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[hoseok-wang]

I want a pretty girl to fuck meeee!!!!

[hoseok-wang]

Hello to subs that don't know how to flirt and are incredibly shy, but deep down are the biggest sluts you'll ever meet…! ( me

[hoseok-wang]

curious boy | jjk

in which jungkook is fascinated by his girlfriend's body...

description/tw/tags: ~1.2k words / jungkook x chubby (f) reader / one-shot drabble / fluff / established relationship but it’s early on in the relationship / brief mentions of past insecurities but i wouldn’t say y/n is insecure during this / mentions of stretch marks & a squishy tummy - all of those things are absolutely beautiful <3 / clean except for one kiss, mentions of "more" happening, but really they’re just lying in bed together / this is for my fellow curvy/chubby/plus girlies, always here for you beautiful ones and i hope you like this / feedback is always welcome and it's appreciated!

“Squish!”

The word escapes Jungkook as a squeal. A giddy, excited, thoroughly amused one, complete with a wide smile on his face, inches away from your abdomen. You’d grown used to Jungkook squeezing, slapping, grabbing your body real quick - you had no choice, really. Neither of you could keep your hands off each other, and while you loved tousling his hair and grazing his muscles and abs, he squeezed…. everything. Your ass and tits were expected to say the least, Jungkook’s favorite playthings and stress toys - grabbing them whenever and wherever - but the tummy squishes were new and still something you had to get used to. Sure, your tummy was round, plump, and thus definitely squeezable… but no one had ever really squished it before either… Not even you…

But there he was, squeezing away in complete joy… It was hard to say you didn’t feel the same happiness right then and there. In the dark room, illuminated only by the red light setting on Jungkook’s galaxy light projector… you could almost make out his lips pursing. The curly strands over his eyes prevented you from knowing if it was the same look he had on his face when he wanted to kiss you - you could almost make out his furrowed brows - but the head tilt he does immediately afterward gives it away. Wanting to feel his lips on you, you reach out your hand towards him, hoping he’d take it or let you push his head down, but instead all you feel is the breath of the words that leave his mouth.

“What are these?”

Sitting up, you finally realize what Jungkook had been looking at so intently. Your stretch marks.

“Nothing," you almost spit out immediately, not knowing why you reverted to that answer. A reflex, most likely…

Of course, Jungkook, being Jungkook, innocently took your mindless, relaxed state as an invitation to roll over and cuddle up against you… But what he didn’t know what that you… lying there, in your bed, with your hands in your hair and your full body and tummy exposed in the dimly lit room, your boyfriend centimeters away from it….

It was all new. It was the same old bed you hid in with your ‘extra measures’ and safety nets to hide your body…. The forced habit of latching onto blankets. Lingerie that “flattered” and thus hid. Lies about liking to sleep fully clothed and in total pitch-black darkness… Even a boyfriend that wanted to be that cuddly was new…

But… you remembered.

That all those ‘habits’ were… entirely forgotten.

That your body was simply a body.

That your boyfriend loved to touch. And kiss.

That he was a curious boy. A caring, non-judgemental boy who made you feel loved in the most obvious, loudest ways with bold declarations and in the most intimate, delicate moments. Whether he was tickling and teasing you in public, delicately grazing your arms in the middle of the night when he thought you were asleep, or insisting on taking your photos, even swatting your arms away whenever you tried to cover your body as a reflex… He made you feel loved and safe before you’d even uttered the defining words to each other. What reason was there to hide or lie, especially when it came to the love of your life?

“They’re not nothing. I don’t have them,” Jungkook says as he sits up, resting on his forearms now, inspecting your marks more closely.

Something in his clueless words and innocence stung just a tiny bit. He’s never even been with someone with stretch marks before. Even so, looking at him now, still a breath away from your skin…. you felt no fear.

“Are they scars?” he asks with wide, concerned eyes while you process his wonder and the intense curiosity that made you fall in love with him.

“They’re stretch marks, Jungkook…. They appear when the skin… stretches,” you explain.

“My skin stretched too…. over the years.... Why didn’t I get any?” he… pouts.

“Jungkook…. they appeared because of the... fat. Not exactly your muscles and that type of weight gain.”

He nods slowly in realization before looking at you with raised eyebrows and his fingers hovering above the long marks, asking to touch them…. With a deep breath, you nod, and Jungkook begins to trace.

“Do they hurt?” he asks quietly. The breath of his words against your skin tingles.

“No,” you answer with a giggle, calming Jungkook’s own nerves.

“Oh,” he nods before stretching across your abdomen to turn on the reading light and see them more clearly. A smile appears on his face.

“Shiny.”

“I guess,” you say, looking away from your boyfriend’s hands on your tummy and towards his face. You’d never seen him so fascinated.

“They’re kind of like tattoos, huh? Just some your body made on its own. Which is really cool. I think that’s my favorite thing about them. They tell a story, too. And they shine? Tattoos don’t...” A quick pout reappears on his face, but a moment later, Jungkook’s eyes smile before his lips do.

“Pretty.”

“Pretty?” You can’t help but scoff, still staring at him while he continued to marvel at your body, only now realizing that you had some on your hips as well.

“Mhm,” he nods. “You don’t think so?”

“I accept them but…. You might’ve convinced me that they’re cool. It’ll take me a while to think they’re actually pretty, though.”

“Nah, don’t just accept them. They’re pretty. They’re cool. Just like you. Just like my girl.”

At that, Jungkook finally looks up at you, an adorable smile on his face. He crouches down, seemingly to rest his head on your soft belly, but before you’d let him do that, you can’t help but sit up and pull him closer by the nape of his neck, kissing his soft lips and smiling against them.

It doesn’t feel like a weight off your chest - Jungkook and his acceptance - no… no, it wasn’t even acceptance. All of it… It really was…

“I love you,” you instantly whisper, breaking away ever so slightly, with your nose brushing against his.

Something between a sigh and a giggle escapes the both of you, but Jungkook stops you short with a kiss so long and electrifying you almost forgot he hadn’t said the words back until he stops to do so.

“I love you… so much.”

With another kiss, he bends down to rest his head on your pillowy stomach, and against it, you could feel his smile, the cold touch of his lip ring, the slow beating of his heart, and the weight of his body on yours.

Tracing the mark closest to him, you hear mumbles of “pretty,” “jealous,” and “very cool” before the words turn intelligible sounds and soon enough into snores, and your boy falls into what you're sure would be a quick nap before he asked you to take off your bra and go for another ‘round’ as he calls it... if you didn't fall asleep first. Either way, you knew he'd wake you up in the morning with breakfast, coffee, and kisses, as he always did. The day would end with another cuddle session, perhaps more, and you'd happily spend the rest of your days this way... Except with a few more crop tops and bralettes in your wardrobe... Since both of you liked seeing you shine. ☀

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“Are you really not going to complain even once?”

yoongi x reader (oc) genre: fluff word count: 1.8K

a/n: Hi lovelies! Here’s a little handyman Min helping reader/Kid with some simple home improvement projects. He’s super sweet and adorable about it and she’s annoying but he’s endeared. I hope you all enjoy and thanks for reading! :)) 

p.s. Happy birthday to our favorite honey boy! It’s Yoongi day!!! 

Observing your boyfriend from the bathroom doorway, you smirked at the little grunts that echoed through the room. Every twist of his wrench was accompanied by a low grumble from Yoongi’s throat. If he wasn’t fixing your sink out of the goodness of his heart, his undying love for you, and your complete inability to do it yourself, you’d tease him for being a grandpa.

When he arrived at your apartment fifteen minutes earlier, you had ambushed him with the home improvement project. He left a sweet kiss on your cheek as he entered your living room, immediately pulling his eyebrows together when you flashed him a pout. “What?”

“My bathroom sink is leaking,” you sighed.

The man glanced toward the bathroom in thought, a small pout taking over his own mouth. It just naturally did that. “Are the tools I left for you still in the hall closet?”

“If that’s where you left them,” you smirked, drawing your boyfriend’s attention back to you. He gave you a gummy smile and a slight shoulder shake as he laughed silently.

Afficher davantage

[hoseok-wang]

It will be 2040 and jin will still be talking about this lmao 🥹😅

[hoseok-wang]

Whoever is doing these edits you need to seriously staph😭

Caus you are singlehandedly causing enough destruction

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[hoseok-wang]

Mafia! BTS - You're Pregnant and You Don't Want to Keep the Baby

Warnings: mention and discussion of abortion and menstruation, mostly fluff tho

A/N: I've been sick these past couple of days so I re-read some of my old fics. I left off the BTS series on more of a family note but I thought I'd like to write the alternative reaction too. I had no idea I'd be writing this or anything at all but it sort of hit me out of the blue. I hope you like this fic and feel free to send in some requests (no promises, as always). Also, apologies in advance because I didn't proof read.

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Jin

You were sitting on the edge of the bathtub, a positive pregnancy test in your hand. You were biting your lip, your chest heavy with anxiety and fear. Lost in thought and emotion, you had no idea how long you had been sitting there contemplating your decisions when suddenly Jin appeared in the bathroom doorway.

"Y/N, what's-" he began yet lost his words when he saw the pregnancy test at your feet. You were playing with your fingers, biting your lip without even raising your gaze to him.

"Are you pregnant?" asked Jin quietly as he knelt down before you and took your hands in his.

