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armin’s expressions in official art are just so

:0

:D

>:(

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Whenever I see Kim TaeHyung posts and his name is abbreviated as "kth", in my head, I always read it as "Kith" (kiss). Like "Gimme a kith 😚".

Gimme a kth 😚

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Look... I'm a hard Suga stan, J-Hope has my whole ass heart, and Jungkook deep inhales

But for Kim Taehyung??

Baby, I'm already on my knees 🥺

I say all this while I've been listening to My Time on repeat all day

don’t lie to me, we all have at least one celebrity we would call daddy with out hesitation if they asked

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My Time lyrics: 😭🥺

My Time performance: 😳👅💦🥵

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Big. Dick. KIM. TAEHYUNG.

He said what he said. Period.

I just watched a segment where BTS revealed their childhood photos for a birthday or some such, and (in addition to Seokjin claiming a babysitter kissed him when he was three) Taehyung's picture was of naked baby Taehyung and Namjoon commented, "So you've always had a trunk between your legs." And I don't know any other way to interpret that than the obvious.

he meant what he said

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Biggest dick energy: Kim TaeHyung.

Fight me.

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Latest Upload: To Have & To Hold i

Master List

[A] = Angst, [F] = Fluff, [M] = Mature

BTS

Jungkook:

— Call Me Baby [M]: Part 1 |

— 10:54 PM [F]

Taehyung:

— Your Tag is Showing [F]

NCT

Lucas:

— 10:53 PM [F]

Ten:

— 10:56 PM [F]

Series

To Have & To Hold | fantasy!au | Taehyung x Reader x Jungkook (non-poly)

— 1 |

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Stop 🥺 I'm in love with 90s anime drawings. This hits my soul 🥺

light it up like dynamite 🧨✨

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"Do that again," Jaehyun held your chin firm between his thumb and index finger, "and I'll give you a reason to roll your eyes."

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[6:57 PM] To say that Jungkook was upset would be an understatement. In this moment, he felt many of things and, sure, upset was one of them, as were: agitation, impatience, and the need to take you on the closest surface he could reach.

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The days old hot dog water

2020 is the grease at the bottom soaking into your fried pickles, it's the hair stuck in your shower drain, the hot flash feeling when you get struck with the milk shits, the smell of low tide, the shitty Internet at an airport, the line-is-too-long-for-coffee-before-work feeling, and just a steaming pile of shit.

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Master List

[A] = Angst, [F] = Fluff, [M] = Mature

BTS

Jungkook:

- Call Me Baby [M]: Part 1 | - 10:54 PM [F]

Taehyung:

- Your Tag is Showing [F]

NCT

Lucas:

- 10:53 PM [F]

Ten:

- 10:56 PM [F]

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I have at least two fanfics saved in my drafts that are practically done. Maybe one of these days I'll get around to actually typing the last few sentences and posting them 😤🤧

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[10:54 PM] You breathed evenly as you slept, your back against the arm of the couch while you leaned into its plush surface. Your head lulled to the side, hands folded on your lap, and legs stretched across those of another. Just moments previous, both you and Jungkook had been laughing over nothing while you talked about something he couldn’t even remember. It seemed like no time at all until the hustle of the day caught up to you, and you found yourself drifting off. The trill of sleep was a tune you stubbornly tried to resist. However, as soon as the younger boy noticed your lashes bow towards your cheeks, he convinced you to follow its sweet coercion. 

Now, your legs were crossed over his lap while his thumb rubbed small circles against your ankle. Brown eyes were trained steadily on the smooth features of your face, taking mental note of how the corners of your lips twitched ever so often. Occasionally, the tip of your pink tongue would part your lips to wet them. 

He inhaled sharply at the sight of this, fingers faltering their ministrations on your ankle. 

“Whipped.”

Jungkook turned his head at the unexpected sound, greeted by the sight of Yoongi in the doorway. The older boy twisted the cap off of a bottle of water before taking a swig of its contents. 

“I am not…” The younger boy huffed, leaning back against the couch to appear nonchalant. When you stirred at the sudden movement, however, Jungkook was quick to still, fingers resuming their motion against your ankle.

Replacing the cap, Yoongi rolled his eyes. “Right,” he drawled, utterly unconvinced.

Jungkook would have protested had he not been so focused on not waking you up. And as he continued to gaze at you, sound asleep, he forgot the world again. He didn’t even notice when Yoongi left the room.

Maybe he truly was whipped for you, he supposed; enraptured and completely taken with you. With every smile you turned his way, he lost his breath. And as bright as you were, it also served as a reminder to stay away. As close as he is to you, in proximity, at this moment, that is as close as he feels he could ever be because you are just so good.

And he is Icarus, and you are the Sun.

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[10:56 PM] Ten is a creature of habit. Despite coming home late, one evening, he was still committed to his routine. He took a warm shower to ease his sore muscles. Then, he ate dinner to fill his stomach. Afterward, he set about organizing his belongings to prepare for the next day. Finally, after everything was said and done, he laid in bed, doing the last scroll through social media before turning in to sleep. His usual routine, all of these things, he expected. He was not expecting, however, to be startled from his almost slumber by the sound of you screeching.

