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“Can your kpop boy do this?”

Yes, probably. I’m a multi. One of them can most probably do that.

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ATTENTION

If you see this you are OBLIGATED to reblog w/ the song currently stuck in your head :)

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I don’t know shit about gif making but y’all’s funky little moving pictures be bringing me so much serotonin. They’re so pretty and then y’all notice these cool parallels in the shows and make gifs from them. And when y’all think of quotes and song lyrics that perfectly match characters/ships/scenes??? Iconic. And your gifs make me notice little details in the show that I didn’t always catch from watching it in real time or just let me relive some of my favorite scenes in a new and creative way. Anyway y’all are the best. Shoutout to the gif makers.

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bitches be like “this is my comfort character” and it’s a character who hasn’t had a day of real happiness in years

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Saying you hate romeo and juliet is exactly the same as being a preteen who was proud of not listening to one direction in 2012. We've all been there and I understand the impulse but it's time to grow up

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FEBRUARY DESKTOP WALLPAPERS

January passed by in a blur (at least for me - I’m currently in the middle of finals season, I haven’t done anything but study for the last month and a half), hope everyone’s year started off well x Since you especially liked the floral design last month, it’s all about florals this time!

This month’s designs are:

minimalist floral

minimalist floral 2.0

floral maxi

floral inverted

study girl & study boy

quote of the month: you gotta nourish to flourish (→ in Quotes folder)

I’ve included both Monday and Sunday start calendars, and there are multiple pastel colors available: lilac, pink, blue, and vintage coffee.

you can find the wallpapers here

✎ LIKE/REBLOG if you like and/or use the wallpapers so more people can see them :)

Do tag me in your posts if you post pics of them (#bulletnotestudies), I love seeing how they look on your laptop/tablet :) And if you have requests for March, let me know - new designs, designs you want to see again, new color schemes, any holidays you celebrate, all wishes are welcome!

and lastly: Please don’t repost these or claim as your own, as I did spend quite a lot of time designing them despite also having hardcore exams going on

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silently studying across from someone in a library is a love language

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Grannies around 100 years old appeared in Vogue 2020. They are so beautiful just like flowers.

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we are not seven

Summary: The Big Hit Labels launched many products using BTS' fame. As albums, apps and clothes are boring now, the PR team has another idea: BTS themed parks with BTS clones. And only a few selected fans are chosen to test the prototype. What they don't know is, one of the seven groups are the real boys.

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But I didn't do anything wrong, was my first thought as I was asked to follow the staff. After enjoying the BTS concert minutes ago, I couldn't remember half of it. But I was pretty sure that I didn't do anything that would get me in trouble. I hadn't even filmed much.

The female staff had smiled and asked if I could spare a few minutes to follow her backstage. Backstage. That could be both very bad or very good. It's the place where BTS is walking around. But also the scary security.

"Stay close," the staff said and guided me deeper into the building. I nodded, when she used one of her cards to open a big door. Maybe BTS is behind it, screamed the fangirl in me. But they were not. It was a man and a woman.

"Hello," said the man. The woman greeted me with a quick nod. They were sitting on one side of a long table, looked friendly and smiled at me. "Sit down please," he spoke again. I followed suit.

"Did you enjoy the concert?"

"Yes, yes of course," I answered happily. It was really easy to distract me.

"Please don't freak out, but-," the woman began.

Isn't this one of the sentences to really freak somebody out, ma'am?

"You are Luna right?," she waited a second for me to nod,"we came across your account and confirmed you are a very dedicated and knowledgeable fan."

"Thank you?," I answered unsure about the compliment. I could also be blacklisted, I realized. Obsessive fans were dedicated and knowledgeable as well, after all.

"We are about to launch a new project for ARMYs and need fans we can trust to evaluate the process. So we need your help, Luna."

Her name was Yuna, and she made sure I knew that my options were little. As I already knew about that a new project of any kind existed, I was pretty sure bound to accept the offer.

So when I confirmed my involvement, she pulled a ton of papers from her bag. And then started explaining.

"BTS theme park" was the temporary name of the project. The park was separated into seven BTS eras. Their trainee days, debut era, I Need U, Blood, Sweat& Tears, Spring Day, Fake Love and the present. The BTS members would take part and be present at every station, recreate the era and interact with fans.

There was one innovative thing about the park. They were going to use clones.

The reason the PR team chose me was my fan account, where I used to analyze music videos and simply make jokes nobody found funny. But apparently it showed the PR team I was smart enough to take part in this big project. They needed fans who knew a lot about the group and could find the faults in the clones. Did they act out of character? Was the experience authentic? What kind of improvement was possible?

The park was going to include the seven eras, probably more in the future. And the fans could stay up to a week with BTS. The PR team knew that problems could arise. Mostly delusional fans could mistake the clones for real and get too excited about the close relationship.

But the primary goal of the project was to give everyone a chance to meet BTS and build a friendship. The clones would purely be friends and were not allowed to cross the line. This was another criteria we should observe. The clones should never be more than friends, never.

My station at the BTS theme park was the present era. The most boring one to me. A long career as an ARMY made me miss my old boys and the memories from eras in the past. But I was positioned there for being an 'experienced' fangirl. The clones in the present should be the best, as the PR team predicted it to be the most popular stop.

The other group members  were chosen very carefully as well. For example the trainee group only had korean members and a manager who had known BTS for years.

Yuna gave me a lot of reading material and DVDs so I could refresh some of the information, and my homework was officially to fangirl. In a week I would join the other girls- 21 in total, three per era- for another workshop kind of thing. With basically more BTS stuff. As if that wasn't enough; they were paying me!

21 girls, fangirls, were waiting in front of the Big Hit building. Everyone was best friends already. The love for the same seven boys did this to you. So while we were discussing our favorite songs ans eras, we didn't notice how Yuna was waiting for us by the door.

"Girls, come in!," she had to yell for us to finally look up and move. I had found the girls from my group, Anne and Lia. They had been fans since BTS' debut like me, and were around my age.

"The first part of the workshop is about safety, things you should pay attention to," Yuna explained,"Afterwards you are taking the cars with your group to the theme park. During the ride you will listen to another seminar about your specific era."

Seated in a meeting room, we were given snacks and drinks. A Big Hit staff repeated what we already knew. But it made clear that the rules were important and we had to work hard to make the project perfect.

And before we knew, we were already inside the car driving to out of Seoul. The exact location was a secret, and I was too bad at orientation to know where we ended. The lecture inside the car didn't have any new information as well, so at some point we started chatting by ourselves.

I learned that Anne was from London and casted during a concert just like me. Lia on the other hand was Korean and one of the known BTS-fancafé members. Another thing we had in common was that we saw BTS as our babies and couldn't chose a favorite member.

The project long forgotten and deep in our conversation, we didn't realize that we had arrived until the door flew open. The view in front of us was nothing we expected, bigger than any project so far. A little town almost, just for us.

