know?”

“How do you dance so pretty?” asked a little red-haired girl in the front.

“Lots and lots of practice.”

“How many pairs of pointe shoes do you have?”

“I get a new pair every few days. They wear out quick if you use them a lot.” You told them. You went up on pointe for a few seconds and then came down, and they watched like they had just seen you fly.

Another hand shot up. “Does it hurt to go up on pointe?”

“It does at first, but it gets easier the more you do it.”

“I thought pointe shoes were supposed to be pink!”

“I get mine in red because…” You blushed and looked up at Tae. In all of your time together, you hadn’t told him this yet. He grinned supportively, urging you on. “Well, our soulmate gene is the red string of fate. Well, it WAS red, but now it’s purple.”

“Why can’t I see it?” One of the dancers squinted like that would help her make out the invisible string that tied you together.

“It’s invisible.” Tae said mysteriously, waving one of his hands. He then traced the string from his finger to yours. “Like a ghost.”

“Cool!” One of the girls shouted. She examined her own hand, almost expecting to find a string tied to her finger. “I hope my gene is a string!”

“I think it’s the best.” You looked up at Tae and linked your pinkie with his. “Because it led me right to him.”

***

It was later that evening. You were just about to go on, but before you did, there was a knock on the dressing room door. You and Tae had been split up for a few hours while you warmed up officially with the other dancers. He couldn’t exactly be backstage, but when you opened the door to find him there, dressed in a nice suit and holding a single red rose, you just about swooned. Good lord, he cleaned up nice. Sure, you had seen countless clips and videos of him in a suit, but it was so different in person. He looked so sharp. So put together. So freaking handsome it just about knocked you off of your feet.

You were dressed for your tap number, a sexy ensemble consisting of a tuxedo vest, a short black skirt, a bow tie, a top hat, and black fishnets.

“Woah,” you both whispered in unison, each of your shocked expressions cracking into smiles.

“For you. I have more, but I wanted to give you one for luck.” He handed you the rose through the small opening in the doorway, your fingertips brushing against his warm ones. Even after everything you had already been through, those first tentative touches still electrified you like it was the first time.

“Thank you.” You accepted the rose, your ruby red lips upturning into a warm smile.

“Places in ten, ladies!” Called one of the stage managers.

“That’s my cue. But I’ll see you out there.” You stood on the toes of your tap shoes and pressed a scarlet kiss to his cheek that left him in a daze.

“Just follow the ribbon.” He whispered, so much more that the words he had spoken lingering behind his brown eyes. And then he walked back down the hall to the grand auditorium so he could watch the love of his life leave her heart on that gilded stage. 

[tae-spacito]

sope: a fairytale (pt. 1)

Word Count: 3393

J-Hope (Hoseok) x Suga (Yoongi)

Genre: Fluff; some crack ;)

Warnings: none! just crackhead bs, and kinda sorta fluff? idk 

Summary: So you think you know the story of Cinderella? As children, we all must have read the fairytale, or even seen the Disney movie, I’m sure! But have you heard of the fairytale of how Sope came to be? No? Well kiddos, here we have Hoseok, whose father is always out travelling for business, so he’s living with his step-mother and step-brothers, Namjoon and Seokjin. Meanwhile, on the other hand, we have our very own Prince Charming: Min Yoongi! Now buckle up kids, we’re gonna go on a magical ride! Here is the story of how Jung Hoseok and Min Yoongi lived happily ever after. ❤️

AN: YO WHADDUP TUMBLR!! It’s been a while since I updated with a story here... sorry!! :( I’ve been too busy with university and all, yea I know, excusessssss... besides, I’m now on break! So hopefully I can balance work with writing and y’all can get more frequent updates. Please enjoy this little weird thing I wrote up. It turned out to be way too long so I gotta split it up into 2 parts! Also to those who just finished exams, congratulations! And to those who just graduated, congrats to you all as well! Anywaysss, enough blabbing on my part. Happy reading!! *sends love* 

Hoseok quickly dashed into his room as soon as his step-brothers left the house. He threw open his closet doors and skimmed through his clothes, searching for the perfect outfit for the party.

“Shit, I can’t find anything to wear! I’m going to miss the biggest party of the year!” Hoseok whined.

Finding something close to suitable to wear in public, Hoseok ran into the bathroom and got ready. Upon coming out of his room, he searched for his favourite pair of shoes, which were nowhere to be seen.

“Argh, Namjoon did not just hide my Balenciaga’s…” Hoseok grunted. He ended up slipping on his worn-out loafers, fixed his orange-dyed hair and left the premises.

He had to make sure no one knew he got out of the house. Not even his step-brothers, Namjoon and Seokjin, or his step-mother. If they did, he’d be done for.

“And so, all eligible sons and daughters may attend the party hosted by Prince Yoongi, son and heir of the Kingdom. Please RSVP as soon as possible, since we need a few days to arrange for the guests.”

Hoseok’s stepmother closed the invitation and carefully placed it back into its thick and cream coloured envelope.

“Well my boys, looks like you two will be going to the party and having tons of fun, right?” Step-mother crooned.

“Hell, yeah mom! I’m gonna pick up some hot chicks and probably, hopefully, really get into something serious with one of ‘em.” Seokjin smirked. Namjoon elbowed him in the stomach.

“OW you idiot! What was that for?!”

Namjoon smiled sweetly and stepped forward, “Mom, I’ll make sure Seokjin doesn’t do anything stupid out there. We don’t want anyone spreading weird stuff about our family, right?”

Namjoon, Seokjin and the step-mother were busy planning about the party, meanwhile Hoseok was in the kitchen washing the huge load of dishes. He sighed and wistfully thought about Prince Yoongi’s party at Club Monaco, which was one of the most prestigious nightclubs in the city. Gathering courage, Hoseok entered the living room and asked Step-mother if he could go to the party as well.

“Huh? Hoseok, you want to go to the party?” Step-mother scoffed, “why, you don’t even have anything to wear!”

“Yeah mom, I know that, I was thinking of using my allowance money to go to the nearest store and buying some—”

“Oh, are you gonna match your outfit with your ugly neon green Balenciaga’s?” Namjoon snickered.

Hoseok gasped, “They’re not ugly! You guys just don’t know how to appreciate true fashion!”

Seokjin cackled, “Yeah f’ing right. You? Fashionable? What kind of delulu shit are you getting yourself into?”

“Boys, that’ll be enough!” Step-mother raised her voice. “Hoseok, if you want to go with your brothers, you’ll have to make sure the entire house is clean, and all your chores are completed!”

