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[angermango]

so I learnt that "Djura" is the Slavic equivalent of "George" and continue to prioritise shitpost redraws over my other arts

[quiverymango]

Our Little Family

Just a quick doodle of the troll fam!

[its-a-me-mango]

I freaking love having OC's I can do anything I want with them.

[poppyflavour]

some little things i noticed in yours designs of stickmans (i hope the quality of the pictures has not deteriorated)

also, in the post with the designs, you wrote that you have a lot more that you want to depict and ohhhhhh, I really look forward to when you have the time and energy to do it!!

and small question: is it possible to use them in our drawings (indicating your authorship of the designs)?

Oh boy I hope it's readable-

THE FACT THAT YOU TOOK YOUR TIME TO DO THIS IS SO!! AA!! lackofwords.exe

I got this in my inbox and I just kept reading through it and kicking my feet o(≧∀≦)o Like this is so nice of you 😭😭 I almost wanted to not answer it and cherish it forever

I tried to adress each of your notes (I failed to do the one with Mango and Purple's hair similarities but that's partially because what I had to say wasn't really about neither Purple or King in particular and I just was really tired) and explain or add onto them, so I hope you'll enjoy this!

And yeah you can use my desings, but credit and also tag me because I want to see your artwork! <3

[starry-mang0s]

Some ocs being silly :>

Clover: she/her Eli: she/any

[mango-draws]

I really enjoyed Kaiju no.8!! Very excited for S2 👀👀

This will be available as a small print at AniMangaPop Manchester next month!! 💖

[heliosharbour]

HAPPY HATCHDAY TO THE GREATESTESTEST CHARACTER OF ALL TIME FOREVER PATRISHIA TRISH TRICERATOPS

[ariaofsorrows]

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[slvbum]

ᤢ ♥︎⠀ 07⠀‌⸻ angel tears / rafe cameron!

content WARNING: toxic!rafe, psychological abuse, mentions of miscarriage.

For the first time in years, Y/N decided to do something for herself. She waited until Rafe left for work, his lunch packed, grilled salmon, quinoa salad, a slice of lavender cheesecake wrapped in parchment. She watched his car vanish down the drive, and felt a surge of resolve. She chose a white yoga set and braided her hair loosely, letting a few strands frame her face. Her heart raced as she walked to the country club, the salty breeze carrying a whisper of freedom.

The country club hummed with privilege: women in designer athleisure, men in crisp polos, their whispers trailing Y/N as she stepped inside. She felt like an outsider, their eyes recognizing her as Rafe Cameron’s wife, the princess kept under lock and key. She smiled through the stares, her cheeks warm, and found the pilates studio. She took a spot next to a pregnant woman, her belly softly rounded, her hair pulled into a sleek ponytail. She was maybe twenty-four, elegant in black leggings and a loose tank top, her face glowing with a quiet confidence Y/N envied.

This had to be the buzzcut man’s wife, Y/N thought.

The class was a revelation—stretching, breathing, moving her body in ways that felt like reclaiming a piece of herself. Afterward, the woman introduced herself, her smile warm as they settled at the club’s café, sipping matcha lattes. They talked easily. She shared stories of her garden, roses that refused to bloom, her triumph over a stubborn lavender bush. Y/N opened up about her baking, how she’d perfected her lavender shortbread but overbaked her last batch.

“My son, Theo, would devour those,” The woman laughed, her eyes crinkling. “He’s four, obsessed with dinosaurs and anything sweet.”

Y/N smiled, a genuine warmth spreading through her, the first in months.

The conversation deepened, the woman independence a quiet marvel to Y/N. She spoke of her work with her father with art and museums and how she balanced it with Theo’s school schedule.

“But of course, our nanny is a godsend,” The woman said, sipping her latte. “She’s been with us since Theo was born, but she’s itching to study—wants to be a teacher. I’ve been helping her research online university programs.” Y/N’s breath caught, the word teacher stirring a dream she’d buried under Rafe’s rules. “She’s so good with kids,” The woman continued, “and I want her to have that chance, you know? She needs to chase her dreams... I think teaching can be handful, a lot of kids, must be wild! Ever thought about teaching?”

Y/N’s fingers tightened around her glass, her heart racing.

