jeoning

[jeoning]

whipped / kth

Pairing: kth x reader

Genre: fluff

Length: 630 words

You took a deep breath in inhaling the cold air of the night while you soak your feet in the pond and admiring the reflection of the moon that projected on the surface of the water.

The forest was calm and quiet, only the faint whistle of the wind, the rushing of leaves and the water moving could be heard. It was so peaceful that you smiled.

The bright moon above shine brightly in the sky that you could see many tiny, little stars. You felt like a kid again, a kid that dreamt of viewing the stars at night, a kid that had hopes of catching a shooting star and make an unrealistic wish.

Your smile soon stretched as you softly let out giggles.

Your nonstop giggling awaken a certain someone as he makes his way towards you quietly. He doesn’t say anything and simply sits next to you on the log before taking off his sandals and dipping his feet into the cold water as well.

“How long have you been here?” He whispered as if talking too loud would ruin this peaceful atmosphere. He doesn’t look at you, his eyes staring ahead.

“Twenty minutes or so?” You replied just as quietly. “Did I wake you?”

He shakes his head slowly before turning to look at you. It doesn’t take long before you felt his stare and you turn your head as well.

“What’s wrong?” You tilt your head slightly and frown, feeling concerned.

His heart beats a little bit quicker than usual by the simple gesture. “Nothing~” he coos and pinches your cheek to hide his flustered self.

“Ow, ow!” You slap his hand away and rub on your cheek. “Taehyung, that hurts, what’d you do that for?!”

“Because,” he places his hands on each side of your cheeks before attempting to squish them having you looking like a fish. “You are so cute and adorable, aw, look at my baby, so cuuuute.”

He’s baby talking you and you couldn’t help but wonder what has gotten into him so suddenly, but you don’t mind because he’s smiling and having fun — even though your cheeks are starting to hurt.

“Hey,” your attempt to stop him doesn’t work as your words along the lines of “my cheeks hurt, can you stop?” sounded like a foreign language.

I have hands, right. Your hands reach the sides of his waist before you tickle him.

His laughter erupts throughout the forest making you join him seconds later.

“Okay, s-stop!”

“If you promise not to squish my cheeks again.”

“Nope,” he says immediately but soon regrets as you tickle him again, harder. “Okay! Promise!”

You stop and giggle. “That’s what you get.”

Taehyung pouts cutely making you internally scream, but it is later replaced with a his signature grin. “But it’s true, you’re so adorable: it hurts my heart.”

His statement takes you aback and makes you fluster. Still, you felt all warm and giddy having him say that.

“I-it’s time to get inside and sleep. You’re definitely tired.” You get up and waited for him to get up as well, but he doesn’t.

“I’m not sleepy,” he frowns but it was just lovable too look at.

“Stop being a baby, you’re gonna say weird things again.”

“But I’m your baby,” he gets up as his height towers yours.

“Then, what am I?” You raise a brow.

“My baby.”

“We can’t be both babies.”

“Then... let’s make a baby.” He wriggles his eyebrows and approaches you.

You mentally facepalm and sigh. “See? You really need to sleep, you’ve stayed too late to think straight.”

“You know what else is-“

You shoot him a glare and he purses his lips.

“Okay, let’s go to sleep,” he awkwardly laughs before following you to the lodge.

[jeoning]

family / kth

Pairing: kth x reader

Genre: a bit of fluff, a bit of angst. slice of life kinda thing

Length: 1.5k words

The room illuminates as the sunlight starts to creep through the windows of the bedroom.

Taehyung sleeps soundly and peacefully not minding the light hitting his face. His arm rakes the spot next to him, trying to grab that one thing, that not only is the perfect fit against his body as he hugs to sleep but also the most precious gem he has ever found.

You.

He finds the spot empty, but still warm meaning you had left a few minutes ago.

It takes him a few minutes staying still before he stretches his body and gets up, his hair disheveled but still had a soft feel to it. He was adorable too look at as his face was all puffed up and to add: his small pout that makes you want to give him endless pecks.

“Y/n?” He calls for you, his voice hoarse and low from waking up.

The silence makes him wonder where you could have gone so early. Yes, it was almost 11, but since it was Saturday, you usually, both of you, sleep in a little more.