“Not to forget, find some other shoes to wear.” Seokjin muttered. Namjoon snickered upon hearing him.

Hoseok felt that he had a chance to prove to his step-mother that he can and will succeed in whatever he puts his mind onto. He had to go to the party, and no one would stop him otherwise.

Turns out, he wasn’t able to finish his chores, as Step-mother kept assigning him more things to do. On top of that, he had so much homework to catch up on but whilst in the middle of all this, he didn’t even touch his school bag. His step-mother had gone out to a friend’s place for a get-together, while Namjoon and Seokjin were on their way to Club Monaco in a luxurious limousine, where they would have the time of their lives.

Hoseok carefully placed pillows on his bed and covered them to make it look like he was sleeping before he left. If his step-mother came home and noticed the bed was empty, he’d be screwed. He left his house and locked the door and searched for a taxi to take him to the party.

It was 9 pm, the party is probably just getting started, Hoseok mused. He searched everywhere on the streets for a taxi, but none were in sight. Having wasted over 30 minutes on his street, Hoseok gave up and decided to walk towards the venue.

Passing by alleyways, Hoseok noticed people hiding around in them doing who knows what. Probably super sketchy stuff. Nonetheless, that meant he needed to get out of the area as soon as possible before he landed himself into trouble. A pungent smell wafted in the air, smelling like a mixture of a skunk’s spray and rotten eggs. The scent became more prominent as if he were coming close to it, or the smell was coming close to him.

Goosebumps rose along Hoseok’s arms and across the back of his neck. Feeling as though he was being watched or followed. He heard footsteps clapping loudly against the stone-cold pavement and heavy breathing behind him. He tries to look behind him without being too obvious and noticed two shadows on the ground. Not knowing what to do, he sped up and ran further away from the men that were following him.

Hoseok kept running, without paying attention to where he was going. His foot stumbled upon a rock and he tripped and fell onto the sidewalk.

“Oof!”

“Hey, kid! Watch where you’re going! What’re you doing here anyway?” One of the men grunted.

The two mysterious people stepped closer as they towered over Hoseok, shifting backwards as he was whimpering in fear. Before anyone could take action, Hoseok felt a harsh grip on his arm as it pulled him up and dragged him through one of the shops that were closed for the night.

It can definitely be said that Hoseok was screaming his ass off. Not to mention, clawing his sudden attacker on his neck.

“OW! Hoseok, shut up!” A deep voice exclaimed.

“WhoareyouandwhydidyoudragmeinhereIwilltellyourightnowthatmydadisacopand—“ Hoseok rambled loudly in fear until the lights flickered on and he noticed that he was in fact, safe and sound, and within safe perimeters.

He slowly glanced in front of him and saw his best friend Taehyung sitting in front of him wearing-

“What the fuck Tae! Also, what the hell are you wearing?!”

“OH GEE! I saved you from those weirdos out there, and you attack me, scream in my ear, attack my Gucci apparel, and I don’t even get a freaking thank you?!” Taehyung wailed.

Hoseok sighed deeply as he got up, rubbing his arms and walked towards Taehyung.

“Ok, thank you for saving my life and not letting me wither away out there in the cold and in the presence of those big guys. Also, what’s with the outfit? Trying out to be Gucci’s next top brand ambassador?”

Taehyung took off his oversized sunglasses and cocked an eyebrow. He was wearing an oversized white collared shirt, tucked into khaki coloured pants that flared out. He wore leather slippers, obviously Gucci, and a thick red, green and black striped belt, also Gucci. To top it all off, he had on a purple velvet cloak and a loosened red Gucci tie around his neck.

“Bro please, I was trying to make a fashion statement since I thought I was gonna be alone tonight at the shop. Guess I had some rescuing to do.” Taehyung rolled his eyes. “Besides, didn’t you say you were going to that party hosted by Prince Whoongi?”

“It’s Yoongi, you prick.” Hoseok rolled his eyes.

“Whatevs. Hey, what the heck are you wearing? You call that party wear?” Taehyung asked.

Hoseok flushed, “Y-yeah I was trying to find a good outfit for tonight but… but Mother wouldn’t let me…” He looked down, fumbling around with the hem of his shirt.

“Well Hobi, fear not!!” Taehyung exclaimed, “Wanna know why? ‘Cuz your fairy godmother, Vantae Kim is here to save the day! I mean, night!” He immediately rushed to the back of the room and began to frantically search through hangers.

With mock disgust, Hoseok took a step back, “Bro isn’t that some photographer guy? Did you actually just try to merge your name with his?” He snickered.

“Shut up, you need me the most at this time. Don’t you want to catch Yoongi’s attention there?” Taehyung winked, throwing finger guns at Hoseok.

“Oh, come on man, a prince? Noticing me? Have you been watching too many dramas these days?” Hoseok laughed.

“I may have watched too many dramas, but at least I know what needs to be done in terms of attracting someone into your pants.” Taehyung wiggled his eyebrows, smiling suggestively. He walked over to Hoseok carrying a ton of clothes and dumped them into his hands.

“Try this stuff on, I’ll help you arrange your look afterwards. Go, go, go!” He shoved Hoseok towards the dressing room.

Hoseok tried to speak but Taehyung shut the dressing room’s door on his face before he could even say a word.

“Wha—"

Taehyung called out behind the door, “I’ll be here picking out some accessories for you ok? Shout if you need me!”

“OK!” Hoseok called out in response, “Now where do we start…” he murmured, looking at the pile of clothes Taehyung picked out for him.

20 minutes later

Hoseok shifted uneasily as he put his hand on the doorknob. Deeply inhaling, he opened the door and walked outside of the dressing room.

“Ahh, there you are! I was wondering what took you so—” Taehyung turned around and stopped as he took in the view of Hoseok standing right in front of him.

“Oh, daaaamn! Hobi, my man, you look dashing as hell!”

Hoseok wore a crème coloured collar silk shirt with a bow adorning the neckline, slightly uneven, paired with a floral blazer on top, and black jeans. The sleeves of the silk shirt were protruding from the sleeves of the blazer, giving his outfit a classy touch. He rubbed the back of his neck nervously as he tried to avert his eyes from Taehyung, embarrassed by his reaction.

“D-do I look ok?” Hoseok stammered.

“Bro, I think you’re gonna snatch everyone’s hearts once you step into the party. Seriously.” Taehyung smiled his boxy grin, “hol’ up, lemme fix your shirt for you.”

Taehyung tucked in Hoseok’s silk shirt into his jeans and fixed the bow to make it even.