The gate greeted us with the words:

"Welcome home, ARMY."

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scented beauty - ep. 01

Hitman AU/ Taehyung and Reader. 

Where did she come from? A woman appeared in his way. Right between his target and the bullet. Moving around to have a clear view didn’t help either, she was standing too close to the chairman. Not only that, she was pushing him into a café now. 

“Mission abort, target out of sight,” Taehyung reported to his partner, Jungkook.

“Okay, bro. We’ll figure out another plan,” Jungkook answered and ended the call. 

Out of curiosity, Taehyung peeked at the street one more time. The woman from earlier had exited the building, but she was hastily looking around for something. Or someone? She was scanning the buildings up and down. And then she noticed Taehyung. She opened her mouth and pointed at him. He couldn't hear her words from the balcony he stood on, but Taehyung definitely read a few curse words from her lips. Tilting his head, Taehyung thought, the crazy woman was cursing at me.

Your view

When you noticed the red dot at the forehead of this random man, your first thought was cats. You liked to play laser hunt with your cat. But why would anyone point it at this old man? He could get blinded.

Wait a second.

The dot was more the type you saw in movies, right before an unimportant character died. Was this the laser of a gun? It kinda looked like one. The man himself didn't notice the dot on his forehead.

If this man was the target, they wouldn't shoot at you, right? Encouraged by that naive thought, you jumped between the beam and the man. The first thing to do was to get him out of here. So you pushed this stranger into the cafe behind him, no matter how much he pushed you away and called you names. Once inside you asked him, “Do you have any enemies?” Completely normal way to greet strangers right? But the man didn’t seem that shocked. He immediately turned at a man, who apparently had followed you inside the cafe. You tried to mention the red dot, but the two were already on the phone, speaking fast and hastily. 

“Thank you, Miss,” the stranger you saved finally said,”I’ll remember you.” Would’ve been cute, if he wasn’t an old man and didn’t rush to the back door right after. 

You were curious about the red dot, and also you had to get out of here and quit your job. So you left the cafe and looked around, scanned the high buildings with balconies. That's where all the hitman hid in movies. And there, there was a man standing next to a gun looking just as confused as you were, at the balcony of the hotel you worked for. The hotel that you would leave for good. Just when you wanted to quit, because the job was boring, a hitman entered the hotel. Great.

You pointed your finger at him, there was no way you would let him get away with this. There would be no killers at your hotel. You knew the room he stayed in, you knew everything about the hotel you loved and hated so much. So with his room number in mind, you pointed at the weirdo again and yelled him orders to stay where he was. Clearly logic already left you, you entered the hotel and didn't stop, until you opened the hotel door with the masters key. It was one of your favorite suits, couples liked to stay there. Not killers, for gods sake.

He was still standing there on the balcony. Surprised that you actually found him, he stepped away from his gun.

Yes, Y/N the gun, the thing that could blow away your brain. Run, girl. What are you doing here? You didn't only decide to end your job, but also your life.

„What do you think you're doing there?" Trying to kill a man obviously, he could kill you, too. He looked at you with the same confused look from earlier and began to whisper into his headpiece. Woman and CCTV were the only things you understood and he was walking closer to you. You stepped back, but tried to act tough nevertheless.

„The security is on their way, I saw you aim at that man, and your gun!", you pointed at his instruments. He chuckled. Maybe he knew that you forgot to inform the security. You really wanted to die, didn't you?

„But I won't be here for them to get me, sorry", he turned around and packed his things very professionally.

„You can't leave!", with his gun out of sight you were confident again. "Y-you tried to kill a man! You can't kill people at this hotel", but at other places then, girl?

„Will you stop me?", he asked with a smirk on his face. „Y-yes", you stuttered and tried to pull a pose you remembered from Taekwondo you had learned as a child. You had sucked at it.

„Technically I didn't do anything, and you have no real evidence, do you?", annoyance laid in his voice.

„I saw you", but you knew there was nothing you could prove.

„Then pretend you didn't, princess." He walked past you, your shoulder touched his side. And you two froze. 

Not literally of course, but you both couldn’t move further. It wasn't his touch that made you both feel electrified. Something else made you both freeze and stare at each other. 

It was your scents. You knew each others scents. The scent from two years ago. From a time his job didn't include killing people. 

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Presents. Maknae Line.

Masterlist.

Jimin

You didn’t know how you started exchanging the Birthday Lists. It must’ve been Jimin’s idea to write down over the whole year, what you found interesting or wished for, and give it to each other. Now it was so much easier to gift each other, when all you had to do was follow the list. The list you gave Jimin this year contained a phone case with your couple-selfie, candles with Jimin’s favorite scent, the latest book Jimin read and the album, Jimin had enjoyed the most this year. So it wasn’t “Buy me this and that, be my ATM”, but buy me things that included him.

“Jin Hyung said that our lists are lame, it’s missing surprises,” Jimin said, after reading your list.

“Why? It is not completely decided, I don’t know what I will get exactly,” you answered.

“Yes, but it’s also true that you know you will get a case, candles, book and an album,” Jimin shrugged his shoulders.

“Which is great,” you walked over to him,”With a list like that, I’m also telling you what not to buy.”

“I understand what you mean, like I really need a notebook, but no pens.”

“Exactly.”

“Maybe we could change it up a little bit next year,” you suggested. “What do you mean?”

“We won’t do a get-me-this list, but the opposite,” you giggled at your idea.

“So a ‘Buy me this and I’ll throw it away’ list? Things we don’t need?” “Dingdongdang!”

“Call.”

Taehyung

Who buys a phone for his girlfriend a brand new phone, just to throw shade? Right, Kim Taehyung does that. He would do even more than that, if he wasn’t scared of you.

With his hands and voice shaking, he handed you an iPhone box and said,”I thought your phone must’ve been broken, as you didn’t respond to my texts.”

Like, seriously.

“You still have the receipt, I hope? So you can bring it back?,” you asked.

“No, of course not,” he answered, still scared you will explode any second. He had bought the phone without thinking, but with you in front of him made him falter.

“Kim Taehyung, bring it back, I’m not using your phone, mines running just fine,” you pushed the box away from your face in hopes he would stop this.

“So why weren’t you texting me back then? It must’ve been the phone, it can’t be that you were ignoring me right?,” he asked with wide eyes.

“Why though? I was ignoring you so obviously.” You huffed at him.

“Oh, but my girlfriend wasn’t a bitch,” Taehyung was gaining confidence, as you didn’t kill him.

Knowing that arguing wouldn’t do much, you stopped talking and turned back to the book you were reading before. But Taehyung didn’t let it go and continued standing in front of you.

“The bitch is ignoring you again, can’t you tell?,” you told him after a while.

“All you need to do is apologize, you know?,” he said simply. Making you feel all bad. Not that you wanted to ignore him. He got on your nerves with his texts, arguing about something you didn’t even remember. So you had ignored him, because you didn’t want to fight. Which had caused another fight.