Surely, you’d be in the kitchen making something for breakfast like you always did is what he thought, but he smelt nothing. It was strangely quiet and he didn’t like it.

He got out of bed along with a yawn before making his way out to look for you.

As he walks down the corridor of the second floor, he calls your name a few times but still got nothing as an answer which makes him worry to death. He even opens and checks each room, and still no sign of you anywhere. Then he goes straight to the staircase, descending rapidly almost like he’s ready for a morning jog.

Once down, he softly calls you, not just by your name but every other affectionate names he has called you since the beginning of your relationship; and that includes both the ones you weren’t so fond of.

“Baby dwarf?” He chuckles to himself as soon as the name leaves his lips, a memory of long ago playing through his mind.

Despite trying to make himself feel at ease, he still has no idea where you were. That is, until he walks by the bathroom door and hears water running.

“Sweetheart?”

You heard him through the door and your heart aches. It was one of the names that made you feel the happiest and most special, but right now, even if your heart was swelling, you wanted nothing but to cry your eyes out.

Turning the faucet, you hum a response only to have him frown from the other side. He knew something wasn’t right for many reasons but one of them was that you had locked the door when habitually you don’t. Ever. Unless something was up, like you throwing up or having your periods.

“Are you okay?” His voice was fill with concern and you hated yourself for making him worry.

“I’m fine, just... washing up. I’ll make breakfast soon-“

“Open the door. Please.” His hand was on the knob twisting it slightly in hopes it was unlocked. “Please. I need to know, no- I need to see that you’re okay.”

You clear your throat before speaking. “O-Okay, wait a sec,” you look at your reflection in the mirror, checking if the swelling in your eyes were gone and if they were less red before going to turn the lock for him to enter.

He pushes the door slowly before peeking his head inside. Once it was open wide, he steps in immediately trudging towards you as he eyes your face carefully.

You knew that he knew something, or at least he’ll know that you have been crying. Taehyung has always been observant, there was no way of hiding things from him because he will make you tell him no matter what.

“Taehyung, I-“

“It’s okay, you don’t have to tell me.” His hand rests on top of your head, but the kind gesture makes you whimper as your lips start to tremble.

You look up, eyes teary once again. “Tae-“

“Shh, shh,” he pulls you in his arms, stroking your hair gently. “I told you, when you’re-“

You shake your head against his chest as tears starts to run down your cheeks. “No, I have to tell you. Oh my god...” you had trouble trying to breathe. Just the thought of breaking the news to him gave you a headache.

There were so many thoughts racing though your mind. You didn’t know how to tell him. I’m pregnant, Tae, that’s too direct; you know, we should always use protection, because haha, maybe if the atmosphere was lighter you could have pull this one, but not today; we’re gonna be parents, soon, you’ve thought about this one as well, but... you didn’t have the courage to say something.

It seems like something so easy considering the time you’ve been together. Even so, you were scared of his reaction. What if he’s against of having a baby right now? As for you, knowing the father of your child was Taehyung makes you the happiest person, but you thought that maybe he wasn’t ready. He loves kids, he adores them and so do you, but never have you guys spoken a word about the subject.

“Baby?”

Your stomach flips as your heart beats uncontrollably hearing the word “baby” despite knowing that he was just calling you, yet your tears were pooling even more as you started to sob.

“Hey, it’s okay, everything’s gonna be fine, okay?”

Even his comforting words don’t have any affect on you at the moment.

You shake your head vigorously against his chest. “It’s not, Tae! I’m pregnant!”

His hands freeze mid air from stroking your hair and his body went stiff from hearing the news.

You took a step back and turn towards the bathtub taking the test that laid there on the surface before turning back wanting to show him, but your legs go weak as you went to sit on your knees, sobbing louder.

Taehyung stood still not moving an inch. His arms have fallen to his sides; his eyes were lost in the distance staring at nothing in particular; his heart hammered loudly; and his ears had this ringing sound going on.

After around two minutes and a half, his soul comes back to him as he immediately crouches down upon seeing you bawl your eyes out.

He takes the pregnancy test in his hand, examining the lines that shown before sniffling as well.