“There, much better!” Taehyung patted Hoseok’s shoulder, “now let’s fix your hair, and then find you some good shoes.” Unbeknownst to Hoseok, his best friend secretly smirked when he turned Hoseok around towards the stairs.

Hoseok was dragged upstairs to Taehyung’s “lair” where he spent 90% of his time designing new clothes and outfits. Not to mention experimenting on his workroom walls with paint. This lair was actually his apartment, which he personally got constructed so he could be close to his business. Hoseok sat down on the king-sized mattress, glancing at Taehyung in confusion as he dug through his personal closet. A few minutes later, Taehyung brings out a small rectangular shaped cardboard box, which seemed to carry a pair of shoes. He sets the box aside as he motions to Hoseok to get up and sit down in front of the vanity.

“This box is for later, let’s not worry about it. First, I gotta focus on making you look presentable.” Taehyung smirked.

Taking out a comb, blow dryer and some unrecognizable hair products, Taehyung began to work away. Not knowing where to look, Hoseok just sat there with his eyes closed. Seeing that, Taehyung chuckled quietly to himself, knowing that once he opens his eyes, he’ll be shocked. A few minutes later, Taehyung steps back to admire the hairstyle he created.

“Yo Hobi, wanna do me a favour and open your eyes so I can get some amazing feedback on the work I did?” Taehyung teased.

Hoseok slowly opened an eye as he looked at the person sitting across from him. His reflection. Having his hair blow-dried as it was styled to perfection. His hair was parted from the right, exposing some of that glorious forehead that Hoseok always covered up with his orange-dyed locks. Taehyung applied some hairspray to ensure that his hair doesn’t become unruly.

“Tae… is… is that me?” Hoseok pointed to his reflection with widened eyes.

“YES!! It is you! Do you like it?!” Taehyung squealed as he drummed his fingers along the desk he was leaning upon.

“I’ll be honest, I’ve seen you work wonders on others when you style them for their shoots but this? This is incredible. I-I don’t know how to thank you??” Hoseok grinned.

Taehyung hit Hoseok’s shoulder as he feigned annoyance, “Listen, did I not tell you I’d be your fairy godmother for tonight? I don’t need anything in return! I just need you to do me one favour though”

“Which is?”

“Go and have the time of your life!!” Taehyung yelled enthusiastically, “Oh, let me take a few pictures of you! You’ll charm everyone’s pants off!!” He grabbed his camera and snapped a few pics, earning a chuckle from Hoseok as he weirdly posed for the camera.

“Oh right! Before we forget…” Taehyung remembered the box he took out of his closet. He walked across his room and fetched the shoe box, and placed it in Hoseok’s hands, “Open it!!!” Taehyung gleefully smiled.

Hoseok looked at him in confusion, shook his head and slowly opened the box. He peered into the box, then suddenly his eyes widen in surprise.

“TAE, ARE THESE THE NEWEST BALENCIAGAS?!” Hoseok yelled. He stroked the smooth leather of the loafers.

“Surpriiiseidiot! I had these shipped in for you so I could give it to you for your birthday next year before these even entered the market. Consider this entire thing my birthday treat for you. You owe me big time, dude.” Taehyung grinned.

“Yo, I’ll make it up to you, big time. Thank you, thank you, thank you!!!”Hoseok jumped around.

“No need, my man! I was just joking! There’s no need to owe me back anything at all! Put them on, I’ll go call a taxi to take you there.” Taehyung smiled warmly, patting Hoseok’s shoulder.

Taehyung called a taxi to take Hoseok to Club Monaco, and Hoseok sat down to wear his shoes. The two went downstairs to the entrance of the stores, excitedly conversing about the party. Once the taxi arrived, he hugged Hoseok tightly.

“Also, another thing I must mention to you, as your fairy godmother,” Taehyung put on a serious tone, “this isn’t real life Cinderella, where you need to get back home before midnight, where your carriage turns into a pumpkin, and horses into mice. Go have fun and get some action for once!” He ended off with a cheeky grin.

Hoseok laughed, getting into the taxi, “Okay, bro! I’ll update you on everything! Not, every, every single thing, but anyways, I really wish you could come with me!”

Taehyung shook his head, “Nah dude, I got tons of designing to do for my upcoming clothesline. But definitely next time, we’ll go together!”

Hoseok pouted, “Argh, alright. Good luck! Let me know how things go!”

Taehyung winked, “I think I should be saying that to you, shouldn’t I? Lemme know if you got into someone’s pants by the end of the night!”

“Shut up, Tae! I’m not giving you any details!” Hoseok cringed.

“Uhh, if you guys are done, can we go now?” The driver hesitantly asked, face beet red.

Hoseok and Taehyung turned to look at the driver, and Hoseok choked out a ‘yes’ while his face, in turn, was becoming red. The driver probably thought they were both nuts. In fact, everyone in town thought the two were nuts. Ever since Taehyung made Hoseok run through the town butt-naked, and in turn forced Taehyung to climb the local seamstress’s roof and yodel at the ass crack of dawn. Ahh, just best friend things!

Hoseok shut the door and waved goodbye to his best friend, as the taxi driver drove off into the night.

Approximately 15 minutes later, they drove through a luxurious neighbourhood with lots of expensive cars, flashy outdoor home apparel and huge fountains decorating most of the entrances of the mansions they pass by. Hoseok gaped at the view with his mouth in a slight o-shape. He didn’t realize when the car stopped until the driver told him they arrived.

“It’ll be $15.75 please.” The driver hummed.

Hoseok took out his wallet and saw that he was short of 75 cents, but since the taxi driver seemed to be in a good mood, he accepted the $15 from him and drove off. He turns around and observes his surroundings. There right in front of him was the most prestigious club of all time, Club Monaco.

The club was surrounded by palm trees and soft hues of blue and green rays shone up from the lights embedded on the sidewalk. Hoseok could hear a soft bass thumping noise coming from the entrance, not too loud to deafen his ears though. As he approached the red carpet, he enters a line-up of people that were trying to get in. Still not familiar with the atmosphere, Hoseok kept glancing around and absorbing each and every little thing he could notice. From faint splashing noises, indicating an outdoor pool of some sort, to the people’s outfits, Hoseok took note of everything. He just tried not to show himself as a newbie amongst all the elite people he was surrounded by.

“Heard the bouncer is being quite selective about who enters and who doesn’t…” He overhears a girl talking to her friends. Suddenly getting nervous, Hoseok turns around and asks,

“What do you mean being selective about who goes in? Doesn’t everyone get access to the club?”