"I think so," you whispered as you nodded your head. "But..." you spoke although you did not know what to say or how to say it. “I don’t think I’m ready… I’ve been thinking… I don’t think I’ll ever be.”

"Ever be what, princess?"

"Ready to be a mom," you confessed. The words felt sour on your tongue. You've always been taught to want to be a mother but deep down you never felt the instinct yourself. Becoming a parent felt like a notion forced upon you and whilst you admired women capable of motherhood, you simply never saw yourself in that role.

You confessed all of that to Jin. He held your hand in both of his, his thumbs caressing the back of your palms as he listened to you.

"Alright," agreed Jin once you had finished. "I understand, princess." He kissed your forehead and caressed your cheek. "I would never force you to do anything you were uncomfortable with. You're my everything."

Tears welled up in your eyes as you heard Jin's warm, gentle voice. You nodded to yourself and could not help but start to cry.

"Oh, princess, it's going to be okay," said Jin and pulled you in his arms. You wrapped your hands around his neck and buried your nose in the nook of his collarbone.

"Are you sure you're not upset?" you asked.

"I told you," he said, pulling away to look you in the eye. "You're the most important thing in the world to me, princess. I want whatever you want," spoke Jin softly and brushed away the tears from your cheeks.

Namjoon

You visited your personal doctor having been under the weather for more than a week. You couldn't keep anything down, not even your favourite foods, you had to pee what seemed to be every five minutes and you were feeling sore all over your body. Namjoon wanted you to see a doctor days ago but you were avoiding going to a hospital. However, you made a deal that if you wouldn't feel better by the end of the week, you would go and here you were.

"It's probably nothing, let's just go home," you said fidgeting your knee as you squeezed on Namjoon's hand that was resting in your lap.

"We're not going anywhere, love," assured Namjoon, "Let's just wait for the results of your bloodwork and then I'll take you home." He kissed your temple as you leaned onto him. You were as pale as a ghost but then again you haven't been feeling like yourself for the past fortnight.

"Ms Y/N?" called the nurse. You and Namjoon both stood up.

"Your test results are back," said the nurse, a strange shimmer in her eye. "Congratiulations, you're going to be parents," she announced.

It can't be. I can't be.

Like the flip of a switch your head swirled with sickness. You tried to catch yourself by Namjoon's arm when suddenly you hit the ground and your vision went dark.

* *

You woke just moments later, lying on a gurney. A soft groan escaped your lips as you reached for your head and rubbed your eyes. The neon white lights blinded you before you blinked and regained your vision.

"Y/N? Y/N, can you hear me?" asked Namjoon, his voice deep with concern yet he tried to sound calm and collected.

"Joon?" you mumbled as you struggled to sit up.

"Hey, hey, it's alright, slowly," murmured your boyfriend as he helped you up. He brushed the hair from your face and kissed your forehead.

"I was so worried," he whispered against your skin.

"Is it... Is it true? Am I pregnant?" you asked grievously as your eyes filled with tears.

"The blood results say so, yes," confirmed Namjoon. He was still cupping your cheeks, caressing you with his thumbs. "You don't seem too thrilled about this news."

“I’m just..." you began but your voice cracked. "I'm just not ready yet, Namjoon. It's too soon.” Your boyfriend studied you a minute.

"Did you know about this? Is this why you didn't want to go and see the doctor?" asked Namjoon, his voice calm and quiet yet laced with sadness.

"I... I don't how... I suspected it, I mean... My period was late but that could be because of the sickness, I just... I don't know," you mumbled, wiping the tears from your eyes but they kept on falling. "I know you want a family, Namjoon. But I'm not ready yet, I just can't-"

"Hey, shh, it's okay... It's okay, my love," spoke Namjoon and pulled you into his arms. "It doesn't matter what I want, princess. If you don't want this, than neither do I, I promise you."

"Are you sure?"

"Of course, I'm sure. Whatever you decide to do, I'll always be here for you, okay, love?" spoke Namjoon as he kissed the top of your head.

Yoongi

You were lying in bed with Yoongi on a lazy weekend morning. He was playing with your fingers and tracing sunlight marks across your arms. You had trouble sleeping all night, tossing and turning, feeling too hot then too cold, feeling anxious and sick and then finally you were able to fall asleep near morning. But that singular moment of being held by your boyfriend, of sunshine pouring into your bedroom relieved you of all tension.

That is until a nasty hot washed over your body and settled in your abdomen. Suddenly, you burst out of bed, starling both yourself and your boyfriend but you had no time for explanation. You burst into the bathroom and knelt before the toilet, vomiting like crazy.

Yoongi burst in after you and pulled your hair back, his free hand gently rubbing your back. You flushed the toilet, thinking you were done when suddenly another wave of nausea washed over your stomach.

"Jagi, what's going on?" asked Yoongi when you were finally able to lean against the side of the bath.

"I don't know," you mumbled as you shook your head but the same moment those words escaped your lips, your eyes opened and widened.

"What?" asked Yoongi.

"Nothing," you said quickly but he was not fooled.

"Tell me," he insisted and scooted closer to you where he pushed your hair behind your ear. You looked up into his eyes, studying him as you considered confiding in him or not. But if your suspicions provided to be true, then you would have to talk to Yoongi anyways.

"What... What if I'm pregnant?" you asked in a mere whisper.

Yoongi froze as if someone had just poured a bucket of ice-cold water over his head. His eyes drained of emotion.

"I don't think..." you began as you shook your head. "I don't think I'm ready, Yoongi... I don't... I don't think I'll ever be ready," you confessed. “I like the way things are. Just the two of us,” you whispered guiltily as quiet tears fell down your cheeks. Something about saying those words felt both like relief and condemnation at the same time.

"So do I," said Yoongi and brushed away the tears from your face. You looked up at him once again, wanting to see if he was truthful or just saying that to comfort you. But it wasn't in Yoongi's nature to lie and neither did he do so in that moment.

"But what if I am pregnant?" you asked.

"Then we'll go and see your doctor," said Yoongi calmly as he tucked a strand of hair behind your ear. He kept his warm hands on your cheeks, brushing away your tears.

"Please don't cry, kitten," he whispered, his eyes locked with yours. His heart was breaking seeing you this harsh on yourself, on something that happened by mere chance. "I'll take care of you, Y/N. Whatever you decide to do," promised Yoongi and pulled you into his arms where you locked your hands around his torso and leaned against his chest.

Hoseok

You were pacing up and down the waiting room, nervous for the result of your blood test. It has been more than five weeks since your last menstruation and you've been feeling far too sick for it to be normal - not only in the mornings but all the time. You couldn't sleep and you were sore all over. Although you did not want it to be true, you were not surprised when the pregnancy test was positive. Still, convenience store pregnancy tests were not entirely reliable so you had to see your doctor before you would even mention something to your boyfriend. You could not even imagine how this happened since you were always using protection.

"Ms Y/N?" asked the nurse as she stepped out into the hallway. She invited you back into the doctor's office where you sat down with your gynaecologist.

"We've ran the tests several time, Ms Y/N, but I'm afraid they always came back positive," said your doctor sympathetically. You told her of your concerns before the tests were made and could not do much else but nod. She told you about your options, about continuing the pregnancy and even adoption but those were not really options for you personally. Even when you saw the convenience store pregnancy test come out positive, you already knew you wouldn't go through with it should it be confirmed by your doctor as well.

"Right," you nodded but your voice was hoarse as if you had been crying. You did not think so yet when you touched your cheek you realized it was stained with tears.

You apologized quickly and took out a tissue but the doctor seemed to perfectly understand.

"Then... Would you like to make an appointment to terminate the pregnancy?" asked your gynaecologist. "I must inform you that you will need someone to escort you home after the procedure; your mom, a friend, your partner..."

That made you think of how you were going to tell Hoseok. Whether he would even want to come with you in the first place.

You nodded and discussed the procedure with your doctor but as you arrived home, your head was spinning from all the information. Your chest was heavy with anxiety and your head hurt. But as you opened the bathroom door, you found Hoseok with your positive pregnancy test in his hands. You froze on your tracks, your eyes widening as his gaze found your own.

"Are you... Are you pregnant?" asked Hoseok in disbelief.

"I just got it confirmed by my doctor," you nodded, your voice falling silent.

"What are you going to do?" asked Hoseok out of breath.

You shook your head as tears crept into your eyes. You couldn't understand why you were crying out of the sudden but you were. Perhaps it was the pressure, the anxiety, the hormones or all at once, yet suddenly you found yourself crying against Hoseok's chest. He sat you up on the bathroom counter and ran his fingers through your hair.

"It's okay, shh, it's okay, my princess," spoke Hoseok softly as he tried to calm you down.

"I'm not... I'm not going to keep it, Hobi," you sobbed quietly. "A-Are you angry with me?"

"What?" said Hoseok as he pulled away, holding your shoulders. "Why would I be angry with you, Y/N? It's your body and it's a big decision. Whatever you want to do, is alright with me, do you hear me?" he asked, looking you deep in the eye. Hoseok brushed the tears from your cheeks as you proceeded to tell him about your appointment.

"They said I need someone to help me home afterwards," you spoke slowly.

"You know I'm coming with you, Y/N," assured Hoseok. "If you like it or not, I'll be there. Always, okay?"

You nodded as more tears fell down your cheeks and you wrapped your arms around Hoseok's neck. "Thank you," you whispered.