“It’s okay, sweetheart. I told you, didn’t I? We’ll be fine.” He cups your face and smiles. His eyes were watery, but he refused to cry.

“I’m so sorry, Tae. I know you don’t want-“

“I want it. The baby, please keep it.”

You search into his eyes trying to find any possible lies but all that he reflected was the truth. Taehyung wants to keep the baby, he wants to raise him or her.

“I don’t know where you got the idea that I don’t want a baby, but know this,” he presses your foreheads together before he inhales and exhales deeply. “I love kids and I absolutely love you, and knowing that you’re the mother of this baby makes me the happiest man. I’m not saying this to make you feel better, but it’s the truth. I’ve always, always, dreamed of having a family together — you and me. It’s just that we never got the chance to talk about it; I’m sorry.”

You whimper listening to his sincere words. You were busting with love for the man in front of you more than you could ever imagine.

A tear drops before he continues. “And if you thought that it is too early for a family, I’ll respect that and support whatever decisions you make.”

“I’ll keep it,” you say almost immediately after finding out that he was ready to take care of the child with you.

“Wait- w-what?” He says bewildered.

You smile genuinely through your tears as your hands come in contact with his larger ones. “We’ll get through this. Together, right?”

He smiles as another tear rolls down before he starts to cry. “Thank you, thank you so, so much.” He hugs you tight burying his face in your shoulder before silently crying tears of happiness.

When you pull away, you smile at him and look down at your stomach. “Mommy will try to do her best, okay? I won’t be the best, but I’ll love you with all my heart.”

“You’ll do a good job, I know it.” Taehyung then puts his hand on your stomach. “Daddy is here too. I’ll also love you with all my heart- both of us will give you lots of love, okay? Oh and, baby? Please don’t hurt mommy too much when you’re gonna be around four months or I’ll feed you nasty food-“

You hit his hand and he yelps. “Don’t say that! And are you saying that you will feed me nasty food, huh, Taehyung?”

“If the baby’s feisty, it’s definitely from you.”

You roll your eyes but a smile still made its way to your lips knowing that your dream of having your little family with Taehyung will soon come true.

[jeoning]

dance partner / pjm

Pairing: pjm x reader

Genre: fluff

Length: 1.6k words

Summary: Being one of the best students in your group, your dance teacher decided to pair you up with one of his other best students from another group. Both you and Jimin have to master a choreography and later teach it to the students. 

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Dancing was the only thing you did whenever you were stressed, or whenever your mood was down. It has been in your life for so long and was one of your few rescue options when you weren’t well. You couldn’t live without it.

Changing into something more comfortable, you continued to dance freely. Your teacher was nice enough to let you stop by an hour before the lesson, meaning the room was all yours.

Your phone plugged to a speaker, you press on the shuffle button and let the music play. It was an upbeat song, hip hop genre — your favorite kind to start off your warm up. 

While you dance, completely lost in your own world, a boy was walking along the corridor, making his way to the men’s changing room.

Due to your loud music and the fact that you did not closed the door, he didn’t miss any of it. He puts his towel around his neck and stands near the doorway, leaning his body on it. 

You were so engrossed that you didn’t felt his presence. 

At times when you had to do provocative moves such as body rolling, lip biting and so on, he would widen his eyes or have a small smile on the corner of his lips.

“Ah, Jimin! You’re done?”

You quickly stop and went to turn off the music, hearing your teacher yelling something. You turn your head towards the direction of his voice and see him talking to someone, but you didn’t know who because he was hidden behind a wall. 

Unplugging your phone from the stereo, you brought your stuff into the corner where you sat there playing on your device. 

In no time, the room started to get louder and louder with people talking. Right, we’re mixed with the other group for a month or something...

After everyone did a five-minute stretch, it was time to learn new steps.

“Okay, Y/n will show us.” The teacher smiles at you as you stand up and make your way to the center, showing them what you’ve learned. 

Everyone in class knew that you were a quick learner, that is why it was no surprise that your teacher had picked you, plus you were going to help the others anyways.

“Please, get into pairs,” he later said.

You walk towards a girl that you have talked with a few times, but your teacher stops you. “You’re already paired. I’ll pair up with her, okay?”

