#sfw bts

[marblemoonstones]

🩵 catharsis ~ chapter eleven

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series masterlist 

pairing: bts ot7 x reader

genre: collegestudentreader!au 

warnings: ❗️any characters in the story have nothing to do with their real life counterparts❗️f reader, reader with glasses, curse words

*lmk if i missed any*

word count: ~5.2k

a/n: i'm back. i am so so sorry this took to long; i had written like half of it earlier but didn't have time to finish it. but!! it's summer, and i got a new laptop! so hopefully more writing. also i'm officially a graduate! yay! on to uni :) thank you readers for sticking with this story. it truly means a lot. 🩷

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Warmth. Light. Trees. 

I’m standing in a forest, the sun filtering through the trees. I look down and I’m wearing a white spring dress, unfit for the chilly time of year. I touch the trees and feel the coarse bark underneath my fingertips. 

“Y/n.” 

I hear my name whispered through the breeze. It’s faint, and I strain my ears to hear it.

“Y/n.” 

It sounds familiar, a voice I can’t quite place.

“Y/n.”

“Yes? Who’s there?” I whisper, trying to find the mysterious voice hidden in the trees. 

“Y/n.” 

I jolt awake. Strong arms are around me and my back is pressed against something firm and warm. I realize it was just a dream, but Jungkook was the one saying my name. And now I’m cuddling with him, his strong planes of his chest against my back.

“You awake?” He asks gently, making me look slowly up. He’s absolutely beautiful in the morning (but he always is), even with a ruffled head of hair and sleepiness in his eyes.

“Yeah,” I murmur back, closing my eyes again, wanting to go back to sleep. 

He’s so warm..and strong..I think. 

“Y/n, baby, you can’t go back to sleep,” I hear Jungkook faintly say, as I’m already halfway back to dreamland, “We have to get up and get ready for the day.” 

He called me baby, I think. But I ignore him, so happy with the warmth and comfort that I don’t register the door opening. 

“Jungkook…” I hear another voice but it sounds like I’m underwater. 

Whoosh! A burst of cold wraps around me and I shoot my eyes open. There’s Taehyung grinning at me, my precious blankets and sheets in his hands. 

“Hey, what was that for?” I grumble as I put my glasses on.

“Come on, Y/n,” Jungkook says, stretching and going to stand by Taehyung, “Don’t be upset now. I told you you had to get up.” He has a bunny smile on his face and I sigh.

“Fine, fine. Let me go freshen up before I head downstairs,” I say, stretching too and then heading to the bathroom. 

“Sure. Also, it’s really late so we’re having brunch downstairs so hurry down! Jin-hyung made mockmosas!” Taehyung chirps, pulling Jungkook out of my room and shutting the door. (a/n: are those a thing? if not, they are now)

I laugh as I get ready, freshening up then pulling on jeans and another sweatshirt of Jungkook’s. I descend the stairs and see that everyone’s at the table, with Jin at the kitchen mixing up the drinks. 

“Hi Y/n,” he greets, “Sit down, have a waffle and some fruit and a mockmosa.”

I thank him then sit down next to Jungkook and Jimin. 

“Jin-hyung made you a special mockmosa,” Jimin says, pushing a glass towards me, “He says that it tastes fruitier than the others because you prefer that.” 

I’m touched. 

“Wow, Jin, how did you know that?” I ask, taking a sip. It’s the perfect blend of fruity and fizzy. 

“I have a sixth sense, honey,” he says with a wink. 

I roll my eyes with a smile and thank him nonetheless. 

“Wait is that my sweatshirt?” Jungkook asks making me cough on my drink. 

“Woah woah, careful princess, don’t want you to die.” Jimin hits my back to try to get me to stop coughing, but it doesn’t help. And now I’m blushing AND coughing. 

After my coughing fit subsides, I answer hesitantly.

“…Maybe?” I smile sheepishly, my cheeks burning.

“Uh huh. I know that’s mine because Joon-hyung gave me that for my birthday last year,” Jungkook teases, sly smile on his face.

“Oh gosh, I didn’t know it was a birthday gift!” I hastily say, “Let me go change! I just thought it was cute and I’m sorry for taking it-“

“Babe, it’s fine.” Jungkook places his hand on my wrist to stop me from getting up, his expression worried instead of the smirk on his face a second ago. 

“Yeah! It looks better on you than Kookie anyways,” Jimin teases, causing Jungkook to glare cutely at him. 

“Hey! What’s that supposed to mean?” He asks, crossing his arms. 

Jimin cackles. “Oh baby, I know you’re cute, but Y/n is just adorable in anything she wears.”

I want to sink into the floor and never come back. Can’t I just enjoy my mockmosa in peace?

“Yeah, that’s true. The embroidered carrots just match her vibe, you know?” Jungkook smirks again and as I look to my left Jimin also wear a devious look too. 

“Hey, stop teasing the poor girl,” Yoongi says, but still shooting a small smile my way. 

“Yeah, listen to Yoodles and shut up,” I mumble, trying to focus on eating. 

Jungkook and Jimin laugh but change the subject to today’s event. 

It’s Yoongi’s music showcase, and I’m so excited to listen to his music. I have listened to a couple of his songs, but today he’s showcasing his new album D-Day. 

After an hour we all pile into the car, minus Yoongi, who left earlier. Jin drives, with Jungkook sitting shotgun (he fought hard for that spot, and no one wanted to fight with him today). Hobi and Namjoon sit in the middle and Jimin, Taehyung, and I sit in the back.

The 94s are avidly discussing Yoongi’s work, being the only people who have heard his new songs. 

“He really is a genius with his lyrics,” Namjoon praises, smiling fondly at the thought of Yoongi. 

“No wonder we call him Min genius,” Hobi says, matching Namjoon’s dreamy look and big smile.

“Aww, look at those two geeking out..” Taehyung whispers into left ear, making me snap out of my daydreaming and suppress a shiver. He’s sitting next to me, as I’m squeezed into the middle seat.

“I know,” I whisper back, “They’re so passionate about Yoongi. It’s sweet.” It is sweet, how much they care about each other. 

“You know, Namjoon-hyung and Hobi-hyung also used to write rap lyrics,” Jimin says, whispering into my right ear. 

It’s really hot in the car. Or maybe it’s just me? 

“Really? That’s so cool. I wonder what their lyrics were like,” I muse, imagining Namjoon and Hobi with microphones in hand, gold chains around their neck, caps on backwards. Oh my god, they would definitely wear dark sunglasses too. I puff out a laugh at the thought of that.

“We can go to Yoongi-hyung’s studio and look into the archives, I know the password-what’s so funny?” Taehyung asks, stopping mid thought. 

“Nothing,” I reply, smiling at the thought of Namjoon and Hobi wearing thick chunky rings and earrings. Ha! Namjoon wearing chunky earrings.

Jimin pouts. 

“Y/nnnn just tell meee,” he whines, “Don’t tell Tae, just tell me.” 

I roll my eyes fondly.

“Never mind, you two. We’re almost there.” I gesture out the window. Jin is turning into the parking lot of the music building at our university. 

“Hmph.” Tae pouts like the baby he is, and I resist the urge to coo and pinch his bread-like cheeks. 

“Everyone out!” Jin shouts, unbuckling and opening his door with a haste. 

Jungkook rolls his eyes.

“Jin-hyung, we’re not even late,” he says, leisurely unbuckling and getting out, stopping to stretch in the sunlight.

“We should’ve been here ten minutes ago!” Jin practically shrieks, making all of us cringe. 

Oh boy. An annoyed Jin is not a happy Jin, and that’s not going to be good energy for Yoongi’s showcase.