“I used to,” she admitted, her voice soft. “I wanted to be a teacher, before…” She trailed off, the weight of Rafe’s control unspoken. The woman’s eyes softened, and when Y/N let slip, almost absently, that she had to get home because “Rafe doesn’t let me out much,” The woman’s face tightened, a flicker of concern crossing her features.

“Well that’s silly, he’s your husband... not your father,” The woman said, but soon she notice the discomfort in YN’s face and she urged with a gentle but insistent tone, like she was afraid she must go and not come back ever again. “Let’s order something to eat and talk a bit more, you deserve a moment for yourself.” She reached into her bag, pulling out two pamphlets. “These are for my nanny’s university programs—online courses, teaching credentials, that sort of thing. I grabbed extras from the coordinator. Maybe they’d interest you too.”

Y/N’s hands trembled as she took them, the glossy paper feeling like a forbidden key.

Study from home. Flexible schedules. Become an educator.

She asked if she could keep them, her voice barely above a whisper. The woman handed them over with a smile, and they talked longer; about Theo’s love for T-rex models, Y/N’s secret recipe for lemon curd, the way the woman’s pregnancy made her crave mangoes at midnight. Y/N laughed, a sound she’d forgotten she could make, and didn’t notice the time until her phone read 3:00 PM.

Panic spiked; she’d stayed too long.

She walked home, fast and urgent steps while her mind alight with possibility. After a quick bath, she changed into a soft sweater and leggings, curling up in the living room with the pamphlets. Online teaching programs. Start your career. The words were a lifeline, a dream she could almost touch. Her stomach twisted with excitement and fear, like she held a secret too big for the mansion’s walls.

Could she do this? Could she be more than Rafe’s wife?

The front door slammed, shattering her thoughts. Rafe was home early, his footsteps heavy, his presence a storm sucking the air from the room. His face was twisted with rage, his jaw clenched so tightly she could see the muscle tick. He loomed over her on the couch, his eyes dark, venomous.

“Where the fuck were you today?” he spat. “Your doctor called me... you missed the appointment for our baby.”

Her face drained of colour, her heart plummeting. She’d forgotten, Rafe was close to her doctor, his control extending to her calendar, a detail she’d missed in her fog of grief. She hadn’t told him about the miscarriage, couldn’t find the courage to confess the loss she was still grappling with. Her hands clutched the pamphlets, crumpling them, her voice trembling. “Rafe, I—”

He cut her off, his voice rising to a roar that shook her bones.

“Don’t give me excuses!” he bellowed, stepping closer, his fists clenched at his sides. “You’re out there, what, prancing around like some clueless bitch, while our child’s at risk? You’re so fucking pathetic, can’t even do the one thing you’re supposed to!” His words were a barrage, each one a blow that shrank her, twisting her guilt into something unbearable. “What kind of mother are you?” he sneered, his face inches from hers. “Negligent, selfish, too stupid to keep a damn appointment.”

Her chest tightened, tears burning her eyes as she fought to hold them back. She was exhausted, and she couldn’t keep her facade anymore. She couldn’t keep lying to herself.

“There’s no baby,” she yelled, her voice cracking, a desperate outburst that silenced the room. “I—I lost it, Rafe. It’s gone.”

His rage faltered, his face shifting, not to grief, not to compassion, but to something darker. His eyes narrowed, his lips curling into a vicious sneer as he processed her words. He stepped closer, his presence suffocating, his silence a weapon sharper than his screams.

“What?—This is your fault,” he said, each word a blade carving into her heart. “You killed our baby. Too busy playing house, baking your fucking cakes instead of taking care of what was mine. This is on you.”

The accusation was a gut punch, stealing her breath.

She stared at him, her husband, the man she’d loved, but in that moment, he was a void, a black spot where her Rafe should have been. His words weaponized her deepest fears, turning the miscarriage into her failure. She swallowed her tears, her throat raw, her body trembling as she searched for a defense, but nothing came.

“Okay,” she whispered, her voice barely audible. She stood, her legs unsteady, and walked past him, her eyes fixed on the floor. She didn’t look back as she climbed the stairs to the guest room, locking the door behind her.

She wasn’t going to be his punching bag tonight.

Rafe’s words had shattered her, but they’d also cracked something open... a realization that she wasn’t just his to break. Curled up in the dark with the mansion’s silence swallowing her, Y/N clutched the edge of the mattress, whispering to herself that she was going to be okay.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ©slvbun(m) — written with love.

