#But also I would settle for Babe just being the stubborn brat he always is and simply refusing to leave Charlie's side

[zo1nkss]

I need someone to grab Charlie by the shoulders and remind him that the reason Tony wants to hurt Babe has nothing to do with him and that he was after Babe long before Charlie ever got himself tied up in all of this rebelion and that he's going to hurt Babe regardless of whether Charlie stays away from him and leaving Babe to handle all of that alone is not going to save him from the imenent fate of facing Tony, it is only going to leave him to face Tony alone and thats not going to solve anything and I really really need that someone to be Jeff.

[bleubrri]

۪۪۫۫ ༄ؘ ˑ ᴛʜᴇ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ᴛʜɪɴɢs — ᴀᴛᴛᴀᴄᴋ ᴏɴ ᴛɪᴛᴀɴ

ft levi, zeke, hange, jean, eren

contains- black!fem!reader, fluff, slight family-centred angst (jean), nonbinary hange (they/them pronouns used)

༄ؘ LEVI ACKERMAN

loves when you burn incense

when you first started dating, he wondered how your room always smelt so good. it was a different smell to your perfume, but he couldn’t quite place it . and he was too nervous stubborn to ask.

it was only when he saw you organising the little draw in your nightstand that he rested his chin on your shoulder and peered over you in curiosity. you laughed through your nose at his refusal to ask when he was clearly intrigued. “incense.” you told him, leaning your head against his and producing a stick, “you burn it. comes in different flavours.” his lips quirk up and an amused tch slips past them, “scents.” he corrects, “they come in different scents.” you roll your eyes and flick a lighter on, holding the stick to the flame, “oh so now someone’s an expert.” he watches you purse your lips and blow out the flame, smoke dancing round the room and filling his senses with a familiar comfort.

when you move in together, your little collection of incense sticks and holders, lighters and matches is the first thing to be unpacked. when you’re both finally settled, the last remaining cardboard boxes nestled in the corner of your new shared bedroom, levi slides a black box tied with a satin ribbon over to you. you frown and open your mouth, ready to protest that you didn’t get him anything, but he cuts you off, rolling his eyes and telling you to “quit being a brat and just open it.” you slide off the ribbon and peek inside the box to find every scent that your favourite brand sells. he snakes his arms around your waist and pulls you close, “so we can find our favourite flavours, together” he smiles, pressing his lips to yours.

༄ؘ ZEKE JAEGER

loves that your knowledge compliments his

Zeke is aware that he is academically intelligent. he also knows that he has zero street smarts and could definitely improve upon his common sense. you’ve told him, this is how he knows. he now has a little notebook where he jots down your pearls of wisdom. *cough dork cough*

it started as little pieces of advice. you’d be cuddled together on his bed watching a murder docu when you’d pipe up, “you know you should dry your knitwear flat or you’ll ruin them babe.” he blinks and looks up at his sweaters and cardigans hanging from the laundry rack. “uh, yeah i should.. yeah.” he follows up by asking you the best temperature and spin cycle to wash them on.

he’s pulled out of his stupor as he feels you firmly tug on his hand. you’re frowning as you both walk past the commotion occurring at the end of the dim alley on your way home. once you’re a good distance away you turn to him and hiss “why would you stop?!” he stutters and tries to rationalise, “i don’t know! i was just.. curious i suppose.” “…” “…” “next time you hear arguing in an alleyway at 11pm.. keep it moving. understood?” “yes ma’am.” he replies sheepishly.

he loves sundays- it’s farmers market day. you’re grabbing your matching tote bags and keys, heading to the door. you’ve got the routine nailed by now- he spends the morning accounting for your weekly budget while you make a list of the necessities. “okay and remember,” you start, “i don’t buy anything until you can haggle with the stall owner.” he continues, “and i make sure i count my change and don’t overspend.” you finish. “ready?” he asks, opening the door for you to step out first. “set!” you smile as he locks the door and slides his hand into yours. “go team.” he laughs, pecking your forehead and beginning the usual walk to the marketplace.

༄ؘ HANGE ZOE

loves ‘assisting’ you on wash day

it’s mostly just them lingering in the doorway and observing you. or taking note of all the ingredients in your hairmasks and leave in conditioners.

“so what’s your hair type again?” they ask for the fourth time, their glasses still foggy from the showers steam. you sigh inwardly and use a towel to wipe their lenses. “i love you, but you know you don’t have to sit here the whole time right? i’ve still got a while to go.” they pout and put down the detangler they’re examining. “it’s just.. fascinating really. the work you put into maintaining it. i wanna know how you get it so perfect everytime!” your heart swells at their endearment and you hold up the first product in your routine. “okay, step one.”

you hear your name being called before the front door even closes and hange is bursting into the living room. their hands are full with bags branded with the hairstores logo. “hange.. i asked you to get me a bonnet. one. singular.” you say in bewilderment, rummaging through new products and accessories and hair tools. “i know i know i got carried away but that place is amazing!” they gush, “you have to take me back there next time you go!” their eyes are wide and sparkling as you chuckle, wrapping your hands round their neck. “we’re gonna have to go back anyway, love,” you say as your noses brush, “you forgot the bonnet.”

༄ؘ JEAN KIRSTEIN

loves when you cook home food

Jeans vegetarian, aspiring to be vegan like you are. he adores watching your eyes light up when he compliments your cooking skills.

he was with you when you cut off your immediate family. he knew it was hard for you, knew you missed certain aspects of the family dynamic. he’d heard you mention that you missed your cultural foods and that you were determined to make them on your own now. the pot on the stove is bubbling at a simmer and the apartment is shrouded in a hearty, comforting aroma of spices. he’s leaning against the counter as you bring a wooden spoon loaded with a sample of the dish to his lips. his eyebrows lift and he hums in bliss as he savours the taste. “wow. it’s great baby. like.. incredible actually. wow.” he repeats. your shoulders slump in relief and you thank him before turning to plate everything up.

after he’s washed the dishes, he brings a plate of strawberries over to the couch where you pull back the blanket for him to settle next to you. you’re browsing through your recent shows and biting into the fruit when he cups your jaw and turns you to face him. he runs his thumb over your bottom lip, shining from the juice of the strawberry. “thank you. for sharing such a big part of yourself with me. i’m proud of you, you know.” you give him a watery smile as tears wet your lashline and you bury yourself in his neck. he runs his fingertips along your spine as you both whisper i love yous to eachother, knowing you’re not alone.