Jimin

"Jimin?" you began slowly as you found your boyfriend sitting on the sofa, his gaze firmly on his favourite tv series. But once he heard your voice, his eyes found you and softened immediately. Jimin opened his arms for you and you gladly accepted, snuggling into his chest as your legs rested in his lap. But your chest was heavy with concern and anxiety. You weren't feeling like yourself these past days so you went to your doctor for a check-up. Yet then the results of your bloodwork came back, the doctor informed you that you were pregnant. You had never imagined this to happen and it was beyond you to even try to calculate when or how this happened. But the bloodwork was run several times and there was no doubt that you were pregnant.

You have never even talked to Jimin about whether he wants a family or not, you've barely even thought about whether you want one. But during the past few days that was all you could possibly think about. The more you contemplated it, the more you realized you did not want to continue this pregnancy. There were times in your life when you thought you wanted to have a family at some point but now that you were actually in this moment of decision, you could not possibly imagine raising a baby and starting a family. Perhaps it was too soon, perhaps you did not wish for a family at all. For now, Jimin was all you wanted and could ever need.

"Sweetheart?" asked Jimin, "Y/N? Are you okay?" he spoke once again, waking you up from your thoughts. Jimin pulled back slightly and looked you in the eye. You blinked and nodded your head.

"Yeah, no, I'm, I'm okay," you stuttered although even you did not believe your own words.

"What is it, sweetheart? Tell me," asked Jimin gently and caressed your cheek.

You licked your dry lips and glanced away.

"You trust me, don't you?" said Jimin and raised your chin to face him.

You bit the corner of your lip as you sat up on your own and felt yourself fidget unconsciously.

"I... Um..." you began but you seemed to have forgotten all the words. "I, um... I have to tell you something, Jimin," you said carefully and pushed the hair from your eyes. You were twitching your leg nervously against the sofa but did not know how to stop it.

"What is it? Tell me," insisted Jimin and took your hand, "Are you sick?"

"I'm pregnant," you blurted out. Instead of your chest releasing the anxiety it only grew larger and heavier, weighing you down. Your eyes watered with tears.

"Wh... You're... You're pregnant?" stuttered Jimin, his eyes wide and puzzled like a child's.

"But I... I don't want to keep it. I won't keep it," you mumbled distressed. "I just can't. I don't want to be a mom, Jimin," you hurried as big fat tears fell from your eyes. Jimin watched you as you spoke those words before he took your face into his hands.

"Whatever you decide to do, Y/N, I'll support you," he assured.

"You will?" you whispered timidly, looking up into his big brown eyes.

"What kind of question is that? Of course I will," he assured and pulled you close as he kissed your forehead.

"I'm sorry," you said, feeling guilty as hot tears wet Jimin's shirt. "I'm just really scared," you confessed.

"Hey, there's nothing to be sorry for, sweetheart, okay? Nothing," promised Jimin. "If you don't want to keep it, we can go see your doctor first thing tomorrow, alright?"

"Okay," you nodded against Jimin's chest as he caressed your hair until you calmed down.

Taehyung

You waited in front of the doctor's office for your appointment. It's been the second time that week that you've visited your gynaecologist; the first time because you've missed your period and weren't feeling quite yourself with all the muscle soreness and morning sickness. When your doctor gave you the news that you were pregnant, she could tell by the look on your face it was something you did not want; at least not at this point. She told you your options but to you there was only one - abortion.

"I'm here," said Taehyung out of breath. Your eyes widened as you looked up at his face. You haven't told anyone you were pregnant, least of all your boyfriend who had a soft spot for every baby and toddler in this world.

"Wh... What are you doing here?" you stuttered in absolute horror.

"You don't think I'd let you go through this on your own, my love?" spoke Taehyung softly and caressed your cheek before taking your hands into his lap. His fingers traced comforting shapes in your skin but you were too stunned to notice.

"How did you find out?" you asked dismayed. Taehyung turned to look at you, an utterly foreign expression on his face. His eyes were soft but sad and his features sombre.

"How could you think I wouldn't?" he spoke gently, "They called me since I'm your emergency contact and you didn't arrange for someone to escort you home," explained Taehyung.

"That's... That's why you're here?" you asked slowly.

"I'm here for you, Y/N," said Taehyung and squeezed your hands reassuringly, "And whatever you want."

"I wish you'd told me, though," he added.

"I thought you'd want to keep it," you spoke quickly yet quietly.

"I would," confessed Taehyung, "But it's your body and I would never force you to do something you weren't ready to do, Y/N." He tucked a stray lock of hair behind your ear before he pressed his lips softly to your forehead.

Your eyes watered. "I'm sorry I didn't tell you, Tae," you admitted. As you spoke those words, your doctor appeared in the doorway and invited you inside.

"It's alright, my love," spoke Taehyung comfortingly and kissed your hand. "I'll be right here when you wake up and I'll take you home, alright?"

You nodded and wiped the tears from you eyes. "Thank you," you murmured and hugged him before you went with your doctor.

Jungkook

You were pacing up and down your bathroom, staring at the timer on your phone. You had taken a pregnancy test because your period was unusually late. Although there was no guarantee it was going to be positive, you had a feeling about it. It's been on your mind for days and so was the decision of what to do if you were indeed pregnant. You had no idea what Jungkook's stand was on it but it was your body at the end of the day and you had no intention of starting a family yet. Perhaps one day in the future but doing so now would be a mistake.

Your phone began buzzing just before the test showed you were pregnant.

"What's going on?" asked a deep voice. You gasped and jumped around, startled by Jungkook's presence. He wasn't supposed to be home for hours and you had hoped you had more time to consider what to say to him, how to tell him the news and your decision.

"Is that..." began Jungkook as he noticed the blue-white stick in your hands.

"I..." you stuttered.

"Are you pregnant, Y/N?" asked Jungkook in disbelief as his gaze found yours. His eyes were wide and his lips parted.

"I... I think so," you admitted and showed your boyfriend the pregnancy test. Your hands were shaking from all the emotion. You did not know what to feel. Jungkook frowned.

"Are you scared of me, kitten?" he asked carefully, his voice deep and husky.

"N-No," you said and shook your head. "I... I don't know..." You bit the inside of your cheek, fidgeting with your hands.

"Y/N..." breathed Jungkook as he reached out for you and pulled you to his chest. You leaned your head against his torso as he caressed your hair and you finally let out all the emotion. Tears stained Jungkook's shirt.

"I... I'm really scared, Jungkook," you sobbed quietly. "I... I don't w-want to be p-pregnant," you confessed, your entire body trembling.

"Shh, it's okay, kitten, it's okay," spoke Jungkook against the top of your head where he left soft, comforting kisses. "Everything will be alright, I promise."

"Hey," said Jungkook as you began crying even harder. He cupped your cheeks and made you look at him whilst he brushed away your tears. "We'll see your doctor so that they can confirm you're really pregnant. And if you are, then we'll make an appointment to do whatever you decide to do, alright? Everything will be okay," promised Jungkook once again.

You nodded and hugged him tightly. "Are you not angry with me?" you stuttered.

"Why would I be angry with you, princess?" asked Jungkook astonished.

"Because... Because this even h-happened or I... I don't know..." you whispered as more tears stained your boyfriend's shirt.

"This isn't your fault, kitten. It just happens sometimes," spoke Jungkook quietly as he kissed your forehead.

"And... And you're not angry because I want to end it?" you asked once again.

"I want whatever you want, kitten. That's never going to change," murmured Jungkook against your lips before kissing you gently.

[hoseok-wang]

BTS Reaction || You Don’t Forgive Him Easily

BTS X GN!Reader

⤜Copyright: © DreamEscapesWriting - January 2023

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WORD COUNT: 3.9K altogether! <3 

A/N: I tried to do my best with this, whenever I write I’ve noticed I tend to have YN forgive easilllyyyyyy, so I hope that this is an improvement on that aspect of my writing! <3 Hope you enjoy! 

Afficher davantage

[hoseok-wang]

The End Of Blu-joons…

I’m gutted to have to say this, but unfortunately there will be no more posts from me. I don’t have the time that I used to, and therefore I’m deciding to end my time as a writer on tumblr. As I now start training to be a teacher and spend 5 days a week at work, I can’t dedicate myself to writing anymore.

I can’t begin to thank you all for your support and kindness over the past 4 years, 24,000 of you chose to follow me, and it means a lot. All of my work will still be on my account and I’ll still be around (although not writing) to chat with you all.

Maybe one day if I get the time I’ll come back to tumblr writing, but I can’t make any promises anymore.

The most important thing to me is that you guys have enjoyed my blog, my works. The thought of not writing on tumblr was something that always made me nervous, but I’m confident that now is the right time for me to take a step back.

Thank you to all of you blujoonies!

[hoseok-wang]

summary: in which jungkook wants you all for himself (and bam) and you buy him flowers.

> fluff, a little angst / wc: 2.8k

> warnings: jk gets pissed off at a guy who tries hitting on you T_T, making out!!

note: i couldn’t resist and here i am with the post-jungkook live effect [deep sigh] as always i hope you enjoy and i also hope you let me know if you did <333

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standing infront of the door of your apartment, you struggle to unlock it with your fingerprint because of the paper bag you’re hugging to your chest and the small bouquet of red roses occupying your other hand. in the end, you decide to put down the paper bag on the cold tiled floor. you press your index finger on the rectangular pad above the numbers before turning the doorknob.

the familiar ringing of the door opening and closing make jungkook and bam comically perk up at the same time. the dog stands up by resting his front legs on the backrest of the sofa, tail excitedly wagging as he anticipates your arrival in the living room.