[heartsiebyul]

Kalim Al-Asim x reader

You Spoke!

requested by: @deveondog

The sun had begun its descent over Night Raven College, casting a warm golden hue through the sheer curtains of the Scarabia common room. Inside, the air was still, sweetened with the scent of spiced tea and tropical fruit. Ornate pillows were scattered across the plush carpets, and the low lantern light gave the room a lazy, dreamy quality.

You sat curled into one of the grand velvet cushions, a worn book open in your lap. More than the book, it was the atmosphere you loved—gentle and alive, like Scarabia itself. And, of course, Kalim was nearby.

He was at the ornate table in the middle of the room, sleeves rolled up, tongue sticking out in concentration as he arranged slices of fruit in a strangely artistic display. Mango crescents and watermelon stars, clusters of grapes, kiwi coins. You had no idea what prompted this creative burst, but with Kalim, the question was less why and more why not?

“There!” he chirped triumphantly. “Fruit art! Or… edible expression! Yeah, that sounds fancy!”

You smiled faintly behind your book.

Kalim turned and spotted you watching, his face lighting up like a festival firework.

“Hey, (name)! Look what I made!” He bounded over with the plate, presenting it like it was a sacred treasure. “I tried to make a desert night sky—see? The mango’s the crescent moon, and the grapes are little stars!”

You blinked at the effort, then gave a thumbs up and nodded, your lips tugging upward in quiet amusement.

“I knew you’d get it!” Kalim beamed. “You always have this look like you really see stuff, y’know? It’s cool! I talk a lot—like, a lot—so having someone like you around keeps me grounded! You’re like a cool breeze in the desert!”

You ducked your head a little at the compliment, warmth brushing across your cheeks. Kalim always said things so earnestly. No second-guessing, no awkward pauses. It was both inspiring and overwhelming.

He plopped down beside you, the cushions sinking under his weight. “Some people think it’s weird when you’re quiet. Not me! I like your kind of quiet. It’s like…” He squinted up at the ceiling, fingers tapping his chin. “Like a lullaby without words. Peaceful.”

You turned your face slightly, looking at him from the corner of your eye. His hair caught the light just right, giving him a halo of soft gold. He was still grinning, as if being next to you was the best part of his day.

“I bet when you do talk, it’s super important, huh?” he teased, leaning his head against your shoulder. “Like—‘oh no, the ancient ruins are cursed!’ or ‘Kalim, behind you!’” He gasped dramatically. “Or a love confession!”

You gave a soft, breathy huff of amusement—nearly a laugh.

But you felt it.

That pull in your chest. That small, brave spark.

And before you could stop it—

“…Thank you, Kalim.”

It wasn’t loud. Just a gentle murmur, no more than a whisper. But in the hush of the moment, it was startlingly loud.

Kalim froze.

Comically so. His eyes went wide, mouth open, plate tipping dangerously in his lap.

“Y–YOU SPOKE?!”

You winced slightly at the volume, but before you could retreat, Kalim exploded with joy.

He launched forward, fruit forgotten, and hugged you with the force of a sandstorm.

“AHH!! That was your voice! That was really your voice! You talked to me!” he squealed, practically vibrating in your arms.

You blinked, dazed by the sudden affection. But you didn’t push him away.

“You have such a nice voice! It’s so soft! Like honey tea! Oh my Sevens, I’m gonna remember this forever!!”

Your heart pounded, both from the adrenaline of speaking and from Kalim’s unfiltered joy. His hands gently cupped your face, pulling back just enough to beam at you.

“Can you—wait—no, only if you want—will you say something else?”

You hesitated… then, shyly,

“…You’re really warm.”

Kalim gasped so loudly you were afraid he might ascend.

“I’m gonna cry! I am crying!” he wiped at his eyes, laughing. “That was so cute! You—ugh—why are you so perfect?!”

You gave the tiniest chuckle, and Kalim froze again.

“You laughed too?! That’s it. I’m never letting go of you ever again.”

You didn’t doubt him.

He leaned forward until your foreheads touched, his voice dropping to something soft and almost reverent.

“…You never have to talk if you don’t want to, okay? I mean it. I love being around you, no matter what. But… thank you for trusting me. That means everything.”

