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thebangtancloud · 6 months ago

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bts reaction being very rude towards reader the whole day. please make it angstyyyy

He's being rude ~ BTS Reactions (Hyung Line)

Genre: Angst Warnings: I'll try to make the scenarios a bit different in each one. quite angsty, lol. brace yourselves. curse words, fights.

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Kim Namjoon:

"So we've come to this now? Walking out of fights?"

Namjoon conveniently chose to ignore your words, continuing to pack his bag quietly.

"Namjoon, can you...can you just talk to me for a moment, please?" you pleaded, running a finger across your eyebrow in frustration.

It had been a long day, and a fight with him was the last thing you wanted, the last thing you needed at this point. But before you knew it, Namjoon and you found yourselves in the middle of an argument over an extremely petty matter, harsh words flying across the room like dirty confetti.

"Babe, just-"

"Don't touch me," he snarled, brushing your hand off of his arm when you tried to stop him from packing his stuff.

"You've said enough, and I can't take this shit anymore. You always do this, (Y/n). You always act as if the weight of the whole world is only on your shoulders and that only you can feel stressed and lonely and everything else you were complaining about today."

"Complaining?" you asked in disbelief, a sharp pain stabbing you in the chest at his words. "I just wanted to express my feelings to you, Namjoon! It's been a long day, can I not talk to my boyfriend about my day?"

"You can!" he exploded unexpectedly, turning to face you and giving you a bit of a fright at his sudden movement.

"You can talk to me about your day, you can. But the problem with you is that you don't understand the difference between talking and blaming."

"What do you mean blaming?" you frowned.

"Really?" Namjoon placed a hand on his hip, giving you a look.

"Really, (Y/n)? 'Nobody is even there for me anymore. You're always busy, you can never make time for me. I'm lonely. I can't talk to my friends cuz they're all changed and not the same anymore.'" Namjoon recited your words from earlier. "Shall I continue?"

"How is that blaming? I didn't blame anyone! I just told you how I felt!"

"No, (Y/n)," he shook his head. "This is what you always do. You don't start any conversation with the intention to just vent your feelings. You always jump into how everyone is wrong and only you are the poor soul in the world who is hurt by everyone's wrongdoings. Get over yourself."

"Namjoon," you whispered, not knowing what to say.

Had you really been that way? All you knew was that it had been an extremely depressing and stressful week for you, and every time you tried to talk to Namjoon, he was busy with work. Your friends too began to betray you in ways you did not want to get into at that moment, but the words that Namjoon spoke were nothing less than knifes slicing right through your skin.

He turned back to the bag, aimlessly dumping a pair of clothes and his charger into it.

"You don't always get to play the victim card, (Y/n). Please get over yourself. You're not the only one who has bad days. Are you really that selfish that all you could think about is yourself?"

He suddenly turned to face you.

"Did you not once think about me? Did you never think that even I would want to come home after finally getting some time off from work so that I can talk to my girlfriend about my issues and struggles and maybe feel good about it? I don't ever blame you for not being there? For not asking me about my problems? Do I? Have I said anything until now?"

Your head dipped in shame, not just feeling fully hurt by everything he said, but also knowing that he was partly right. You wanted to make it right, but you did not know how. Yet, before you could say anything, Namjoon zipped up the bag, throwing it over his back and walking towards the nightstand to take his phone.

"You really need to get over yourself. The world doesn't revolve only around you. Stop being so selfish and victimising yourself every single time. I'm not gonna take your shit every time."

Kim Seokjin:

"Babe," you tapped his shoulder as you continued to follow him around the house. "Babe!"

"Yes," he nodded dismissively, not even bothering to turn to look at you as he pulled out random stuff from the cupboard and began to rearrange them in a useless attempt to look preoccupied.

"Are you mad at me?"

"No."

"Then why won't you talk to me?" you questioned, your voice progressively falling into a sad tone with each moment that passed by.

"I am."

"But...but," you looked around desperately, as if it would help you find the words that you wanted so badly to say to him. "But it's not normal."

"It's normal."

"Jin," you whined, walking closer and pulling at the fabric of his sweatshirt. "Talk to me, please."

"I am," he repeated, looking as disinterested as ever as he shut the door of the cupboard and began to walk back to the living room.

"You're being mean," you mumbled, still choosing to follow him into every room that his feet took him to. "Did I do something wrong?"

"No."

"But you haven't even looked at me properly in the last few hours!"

At that, his movements came to an abrupt stop, his head turning to face you rather dramatically.

"And you still didn't get the hint?"

A low gasp left your chest, plopping down onto the sofa beside him since that was what your plan was before he hit you with this statement.

"For what?"

He chuckled, although it was evident there was nothing that he found funny.

"Maybe I just don't feel like talking to you, or-" once again, he turned to look at you straight in the eye, "look at you...properly. Not everything is about you. Go and, I don't know....live, I guess."

"That's really fucking rude," you spoke, not even caring to hold yourself back. How dare he? After treating you like a stranger for the past few hours, you were not about to take this shit from him.

"Nice choice of words, Jin. You could have told me what you really intended to say, which clearly was to get a life. Why keep that back? You've already proven to be nothing but a butthole for the last few hours, why be nice now?"

"I'm not trying to be nice," he snapped back, but before he could open his mouth to speak again, you held a hand up straight to his face, shutting him up effectively.

"You're telling me to get a life? Alright, cool. Thanks for that, Jin. From now, don't be the amazing boyfriend you were just a week ago begging me to take some time off to spend your holidays with you. And I know that not everything is about me, so hey, go enjoy your amazing life, and I will too. Wasting my time running behind you is clearly what you don't want me to do."

Min Yoongi:

"Yeah, that's fine."