“Jin,” I say, going around the van to talk face to face with the man, “It’s going to be okay. Technically, Yoongi’s exhibit doesn’t open for another fifteen minutes.” He’s about to protest but I continue on, “I know you wanted to be here early for Yoongi, but we can’t even get up there until it officially opens, and the important thing is that we’re here, and here in one piece.” 

“But-“

“She’s right, Jin,” Namjoon says, slipping his hand into Jin’s. “We’re here, safe, and ready to cheer our love on. That’s all that matters.” He gives Jin a peck on the cheek. 

Jin sighs.

“Fine. I know you guys are right,” he mumbles, leaning into Namjoon and starting to walk. He and Namjoon look so cute together and I snap a photo before I too start heading to the building. 

Hobi and Jimin catch up to them, with Hobi murmuring a quick “Thank you.” to me. 

Taehyung and Jungkook, on the other hand, stay back and walk with me, Taehyung on my left and Jungkook on my right. 

We chat about random thoughts as we walk, and I notice Jungkook and Taehyung pressing their sides close to mine. I smell Jungkook’s fresh and airy scent that mixes with Taehyung’s warmer and more woody scent. They make me smile, the perfumes as complimentary to each other as the people are.

We reach the doors and head inside. The sleek yet elegant lobby greets us, with signs to direct us to the correct rooms. Jin is with Namjoon at the front desk, grabbing what looks like brochures.

“Okay guys,” Jin says, handing out the brochures, “I know we’re just here for Yoongi, but after seeing his work we could check out other producers too.” 

“Oh my god, Kim Woosik is here? Tae-hyung, Jimin-hyung, please come with me to see his work!” Jungkook begs, grasping his hyungs shoulders. 

“Okay, okay, Kook. We can go there after we see Yoongi’s exhibit,” Jimin says, ruffling Jungkook’s hair fondly. 

Jungkook scans the brochure, then his eyes widen.

“No no, hyung, we have to go now.” He says, panicked. “His exhibit leaves in half an hour, hyung! Half an hour! We need to go now. We can visit Yoongi-hyung after!” 

“Okay, fine-“ Before Taehyung can get any more words out Jungkook drags him and Jimin towards the stairs. 

“Bye guys! We’ll see you later, I guess.” Jimin calls, then grins as Jungkook forces him up the stairs.

The remaining guys and I look at each other, bemused at what just happened. 

“I’ll be more mature, but Hobi-hyung, do you want to check out SUMIN’s exhibit? It’s also only here for another half an hour,” Namjoon says, turning to Hobi. 

“Sure, Namjoon-ah,” he says, looping his arm through Namjoon’s. “Lead the way.”

They wave and head to the elevators, leaving me with Jin.

“Well, I know I don’t know much about the music industry, but I just want to go see Yoongi first,” I say, awkward at the sudden quiet. 

“It’s okay, I’ll go with you,” Jin says, placing a hand on my shoulder. “It’s on the fourth floor, so let’s go this way.” 

He steers me to the elevators and clicks the up button. 

“Don’t you have famous people that you want to see?” I ask, confused as to why Jin didn’t go with any of the others.

“Sure, but I want to see Yoongi too,” Jin says, a soft smile on his face. “And what better company than you?” 

Ding! The elevator slides open, and a couple steps out as Jin and I get in. 

“That’s so sweet,” I say as I click the four button. “I’m glad to have you as company too.” 

We start going up and get past the second floor. Then, clunk. 

Oh no.

“Um, Jin,” I turn to the man next to me. “I think we’re stuck.” 

“Ah shit, seriously?” He asks, looking for the emergency phone. 

For some reason, I find this situation funny. 

“I guess the universe just doesn’t want us to see Yoongi.” I throw my arms up, making Jin chuckle. 

“Yeah. And our lazy asses didn’t want to walk like four flights of stairs so we took the elevator. Wait until the maknaes find out about this.” 

Jin finds the red phone and holds it up to his ear. 

“Hello? Hi, yes we’re stuck. Mhm. Okay. How long?” 

As he converses I look at the mirrored wall on the back of the elevator. I fix my hair and Jin hangs up the phone. 

“Okay, so they said that it should only be about 10-15 minutes until they can fix it,” Jin says, and I turn back to face him. 

“Okay. That’s not too bad I guess,” I say, sliding down to sit on the floor. I pull out my phone. Damn. Ten percent. 

Jin sits next to me and laughs as I wince at my phone charge.

“Low battery?” He teases, pulling his phone out smugly and shows me. 

Sixty seven percent? Screw him, I think.

“Yeah yeah, whatever,” I grumble, annoyed that now I can’t play Block Blast while we wait. 

“We could always play a game,” Jin suggests. 

“I guess so. Do you have any on your phone?” I ask, shifting to reach for it. But the guy just pockets it and chuckles. 

“Nope. Sorry. I’m not a game type of person,” Jin says, shrugging while I roll my eyes. 

What kind of weirdo doesn’t have a singular game on their phone? 

“Not even those stupid default ones, like Wordscapes or Sudoku?” I whine, desperate to do something. Yeah, I think I might be addicted to technology.

Jin scoffs. 

“You know, not all games are online,” he says, poking my side. I flinch and scoot away from him. 

“Like what?” I ask, suspicious of the look in his eye. 

“How about we play two truths and a lie?” He suggests, making me sigh.

“Fiiine. Only because there’s nothing else to do.” I adjust to now sit cross legged in front of Jin. 

“Okay, I’ll go first.” Jin leans forward. “I have a trust fund, I’m bisexual, and I can open a bag of chips with my toes.”

What the hell are these options? I side eye Jin.

“You seem like the type to be a trust fund baby..” I ponder, making a smile tug at his lips. 

“Go on.” He just smiles as I struggle to decide. 

The bisexual thing came out of nowhere, but opening a bag of chips with one’s toes also is so weird. But, the chip one is oddly specific, making me think it’s the truth. 

“The lie is that you’re bisexual,” I say confidently. I mean, Jin is gay, so the likelihood of him being bisexual is lower than the likelihood of him not having a trust fund. 

Jin smirks, then leans in towards my ear. I wait eagerly to hear that I’m right.

“Incorrect,” he whispers.

He pulls away, leaving me stunned. What was that? He is bi? Oh my god. So he likes girls too, like Hwasa told me. 

“Okay, you got me there,” I say nervously, suddenly aware of how small the elevator is and how hot it is in here, “So tell me the lie.”

Jin just shakes his head, that damn smirk still on his plump lips.

“There is no lie, honey,” he says, relishing in my lack of a response. 

My brain feel like it’s short circuiting. So Jin has a trust fund, makes sense. He’s bi, which is definitely new information. Maybe he’s bluffing about that? I should ask one of the boys about it. Maybe Namjoon? Or even Yoongi? Wait that means-

“You can open a bag of chips with your toes?” I blurt out, flushing as I see Jin laugh. 

“Yes, I can. And don’t look so weirded out,” he chides, making me change my expression. 

Then I realize something.

“You cheated in the game!” I cry out, shoving Jin’s shoulder. “You’re supposed to have a lie! Not all truths!” 

Jin holds up his hands in a surrender motion. “Woah, woah. I just wanted to spice it up a little, honey,” he says. 

I pout childishly. “Yeah, but how am I supposed to beat that? It’s not like-“

Clunk. 

Woah, the elevator started again. That was quicker than I thought, which I’m grateful for because Jin is making me flustered. Not that I would admit that, though.

Jin hops up and holds out a hand to me. I ignore it, making him chuckle. 

“What’s wrong, Y/n?” He asks innocently. 