༄ؘ EREN JAEGER

loves helping you with your braids

he’s a sucker for your protective styles; his favourites are your regular knotless braids and the butterfly locs you sport on vacations.

eren is actually very helpful when it comes to your hair, and he claims he enjoys it so you have no qualms letting him help you. you binge a film series (this time it’s star wars) as you both work to take out your most recent box braids. you’re about to start empire strikes back when you turn to him and ask, “need a break?” he puts down his comb and huffs at you “again? we’re almost done!” “erennn,” you whine, “we’re not almost do- how have you finished more than me? ugh my fingers are cramping like crazy.”

you’ve given him free reign with the accessories this time and are not disappointed. he hands you the handheld mirror and you turn your head this way and that, admiring his handiwork; your braids are decorated with silver coils framing your face, gold cuffs at different lengths, the occasional ring placed sporadically and a little ‘E’ charm sitting by your right temple. he’s mixed both silver and gold but somehow it just works. he’s smiling smugly as you continue looking at yourself. “well well well mr jaeger, we just might make a stylist of you yet.” he leans in to ghost his lips over yours and whispers, “you couldn’t afford me, baby.” he’s snickering and dodging your attempt at grabbing his own dark locks, dramatically clutching his imaginary pearls. “i believe a thank you is in order!”

a/n: self indulgence! at every turn! anyways..

[tulsa-trash]

Dallas x Cherry Headcanons

WARNING(S): swearing, mention of s*xual content, kind of angsty

I’d like to believe that Cherry and Dally would be such a cute “Good Girl with the Bad Boy” couple.

But realistically, especially when considering Dal’s true character, their relationship would most definitely be t o x i c

They would be THAT couple that’s always breaking up and getting back together.

Longest break up they had lasted two weeks, they’re both hella petty so those two weeks were all because they were waiting on each other to see who would reach out first.

Constant bickering and arguments.

Usually over the most minuscule things.

You think Dal is mature enough to not start a fight over who drank the rest of the milk in his apartment???

Think again sis.

“sOmE gUyS mY aGe MaN... ThEy FoRgEt AbOuT dRiNkiNg MiLk.”

^ if you know, you know LMAO

Dal is extremely stubborn, so as you can assume he will never admit to being wrong and he rarely apologizes for anything.

Which leaves most conflict in the relationship unresolved..

So you bet your a*s old sh*t that still bothers them stays getting brought up in new fights.

They both have issues with jealousy.

Dallas is very protective when it comes to the people in his life, as well as territorial.

What belongs to him is his, anyone or anything that tries to meddle with whats his and he’ll go ballistic.

A lot of fights have occurred due to him seeing another guy try to approach her and flirt.

Def is that douchebag boyfriend that tries to tell her what she can and can’t wear.

“Change out of that right now.”

“Dal, I love this skirt no way!”

“I’ll rip it off you if I have to.”

But Dal ain’t no saint though lemme tell you bbg.

A lot of their arguments stem up from Cherry seeing him with other girls.

Cherry isn’t blind, she knows that Dallas Winston isn’t the type of man that’s going to remain faithful and settle down with anyone.

Knowing that, the thought of him getting bored of her and leaving is one of her biggest fears.

Still doesn’t stop her from staying with that stupid, handsome, bastard.

The t o x i c i t y I--

She once found a letter left behind for him in his room at Buck’s, it was hanging from a magnet on the fridge...

“Thanks for the fun night, hope to do it again sometime.” -Sylvia

She crumpled it up, threw it away, and never even spoke a word about it.

Although it still eats at her every single day..

One time when Dal got locked up, Cherry wanted to visit him. Begged her parents to let her borrow the car to go see him, they refused and instead she was given a lecture about how she shouldn’t be wasting her time with that “criminal.”

Pleaded with her friends who had cars to give her a ride, said they wouldn’t be caught dead outside of the police station with her.

Ended up walking with Ponyboy to go see him.

Speaking of good ol' pone bone, he was extremely butthurt when he found out they were dating.

Legit avoided Dallas for like a week after he found out.

Anywaysssss enough with all the angsty stuff lemme talk about some of the cute stuff.

On some occasions where Dal really f*cks up and doesn’t know how to fix it, he will go out and get her small gifts.

Such as candy, jewelry, food, etc.

Sometimes he will even send Marcia with some money to a boutique to get her a new article of clothing.

Because let’s be honest here, Dally would never step foot inside of a boutique lol.

If that doesn’t work then he always pulls her up into a huge hug when he see’s her, lifting her up off the ground and squeezes her tightly. She can’t ever resist the urge to giggle when he starts kissing her all over her face.

“You still mad at me, brat?”

“I’m always gonna be mad at you, Winston.”

He let her braid his hair once... never again will that happen.

“Wow, Dal! You sure do look pretty.”

“Shut up.”

“I think I’m gonna start callin’ ya ‘doll’ instead of ‘babe’.”

“Don’t even push it, kid.”

Dal sneaks through her bedroom window unannounced practically whenever he feels like it.

Even if she’s not home, you know this man got the balls to just sit and wait. Get a nice nap in on her bed.

He also peeps in her underwear drawer whoopsie what a perv.

“What the hell are you doing here!? you got any idea how much trouble I’ll be in if my parents catch you in here!?”

“Jeez, babe. I come over to surprise you and that’s how you’re gonna greet me?”

They went to get their first tattoos together !!

Well she went to watch Dally get one, then he convinced her to get one too.

Let’s just say Cherry has a tiny tattoo of a butterfly on her ankle that no one other than Dallas knows of.

He ended up getting a tattoo for Johnny on his forearm.

I’m not crying you’re crying.

He gives Cherry his Christopher.

“Am I the tenth girl that has received the honor of wearin’ this?”

“The second. I’m hopin’ I can trust you with it more than I did the last girl.”

Cherry confessed that she loved him one night when she was drunk.

She threw up on his floor right afterwards.

She woke up the next morning laying in bed with him, hungover and totally confused.

She can’t even remember the events of that night, Dally claimed that he didn’t either.

He remembered though.

And he was relieved that she didn’t remember the part where he said I love you too.

[samwrights]

Team Karasuno as dads [hc]

For a married woman that doesn’t want kids, I sure do fantasize about my boys being dads a lot.

Asahi;

He definitely cried when he found out you were pregnant.

When your daughter was born, he couldn’t even be in the room because he was so overwhelmed with you being in pain and the fact he was about to bE A DAD

He doesn’t even remember how you started dating because he was so blown away by your beauty or so he claims but the fact that y’all were married?? And having a kid?? When did he get so bold??

Eventually he got over it cause he felt bad that he wasn’t in the room holding your hand while you literally pushed a whole ass human out ya cooch.

He fainted

The first time he held his daughter was the first time he had felt complete, more complete than when he rejoined the volleyball team in his third year. It felt amazingly right. He tries to deny the fact and say your wedding was just as wholesome but you can tell. Fatherhood is something entirely different for him

“She takes after momma’s beauty.” A simp through and through.