The girl shook her head, her long brown locks moving around with every movement, “Not tonight I’m afraid, it’s the Prince’s party, they must have some sort of agenda they’d be following.”

Hoseok sighed, “Well, maybe I should get going. This isn’t a place for some commoner like me.”

“Commoner? Boy, are you out of your mind? You look freakin’ gorgeous! I’m betting they’ll totally let you in!” The brunette replied with a grin, “Am I right ladies?”

One girl gave him a once over and winked, while the other friend smirked and nodded. “You’ll be fine! Say, this your first time at Club Monaco?” The brunette asked, “My name’s Natalie, by the way!”

“Nice to meet you, Natalie!” Hoseok smiled cheekily, “I’m Hoseok, and yes, it’s my first time here. Kinda nervous, but really excited to see what this place has in store tonight!”

Natalie scooted closer, “Hoseok, huh? Let me tell you one thing, don’t miss the chance to check out the outdoor pool they got here! You’ll love it!” She grinned.

The line-up near the entrance quickly started to move, and Hoseok, Natalie and her two friends were at the door. The bouncer looked at Hoseok, giving him a once over and gave a nod, sending the approval for entering. He looks at the three girls and scrunched his nose. Before the bouncer said anything, Hoseok interrupted him.

“The girls are with me.” He smiled suavely, showing off his pearly whites. The man raised his eyebrows and smiled, “Ok, go on in. Have fun ladies!”

Natalie and her friends cheered as she gave Hoseok a hug, “Thanks, love! I believe you saved our girl’s night out!”

Hoseok raised his hand for a high five and Natalie reciprocated, “I believe you three have to go and enjoy your night now, I won’t be holding you back any longer!”

Natalie gushed, “But first, let’s exchange numbers! Let’s not let this be the first and last meeting we have!”

Hoseok, Natalie and her two friends, named Laura and Jasmine, all exchanged numbers and went their own respective ways. Not knowing where to go first, Hoseok opened the first door he saw in his line of sight and entered the room. Muted music suddenly blared into his ears as he cracked the door open. Hoseok’s mind, body and soul were all ready to be engulfed by the music as he got ready to spend one of his best nights at Club Monaco, not realizing how truly amazing of an experience it would be for him.

A/N: end of part one! i apologize if there are any spelling or grammatical errors in here hahaha i will be coming in with part 2 soon! as always, if you have any questions, feedback, or even requests, feel free to send me an ask! take care fellow readers, happy summer! :)

[jinships-ideas]

BTS Run 35 - The Jin Harem

Namjin Shippers! I’m calling all of you out! Because you guys are in for some FANTASTIC moments!

This ep is chock full of goodness and jin harem moments.

Let’s begin!

We start it off with 2Seok!

Hobi’s got his hands on what’s good!

Those Worldwide Shoulders!

Hobi smoothly sliding his arm over Jin’s shoulders

I guess just a slight touch isn’t satisfying enough huh?

What’s this?

Oh, Just Hobi, casually SNIFFING JIN.

Boy needs to keep himself in check!

This is too sensual

*badum tss*  I’m HILARIOUS

I swooned at this 

Cuties with that height difference and the biggest smiles

Also, these two were standing arm to arm while others had a gap between them 

:’)

HNNNG

I SAW THAT

WE ALL SAW THAT

JIN YOU AIN’T SLICK!

Hobi: If you wanted to hold my hand, just say so. Jin: I don’t know what you are talking about Hobi: I can’t let you hold  more than just my hand

Namjin is driving me crazy

I literally started rambling to myself about how much I love this ship

Jin: *scoffs* Look at this man trying to sneakily lay his hands on me

Joonie: I TOUCHED HIM!! HEHEHE

HNNNNNNG

THEY ARE SO GOOD TOGETHER

I missed Namjin SO DAMN MUCH

TELL ME THAT AIN’T SWEET

I WILL FIGHT YOU

(ง •̀_•́)ง 

This was IMMEDIATELY after the previous GLORIOUS namjin moment

Joonie: OMg I can’t believe we did that. In front of all the cameras. *hehe* Jin: SeokJin-ah You need to control yourself. There are cameras everywhere! Reflect on it!

That sneaky little glance at the HOT man

Get it. Cos Jin’s in red. (I mean even if he isn’t he’s still hot ¯\_(ツ)_/¯)

Joonie. REMEMBER THE CAMERAS.

Joonie chatting away with Jinnie while PD-nim is talking...

Pay attention guys... to something OTHER than each other

This is Namjin STILL chatting without a care of what PD-nim is saying

Hobi... We see the skinship...

YOU GUYS AIN’T SLICK

WE SEE ALL

👀

When did Yoongi teleport beside Jin?

( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

Also... Joonie looks HUGE

Guess this time it’s touchy Hobi huh?

LOVE IT

Chim... You didn’t have to reach for his hand if all you wanted was the paper...

( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

Once again, Jin is more interested in what teams the others are instead of his own team

He is so obviously staring at Tae’s paper

2Seok looking at each other’s paper

Can I point out at Jin has yet to look at his own paper?

Guess everyone is touchy with Jin this week huh?

NOT that I’m complaining

I ENJOY IT

EVERYONE LOVES TO REACH OUT FOR JINNIE

TAE IS NO EXCEPTION

Look at how bright these 2 are smiling

Tae looks ESCTATIC

(I HAVE TO point out, Tae has NOT been on the same team as Jin for a very long time. The last time was the bowling episode where TaeJinKook was in 1 team. That’s how long ago it was.)

 You bet your ass these 2 babies are hyped af to be on the same team

TaeTae... Mind sharing with us what you got your eyes on?

( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

Joonie has his hands on Jin AGAIN

RISE NAMJIN AND TAEJIN SHIPPERS

I AM SO SATISFIED

TAEJIN GAHHH 

Possessive Tae having his arm around Jinnie

Joonie: really? In front of my kimchi salad?

(Y’all thought I was done with the salad meme)

Jinnie: *Minding his business and talking to the rest* Tae: Das right everyone. I got my hands on him. Jealous? You should be. Joonie: How dare you betray me Jin. 

Taejin sticking REAL close together.

They have every right to be since they are finally on the same team after god knows how long

Also, HOLY SHIT. JIN IS BROAD AF.

Namjoon needs to learn the art of being subtle...

Your stares are way too obvious...

Please listen to PD-nim...

Tae: This is a memorable moment. I need the paper as a memento for this wonderful day.

Jin looks TINY AF

Stop slouching Jinnie!