I cross my arms and ignore him, enjoying the petty game I’m playing. 

Ding! The doors open and I step out. Having memorized where Yoongi’s gallery is, I immediately pivot to the right on the tiled floor. 

“Y/n!” Jin is beside me but I walk faster, ignoring him. “Come on!” 

I hold in my giggles until I reach the sturdy-looking wood door with Min Yoongi on it. 

I hurriedly open and shut the door, right in Jin’s face. This time I do giggle, because I hear a “Hey!” from outside. 

Inside is a spacious room with headphones all around connected to screens with the title of a song. I guess people listen to each song individually with the headphones. 

There’s only one person in here: a girl in the corner, listening to a song titled “Haegeum.” 

“Is there someone out there?" 

I turn my head and there's Yoongi, sitting in a comfortable looking gray chair with a sign that has his name on it behind him. He has a bemused look on his face. 

"Oh! Uh, no. No one important," I say, still holding the door shut. It's quiet outside, making me wonder if Jin gave up. 

"Mhm. Sure." Yoongi's phone starts to ring, and he looks at the caller ID then answers it. "Yes, hyung?" 

Oh shit. 

"You want me to open the door?" He asks, a smirk beginning to form on his face as he looks at me, my back still pressed against the door and hand on the knob. "Okay, no problem." 

He hangs up and walks casually over to me. 

"Hey Y/n," he says, looking me straight in the eye. 

I gulp before responding. "Yes?" 

"Mind moving? What if other people want to come in to see my exhibit?" He crosses his arms as I contemplate my choice. 

If I don't give in, then I risk other people not being able to come see Yoongi's work, which could be harmful. And, I think I've taken this game a little far now. 

"Okay fine," I say, moving away from the door. No sooner do I step to the side, the door swings open and Jin bursts in. 

"Finally! Yah, Y/n, were you really going to continue to keep me out of Yoongi's exhibit?! That's the whole reason why we're here!" He's being really loud, and the girl in the corner quickly exits through the door at the other end of the exhibit. 

"Shh, Jin," I chasten, "We need to be quiet and not dwell on the past. Yoongi here is going to show us his songs, right Yoodles?" 

I grab his arm and lead him to the first set of headphones, Jin sputtering but following us. The song title reads "D-Day." 

"So, tell us about this album of yours Yoodles," I say, now genuinely curious about his new songs. 

Yoongi pauses, trying to find the right words. Jin is silent now, making it a thoughtful quiet in the room. 

"This album, titled D-Day, is all about me showing my personal path to being free of social expectations. Liberation, per se, of those pressures that people put on me." He thinks some more before speaking again. "It's also about my internal struggles too. I tried to really tell my story in this album, and I hope that you and everyone who listens to it can resonate it some way."

Yoongi's cheeks are slightly pink under the dim lighting, and I can tell he doesn't like talking about his work much. 

"Wow. That was so..beautiful," I say, even more excited to start listening to the songs. "I'm going to start listening now!" 

I pick up the headphones and press play. 

~

I finish listening to all the songs and reach the end, where Yoongi's sitting back in his chair. Jin is currently listening to one of my favorites, "AMYGDALA." 

"Yoongi, I don't know what to say," I stop in front of his chair. "That was..amazing. You have such a beautiful way with words."

"Thank you," he says, happiness seeping through his words, "That means a lot. This album was my most personal one yet, and I'm glad you enjoyed listening to it." 

"You know, AMYGDALA and Snooze were my two favorites. The rest were good too, don't get me wrong!" I say, "But those two just stuck out the most to me." 

"Why's that?" Yoongi asks, tilting his head, his expression unreadable. 

I pause. Why was is those two struck something in me? Maybe because of the meanings and stories behind them both. 

"It's okay if you're unsure." Yoongi smiles gently at me as I look down at my Converse on the dark carpet. "Music and art in general can be so hard to describe and one may not understand why a piece may be more meaningful than others. So, if you can't tell me, now or ever, it's okay. I'm just glad my music made you feel something." 

How can such a person exist? He put my thoughts exactly into words, but I still want to try to express my thoughts to Yoongi.  

"No, I want to try," I say, determined to attempt to explain. "AMYGDALA just felt so personal, and I'm grateful to be able to listen to your story in such an emotional and raw way. I could sense your internal struggles too, during that song, and the want to be quote unquote 'saved.'" I fidget as I try to think of a way to describe Snooze. Yoongi nevers breaks eye contact, silently urging me to continue with the calming weight of his stare. So I do.

"Snooze felt more directed towards the listener too. You're telling the listeners that the road to success and happiness may be hard, but don't give up on your dreams. It's okay to have good and bad days, as we are all only human." I'm on a roll now. "Every day, good or bad, you tell the listeners that you are there for them; that you will be a pillar of support for them even if they are struggling. That's what so beautiful about Snooze: the way you assure your listeners that everything will be okay, even if it's not right now."

I stop, and look at Yoongi. He's gazing up at me, looking like an angel under the dim lighting. The ebony color of his hair is highlighted with the light, making it seem as if he's glowing. His eyes are impossibly soft, and his lips are curved up slightly. The almost admirable look on his face makes me nervous, for some reason. 

"What's wrong. Why are you looking at me like that?" I ask, worried that he may think my interpretation is bad. Oh no. What if I misunderstood what he was trying to get across? This is why I don't say my thoughts out loud. 

"No reason," he replies, fully smiling now. I look away, still slightly confused about his weird behavior.

"Okaay, so how much longer is your exhibit?" I ask him as Jin comes over to us, also finished listening to the album. 

"About an hour. Will you guys still be here when I'm done?" Yoongi asks, directing the question mostly to Jin. 

"Ah, probably. The rest of the crew needs to come in here and see your exhibit still, and I don't doubt that they will come at the end because they lost track of time in their current echibits," Jin says, rolling his eyes but with no malice behind it. 

"Speaking of, did you guys have any other exhibits you wanted to visit?" Yoongi asks, resting his hand on his cheek as he looks at us. 

"There was one," JIn says, checking the brochure. "And it closes in half an hour, so I'd better get going. You coming, Yn? Or are you staying here with Yoongi?" 

I look at the empty exhibit and think that this would be a good time to ask Yoongi about what Jin said in the elevator. 

"I'll catch up later," I tell Jin. 

He nods and waves goodbye to Yoongi and I. 

The door shuts and I'm left alone with Yoongi. 

"So, any reason as to why you wanted to stay here with me?" Yoongi asks shifting in his chair. 

My stomach starts to get a weird feeling in it. How do I bring up this? It’s a very sensitive topic and what if Jin was just teasing me in the elevator? I don't want to be wrong or sound rude. 

"Hey." Yoongi's in front of me now, concerned look on his face. When did he get up?

"Hmm?" I ask, looking up at him. 

"Is everything okay?" He asks, eyebrows furrowed with worry. "You seem to have drifted off in your thoughts again." 

Oh gosh, he must think I don't care. 

"Oh sorry! I didn't mean to, I was just thinking-" I start to say, but he interrupts me.

"You don't need to apologize. I noticed that sometimes you have longer thoughts in your head that may need a moment to process. I just wanted to make sure those thoughts weren't bad," Yoongi explains, gently leading me to his chair. 

I try to protest, saying that I don't need to sit, but his look makes me sit. 

The chair is very comfortable, I will admit that.

"Now, what's wrong? Clearly something is on your mind," he says, pulling out a stool that I didn't see earlier.

I guess I’ll just go for it. But I definitely need to explain some context. 

"Jin and I got stuck in the elevator coming to see your exhibit," I start, but pause when Yoongi laughs. "Hey, it's not that funny," I pout. 

