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jungkook playing the guitar at night with hobi

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Bang PD *calling a meeting with BTS*: Alright, listen up you little shits. 

Bang PD: Not you Jimin, you’re amazing and we’re thrilled to have you here.♥♥♥

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wise words from yoongi :(

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it’s always been jhope

Emma x J-Hope || jhs

Emma turns to one of the most trusted friends in their little circle for advice. How can she be honest about her feelings without hurting anyone?

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pairing: hoseok x Emma (oc)

 word count: 775

 genre: fluff, slight angst

m. list | Emma’s bio

Emma stared at the fortress-like door. There was still time to turn around. The thought had crossed her mind multiple times, but her mind went on autopilot. Despite the anxiety, she still ended up outside Yoongi’s studio.

It took a few moments, but she knocked before a staff member could mistake her for a starstruck fan gaping at the outside of the rapper’s door.

“Come in!”

Emma could barely hear his voice behind the thick glass. His studio was supposed to be soundproof. And the “Go Away” Grumpy cat doormat didn’t make it any more inviting. He never told anyone to come in, besides Monte of course. That’s probably who he was expecting.

“Yoongi, it’s Emma.” The phrase “talking to a wall” was literal in this sense. He probably couldn’t hear her soft-spoken voice.

When no response came, she knocked again.

A few moments later, Yoongi appeared in the doorframe. “Oh, hi, Emma.” His voice gave away the surprise. He’d definitely not been expecting her. She couldn’t blame him for the shock—the two barely spent any time together without either Monte or J-Hope with them.

“Can I come in?” From her, it seemed more like a plea, with the inherent puppy dog eyes that she could never wipe off her face. No wonder Monte always said she looked so childish and innocent.

Yoongi stepped aside to let her in. He was in full work mode—music strewn everywhere, sound board on, music software pulled up on his computer. It was all so unfamiliar to her. Unlike Rose and Monte, she didn’t have any experience with instruments or making music.

“I actually came to talk to you about something.”

Yoongi sat at his desk, clicking on his computer once more. “Yeah?”

She stepped further into the studio. “I haven’t told anyone, but it’s been on my mind constantly..”

Yoongi nodded.

His divided attention was beginning to get annoying. “And as a good friend, I thought you might be able to help.”

“Mmhmm.” He hummed, still not even glancing in her direction.

Here she was, trying to have a serious discussion, and he was so engrossed into his work. How did Monte put up with this? With a huff, she crossed her arms and stomped her foot like a five-year-old. “Yoongi, I think I love Hoseok.”

The mention of his best friend’s name got his attention. “So, you’re admitting it now?” He smirked.

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Nevermind. Have you told Jimin?”

She raised the back of her hand to her forehead. “No, that’s my dilemma!” She stepped over to his couch and plopped down on it. “Jimin is truly nice. He would make a great boyfriend..”

“But..?”

“But, obvious reasons. If I tell Jimin, it will break him.”

He chuckled. “I think you’ve rated yourself a little too high on the catastrophe scale.”

“What do you mean?”

“If the reasons are that obvious, which they are, Jimin will understand. I mean, within time. Sure, it’ll suck, and he’ll probably wallow in misery for a few weeks. But he’ll get through it. We always do.”

She bit her lip in contemplation. “So, you don’t think it’ll destroy their friendship?”

“I think it’ll destroy their friendship more knowing that this whole you’ve been in love with Hoseok, but were too afraid to admit your feelings because you thought Jimin wouldn’t be strong enough to handle the truth.”

She almost stopped listening after he mentioned how she’d been in love with Hoseok. Her intentions never were to come in here blasting the “L” word all over the place, but hearing it, saying it had been a relief. Like a weight lifted. And the next steps to take seemed clearer.

“I have to tell Jimin.” Emma resolved to Yoongi, but more to herself.

“I think you’re doing the right thing.”

Emma stood to leave Yoongi back to his work. “Thanks for the advice. The word around is you give wise, like, grandpa advice, was it?” She teased her best friend’s boyfriend.