Where has your pride as the 2nd tallest gone to?

I just realised... KIMs are the top3 in height in Bangtan...

Bless the KIM Genes

This looks so PURE

Joonie You PURE BABY!!!

DOMESTIC AF

Once again, Height difference between 2 Tols

Tae Singing ‘Mom’ the song that Jin covered before...

A little bub wants attention from Worldwide Handsome-nim huh?

Namjin Mirroring

Such Handsome mirrors

Tae complying with Jinnis’e song request~

Joonie can’t stand it and tries to shove Tae out of the way XD

Difference between Yoonjin’s shoulder height

Jin is crouching down here...

Yoongi isn’t...

Smol x Tol is cute AF

Aren’t you two a little too close?

Even when crouching Jin’s shoulder is higher than Yoongs...

:’)

Namjin being lame with their puns...

Joonie is acting cute to Jin with his pun

OMG THIS TOL IS SO SOFT for Jin 

FOND FOND FOND

Tae wants to be praised by Jinnie!

He shows off his ‘BTS’ Radish and succeeds!

Hobi clearly shows the huge radish to JIN who is all the way across the room

also... yoonjin are so damn close together

:’)

Jin fondly laughs at Joonie’s ‘knifework’ and confusion

FOND FOND FOND

TAEJIN YOOOOOOO

When tae sang ‘save me’ at Jin’s request earlier...

그 손을 내밀어줘 save me save me I need your love before I fall, fall 

Guess he had an ulterior motive huh?

You know what? 

I WAS THE ONE THAT GOT SAVED

THANK GOODNESS FOR TAEJIN

Tae being smitten af over it

Joonie wants to join too~

Chef-nim Jin scolding his 2 inexperienced sous-chef

SOMEONE PLEASE WRITE THIS!

Taejin laughing happily at each other ft. Serious Joonie blocking Tae’s smile from the cam

Hobi responding to Jin from all the way across the room

(Jin wasn’t talking to him though)

Jinnie even went ‘What did you say???’

Hobi’s plan to get Jin’s attention: Failed

Jin responding to Joonie’s question for Hobi...

They are really gunning it with the attention huh?

Jin: Yah... This feels weird

DAMN RIGHT IT IS. IT EVEN LOOKS WEIRD...

Why are you on your knees, looking up at Namjoon?!

Is this some kinky shit?

Happy Tae is Happy after feeding Jin and receiving a positive response~

Jinnie laughing at Chimbub for the ‘slightly weird tasting’ kimchi

Jinnie feeding Chim :’)))

So he teases then pampers him huh?

Hobi wants Jinnie’s Kimchi too!

“I want it too hyung!”

(Too bad Jin was too far away so Kind Tae fed him~)

Jin x PD-nim makes another comeback this episode...

This is now an actual ship right?

Hobi ‘singing’ ‘mom’ towards the KIMs

Attention seeking for Jin at it’s best

Jin glaring at Joonie for staining his beautiful face with his juice

Kimchi juice for y’all dirty minded peeps

( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

This looks more like cheeky looks than a glare...

I am just a softie for Namjin ok?

Tae: It’s fine because it looks attractive on you

DAMN TAE YOU AND YOUR GLIB TONGUE!

Namjin impressed at Tae’s naming sense for their ‘dish’

Tae and his Glib tongue pt.2

Minbutt resting his ass on the couch

This isn’t a jinship moment but I just felt like writing minbutt once so yeah

So... Jin X Staff is a legit thing now

He even tutted when the staff reached out his hand to get the kimchi

Jinnie WANTED to feed him!

Joonie: Really? In front of MY kimchi?

FOND FOND FOND

Joonie is fond for Jin

FIGHT ME

(ง •̀_•́)ง

Jinderella working hard while the 2 foolish Kim Princes struggle with vinyl gloves...

Jin really had work cut out for him this episode XD

JINDERELLA IS MAD!

The 2 Kim Princes can only laugh at their foolishness and smile in fondness for the complaining Chef-nim.

Daddy Jin...

DADDY JIN

DADDY JIN

The KIMs are enjoying their time together~

Minbutt teasing Junghope

(It’s not a Jinship moment but I wanted to write Minbutt again...so yeah)

These 3 KIMs were really just in their own world the entire time huh?

Joonie: AHHH HE IS TOUCHING ME!!!!!!

Tae: Really? In front of our Kimchi?

They disapproved at Jin’s (totally correct) actions so loud that even MachineKook turned to look at them.

(Tae lamented so loudly...damn that boy is a tough man)

Tae:*immediately changes tune after Jin expressed displeasure at their lamenting*

WHIPPED

SMACK THAT!

I couldn’t resist OK?!

They muted Namjin’s conversation...

Wonder what it was about...

I am that lady at the back

We are all that lady at the back

The amount of Namjin eye contact is so satisfying

Tae wants some of Jinnie’s attention too~

Joonie: *laughing at how Tae messed up while interrupting the Namjin time*

Jin: * nagging at Tae for his mistake of dirtying the sesame seed bottle*

Tae: *smiling because nagging is still attention from his precious Jinnie*

Namjin are really treating the other people there as invisible huh...

Jinnie... YOUR HAND

WHERE ARE YOU PUTTING YOUR HAND??

( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

Jin’s hand once again...

TOUCHY JIN IS BACK

I LOVE THIGH TOUCHES BETWEEN BANGTAN OK?!

Also, the tone of his voice when he spoke to Joonie...

:’)

It’s so soft and gentle???

I can’t deal!

NAMJIN ARE SOFT AND PURE AND DOMESTIC

JINMIN!!!

CHIM IS LEANING ON JIN’s SHOULDER

HALLELUJAH!

Jin is helping Hobi and JK by cutting their pork for them~

Such a kind little bub

His little dimple :’)

Jin leaning into Chim after tasting Hobi and JK’s kimchi

JK: O_O

Bless Jk’s and Hobi’s effort and kimchi for giving us such a marvelous Namjin moment!

Namjoon, you might think you are sneaky and slick

YOU AIN’T dear boy

Jimin acknowledging Jin’s efforts and hard work at leading the 2 KIMs that are bad in the kitchen

Jinnie denies any solo effort, acknowledging Tae and Joonie’s help!

I LOVE THE KIM FAM

Ft. RJ ?!!

Is there a need to squeeze so tightly together like this????

They both switched places but are still stuck together...

Guess they needed some time together after practically 0 interaction throughout the episode huh?

Jin nudging Hobi’s arm slightly~

Jinkook be mirroring each other.