"Sure it's not. Continue, please," he says, crossing his legs. 

"We were bored. So, we decided to play the game of two truths and a lie." Oh boy, here we go. "Jin went first. He said that he had a trust fund, could open a bag of chips with his toes, and..." I trail off and swallow. God, why is this so hard? It shouldn't be.

"What did that idiot say?" Yoongi asks. "If he said something inappropriate or weird, you can tell me. Sometimes he says things that he doesn't mean," Yoongi says, making eye contact with me. 

"No, it's not that," I say, "It's just something that was weird. He said that he was bisexual." 

There. It's out in the open now. 

I can feel my heart pounding in my chest as I wait for Yoongi's response. I can tell he's thinking about what to say. 

"So there was no lie?" Is the first thing out of his mouth. 

"I guess not," I whisper, as Yoongi just confirmed that Jin is bi. 

"Does him being bi make you uncomfortable?" Yoongi asks, and I can tell he's analyzing my reaction. How do I explain to him that it makes me the opposite of uncomfortable? That is gives me hope that I shouldn't have about Jin and the rest of them? 

"No, of course not." I say firmly, not wanting Yoongi to think that I'm judging Jin for being bi. 

"Okay, so tell me. How do you feel?" Yoongi gaze is pinned on me, but not in a harsh way. Instead, it's one of curiousity. 

I choose my words carefully. 

"I feel a little surprised. To be honest, I thought that he would only be gay." I hope that came out not in an offensive way. 

"Yeah, that's fair. All of us are obviously gay, but some of us are bi too. And then some of us don't have a specific label on our orientation." Yoongi shrugs, then continues. "Jin-hyung, Jimin, and Hobi are all bi. Namjoon, Tae, and I don't have a specific label. We just like who we like, and don't worry too much about the specifics. As for Jungkook, he's still figuring it out. He knows he's gay, that's obvious enough. But on whether or not he likes women, that remains to be seen for sure." Yoongi stops for a moment, letting the words sink in. 

That helps me have some insight on the boys and their feelings. Hwasa was right, in a way. They all may like girls, some more sure about that than others. The selfish part of me is happy that I could have a chance. 

I nod, and Yoongi continues, seemingly satisfied with my minimal reponse.

"But Jungkook has time. All of us have time, to be honest. There is no timeline to figuring yourself out. I could be 80 and still finding out new things about myself. I hope that clears up some things."

He is so poetic. I love the way that he describes things, and helps me to understand without feeling stupid. My ex would often explain things to me, but I would feel small and stupid after. 

"It does, thank you." I appreciate the insight that Yoongi gave me about him and the rest of the other boys. I know it can be difficult to share that part of yourself, but it's clear that the boys and Yoongi aren't afraid of telling me about themselves. 

As I visit other exhibits by myself, I find my thoughts straying to what Yoongi said about figuring oneself out. I feel old, but in reality I haven't even lived half my life yet. Those six months I wasted on my ex have still impacted me, even after we broke up. Why am I letting him affect me so much? My time with him may have felt long, but I have so many years ahead without him. I need to progress without worrying about him. The journey may be bumpy, but I need to try to figure myself out now, even if it does take time. 

When I meet the boys in the lobby, I feel more more calm with my thoughts, Yoongi's words helping me more than he knows. 

"Everyone ready?" Namjoon asks, as we all nod then head out. We're going out to dinner to celebrate Yoongi's album, and split between two cars, with half of us going with Jin and the other half going with Yoongi. 

I go with Yoongi, along with Jimin and Hobi. 

"I call shotgun!" I cheer as the other two groan, too busy talking to even think about it. I smile at Yoongi as I climb into the passenger seat. 

Jimin and Hobi are distracted by their own conversation, so I take the chance to quietly talk to Yoongi. 

"Hey, I just wanted to say that our conversation this afternoon was really helpful, so thank you" I look at the road, not having the courage to look Yoongi in the eye. 

"I'm glad," he replies, glancing over at me, then focusing back on the road. 

There's a lull. Jimin and Hobi's conversation is still happening, but it's like background noise. I gaze out the window at the sky, painted in fiery hues of orange and red. 

It happens so quick, like a blink. 

One second and Yoongi's hand is on mine. His touch is warm, comforting. I don't look at him and he doesn't look at me, but I can tell in that moment there's a shift. The air seems lighter, the sunset more vibrant. 

I hold his hand tighter.

a/n: i have the next couple chapters planned out, so hopefully i can write them pretty quickly. next week i have my dance recital all week tho, so no writing then. but after i will!!! much love, stay safe and healthy ☺️🫶🏼

[supernoonanyc]

This was so sweet! I love a fluffy little bon bon!

What I Wouldn’t Do

I’m finally beginning my Christmas requests even though there’s barely a week left until the holiday is actually here, oops. 

Request: This is actually combining a request for a night under the stars, with Hoseok confessing to you (from @merrabeth​), along with my Christmas AU request of him pulling you in for a kiss with his scarf from anonymous.

Genre: Pure fluff with a capital F.

“They told me that to make her fall in love, I had to make her laugh. But every time she laughs, I’m the one who falls more in love,”

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[jjksdoll]

𓏴𓏴 ﹒ BF ! JK X FEMALE OC // (smau) ﹒♡﹒

♡ aus. secret relationship au, celebrity au, idol au

♡ in which. global pop sensation Jeon Jungkook is your boyfriend, and the two of you have finally chosen to begin subtly unveiling your relationship through social media.

♡ note. uff this is so cute. please enjoy this. mwah x

[quinnysnursery]

[🐱] cat naps | yoongi agere one-shot

pairing : cg!yoongi x little!gn!reader

summary : cat naps on the couch with cg!yoongi? i think yes.

warning/extra tid-bits : none that i know of !!

word count : 377

divider credit : umm i found all the photos on pinterest :3 and dividers by @strangergraphics

a/n : sorry this is bad :(

The soft thuds of your footsteps patted closer and closer to Yoongi’s place on the couch. The man lowered the volume on his TV, turning around just in time to see you climbing over the back of the couch and immediately burrowing into his side.

Yoongi couldn’t help but let out a low amused laugh, “I thought you were tired.”

You take a few moments before answering your caregiver, whining when he doesn’t immediately wrap his arm around your body, yet letting out a content sigh as soon as he does. 

“I am.” Your bottom lip forms a pout as you rest your head against Yoongi’s torso. The caregiver furrowed his brow for a moment, chewing at his lip for a moment as he considered his question.

Thankfully though, you continued talking. “M’ wanted ‘ou,” You admitted bashfully- silently hoping the black-haired man wasn’t busy with work. 

Yoongi felt a prideful smile blossom on his face, “Me?” He asked despite knowing he’d heard you correctly. You nodded against the soft fabric of his sweatshirt, eyes heavy with sleep.

Yoongi hummed, leaning down slightly and brushing your hair away from your face before pressing a gentle kiss on your forehead. “Alright, me and you then.” The black-haired man smiled, rubbing your shoulder as he pulled you in closer. 

Your eyes were heavy, yet your lips were still turned into a pout. You shifted around in your seat for a few moments before eventually letting out a frustrated whine. 

“Agi? What is it?” The man asked, face laced with concern. “Appa ‘old ‘e…” You whined, letting out the tiniest squeal at how quickly Yoongi scooped you up and set you on his lap; immediately letting you koala yourself on him.

Yoongi grabbed a throw blanket from the side of the couch, carefully unfolding it before throwing it on top of you both. You let out a content hum; nuzzling your face into the crook of your caregiver’s neck and breathing in his cologne.