"What's fine?"

"The dress," Yoongi murmured disinterestedly. "Take it if you want."

"Yoongi," you sighed, walking towards the plastic chair that he was sitting on. "Did you even look at me?"

"Yeah," he nodded, his eyes fully trained on his phone as he continued to type on the screen.

"Yoongi!"

His fingers stopped, and you watched as he closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

"What?"

"Does this look like a dress to you?"

Finally, his eyes trailed over your outfit, noticing that you were wearing a pair of dirty grey jeans and a yellow top shirt with flowers on it. He thought you were wanting to buy a dress for the party that evening.

"Oh," he stated lamely. "Sorry."

"Are you...what - are you even interested?" You asked him in frustration, pulling the hair tie off of your wrist and tying your hair up. The anger that was building up inside of you was beginning to make you feel hot and clammy in the small clothes shop that you brought him to.

"Yeah," he replied simply.

You sighed shakily, not wanting to make this into an argument, yet not knowing exactly how to not do that.

"You were not even looking at the previous outfits I tried, were you? Why'd you say the dress is fine?"

He shrugged, looking back down at his phone.

"I dunno," he mumbled under his breath, "thought you wanted a dress. But this is fine, good thing you didn't go for a dress."

"Why?" Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

"Can you just get whatever you want and then we can leave?" His voice was laced with a tone of annoyance, his eyes naturally drifting to the exit of the store.

"No, what do you mean its a good thing I didn't go for a dress?"

"(Y/n)," he clicked his tongue, running a hand across his face. "Look, it just doesn't suit you, man. I don't know why you have this weird obsession with those kind of dresses, they make you look pregnant."

"What?" You couldn't stop the gasp that left you. "What the hell?"

"No, look, I know how you are. Don't get me wrong, I am not calling you fat. I am saying that the cut of the dress is very weird in the stomach area, it bloats out and makes it look like you're pregnant. I'm not saying you're fat, so don't go down that path. I'm just saying that the dress does not suit you."

"How long have you kept that inside of you, huh?" you questioned him, already feeling too hurt by his words. "It's been a couple of months since I have been wanting those 'dresses' that I know that now how much you think it looks horrid on me, and you only choose to say this now?"

His face changed into one that showed nothing but irritation.

"I knew you'd say something like this. That's why I kept my mouth shut all this time. Can we just go? Or you know what, I'll go. You can continue shopping and get whatever you want."

"What the hell, Yoongi?" you said in disbelief. "Why are you being so rude? What's wrong with you?"

"Look," he sighed, standing up from the chair and looking away from you. "I just wanted to rest, okay? I didn't wanna go out, shopping, movie, lunch, this or that. I didn't want any of that. I even told you. But you insisted and dragged me out here. So don't blame me if I look like I don't wanna be here. Before we left, I told you I didn't wanna go, but you forced me. So deal with it."

"I forced you?"

"Yeah, you insisted and made all those faces and quite literally blackmailed me by saying that I don't love you anymore. You were so wrong to say that, dude."

"I was joking when I said that, Yoongi," you whispered. "I just wanted to go out with you. We haven't been out in almost a month now and we have to go for Hoseok's birthday party anyway, I thought we could get some things for that."

"Well, I didn't, okay? And if you wanted to get stuff for his birthday, you didn't have to say that I don't love you anymore. That's totally unrelated, if you wanted to spend time with me instead of getting stuff to prepare for his birthday, that would be different. I didn't wanna go out, do any of that stuff that you just said. So please, take your time, do all that, I will be in the car."

Jung Hoseok:

Words couldn't describe just how painful it felt to watch Hoseok withdraw from your touch. The people seated at the table fell into an uncomfortable silence, the abrupt action making everyone furrow their eyebrows in confusion and worry.

"I told you to stop doing that, (Y/n)."

"Doing what?" you mumbled rather lamely, not even knowing why you said that when you knew just what he was talking about.

"Stop touching me again and again! God...I-" Hoseok sighed rather loudly, dropping the spoon onto the plate and standing up from the chair.

"Sorry guys, please excuse me."

"Hobi-"

Before you could get out another word, the man was at least three feet away from the table, and all you could do was watch in dismay as he stormed out of the restaurant.

"What's going on?" Jimin asked softly, being the one right next to you. His tone was rather soft, as it was obvious how incredibly awkward and embarrassing this was for you. "Shall I go talk to him?"

"No," you whispered with a shake of your head. "He's just a little sensitive today."

"Did you guys have a fight?" asked Jungkook from across the table, followed by a soft hit to the arm by Namjoon which served as a warning to not cross it.

"Why don't you go talk to him?" the leader suggested, concern apparent in his tone. "We're here, don't worry about us."

"Uh..." you trailed off, looking back at the door to the exit before nodding. "Yeah, maybe."

"Take your time," Jimin urged with a kind smile, patting you softly on your shoulder. "Talk to him, he will understand. Sort it out properly."

With a stiff nod, you stood up from your chair, making your way towards the exit, knowing that all eyes at the table and even around were trained on you.

It took you about five minutes to find Hoseok, who was leaning against the wall of a building further away from the restaurant, and whatever held you back in that moment just...left, a strange sense of shock and urgency fuelling your next movements.

"What the hell?!" you exclaimed, reaching him in no more than three large steps, your hands moving on their own accord as they snatched the cigarette straight out of his mouth.

"(Y/n)!" Hoseok yelled out, his eyes looking down at the bud that was now in a small wet puddle near your foot.

"What's wrong with you?!"

"What's wrong with me?" you repeated, your tone now matching his. "What's wrong with you Hobi? You smoke?"

"Yeah!" He shouted, pushing your arm off of him that went to grab onto his jacket. "Yeah I smoke! With you on my bloody back all the goddamn time, I have to!"