Asahi is a parental HOG. Which is kinda nice cause he loves doting on your child but also HI I AM MOM AND WOULD LIKE TO HOLD MY BABY???

He tells YOU how to hold her and feed her and little ticks about her personality like you aren’t on maternity leave and are with the baby ALL DAY (although he is REALLY pushing for you to just be a stay-at-home mom)

Because he is soooo doting, it’s very rare that you wake in the middle of the night to feed or change her—Asahi is ALL over it. But he is human and there are days he’s too tired to wake up from dead sleep. It’s ok, he’s your human. Daddy deserves rest too.

Asahi would totally be a co-sleeper, or at least nap with the baby as much as he possibly could.

Definitely bought her multiple onesies that say “daddy’s little princess”.

She gonna be a spoiled brat when she’s older 🤷🏻‍♀️🤷🏻‍♀️

Daichi Dadchi;

I mean he’s a literal running joke in the fandom

After being elected as the unofficial dad of the VBC in his high school days, it was no wonder that he was such a natural with your three munchkins.

Having three slightly older boys of varying ages, you relied heavily on Daichi to get through to them when you couldn’t.

He’s definitely the strict parent; your sons all try to take advantage of you 💀 demons

Your boys saw you as a pushover most of the time because you were just so tired.

“Just keep trying for a girl, they said. There’s a 50/50 chance, they said.” Was something Daichi would find you chanting to yourself often while you cooked dinner and the boys were playing soccer in the house and breaking something.

Even though Daichi is strict, he really tries to emphasize to the boys to treat you with kindness to make it a bit easier on you.

“Guys, please don’t make your mother rip her hair out.”

“We’re just playin’!” They would sing in flawed harmony

“One day, you guys are going to be all grown up with your own special person with your own kids, and you’re gonna love them so much that you’ll understand why I’m telling you to calm down and listen to your mom.” Asjdfkhlek.

“Ewwww, daddy loves mommy.”

“I sure do.”

Sugawara;

On god, Suga would be the most patient parent. He treats your toddlers like mini adults and not your insane nine year old girl or six year old boy.

He listens thoroughly when they are upset about something, cautiously listening to the deeper truths about why they’re upset and takes great care in making sure his children feel validated.

Super dad 🥰

But it���s not a random event; after being married to you for the last decade, he had so much practice with conflict resolution and genuinely listening to you that it was a natural tendency at this point.

For the most part, your children are incredibly well behaved. Sure, there’s an occasional incident because, well they’re kids. Your daughter, being the older of the two and nearly finished with primary school, was entering her phase of discovering boys and constantly writing in her diary.

Suga may be super dad, but he is not perfect, and for some reason I totally see him reading her diary.

“Koushi, put it back. Now.” He was just going to pretend that you using your mom voice on him didn’t turn him on and prepare him to fill you with another baby.

While he may be an expert on conflict resolution, you enforced respecting their privacy; quite a dynamic between the two of you in terms of validating your children as individuals.

“But honey, our daughter is starting to like boys.”

“At least one of the females in this house does.” 💀💀💀 with angels for children, someone had to be the clown of the Sugawara family and it was certainly you.

Tanaka;

You and Tanaka had your first baby in your guys’ third year of high school, which you would be lying if you said it wasn’t hell.

Tanaka fought tooth and nail to try to do everything from makin dinner, working, making sure you were getting rest, and of course still playing volleyball. Everything except actually trying to graduate.

“I don’t have time to study babe, I have practice and then we gotta put this squirt to bed.”

There was a constant argument about Tanaka continuing with volleyball that nearly forced you two to split. While you knew how important it was to him, there was no way he was going to graduate from Karasuno while he was trying to care for you, a child, work, and play volleyball.

“Ryuu, please. I know you don’t wanna quit but if you can’t pass your classes, you won’t be able to participate anyway.” He did not take well to that.

It took him time to come to his senses and in that time, you had kept you and your son away from him to allow him his space.

Apparently that was also a wrong move on your part.

He was so angry and frustrated being away from his mini me that he had easily conceded to retiring from volleyball if it meant being able to watch his little nugget learn how to sit up and crawl.

Yes, he goes HAM on the nicknames. Squirt, nugget, mini me, beanie baby, tyke, and all of the above. He pretty much calls your son everything but his actual name.

“I’m sorry for being stubborn.” He says one night while you help him study for his finals, your sleeping son swaddled in your arms.

“I’m sorry for making you give up something you love.”

“Nah, I got you and the munchkin. That’s all I need.”

Noya;

I love Noya 🥺 but at first, he is a chaotic parent. Granted y’all had your first child when you were still in college and he hadn’t the faintest clue on how to be a dad.

To be perfectly honest, you weren’t quite sure how to parent either.

Neither of you knew how to change diapers

Noya definitely got peed on more times than he wishes to admit

When your son was still a newborn, just around finals time, neither of you could figure out for the life of you why your baby was crying in the middle of the night. Which inherently made you cry because you had an 8am final and you had finished studying 5 hours prior 🙃

“Try to get some sleep, babe. I’ll take care of him.” Nishinoya’s voice was thick with exhaustion, but he knew how little you���d been sleeping since giving birth.

When you went to leave for your final, Noya was asleep in your living room rocking chair, baby safely in his arms with the both of them just snoozing away.

It was a struggle but the two of you faced the challenge together, one step at a time with your energetic four-year-old son as you graduated university. By the time you had all settled into a larger apartment together as a family, Noya had yet to pop the question. He was too busy having fun with his little man.

Sometimes it scared you how in sync he was with his child probably because he was still a child himself but it was sweet and endearing.

“Hey babe?” He asks softly after the two of you tucked away your boy for the evening. You raised in eyebrow at him, silently goading for him to continue. “Do you want to have another?” Needless to say, he sure as shit impregnated you that night asjckglpwm

Hinata;

With Hinata being an older brother, I actually see him being a wonderful dad. However, homie’s got a one-track mind and with him playing professionally, you’re usually left to do the parenting.

Your kids definitely like you more than Shoyo, not that anyone blamed anyone; they just never see daddy :(

BUT when he is in dad mode and home, you suddenly remember why you were eager as shit to have more kids with him 🥴 which explains ya you’ve got your third on the way

When he does come home, he automatically greets his older, 8 year old son with noogies and a brief wrestling session. For some reason, Hinata felt the need to compete with his own child 💀

Headass.

But when he sees his daughter, his world stops because he has favorites and EVERYONE in the Hinata house knows it

Always asking your 6 year old girl how her day was, asking how she was doing ruling over her imaginary kingdom and if she found her Prince Charming yet.