“hello, baby. i’m home.” you sweetly hum as you pad across the floor with your feet only clad in white socks after lazily leaving your shoes by the doormat.

jungkook isn’t even sure if you meant ‘baby’ as in him or bam, but that thought shortly gets pushed to the back of his mind when his confused doe eyes zoom in on the flowers you’re securely cradling.

relieving yourself of its weight, you finally set down the paper bag from the convenience store, sliding your phone out of the pocket of your sweatpants to leave it on top of the center table as well. bam jumps off the sofa sniffing loudly at the flowers, but you quickly raise your arm to put it out of his reach.

“no- no, bamie. you can’t eat this! this is for your daddy.” you tell him with a giggle, digging your hand into the paper bag to dish out the new toy you bought him.

“for me?” your boyfriend chips in to the conversation with a toothy grin, but his question is left unanswered as you squeeze the yellow fish to make it squeak.

the high-pitched sound makes bam hyper. he stretches out his front legs forward, leaning down on his elbows — a posture that usually indicates that he wants to play. you throw the toy into the air and it lands near his house. he runs after it not even a second later, nails clicking against the floor. he carries it in his mouth and jumps on the other corner of the couch, living in his own little bubble to chew to his heart’s desire.

jungkook steals this opportunity to snake an arm around your waist, pulling you down to the open space next to him. you whimper in surprise as you fall on top of the bundle of blanket he abandoned, lifting your butt quickly to remove it from under you. bam inches closer to snuggle against the soft cotton, ears abruptly moving in curiosity when he successfully makes the toy squeak too.

“where are these from, huh? was someone trying to steal you away from me again?”

they almost make you instantaneously melt — his deep voice laced with half humor and half truth of bitterness, accompanied by a soft squeeze of your hip.

“babe!” you scold him with a laugh to mask how flustered you’ve become, as if you’re still not used to his flirting after all these years. “i passed by a flower shop on the way home and i thought i should be the one to buy them for you for a change.”

you extend the hand holding the bouquet, eyes twinkling with devotion that causes his resolve to crumble into ruins. it never stood a chance in the first place.

—

you walked away from the cashier while stuffing the book you just bought inside your tote bag, the man you strongly refused to allow and pay for it still hot on your heels.

“wait! i’m sorry. let me just- uh-”

you froze awkwardly before the lean and blonde stranger who blocked your path to the door, probably standing somewhere around 5’10. based on his complete nike get-up, you were pretty sure he was outside for an afternoon jog.

“i just wanted to let you know that i think you’re very beautiful, and maybe ask if we can hang out this weekend? at my place?”

and you could tell he was trying his best to appear confident, but the shaky hand that was holding out the bouquet of fresh tulips betrayed him. it was the first time in your life that you found your favorite flowers to be undesirable, no matter how perfectly and intricately arranged the beautiful colors were.

‘at my place?’ what the hell happened to chivalry? oh, a lost art indeed.

despite being extremely irritated at him for causing an embarrassing scene infront of the cashier earlier in addition to this, you forced yourself to give him an apologetic smile for the sake of being polite.

that was when jungkook came back after buying two cups of hotteok from a cart only half a block away. his walking pace slowed down as he watched the scene unfold through the glass separating the bookstore from the sidewalk, eyebrows knitting in growing confusion and annoyance. he failed to read your lips while you were talking. by then he was already prepared to join the conversation, even more after he realized that he recognized the man.

however, before he could reach the door, you were already pushing it open. the gush of wind blew through your hair, and your face lit up when you were greeted by the sight of your boyfriend holding your favorite snack. with a thrilled smile, you practically skipped your way to him and took the cup from his left hand.

“you got them! the line was pretty long so i thought they would sell out before your tur-”

your smile slowly faded when you realized he wasn’t listening. jungkook’s eyes were too busy shooting daggers at the stranger walking to the trash can, jaw clenching when he saw how aggressively he slammed down your dearly beloved flowers. he was the only one to notice the lone orange tulip that slipped and fell on the ground, firmly rejected and thoughtlessly discarded.

your warm hand held his cheek, gently coaxing him to look at you instead.

“what did he say? did he touch you?“

it’s very rare to see jungkook this seriously angry. therefore, you are only reminded at times like this that he can be scary if he wants to. at first, you thought his protectiveness would only last until the early stages of your relationship and eventually fade like those who came before him, but he never changed.

you shook your head, rubbing his arm in an attempt to soothe his temper. “no, not at all. he was kind of stubborn but i handled it just fine.”

he only nodded in response, features still hardened, but relief washed over him after confirming that nothing dangerous happened to you while he was gone. but he was swept off his feet before his mind could run for another mile. you pulled him closer by the collar of his shirt, the torrid kiss you granted him with lasting seconds. insatiably craving more of your ministrations, he made a move to chase your lips, but a rude car honk jolted him awake to the fact that you were still in public.

you gave him a coy smile. “want to eat ramen with me at home? i’m getting cold.”

“let’s go home, baby.” he hums in agreement. “i’ll warm you up.” he hung his tattooed arm over your shoulder, guiding you to his other side to put himself between you and the rushing vehicles passing by.

he spared another sharp glance at the bookstore before walking away. he met the eyes of the asshole who has been indiscreetly observing you still regardless of the disaster that just transpired. he panicked at the interaction and turned on his heel, disappearing into the fiction aisle.

jungkook smirked, shaking his head in disdain before taking the first bite off his hotteok.

—

walking didn’t seem to help shake off his inflexible thoughts.

“something still bothers me about that guy.” he mumbled after tossing your empty cups in the trash bin you passed by.

“what is it?” you frowned worriedly, intertwining your fingers with his. by this time the glorious sun has started to set, splashing the sky with light orange paint that reflected on his honey skin.

“he was already there when we went in the bookstore. i know he saw us holding hands. i’m obviously your boyfriend.” vexation continued to run in his veins until it dripped from his tongue. his satoori accent came out thick and heavy as he spoke with wide, expressive eyes. “and he still had the fucking audacity to go out and buy you flowers?”

your lips parted open in surprise, tilting your head to the side as you tried to recall the surroundings when you entered the establishment earlier. no wonder he was instantly upset and worried.

“i don’t remember seeing him . . . but you know, if he’s as brazen as you think he is, why did he only approach me when you left?”

your stream of thoughts got interrupted by a scandalous gasp when you arrived at a new angle of looking at the situation.

“he invited me to his place.” you halted on your tracks, glaring back at your previous location. you were already five blocks away from the bookstore, and you wish he could magically feel the negative energy you were exuding from the distance. “so did he really think i’m that kind of-”

you instinctively pulled back your boyfriend by tightly grabbing the sleeve of his jacket. “hey! where are you going?”

his jaw clenched, tongue prodding the inside of his cheek — telltale signs that he was unquestionably pissed off. “baby, i won’t let that one slide.”

alright, this is not good. not good at all. perhaps you should start learning how to stop saying your thoughts out loud.

“but he’s not worth the time.” you pouted sadly, wrapping your arms around his waist so he wouldn’t be able to walk away. “i just want to go home and cuddle with you and our child while watching the new chainsaw man e-p.”

he breathed out a sigh to compose himself. the proposition you laid out was undeniably irresistible, albeit a bait of distraction. but he knew you were just keeping him in check before he impulsively acts again. he gave your forehead a chaste kiss, honeyed lips a little sticky from the sugar syrup of the hotteok filling.

“okay then. let’s do that.”

—

“are you still annoyed about yesterday?” you poke his soft cheek with your index finger. “hey, look at this. i got six red roses for a reason . . . you are my one and only.”

you point at each flower as you slowly speak the sentence word by word, and his heart overflows with fondness as he watches. when you innocently look up to meet his gaze with a hopeful smile, saying the words- “i would’ve gotten you a fancier arrangement but i don’t want your allergies acting up.”

that is his final straw.

“god, baby. why are you so damn cute? what am i going to do with you?” he accepts the bouquet with a lighthearted chuckle, setting it down on the table before attacking you with his affection.

you end up falling on your back as he climbs over you. you giggle uncontrollably when he holds your wrists and traps your thighs in between his knees anchored on the cushion, tirelessly peppering your face and neck with love-fueled kisses.

the noisy disturbance distracts bam from his squeaky yellow fish. he jumps off the couch to stand beside you and jungkook, licking at whatever his tongue reaches. for you, it’s your arm held folded by your boyfriend.

“it tickles! you know it tickles there!” you squeal, squirming beneath him. you feel his frisky lips curve into a smile against the left side of your neck, stubbornly planting more kisses on the expanse of your skin.