The deep scents of peppercorn and cinnamon eased any of your lasting troubles, a firm reminder that your caregiver was present. 

“Relax agi, appa’s got you.” Yoongi promised. You let out a soft whine as your eyelids closed, knowing the promise would be kept.

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[leeluvsyoongi]

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coming soon: Tag you're it.

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coming soon: Dishes breaking.

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coming soon: Like the movies

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coming soon: Shooting Star.

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coming soon: Please read this.

[jellyjellyghost]

Can I kiss you?

yoongi x gn!reader

CW: Kissing, fluff, just silly times, Jelly not knowing how to write kissing scenes

WC: 600-ish

Here's a little drabble! It's a little longer than a book definition drabble- but it feels like one to me soooo •𐃷•

also- idk if I'll be expanding on this-

✧˖°.꒷꒦︶꒷🪼꒦︶ ๋⭑꒷꒦‧₊˚⊹

“Hey,” Yoongi calls out to you. You look up when he enters, immediately recognizing him by his sweet voice. “Hi Sugar,” you coo at him looking up from your mathematics study party. The papers sprawled all over your bed, as you attempt to tidy them so that Yoongi may be able to sit down. You pat the bed eagerly after clearing a space and pull him into a deep hug, breathing in his wood, patchouli and amber smell. You tug gently at the baby hairs at the nape of his neck, melting into his embrace as he soothingly rubs shapes onto your back. 

He pulls away from you gingerly, a gummy smile growing on his face. “You’re so pretty,” he breathes out. You slap his arm in a playful manner, “Stop that,” you say, embarrassed. He giggles, and pets your face, “Can I kiss you?” He says shyly. You put your arms around his shoulders, “Yes, you can kiss me.” 

He pulls you into him, leading your lips to his, both of his cool hands grip your face. You become captivated by his brown eyes. Your breath mixes with his, and your noses bump each other. Your lips meet in a sweet and sensual embrace, you pull yourself square against his body, causing you to be practically on top of him. You tighten the hold on his hair, massaging his scalp, causing him to groan out. You use this as an opportunity to swipe your tongue into his mouth, carefully asking for permission. He hums against your lips and puts his tongue in your mouth. Your tongues fight for dominance, swirling and rubbing over another like a dance only you and Yoongi know the moves to. You move his hands from your face onto your hips and he slides his fingers under your shirt. You pull away for a breath and place your hands on his jawline. “Ow!” You playfully wince with a smirk on your face. 

Yoongi’s eyes furrow in worry, “What? Did I do something wrong?” “Oh your jawline is just so sharp I think I might’ve cut myself!” You tease him. He rolls his eyes but still laughs at you. “I’ll have to kiss it better for you then.” 

He grabs your hand, and pulls it to his face gently peppering delicate kisses onto your palm. 

“Hey Y/N~ I thought I’d just- Not again!” Your best friend and roommate Jung Hoseok whines, as he saunters in unannounced, right to you practically sitting on top of Yoongi, and his mouth on your hand. 

You jump away from Yoongi, straightening out your shirt, and quickly shifting through your pile of papers, acting like you were not just kissing your boyfriend in your room (which is not illegal btw). 

You stand up in front of Hoseok, Yoongi frozen on the bed, with his hands still pretending to cup yours. “Hey Hobi, my bro, my bestie-” You pull at your fingers nervously. 

“I didn’t mean to just barge in I just thought-” He rambles off staring at Yoongi, who’s still frozen on the bed. “Yoongi, I can still see you, what do you think I’m a dinosaur or something?” 

He quickly shakes off what he saw with a joke. Yoongi places his hands in his lap, he is screwed. “Just thought I might try it out.” Yoongi says with a nervous chuckle. Hoseok giggles at him but his eyes are dark. 

“AH- Hobi, we were just studying!” You attempt to defuse the awkward situation, “Studying what? Human Anatomy?” Hoseok claps back, your eyes widened. “It’s fine! I’m here now so we can all study together!” Hoseok clasps his hands together.

You grab a few extra pencils for Yoongi and Hoseok, and sit down on your bed, making sure you are an acceptable distance from Yoongi. Hoseok walks over and places himself right in between you and Yoongi. “Let's study now shall we?”

Yoongi gives you a loving look from behind Hoseok, then you all dive into your first equation. 

✧˖°.꒷꒦︶꒷🪼꒦︶ ๋⭑꒷꒦‧₊˚⊹

Chat- this is an old work of mine but I'm proud of it so I thought it deserves the title as my first published work

Please reblog or comment if you like it!!

Have an amazing day! (づ> v <)づ♡

[ya9amicide]

Redamancy [BTS]

chapter three

♡ info ♡ k-pop masterlist ♡ previous chapter ♡ next chapter ♡

a/n: OMFG I'M SO SORRY FOR NOT UPDATING! Life has been like one raging tornado and has not slowed down in forever. My Wattpad was also deleted so I lost writing motivation for a long time too...But, I'm going to attempt to update this story more since I was so excited for it and I know you are too! Thank you to everyone who has left comments, I read them all and I really appreciate it! <3

summary: Hybrids were accepted in society to a certain degree. To some, they are for entertainment. Used as sex and money tools. To lock up and abuse whenever and however they please. Something to have control over. To others, they are companions. Just like regular animals are used for therapy or simply companionship, hybrids are too.

To the rest, they are just like everyone else. Someone with their own life who deserves the same freedoms as your everyday John or Jane Doe. Wren is one of these people. She hates the idea of owning a hybrid. She has nothing against those who own them for medical or companionship reasons. Just the rest.

But, when a ragtag pack of seven mismatched hybrids somehow ends up in the woods behind her home, she takes them in and does the one thing she never thought she would do. Own them. But, she also does something she didn't even think was possible. She fell in love with each and every one of them.

pairing(s): ot7 x ot7, ot7 x oc

warnings: none

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I decided to wake up early the next morning so that I could make breakfast for everyone. When I got downstairs, I noticed that it was still raining outside. Although it wasn’t as bad as last night, it still wasn’t anything that someone should be outside in.

Making breakfast was a challenge. This is the most food I’ve ever had to make at once. Not to mention that I have to make it as quiet as possible so as not to wake the hybrids with sensitive hearing.

About halfway through making breakfast, I heard light footsteps coming down the hall from the stairs. Turning towards the doorway of the kitchen, I see Seokjin peeking in. “Good morning,” I say and smile at him.

“Good morning,” his voice is still soft and quiet like it was last night. He fidgets in the doorway, watching as I move around the kitchen.

“Do you want to help?” I ask him.

He looks up at me, startled. “...Can I?”

“Of course. Do you know how to make pancakes?” He nods his head yes. “Great, then you can help me decide what kind to make. You know everyone’s preference better than I do so you’ll be a big help in making sure everyone eats happily.”

By the time the food was ready, we had made a wide variety of pancakes, eggs, and bacon, and had several bowls of mixed fruits as well. Being hybrids, especially those like the wolf and tiger, they will have big appetites. In general, they all will as grown men so I don’t have any doubt that all of the food will be eaten in no time.

“Seokjin?” I ask and he looks up at me with a hum from where he was helping set the table. “I can finish this if you want to go get everyone up please?” He nods and scampers to get the rest of his pack.

A few minutes later, loud shuffling is heard as all seven of them make their way toward me in the dining room. “Good morni–oof!” In the middle of greeting them, I was interrupted by a bundle of hyper, furry, warmth in the form of Jungkook. He rushed to me as soon as he saw me and wrapped me in his arms in a tight hug.

The others look at him in panic. “Jungkook!” Several of them shouted in worry.

I just laugh, gently patting him on the back, causing him to practically melt in my arms. “Well, good morning to you too, bunny. Did you sleep well?”