When looking alike is not enough, they gotta pose alike too

HOBI! Where is your hand... Who/What are you touching?!

Joonie leaning on that broadass back

PRIVILLEGED

YOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

NAMJIN BE DISHING OUT MOMENTS LEFT AND RIGHT THIS EPISODE

BLESS THIS EPISODE

*Clutches heart while rolling around, mumbling ‘Namjin is Love’*

Joonie: *looks at the rest* He is mine Jinnie: *looks to the cam and all the fans* I’m his

He really wants to keep his hands on Jin huh?

He wwas sliding his hand up and down Jin’s arm...

Keep the fondling in check Joonie...

Us Namjin shippers are dying here!!!

He is STILL NOT GETTING HIS HANDS OFF JIN

NAMJIN BE THRIVING 

That’s it for this week’s Kimchi episode!

The amount of Namjin is so damn unbelievable!!! I AM A HAPPY POTATO :’)

Hope you guys enjoyed~

I SURE DID!

Until Next time~

[cosmic-aria]

ok maybe i’ve been playing too much persona but what if the girls ARE them?

not completely but like, an aspect of their personalities or an emotion that they have to come to terms with and learn to understand in order to love themselves??

what makes me think this is:

1) the ages

some of these girls are much too young for this to be a romantic thing, like there is no way that they would be cast for that role [for some of them] if that was the case.

2) hoseok “not having a girl”

hoseok actually DOES have a female counterpart, but y’all are looking at this in a “girlfriend” way [which doesn’t work for the reasons stated above]. it’s his mother who abandoned him. her absence IS what he is having to come to terms with, so her NOT being there and hoseok having to learn to deal with this emptiness in order to love himself is going to be the main point of this for him.

3) maybe its just me but these girls each remind me a LOT of bts

the way they look and their mannerisms, the things they are doing, and even their style just??? reminds me a lot of each member’s character?? [especially tae, jin, and suga’s girls??.. and heck jimin’s girl is so pretty she looks like she could be his twin sister].

4) the concept “Love Yourself”

i feel like with how much deep and abstract stuff bts has given us over the years, they would not boil their entire “love yourself” concept down to “being in a relationship will make you happy and forget your horrible depression and insecurities :) ”. i feel like these boys, more than anyone, would understand that that’s NOT how life works. i trust them.

SO, looking back on the highlight reel with this point of view, it seems to start telling a story much more in line with the posters they released. some are obvious like hoseok’s, others we don’t have all the information yet but here’s some of my best guesses: Jin: is gonna be the one that links all the stories together at the end again, the rest is still too vague to speculate on, but i feel like he’s gonna end up being our narrator at some point

Jungkook: its hard to say what the extent of his injuries are, he could just be recovering or perhaps he can no longer walk. he is barreling ahead and she brings him to a complete stop. this girl is also admitted to the hospital and she shakes his hand. she could represent his new reality after the accident, but considering that she brought him to such a sudden halt, perhaps she is the car accident making him stop running ahead recklessly, and actually thinking about his life and what he wants. Suga: this one again is going to need more context and seems to tie in with jungkook and possibly namjoon, but im not sure how yet. and the girl, omg does she look so much like yoongi, and she appears very young. she stops him from smoking and takes the lighter out of his hand [we all know about the ongoing thing with suga and fire], then she walks over and picks up a guitar. this has to be something about him and his childhood love for music saving him from himself.

Namjoon: this girl is handing out fliers, trying desperately to be heard as everyone walks past and ignores her and she seems upset and frustrated over not being heard/understood. this is another one that will need more context before i can further speculate. Not sure how this is gonna tie into tae’s story quite yet but the posters are definitely hinting at a connection.

Taehyung: this links in to his character’s past of acting out and breaking the law as an outlet for his pain and the bad things he has done because of this. like having this girl stealing and tae stopping her just makes me more sure of these girls being these aspects of their personalities that they have to learn deal with. 

Jimin: (oh boy this one is loaded with symbolism). the color pallet of this section of the video seems to be very important. everything is pale and blue and washed out and there is hoseok shining like the brightest orange beacon you’ll ever see. your focus is immediately drawn to him, and unlike the other clips, the girl is not the first visible interaction. its just jimin filming hobi dancing, then the girl enters the room and immediately goes to hoseok, again, him being the main focus and jimin blending in to the background. she gives him a cake and says “happy birthday!” to which hoseok replies “but its not my birthday”. the cake is white and covered in blueberries with one orange candle [mirroring the aesthetic for this whole clip]. jimin is still filming at this point and zooms in to get a clearer picture of her, when she turns to him he immediately gets flustered and stops filming. she then turns and beckons for him to join them. hoseok also turns to jimin at this point and smiles. now i may be reading too much into this and bighit may not allow them to explore a concept like this. but personally i think she is the representation of jimin falling in love with hoseok and trying to ignore those feelings and deny that part of himself. you know that feeling where you are casually talking with someone [or in this case, filming them dancing] and suddenly there is this pang in your chest and it hits you like “wow i have feelings for this person” and you immediately try to cover them up? that is the emotion this girl seems to be?? because she is jimin’s character, but her focus is always hoseok, the focus of this whole clip was hoseok. and when jimin sees this emotion he tries to deny it but she is beckoning for him to join them. like maybe im wrong and it’s a love triangle but... the artist in me is yelling about the camera angles and the timing and the color pallet and i just can’t ignore it.

Hoseok: and as i stated earlier, the female counterpart for hoseok is his mother and the emotion he will have to deal with is the fear of abandonment and her absence from his life. and considering his reaction to the cake [if we’re going with the idea from jimin’s that its a representation of love and affection], it seems like he will need to learn to trust again. he was given this token of affection and instead of being happy, he was scared. as it is now he seems to fear that anyone who he lets in will abandon him just like she did. [im gonna cry for a week about this honestly bighit you’re trying to kill me here]. so yeah, that’s my take on all of this and honestly feels like a more likely route for this story to go than “bts all gets girlfriends who make them forget about their depression except hoseok, bye”. hope this helps some of the army’s out there who were upset at this highlight reel, it’ll be ok fam, trust in the boys.

[insearchofanexit]

!!!!! TELL US ABOUT YOUR B99 BANGTAN HEADCANONS!!!! sorry for yelling

@jaekachu said: Cara I saw you talk your tags about B99 Bangtan Headcanons and about asking you about your other headcanons. So here I am, so can you tell me about your other B99 Bangtan headcanons?