“Leave.” He pointed to the door, unamused.

Emma chuckled, stopping at the door when she remembered her last question. “Oh, what did you mean ‘I’m finally admitting it’?”

“I think you’d have to be deaf or blind to not see how you are towards Hoseok.”

She shook her head, unsure of what he meant.

“Think, Emma. At the party, you were looking for J-Hope. Bringing everyone sandwiches, you made sure that you brought J-Hope’s his first. Whenever something significant happened, happy, sad, the anniversary of your mom’s passing, who did you call?”

She never realized it before. “I guess it’s always been J-Hope.”

“Appears so.” Yoongi smiled.

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feelings -- J-Hope x Emma

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Emma trailed behind Monte as the proud girl flung the doors open to Big Hit Studios. The foyer was bright and the epitome of professionalism—tile floors that looked polished and shined that morning, not a dust bunny in any corner, and a large desk that looked fresh from IKEA decorated the entire entryway. Behind it sat an unsuspecting, tiny Asian girl dressed in a pencil skirt and loose blouse.

“Good afternoon, Yuri!” Monte shouted, echoing off every wall in the foyer. The girl shook and dropped the pen that she had been writing with. Even Emma jumped at the reverb. Monte continued her stroll, seemingly unphased.

“How are you today? I’m stupendous.” Monte rolled without missing a beat. And without letting Yuri get a word in. “Emma and myself were just stopping by to drop off sandwiches to the boys. I mean, no offense to Big Hit, but they are always waayy too excited for food. So, we thought, we might as well give them the full American experience with none other than peanut butter and jelly sandwiches.”

Did Yuri understand a word Monte was saying, Emma wasn’t sure.

“I’m not sure they’ve ever had this exact entrée before. At least, not by two of the best PB&J artists in the United States. I think it’ll blow them away. What do you think, Emma?”

Monte hadn’t given her a script for this scene.

“Yes?” She responded more as a question.

“Perfect! Thanks for your understanding, Yuri. We’ll be out in no time! And also, if you could not tell Bang PD or Sejin about this, that’d be awesome. Thanks!” Monte pulled Emma past the security guards before she finished the last sentence.

When they made into the other room, Monte plopped the cardboard box filled with paper bags down on the couch in the waiting room.

“The security guards let us right past them.” It seemed to easy to Emma.

“Oh,” Monte snickered. “We are well acquainted, trust me. I think Yoongi would kill them if they laid a finger on me again. Anyways, we have a lot of ground to cover. Yoongi, of course, will be in his studio, so I’ll take that one.”

“I can take J-Hope’s. I’m pretty sure I know where the dance studio is.”

“Perfect! I don’t want you to get lost, so let’s just meet back here after that and we’ll figure out where to go from there.”

Emma nodded, grabbing a bag from the box and heading out into the hallway. The first time she had been here, the large building seemed like a maze. Given, she had only visited two other times since, but somehow the directions to the studio were committed to memory. Maybe because Monte and J-Hope had made it into an annoying song when they were trying to teach Emma the layout.

God, J-Hope and Monte were absolutely insane together. How did Yoongi deal with them alone before Emma came on as their fourth wheel? Emma refused to call it double dating, especially now that she had been on a few dates with Jimin. The only reason J-Hope and Emma were as close as they were was because they were always helping Monte and Yoongi sort through their issues. It came with being their best friends.

Emma slid through the dance studio door as she pushed it open. J-Hope sat on the wood floor, legs sprawled out in front of him as he leaned against the mirror-filled wall.

“Hey, good time. I finished practice.” He spoke clearly. He obviously had been practicing his English since she first met him months ago.

“Monte and I made sandwiches for everyone, so I thought I’d bring you yours.” She held the bag out to him as he pulled himself up and came over to her.

“That’s sweet. Thank you.” He tossed the bag onto the ground where he was previously sitting.

The boys did usually eat like they were starving, but J-Hope’s body alone was built and toned, muscles twitched down his arms with every move. It wasn’t a surprise—he danced several hours throughout the day, Emma knew that. The sweat that coated his forehead was proof enough of his work ethic.