“I know, something you should do as well, instead of buying that with a double meaning.” You pointed at the box in his hands. He was beginning to feel bad about it, hiding the it behind his big hands.

“Okay, on the count of three, we apologize at the same time okay?,” he suggested.

“If you let me do it alone, I’m buying you a stopwatch!,” you warned him. Petty presents were your thing as well.

“Understood, 1, 2, 3!”

“I’m sorry!”

Jungkook

At some point of your relationship, you both found the perfect way to gift each other. It was the perfect combo of both your interests and passion. Food. Who cares about fancy jewelry, meaningful objects or love letters. There was food to top all that. The different flavors, in hand with the aura of the restaurant and all the memories you built together. That’s what counted. You both were bad at picking presents anyway.

Jungkook for example was lazy about finding presents, so he got you the same things his members bought for their girlfriends or asked them for ideas as their youngest. Plus he was worried about making mistakes. Because the golden boy could never make one. Never. And that had annoyed you a lot, and that’s why you had cursed at him and suggested to just buy good food for each other.

“What’s the plan for tonight, love?,” you asked Jungkook, as it was his turn to pick a place to eat. He always found the more interesting ones, where you tried to find better versions of basic foods.

“Tonight we are eating, drumrolls please,” he waited for you to make the sounds,” Turkish food!”

“What? How?”

“What do you mean how? With our mouth of course!” He laughed at his own joke.

“Ha ha, JK. But I mean how did you think of Turkish food?”

“Because they have all I can wish for?,” he looked at you as if that was the most stupid question you could’ve asked,”Kebab of all kinds, rice on the side and the most amazing desserts? Hello?”

“Dessert?,” you asked, a lot more interested.

“Yes, sugar water poured on everything. It’s exactly your style.” He flashed his bunny smile at you.

“Kebab for you, sugar water for me. Sounds perfect, JK.”

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Presents. Hyung Line.

Masterlist.

Seokjin

“This is so embarrassing. Alexa, play Embarrassed by BTS,” rang through your mind. Recreating Alexa memes in your head was the least of your problems, in front of the situation you were facing. 

Jin had announced that he finally managed to buy one of the action figures, he was after for a while. And now he explained you on the phone, how hard it had been to get it using all of his connections. Listening to his side of the story, everything was fine. More than that, you should be happy for him, he sounded so euphoric. 

The only problem was, that you called him to say, that you managed to get the same exact figure as well. Not the fancy way though. You had followed every auction side on the internet, keeping an eye on them, in case someone had the figure you had in mind. And miraculously at the beginning of this week, it had appeared. And so you bid over the piece and won. Or maybe lost, your account was missing a big sum now. It was second hand, but Jin wouldn’t mind, you had thought. All he would use it for was staring at it for a while and wait for it to cover in dust. 

“Babe, are you not happy? Don’t repeat your ‘Action figures are useless’ thing again, I’m too happy for that,” Jin said, after you didn't respond to him. 

“No, Jin. It’s great news, re-really,” you stuttered, still unsure of what to do. 

“But it’s a bummer, that I got just one, you know,” Jin added with a little less excited voice. 

“Why? I always tell you not to be greedy, one piece of useless plastic on your shelf is enough, isn’t it?” No matter how confused you were, you couldn’t give up on ranting on him. 

“Miss Problematic, I’m thinking about my best friend Namjoons, who happens to miss that one piece in his collection,” he mimicked your annoyed high pitched voice. But you weren’t annoyed anymore. You were blissed. The hundreds of dollars you spent weren’t for the cat, like your one weird German friend always said. 

“What will you do, if I solve that problem for you?”

“We did talk about marriage, you are the one opposing it, I’m free this weekend.” Sometimes you regretted joking around him.

“Just make sure you have enough signed albums for me to bribe my colleges, I’ll be fine,” you changed the subject, and explained how you wanted to surprise him with your purchase, but failed, but also not. So he would gift his figure to Namjoon, and gladly accept your gift.

Yoongi

If buying sleep was possible, you would’ve been the first person to do it for him. Or maybe second, because Yoongi would possibly be the first one to do so. He was richer than you after all. Anyways, there was nothing that this boy wished for, as he either didn’t need anything, or was already in possession of it. It didn’t help, that he was quite minimalistic and practical in his way of living. He did smile and shine, when you gifted him decoration and couple items, but now he threatened you with buying you even more useless things in return, like items shown in those tiktok videos. So you were cautious.

“Don’t buy anything,” Yoongi interrupted your whining. 

“Because my existence alone is enough right?,” you asked and pretended to vomit on him. He didn’t even react to it. 

“Don’t be ridiculous,” this earned him a kick against the shin,”we don’t need to gift each other anymore.” “Whoa, just be honest and confess you are tired of me already,” you acted as if you were hurt by his words. You weren’t. But acting crazy made him react to you sometimes. 

“I got an idea, how about you stop acting crazy? Great gift! For like a week or so?” Like you hoped, he entirely turned into your direction and tried to act all serious. 

“So you can get bored even more? No I can’t risk that.” You sticked out your tongue. Only Yoongi could sit there and try to analyze your behavior like this. He didn’t label you as just plainly crazy, but tried to understand why you did this. After a long staring contest, he finally clapped his hands and turned back to the notebook in front of him. 

“You already have a present, that’s why you are so bratty,” he said calmly. 

“Is it because you’re a pisces? How do you always know, I don’t like that.” “Bring out the gift, so you can relax.” And with huffing and puffing you stood up and walked to your bag. Like he guessed, you already had his gift, you just wanted to annoy him a bit.Even though it never worked the way you hoped. 

“Here,” you said and put the package under his nose. 

“My girl is so mindful, how did you know I ran out of it?,” he asked, picking up his favorite perfume out of the box. 

“I’m not, you were beginning to stink, that’s it,” you lied. 

“Thank you, then? And you are welcome, for not stinking anymore?,” he said a little unsure. 

Hoseok 

It was easy to make Hoseok gifts. Get into mall, look out for the most expensive store and find the most expensive thing. Easy for the brain, a little hard for the wallet. But it’s fine. You reduced situations for gifting each other down to birthdays. It was fine to spent hundreds once a year. That’s what you told yourself. 

The other way around, Hoseok was struggling enormously. To be fair, he had the money, but the ideas were missing. There was no brand you liked (you cursed way too many times about those capitalists, which included Hoseok sometimes), and you looked like you had everything you needed. In Hoseok’s eyes, it was never wrong to have far more than what you needed, but he didn’t want to buy you things that would age in the corner of your room. 

“Just buy her something she mentioned before,” Jimin suggested,”exchange lists of what you want or something.”

“Is that what you do with your girlfriend?,” Hoseok asked confused. 

“Yea, so we both can be happy,” Jimin answered.

“But aren’t surprises more fun though?,” Seokjin added.