You let his words sink in, subconsciously taking a step back.

"What part of 'stay away from me' do you not get, (Y/n)? I'm not like you! I need my fucking space and if you didn't get the hint until now, let me spell it out for you! Stay the fuck away from me! I don't want to resolve this fight, I don't. I'm fucking tired and I don't have it in me to deal with your bullshit anymore! Just give me my space, man!"

It took a good moment for you to swallow that painful lump in your throat, the tears not even caring to ask for permission as they simply slipped out of your eyes.

In a hopeless attempt at trying to make this better, you raised your hand up mindlessly, wanting to reach out to him.

"It's been three days, Hobi," you whispered sadly, not really knowing what else you could do. At this point, the man in front of you was doing nothing but add to the misery that you were already drowning in. "What more can I do to sort this-"

"I just told you," he spat through gritted teeth, both hands now clutching his hair in complete frustration. "I don't want to sort this out! Let it be this way. If this is the end, so be it! I don't want to do anything about the fight and our situation right now. So just leave me the fuck alone!"

"What do you mean 'if this is the end'?" you cried, your breaths now ragged and harsh. "Are you breaking up with me?"

"Look, (Y/n)," Hoseok blew out air through his mouth, a very clear sign that every part of this moment was irritating him beyond control.

"I said, I don't want to do anything about this right now. We're fighting, I'm crazy mad, you're upset and crying. I don't want to do anything about it. Just let me be. Let us be. I don't want to do anything, neither end it nor make it better. Just...just let me be. Please, stop following me everywhere and calling me all the damn time. I need space, I don't know what else to say to you if this isn't clear enough for you. I don't want to be near you right now."

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thebangtancloud · 6 months ago

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my lovely people! are any of you students at the moment? and if yes, do you guys also watch or use “study with me” videos? 🙃

#lovely anons #lovely lovely people

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thebangtancloud · 6 months ago

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OMG HI???? LONG TIME NO SEE???

How are you??? its been way too long, i hope everything is good with you

HIIII OMG :’)) it’s been way too long, hasn’t it? 🥲 I’m good! how are you my love? all is good with me, thank you so much for asking and coming in to say hi, it made my day!!!! YOU’RE AMAZING!! 🥹🫶🏻 What have you been upto these days?

#thank you for being here <33 #grateful #lovely lovely people

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thebangtancloud · 6 months ago

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Bts reaction When he accidentally walks in when your in the middle of an online class?

He accidentally walks in when you're in the middle of an online class ~ BTS Reactions

A/n: Wow, I'm writing a BTS reactions after SOOOOOO long and omg, it really feels awesome! I just hope you love this as much as I do 🙃 Let me know what you think, my loves!

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Kim Namjoon:

"Babe, where are my glasses?"

Namjoon wandered aimlessly into the room with a book in his hand, his eyes scanning the desk and then the table near the bed.

"Are you..." he trailed off, looking at the laptop screen and slowly moving out of sight, "in class?"

"Mhm," you nodded, swallowing down the last of your sandwich before wiping the side of your mouth.

"The camera's not on, don't worry," you reached for your mug of coffee and pointed to his head.

"Your glasses are on your hea-"

"Babe," he slowly whispered, a dreadful finger reaching out to your laptop screen. "I think your camera's not off."

"What are you talking about?" you frowned, turning in your chair so that you were fully facing the screen. Just as you noticed your own reflection in the little box at the corner of the meeting room, you heard a very amused chuckle reach your ears.

"He might be right about that one, Ms. (Y/n)."

Your eyes widened in horror, turning the camera off and muting the system in a flash, your heart racing straight out of your chest.

Although muted, you could see the rest of the students covering their mouths as they chuckled at the scene.

Namjoon's lips pursed into a tight line, shaking his head at you as you looked back towards your empty plate where the crumbs of the sandwich that you had devoured in front of everyone now sat to taunt you.

"Oh my gosh," you whispered, looking back at Namjoon with a nervous look. "Did they just watch me eat my sandwich and scroll through Instagram?"

"You were scrolling through Instagram during class?" Namjoon gasped lowly. "With your camera on?"

"I didn't know it was on!"

"Ms. (Y/n)?"

Your head dipped in shame, wondering if you should unmute yourself and apologize, or pretend as though something happened to your systems and you couldn't be a part of the class.

"Was the sandwich good?"

Namjoon snorted at the voice of your professor, settling down on the bed and smiling brightly at your guilty expression.

"Answer him, babe."

You hesitantly reached out and unmuted yourself.

"I'm so sorry about that, Professor. I didn't know the camera was on."

"That's alright, as long as you promise that this would be the first and the last time that I see you eating and using your phone during an online class."

"Of course, I promise. I apologize once again," you murmured, shaking your head shamefully as you saw the other students laugh silently.

Once muted and a few minutes into your professor going back to the topic that he was explaining, you looked across at Namjoon who gazed at you with a hint of amusement lining his eyes.

"You wouldn't have noticed if I didn't come in here," he pointed out, reaching towards you to gently wipe away a few crumbs that were at the corner of your mouth.

A strange sound left your throat as you crawled onto the bed and buried your head into the pillow.

"That was so embarrassing!"

He laughed whole-heartedly, patting your back and falling onto the mattress beside you.

"It happens," he tried to comfort you with a soft voice. "I suppose you have learned your lesson, hmm?

"I am never -" you emphasized with a punch to the bed, "doing that again."

"Good," Namjoon patted your back fondly, laughing once more before slipping off of the bed.

"Now concentrate, or he might make you the victim of his next question."