He pulls away from me and nods erratically. “Uh-huh! The bed was so warm and cozy. I haven’t slept this well in forever. I almost didn’t want to get up when Jin came to wake us up.” He smiles brightly showing me his adorable bunny teeth and I can hear his foot thumping happily against the floor again.

“Well, I’m glad to hear that.” I think I’m starting to understand the fond looks I’ve caught the others throwing at Jungkook when they think he isn’t looking. “You could have stayed in bed a bit longer if you wanted. Although, I’m not sure breakfast would taste as good warmed up in the microwave as opposed to fresh off the stove.”

His bunny ears perk up on top of his head at the mention of food and he quickly shuffles to the table. Everyone watches him go in silence before we all follow him, moods lifted due to his enthusiasm.

I turn to the others who still seem to be waiting for me to make the first move, despite Jungkook’s gung-ho attitude. “Well go ahead,” I tell them, gesturing to the table. “You don’t have to wait for me, help yourselves.”

Like the previous night, they all shuffled around the table, clumsily finding their seats. They kept the same configuration as before; the predators surrounding the prey and effectively cutting me off. I don’t mind though if that’s what it takes to keep them comfortable here.

With the risk of irritating them, I spoke up. “So I figured we should set some ground rules, you know, besides the few from last night.” They all shuffled nervously, slowing their eating. Namjoon and Yoongi particularly seemed bothered by this sentence as their eyes narrowed slightly at me in response.

Sensing their worry I work quickly to console them. “It’s nothing bad, I promise!” I wave my hands frantically.

Jimin peers at me curiously through his bangs. “What are the rules?” His voice was timid but it didn’t shake as he used it.

“Well, you guys are welcome to stay as long as you need to,” I say, smoothing the napkin down in my lap. “You can pretty much do whatever you’d like. The estate is big so there’s a lot to explore. I just ask that you be careful. This was my family’s home so lots of stuff in here has sentimental meaning.”

“I also ask that you maybe help around the house every so often…” I trail off as they all turn nervous and upset. “I’m not asking you to pick up a bunch of chores or anything like that! Maybe just help me keep tidy by cleaning up any messes you make. And Seokjin, I could tell you liked helping me with breakfast this morning.” The ferret hybrid turns slightly rosy with the attention now on him. “I would love your help every so often,” I say softly, chuckling under my breath. “Lord knows I’m not the best cook.”

They start to relax slightly but some tension remains, keeping the muscles in their bodies taught and hair on end.

They finished the rest of their breakfast in a slightly uncomfortable silence, the only sound heard was gentle chewing and the gentle scrape of forks against plates.

When morning pleasantries were done, they all stayed in their awkward huddle like the night before, waiting for me to give them instructions or dismiss them.

Jungkook shuffled in place and I could tell he wanted to say something. “What is it, Jungkook?” I asked, urging him to say what was on his mind.

“Umm…do you have any video games?” He asks shyly, bunny ears twitching nervously atop his head. The others look between the two of us timidly, as if waiting for me to snap at him for asking the question.

I chuckle softly, eyes lighting up. I’ve been waiting for someone who was enough of a challenge when it comes to gaming. “Of course I do!” I exclaim, ushering him to the spacious living room where my console sits. 

I’m learning very quickly that Jungkook is very animated in the way that his body seems to speak for him most of the time. His nose twitches in excitement as he bounds towards the large sofa, picking up a controller.

Jin slowly makes his way to the couch, taking up the space next to Jungkook. The other hybrids exchange a glance, trying to decide which predator will stay with their more docile counterparts. Taehyung squeezes his way between the two on the couch, making it clear to me that they are under his watch at the moment.

Not saying anything, I plop down in the recliner a few feet away and turn my attention to the remaining hybrids. “You’re more than welcome to stay and play with us. If not, there’s plenty else to do. There’s a small library, a home theater, an art studio, and of course your bedrooms and any other rooms you can find something to do as well.” As I list off things they can do, I notice some of their eyes light up about certain rooms.

Namjoon’s face seemed to brighten when I mentioned the library and Taehyung’s ears twitched slightly at the mention of the art room. Something to keep in mind later when he’s done staking claim over his pack mates.

With no further instructions needed, the rest of the hybrids dispersed, venturing to various places across the house while I settled in to play video games with the few that remained.

[marblemoonstones]

hello, welcome to marble moonstones, a sfw bts fanfic blog! 💗

em 🫧 she/her 💐 eighteen 🌸

very busy, only post when i can :(

intro. post

full master list below 💌

⊹ ࣪ ˖ series ⊹ ࣪ ˖

~ ot7 x reader ~

catharsis masterlist

summary: after a chance encounter with a handsome stranger, you find yourself living with him and his six boyfriends. all of whom are the most kindhearted men you’ve ever met. who will fall first? you or them? collegestudentreader!au

bangtan boys x taylor swift eras masterlist

summary: starting a new series where i’m writing each of the boys as taylor swift eras! i’m choosing a song from each album and then writing a story with a specific trope about one of the boys. since there are ten eras and only seven members, three of the stories will be ot7. 💗

⊹ ࣪ ˖ drabbles⊹ ࣪ ˖

~ ot7 x reader ~

stiletto

summary: bangtan may think they’re the mafia kings, but little do they know you are the rising queen. mafia!au wc: ~2.3k

vii

summary: seven men and how you came to date them. fluff !! wc: ~1.8k

~ kim namjoon ~ 

~ kim seokjin ~

snow flower

summary: moments of a perfect christmas with jin. fluff!! wc: ~2.5k

~ min yoongi ~

~ jung hoseok ~

~ park jimin ~

lucky

summary: a cute date involving your boyfriend, the barbie movie, and one strawberry shortcake milkshake. fluff!! boyfriend!parkjimin wc: ~2.2k

~ kim taehyung ~

gone astray

summary: you and taehyung are scared, but at least you’re together. lovewinsall!au angst!! wc: ~3.1k

~ jeon jungkook ~

cravings

summary: you and jungkook are just best friends, but that doesn’t stop you from yearning for more. fluff! wc: ~4.2k

[jjksdoll]

ANCHOR | jjk

in which. you’re pregnant and battling relentless sickness through the night, but your husband won’t leave your side.

pairing. husband!jk x female!reader

aus. non idol au, established relationship au

words. 882

warnings. gagging, retching, sickness

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it’s been seven months.

seven full months, and god, despite the deep, almost primal longing you’ve always had to be a mother, you’re starting to question your life choices.

this is hell.

you don’t remember the last time you slept more than six hours. or the last time you comfortably laid on your stomach. ate something without feeling sick. walked without having to pause and catch your breath.

pregnancy isn’t for the weak.

and tonight is just another brutal reminder of that.

it’s 2am, and you’re on your knees, hunched over the toilet, clinging to its edge for dear life for the third time tonight.

you hate this version of yourself. the weak, exhausted, helpless version. the one who can’t stop what’s happening. can’t control it. can’t fight it.

all you can do is cope.

but at least you don’t have to cope alone.

your face burns with heat as your stomach turns violently again, forcing out another wave of nausea. you retch, liquid and bile pouring into the toilet, eyes stinging with tears from the sheer force of it.

you groan, breathless between the gags.

you’re so, so tired.

then, a knock at the bathroom door.

again.