“Don’t start with that shit, Hyung. Not only did your girl get you something you bought for yourself, but you did the same thing for her as well,” Hoseok said, not sure why he was asking his members for advice.

“That’s called fate and love, we just know each other too well,” Jin rolled his eyes at Hoseok. 

“I thought about make-up? Or clothes, she rarely has time to go shopping,” Hoseok voiced some of his ideas. 

“Please, she will say ‘Am I not pretty, do you want me to change?’ if you turn up with those things,” Yoongi said. 

“Hyung, sorry but you are the only one dating a psycho,” Hoseok said. 

“But Yoongi is right though, make-up and clothes are risky, one for her reaction but also you can’t match her taste 100% with those things,” Jin argued.

“Ah! I’ll gift a coupon, a shopping spree with me and I’m buying everything! What about that?,” Hoseok asked his members enthusiasticly. 

“It’s pretty close to my idea, so I like it!,” Jimin said, and the others agreed as well. 

Namjoon 

Namjoon had animals, stars, parts of the moon, trees, hell even whole forests dedicated to him. So maybe some of the oxygen you breathed was his. How could you top that? How could you find better gifts for his birthday, when that boy literally owned parts of the universe? Of course, he had things he was passionate about, things he collected and bought. You couldn’t buy him a whole museum, neither a collector’s piece nor real paintings. But you hoped, that maybe if you created something, maybe he would love it like art on display.

So operation ‘Learn how to get into pottery and create an acceptable tea pot’ began two weeks before your anniversary. Not that Namjoon was a tea person, but he was a person with baby shoes in his studio. That boy only cared for aesthetics. 

And you learned how to be patient with your untalented hands, started growing muscles, and finally created the most asymmetrical tea pot the world had seen. The artsy type of asymmetrical though. And it definitely had character, you like the plain design, and the gold accents you had added to cover up some uneven parts. 

“Babe, this is gorgeous!,” Namjoon said, confirming that you did choose well.

“I’m happy you like it,” you responded, overly confident with how the pot turned out. 

“I didn’t know you could do something like this, babe. It will look great in the studio.”

“How did you know I made it?,” you asked Namjoon, clearly with less confidence than earlier. Because you had thought about selling it as an artist piece, like that’s how pleased you were with the tea pot. 

Noticing the shift in your mood, Namjoon was confused. 

“Is it ugly?,” you asked, when he didn’t respond. 

“I told you, it looks amazing! It’s missing-”

“It’s missing what?,” you interrupted.

“It’s missing a logo at the bottom, babe! Don’t be overdramatic!,” Namjoon laughed. 

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After a break up./ “Save me”

Masterlist. 

Seokjin

The boys were standing in formation, only Seokjin seemed lost. He didn't even know what song they were getting ready for. Not that he cared. The last hour, he had been fighting with his body more than usual, and with the boys as well. He bumped into Hoseok a few times, which was nearly impossible. But Hoseok and the other boys showed patience. Because they knew, that Seokjin was struggling with more than the choreography. It had been a few days since they witnessed you storm out of the dorm, leaving their oldest brother in anger and tears. No one had the guts to ask what was going on, not with their Hyung shooting flames with his eyes.

"Hyung, here," Taehyung gestured at the spot next to him, helping Seokjin with the formation. But this one wasn't ready to accept any help,

"Do you think I don't know?," he fought back, and Taehyung and the other boys next to him widened their eyes in shock over the sudden arguing.

"Yes, it seems like you don't know, at all, Hyung," Namjoon answered, who had enough of the weird and dangerous atmosphere,"We understand it's not an easy time for you, but the comeback is around the corner, so you better get yourself together?"

"Kim Namjoon, I'm older than you!"

"And I'm the leader, Hyung." Namjoon had been silent about the whole situation, giving his brother some space, but maybe it was the wrong approach.

"So I have to fight through work, with my head spinning like crazy?," Seokjin responded with a softer voice this time. He always respected Namjoon as the leader, trusted in his words blindly. He was the only one to wake him up a little.

"Work hard to forget about it for a while," Namjoon didn't dare to say 'forget about her' instead of 'it',"and afterwards we will have our talk in the evening."

"But first you have to tell me, which song is next."

Yoongi

For the first time in his life, Yoongi was being a petty person. Since you two broke up, he was all about rolling eyes, talking back and correcting people. But this wasn’t that far from his usual character, the boys tried to believe. But then they saw Yoongi stacking boxes and boxes in the living room. Yoongi was juggling a seemingly heavy box on top of another, when his eyes met with Jimin. As the atmosphere was quite great in the living room apart from Yoongi’s mysterious actions, the younger didn’t think much and started talking.

“What are you doing, Hyung? Moving out?,” Jimin joked and the rest of the boys laughed with him. But not for long. Because Yoongi started to blush and exit the room. They exchanged curious looks, until Jin forced Jungkook to open one of the boxes. So Jungkook stood up, unsure if it was the right thing and also scared that Yoongi would come back and scold him. 

“Hyung,” Jungkook didn’t adress anyone especially,”Yoongi Hyung became weird.” The boxes were filled with everything and nothing at the same time. It was mostly junk from Yoongi’s studio they recognized, that seemed to be there forever. There were figures, old equipment and headphones. 

“At least he isn’t moving out,” Namjoon said as nothing seemed important. 

“But did he always have so much pink stuff?,” Jin asked, seeing the common trait of the content. 

“Oh, isn’t that what his girlfriend got him for his birthday?,” Taehyung asked and picked one of the action figures,”Yoongi Hyung made fun of it, because of how unpopular and poorly made it was.” “Put that back in,” Yoongi had entered the room,”I’m sending them back to their original owner.”

The boys had guessed that things weren’t going well with the two of you, when you stopped coming by and Yoongi didn’t run to his phone everytime it rang. 

“Did you two break up?,” Hoseok asked.

“Jungkook, come and pick up the last box, it’s too heavy,” Yoongi only responded. That was the only answer they would get, they knew that too well. So again, the youngest was forced to do something he hated. “It’s his fault for having a big body, but being a scaredy cat,” Jin whispered to Namjoon about Jungkook.

The studio seemed naked with all the stuff outside, the other boxes must’ve included more than old stuff then, Jungkook thought. “Did she gift you so much, Hyung?” “No, but I also don’t like to see the stuff, that she always touched or stuff, that smells like her.”

“But,” Jungkook saw little perfume bottles -almost empty- on the shelf,”Isn’t this-” He coulnd’t finish his question, not with Yoongi staring at him like that. 

“I bought them, so I am not returning them, do you know how expensive they were?”

“Of course, Hyung.”

Hoseok 

It was no secret, that even his own members feared Hoseok sometimes. The way his eyes caught every mistake and how he could hide criticism behind his smile. But now he was even sharper and didn’t bother smiling. Jimin had to admit, he had cursed at you a few times because of it. 