I DIDN’T EXPECT PEOPLE TO ACTUALLY ASK OH NO

No lol it’s not a big deal. I love B99, I love Bangtan, so OBVIOUSLY I’m gonna think about Bangtan in a B99 scenario. And it all started with Jimin as Amy!

Listen. Park Jimin is THEEEEE PERFECT Santiago. Offstage he’s such a stickler for rules and tradition and modesty that it’s really quite comical compared to his onstage persona. And he’s got a silly streak ten miles wide, too, so it’s not just 100% uptight goody-goody. Not to mention his fierce competitive streak. Like. Come on man. He’s Santiago, the end, any other interpretations are wrong.

And ideally for my own happy shipping needs I’d say Hobi or Nams as Jake. But come on. Let’s be fuckin’ real here. Tae is Jake. I vote him most likely to try and get his partners to make up personas when dealing with eyewitnesses just because he gets bored. Tae would make up an Olympics-style game to win a mediocre chair. Tae would have a theme song for E V E R Y T H I N G.

The obvious choice for Terry is Kook, but I don’t like the obvious most of the time and I always think of Jin as Terry. Jin’s a gym rat and he’s health conscious (even while stuffing his mouth with all the things). He’s a big dude who is very soft and sweet and I just. Love Jin as Terry a lot okay.

Speaking of the obvious - Yoongi for Diaz, right? WRONG MOTHERFUCKER YOONGI IS GINA. Overly confident weirdo who wants to do literally everything BUT their job? Yoongi. You cannot tell me imagining Yoongi in a “Yoongi Told You So” shirt isn’t perfect.

Now listen here’s where I need y’all to trust me okay - I like Hobi as Diaz. A LOT. I’m talking sad resting face Hobi. Offstage Hobi. The Hobi that stepped off camera that one time when Jimin was getting out of line and did SOMETHING that got Jimin to immediately straighten up his act. THAT Hobi is Diaz.

I don’t really have to explain why Kook’s weird ass is Boyle, right?

Aaaaand finally Nams! Nams has a lot more emotions than Holt, but I see him in the role of captain anyway. And being constantly disappointed because...wow his precinct is full of idiots. But he loves them anyway.

[fresh-outta-jams]

Life in Vivid Color

Life in Vivid Color Hoseok x Reader Soulmate AU

Author: Admin Mo Sequel to Rainbow Connection (Link in Masterlist) Word Count: 2.2k Genre: Fluffy Soulmate Fluff

You fired up your camera and focused the lens on Noodle, your adorable snake.

“Are you ready to meet Hobi today, Noodle?” You asked, reaching out to gently stroke his scaly white head with your index finger. “I think he’s ready. Now, if Hobi will be ready for Noodle is another question entirely. I may or may not have told him about my beautiful baby. But, uh, I’ll edit in the clip of Hobi’s previous experience with snakes later. This won’t be up until he’s here anyway.”

You laughed and turned the camera on yourself. It was obvious you were exhausted, given it was around 4am and you were up for a music video shoot. You checked your phone.

“It is...4:12 am at the moment. I uh, I have a music video shoot today and I have like two hours of makeup because we’re going for a mermaid concept for the Blue music video. Catch me falling asleep in the hair and makeup trailer.” You struggled to keep your eyes open, even standing up. “Stop 1: my coffee machine. Then work. And Hobi is meeting me on set because he may or may not have a teeny role in it. Maybe. Who knows? But yeah, I haven’t seen him since the Disney trip so I really just can’t wait for him to hold me.” You sighed, closing your eyes. “Hobi gives the best hugssssss…I’m so lucky, you don’t even know.”

You made your coffee and scrolled through some of the questions from Twitter you had screen-shotted earlier. “Alright, so a lot of you are asking me if I listened to Hixtape and um, it’s my ringtone, it’s my text tone, it’s my alarm when I wake up. You think I’m exaggerating, but-” Your phone started ringing and Daydream’s chorus started playing. “See? Proud girlfriend.”

“Hey baby,” you answered the phone.

“We’re six hours away. I’m going to sleep but I wanted to say good morning to my rainbow girl.”

“Aww, well good morning, sunshine.” You smiled. “I can’t wait to see you today. I was just talking about you, actually. I’m filming a vlog.”

“Tell your subscribers I say ‘hi’.”

“He says ‘hi’.” You told the camera, causing Hobi to chuckle. “Get some sleep, alright? I’ll see you when you wake up.”

“I love you.”

“Love you too.” You hung up. “God, I love him so much. Listen, kiddos. Everything your parents and teachers tell you about soulmates that you kind of wave off and go ‘oh yeah whatever’, all of that is true. Seems like BS, but the minute I laid my eyes on him, I knew. Mostly because the world literally burst into color, but, yeah. There is so much love in my heart for this man.”

You finished off your vlog and drank your coffee and got to set in time for hair and makeup. The stylists worked, tying your hair back so they could layer the blue wig over top. Then, they created a scale effect on your face and arms, painted gorgeous silver glitter on your eyelids and cheeks. Next, you got into costume, silver shells and a huge sparkling silver tail. It was quite the look. The stylists layered crystalline jewelry on your neck, wrists, and fingers, finishing if off with a crown made of pretty shells.

You filmed most of the beginning of the video, in which you made a daring escape from a sea witch, whose inky black tentacles threatened to drag you into the deep. An analogy to your Gray Syndrome depression. And once you escaped her grasp, and burst free, so did a wave of color. You went through the ocean, slowly restoring the hues and life to the deep sea that had been darkened by her black magic.

The playback footage was amazing. It really got your message through. You had been stuck in that deep pit for so long that even watching it like this really hit home. It was sure to be even more beautiful and powerful once the effects were put in.

“(Y/N), Hoseok is here.” One of the producers told you. You moved to get up but remembered that you were trapped in place by the large silver mermaid tail currently binding your legs together.

“Can someone bring him to me?” You asked, laughing. The crew laughed too, one of the interns running off to find him. “HOBIIIIIIIII!”

“I’m comINGGGG!”

You heard a call steadily growing louder as your soulmate ran to you. He nearly knocked you off of the fake rock you were sitting on and both of you erupted into a fit of giggles. He kissed your cheeks a million times before his lips found yours.

“There’s my rainbow girl.” He smiled and it felt like you were staring directly into the sun.

“I would get up to hug you, but uh-” You motioned to your tail. “I’m stuck.”

“Then I’ll come to you.” Hobi wrapped his arms around you tight, kissing your temple. “I’m ready to be your handsome prince.”

You reached up and gently stroked his cheek with your thumb. “You already are.”