“Pffft I don’t need Prince Charming, daddy, he’s icky!!! Mommy says I don’t need a man!”

Where is the lie

“Your mom is absolutely right and you should totally listen to her, she’s the best queen in the whole world.”

Because of his one-track mind, he is engaged fully with your kids when he is actually home. Your son had naturally gotten into volleyball which, even after a long day’s practice, Shoyo spends hours training him.

“Do you think this one’s finally gonna like me more than you?” He asks one night while he’s doing the dishes after dinner, while you’re right beside him drying them off.

“Sho, our kids love you. But mom is home with them allllll day and has been since birth.”

“Can we keep trying until one of them finally likes me more?” 💀💀💀 “or until we have enough to make our own volleyball team?”

Kageyama;

How this socially inept clown got ANYONE pregnant was unthinkable. Of course, to anyone but you. After being with him all throughout high school, it was more of a wonder how you didn’t get pregnant sooner

This dude dirty. His one track mind, if not on volleyball, was entirely on you. Nearly every night was date night which ALWAYS ended with bow chicka wow wow 😏 you horny mfers yalll moved in together as soon as you graduated from Karasuno.

Clothing at home was nonexistent.

With the two of you in your second year of college, living in your apartment, and being 8 months pregnant, the air had dramatically shifted.

Kageyama’s once still high sex drive had been channeled into school work, working, and of course, volleyball. You were planning on at least completing your semester before taking time off to care for the baby. It seemed one of you would have to really step up, and from what it seems, it wasn’t going to be Tobio.

When he was home, which was very few and far between with how much he had going on, he had tried to dote on you as much as he could physically muster. Kisses here and there, bathing together, and lots of snuggles.

Kageyama is in charge of the nursery and there’s no room for argument on this. With him not being as present at home, he sets up the nursery as a way to communicate with his child that he’s never going to see because of volleyball

I love Kags, but he is nowhere near ready to even think about parenting 💀 which you tried to be patient with, but with the due date approaching very rapidly, you kinda needed him to step it up.

“I’ve helped.” He tries using the nursery as an argument and he had gone to every doctors appointment but homeboy still doesn’t know how to make a bottle or change a diaper

Was he prepared to have to clean up baby shit and vomit? Absolutely not. Was he going to anyway? Lmao, absolutely not. This boy only wants to be daddy, not dad.

Tsukishima;

It shook everyone and their mother when people found out that Kei not only had a girlfriend that he met in college, but that his girlfriend was a milf according to Kuroo and Bokuto

When you and Kei had first started dating, your daughter was already five. And while you obviously didn’t bring her to classes with you, she was always with the two of you for date nights. Oddly enough, he really didn’t mind.

His patience for kids, now that’s he’s older and kids are actually kids and NOT his peers, rivals that of Sugawara’s.

“Hey Tsukki,” your spawn asks at dinner one day. “When are you and mommy gonna get married? People keep making fun of me cause I call my parents mommy and Tsukki.”

“Making fun of people isn’t cool, it’s so lame. They’re just jealous cause they don’t get to call their parents mommy and Tsukki.”

👁—

That same night, Kei offers to read your daughter to sleep as if to reinforce the notion that mommy and Tsukki was cooler than mommy and daddy. Of course, he was pushing for this to hide that he was upset that children were making fun of her.

After that Tsukishima really gets into his dad role—walking your daughter to school with you or without you everyday, picking her up and giving her grandiose hugs. He made sure to lock eyes with every spectator, his height towering over many at the kindergarten. Silently telling them all “do not fuck with her, or you answer to me.”

He’s sosososo protective, I can’t. He ain’t scared to fight a toddler.

Even well after you and Tsukishima introduce a child of your own, your daughter still insists on calling him Tsukki and adamantly tries to teach her sister to say Tsukki instead of dada.

“You’re okay with the kids not calling you ‘Daddy’, Kei?”

“The only one I want calling me daddy is you.”

Yamaguchi;

This poor bean 💀 not only was he not prepared for fatherhood in the slightest, but twins?!

You both swore up and down they were evil. If one was hungry, the other one would refuse to eat until the other finished their meal. This applied to using their diapers as well.

Imagine the energy of Hinata and Nishinoya as baby twin boys, and lo and behold, yours and Tadashi’s kids.

While you had slightly more patience with them, knowing they were going to grow up eventually and become their own independent humans. Tadashi was not handling this well at all.

Low key, he felt like he was doing a horrible job as a parent and, after the boys had finally gone to sleep for the night, you’d spent a lot of time consoling Tadashi.

“Why can’t I be like—“

“Baby, you’ve got to stop comparing yourself to all of your friends. None of them have twin boys that are less than a year old.”

“Yeah but Hinata has three of them, so does Daichi—“

“Honey, you aren’t them. You’re you, so please, just be you.”

He’s ambitious when it comes to parenting—he wants to be the best dad ever, and he only gets better with practice.

That doesn’t make him wanna tear out his hair any less, but as the boys get older, it does get easier. We pretend their toddler years didn’t exist, it was a nightmare that Tadashi does NOT want to relive

[laughing-with-god]

Pandemonium XI

Words; 3.4k

“I don’t want to repeat my innocence.  I want the pleasure of losing it again.” 

The tension in the room always seemed to follow Namjoon.  

It was as if he carried the marvelous ability to take the thin air around him and bend it into a daunting aura.  The very presence of him screamed alarm to others, an alpha just begging you to fuck with him. One found it a bit of a task to just meet his eye line.  

You must admit, his little dialogue of his prediction of your ‘submissive’ side left a somewhat startled and taken aback feeling for you to process.  

Surprisingly, he did make a point of you aggressive persona being a lot to upkeep.  You weren’t sure if it was a defense mechanism or your personality, but you did feel a bit tired at times from having to keep a constant level of defiance.  Perhaps you did have a problem showing vulnerability, and that’s why you act so bold; especially in the face of men.

You found yourself in a position you rarely were ever in; flabbergasted and strangled by silence as your mind struggled to keep up with what was just said.  

Namjoon looked pleased, aristocratic features twisting up in a witty smile as if your confusion aided his pleasure.  His dimples made an appearance and you felt your own face scrunch up into a scoff. How befitting was it for such an adorable feature to be plopped beside the very same lips that uttered such taboo topics at the dinner table?

His smile sparked some annoyance within you due to it revealing the satisfaction that his plan was working.  

He wanted you to be freaking out right now.

He wanted you to feel exposed.

He wanted to plant a seed in your head.  

You wouldn’t let him.  