“Won’t you work harder?,” Hoseok yelled to be heard over the music. Or to simply let out some of his anger. Because he developed a lot of it lately. And working hard and yelling helped. 

“I’m done! One more routine and I’m dying!,” Jin dramatically said and laid down on the floor. “Me too!,” the rest of the boys joined, so that the floor was filled with the sweaty bodies of grown men. 

“Are you serious? The comeback is next month!”

“Really? I thought it was tomorrow by the way we were training!,” Taehyung said sarcastically. 

“Ya! It’s not time to joke around,” Hoseok yelled.

“It’s not time to joke, it’s not time to eat or laugh or breath,” Jungkook whined. 

“Maknae!,” Hoseok warned. 

“Hope-a, we did more than enough, let’s be understanding,” Namjoon tried to calm Hoseok down. 

“I saw you do the wrong moves around the two minute mark!” “Hyung, I start to hate your ex now, you know,” Jimin spoke without thinking. 

“YA! WHAT DOES THAT MEAN? WHY BRING HER UP?”

“It’s because of her, don’t deny it! Working helps you forget about her, am I wrong?,” Jimin spoke, even though knowing he would regret it afterewards. 

“Really, Hoseok, stop torturing yourself. Let’s go grab a drink, otherwise there won’t be any healthy men around for comeback next month,” Yoongi said. 

Namjoon

It was so ironic, that Namjoon had to laugh out loud. In the past, when he wrote songs about heartbreak, breakups or love in general, it seemed easier. No, it was easier. It was easier to imagine the pain, lose himself in lyrics and melodies. But now his own abilities betrayed him. He was suffering from his breakup with you, so writing about it should heal him a little. But there he was, staring at the blank walls in the studio. 

“It’s so unfair,” he spoke to himself, something he did very often, since you left,”Am I not in great pain? I am. Am I not a musician? I am. So what’s the deal, Namjoon-a?” 

Telling the boys that you broke up had been easy for him, he had joked that they should look forward to a great album à la Taylor Swift. 

“You can do it,” he tried to make himself work one more time, with no success. It was the same wall, the same notebook, the same hole in his brain again. 

And nothing seemed to help, not the walk in parks, museums, not even the alcohol. It was even worse with it. Because he was reminded of you, and not in a good way to produce new songs. He couldn’t fit your smile or laugh into a song. 

He felt so lost, that he did something that seemed very, very dumb. To others at least, because it didn’t feel like a mistake to him to dial your number and wait for you to answer. 

“Namjoon,” you answered the phone only a second after Namjoon called. 

“Hi, how are you?,” Namjoon asked like it was any other day, before you broke up. A little small talk followed after that, until you noticed his urgency behind his voice. 

“What is it?,” you asked

“I can’t seem to write, I feel empty,” he confessed.

“It must be me then, the problem I mean.”

“Probably, I wrote only perfect songs, before you left me.” 

“Your fans will hate me.” “I think so.”

“Do you hate me?”

“You wish.” “There you have it, use it for the next song.”

“You are heartless, aren’t you?,” Namjoon laughed sadly.

“And there goes another song idea. I’m hanging up, call me after you finish.”

Jimin 

He gave up. On everything. So it didn’t bother him, that the manager was announcing the departure time in a rather annoyed voice, or that Jungkook had threatened to kill him. Even though it didn’t seem like he joked. 

“Tell them, I broke my leg or something,” Jimin said, not moving from the couch. 

“The paparazzi saw you walk in just perfectly, but I can break it now, if you want,” Jungkook responded. Jin was holding onto his shoulders, as a precaution.

“Please do that,” Jimin answered back. 

“Manager, cancel the interview,” Namjoon finally announced. Everyone froze, even Jimin didn’t know what to do. The last few days, everyone either babied him or fought him for his behaviour. But the leader didn’t interfer at all.

“Ugh, okay I’ll come out, but don’t expect me to speak or smile.”

“No, I mean it, we gave you enough time,” Namjoon nodded to the manager to proceed with the cancelation,”We have to talk this out.”

“Why are you making such a big deal of it?,” Jimin stood up.

“Jimin, look at me,” Namjoon ignored Jimin’s question,”Did you start this because of her?,” he didn’t need to mention your name, Jimin still understood and shook his head,”Do you think of her when you perform? Or did we come this far because of her?” Again Jimin shook his head, growing smaller by each question. 

“Then why the hell are we suffering because of her?,” Namjoon was shouting now, so that Jin moved away from Jungkook to Namjoon, to hold him back now. 

“Hyung,” Jimin fell onto his knees,”I don’t want this either.” “Let’s go on stage, working always helped us in the past. And afterwards we’ll talk it out.”

Taehyung

“Yoongi, stop biting your nails,” Jin repeated for the third time. 

“But he is making me nervous,” Yoongi answered, putting his hands on the table,”How can they- I mean how he stay so calm about this? Didn’t they almost print the wedding invitations?”

“We did and it’s better than ending it on the wedding day,” Taehyung’s voice made the two eldest members jump,”I’m okay, so don’t worry.” Taehyung patted on Yoongi’s back, and left the kitchen after grabbing some snacks. He didn’t act differently, he came out to eat, watch TV. Maybe he spent too much time gaming, but he argued that he did have the time now that you broke up. The situation was effortlessly natural, that Yoongi almost went crazy. He had to do something about it, as soon as possible.

It was the next day, after their schedule and usually they would drive back in groups of three or four. But when Taehyung entered the car, not only Jimin and Jin joind him, but the rest of the boys as well. Yoongi was sitting on th driver’s seat. 

“We’re going to the sea!,” Jungkook screamed and Jimin added sound effects to it.

“No, drive to the dorms I have a game tournament scheduled!,” Taehyung said, but the boys immediately pretended to fall asleep. “Hyung, please,” he tried once more, directed to Yoongi in the front. He only told him to sleep as well. 

“We arrived,” Yoongi yelled after a few hours, and everyone jumped up and opened the doors. Jungkook grabbed Taehyung’s hands and dragged him to the beach. It was late at night, noone there to see or hear them.

Jungkook didn’t stop until they reached the waves. He then turned around to Taehyung and suddenly looked very serious. 

“Now you talk, scream at the waves!”

“Why? What did they do?,” Taehyung tried to joke, not convincing anyone. 

“Let it all out,” Jimin whispered and patted Taehyung’s back,”we’ll be by the car, because it’s freaking cold, but you better return with teary eyes and your voice gone.” Before Taehyung could react, the boys already started walking back. He had to follow suit. So he kneeled into the moist sand, allowing his emotions to crawl out after a long time. 

“I’m sorry,” he spoke to the waves,”I’m so sorry,” he repeated, a little louder this time. “I’m so so so sorry.” And finally tears left his eyes, the first ones he allowed himself since you two broke up. 

Jungkook

Maybe it should’ve been Hoseok or Namjoon, who saw Jungkook in the kitchen that night. This way noone would’ve cried or started a fight this weird and pointless. But of course, it was Jin who caught Jungkook, who was eating from the fridge like a starving animal. 