Kim Seokjin:

The sound of the door clicking shut made you turn, placing your pen down as you caught sight of Jin walking into your room with a sheepish look and a spoon in his hand.

"Is your mic on?" he mouthed, wide eyes looking at your computer screen and then back at your face to gauge if he was in trouble for walking in.

You smiled softly, shaking your head and nodding so that he could walk closer to you. You reached out to turn the camera off just as Jin walked into the frame, a soft sigh leaving his chest as he settled on another chair beside you.

"Aigo," he groaned, stretching his back a little before holding this spoon out for you to taste.

"I burned my tongue with my coffee this morning and I can't taste whether there is enough salt in the gravy. Can you check it for me?"

"Okay," you giggled, watching in fascination as he blew onto the spoon to make sure that it was not too hot for you before feeding you the maroon liquid.

"Mmm!" your eyes widened at the delicious taste before they scrunched shut when you felt the stinging burn on the sides of your tongue.

"What is it? Too hot?"

"So spicy!" you inhaled air through your mouth, fanning at your tongue and reaching for your bottle.

"...you answer that for me, (Y/n)?"

You looked at the screen in surprise, wiping at your running nose before panicking and reading through the contents displayed in front of you.

"(Y/n)?"

"Jagiya," Jin urged you to unmute yourself by pointing to the button on the screen.

"No! I don't know what the question was!"

"If you're speaking, I can't hear you. Please unmute yourself," you heard the professor speak.

With frantic fingers, you typed into the chat box that your microphone wasn't working properly and that you were trying to get it fixed.

"Okay," you heard your professor say. "Can someone else answer that for me while (Y/n) gets that sorted?"

You huffed, leaning back in your seat and wiping at the sweat that had formed over the top of your lip.

"I knew it was a bad time to come in," Jin murmured guiltily, taking the bottle of water from your hand that you had still not opened and raising it to your lips for you to take a sip.

"I'll get the spice sorted, maybe add some cream. How much longer until your break?"

"About 25 minutes," you looked at the time on your phone. "I can't take this lecture any more, Jinnie."

"Which one is it?"

"Math," you whined, looking at the screen as your professor seemed to be solving at least the fiftieth sum of the day.

Jin laughed knowingly, patting your head and getting up to leave the room.

"You finish that up, I'll get lunch sorted for us."

Min Yoongi:

"That's interesting."

"Ah!" you shrieked in surprise, turning around abruptly only to come face to face with Yoongi.

"Dude!"

"Shhh," he pointed to your screen with a chuckle. "She's explaining that so well, even I found it interesting. No wonder you like Physics."

"You scared me, Yoongi!" you gripped onto your chest, glancing back to double-check if your microphone and camera were turned off. "What if they saw you?"

"I looked for that before I could even come up here, jagi. I was standing by your door for the past ten minutes."

"Really?"

He hummed, reaching across the back of the chair and hugging you, letting his chin rest on the top of your head.

"I missed you, baby."

"I missed you even more, Yoongles," you placed a soft kiss on his forearm that was holding you close to him. "How was work?"

"It was decent," he shrugged, letting out a little wince when he stretched his muscles. "Didn't really move a lot so my shoulders hurt."

"Awww," you cooed, pulling on his arm so that he could walk around the chair. You stood up and he quickly sat down on your chair, pulling you along with him so that you were seated on his lap.

"How's classes today?"

"Pretty good. Most of the morning lectures were canceled, this is the last one for today."

"Any pending work?"

"Nope," you smiled proudly, melting against him as he kissed the side of your head.

"I'm so proud of you," Yoongi murmured against the side of your head, watching as you reached out and lowered the volume of the lecture.

"This your favorite?"

"Mhm," you smiled at the screen, "Quantum mechanics."

"My little genius," Yoongi spoke against your skin with so much pride that you could feel it with every touch. "You're going to ace this degree."

"I know I am," you giggled, patting his knee and then turning to face him.

"Give me another half an hour? I'll join you once I'm done with this lecture."

"But I don't wanna leave youuuu," he shook his head cutely, snuggling closer into your embrace. "I've missed you a lot today."

"I have missed you even more, my love," you replied with a grin. "But this class is important. You know she doesn't give us these notes once the live lecture is done. We're supposed to pay attention during the class."

"Can't you take them from another friend?"

"I'm the friend that everyone takes the notes from," you chuckled, your heart leaping with joy when Yoongi laughed along with you at your words.

"That's funny," he stated, shaking his head before letting you sit back on the chair.

"I'll take a shower, you should be done by then."

"What's for dinner?" you wondered out loud.

"I'm too tired to cook."

"Want me to cook us something?"

His eyes widened. "Would you?"

"Why not?" you smiled up at him, reaching for his hand and squeezing it softly.

"Let me get done with this class, and I'll cook us something nice."

"Is this where I say, 'I love you'?"

You nodded with a grin. "Yessir."

Throwing his head back with laughter at your cuteness, Yoongi squished your cheeks with his hand and placed a sweet kiss on your mouth.

"I love you, my little genius."

Jung Hoseok:

A confused sound left you when you raised your phone to see who had texted you.

"Why's she texting me?" you wondered out loud, unlocking your phone to read through the text.

"There's a half-naked man behin- oh my GOD HOBI!" your eyes widened in horror, reaching out and shutting your laptop so fast you were sure the screen must have cracked at the force.

A single breath left the man's lips, his leg held up in the air mid-step, a similar horrified expression mirroring yours. With nothing but a towel covering his lower body, Hoseok stayed as still as he could, feeling like he was caught red-handed doing something criminal.

But all he had done was walk towards the bathroom, as the water supply to the guest bathroom was cut off.

"Was the camera on?"

"Yes!"

"Did they see my face?"

"I don't know! My friend texted me that there was a half-naked man behind me!"