“mhmm, i love you. i love you.” he hazily chants, drunk in love, tracing his way back to your lips. “i love you so much.”

that’s when he decides he’s finished with innocent pecks, delicate hands releasing your wrists to properly balance himself on top of you. you tenderly caress his face as he deepens the kiss, coaxing you to part your lips so he can dip his playful tongue in your mouth. when he tilts his head to the side so his nose won’t bump against yours, your hand slides to the back to support it, fingers tangling with his long and fluffy hair. a desperate, filthy moan escapes from his throat as you unconsciously tug, prompted by his soft nibbling at your bottom lip. it sends tingles running through your spine like live wire, and the air engulfing the two of you becomes hotter and heavier.

he parts away from you breathless, resting his forehead on yours before pulling himself up again. “fuck. is this how you feel when i buy you flowers?”

you gingerly brush his undereye with the pad of your thumb, finding yourself deeply fascinated with his dilated pupils staring right back at you.

you lick your swollen lips, front teeth digging on your bottom lip. “i should’ve done it sooner, right? i’m sorry.”

“don’t be. you already give me so much, silly.” he softly pecks your lips again. “besides, your presence is my favorite gift. you’re a blessing to me, you know that?”

you smile shyly, hiding your face in the crook of his neck. his random confessions of overwhelmingly sincere adoration never fails to elicit a giddy reaction from you. “i love you.”

“ah- ouch.” a wince shortly replaces your smile when bam jumps on the couch again, accidentally stepping on your hair.

“bam, sit, sit. sit down.” jungkook rises to kneel on his knees, moving forward until they reach your waist. bam obeys his command, and your hands find purchase on the flesh of his thighs as he releases your hair from under the dog’s paws.

“i’ll go put the flowers in the vase.” he cheerfully announces as he cautiously removes himself on top of you, planting his feet on the ground.

“okaaay.” you drag out the word as you sit up on the couch. while he takes the bouquet of roses with him to the kitchen, bam finally finds the chance to leave the toy on your lap, but not before he gives it a good bite to make it squeak.

you pet his long floppy ears as he licks your cheek and then your hands, urging you to play with him using the gift you bought him. you press quick kisses on the top of his head before squeezing the yellow fish, waving it infront of his face.

“do you want to play, bamie? should we? will you bring it back to me?”

he starts panting as if to answer ‘yes’ to all of your questions.

you throw the toy at the kitchen, and you cover your mouth out of reflex to suppress your laughter when it landed on the dining table, only a few inches away from jungkook. he pauses from plucking off the leaves from the stem of each rose, jokingly raising an eyebrow at bam, who is balancing himself standing up by using his body as a support.

he picks up the toy and dangles it above bam, speaking to him in a baby voice. “is this what you’re looking for? aw, really? you want it? go take it then . . . that’s it, good boy!”

bam easily catches it with his mouth, running back to you so he can complete the mission you gave him. he drops it on your lap again, bumping his nose against yours, and you dramatically collapse on the couch. he starts sniffing at you curiously, front paw poking your shoulder once to gauge your reaction.

your eyes only open half-way, and you spread out your arms to show him the space you created for him. “bam, i’m sleepy- sleep. i need to recharge. can we play again later?”

he lies down on his back and uses your arm as a pillow, rolling around for a bit until he chooses to curl up beside you in the end, his upper body resting on your stomach.

“ugh, you’re so heavy. can’t. breathe.” you mutter under your breath, but nevertheless, you stroke his side lovingly until you both completely doze off for an afternoon nap.

jungkook squints at the living room when the apartment got suspiciously quiet, lips forming a pout.

“are you two cuddling? i still need to trim the stems- save me some space!”

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[hoseok-wang]

summary: in which you say i love you to jungkook for the first time.

> fluff, angst and suggestive kinda / wc: 4.5k

> seokjin and jimin cameo :P

> warnings: a creepy guy follows you around the mall and you get really scared and anxious :( and period cramps ? 😭

note: this was inspired by this ask! :] i’ve been planning on this for a while already but the inspiration only hit recently. this is the longest in which drabble i’ve written as i got carried away i’m sorry T_T

as always i’d love to hear what you think or feel <3

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i love you.

how many times have you said these three magical words in this lifetime? and how many times did you genuinely mean it?

these are the questions you used to think about extensively before you fell in love with jungkook. there came instances in your life when you felt pressured to say i love you. there came a point when it felt more like a heavy burden. an obligation. a meaningless utterance. and the guilt weighed you down.

however, these days you find yourself counting all the times you hold yourself back from saying it. because for the first time in your life, you mean it wholeheartedly. and it’s terrifying.

Afficher davantage

[hoseok-wang]

He Comforts You During A Panic Attack ~ Jeon Jungkook

Prompts: 5, 19, 27, 66

It was the tight grip of your hand in his that quickly caught his attention. He turned to face you as the two of you laid, cuddled up on the sofa, soon noticing the heavy rise and fall of your chest as you faced upwards.

Soon after he heard your panting, the rasp in your voice as desperately you clung to whatever air you could find, your face scrunched up in agony as you tried to push through, feeling Jungkook move beside you.

His eyes widened once he finally saw the full situation, his mind raced, his heart picked up, his anxieties grew. Jungkook didn’t know what to do as he watched you fall around him, there were so many things happening he became overwhelmed himself.

He grabbed your hand tighter, so your eyes met his, silently begging you to tell him what was wrong. Tears quickly began to fall as you pointed to your throat, letting him know that air was what you needed.

His body slid out from underneath you, laying you out on the cushions. “You’re going to be alright, just keep breathing,” he assured you, trying to dry your tears.

You nodded, following as Jungkook inhaled and exhaled with you, counting to three each time, a technique he’d learnt during his many breathing lessons with his vocal coach. His hands brushed the hair out of your face, sleeves of his shirt drying the damp on your forehead.

“See, that’s it, good girl. I’m right here, just keep following me.”

He continued to help you settle into he felt your heart rate fall back down to normal. With a wide smile, he helped you to sit up, propping you against the back of the sofa with as many cushions as he could find.

“What happened babe? Tell me what’s on your mind?” He asked, lacing his hand back in with yours. Your tears began to dry up as you pulled Jungkook up to sit beside you, resting your head on his shoulder.

“I don’t want to talk about it, it’s embarrassing,” you cried out, feeling him press a kiss to the top of his head. His lips were slightly damp where he had kissed your tears away, but that was the least of your worries.

He shook his head, bringing his other hand under your chin so your eyes met his. He was hurt, you could see, his bright eyes had faded into emptiness.

“Do you remember what you always tell me? If you don’t love me at my worst, you don’t love me at my best, well I love you, you idiot, right now, yesterday, tomorrow, I want to help you so just let me know what’s going on.”

“It was just a little panic attack, nothing to worry about. I got myself worked up over nothing and didn’t know how to handle myself.”

“You promise me that’s it?”

“I promise,” you assured him with a soft smile. “I’ve always had panic attacks since I was little, it’s no big deal, just a bit humiliating.”

He hated that you felt that way, there was nothing to be ashamed of, all he wanted to do was help and try and make things better for you.

He sighed, looking down as your eyes fluttered shut, your attacks always left you feeling exhausted after all the fight you had to give.

If anything, Jungkook felt ashamed at how poorly he’d handled the situation. He should have been there for you, yet instead flew into a panic himself, sitting helplessly for a few moments whilst you struggled on.

“Jagi, how come you’ve never told me about this? I don’t want there to be secrets between us, and all I want is to help you.” Your eyes opened, glancing up at his tear stained face, his limp hair falling in front of his eyes.

“I have told you about them before,” you sighed.

“What? When?” Guilt wracked him as he desperately thought back to when you would have ever told him something as big as this.”

Your mind thought back to a few months ago, the boys were all at your house, everyone had a few drinks in them, Jungkook especially. “Do you remember when we played truth or dare that time when you were hammered?”

“Yeah of course,” he smiled, not that he could remember much. That night was a celebration of the album being finished, and Jungkook was more than happy to let his hair down and enjoy a night of no stress and relaxation.

“When Jimin asked me a truth about a secret, I told you all, because I knew you’d all be too drunk to remember. I didn’t have the confidence to tell you, I was embarrassed, but I knew if I did it then you would hopefully not remember, and thankfully, you didn’t.”

“Jagi, I’m so sorry, I can’t believe I’ve done this,” he whispered. You leaned forwards, turning to face him, pressing a soft kiss to his lips. “You should never be afraid to tell me anything, am I really that scary?”

You chuckled lightly, “not at all Kookie. It’s me. It terrifies me to see people’s reactions, they just think I can’t cope or think I’m weak, and I’m not. You’ve got nothing to be sorry for, this is my fault, I should have told you, you’re right that there shouldn’t be secrets between us, if I had told you, you wouldn’t have had to see me that way.”

He pulled you down, into his chest, running his hand along your arm. You were calmer, your chest was rising and falling delicately, the way he loved to fall asleep to. The soft smile on your face warmed his heart as he saw for himself that you were just fine.

“Next time, I promise I’ll be a better boyfriend and help to look after you better, just please tell me about these things, you know I always will love you regardless.”

“I know. There’s nothing else to tell you, I’m an open book from now on.”

He held you tightly, terrified that the one he loved could ever go through something like you just did. “I want you to be happy, if ever something plays on your mind, talk to me about it, whether it’s two in the morning, or I’m on the other side of the world, I’m always with you.”

You leaned up, trailing a few kisses along his jaw. “Thank you Jungkook. You’ve made me realise what I’ve been missing in life, that confide who I can always talk to.”

“You can confide in my forever; I’ll always be there to care for you.”

“I don’t know what I would do without you in my life sometimes, I love you, don’t ever forget that, now, then, and forever.”