“JK! At least close the door, if you’re done eating!,” Jin yelled at Jungkook for leaving the fridge open for so long,”and get a glass for the juice!”

“It wasn’t even five seconds, let me breath!,” Jungkook yelled just as loudly.

“Breath? You let yourself breath, take a break from eating nonstop!” “Huh! I came back from the gym, I was starving- STARVING!”

“Whoa, how can you be so-,” Jin started, but stopped himself from talking, because of meaningless their discussion was. 

“Childish? You wanted to say childish, right? You are just like her!,” Jungkook suddenly started whining and slammed the door shut. 

The boys didn’t have to ask Jungkook about the breakup. He had made it very obvious what was going on. He became very sensitive to everything, overate most of the time and rushed to the gym afterwards. And it didn’t need a genius to understand, that Jungkook being childish had been the reason for the breakup. 

“No, I didn’t want to say -” “Childish? Sure, sure, I bet in your head it goes ‘Maknae JK, young JK, cute JK’, the fact that you call me JK and not Jungkook shows me no respect.” Jungkook was pouting with Nutella smeared on his face, so it was hard for Jin not to laugh then and there. 

“But you are the Maknae.”

“Hyung!”

“What’s wrong with acting like that? It’s part of you, and if someone has a problem with that, good thing that you broke up.”  “But Hyung, you should act your age sometimes,” Jungkook responded, a lot more calm now. 

“We should do a lot of things, like wipe off the Nutella from your face, but if that’s what makes you happy, forget about her.”

[igotyoukth]

Busy

Masterlist.

Seokjin

It started with a few notes on the fridge, that wished you good luck for your exam. But seeing you enjoy these messages, Jin expanded his business. Now you found hearts, motivational quotes and drawings in the weirdest places. It became a game you both enjoyed.

"Found surprise number 37, but the lid of my night cream? You are something else...," you texted Jin.

"Thank you and I love you is missing in your text, brat," he responded.

"But your surprise said "Don't listen to others, you are your own instructor", I'll do what I want."

"Why can I see you sticking your tongue out through text?"

"I really did stick out my tongue writing that, I feel exposed. Gotta study xx," you texted before turning back to your late night studies. You turned on your lamp, but noticed how irregular the light was. There were dark spots at certain angles. You lifted your lamp to inspect the bulb, but of course you found something else. A heart with bith your initials on it was glued to the inside of the lamp.

"For real... Thank you, and I love you, will forever do," you wrote to Seokjin, and attached a selfie with the heart.

Yoongi

You made a great team. Both hard working and driven by passion. You had your snacks ready, and already a routine about who would make coffee next. Everything was working perfectly. Except for the fact, that for the first time you felt overwhelmed by the amount of work your had to finish. You were actually stressed and scared of the deadline, but didn't know what to do about it. Talking to Yoongi didn't seem fair, he was swimming in his own pool of assignments.

"It's time for coffee, I'll be back in a minute," he said and stood up with your cups in his hands. Once he was gone you started rubbing your eyes and massaging your temples. You tried not to cry, when you looked over your table. Yoongi would be back any moment, you couldn't allow tears falling down. Also crying would only slow you down. Something you couldn't afford.

With hands full of hot coffee, Yoongi entered the room and sat back down in his spot. The familiar silence followed.

"Love, let's take break, hm?," Yoongi suggested,"I will go crazy if I see another note." He didn't wait for your answer, but took your hands and made you stand up. He then lifted your arms and hugged your waist, so that you were in a dancing position. With his short instruction to Siri on his phone a ballad started playing.

"It's hard, isn't it? Don't try to hide it, this is not your usual work behavior," he spoke softly. All you could do was nod.

"Pretty one, cry if you need to, but pushing yourself isn't helping."

"And crying will help?"

"Crying, whining, cursing, all that helps. Believe me I'm a professional in that."

Hoseok

Was really "Can you turn off your phone" by BTS playing in the background? There was no way you were imagining this. Irritated by the sound, you walked into the kitchen, from where the song came from. In the kitchen you found Hoseok with his phone inside one of your mugs, to make the sound louder.

"This won't work, dear. Grab the stereo system, that's gonna be better, let the whole city listen to your song," you said sarcastically.

"Will you then stop ignoring me and come cuddle?," he asked, finally stopping the song.

"You know that I have to finish this project."

"Mimimi Miss Project Miss Important Miss CEO," he mimicked your voice.

"If you continue to interrupt me like that, I cant even dream of becoming a CEO," you crossed your arms, when his mouth took the infamous triangle form.

"I hate seeing you stressed," he confessed.

"So you try to stress me even more? I don't understand you, Hoseok."

"Wow, now I'm Hoseok?"

"That's your name after all."

"Fine, I won't get on your nerves, but take breaks and cuddle with me or I'll start playing this song inside your head."

Namjoon

You could be such a drama queen sometimes. It annoyed you, how badly you behaved under pressure. But at least you managed to get some work done. And Namjoon was already used to it.

"Why can't you cooperate for once! I hate you sometimes, you know that? I'm trying to work here and wanted you to do one thing, just one! But all you do is sit around and stare at me!," you were screaming at the top of your lungs. At this point maybe you should mention that you weren't fighting with your boyfriend, but your printer. Even though Namjoon was terrified as if you had screamed at him. Just like any other printer, yours was talented in sensing deadlines and your stress, so it decided to die.

"I'll get mine from the studio, wait a second babe," Namjoon said quietly, unsure if he could come close to you without another outburst of yours.

"If you do that, I'll love you forever."

"That's nothing new," he smiled, relieved that your anger was already gone. "I'll get you coffee as well, and rest while I'm gone, ok?," he added. You nodded and walked to him. You hugged his waist and whispered a little thank you in his neck.

"I'm not as good as you at dealing with me, but I'll try my best." He was talking about how you supported him, whenever he was working on new music.

"I didn't do it for you to pay me back," you said.

"I know, but I still want to do the same for you, because I love it when you help me when I'm stressed."

"Thank you, Joon. But now please hurry and get the printer."

Jimin

A house elf was living in your apartment. One that was scared of you, but extremely helpful with cleaning. Jimin was trying to be as supportive as he could, without being in your way. He cleaned and cooked, when you took breaks or showered. He even took care if the dishes you collected on your table.

"Where are you, Dobby?," you yelled around the house, looking for your house elf.

"Dobby?," Jimin's voice answered from the kitchen,"are you really referring to Harry Potter right now?" He didn't look offended, he was smiling at you.

"But look at you, I had to choose between Dobby and Kreacher, and you are too cute for Kreacher." Jimin smiled even bigger.

"Sit down, I'm almost done with the soup."

"Don't spend your free time on me, go out and meet the boys or other friends," you told him, as you felt guilty about trapping him inside the house with you.

"You are the only one I miss, and I came to like cooking and cleaning."