You were confused but agreed.

"Jimin!" The teacher calls.

You look around the room and see a guy waving his hand before he jogs towards you.

“Yeah?”

"Didn't you hear?" The instructor had a hint of annoyance in his voice. "I said to get in teams of two, not three! Leave Hoseok and Yoongi alone."

Jimin takes a quick glance at you and smiles in which you return one back.

"Have fun, you know what to do, you two!" With that, he left and went to see your friend.

"Jimin?" You called him, making him hum in response. "Are you a good dancer? Can you do what he showed us earlier?"

It wasn’t mean to be rude. You just wanted to know if your teacher paired you up with a skilled partner. 

A smirk appears on his face as he takes a step forward. "Of course, I do. I may not be the best listener, but dancing is something else."

A grin forms on your lips at his confidence. 

The two of you danced and danced, skipping the teaching parts since both of you already learned and remembered more than half of the choreography.

Without you two knowing, the class had stop and was looking at you two dancing together. Both of you were smiling at each other whenever your eyes would meet, completely forgetting about your surroundings.

"That was great!" The teacher exclaimed, followed by cheers and handclaps from the others.

You two immediately stop and looked at each other, slowly regaining your breaths as your cheeks slowly redden.

"Jimin, Y/n! You two learn quickly! My place will be taken by the two of you soon," he said jokingly.

You and Jimin seperate ways and went to help others.

Every evening, you would go to the dance studio and dance to your heart's content. Sometimes you would bump into Jimin, and the two of you would start a small competition.

What you didn't know was that Jimin has always been there. On days when you didn't see him, he was not so far away, secretly looking at you dance while he copies. He was captivated by you. He couldn’t take his eyes off you. He was just mesmerized by you, your body, by your movements — everything, but what about you?

Sure, he was the flirtatious type, he would make jokes, make you smile and laugh by doing the smallest things, but you couldn't decide if it was that loving feeling yet. Something you admire in him was how he was so passionate about dancing. He doesn't seem like the serious type, but when it comes to dancing, he's a different person. You slowly were attracted and attached by him.

"Hey, Y/n!" The said man snaps his finger at you to get your attention. "Y/n!"

You come to your senses and see his face close to you, making you stagger backwards.

"Are you okay? You were in a daze."

"Yeah, just thinking..."

"About me?" He smirked and peered in your face.

You smack his arm and went to put on music. "Let's dance."

The two of you did the choreography that the teacher had worked on, adding and changing a few steps. The way your bodies were syncing together was unbelievable. He was checking you out through the mirror and you did the same as well, smiling a few times whenever you would make eye contact.

It was when you two had to come closer that you stumbled on your feet.

"I-I'm sorry," you apologized, heat rising to your face to the tip of your ear.

"It's fine," he said, oblivious to the situation. "Let's do it again."

He went to put the song back to the part that you messed up, while you slowly regain your composure. This time, it wasn't that bad, you were able to do it with your heart pounding loudly.

"Yeah! We nailed it!" He exclaimed. His eyes turned crescent shape as his lips were stretching upwards for a huge smile that made your heart melt. "Now. Let's do something even better."

You cocked your head to the side, not understanding what he meant until he put on that one song you had danced to when you were alone.

He gestures you to stand next to him before he starts to dance.

Your eyes grew wide as he was executing your moves. 

It didn't take long for you to join in with him; he couldn't stop but look at you with a challenging gaze, making you want to do nothing but show him what you can do.

It was different. You used to do it alone, but now that Jimin was dancing your choreography, it felt as if it was made to be danced by two people.

The song was almost coming to an end, you were all smiles, enjoying the experience. Jimin, on the other hand, was stupidly in love with you. Every time you would dance, he was always the first one to look at you.

If only you realize and felt the same. 

He improvises the last move: instead of facing the front, he takes the opportunity of you turning around to slowly take you by the waist, spinning you around, making both of you face each other, bodies pressed together.

"Isn't it better like this?" He said quietly, looking into your eyes.

You could feel his hot breath against your skin, making your face flush. It reddens more when you realize how close your bodies were. You try to get out of his grasp, but his arm was still around your waist, not wanting to let go

“J-Jimin... I-I need to go...”