“baby? you okay?”

and just like that, again, his voice is the only thing grounding you.

you thank god for giving you a man like him.

the door creaks open after barely two seconds of silence. jungkook finds you there, exactly like before - collapsed on your knees, your face inches from the toilet seat, shoulders trembling, breath ragged.

he doesn’t hesitate.

within seconds, he’s beside you, sweeping your tangled hair into one hand, the other gently rubbing circles on your back.

you exhale in shaky relief, until the next wave hits. and you throw up again.

a small part of you hates that he’s seeing you like this. so broken. so unwell. so far from the version of yourself you want him to see.

but then you remember everything.

how he’s never left your side, not once. not during the glowing moments. not during the ugliest ones. he’s never doubted you. never judged you. he’s never let you feel alone.

and god, you’re so lucky.

so, so lucky.

your throat feels like it’s on fire. the pressure, the acid - it burns, making your eyes water all over again.

“shhh, it’s okay, mama. it’s okay.”

his voice is quiet. steady. soft in a way that almost makes you cry.

he keeps rubbing your back, slow and gentle, up and down, kneeling beside you, almost behind you, whispering comforting words by your ear.

finally, the gagging slows.

you can breathe again.

you let out a shaky sigh and close your eyes, leaning your cheek against the cold surface of the toilet lid.

jungkook strokes your hair. tells you that you’re okay. that you’re amazing. that you’ll get through this.

“you’re okay, baby. you’re okay.”

he brings his hand to your cheek, brushing his thumb softly across your flushed skin. you open your eyes slowly, brows furrowed in fatigue.

“i’m sorry,” you whisper, sinking into the warmth of his touch. you hate that he keeps waking up every time you get sick. hate that he has to see you like this. even though it’s out of your control.

but it’s jungkook you’re talking about.

“nonsense,” he murmurs, thumb still stroking your cheek. “if i could take your pain and carry it myself, i would. every last bit of it. it kills me not being able to make it stop.”

and somehow, just like that, the pain dulls.

because oh, how you love that man.

“let’s get you back to bed, hm?” he says softly, noticing how your body’s starting to sway with exhaustion.

you hum quietly in agreement, feeling his strong arms secure around your waist as he lifts you gently. once you’re both standing, he brings you close, pressing a kiss to your forehead and guiding you slowly toward your shared bed.

he helps you sit down carefully, kneeling in front of you, cupping both sides of your face with his big palms. “stay right here, yeah? i’ll get you some water.”

you nod wordlessly.

as he moves, your tired eyes follow him, catching a glimpse of his face in the soft lamplight. the dark circles. the swelling beneath his eyes.

it makes your heart break a little.

you barely manage a breath before he’s already back, holding a cup of water and a pill. he places the glass on the nightstand, gently takes your hand, and gives you the pill, lowering himself to eye level again.

his gaze doesn’t leave you. not for a second.

you swallow the pill. take a sip. exhale.

“you okay?” he asks, his tired, loving eyes locked with yours.

you nod again, lifting your hand to run your fingers through his hair. it’s soft. familiar.

he stops you only to bring your hand to his lips and kiss it.

and once more, you’re reminded just how blessed you are.

jungkook stays by your side that night, never leaving your warmth and curling up behind you. his arm remains wrapped securely around your body. fingers tangled gently in your hair. his breathing slow. steady.

a quiet promise that you’ll never have to go through this alone.

not even for a second.

[quinnysnursery]

[🐹] little!seokjin moodboard

regresses to deal with stress but also occasionally for fun ,, flip ,, enjoys fish/marine themed gear ,, and nintendo/mario ,, king of using a pouty lip to get what he wants ,, etc etc...🪄

pics from pinterest !!

[sunnysagereblog]

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[btbigelow]

The woman mononymously known as the Duchess is a reclusive, mysterious agoraphobe who rarely leaves her estate - though that might have to do with the fact that she may or may not be the physical avatar of the mansion, who is constantly hungering for guests. Some of them survive the festivities, but the rest are buried in the garden. After all, people won't go to parties that no one comes back from. I'm gonna be selling physical copies of this on my Etsy and also at Megacon!

[yeonooky]

bookmark! ౨ৎ

pairing: cha eunwoo x reader

word count: 733

rating: 17+

genre/warnings: fluff fluff fluff fluff fluff

plot: you work at a quiet library where business is slow, so it’s easy to remember most of the regulars. eunwoo is one of them. he comes in often, always wearing a face mask, glasses, and a hat—his little disguise. every day, without fail, he uses just his eyes and hands to communicate with you. it’s always the same routine, but you’ve grown curious about what he really sounds and looks like underneath it all. you get the sense it’d take a lot to get him to drop the act, but there's something about his constant attention that keeps you intrigued. ⋆˚꩜｡

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。..・。.・゜✭・.・✫

(intro) part 1 𖹭.

ever since you were younger, you’ve always found comfort in books and literature. you loved sharing your favorites with others- so when a job opening to your favorite bookstore popped up on your feed, you instantly applied.

there was no job you could think of that suited you better. you’d worked various jobs before, but this one had a different feeling.

on your first day, you were so excited that you greeted every customer with a smile and an introduction. you knew you were going to be working there for a while, so you made the best of every moment.

weeks go by, and you’ve been able to match a name to nearly every face that walked into the store. this bookstore was called a “hidden gem” by many, meaning you didn’t always get a ton of new faces…that was until your birthday came along.

since the shop didn’t get a ton of customers and the space wasn’t huge, you worked alone most of the time. you spent most of your shift reading and reorganizing, so you had no problem working on your birthday.

it was a friday night, you’d only gotten 3 customers in the past two hours. you were 96 pages deep into your book; you were motivated to finish it.

it was 20 minutes before closing, so you put your bookmark in the page and got up from the reading chair to begin closing tasks. you place your book next to the register and grab your water bottle.

you take two sips- the door chimes.

you turn to look at the door and see a tall man dressed in a long black coat, a mask covering his face, silver circle frame glasses, and a black knitted hat.

“welcome in!” you say, water bottle still in hand.

he nods his head and walks over to the manga shelves. as he walks by, you smell a sweet strawberry scent. for some reason, you can’t take your eyes off him.

you place your water bottle down near the register and walk toward him. you keep a smile on your face as you glance up at him.

“do you need help finding anything? i have some new releases in the back if you’re looking for something specific!” you raise your eyebrows.

you were curious what his voice sounded like, he’d been silent since he first entered. you wait for a response.

he glances over at the shelf, and back to you. he nods his head, signaling ‘no’.

“okay!” you say as you turn back to head toward the register. you look back once more. “just let me know if you need anything.”

you take a few steps back to the register and begin wiping the area down. you were slightly irritated that someone came so close to closing time, but you notice yourself looking at him repeatedly.

he pulls out three books from the shelf. he looks over at you, catching you completely off guard. you were already staring him down. you quickly look away and continue wiping the counter. while still avoiding eye contact, you hear his footsteps getting closer, so you frantically move your water bottle from the counter. you keep your head down.

“did you find everything you needed?” you say, looking everywhere but at him.

a few seconds go by, no answer. you glance up at him, and he’s holding a thumbs up. you let out a short laugh, not realizing that was his reply.

“sorry, didn’t realize you answered.” you say while still grinning.

you look up at his eyes, and they’re crinkled on the sides while squinting. is he smiling under the mask?

you take the books from his hands and begin scanning them. after you finish, you reach your hand under the counter to grab a plastic bag. he reaches over and grabs your free hand. you flinch, not expecting to make contact.

he quickly takes his hand off of yours, realizing he may have scared you. he holds eye contact.

he backs up and uses both his hands to make an X.

“are you sure? it’s supposed to rain soon, your books might get wet.”

he nods his head and pulls the books back toward him. before his receipt finishes printing, he bows his head down and speed-walks to the door. you watch in silence, the soft jingle of the door chimes; the only sound as he disappears.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。..・。.・゜✭・.・✫

thank you to everyone who took the time to read this chapter! i'm hoping to turn this into a multi-part story SLIGHLTY based off his character in true beauty.