His thumb brushed over your cheek gently.

You didn’t answer this time.

But the way you nudged your forehead just a little closer to his — that was more than enough.

Thank you for always sending in requests! I really appreciate it. I'm still working on drafting your other request. 💗

[angermango]

i think Joltik mad Emmet is the funniest fanon concept tbh

[original insp: Everything Smells Like Salmon by Tom McGovern]

("fuck it up Emmet! [insane keyboard solo]")

[quiverymango]

Weretiger Aubrey & Werewolf Kel!

Spooky post for spooky month! I've nicknamed this silly little au "Weremori" ^^

[remade-baby-you]

Could you do a crow regressor themed one please?

- @crowlittle

[♟️| Crow |♟️] AGERE BATCH!

Activities | ♟️

Collecting shiny things on walks Going on walks/runs to look for cool things Nest Building Puzzle boxes Treasure Sorting “Steal the Treasure” Game - Take turns hiding and “stealing” shiny or prized items playfully Feather Art Caw Practice Painting Make a Trinket Stash Box Watch Crows on YouTube Eat from a Little Bowl Perch Time - sit somewhere up high and perch there!

Clothing ideas | ♟️

Black feather boas Black turtlenecks or fluffy sweaters anything with black feathers comfy dresses/button-ups with black jeans. Comfy black running shoes/sneakers Comfortable sneakers Crow-wings (Fake) Hairclips with stars or crow skulls (Goth edition, fake skull) Anything shiny! comfortable black pajamas Black jammies with hoods Black adult footies

Toys | ♟️

Anythign shiny! Bells especially Dangling bells on sticks Crow plushies for your flock Mouse & small rodent plushies to "Hunt" Puzzle boxes Treasure sorting Magnetic wand treasure hunting shape sorting Stacking boxes Legos Glass marbles (Don;t eat!) metal or toy coins mini mirrors Sensory jars Soft blankets Stickers

Games (Physical or digital) | ♟️

Treasure hunting game Building a nest Desert Detectors (Roblox) Feather Family (Roblox bird rp game) Use a metal detector on the beach! Pretend flying lessons with handler preening your feathers Bird Kind (App store game) Animal Jam (PW or Normal)

Foods/Drinks & Recipes | ♟️

berries, meaning blackberries, blueberries, raspberries, etc Berry bowls with whip cream Little pieces of ham Mango Pudding chocolate pudding Gummy worms Honey milk ponyo's ramen Grilled Cheese Fruit Sandwich (Fruit Sando) Beignets Pretzels

Nicknames / Names | ♟️

Little crow Shiny one Lil' crow Lil' shiny Shiny baby Baby Shiny little Crow baby feather baby lil' feather little feather

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Pairing: Vampire!Taehyung x Human!fem reader

Word count: 2,080

Note: This imagine is from my Wattpad so there won’t be any extra parts or continuations

You'd like to think you were a patient person, however, what little restraint you had left was beginning to wear thin. Your leg bounced tirelessly as you waited for your boyfriend, Taehyung, to show up for a much-anticipated date night. It had been a couple weeks since your last date which was a lovely trip to a local art museum. This time, the both of you decided to have a cozy movie night at your place. Something fun and relaxing. Neither of you would have to dress up and look nice for each other, though subconsciously you did put on your nicest loungewear.

A knock on the door brought you to your feet and sent you running to answer it. Grabbing the knob, you yanked the door open to reveal the man you had been waiting for. Taehyung was dressed in comfy sweats and a t-shirt that was about three sizes too big.

"Hi, beautiful."

"Hi." You greeted enthusiastically, throwing your arms around him and squeezing him as tightly as you could.

"Easy." He chuckled, gently patting your back.

"Oh, come on. You can handle it."

And he could.

He could handle the suffocating strength of a boa constrictor. He was a vampire, after all.

Sure, your relationship was unconventional, abnormal—maybe even weird, but neither of you saw it that way. In fact, you liked the unusualness of your relationship.

Taehyung spilled the beans just before the two of you started dating. The both of you confessed to each other, but before making things official, he insisted that he tell you something very important. Of course, you never expected him to say he was a vampire. Despite that, you didn't bat an eye when he told you his big secret. You were intrigued and somewhat giddy about the idea of having a vampire boyfriend. You felt like you were living in some supernatural romance novel.