"I didn't know your camera would be on!" He yelled back defensively, covering his bare chest, feeling exposed even though your laptop was shut.

"Oh my goodness, Hobi," you groaned, "everyone will talk about this now!"

"I'm sure they didn't see my face, I was facing the other way."

"It's not about you," you covered your face with a sigh. "These girls from my class, ugh," you groaned, "you don't know how they are. They'll go on and on about how there was a half-naked man in my room. I'm never going to see the end of it."

"I think you can handle that much," he suddenly smirked, straightening his spine and then lowering his towel just a little bit. "Can't you, babygirl?"

"Oh my gosh," you gasped, turning around so that you were facing away from him. "Don't call me that."

"Don't call you what?" His smirk deepened. "Babygirl?"

"Hobi!"

"C'mon babygirl," he teased you, walking closer and letting his fingertips tuck a piece of hair behind your ear.

"You were in the middle of your class. Don't let a half-naked man stop you from learning. You seem like the intelligent kind, am I not right?"

"Uhm," you breathed out nervously, still not used to his touch. "I guess."

"I know you're smart," Hoseok cooed, bending just a little and pulling your chin until you were looking at him. Your eyes stole a glance at his glistening chest before looking back up in panic.

"If they ask," Hoseok himself let his eyes trail over your form before letting a lazy smile take over his expression, "go tell them you're my lady now."

Letting out a shaky breath was all you could do when Hoseok left your side to walk into the bathroom, leaving you all bothered and in a mess, and definitely not in a position to be a part of the rest of your class.

You could come up with an explanation for that later...right?

Park Jimin:

"You could definitely work on the pronunciation a little bit, and as for the project, I am very, very impressed."

You smiled across at your trainer, watching intently as she went through a few more points that she had noted down for you.

"Your progress is looking very good at this point, and I'm sure we can work together towards this language test. So from our next class, we would only be talking in Japanese. Alright?"

"Sounds alright to me," you nodded, a nervous giggle bubbling past your lips. "And what about the-"

"Baby!"

You jumped in fear, turning to face the door that burst open, Jimin's arms raised in the air dramatically.

"Look what I got for you!"

"Uh..." you looked back at your trainer with an apologetic smile. "Give me a minute, please."

"Sure," she chuckled, watching as Jimin slowly realized that he had interrupted your language class. The man bowed respectfully, to which your trainer nodded and greeted him with a friendly smile.

"Oops," Jimin's bit his tongue, looking across at you sheepishly before walking closer and handing over a bag to you. "I'm sorry, I didn't realize you'd be in class."

"It's okay," you reached for his hand and pulled him closer so that he could come into the frame.

"He's Jimin," you introduced him to your trainer in Japanese, watching how her eyes widened at the introduction. "He's my boyfriend. He helps me practice Japanese."

"Oh, I see," her eyebrows were raised in fascination, nodding, and responding back in Japanese as well.

"Nice to meet you, Jimin."

"Pleasure to finally meet you," Jimin bowed once again. "(Y/n) always speaks so highly of you."

"Oh," your trainer couldn't hide her surprise at that, looking back at you with a grin. "Is that so, (Y/n)?"

"Yes, definitely," you giggled shyly. "I always seem to learn a lot from you. You're a wonderful teacher."

"Well, it seems like I don't really do much. You seem to be coming back with even more knowledge than what I teach you in our classes. I now know who's the real teacher here," she pointed towards Jimin with a smile.

"Ah, no, not at all," Jimin laughed and waved his hand in disagreement. "I just help her practice."

A loud and joyous laugh came from the computer before she nodded once more.

"Anyway, since we're done for the day, I shall see you next Wednesday, (Y/n). Remember, we will converse in Japanese going forward, alright?"

"Yes," you smiled across at her, waving at her as she said goodbye.

"Damn," Jimin chuckled, shaking his head before settling down and pointing at the bag. "I got you some pastries."

"That was quite a dramatic entry," you stated, reaching into the bag to pull out the treats. "She seemed impressed with your Japanese."

"Baby, everyone is impressed by me," he flicked over some imaginary long hair off of his shoulder before bursting into a fit of giggles.

"That would be true."

"Nah," he shook his head, before taking one of the pastries that you offered to him. "Anyway, we should practice some more Japanese. Anime night?"

"What are we watching?"

"Jujutsu Kaisen? There's a few more episodes left from when we stopped last week."

Kim Taehyung:

The lecture was as interesting as history could get, which was only a little. Your professor seemed to be in his own little bubble, somehow fascinated by the heroic activities and dates that you could never understand how someone could find fun to learn, a bright expression on his face everytime he went onto the next slide and explain more about the subject that you were least interested in studying.

The best part about his subject was that he never asked questions. He took his alloted fourty five minutes to talk about what he spent the last 33 years learning, his poorly organised presentations only giving you and the rest of the students the opportunity to zone out - as long as your cameras were on. That was his only condition, to have every single student's camera on for the entirety of his class.

You usually took this time to simply look at everyone in your class. There were peeps who looked as bored as you were, a few appeared to be genuinely interested, while a bunch of them had their heads facing down, wanting to give the impression that they were taking notes, whereas everyone knew that they were either doom scrolling or texting one another.

With a huff, you leaned back into your chair and wondered how you were going to pass the remaining twenty minutes of this class. When you looked at your own video that was on the corner of your screen, you noticed two legs popping out horizontally from the side of your chair. Turning around in your chair, you noticed Taehyung lying down on your bed in a pair of shorts, his calves and feet clearly still visible to everyone in your class.

"I'm so tired," Taehyung groaned, his face stuffed into your pillow. You also noticed his bag which he dropped by the door, a tiny smile growing on your face when you realized that he came over to stay the night.