You leaned back in your seat and grabbed your glass to take a sip of whatever expensive wine he found necessary to splurge on.  ‘Rich people’, you thought while barely suppressing an eye roll.

“You know Mr. Kim, I think that perhaps your little male ego just needs to feel vital.  That’s why you enjoy the concept of being a girl’s ‘daddy’.”

A snark from his baritone voice.  His olive tone hand reached out to mirror your actions by grasping his own glass of wine.  “Charming analysis, really. Yet this doesn’t stem from a need to be in control and feel important.  Like I stated before nymphet, it works both ways. You’d be just as vital to me as I am to you.”

“Be that as it may, don’t you think that forcing a submissive role onto someone is just manipulative?”  You retorted.

“Not at all.  Tell me babe, exactly when did I force any type of role onto you?  In fact, I quite like you just as you are. I would be very bored if you were a utter doormat.”  

You snorted at this.  “And what exactly was that whole ted talk about your psychological analysis concerning my inner submissive side?”  

“My meer suspicions.  But let me ask you some questions.”  A pause as if to wait for your objection. You stayed quiet.  “Do you find it a negative that your partner would want to take care of your every need?”

You shook your head.

“Is it bad to depend on your partner?”

Another shake of the head.

“And will you admit that in relationships, one usually falls into a more assertive role while the other falls into a submissive role?”

A prolonged response, but you settled for a shrug.  

“And you have a softer side, it’s just hidden under a facade of aggression.”  

You placed your drink down quickly, and stuttered; “W-well, I wouldn’t say-” “No, no.  That wasn’t a question.”  His dark eyes glimmered with a knowing benevolence.  

You face warmed on its’ own accord.  

Logic was also something that was not wasted on this man by any means.  It was like you were debating against a world class lawyer. You felt small and somewhat stupid, trapped by the brilliant diction to escape those plush lips of his.  Of course, your immediate reaction was to yell and spark up another fight. He had tricked you.

Yet, you couldn’t.  You would be proving him right.

Perhaps you were too stubborn.  Maybe you were demonizing the idea of a dom/sub relationship.  As you searched your mind for one valid reason to take a strong stance against it, you couldn’t.  

“Are you two ready to order?”  This broke your trance, causing you to look up and see the anxious waiter, pen and paper in hand.  

You huffed and looked at Namjoon.  “Order for me.”

Namjoon smirked, “No allergies to speak off?”  

“Nope.”

Namjoon turned his attention to the waiter and informed him of the food that he would be expecting.  Meanwhile, you attempted to drown yourself in that alcoholic grape juice that suddenly became all too interesting.  Not noticing the very proud smirk Namjoon held.

--

“Any recent literature to capture my nymphet’s mind?”  

You shoved another fork full into your mouth, not knowing whether or not to be happy that Namjoon did indeed order something you found very delicious.  Not that you would ever tell him that, though.

“I finished Fitzgerald’s ‘This Side Of Paradise.’”  You bluntly responded.

“And your thoughts?”  Namjoon prodded.

“Amory Blaine was a player who got mad when he got played.”  

Namjoon laughed, “Really now?  I thought he was ahead of his time.  When he met a woman who was finally of his wit and standard, she rejected him because she was too clever.  Hell, Amory Blaine wouldn’t have married himself!”

“Sure, she was smart for dodging him and marrying someone rich.  Yet, he didn’t have the right to bitch about it.”

“He got his heart broken.”  Namjoon argued.

“He got his ego broken.”  You disagreed, remembering the protagonists’ self-entitled rants of despair.

“We should have our own book club.”  Namjoon suggested, seeming to enjoy the contrast of beliefs concerning classic novels.  

“No thanks, I would rip your head off if I constantly had to hear your propaganda.”  Chewing harshly on purpose, you glared straight ahead at him.

He smiled, amused by your lack of manners.  “You’re a messy eater.”

You chewed louder, mouth open to get the sound effect as well.  

“You know, you’re only proving me right by acting like a childish brat.”  He smirked before passing you over a napkin. “If it were up to me, you would have gotten something from the kid’s menu and be eating out of kiddie plates and sippy cups.”  

“I think you would find perfect companionship at a daycare if that’s what you would want to see someone eat out of.”  You swallowed loudly, taking in sick satisfaction from Namjoons’ eyebrow twitch,

“Someone needs to teach you manners.”  He stated.

“You’re right.  Maybe Mr. Kim or Yoongi would be up for the job.”  Using his brothers against him was cruel, but you couldn’t deny the opportunity to get under his skin.  

He halted his movement to slice through his steak and looked up to bore his orbs into yours, “Don’t you dare mention those buffoons when you’re with me.”  

“Why?  Does it grind your gears to know that one of your brothers could be a more capable ‘daddy’ than you?”  you couldn’t help but tease, feeling a level of power at finding a weak point at a seemingly powerful man.  

A silence passed and his head bowed to cut through his steak, more precisely and harshly than he was mincing it before.  You paused your consuming, partly startled at his sudden seriousness and lack of banter.

“Tell me something dear, were you spanked as a child?”  

You choked, “What the fuck does that have to do with anything?”

He popped a dice of meat into his mouth to devour, “......because you’re about to be.”

--

Besides the obvious undertones of power-play, the dinner was perfectly adequate.  

Namjoon held qualities that you would’ve liked in a partner; intelligent, gentlemanly, well-read, respectful and clever enough to uphold a repartee with you.  He was one of the few people who you felt stimulated with by debating openly, one of the few people you respected as an equal footing with you. He challenged you. Some men you considered below you, knowing that their intentions were ill moraled and brains not nearly filled enough.  Other men you considered to be of a different world, too out of touch to ever be a match to you. Similar to how you felt when your relationship first bloomed with Jimin, a man who should’ve never collided worlds with you.

But Namjoon was someone you felt rather comfortable with.  After getting past the desperate swaying of dom/sub dynamics, you found yourself enjoying the company of the previously intimidating man.  He entertained your thoughts on culture, music and even absurd analysis on how Oscar wilde was the ‘first gay king’ as you lovingly put it.  

The meal was finished and he refused to beg for more of your time (something Jungkook or Jimin would’ve pulled.)  He paid the bill with the help of a shiny black card, laid a crisp twenty dollar bill on the table and led you out of the restaurant whilst guiding you via an arm around your waist.  

The car ride home was rather silent, the enchanting notes of Chopin played through the radio and draped an air of sophistication into the atmosphere.  Neither of you spoke, yet it was far from awkward. It was more like a mutual agreement to appreciate a stillness after such engaging conversation.

He pulled into your dorm parking lot.  Like an old fashioned bachelor, he exited his side to open the door for you and walk you to your door (or more like the dorm entrance).  