Now this was all normal, or at least your version of it.

"I feel like I haven't seen you in ages." You confessed, your face pressed into his shoulder, muffling your voice.

"I missed you too."

You pulled away, staring up at him. "I hope you're ready for movie night."

"I'm always ready for movie night."

"Oh. For snacks, I've got popcorn and candy in the pantry if you're in the mood for that. I also considered cutting up some fruit, maybe even some strawberries. We could even melt some chocolate to dip them in. Does that sound good?"

"Yeah. You know I love strawberries." He grinned. "I can help out if you'd like. After all, two is better than one."

"That'd be great." You grinned, leading him to the kitchen.

"What do I need to do?" He asked.

"You can start melting the chocolate."

"On it."

Taehyung got a bowl of hot water and set a smaller one inside where he emptied a bag of chocolate chips into it.

Meanwhile, you got to work pulling different fruits from the fridge and started cutting them up. There was a variety to choose from: kiwi, mangoes, apples, and you even tossed in some grapes.

"You doing alright over there?" You asked, looking over at Taehyung after a while.

He was stirring the chocolate contently, watching it melt in the bowl.

"Mhm." He nodded.

You scraped the cut-up fruits into a bowl and went to the fridge to retrieve a couple containers of strawberries, which you began to rinse off. Once they had all been ran under water, you transferred them into a separate bowl. By the time you finished preparing the fresh fruit, Taehyung had all the chocolate melted and ready to go.

"Ooh that looks good." You gaped, leaning over the bowl of melted chocolatey goodness.

"You have to wait until we're watching the movie, Y/n." Taehyung scolded you playfully.

"Okay, okay. I guess I can hold back." You chuckled. "For a little while, anyway."

You grabbed the two bowls of fruit and headed into the living room with Taehyung following behind. The both of you set the fruit and chocolate down on the coffee table before dropping onto the couch.

"Do you want popcorn or candy?" You asked.

"The fruit is fine for now."

"Alright." You reached for the remote only to stop when you realized you forgot something.

"Oh! One second. I forgot to get drinks." You jumped back onto your feet and scurried off into the kitchen.

"Is Coke okay with you?" You asked from the other room while opening the cabinet.

"Yeah."

You stood on your tiptoes to grab a couple glasses, reaching out to get a hold of them, but they were just a smidge too high. You stretched a little more, finally able to pull them off the shelf. Right away you could tell you didn't have a good grip on the glasses so you started to reach up with your free hand and take one of them, but it was too late. They slipped from your fingers and went plummeting to the tile floor. You let out a yelp as you tried to catch them before they fell, but it was no use. They collided with the floor, shattering to pieces upon impact.

"Y/n?" You heard Taehyung's concerned voice from the living room. "Are you okay?"

"Ye—" You stopped when you saw something red out the corner of your eye.

Lowering your gaze, you spotted a rather sizable cut on your forearm.

What?

You didn't feel anything cut you. The glass must have bounced off the floor.

When you looked up, you saw Taehyung standing in the doorway of the kitchen, his eyes blown wide.

"Y/n?" He uttered your name quietly. "What's that on your forearm?"

"Nothing. It's fine." You moved your injured arm behind your back so he wouldn't see.

Something wasn't right, that much was obvious. The mood shifted immediately, the change so sudden it was almost palpable. This was the first time something like this had ever happened, so you were unsure how Taehyung would react in a situation like this.

If you could keep your arm hidden and try to get to the bathroom to wrap it, maybe everything would be okay. Taehyung never really told you wether he was good at controlling his thirst or not, so you didn't want to risk anything.

"You cut yourself?"

"I'm fine." You assured him.

He gave no response and started walking towards you.

"Taehyung, everything is okay." You backed away, putting some distance between the both of you.

"Just let me look at it." He insisted, his tone eerily placid.

"No." You shook your head.

He was in front of you in a flash, giving you no time to react. His fingers wrapped around your wrist as he gently pulled your arm out from behind your back, his eyes staring unblinking at the cut on your arm. His tongue darted out to wet his lips, his coffee-colored irises swirling with a dark red hue.

"You smell so good." He sighed out. "You wouldn't mind if I had a taste, would you?"

"I don't think that's a good idea." You tried to pull your hand away, but his grip tightened and he jerked on your arm, pulling you back to him.