"My class is still going on," you murmured, moving your laptop and your chair so that the camera was only capturing your face and the window behind you. Just before you could turn to face Taehyung again, you noticed your friend smiling at the screen.

You were sure it was nothing that your professor said, so you picked up your phone to text her. Surprisingly, she beat you to it and before you could ask her why she was smiling, she sent you a picture that she took of her screen, where you were had a bored expression on your face, and right behind you, Taehyung was just entering your room, a fond smile on his face when he looked at you.

You covered your mouth to hide your grin, conscious of the fact that everyone could still see you. You briefly turned off your camera to hop towards the bed and show Taehyung the picture.

"Oh no," he giggled, taking your phone to zoom into the picture. "Shit."

"It's okay, I don't think many people noticed," you smiled at him, pulling his cheek before hugging his body close to you with a satisfied hum.

"I missed you my babyyyy," he cooed, squeezing you and moving around the bed with you locked in his arms. "Let's have a movie night, Jimin gave me a CD and told me we need to watch it together."

"You always want to watch what he recommends and not what I recommend," you pouted, moving back so that you could see his face better.

"We always watch what you recommend," he shot back, his eyebrows furrowing. "Don't you remember making all the boys sit in the lounge when you forced them to watch the movie you wanted to see?"

"I didn't force them!" you gasped defensively. "Namjoon said that movie was on his watch list for so long!"

"Hobi hyung and Jungkook fell asleep not even half an hour into the movie, babe. You know a movie is boring when Jungkook falls asleep."

"Are you saying my choices are boring?" your eyes narrowed suspiciously.

"Not most of the time," Taehyung laughed and pulled your face into his chest. "I'm your choice too, so they're not always boring."

"You don't always get to have the last word," you muttered into his t-shirt, shaking your head at him although you were very satisfied with the distraction from your class.

"Babe," he suddenly spoke in a serious voice, "you think they recognised me?"

"Who?"

"The people in your class?" With you still in his arms, he picked up your phone which he had dropped, opening up the picture that your friend had sent him. Even when he zoomed into the picture, all he could see was a blurred face with a white smudge that was supposedly his teeth when he smiled across at the sight of you.

"Your hair could give it away," you pointed at the curly mess on his head, "but it won't be too much of a problem, they don't know yet."

"Are you planning on telling them?"

"Should I? I don't know," you shrugged in response.

A soft ding made you both look to your phone, a new message from your friend flashing across the screen pulling simultaneous groans from both of you.

Prof is asking for you!!

Jeon Jungkook

A menice. That's what Jungkook was whenever you had your classes. Especially when you were at his place.

This was mainly because it took up most of the afternoon, which was a time that he intended to spend with you whenever you were together. Or that all your time should be reserved for him and him only, if you remember the way he worded it.

His tactics ranged from waiting until you had to speak and doing the noisest things whenever you had your microphone turned on, and doing strange things behind you whenever your camera was on. He would walk past you repeatedly, his movements a clear distraction to the rest of the people who had their eyes on the screen. Last week, he threw a pillow at your head, and you were lucky enough to have been on mute or else the rest of your classmates and the lecturer would've heard you curse at Jungkook like it paid your bills.

This time, he promised to not do anything, mainly because he did not want you to give him the silent treatment for a few hours like you normally did whenever he played the fool with you. He promised to stay in the livng room until your class was over, and although you had your suspicions that he would not live up to his promise, he was pretty adamant and even showed you what he would do to pass his time when you were inside the room.

This presentation was important to you and your teammates. You had a small part, just two topics to discuss and present to the rest of your class and you were allowed to turn your camera off after you were done with that.

Breathing out all the anxiety, you finally unmuted yourself and began with the presentation, letting yourself relax just a little because it had been about fifteen minutes, and Jungkook had not done anything yet, which was a good sign.

But before you could get to the last slide, your eyes widened in horror when the door to your room flew open. Yet, it was not Jungkook this time. It was Bam. He had only recently learned how to open doors, which was now his favourite passtime.

Bam bounded into the room and oblivious to your computer or the fact that you were in the middle of an important presentation, he came up right next to you and barked loudly, jumping up so that his paws were resting on your lap, his tongue lapping at the side of your face. That's what he did when he wanted to show you something that he was proud of, which in this case was opening the door to your room.

Before you could think of what to do, in came Jungkook with an equally mortified expression, running towards you and literally picking Bam up in his arms like a baby and running back out of the room. It all happened within a matter of twenty seconds, yet, knowing that your screen was on the main focus and that everyone in your class witnessed what happened left you dumbfounded.

You somehow turned to face the camera with an awkward laugh, apologising for the distraction and getting right back to presenting as though that never happened. You managed to complete it, turning off your camera with shaky fingers before letting your head fall against your desk.

A soft click reached your ears which alerted you of Jungkook's entry into your room. You remained as you were, your head laying flat against the wood with your eyes closed.

"I'm so sorry," he whispered, his voice appearing very close to you. You opened your eyes to see that he was kneeling beside your chair, an extremely apologetic expression on his face. He looked almost scared, knowing that he promised to not contribute to any distractions during your presentation.

"I didn't know he would come in here. I'm so sorry."

You simply looked at his face for about a minute without saying anything.

"Babeee," he whined, his anxiety sky rocketing. "Say something. Did I ruin it for you? Are you going to be marked down for this?"

A humourless chuckle left your through, before you sat upright and shook your head. He grabbed your hand and pulled it to his lips, placing soft kisses to your palm and fingers.

"I'm sorry baby, I really had no intention of doing anything this time, I promise you."