Emma turned towards the door, her mission complete.

“You’re leaving?” The pout on his face made him look like a hurt puppy.

“I have other sandwiches to deliver, you know.” She chuckled.

“Dance one song with me.” He walked over to where his phone was plugged into the speaker.

“J-Hope, I don’t dance. I’d look stupid next to you.” There was no way. Nope. This is where she put her foot down. No matter how comfortable she got with J-Hope, there was no way she was dancing next to a professional, even if he was one of her best friends.

“Take off your shoes.” He hit play, quieting her protests.

“Why?” She shook her head laughing, kicking her tennis shoes off.

He copied her, kicking off his shoes near hers. “You need to..” He flung his arms in the air, modeling what she needed to do.

She laughed. “Let loose?”

“Let loose!” He mimicked her English words, tugging her hands towards him and swinging them to loosen up her arms.

“You’re crazy.” She followed nonetheless, letting him pull her towards the middle of the room.

Dropping her hands, he spun in circles around her, socks allowing him to glide across the floor. “You don’t have to dance.”  He ran halfway across the room, jumping to slide the rest of the way to the wall.

Emma laughed as he nearly rammed into the wall. “You want to slide across the floor?”

“Slide! Yeah!” His eyes lit up at the new word.

He was too excited for her to say no and crush his dreams, so she ran to join him against the wall. They got in position to sprint and slide across the room as the beat dropped.

Right on the beat, J-Hope dashed to the center of the room, hopping onto both feet to glide the rest of the way.

In between laughs, Emma followed him, trying to gain speed before she skidded across the dance floor. The two bust out in more laughter as she collided against him.

He led the way for most of the song. Every once in awhile, she’d dash off in front of him, getting a head start. They even got fancy and began to slide in circles around each other.

Emma couldn’t remember the last time she laughed until she couldn’t breath. Could too much laughing give one abs? If so, she would definitely have some by the time she was done hanging out with J-Hope. He had to have a full six-pack already by how much he laughed, and danced. Probably both.

J-Hope grabbed one of her hands, pulling her along to catch her up to his speed as the song was coming to an end. As they hopped into their last coasting across the dance floor, J-Hope slipped on his own feet and fell with a thud, their hands broke apart.

Emma held in the laughter until she noticed he was laughing at his own mistake. Shaking her head, she held her hand out to help him up. “I thought you were the professional dancer! How did you fall before me?”

“I’m not perfect!” He smiled up at her before taking her hand.

When he stood up, she didn’t realize how close they’d be. How she could see every detail of his eyes. His bright smile. The sharpness of his nose and jawline. It wasn’t a question, he was perfect.

He squeezed her hand as they stood facing each other, smiles turning into gazes. Her heart beat out of her chest, and she worried the moment would be gone with her next breath. So she held it in.

How could anyone ever say that he was ugly? Yeah, she’d read those comments on their social media posts. They were blind, or had an awful taste in men. His duality was the most astonishing. A second ago, they were like children sliding across the dance floor. Now, her stomach was flipping under his stare, and there was a warmth growing in her body that she had never felt before.

Should she be feeling this way on her dates with Jimin?

He pulled his bottom lip in, chewing on it.

Emma entertained the thoughts of what if. What if she leaned in, went for it? Whatever it was. Would they kiss? Would he pull her in, bringing her body flush up against his? Could she push the sweat-drenched hair out of his eyes and run her fingers down his jaw bone, down his chest, down—

“Hey!”

She sprung away from J-Hope like he was on fire and she was the gasoline.

“Hey, Jimin.” J-Hope nodded towards the boy sauntering through the studio door.

She smiled the best she could, greeting Jimin.

“What are you doing here, Emma?” Jimin asked, throwing an arm around her to give her a side hug.

“She was just dropping off a sandwich for you.” J-Hope gestured towards the paper bag.

“Awwww, thank you so much!” A smile spread across his face as he squeezed his arm around her tighter.