"Just a little taste, Y/n." He murmured dazedly, his crimson eyes not leaving the wound on your arm. "Please?"

"You're not yourself right now. Just let me bandage it up and everything will be okay. We can get back to our movie night."

The fact that the cut was continuing to bleed made the whole situation worse.

"I need it." He growled.

"No." You used your free hand to attempt to push him away, but that only made him angry.

He seized your other wrist and held you firmly in place.

Unable to move, you had no choice but to watch as he brought your arm up to his mouth, licking away the blood that dripped from the wound.

"Mmm. You taste divine." He mumbled against your skin sending chills down your spine.

His lips wrapped around the injury, sucking on the cut trying to get as much blood from it as he could.

"I need more." He whispered lowly.

"You don't. Let me go wrap my arm."

"No." He growled, pressing you against the kitchen wall.

His face was buried in your neck, his nose pressing against your skin as he inhaled your sweet scent, feeling your pulse under the tip of his nose.

"Taehyung." His name was uttered shakily.

He pulled back to look at you, hunger swirling in his scarlet irises. He placed his index finger on your lips to silence you.

"Everything will be okay. That's what you said, right?" He asked with a grin, showing off his fangs that gleamed under the kitchen lights.

"No." You shook your head violently.

Before you could say or do anything else, he sank his fangs into your neck, piercing the sensitive skin and sending a wave of pain throughout the area. You yelped in response.

Taehyung's arm wrapped around your waist and held you tightly against him as he greedily drank your blood, gulping it down without any signs of slowing. The only thing you could do was squeeze your eyes shut and cling tightly to his shoulders, silently hoping he would somehow come to his senses.

It didn't take very long for you to start feeling weak and lightheaded, as you were on the verge of passing out due to how much blood Taehyung was draining from your body.

"Tae, stop it."

He didn't listen, too caught up in bloodlust to focus on anything but quenching his thirst.

"I said stop! You're going to kill me!" You shouted with all the strength you could muster while trying to push him away.

The plea you cried out reached Taehyung's ears and he pulled away, finally getting a hold of himself and realizing what he had done. His eyes were wide in horror, your blood staining his lips.

Your wobbly legs were too weak to hold the weight of your body and your knees finally buckled. Taehyung was quick to catch you before you could collapse.

"Y/n." He croaked, his eyes welling up with tears as they frantically searched your face.

He did this to you. All because of a little cut.

"Taehyung?" You slurred, trying to keep your eyes open.

"No. No, no, no, no. Come here." He lifted you into his arms and took you to the bathroom where he rummaged through the medicine cabinet in a panic, throwing items to the floor that weren't bandages or ointment.

You were slumped against the toilet, struggling to sit upright but everything was still a little hazy and your limbs felt like jello.

Once Taehyung located the first aid items he needed, he started slathering ointment on your arm and neck, bandaging up the cut with a nonstick pad and gauze, doing the same to your neck. All the while he was apologizing profusely and choking back sobs.

"I'm so so sorry. I saw your arm bleeding and after that I... I lost control. I didn't really know what I was doing, everything was such a blur. I'm so sorry." He blubbered, a tear breaking free and trailing down his cheek.

"It's okay." You murmured, wiping away the tear. "I'll be alright. I'm just weak."

"And it's all my fault."

Yeah, you felt like crap, but you were sure Taehyung felt even worse. The guilt-ridden expression on his face said it all—he felt terrible for what he had done.

"You wanna know how you can make it up to me?" You asked, hoping to lighten the mood.

"Yes, please!" He responded desperately.

"Have our movie night like we planned."

"Okay." He nodded, wiping away whatever tears brimmed his eyes.

"Clean yourself up first though."

"Right. Of course." He turned on the faucet and started rinsing his mouth, watching the red-tinted water swirl down the drain.

Afterwards, he helped you back to the living room and made sure you were comfortable on the couch before going to clean up the broken glass in the kitchen. He popped his head into the room to ask if you needed anything, to which you replied with a simple, "Water will be fine."

For the rest of the night, Taehyung took care of you while you watched movies together and enjoyed delicious snacks just like you planned.

Jungkook ♱ Jimin ♱ Yoongi ♱ Namjoon ♱ Hoseok ♱ Jin

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