"I know," you nodded, removing your hand from his grasp. You watched his face fall before his eyes lit up when you touched the side of his face gently. "It's okay. I won't be marked down for this. I handled it well."

"Are you sure?" he inquired worriedly.

"Mhm," you responded with a small smile. "It's normal to have these kinds of accidents when you have pets and you're attending classes from home, it's alright."

"Babe," he dropped his head onto your lap. "I feel so bad. I was genuinely wanting you to come out and see that I was writing my lyrics without disturbing you even once. I imagined that you would be proud of me."

"I am," you insisted, playing with his soft hair. "I know this wasn't your fault, my love. It's fine."

"Are you almost done with this class?"

You nodded back at him, gently touching the side of his face when you noticed that he still looked worried.

"I'll make you some good food, I'll make it up to you, I promise."

"You don't need to," you smiled at his words. "You did nothing wrong."

"No, I want to."

"But-"

"Shhh. Let me make it up to you. Please."

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hello my lovely people :)) How is everyone doing today? Is there anyway I can make you feel better or bring a smile to your face? 🙃

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Ahh okay so after much consideration and thought... This is what I came up with, Felix with 15, 27, 31?? I tried to choose some prompts that were similar so that it's easier to form a story with them?? I hope these work together, and can it be Angst to fluff?? While I am a sucker for angst, I can't handle it without fluff... Especially when it's bokkie... It's okay if you want to do it in your style tho and you can totally skip this request!! (I am sending more (╥﹏╥) I am just desperate I am soo sorry)

Sunshine in the Rain ~ Lee Felix

"I miss you." + "Let me kiss you for the last time." + "I love you."

Genre: Angst

Warnings: Mentions of disease, death.

Summary: Till death do us apart, they said. But no one warned Felix of the pain that would soon knock at his door when death did its part.

💔

A/n: My love, I know...I KNOW you asked for angst to fluff, but, but 😭 I just couldn't! This idea has been inside of my head for the longest time, and the prompts that you chose were just perfect for this :( I will, I promise, I will write another angst to fluff for you in the near future. For now, I'll leave a small box of tissues at the end of the story for you🥲

There was just something about the way the sun had begun to set that didn't feel right. Maybe it was the drop in the atmosphere that made him look out of the window through which he could see a glimpse of the fiery yellow ball of heat slowly moving it's way to hide behind the clouds.

Maybe it was the way the room suddenly got all too silent once the nurse left and let the door shut gently with a soft click.

Or maybe it was the way he felt your grip loosen on his hand as he sat right beside your bed.

"Darling?"

He watched you take longer than usual for your eyes to open and look across at him, a tug at his heart making him tighten his grip on you.

"Feelin' okay?"

The continuous beep of the machine that was hooked to your fragile form was all that he got in response.

"Sweetheart, tell me what's wrong. Should I call the doctor?"

You managed to shake your head, a sad, pained smile pulling at the corners of your mouth.

"Felix-"

"Baby, don't call me that," he frowned, the chair screeching when he stood up to come and lay beside you on the bed.

"You never call me by my name."

He positioned himself so that he was laying behind you, a careful hand holding onto yours as he snuggled closer to you.

"You never call me Felix."

"Sunshine," you hummed softly when he placed the softest kiss to the tiny bit of bare skin that his lips could reach.

"Why is it getting dark?"

"Shall I turn on the night lamp?" he suggested, waiting patiently for a response from you to avoid any unnecessary movements.

"Why is the sky getting dark?" you wondered cluelessly, your voice having a bit of a slur to it.

"It's nearly eight, sweetheart," Felix explained with a soft smile, moving his lips back to the place it had been a few moments ago. "Do you not want it that way?"

"I don't want it to become night," he heard you say after a few minutes of comfortable silence.

"You should get some good sleep-"

"I love you, Felix."

The man froze completely, his blood running cold.

"I love you the most."

With tears that welled up in his eyes, Felix pulled you impossibly closer.

"Baby, don't say it like that," he whispered fearfully. "Don't tell me you love me like it's the last time you'll ever say it."

You fell silent after he said that, a strong sense of fear inviting a sudden pain into your chest. He felt your grip on his hand tighten, a tiny sob escaping his throat when you helplessly winced in pain.

"Darling, what can I do for you? Please tell me, I can't lose you right now. Not yet. We still have so much more to go, we still have so many more places to visit, so many more dreams to fulfil."

Your eyes remained on the last bit of the sun that you could see from the window, the faintest shade of yellow painting the walls of the hospital room with so much of sadness.

"I'm tired, sunshine."

Felix gave himself a solid minute to control his emotions, suddenly understanding that this was so much more difficult for you than it was for him.

"I don't think I have the strength to do all of that anymore."

"That's alright," Felix nodded against your shoulder. "That's perfectly alright. We don't have to do any of that. I'm right here with you. Just you, and me. Nothing else."

A deep sigh pulled itself out of you, taking at least three-fourth of your energy along with it.

"Remember the day we first met?"

The memory of the brightest smile he had ever seen on your face the day he first saw you made Felix hum in satisfaction, grateful for at least the smallest distraction from the pain that he knew was racing towards the both of you.

"You looked stunning that day, my love," he mumbled against your shoulder, crossing both of his arms across your chest and enclosing you in his loving embrace. "You were wearing the prettiest yellow dress."

"Yellow always reminds me of you," you murmured, letting your eyelids flutter shut tiredly. "The sun reminds me of you."

"Does it?" Felix hoped you couldn't feel the teardrop that had slowly trickled down the side of his cheek.

"But the sun is setting, and it doesn't feel good."

Felix understood what you meant by that. He squeezed you a little tighter this time, feeling a sudden sense of nausea crawl up his throat.

"I'm right here with you."

"Sunshine," he felt you shift, loosening his grip on you so that you could turn to face him.