"Jhope and Jin will love me for this," you joked, knowing he wouldn't leave the house even when you kicked him out.

"They already love you too much, so let's keep this a secret."

Taehyung

Maybe you should pretend that you had to work for a few more days. Taehyung was treating you like a princess, and you enjoyed it so much. He brought fruits and cakes to your table, refilled your coffee and massaged your shoulders every hour. And oh the kisses and loving stares. It felt great. It probably wasn't the perfect atmosphere to work with, but he gave you confidence and motivation.

"I'm so proud of you," he whispered into your hair and placed warm milk next to your papers. His comment was sweet, but also funny at the same time, because all you did for a whole day was trying to figure out how to calculate the age of a planet. Something that would only bring a few points in an exam.

"And I'm so proud of you," you answered back. And it was more than true, he had nothing scheduled, but still used every opportunity to practice singing and dancing. Not to mention the lyrics and melodies he was constantly working on.

"What to do, love? We are such a genius couple," he giggled, still with his face in your hair.

"Did something good happen? Don't you have problems breathing in my oily hair?" He giggled even harder at that.

"You always listen to classics, when you study, right? I wrote you songs to study to."

"Tae-," you started and turned around to face him.

"It's not a whole album, but a mini album? Stop looking at me like that! I didn't even have to work hard, your face was inspiring enough," he spoke fast with a blush on his face.

"I really have to work hard," you took his hands and kissed them,"I have to thank these hands."

"And lips please, I'm also singing after all."

Jungkook

"If you were a little smarter, maybe you wouldn't have to study that much!"

You really hoped that Jungkook didn't expect you to respond to such a childish text message. He was pissed since you started studying nonstop, and he didn't try hiding it. He was back from tour, and finally had some time for you. But as life hated you so much, it overlapped with your exam season. You lived like a prisoner inside the library, your only attraction in life being the trip to the vending machine.

You placed your phone back inside your bag, before you could waste any second of your precious time on cursing at your boyfriend. "He is not meaning it, he is a good one normally," you told yourself. You didn't expect him to motivate or support you, as he was used to doing things perfectly... just by doing them. So you quickly pushed Jungkook away from your mind.

Hours later, the librarian walked around and announced that they would close in twenty minutes. You felt proud everytime that happened. Not even Jungkook could make you feel bad about this. As a reward, you walked to the vending machine, which felt so familiar by now. What was unfamiliar though, was the figure standing next to it. Dressed in all black with a bucket hat, you recognized your annoying boyfriend. You ignored him, and tried to put coins inside the machine. But Jungkook stopped your hand mid air.

"I'll pay, tell me what you want," he already started to put the money in and waited for you to speak.

"Everything," you said, but turned around and walked away before he could respond. He didn't follow you immediately. You heard something fall inside the machine, and then his footsteps behind you.

"Love, I'm sorry about the text," he walked next to you now,"but I'm finally free, and what happens? I can't see you." He handed you your favorite chocolate bar.

"Sorry, I can't understand, I'm not very smart you see." Not that you were holding grudges or something. Jungkook took your backpack and then your hand.

"You are the smartest person ever, I'll get you more chocolate."

"Chocolate? You are lucky that I need sugar right now," you already forgave him the second you saw him,"and exams are over in two days, then I'm all yours." You squeezed his hand and he squeezed back.

[igotyoukth]

BTS juniors.

Masterlist.

Bear with me and the names of the kids. I’m currently studying for an astronomy exam, and had to use something for the names xx

Seokjin and daughter Ari (4 yo.)

She was the prettiest girl, and growing up as the daughter most confident guy you ever met, she learnt one thing or two. Ari was everything you would call a little lady. She loved pink since birth. Not tht she had any other chance. Your husband, Jin already had turned the whole house pink, the second you found out about the baby’s gender. But with Jin, a son wouldn’t have made a difference to be honest.

And just like her dad, Ari wasn’t just a pretty doll, she was also so kind, nice and intelligent. More than you could ever wish for. She surprised you every day, Jin especially. 

“Dad, I can’t wear them,” Ari whined staring at her white shoes. Jin immediately started looking for pink ones to match her outfit better, but Ari’s frustration grew bigger. “No,” she sighed and walked to the shoeshelf herself. She took black ballerinas out of it and placed them on the floor. 

“They will get dirty,” she explained and shook her little head at her dad. Jin looked down at her little girl and couldn’t hide his shock. His girl was so smart, while he didn’t even know he had to pack a picnic blanket... to go on a picnic. 

“Yes, my smart princess, let me help you,” he said and helped her out of the white shoes. 

And at Han River, Ari didn’t stop shocking her dad. But in the most embarrassing way this time. 

“Do you know my dad?,” she asked a group of female teens, when Jin was busy with the bags. “It’s Jin, from BTS!” Ari started to giggle, when the girls turned to Jin and awed in his direction. “Of course,” the group screamed, when Jin ran towards them to collect his cheeky one. Jin tried to take Ari away, and apologized for her, but the girls were already singing to one of BTS’ hits. 

“Jungkook uncle sings better,” Ari said, again earning wide eyes from her father.

Yoongi and son Haneul (3 yo.)

It was Yoongi’s idea to name your son ‘sky’ in Korean. He liked the metaphorical aspect of it a lot, how his son would always be up high, at school, in his job or in life general. Yoongi also described the sky as something so different, with the several colors and the weather, but still so consistent. 

Maybe it was too deep to others, when it was just a name. But you actually didn’t expect anything different from Yoongi. He had to put too much thought into everything. 

“Mini Min?,” you walked around the house, looking for your son and your husband. You didn’t bother calling them both, as Yoongi was always glued to Haneul, when they were home. 

“It’s mom!,” you heard a little panicked voice from the living room, followed by footsteps running around. You walked towards the noises until you found the culprits in the bedroom of your son. Yoongi was standing tall in front of you, with Haneul hiding behind him. Haneul was hugging Yoongi’s legs, while Yoongi was trying to hide a grin. 

“Where is Haneul?,” you asked Yoongi, joining their game. 

“I think I saw him in the garden,” Yoongi said and winked, telling you to leave the room for a bit. You nodded a little confused, left the room but stopped around the corner, to listen what was happening. 

“Now let’s change before mommy comes, okay?,” Yoongi spoke softly. 

“Is it not pretty?” Haneul’s voice was kind of sad. “It is very pretty, but I don’t think that mom will accept your t-shirt as a drawing.” So that’s what happened, you finally understood. 

“But books are boring.” You could only imagine how pouty he looked right now. Haneul always found new places to draw on, because like he said, drawing books were boring after a while. 

“How about we go out and draw with chalk on the house wall?”

Hoseok and the twins (2yo) Luna (girl)& Leo (boy)

What else was there to expect from the kids of Jung Hoseok. These two were up since way too early in the morning with way too much energy.