***

Filming went (no pun intended) swimmingly. Hobi filmed his scene and then you filmed your scene together for the ending, and finally, you got out of the tail and back into your leggings and flowy flowery top. As soon as you were free from the wig and makeup and everything else, you ran to where Hobi was standing and jumped into his waiting arms, wrapping your legs around his waist like a koala.

“Much better,” you whispered into his ear, leaning in to peck his cheek.

Hobi’s arms tightened around your waist and he laughed. “I missed you so much, jagi.”

“I missed you too.”

Once you grabbed your stuff, the two of you went through the Panda Express drive-thru and back to your place. You sat at the dining room table across from each other and ate lunch, talking about all of the little things you had forgotten to mention over the phone or in your texts to one another.

As soon as you were finished eating, you headed out onto the town and picked up some of your other musical friends for a beach day adventure.

“So this is the famous J-Hope I’ve heard so much about.” Your friend Natalia slid into the back seat and finally made eye contact with your soulmate. “(Y/N) never stops talking about you.”

“Really?” Hobi smiled and put a hand over his heart, smiling wide. “Awww! Babyyyyy!”

Your face went red and you hid behind your hands. “Don’t look at me, I’m so red.”

Hoseok gently moved your hands away from your face and kissed your cheek. “A beautiful color for my beautiful girl.”

“Aaaaaah, hushhhhh…” You blushed deeper, laughing as he carefully tickled your middle with one of his long fingers. “Hobiiiiii!”

You picked up three other friends and then arrived at the beach in the middle of a perfect, sun-filled day. After pulling your keys out of the car and getting out, you pulled on your white sun hat and shades. A loose white BTS shirt hid your rainbow one-piece, and on your back, it said ‘J-HOOOOOOPE!’ in bold black letters.

“I like your shirt, jagi.” His finger traced a line across your shoulders and then he wrapped his arms around you from behind, kissing your cheek.

“Gotta show the world I’m yours somehow, right?” You grinned.

He laughed and tightened his grip, lifting you off of the ground and into his arms. Hoseok was smiling so bright and the sky was so blue and you swore you had never been happier in your entire life.

Hobi ran over to the umbrella your friends had set up, yelling the whole way while you laughed at him. God, you loved the noises he made. But when he got closer to the water, he ran right past your friends and out to the ocean.

“Hoseok…” You looked up at him with a warning in your eyes. He laughed mischievously. “Hoseok, I swear to God.”

“It’s just water.” He grinned.

You squirmed, trying to escape his grasp before he dropped you into the water, but it was no use. He was stronger than you and determined to put you in those waves.

“You little- aaah!” You shouted as you hit the water. He laughed, getting in the water himself. He didn’t care that his shirt was getting all wet, nor that your sun hat was floating helplessly while you splashed back to the surface.

As soon as you were both above water again, you splashed him, laughing while he did the same. Eventually, you went back to the umbrella and put on sunscreen. Hobi helped get the spot between your shoulder blades and you slathered the thick white cream all over his back, laughing as he squirmed and shrieked at your cold touch.

“(Y/N), did you bring a speaker?” asked Alex, one of your friends from your recording studio. He was the owner’s son, and he and his girlfriend had come to spend the day at the beach with you and the others.

“Should be in my bag. It’s the big Beats pill.”

“Oh, found it.” He pulled it out of the bag and you connected it to your phone through bluetooth.

You clicked on your beach playlist and Katy Perry’s ‘California Girls’ started playing. Hobi began dancing. He spun you around and then pulled you into him. You weren’t all that confident in your dancing, especially compared to your soulmate, who was quite literally a god at it, but you were getting better since you and Silence and Red had been practicing together for a surprise for the boys.

After a while, the six of you started playing a lively game of beach volleyball, and right as you served the ball, a very familiar song started playing. The ball hit the sand on the opposite side of the net and Hobi stopped to listen as Daydream started playing from your speaker. You watched, a grin on your face as he started dancing and excitement spread through him.

“This is your playlist?” He asked.

“Of course this is my playlist.” You laughed, standing on your toes to kiss him. “It’s a bop, babe, of course it’s on my beach playlist.”

“Y’all are too cute.” Natalia turned the volleyball over in her hands. “But that doesn’t mean I’m going easy on you.”

“Bring it on.”

***

You went back to your place later that evening sunkissed and tired as all hell. Hobi carried your stuff inside, despite your offers to help him. He just grinned a sleepy grin and took your big bag from you. You unlocked the door and turned on the lights of your large LA home.

“Jagi, where’s your bathroom?” He asked after setting the bag on the dining room table.

“Down the hall, second door on the right.” You pointed, still half-asleep. It didn’t even occur to you what else was down the hall until you heard his blood-curdling scream.

Noodle.

You sprinted to where Hoseok was frozen, horror in his eyes as he looked at the adorable white scaly creature. “Baby, it’s okay. It’s just Noodle.”

“I-I h-hate s-s-snakeu.” He shuddered.

You wrapped your arms around him from behind and pulled him back, further away from Noodle’s tank, speaking softly as you did so in an attempt to calm him down. “It’s fine. You’re fine. It’s fine. He can’t get the lid off of his tank. Believe me, he’s tried. And even if he did, he doesn’t have fangs.”

He was still shaking, but less now. “Sorry, jagi…” he apologized softly.

“It’s okay to be scared, baby. You don’t need to be sorry.” You walked in front of him and reached up, turning his face down towards yours. Your smile was soft, head tilting to the side and looking over him with concern. “You okay?”

“Mmhmm…” He bent down and buried his face in your shoulder, wrapping his arms around your waist. His arms were still trembling a little bit, but the jitters were slowly seeping out of him as he inhaled your scent and pulled you close. “I’m okay.”

“I’ll make dinner if you want to use the bathroom upstairs instead.”

“I love you,” He whispered, arms holding you just a little tighter.

“I love you too.” You gave Hobi directions to get there and then put a pot of water on the stove.

Around fifteen minutes later, you were sitting at your dining room table, a few candles flickering in the dim room and a large plate of spaghetti sitting between you. Hobi smiled mischievously as he watched the tail end of a long noodle swerve across the plate. While you were distracted by the stars outside, he picked up the end and put it in his mouth. You didn’t even notice until you felt a soft pair of lips against yours and then his large hands framing your soft cheeks.

You kissed him back and both of you stood up from the table, meal long forgotten as you got lost in each other’s touch. It didn’t matter how much you saw him or how often, you realized. You would never get enough of this. You would never get enough of him.