—

Masterlist

[hoseok-wang]

BTS Reaction: You Win An Award At An Awards Ceremony

Jin:

Everything around you stood still as your name was called out, you froze in complete disbelief. “Jagi, you did it. Come on.”

Quickly, you felt Jin’s arms wrap around you. “I did it! I won! I can’t believe I actually won the award.”

“I’m so proud of you, quick, you need to get on the stage.”

“Let go of me then,” you chuckled, pressing a light kiss to his cheek. “Jin.”

“I can’t.”

“You have to.”

“I’m sorry, I’m just proud.” He smiled, tightening his grip around you, not letting you go.

The music began in the arena making sure that you set off. Finally, Jin let go of you, adjusting your hair and outfit from where he’d messed it up.

“Go and get your award, you deserve it,” he smiled, letting go of your hand. “Smile and enjoy the moment, it’s yours. You’ve earned it.”

“I will! Thank you!”

Yoongi:

The spotlight came down on you as you stepped forwards after being handed your award, looking out to all the people who stared back at you.

You were still at a loss for words, completely stunned. “I never really know what to say in moments like this, aside from thank you.”

“Thank you to everyone who played a part in the music video.”

“And the fans,” you smiled as the volume increased. “You guys all rule.”

“Yoongi!”

“What about Yoongi?”

“Give me chance.” You chuckled, “I’m getting to him, don’t worry,” you spoke as the fans cheered.

You looked down as he proudly watched on, his gummy smile was clear to see, his hands clasped together, cheering you on.

“And of course, I want to thank Yoongi. He’s been there through it all, from the very beginning. This wouldn’t be possible without you. I love you.”

“I love you too!”

Hoseok:

You were walked back to the arena after coming off stage, instantly greeted by open arms, ready to engulf you. “I am so proud.”

Hobi’s arms wrapped around you, pulling you into the tightest of hugs. “I’m honestly in disbelief, I never thought I would win the award.”

“I did, you were always number one in my eyes.”

“Stop it,” you blushed, looking down at the trophy, “this doesn’t even feel real to me right now.”

“It is.”

“I know.”

“Seeing you on stage made me burst with pride,” he complimented, “right where you belong.”

Soon after, six other pairs of arms wrapped around you, all congratulating you on your success and everything that you had achieved.

“This award is a culmination of everything you’ve worked towards. I hope you know just how deserving of this you really are. It’s all yours to celebrate.”

“You’re the best, thank you.”

Namjoon:

Everyone was on tenterhooks, as the nominees were read out. “BTS!” The voiceover spoke, as a montage played. “Y/N,” it then spoke, as your own montage played.

You looked to Namjoon who smiled softly at you. “Whoever wins, it doesn’t matter, or if none of us win, we’re still winners.”

“I agree. I’m winning every day.”

“Oh, be quiet,” he blushed, “I’m always the lucky one in this relationship.”

“I think not.”

“I think so.”

“Just hush, they’re about to announce the winner, we need to pay attention,” you scolded.

The camera fell back on the announcer, who tore the envelope. Namjoon’s hand rested on your thigh as yours came down to rest over it.

“Best of luck to all the nominees,” they smiled, taking a moment to pause, “and the winner is…Y/N! Congratulations.”

“Well done jagi, I knew you could do it.”

Jimin:

Tears streamed down your eyes as you were read out as the winner of the award, falling sideways into Jimin’s chest. “I did it.”

His lips pressed to the top of your head, “you did it. You earnt this. I am so bloody proud of you jagi, so proud.”

“What do I do? I’ve never won anything before.”

“Go up on the stage,” he chuckled, “right where you belong, on top of the world.”

“Will you come?”

“No way.”

“Jimin, I don’t want all these people looking at me,” you giggled, getting flustered.

“Stop, this is your moment. Take a deep breath and own it. I am proud of you, and I’ll be right here cheering you on.”

You did as he said, taking a deep breath in and out, composing yourself. The whole world was watching, and you couldn’t let yourself down now.

“Own it. I love you.”

Taehyung:

Your face flashed up on the giant monitors as the montage of nominees played. “Go Y/N!” Taehyung applauded from beside you.

You chuckled, jabbing his arm with your hand. “Stop doing that,” you smiled, “you’re so embarrassing sometimes, honestly.”

“I’m your biggest fan. I don’t care what people think.”

“You’re crazy,” you teased, “I don’t want you to hype me up too much. What if I lose?”

“You won’t.”

“It is a possibility Tae.”

“We’re not even going to think like that, no one else compares to you,” he smiled.

His words were calming, but your heart was still pounding. It was a moment you’d dreamt of for so long, and now it was real.

“Whatever happens, I’m proud of you. I will always be here to cheer you on, just like tonight, chanting your name and singing your songs.”

“Fingers crossed for the win.”

Jungkook:

You were shaking as your category was read out for the next award of the evening, filled with nerves with what was to come. “Kook, I’m scared.”

He glanced across at you, “why? There’s nothing to be scared of, you’ve earnt this nomination, and I’m sure you’ll win it.”

“What if I don’t? I don’t want to let you down or anything.”

“What makes you think you’re going to let me down?” He asked.

“I don’t want to fail.”

“You’re not.”

“But you win so many awards, I don’t want to lose,” you sighed, resting on his shoulder.

He knew how you felt, the first time BTS were nominated, he was a mess. He didn’t know what to do, or how to react.

“You never let me down, I am so in awe of you every single day. There is nothing to be scared or nervous about. I’ve got a feeling tonight might just be your night.”

“I hope so.”

—

Masterlist

[hoseok-wang]

When You Have Damaged Fingers From Playing Guitar ~ BTS Reaction

Jin:

Your head shook as Jin walked into your bedroom with a bag of ice in hand, placing it around your fingers as best as he could, pressing it nice and tight to your skin.

“Icing hands is supposed to help,” he informed you before you had the chance to question what he was doing, “I’ve read up about it.”

“That’s all well and good, but this is freezing,” you frowned, biting down on your bottom lip to try and overcome the cold as best as you could.

His head nodded blankly at you, “how else are you going to stop your fingers from hurting, the cold will be worth it when you can start playing again.”

A light sigh came from you in response, “the cold is horrible, I think I’d rather just play with sore fingers if this is what it takes to recover.”

“No way,” Jin quickly protested, holding tighter onto your hand as you tried to pull away, “you’re no good to anyone if you play with sore fingers, it’ll hurt more too.”

“Then can you just hurry up and ice my fingers before I freeze please,” you requested, staring at the ice pack he held in his hand.

“Only if you stop being so dramatic.”

Yoongi:

As you felt a hand come across to snatch the guitar pick out of your hand, you knew there was only one person who could be stood behind you and watching you closely.

“You’ve played nonstop all day, you need to rest before you end up breaking your fingers or something,” he sighed, taking your guitar out of your hands.

“My fingers aren’t even that sore,” you argued, but as Yoongi took a look for himself, he could see just how red and damaged they were from your day.

His head shook back at you, “you need to make sure that you look after yourself, look at how red they are, that could bruise or anything Y/N.”

Your eyes closed as you listened to him closely, “I just really wanted to get this piece finished before I went to bed, but it’s not working.”

“Then just leave it for tomorrow,” he pleaded, pressing a kiss to each of your fingers, “don’t overwork yourself and end up causing more damage.”

“You’re not going to let me carry on playing now anyway,” you sighed, knowing all too well how stubborn he was when he wanted you to do something.”

“Of course, not, I’m going to make you rest.”

Hoseok:

Your smile grew as Hobi took your hand in his, beginning to massage along the backs of your hands, along each finger delicately to take care of it.

“I can’t believe how sore your hands look,” Hobi frowned, furrowing his brows at the state of your hands that had been caused by your guitar.

“I think I��ve just got used to the pain,” you anxiously chuckled, only making him feel worse for not realising sooner the state that you found yourself in.

His head shook back at you, “you have to start stopping when your fingers get bad, as much as I like looking after you, it’s no good Y/N.”

Your smile continued to grow, “selfishly, I quite like having you look after me, you always did know how to give a good massage.”

“I’ve learnt from my years in the industry to know when to look after tools and instruments,” he smiled, lifting up your hands, “and these are one.”

“I’m lucky you’re the one here to look after me in that case,” you chuckled, “what would I end up doing without you?”

“Luckily, you don’t have to think about that.”

Namjoon:

Your head shook as Namjoon sat you down and began to lecture you on all the things you needed to do to stop your hands becoming so damaged whilst you played.

“If you don’t look after your hands then you won’t even hands to play the guitar with,” he warned you, exaggerating entirely to try and make you see.

“My hands are a tiny bit red; I’ve seen your body a lot worse when I’ve been to visit you in the studio before,” you argued, but Namjoon wasn’t having any of it.

His eyes stared across at you, “I’m telling you this because I care Y/N, this isn’t about me, it’s about looking after you instead.”

You matched his expression as you looked over at him, “a bit of pain in my fingers isn’t the end of the world, you’re worrying too much.”

“I never worry too much,” he quickly assured you, “but I know how stubborn you are, and so I’ll listen to your body even if you don’t.”

“I’m not stubborn,” you argued, only proving his point as Namjoon raised his eyebrows across at you with a shake of his head.

“You are definitely stubborn, no arguments.”

Jimin:

His eyes widened when he walked into your bedroom to see you still playing your guitar, noticing instantly how red your fingers were as you tried to perfect the chords.