Jimin and her were nothing serious, but the few dates they had gone on were enjoyable. He seemed to really like her, constantly feeding her compliments and asking her what she thought of different things. Compared to him, she had been majorly slacking in that department. He hadn’t even crossed her mind when she thought of whose sandwich to deliver.

With Jimin’s back turned to grab the sandwich, Emma’s eyes met J-Hope’s one last time. For the first time since they met, he looked sad, his mouth turned down in a frown.

“I should probably go grab another sandwich for you.” She headed over to the mirror to grab her shoes. It broke her heart to see J-Hope with that look.

“Yeah.. whenever.”

One of them said, but she barely caught it as she rushed out the door. Leaning against the wall outside the studio, she tucked her shoes back on. Monte’s words from a few nights ago rang in her head. How so many girls would die to be in my position, going on casual dates with Park Jimin. It was their dream.

She didn’t deserve him. He deserved one of those girls. One of the ones who dreamed about him. Not the one who ogled over his roommate. God, she really was becoming an awful person.

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nhk songs: black swan

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200713 :: your eyes tell

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sleepy cuddles

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twt: JHSGENRE

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Yoongi + bandanas/headbands

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Hoseok wearing chains/chokers

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“seok-seok” 😭💓

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Headcanon: Yoongi as your boyfriend (FLUFF)

Note: As said in my previous post, this is a sample of what I want to do with my headcanons! I want them to be completely request based so if you have a question about BTS that you want to be a headcanon please submit one! (anon submissions are allowed too!)

ok SO

we all know yoongi seems quiet and reserved

except when he has his hyped moments (which i LIVE FOR)

so we’d all assume he probs wouldn’t be into PDA or be clingy right???

i think this is probs true when he’s in public

but like

when yall are at home or chilling alone

he couldnt be more clingy if he tried

the only time he isn’t is when he’s alone in the studio or rehearsing

but other than that he would comPLETELY be all about you

he would NOT STOP TALKING ABOUT YOU to the boys

“hey i read a book the other day” “you KNOW WHO READS BOOKS??? MY GF Y/N”

hes so comfortable around the boys he would just bring you up all the time to them, n annoy the shit out of them with it, but they’d be happy he’s happy

tbf tho i feel like with anyone else (if u were in a public relationship) he’d probs not speak much about you, like say in interviews

he likes to keep as much about you as private as possible bc he cherises you so so so so much

he would just probs give a knowing smile if someone asks and say you guys are doing well and he doesn’t think he could love anyone more than he loves u… except armys of course xo

ok but… back to the studio. a lot of sitting on his lap, which his head on your shoulder as you lean against his chest

he’d often give u the headphones so he could show u what he’d done so far

even tho he’s super hardworking n enjoys working alone you are his muse so ofc he’d let you hang about and cuddle w him while his working

random flowers as an apology for working too hard n ignoring u

which by then you’d be like “yoongi wtf we’ve spoken about this i know it isn’t easy it’s ok i’m proud keep at it”

“but i just feel so ba-”

“shhhhhhhhhh”

it would be hard at first in terms of the fanbase but give it time and yoongi would work his magic and they’d absolutely LOVE U!!

if u like singing he’d probs ask u to collab with him on stn cute, u know he secretly wants that don’t lie

mornings would be the best if u love coffee (which i do heheh) bc be prepared for the best coffee morns of ur life with this sweet man

i can imagine yall owning a lot of coffee machines (idk why you’d have to have more than one but just trust me on this)

so basically a relationship with yoongi would probs be DIFFICULT at times (i mean, duh look at how hardworking the man is) but his work ethic is one of the many things you fell in love with and he appreciates the love you have for him and his work. and in time, i imagine him wanting a family and after all is said and done yall be galloping off into the sunset w lil kids on like a farm or some random shit

THE END

note: ok so i got so carried away with this, but this was just an example (yoongi is my bias so i had to) i’m very into headcanon’s so if yall want to see more pls request one and i’ll do a personalised one just for you!! much love and ttyl <333