“Was I satisfactory?”  His deep voice rumbled, tone sounding more intimate as you were directly next to him...practically feeling the vibrations from his chest as he said his words.  

You two continued your walk, however you were setting the pace.  It was a slow walk, you had to admit, but you wanted to prolong the time and see how Namjoon would wrap the evening up.  So it was your little secret that you took your time with calculated strides.

“Compared to what I thought was going to happen….yeah, I’m pleased.”  

“And just what was your prediction?”  He chuckled.

“I don’t know.  Maybe you pulling a Cosby and taking me to a playroom or something.”  You laughed.

“Your humor is too satirical love, people overhearing might not get the joke.”  Namjoon pulled your form closer to him as a chilly wind passed through unexpectedly.  You breathed deep and briefly wondered if it would be weird to ask just exactly how much this fucker drops on cologne alone.  

‘He did tip a waiter like 20 dollars though….maybe I don’t wanna know.’

Sadly, you had approached the door and were forced to face him with goodbyes.  

“Well...I’m glad you got to spend a night with a man instead of wasting it on a little boy.”  

You rolled your eyes, and debated with whether or not you should say what has been bothering you on the drive over.

“A-are you going to teach me how a man kisses?”  This indeed was the reason you had agreed to the date in the first place; Namjoon claiming to blow Jungkook’s boyish technique out of the water with a much more experienced mouth.  It was something that was bubbling under the surface for you, making you prone to bursting if it wasn’t addressed.

Namjoon quirked his brow and rubbed the back of his neck, “I suppose, if that’s what the lady wants.”  

You waited, holding your breath subconsciously.  

He smirked and stepped closer to you, invading any realm of personal space.  God, he was tall. You felt vulnerable but surprisingly….you didn’t feel any disgust towards this new feeling.  It felt almost intimate to be so close to such a bigger frame than yours...

“Close your eyes.”  He purred. You obeyed, you didn’t know why you did it without question...but you obeyed.  

You waited for the feeling of his lips to touch yours.  

Would his kisses be rough and alpha-like, like the domineering persona seen before?

Or would it be careful and elaborate, similar to his manners and mindset?

You felt his hand take yours.  

You pursed your lips, not wanting to waste any time and cover the distance quickly.

You felt something warm and soft pucker against the back of your hand.

What?

You opened your eyes to witness something you weren’t expecting; Namjoon’s broad and receding back as he retreated towards the parking lot.  

Rage spurred within you.  

The fucker really just kissed your hand before trying to leave while you had your eyes closed and lips out like a fucking idiot?!  

“What the fuck Namjoon?!”  You called out, not caring how shrill and insane your own voice sounded as it echoed through the parking lot.  

He raised one long arm to wave back, still not turning around to face you.  “A real gentleman doesn’t kiss on the first date babygirl.”

You breathed in.

Your breathed out.  

“YOU MANIAC!  YOU CAN TALK ABOUT BDSM OVER DINNER BUT CAN’T EVEN PECK ME?!  ‘DADDY’ MY ASS! YOUR BROTHERS WOULDN’T TREAT ME LIKE THIS!” You hollered as Namjoon got into his car, not once acknowledging your temper tantrum and starting up the vehicle to drive away.

You heard a window open as a college student poked their head out to see what was going on.  “What the fuck are you yelling for? People are trying to sleep!”

You looked up and flipped the anonymous peer off while taking out your keys to enter the dorm.  

The Kim brothers were an interesting breed, you decided.

--

You laid in bed, scrolling through your phone as you awaited sleep to come.  

When you had got home, Kat was nowhere to be seen and you were left with the dorm to yourself.  She did mention a study dat before so you weren’t too concerned.

You decided to wash up and turn in, knowing how early your first class was tomorrow.  

A notification popped up on the top of your screen, halting your browsing.

It was a text from Namjoon.  

‘I fell in love with her courage,

Her sincerity and her flaming self respect.  

And it’s these things I’d believe in,

Even if the world indulged in wild suspicions

That she wasn’t all that she should be.

I love her and that is the beginning of everything.’ ~F. Scott Fitzgerald’  

Did he really sent you a poem?  

You spent about ten minutes reading the words over and over again, letting it warm your heart as you pictured Namjoon’s long fingers typing it down and thinking of you.  It was easy for you to connect the dots given one of the his favorite topics was your submission to him. However, this poem hinted that he was not at all turned off by your aggression and bratiness. Even if the world didn’t think think you were proper, your flaming self respect earned Namjoon’s fondness of you.  And like the last line said….

This was only the beginning.

You fell asleep with a smile upon your face.

--

Perhaps if you had looked up the horoscope for your astrological sign, it would’ve warned you of just exactly how cursed this day was about to be.  Maybe even told you to stay your ass home.

Sadly, you had to discover this bad fortune the hard way by treading out into the very world itself.  

First, you woke up late and thus had very little time to get pretty.  Not only did you burst into your first class about 15 minutes late, but you also looked like a hot mess.  

Then, you realized that you forgot to charge your laptop last night.  Meaning, all notes were now going to have to painstakingly be taken by hand.  This would have been longer and more carpal-tunnel themed but god decided to strike upon you even harder by making that pen explode on you, ink now staining your shirt.  

And the final nail in the coffin was in your early afternoon class.  Your professor was handing back grades on the most recent paper to be turned in, one that you have worked very hard on and missed sleep over.  

And what did you get?

A big, bright, red ‘F’.

Red was a hideous color, you concluded.  Maybe that’s why teachers used it? To make the letter grade look angry and disappointed.  It worked like a charm given the more you stared at it, the more heavy the guilt and inner-turmoil felt on your chest.  

You had enough of this day.  

You looked like shit.

Felt like shit.

And apparently your quality as a student was utter shit.

There was a silver lining, and in a facade optimism you tried to focus on it and nothing else.  

You only had one more class to suffer through today, after that you were perfectly free to wallow the rest of the 24 hours in bed with whatever items to satisfy a pity party.  

But while walking on campus to your next class, you had caught sight of something.  

A group of guys were lurking by the entrance to your next class.  

The closer you approached, the more clearer their faces became.  

It was a fuck boy pack, about five in total.  They were excitedly talking with one another, some even rough housing with those enlarged limbs of theirs.  You rolled your eyes and continued your stride, not wanting to pause and give them any more inspection. All you had to do was pass them and get into the classroom.  

A boisterous roar that made you jump, the sound coming from the group itself (which now appeared to be like a group of wild hyenas).  

You turned to see what the fuck can be such cause for such foolish hollering.

Only to see one of the guys pointing right at you while the others turned to face the direction.  

And what face was among them?

Jungkook.

--

The scene was reminiscent of ‘Mean Girls’.  