“That’s enough for one day,” he announced once you’d finished what you were doing, walking over to try and take your guitar from your hands.

“What are you doing?” You frowned as you tried to hold onto it, but Jimin was far too strong, taking it out of your hold quite easily.

He placed your guitar back in its stand, “your fingers are bright red Y/N, that’s the first I noticed, it’s a sign that you need to stop.”

You slumped down into your chair, “they’re not bad, they’ve been a lot worse before, you didn’t need to take my guitar from me.”

“It’s the only way to get you to listen,” he protested, “I know you love it, but you need to take care of your body as well.”

“I am,” you argued, but as Jimin raised your hands up, you could see just how damaged your hands had become throughout the day.

“Your guitar will be here for you to play tomorrow.”

Taehyung:

You’d searched the house high and low for any sign of your guitar, but it was nowhere to be found, the only hint you had was the smirk that was on Taehyung’s face.

“Looking for something?” He innocently asked, but the two of you both knew that he was the mastermind behind hiding your guitar.

“You know exactly what I’m looking for,” you sighed, staring across at him, “where’ve you put it, or more to the point, why?”

His hands reached out to take a hold of yours, “you’re damaging your fingers too much recently, so I’ve hidden it so that you can finally take a rest.”

Your eyes rolled back at him in frustration, “my fingers are absolutely fine, you just worry too much about me, that’s all this is.”

“I’ll bring it back tomorrow,” he vowed, “but for now it’s in a safe space where I know that you can’t get to, so you have no choice but to relax.”

“You’re serious about this, aren’t you?” You frowned, only for his head to nod back at you. “First thing tomorrow, I get it back?”

“If your fingers are healed, then yes, you will.”

Jungkook:

Your eyebrows furrowed when you walked into your studio to see that your guitar wasn’t in its stand, but in Jungkook’s hands, sat in your chair as he strummed.

“I’m not letting you play today because your fingers are sore,” he stated, continuing to play anything that came to mind to stop you getting it.

“I need to practice,” you argued, but Jungkook’s head shook, moving the chair further back with every step that you took closer towards him.

His eyes glanced across the room to look at you, “you need to look after yourself, your hands are your tools to play this, and if they’re sore, then you can’t play.”

Your eyes flickered down to study your hands closely, “they’re not even as red as they were yesterday, I can play with just a little bit of pain.”

“Nope,” Jungkook chimed, continuing to back away from you. “One day away from your guitar won’t do you any harm, so it’s mine today instead.”

“If you break it, I’ll kill you,” you quickly warned, no matter how much time Jungkook spent with instruments, you never trusted him with yours.

“I’ll take good care of it, don’t you worry.”

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When You Ask Them To Use Honorifics With You ~ BTS Reaction

Jin:

His eyes widened as you finished your question, not quite sure whether you were joking or not with him by the blank look on your face.

“If you want me to call you noona, then I can,” Jin whispered, still slightly unsure whether to trust you or not. “Is this really something you want for us to do?”

“It’s just respectful, don’t you think? Is it alright with you?”

Jin’s head nodded, forcing a smile onto his face, letting go of a light chuckle. “It’s going to take me a bit of time to get used to calling you noona though, so you might have to forgive me if I make a mistake every now and then.”

“I’m not expecting perfection,” you quickly pointed out to him, “I just want to feel respected by you in our relationship, like it’s supposed to be for us.”

“Of course, I completely understand where you’re coming from…noona.”

“It’ll get easier, don’t worry.”

Yoongi:

You could almost see the relief on Yoongi’s face when you mentioned honorifics, almost as if the thought had crossed his mind too.

“I wanted to have the conversation, but I didn’t know how to bring it up,” he admitted, sighing softly. “At least I know that we’re on the same page about it.”

“You were really willing to call me noona so easily?”

His head nodded back at you, allowing his smile to continue to grow. “It’s a sign of respect ultimately, so I want for you and others to know that I have a great respect for you as my elder, and as my partner too.”

“I feel the exact same way,” you responded, feeling the relief yourself. “I just know that some people don’t like the use of honorifics in a relationship.”

“We’re still equals, just respectful of each other too, it’s all good.”

“I’m glad that we see things the same.”

Hoseok:

His body tensed up as soon as the word noona was muttered from his lips, feeling your eyes dart across to look at him in surprise too.

“It sounds so strange,” he whispered, trying to make more of a conscious effort to use it, “I don’t have many women around me that I need to call noona.”

“But you use honorifics all the time with the boys and staff?”

Although Hobi knew you were right, using it with his partner was definitely something new to him. “I’m not saying I won’t call you noona, I’m just saying that I think I might need to get used to addressing you by it.”

“It’ll get easier, a habit in no time,” you optimistically responded, “as long as there’s a respect there, then honorifics don’t matter too much to me.”

“I respect you without honorifics, but I’ll still abide by your wishes.”

“Thank you, that means a lot.”

Namjoon:

It was almost as if Namjoon knew what you were going to say before you finished your sentence, already nodding his head across at you.

“It’s right that I call you noona, even as a partner,” he stated, determined to stick with tradition as he always did. “That was what you were asking, right?”

“It was. I just feel like honorifics are appropriate for us right now.”

Namjoon nodded in agreement with you, especially as you were still learning so much about each other. “Over time, hopefully I’ll be able to address you as something else, but for now, noona will definitely do the trick.”

“I’ll be still your noona, even as your jagi,” you quickly warned him, “age doesn’t just stop because we’re dating, don’t go forgetting that part.”

“You can be my jagi and my noona, you know me, always very respectful.”

“Respectful is definitely what you are.”

Jimin:

A teasing smile graced Jimin’s face as soon as you mentioned using honorifics, or more specifically, being addressed as noona by him.

“That’s not fair, if I have to call you noona, then you have to call me dongsaeng,” he responded, smugly glancing across at you, knowing you were cornered.

“You really want me to call you dongsaeng? Even in front of your friends?”

His head nodded with determination, with the smile on his face only getting wider and wider. “I’ll respect you and call you noona, and you respect me and call me dongsaeng, it’s only fair for us both, don’t you think?”

“I do,” you whispered, still surprised by his proposition, “I don’t give it long until you get embarrassed by me calling you dongsaeng though.”

“I love that you’ll call me dongsaeng, I won’t ever get embarrassed by it too.”

“You just wait and see on that one.”

Taehyung:

The moment you mentioned addressing you as noona, Taehyung’s expression dropped. You were a little taken aback as he looked to you.

“You’re not even that much older than me, is calling you noona really that important?” He sighed, evidently not impressed by your suggestion.

“It’s over a year Taehyung, that makes me your noona, doesn’t it?”

His head slowly nodded, sensing that he was fighting a losing battle. “Fine, I will address you as noona if that’s what you want, just don’t go telling people that I’m too much younger than you, I don’t want that.”

“No one would care even if they found out,” you tried to argue, but his head shook back at you. “By however much, I’m still older than you Taehyung.”

“I know, and I respect that, which is why I’m willing to cool you noona.”

“Reluctantly but thank you anyway.”

Jungkook:

His head nodded as soon as you asked him whether he would be comfortable calling you noona, almost as if it was nothing.

“I’ve got six hyungs already, adding a noona to that will be easily,” he smiled, giggling away to himself, “it makes me feel pretty grown up too.”

“It’s just an honorific Jungkook, it’s not that big of a deal really.”

His head shook, staring across at you, “I enjoy being the youngest, it’s all I’ve ever known. Secretly I always hoped one day I’d have a noona who would love me, and now I’ve finally got what I want with you.”

“The way your mind works really does confuse me sometimes,” you admitted, “I didn’t realise honorifics were that important to you to be honest.”

“Of course, they are. That’s one of the main things my hyungs told me.”

“They tell you a lot, not always good too.”

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You Have A Fall When He’s On Tour During Your Pregnancy ~ Jimin Drabble

With Jimin away it was up to you to keep the house steady, cooking, cleaning, washing, there was no one else to do it for you, you had to take the responsibility on yourself. You’d stacked a pile of washing up high for you to do, picking it up, making your way down the stairs.

The height of the pile meant you couldn’t quite see where you stepped, resting the washing on your bump, you judged the best you could, until you felt your foot slip. Instinctively you dropped the washing, trying to reach for the bannisters, missing them, tumbling down the stairs.

You sighed, quickly resting your hands on the bump, feeling a light kick against the palm of your hand. You smiled in relief, but as soon as you tried to move, your face dropped, a horrific pain shot along your back, quickly collapsing back down.

Reaching into the back pocket of your jeans, you pulled your phone out, calling yourself an ambulance just to be sure. Without anyone there, you had to be responsible, putting your baby first before your stubbornness to carry on as if nothing had happened.

The ambulance arrived, placing you on a stretcher to take you to the hospital. You were wheeled out of your home, acknowledged by the bright flashes of cameras outside the front of your face, desperate to get their headline as soon as they saw the ambulance.

You chose not to tell Jimin in fear that he would panic, the baby was fine, even if you weren’t, there was no need for him to come home. It would only add to the stress if he knew you’d fallen, knowing he would be home as soon as possible, not caring about the tour.

He sat backstage with the boys in the arena when several mentions amongst his social media came through. Sure, he got plenty of notifications, but never as many as he did right now.