[sweetlittlenamjoon]

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♡~ cg!jimin for @angelcakez ~ ♡

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i hate to break it to you but if jimin was your cg you'd be playing princess magic power fairies together all the time. yes he can block your magic with his glowing purple eye powers. its not his fault your no veggies spell didnt work.

[minnielvrr]

Day 1: Harvest

Lee: Taehyung Ler: Jimin Word Count: 924

A/N: Yayyy my first BTS fic!!😋 Hope you enjoy~🥰🤗💖

Tags: @itzsana-kiddingmenow, @lajanaa, @bbybumblelee, @hearted-anon, @lunalattae,

@reginald-stay09, @jungwon-is-the-one

The three maknaes sat around the small table, sipping on a herbal tea that Jimin had bought.

They had decided to spend their last Autumn before the military together at a cottage in the countryside.

It had been Taehyung’s idea and he’d rented a place with a small apple orchard in the back too.

After hours of laying around, playing board games and snacking, Tae and Jimin decide to go pick some apples with the promise that Kookie would bake some treats with them.

They left Jungkook to focus on a sketch he’d started on, grabbing woven baskets and heading out.

It was a 5-minute trip and the two men were amazed sight that greeted them.

The orchard was peaceful, the fading light of the sunset casting a warm glow over the rows of apple trees.

As they surveyed the place, the duo figured things would be much more fun if the stakes were upped a notch and decided to make a game of it.

“Whoever picks more of the best apples here wins!” Taehyung announced with a flourish, and Jimin giggled at him.

“What do I win?” He asked, playfully provoking his best friend. Tae levelled him with a challenging look. “The right to tickle the other person for 5 minutes.”

The older’s eyes widened, a light blush dusting his cheeks. He noticed that despite his bold words, Tae was in a similar state.

“Alright, you’re on,” Jimin grinned, already planning his ‘punishment’. Tae was gonna lose this little game of his, one way or another.

The two had been laughing and competing for the last few minutes, their baskets slowly filling up.

But as Tae darted ahead, reaching for a particularly shiny apple, Jimin pounced. “Not so fast!” Jimin laughed, tugging Tae back by the arm.

The younger stumbled and Jimin’s fingers grazed his waist accidentally. That’s when he felt it—Taehyung’s immediate, helpless flinch.

“Oh?” Jimin’s eyes twinkled with newfound mischief. “Ticklish, huh?” Before Tae could defend himself, Jimin’s fingers danced across his waist, sending him into a fit of laughter.

“Ahahahaha nooo! Jihihimin!!” Tae’s voice was frantic, his legs kicking out helplessly as Jimin found the perfect spot.

“Youhuhuhu’re cheheheating!!” But Jimin’s grin only widened, his hands not letting up. “Loser’s gotta pay the price,” he teased.

“Ihihi dihidn’t lohohose yehet!!” Tae protested through sweet giggles, knees buckling. The two ended up on the leaf covered ground, Jimin’s hands never once letting up.

After a brief struggle, he managed to straddle the other, allowing his hands to roam free over his belly and sides.

Tae was sensitive everywhere. It didn’t matter if Jimin’s hands were scribbling his hips or digging into the crevices of his ribs, any and all actions seemed to garner giggles and cackles.

“ohoho myhy gahaHAHAHAD!! nonoNO nohohohot thehehehere!!” Jimin’s fingers had touched a certain spot on Tae’s waist that had the younger’s legs kicking out involuntarily.

Jimin paused for a moment, then pressed his fingers here and there until he found the point that earned him the same reaction.

Tae watched him with wide eyes, laughter spiking in pitch as an evil yet beautiful smile blooms on his friend’s face.

“Did I find good spot Taehyung-ah?” He cooed, one hand now fixing onto the spot while his free hand kept Tae still.

Ticklish sparks lit across his skin as Jimin kept up the attack, leaving him a squirming, blushing mess on the floor. “Ahahahahaha plehehease! Jihihimin! Jihihimihin-ahaha nohoho!!”

Taehyung’s heart raced, torn between laughter and helplessness as Jimin’s fingers grazed over his most ticklish spot.

A mix of embarrassment and joy flushed his cheeks, and he could hardly breathe between his giggles.

As Jimin watched Tae laugh his head off, an idea popped up. He stopped, reaching over to pick up a dry leaf  and shook it free of dirt.

“Think this could tickle you too, my cute ticklish baby?” He mused, pretending to swipe the leaf over Tae’s bare belly , that had been exposed from all his struggling.

“No! Nohoho ihihit’ll tihihickle mehehe!!” Tae pleaded, bright giggles bubbling up despite Jimin not having done anything.

“Really? Let’s test that out shall we?” The older didn’t waste any time, twirling the tool in the air then dipping it straight into Tae’s navel and drilling in.

The leaf was soft, folding immediately, but the edges still poked and dragged on Taehyung’s skin in a way that felt unbearable to the lee.

His back arched and he threw his head back as deep, belly laughs rang through the orchard.

It was beautiful. The sunset, sweet smelling apples and now Tae’s happy laughter and pretty, heart-shaped smile.

“tihihihickles!! IHIT TIHIHCKLES JIHIHIMIN-AHAHAHA PLEHEHEHEASE!!”

Jimin kept this up for minutes, moving the leaf around; from Tae’s belly to his sides to his neck and ears, stopping only when Tae’s laughter grew breathless and his squirming became weaker.

“Do you think Kookie could hear you?” The older teased as he helped Tae up onto wobbly feet, brushing away the twigs and leaves stuck to his clothes and hair.

By the time they made it back, both were covered in dirt and laughter, the playful tension still lingering between them.

But as Tae realized the game’s true outcome, a mischievous glint sparked in his eyes.

“I think I won after all,” he whispered, lunging at Jimin just as Jungkook grinned from his spot near the oven.

Their laughter filled the room as the second round unfolded.

It was nice spending time together. They couldn’t wait to bring their hyungs here next year.

please lemme know if there are any typos or mistakes🤗💖

[quinnysnursery]

[🐿] cg!j-hope headcannons !

paring : caregiver!hoseok x little!reader

divider credit : photos are from pinterest, stars are from @saradika-graphics

a/n : HOBI !!

☀️ tbh i don't think he set out to be a caregiver,

🌈 but he is NOT complaining once you tell him about your regression

✨ very protective of your regression,

🐿️ like he makes sure it stays TOP secret between you and him unless he's given your permission

☀️ HEAVILY judges those who make fun of age regression

🌈 semi laid back when it comes to rules

✨ though it does break his heart everytime he has to see your sad eyes during a time-out/gentle scolding

🐿️ cg-ing is actually so therapeutic for him, he constantly has to worry about himself and his career, even with the help of his staff it gets stressful-so it's nice to just focus on you for a change.

☀️ always making up little songs to help motivate you through chores

🌈 washing dishes? there's a song for that. putting away toys? TRUST there is a song for that.

✨ bless his heart, he can never tell what you're drawing

🐿️ "that's a very nice giraffe!" "...'s a doggie :c"

☀️ constantly on call with you when he's traveling for work

🌈 "and you brushed your teeth?" "mhm!" "and put away your toys?" "mhm!" "even the crayons?" "..."

✨ favorite nicknames for his little are probably : baby, tiny, some obscure 3rd nickname based off of one of your interests

🐿️ j-hope gets a 10/10 on the quinnysnursery cg scale

friendly reminder that stealing isn't cute, credit me if you take inspiration from my works 😊🪄