When Lindsey Lohan ate her lunch in the bathroom because she had no one to sit with.  

You were just like her.

Instead, you weren’t eating lunch so much as you were bawling your eyes out.

A girl could only take so much, you know?

After you saw Jungkook among them, you snapped right back around to head to a bathroom.  Not wanting him to bear witness to your now red face and watery eyes.

You promised yourself that you were just heading to the restroom for a second to process what just happened.  Not to mention you also wanted to avoid them. However the more you tried to process it from within the claustrophobic stall of yours, the more unbearable the situation became.  

Paranoia clawed at you and it quickly became apparent that either way, it wasn’t looking good for you.

What the fuck did Jungkook tell them about you?

Did he also tell them about your night together?  

Did he tell them that you were a poor commoner willing to set aside self-respect for the wealth of sugar daddies?

Just how much did he expose of your intimate side to his bros for the sake of a laugh?

Although Jungkook was the proud owner of doe eyes, iron man socks and IU posters….he still hung out with jocks and wore too much axe spray to be allowed.  Foolish it was to place any trust on a man like that. If he wanted to let the whole school know of your dirty little secret, he would have all the proof and popularity on his side.  

You sniffled.

You knew that today in general just wasn’t a good day for you.  Over-sensitivity was a given. But did being aware of your wounded heart make the pain go away any less?  No. Of course not.

You just felt so...small.  Hopeless. Meek. Like prey to anyone and anything that wanted to hurt you today.  

And you craved protection of any sort.  

Your eyes released more tears and another sob broke through your seemingly paper-thin chest.  Just when exactly did you work yourself into a incomprehensive hysteria? You didn’t know.

Working on auto-pilot, you felt your own hand reach for your phone and swiftly click a contact name, tears dropping onto the screen before you put it to your ear.  

A ring as you called the person.  

He picked up on the second one.

“Hello?”  his deep voice greeted.  

“Daddy!   Please get me….I-I’m  scared.” you pleaded, not understanding the words that left your mouth until it was much too late.

Namjoon was taken aback on the other line.

Maybe the submissive side wasn’t so hidden afterall.

(Sorry I haven’t touched this fic in a long time....Im trash.  tbh I hit a writers block and found nam kinda intimidating to write for. Is it obvious I haven’t written this story in a long time lmao? I have an outline though for the next few chapters so we should get back on track.  Im very proud of the other stories I put out tho so if you haven’t yet, please check those out.  Ask my character is available, tell me your thoughts on this chapter and I’ll catch you guys on the flippity flop.)

[switchjeon]

Pull me in even more, let me be by your side; vmin

Pairing: Park Jimin & Kim Taehyung; vmin

Genre: fluff, college/university AU, established relationship

Summary: Taehyung, too immersed in studying, starts to neglect his life duties (read: Park Jimin.)

Word count: 1,897

Taehyung hears noises when he wakes up. There are soft murmurs coming from the other side of the room, voices he vaguely registers as Hoseok’s and Namjoon’s.

Tae sits up slowly, rubbing at his eyes. He doesn’t remember falling asleep on the couch, and he most certainly does not remember draping a blanket over himself before he did. But he’s thankful to whoever did.

“Jimin-ah!” Namjoon calls suddenly, “He’s up,”

A blonde-haired, brown-eyed boy comes rushing from the kitchen, and smiles softly when his eyes fall on Taehyung’s form- awake.

“Hey baby,” He says gently, “Did you sleep well?”

Taehyung nods, before lying back down, a hand coming over his forehead as he feels a headache rising. He really should fix up his sleep routine.

“Do you need a painkiller?” Jimin’s concerned voice is closer this time, his eyes also filled with a fond worry that hasn’t really left all week.

Taehyung pushes himself to sit up again, tries his best not to wince when he does, and shakes his head,

“I’ll be okay,” He smiles softly at the boy who wavers close to him, “C’mere,” He mumbles.

Jimin grins before settling on Taehyungs’s lap, pushing the side of his head against his chest and drawings small circles onto his boyfriend’s stomach,

“You passed out on top of your work on the coffee table,” Jimin begins softly, “Namjoon-hyung moved you to the couch. How late did you sleep last night?”

Taehyung shrugs, resting his head on Jimin’s and closing his eyes,

“I was studying,”

“You didn’t answer my question, Tae.”

The younger boy sighs, biting his lip briefly before speaking,

“Four am? Maybe?”

“Tae!” Jimin gasps. The circles on his stomach stop, and instead a single light slap follows, causing his eyes to fly back open, “Four? You only got four hours of sleep?”

“Three.” Taehyung mumbles into Jimin’s hair. “I’m okay, see? Nothing to worry about-”

“Shut up,” The blonde-haired boy pauses to press his lips together, obviously trying to keep calm, before he speaks again “No more staying up past twelve to study,”

“But Jimin-”

“No. No more.”

Taehyung sighs; he knows he’s lost this one.

“Okay,” He mumbles softly, though he doesn’t make any promises.

***

It’s 2am when Taehyung stumbles into bed that night. Not bad he thinks, as he scoots closer to the sleeping Jimin, attempting to find comfort within his warmth. Jimin’s body is rigid.

“You said no more,” Jimin’s voice startles Taehyung,

“It’s only two,” Tae tries to reason.

Jimin turns over to face his boyfriend. He lifts a finger and traces it over Taehyung’s face, over his nose, down to his lips,

“You’re so sleepy, baby,” He mumbles. Taehyung smiles tiredly, fondness welling in his heart at just how much Jimin cares for him.

Jimin’s eyes look more tired than ever, and his nose is scrunched up in that adorable way that only ever happens when he’s really tired. His eyelids droop shut every few seconds, obviously determined to make sure his boyfriend actually sleeps now that he’s in bed, and doesn’t scurry off to shove his head back inside a science textbook.

“I know, I know,” Taehyung pulls Jimin closer, till their chests are pressed together, and Jimin’s hand has moved from his face to his hip,

“Goodnight, Jiminnie,”

***

“You’ve been studying hard again haven’t you?”

Taehyung pauses, an apple halfway to his mouth, which he lowers when he hears his boyfriend’s voice.

“Jimin? What are you doing back?”

The older boy ignores his question and walks further inside the kitchen to where Taehyung stands. He stands on his tip-toes to inspect his boyfriend carefully, before nodding firmly,

“Yes, you’ve been studying too much again.”

Taehyung sighs and takes a bite of the fruit in his hand, munching around a reply,

“How do you know?”

“Your lips are all swollen,” Jimin says easily, “Only two things do that to you; intense concentration and- me.”