“All I wanna do is sleep,” Hoseok whined. The man, who was once so famous for his energy and vitamin like character. The man, who didn’t think twice about another round of dance practice or could handle concert after concert. His own twins were his downfall.

“That’s what I’ll be doing the whole day,” you smirked at him. Last month Hoseok and you made a bet and the winner got a day off. The bet had been nothing spectacular, but for sleep deprived and almost crazy parents multiplication had been hard. So today, you had the day off, you would go to a hotel to just... sleep. You wouldn’t even bother with the spa or any other thing. Sleep was all you needed. 

“And I’ll be having a great day with my two angels!,” Hoseok bluffed. His confident facade didn’t survive for five seconds, because the twins brought him back to reality with their screams. They had been playing peacefully with their toys, which was over now.

Leo had managed to tangle up his doll’s hand in Luna’s skirt, and Luna running away from him made Leo crazy. And of course, Luna had to scream while eunning around. Before you could calm them down, Leo caught his doll, and pulled at it. His doll suddenly left Luna's skirt, so that Leo fell on the floor. Luna looked back at her brother, seeing him and his doll. And a part of her skirt in his hands. So another scream party started at that point. 

“I can’t survive this,” he turned at you,”you can get your free day,when those are five or so, but today you can’t leave me.” 

“Okay, babe. But don't call them 'those', they were your two angels a minute ago.” 

Namjoon and son Jaein (4yo)

These two were so different, but still so similar. Day by day Namjoon was getting clumsier, while Jaein was getting more cautious. But at the same time, they searched for each other, when they saw cute things on TV or in a book they read.

"Daaaad!," Jaein yelled around, until he found his dad in the garden with you. Jaein had a coloring book in his hands. He sat in Namjoon's lap like he always did and told him to wait for a second.

"I found our friends," he explained, searching for the tight page in his book. "You did? This is amazing, Jaein."

"Look! It's an octopus, but you can only see six legs," Jaein pointed at the page with a half colored octopus,"I counted them."

"You did great, but why didn't you finish coloring?"

"Dad!," Jaein suddenly said, frustrated with Namjoon,"I told you, it has six legs!" But Namjoon only had qustion marks all over his face.

"Only six? Not eight?," you helped Namjoon out.

"Ah! Then let us get a pen and draw the missing legs, ok?," Namjoon asked Jaein, who was now happy that his dad saw the problem.

"I'll get them," Jaein said and jumped up.

"I think he's afraid that you will trip again in his room."

"He is so smart and caring." Namjoon had hearts inside his eyes, watching Jaein enter the house.

"Yes, he is, but I think he is also afraid that you will destroy his lego castle."

Jimin and daughter Elea (14 months)

You woke up from Jimin’s screams and Elea’s laughter. While moving in her sleep, Elea somehow had managed to slap her father in, waking both of them. Now she was jumping around on the bed, running away from her dad. She was nowhere close to being stable on her feet, but she trusted Jimin to catch her, if she would fall. 

“Stop right there, rascal!,” Jimin yelled jokingly trying to get a hold of Elea’s little arms. But she only giggled even harder and murmured something.

“Rascal!,” you could make out between her giggles.

“Park Jimin!,” you yelled at him for teaching her bad words. Elea was weirdly talented in that area. Only picking up bad words, when it took you months and months to get her to learn mom or dad (she said dad first, to Jimin’s delight). But once she heard Jin say sh*t, she repeated it for hours. 

“My girl is just smart in her own way!,” Jimin argued, but then Elea continued with her little curses. 

“Lili,” it was Jimin’s little nickname he used for her, when he wanted her to comply,”let’s forget that word, and I’ll teach you prettier ones, and get you chocolate.”

“Okay, rascal!,” Elea yelled happily, but immediately covered her mouths. “Sorry, dad,” she whispered afterwards.

“It’s ok Lili-baby, should I tell you my favorite word?,” Elea nodded excitedly,”Lovely!”

And just like the mini version of Jimin, Elea started chanting “Lovely, lovely, lovely!”

“It reminds me of someone,” you said to Jimin.

“Of someone lovely?”

Taehyung and twin boys Bora& Baram (2 yo.)

Only those who could handle twins were gifted with them, you believed. And seeing Taehyung with his twin boys, it felt right. Any other person would have gone mad by now, but he and even you were doing great. You developed the infamous instincs, that told you if the boys were hungry, awake or in any kind of danger. And Taehyung... was just born for this. 

You kind of thought that it was his pure love and excitement to have kids, but really this was something beyond it. It was like watching these super dad videos everyday. The ones, where dads catch their kids mid air from falling or save them from being hit from flying balls. 

“Kims,” he yelled without even turning around, and the boys immediately started apologizing in their baby language. The twins were playing in the pool in your massive garden. It was unusual for young people in Korea to have houses with gardens, many preffered apartments, but Taehyung told you that it was his dream to live like this. And you loved it as well. Also noone would be able to survive as your neighbors anyways. Your morning routine included dancing to Anpanman after all. 

“What will you do about food?,” you asked Taehyung, because you would have a girl’s day with your friends for the first time in forever. And the twins only were problematic about food, anything else was manageable for Taehyung.

“Food?,” he thought for a while,”I’ll probably get hamburgers.” 

“Ya! Kim Taehyung! They are only two!”

“Just the right age to start loving hamburgers!” 

“So I’ll prepare lunch before I leave?”

“And dinner please.”

Jungkook and daughter Hera (8 months)

“You have to come back,” was the only thing Jungkook said on the phone. You had only left to get some food at the supermarket, because Jungkook was always too slow or hindered by fans. And you really needed to get out of the house. 

So after ending your 2 seconds call, you quickly grabbed the essentials and paid. You could only imagine, what was happening at home. Was Hera crying? Did something happen to her? So you hurried and got home, to find Hera and Jungkook lying on the floor. Their bodies made a perfect L shape, Hera the short stroke, Jungkook the long one, touching by their heads. Well, not exactly touching. Hera’s fingers were in Jungkook’s hair and it was written on his face, that she was pulling now and then. 

Hearing you enter the room, Jungkook tried to get up, just to be held down by Hera’s little hands and her whines. 

“She only stopped crying when she did this,” Jungkook explained, going back to his previous position on the floor.

“Hera, come on, look what mom got you,” you tried to lure her. And she did turn on her stomach and started to crawl into your direction. With her hands still in Jungkook’s hair. Given his muscles and body, it was funny to see him defeated by his baby girl. All he could do was hope, that Hera would let go. So you came to his rescue, lifting Hera up, and freeing her hands. 

“She started crying the second you left,” Jungkook said unhappily.

“It was the first time any of us left, she would’ve done the same with you,” you told him, because you heard a bit of jealousy in his voice.

“If she doesn’t cry, I’ll lose my pride,” Jungkook responded, but happier after your comment. 

“And if she does?”

“My mind definitely, she can be so loud.”

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hoseok when we go on our first date can u pls wear ur all black dior fit thank u xoxo