“To where?” He asked softly.

Your heart was beating at an uncontrollable speed, it was impossible for him to not feel it.

"Y/n... Look at me."

You slowly look up and was welcomed by a warm smile. "I love you," he confessed to you, before loosening his hold.

Who knew that the simple three-word phrase would make you so speechless yet so shy and lost. At this point, it wasn't just butterflies in your stomachs, but a bunch of wild animals.

"I assume, you too?" He said, pointing to your face.

You were smiling without knowing.

You act cool and scoffed. "I didn't say a word." You turn your back on him and walk away to hide the immense smile you were wearing.

When you reached the door, you turn around, softly returning his words.

After you weren't in sight, Jimin stood there in the dance room, looking up at the ceiling with a content feeling.

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"Jimin and Y/n will show you the whole thing!" The teacher cheerfully says.

Everyone sits down on the sides while you and Jimin headed to the center of the room.

The music plays and you two were even better than the last time and the class couldn't agree more. You two looked like pros.

"I couldn't expect any less," the teacher praised both of you. "I could feel it, you two were communicating through it, the chemistry was so strong! I made the right decision to pair you two togeth—or did I also create a couple?"

You lower your gaze, making the teacher chuckle in amusement.

"Yes, you did," Jimin answered.

"I have high expectations from both of you!" The teacher left and went to see the others.

"You didn't have to say that..." you mumbled.

"I remember you saying "I do love you", yesterday?" He teased.

You roll your eyes and stretched your body, Jimin doing the same later on, both of you with smiles on your lips.

[jeoning]

broken pieces / jjk

Pairing: jjk x reader

Genre: angst but happy ending tho 

Length: 1 006 words

Warnings: swearing

"Jung-"

"Shut the fuck up."

You were taken aback by the sudden tone in his voice. It was only recently that it looks like he has become a little aggressive and impatient, but he never hurt you in anyway. Yet.

"I got this offer and-"

"Can you please stop? I’m fucking tired."

"You don’t need to raise your tone at me."

"Fuck’s sake! Can you just be quiet for a sec. So annoying."

He mumbled the last part but you manage to hear it and it hurt you deeply. Not once has he ever told you such a thing. You were mad and sad, but not personally at him. Something must’ve happened at work, is how you convinced yourself for days.

Two weeks. 

For two weeks you’ve been neglected, ignored, almost by yourself, or you could say, in other words, living with a ghost, a lost soul. A corpse.

For fourteen days, you’ve seen everythig changing, day by day. He’s been distant, unresponsive, staying in his corner and pretending as if you’ve never uttered a word to him when in fact, all you’ve been doing is try and talk to him.

What used to be days spent joking over dinner has become lifeless; good mornings became nothing; long, passionate kisses became little to no pecks; and what’s worse, one’s warmth became cold and non existent. You’ve tried, tried to reach out to him, but he wasn’t opening — breaking. You wanted him to break in front of you, so you could be the one to put him back into pieces... but the wall he built was too thick that he himself couldn’t manage to do anything.

It hurts. 

Your day continues forward and so was his, but you really hoped that he would open up and talk about it with you. 

It was during the last meal of the day that you decided that it was time to confront him, to make him talk. No matter what, you’ve had enough that it affected you badly to see him so... broken.

"Jungkook." Your voice firm, you look ahead and waited for him to respond, or at the very least, something that you would be happy to see: any sort of reaction.

"Jungkook." Saying it louder this time, you sigh when he doesn’t react to it. It’s funny how you still decided to stay with him even if you were being ignored, but that how love is, how stupid it could change one’s mind. 

Your lips trembled as tears threaten to fall down your face. What ever happens after this, you knew you were going to cry. "Please... Jungkook, I need you with me, I need you to open up to me. P-Please, talk to me, say something. J-Just say something so I know you’re there. I-I love you and I don’t want to l-lose you."

Or have I already lost you?

Jungkook, on the other hand, head hung low as he looks down at nothing in particular, has heard it all. He knew you were hurting because of him. The number of times he heard you cried during the middle of the night and that he couldn’t bring himself to comfort and hug you close to him.

But he was hurting too.