The younger boy chokes, and Jimin watches wickedly as his boyfriend attempts to pull himself together,

“I know your habits Tae,” The older boy continues, “You bite and suck all over your lips when you’re concentrating.”

“How do you know I wasn’t concentrating on something else?” Taehyung’s voice is weak, still straining from the choke,

“Because I know you. Are you done for the day now? Can we hang out?” Jimin pauses, his eyes turning dark for a second “Can you bite and suck all over me?”

Taehyung chokes for a second time, and Jimin laughs all over again, but his eyes are still hopeful-looking, and Taehyung almost cancels out the plans he already has. Almost.

“I was going to head to the library actually…” Taehyung wants to eat his words once he sees the forlorn expression on Jimin’s face, “Tomorrow? Babe?” He tacts on hopefully.

When Jimin nods Taehyung presses a kiss to his lips, making sure to hold firmly and for a little longer than necessary.

“Tomorrow.” Jimin finally mumbles back.

***

“You look like you could use a coffee,” Jungkook’s voice drags Taehyung’s attention away from his textbook. “And some common sense, why would you highlight your textbook?”

Taehyung sighs and looks at his friend,

“Did you come with caffeine or insults? Because if it’s the latter, get out.”

Jungkook, grinning, places a disposable cup on to the library’s table, before dragging over a chair and sitting down,

“I came with a question. How much have you been fucking Jimin-hyung that he looks so dead every day?”

Taehyung chokes.

“How much- what?”

“He looks like he hasn’t slept in a week! Two weeks! What are you doing hyung?”

Taehyung swats at the younger boy, ignoring the blush he knows is rising in his cheeks, and plotting to buy some kind of mouth filter for Jungkook’s birthday.

“That is not your business, brat.” He says, eyes travelling back to his book. But the book disappears from sight only a second later, forcing him to look at the boy in front of him,

“Don’t damage that it costs more than your life,” Taehyung tries reaching out for it, but Jungkook is in one of his extra stubborn moods, and so he sits back again with little luck. “What?” He sighs, exasperated.

“What did you do to Jimin-hyung?”

Taehyung rolls his eyes,

“Jimin insists on staying up till I do, because I’m studying.” He narrows his eyes at the younger boy, “Now give me my book back, so I don’t have to stay up too late, and your precious hyung won’t either.”

Jungkook drops the book on the table, but continues his intense stare,

“Loosen up a bit. You’re dragging Jimin into this and he’s worried about you, hyung. Cut down a bit, enjoy yourself, you’re so tense. I know studying is important but-” Jungkook pauses, and the look he gives Taehyung almost makes him question just who is younger, “Isn’t Jimin important too?”

Taehyung’s eyes widen, “Of course Jimin’s important, how could you even-”

“Then start treating him like he is.” Jungkook cuts in.

Guilt floods through Taehyung as he shakes his head,

“I never thought I would ever be taking advice from you of all people.”

“I’m serious, hyung. Stop throwing your life out the window for extra study time. You can pass and be a good boyfriend.” He pauses, narrows his eyes, “And a good friend.”

Taehyung winces, noticing how the last time he’d seen any of their group was that small chatter between Namjoon and Hoseok a few days ago. Man he really needs to lighten up.

“Okay,” he says, and Jungkook smiles, nods, and stays for the rest of his study session.

***

“Tae?” Jimin’s voice is laced with sleep, his eyes slipping shut just after the word leaves his mouth. Taehyung smiles softly before walking over to the bed where his boyfriend lays,

“Hey,” he says, tone as soft as his smile, as he drags a hand through Jimin’s fluffy hair. Jimin’s eyes open at the touch, a look of content masking his features,

“You’re early,” he says quietly, “It’s only ten o clock.”

Taehyung shifts so he’s lying next to Jimin, then props himself up on an elbow so he can still run his hands through the elder’s hair,

“Yeah, I’m done for today. Let’s just relax.” He pauses, “I missed you.”

Jimin looks at him, really looks at him, before grinning,

“Turn over,” He says gently. Taehyung is confused, but lies on his stomach anyway, trusting his boyfriend- as always.

Jimin climbs onto Taehyung’s lower back, making sure he’s sitting steadily before kneading his hands into the younger’s shoulders.

Taehyung lets out a groan, the feel of the week’s tension being kneaded out of his muscles, all the knits and knots that had buried themselves under his skin during the week, slowly dissipating under Jimin’s touch. He lets out another groan as Jimin pushes harder against him, and then a small whine as he makes his way down his back. Jimin’s hands may be small, but they sure are skilled.

“Feel good?” Jimin asks gently. His mouth is against Taehyung’s ear, but his hands don’t stop working.

Taehyung lets out a breathy laugh,

“Y-yeah, just- right there-”

Jimin grins, Tae can feel it against his ear the motherfucker, but the hands kneading into his muscle feel too good to complain.

“Hyung I’m coming in, I hope you’re wearing clothes!”

Jungkook’s voice has Jimin rolling off Taehyung’s back, and Tae manages to catch him just before he rolls off the bed completely.

“Oh- you’re not naked,” Jungkook’s tone sounds almost disappointed, and Taehyung is sure he was hoping to use the opportunity for future blackmail. Shame on you Jeon Jungkook.

“What do you want?” Jimin says, as he continues to rub softly at one of Taehyung’s shoulders. He’s sitting next to him now, and the touch isn’t exactly massaging, but still comforting.

“Biology textbook,” Jungkook says, walking into the room and dropping to the corner, “I left it in- aha! Here it is.”

Jungkook gives Taehyung a smug smile and a waggle of the eyebrows before he walks out the room.

“What a brat,” Jimin sighs, flopping on top of Taehyung. His face is buried into his boyfriend’s shoulder, and he begins to press light kisses to the back of his neck, coaxing soft whines from Taehyung’s throat.

“I’m glad you relaxed a bit, Tae baby,”

Taehyung smiles against the pillow before finally flipping himself over, making sure to hold Jimin securely by the hips so he sits on his stomach.

He’s startled by the sudden movement, but Jimin relaxes quickly, hands running up and down his boyfriend’s sides before finally entangling their hands. The touch makes Taehyung realise just how much he’d been missing out on whilst he caught up in his studies- he feels like he was so busy chasing the planets, he was leaving the sun behind.

Taehyung knows studying is important, that he’s not in college simply to have a good time, but also to morph his future. But with a small blonde boy on his stomach, gripping his hands and smiling at him warmly, Taehyung can’t help but think that this could be part of his future too.

“I’m glad you’re here to help me relax, Jiminnie,”

Jimin flushes pink, his small fingers fiddling with the hem of Taehyung’s shirt before he leans down and presses their lips together.

“I’ll always be here, Tae baby.”