His heart sunk when he saw the pictures, you laid out on the stretcher, four paramedics loading you up into the back of the ambulance. Instantly his mind wondered to the baby, his heart was pounding in fear that it was something serious.

“Jimin, you alright?” Namjoon asked, sitting beside him.

“N-no,” he stuttered, handing Namjoon the phone. “Why didn’t she tell me? Why has no one told me? She’s carrying my child for goodness sake.”

“Hey,” Namjoon comforted him, wrapping his arm around him, “I’m sure there’s a reasonable explanation, imagine how scary this must all be for Y/N too. Just take a breath and calm yourself down, you need to get home.”

Jimin looked at him making sure he knew what he was saying. The boys were never allowed to just go home, they had dedications and priorities that were far more important.

“Jimin, you’ve got to get home, whatever’s happened, Y/N can’t go through it without you.”

“I know,” he sighed, taking his phone back.

He dialled your number a couple of times, the call ringing through to your voicemail. Unable to hear your voice, he knew that he was left with no other decision. Despite the hour before they went on stage, Jimin headed down to the airport, booking the quickest flight home.

Somehow he got in contact with the hospital, finding your location, getting there in just a few hours after getting on the quickest flight, hailing a taxi from the bay.

You laid fast asleep on your hospital bed, awaiting the results of the scans you’d had done. You were calm and relaxed after nurses made sure your baby was safe.

A light knock at the door was enough to make you stir, looking up to see Jimin peering into the room. You sighed, knowing he’d be angry with you as he walked over by your side.

“I’m sorry,” you quickly told him, before he had the chance to speak. “I should have told you, I just didn’t want to worry you.”

“You worried me more by not telling me. Is everything alright, with you? The baby?”

“Baby is fine,” you smiled, taking a hold of his hand, “I’ve got a bit of pain, they’ve done some scans so I’ll find out soon if there’s any damage.”

He nodded, sitting down once he safely knew that the baby was safe, letting go of a sigh of relief. You glanced over noticing how exhausted he looked, tour certainly took it out of you.

“What happened?” He asked, fearful to hear what you’d done. He knew you were stubborn and refused to stop doing anything despite being pregnant.

“I fell down the stairs carrying some washing down, it was just a slip of the foot, no big deal.”

“I hate how relaxed you are,” he chuckled, pressing a kiss to the back of your hand. “Are you not scared?”

You shook your head. “The baby is safe, what have I got to be scared about? A little scrape on me is the least of my worries, trust me.”

Your eyes met, softly smiling, reassuring him that you were feeling good. “I wish you would have told me,” he admitted, “you should’ve known that I would came straight back, you can’t keep serious things like this from me.”

“I didn’t want to worry you, I may be pregnant, but I am capable. You’re on tour, you don’t need to worry about us?”

“How can you say that?” He asked. “The two of you are my world, I think about you every second of every day, even if I am on tour. Looking out at the crowd I always imagine you there, going to sleep at night, I picture you there beside me.”

“Jimin,” you whispered, tilting your head to face him, “I’m sorry. I hate that you’re on tour right now, I wish you could be here with me, enjoying this pregnancy together.”

“Well I’m certainly here now.”

You both chuckled, shaking your heads at each other. He finally settled, seeing for himself that you were fine in yourself, a scrape or an ache could be easily fixed. His heartbeat settled, his body stopped shaking, squeezing at your hand gently.

“I’m not going back,” he told you, “I can’t. You need me, my family needs me. I love BTS, but I love you more. If I was there today, maybe this would never of happened.”

“You can’t think like that,” you sympathised, “you can’t blame yourself. No one was to know this would happen, the only thing we do know, is that everyone is okay. There’s no need to worry or panic, tomorrow we can go back home and just enjoy the last month of pregnancy.”

“I’m going to be keeping an extra close eye on you,” he chuckled, bringing your hand up again to his lips, “I love you so much, I’m going to protect you from this very moment, I’m not going away again, I’m yours.”

“Even when I’ve got chores for you to do?”

“Especially when you’ve got chores for me to do. I can’t wait to learn how to use a washing machine.”

You sniggered, shaking your head at him. “I love you too, thank you for coming to be here with me.”

“Always.”

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Lack Of Affection ~ Min Yoongi

Your heart dropped as you watched Yoongi walk into the living room, noticing how quick he was to take a seat on the sofa that was on the opposite end of the room to where you sat down.

“How was your day?” You smiled as he made himself comfortable, unable to so much as look across in your direction as he moved around in the seat. “Did you get that song of yours finished?”

After a few moments, his head nodded back across at you. “The song just needs to be looked at by the producer, and then I think it might be good to go. I’m excited for you to hear it.”

“Me too,” you acknowledged, moving across the room to take a seat beside Yoongi on the same sofa, hoping to encourage a little more from him. “That snippet of the lyrics that you showed me the other week looked fantastic.”

Despite your hopes getting up, you received nothing from Yoongi after you sat down on the sofa. You knew that physical affection wasn’t completely his style, the distance between you both even made you unsettled.

Yoongi’s way of showing you how he felt was subtle at the best of times, but no matter how many times you tried to drop hints his way, he continued to ignore you.

When your hand dropped to rest against his leg, you hoped that there would be a small reaction from Yoongi, but again you were ignored. After a few moments of waiting, you moved your hand to rest back in your lap again, letting go of a gentle sigh which Yoongi quickly caught onto, glancing across to look at you.

His brows furrowed as you averted your eyes down to look at the floor, unable to quite bring yourself to look Yoongi in the eye. He studied you for a moment, but the way that you shied away encouraged him to drop things.

“What’s been going on?” You questioned, still staring down after giving yourself a moment to compose yourself, “are you really sure that you’re alright?”

“Yeah, of course,” Yoongi responded, his voice much chirpier than it was a few moments ago.

You were never one to push things, usually you were more than happy to move on and forget, but the lack of affection on Yoongi’s part was beginning to get under your skin.

As another sigh came from you again, Yoongi looked to you once more, shaking his head across at you. “You’ve asked me if I’m alright, but are you alright? You’ve seemed a little off.”

“I’m good,” you lied, unable to find the right moment to truly open up to Yoongi about how you were feeling. “there’s just been a few things going on in the back of my mind, but I know you’ve been busy, so it doesn’t matter too much.”

It didn’t take much for Yoongi to sense what was wrong with you, he knew in himself that affection was a department that he struggled in, every time he wanted to try and do more.

“What if we agree to talk about the problem together?”

When your head nodded in response to him, Yoongi felt a wave of relief wash over him. He felt guilty more than anything else that he wasn’t able to give you the affection that you were deserving of as his partner.

“I feel bad,” Yoongi suddenly confessed, cautiously moving his hand across to rest against your leg, “because I think I know what has truly been on your mind.”

You felt your stomach knot as his hand rested against you, delicately touching your side. He could sense your breath hitching as you tried to keep your composure.

“I wish that I could do more for you, hug you more, kiss you more, but it’s not been that easy for me,” he began to open up to you, “I’ve never really had to be affectionate before.”

You were stunned to hear him say it aloud, as if he could read exactly what had been going through your mind, all of the things you had bottled up were suddenly coming out.

“I don’t want you to ever feel uncomfortable,” you told him, “but at the same time I want to feel like I’m in a relationship too, not just a friendship.”

Yoongi’s head nodded back at you, understanding everything that you had to say. Every time he wanted to do more, he found something in the back of his mind telling him to stop, almost as if it was the wrong thing to do.

“I don’t want you to feel guilty, if that’s how you feel.”

“How can I not?” He asked you, “and that’s not because you’ve made me feel guilty, in my heart I feel guilty because I want to show you how much my heart loves you.”

Your eyes slowly turned up to look across at Yoongi, offering a weak smile to him as well. “Being in love is so much more than just physical affection, there’s other ways that you’ve shown me that you like me before Yoongi.”

His head shook back across at you, it was never that he liked you, he loved you, even if he couldn’t find the right way to show you. Too many people would have probably walked away from him, but instead you stayed and tried to understand.

“We’re going to sort things out,” he assured you.

You were confident that opening up about the main problem in your relationship would make loving each other a little easier. The two of you just needed to understand each other, but that was never something that could be done overnight.

“Please, don’t feel guilty,” you asked of him, “maybe a little more affection wouldn’t be so bad, but you don’t have to do too much either, be someone that you’re not.”

“I want to be a good partner for you,” he smiled, moving his hand off of your leg and across to drape over your shoulders, “to be honest, I just want to be a bit more of a partner and stop treating you as if you’re just a friend. You shouldn’t be afraid to be close to me, and I feel like you are a little bit right now.”

Your head shook back at him, “it’s not that I’ve been uncomfortable, I’ve just been worried about being a little too much for you.”

His heart felt heavy knowing that despite your own concerns, he was still at the forefront of your mind. He wished that he could have thought a little more about you, rather than focusing on his own guilt instead.

“I’m glad that we’ve spoken about this,” Yoongi whispered.

Your head nodded in agreement with him, “I’m glad that we have too, knowing how the two of us are feeling is certainly going to help us to be in a much closer relationship in the future, which is what we want, right?”

“Of course,” he acknowledged, “I’m going to have a few lessons to learn, but I’m going to make sure that I learn them and grow as a boyfriend.”

For the first time, your smile was sincere across at him, “you’re already a good boyfriend, don’t doubt yourself over one small thing.”

“Don’t worry, I’ll be exactly what you need.”

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