Reason why he became so distant. He didn’t want to burden you.

"I can’t fucking take it, anymore," you got up abruptly from your chair, making him flinch. 

As you walk pass him, he grabs your wrist. No words were said, but the gestures and signs were enough to break you into pieces: the shaking, the strong yet gentle grip.

Tears were already streaming down your face as short sobs leaves your trembling lips. "Jungkook, say something..."

That’s when you sobbed loudly.

One hiccup and one sniffle.

A sight you prefer not to see. A sight that would, with no doubt, make you crumble: Jungkook crying silently. If he was now, how many other times has he been crying without you knowing, how many times would you have been able to comfort him?

Both of you were crying for the same reason: the other one was in pain. 

"I-I’m so sorry, so, so, so- I’m so fucking sorry, fucking s-sorry." He kept apologizing while crying.

You shook your head and wiped his tears away despite them coming back, your thumbs were ready to wipe them. Trying your best not to cry was hard, especially after finding out all the things he’s been keeping to himself. Usually, he would talk about it casually if, for example, he made a mistake and been told off or he was unhappy about something. You didn’t know the pressure and stress he was going through for weeks because of the position he was in in his job. Even something as a minuscule error, it would get to him more than it should; feedback from others, even if they were meant to be constructive, he would take them to heart and see it as he didn’t do well, when in fact, the meaning was the complete opposite.

"Listen to me," you started as you look into his red, watery eyes. "You have to tell me, and I mean it. All of it, every single fucking details you have on anything that’s bothering you, you have to tell me."

When you see him open his mouth, you were quick to cut him off. "I won’t take no as an answer."

A faint smile appears on his lips and it couldn’t make you any happier. He looked more alive and full of life. You were already crying as your hands hid your face to prevent him from seeing. He removes them away slowly, then looks into your orbs. His heart ache seeing that your usual, bright self was slowly disappearing because of him. It was now his turn to wipe away your tears. "I don’t deserve you at all." He kisses your forehead before looking straight into your eyes. “Thank you for staying and enduring me during these shitty days... I love you, so much."

[jeoning]

good morning

Pairing: jjk x reader

Genre: fluff.

Lenght: 445 words

A/n: there’s no need for a summary, title says it all ＾◡＾

Scooting closer against his chest — even though there was little to no distance left, you let your eyes close as his arms wrapped around your frame; his chin resting on your head; his fingertips gently stroking your bare arm in slow and delicate motion; and finally, his voice... humming a soothing tune, welcoming the sun’s light in the room.

It was quiet, it was peaceful.

His heartbeat along with his calming morning voice were the only sounds you were focusing on as they made you feel at ease while staying in his arms.

If everyday you could wake up like this, at least an hour to yourselves, you’d be the happiest; waking up feeling loved and protected — just, simply in someone’s embrace, in his.

Finally deciding on stirring, Jungkook stops everything that he was doing before creating a distance so he could look at you.

That look.

Soft, loving eyes looking at you, it was like they were already smiling at you before his lips could; and as if it wasn’t enough for your already soft heart, his lips stretch into a wide and adorable smile.

“Good morning,” he murmured before planting a gentle kiss on your forehead.

You said the same and went back on snuggling into him as he wastes no time to hug you once again, then continuing to hum where he had stop before his grip tightens around you and he rolls from his side then onto his back.

A chuckle escapes his lips when your voice got muffled against his chest. You lay there on top of him, your arms on each of his sides as you try to lift yourself up. To your avail, he holds you close making it hard for you to get out of his grip.

Lifting your head, you meet his eyes as time seem to stop suddenly. They pulled you in another dimension, a dimension that only you had access to.

“Well?”

His voice brought you back and when you look again, you see him puckering his lips out as his eyes were slightly closed.

You couldn’t refrain yourself from grinning as you lean in to give him a quick kiss, but after you did, he was still not willing to let you go.

“Another five minutes,” Jungkook mumbled and you reluctantly nodded before laying your head back on his chest. “...or an hour,” he added and laughs upon seeing you lifting your head back up and giving him a glare.

He takes the opportunity to kiss your nose before closing his eyes, humming another calming melody, while you, on the other hand, enjoy your quiet, loving morning with your better half.