"Let me kiss you for the last time."

"You're not going anywhere," he argued with a frown, his voice cracking ever so slightly. "You're going to be fine."

Felix could feel every part of him breaking, knowing that even though he voiced out his desire, there might not be a way for that to become reality.

You looked exhausted as you lay in his arms. The life in your hair had disappeared. Your eyelids looked heavier than the dark clouds that were pulling in, but Felix took his time to admire your beauty. He glanced down at your lips that looked painfully dry and cracked, letting himself bend until his mouth rested over yours delicately.

"I love you," he mumbled against your lips, kissing you a few more times until he heard another sigh come from deep within you. "I love you so much."

"How much?"

He let you find a comfortable position to rest in, his jaw adjusting to lean against the top of your head when you moved further into his embrace.

"I love you more than life itself."

"-more."

"I loved you from the moment I first saw you."

Felix shuddered, reminding himself to relax his shoulders and focus on you instead of the weight that was laying heavy on him.

"Channie hyung and I were out to buy a few hoodies, I've told you this a hundred times but I still never get tired of it. I saw you there, in one of the aisles, wearing this pretty sundress. Your friend was clicking a picture of you and you were smiling so brightly, and that's what made me lose my breath for a second. I never thought someone could have that much of an effect on me the first time I saw them."

He felt your head turn slightly, a soft smile pulling at the corners of your lips.

"You were smiling at the camera, but suddenly, you looked at me. That eye contact, phew," Felix chuckled lightly at the memory. "I felt like all the air was knocked out of me right then. I didn't even know what to do. Whether to smile back, or wave, or just look away because you obviously caught me staring."

"Yellow," he heard you murmur. Bending closer to the side of your face, he urged you to continue.

"You wore yellow too. That sweater."

"Oh, yes," he nodded with a smile. "I wondered if we were a match made in heaven, at that time. We were matching, and I guess that's something we both have been doing for the longest time. Matching our outfits. Remember the brown and the black?"

"Mhm," you hummed in response.

"You liked the brown jacket so much, and I had brown pants at home. I can't believe we dressed up so much just to go buy chips."

Felix looked down at you when he didn't hear you respond to that. Your eyes were closed, the tiniest hint of a smile remaining on your face as you continued to hold onto his hand.

"Baby," he whispered. "I never got to ask you. Did you end up buying the yellow dress?"

The gentle nod of acknowledgement from you made him sigh out in relief.

"Wedding..." you took in a deep breath and let it out heavily, feeling as though you were running out of energy to continue. "...to wear it at our wedding. On the hill."

Felix wondered how to respond to that, his heart clenching painfully in his chest. Three months ago, Felix had asked you to marry him. You'd only just found out about your diagnosis and with both fear and saddness that had enveloped the two of you, Felix decided to try and make one little dream of yours come true.

"I'm sorry..." you huffed out in exhaustion. "I want to marry you."

"I know, my love," he murmured against the side of your head. "But it's okay. Your health is more important. Getting you your treatment was more important."

"The sun went away, Felix," he heard you whisper dreadfully, your eyes trained on the wall that was now a deep shade of grey with the absence of the golden glow that it once had. "It's gone."

"That's okay," he breathed out heavily, almost mindlessly. "I'm still here. I'm your sunshine."

A deep sense of fear, urgency even, settled upon his chest as he watched you closely, the faintest smile tugging at the corners of your lips.

"Will you miss me?" he heard you say, "...when I'm gone?"

It took a lot to just remain still. If he could, Felix would let the sob that he was holding in come flooding out of his chest, but he held it all together for you. He tried. He really tried. But the tremble in his grip on you was evident.

"Felix?"

"Don't call me that," he whispered again, unable to stop the tears from falling. "Please."

"Felix."

"I don't want you to go, please."

"Feli-"

"No!"

His grip on you tightened. He felt you slipping out of his arms, and even though he was mindful of how fragile you were, he couldn't stop the way his arms curled tightly around you. You felt so soft against his chest, and before he knew it, he let go of all the restraints. He allowed himself to break.

"Please don't go."

"Felix, you need to wake up."

With a sudden shock, he stopped voluntarily breathing. Just like that, you were gone. You were not in his arms, he was not holding you anymore. It was just a pillow. Just like every other night.

"It's me, Chris. You were having a bad dream."

"(Y/n)."

Chris sighed sadly, moving across the room as softly as he could, flipping the switch to the light on.

"Felix..." he didn't really know what to say. "She's not here."

"No," Felix breathed out. He shook his head, even though he knew that you were gone. Just like every other night. Just like that night. "She...I saw her. We were talking."

Chris remained silent.

"She...she told me, she asked me..." he tried desperately to remember your last words to him, and as they came back to him, he felt himself tremble with grief.

"She asked me if I will miss her when she's gone."

Chris let his head dip, knowing just how tough this was for Felix, yet being utterly clueless as to how to comfort him.

"(Y/n), my love," Felix gripped the pillow even tighter, pushing his face fully into its softness as his chest burned with each desperate and lonely cry. "I miss you. I miss you so much."

A brief image of you flashed across his eyes, perhaps it was the various colours that he saw when his eyes were screwed shut. He saw you in yellow, white, gold, he couldn't put his finger onto which one it was exactly, but he saw your face. He saw that broad smile and the happiness that always filled his heart with joy whenever he saw you that way. And just like that, it was gone. You were gone, yet again. From every place he chased to just catch a glimpse of the ghost of you, you disappeared. As though you never existed in reality, as though you were just a fragment of his imagination.

You were gone, yet again.

"I miss you."

{a box of tissues for you if you need one}

Request 11/30 || Stray Kids Masterlist.

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