Mind still fogged with fatigue, Ten felt his heart drop to his stomach. He was hardly aware of how quickly he jumped from the bed and ran towards the sound of your voice, his body on auto-pilot. He felt the sleep in his eyes start to dissipate when he entered the kitchen, witness to the sight of you standing on a chair with fear in your eyes.

"Hey, hey," he reached for you. "What's wrong?"

"Ten!" You're voice was shaking with panic and unshed tears. You clamored into his open arms, wrapping your legs around his middle as you clung to him.

Ten stumbled in surprise. Your legs were hugged around Ten's waist, and you held his head to your chest. He was disoriented, but he managed to find his footing and hold his ground. With how you shook in his arms, his mind raced to the worse possibilities. Had someone broken into your home? Were they hiding and waiting to strike?

Somehow, he managed to free himself from your grasp. At least enough to breathe correctly and gaze up at you. You worried your bottom lip between your teeth, eyes darting around the room, and you flinched at every sound.

"Babe, what's wrong?" He tried again, this time with a softer voice. Gently, he rocked you in his arms until you finally looked at him.

"There's-" you started, voice cracking. "There's a lizard in here."

Ten stopped. "What?"

Admittedly, your words took longer than it should have to process. When they did, however, Ten let out a mixed groan of relief and exasperation, practically dropping you.

"Don't put me down!" You squealed, bouncing on your feet as you ran from the kitchen into the living room. You were quick to jump on the couch, drawing your knees to your chest.

"Please, tell me you're not serious." Ten sluggishly followed after you, fatigue returning as the adrenaline left him. He leaned against the doorway, a lazy smirk settling on his lips. "It's just a lizard. What's there to be afraid of?"

You narrowed your eyes at him. "Are you...? Are you judging me?"

"Yes, I very much am."

"Says the man that's afraid of fruit," you sneered. "Go eat a banana!"

Ten's smirk fell, quickly replaced by a scowl as he turned his nose up at you. "Fine!" He turned from you, "While I do that, you deal with the lizard."

"No! Ten," you whined, "I'm sorry! Don't leave me!"

You watched him retreat down the hall as you continued to whine, throwing the couch pillows in his direction. For a moment, you thought he abandoned you to fend for yourself until he returned from the hall, a defeated frown on his face.

"You're so spoiled sometimes. You know that?"

You couldn't help the grin that stretched across your face as he approached, reaching to pick you up and carry you to the bedroom. "I learn from the best!" Placing a kiss on his ear as he leaned over, you could see the way the tips of his ears burned red, even in the dim lighting.

Before he could pick you up from the couch, however, quick movement in the corner of your vision caught your attention.

You gasped, "There it is! It's right there!"

Ten's eyes followed yours until they found the scaled creature. You swear you've never seen the color drain from someone's face, but watching the way Ten's face blanched before your eyes, you thought he'd pass out.

His moment of inaction was short-lived, however, as soon he joined you on the couch, shouting and pointing at the lizard. "Oh, my God!"

"What's the matter?" You teased, "I thought there was nothing to be afraid of?"

He pushed you off the couch.

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[10:53 PM] As you stood in the middle of your living room, arms crossed as you looked up at your boyfriend, you wondered how your life led to this moment. Your boyfriend, Lucas, on the other hand, grinned down at you, oblivious to your thoughts.

"What are you doing?"

"It's a mistletoe," he responded, a grin stretching farther across his face.

Around the two of you were too many boxes filled with too many decorations for Christmas. You didn't need all of them, and you certainly weren't going to use all of them, but they provided options. The fake tree is only half-assembled, wire-bone branches scattered across the floor in a failed attempt to streamline the assembly. Of course, this would go by so much faster if the two of you stopped getting distracted.

You squinted, looking between him and the offending object he dangled above your head. "It's a candle," you say slowly, trying to gauge if he was joking or not.

Lucas bit his lip, a chuckle rumbling from his chest as he stepped closer to you. "But it smells like a mistletoe."

You're unsure if you should laugh or facepalm, because Oh God, he's for real. Instead, you go for the candle. Even on your toes, you can just barely reach because he's holding it over your head and Holy shit, he's so tall, and you're so not. You eventually have the candle cradled in your hands, after he takes mercy on you, and you take a whiff.

"It smells like citrus."

His grin doesn't falter under your apparent skepticism. He merely takes back the candle and shows you the label, and I'll be damned Mistletoe is printed across a gold backing in cursive; you almost huff.

"But," Lucas drawls, voice playful. "If you want something a little more accurate, I can snap a twig from the bush by the window."

You're almost ashamed that the first thought to cross your mind is about the heavy snowfall outside and not Lucas, that bush is poison ivy. Still, even though you tried to hide it, you're sure Lucas caught how the corners of your lips twitched in an almost smile.

"You must really want a kiss," you mumble. Lucas has his hands cupping your face, candle sitting forgotten on a side table as he gazes down at you, leaning ever closer. Finally, you do smile when your noses brush, but before he finds his destination, you turn away and laugh softly when his lips meet your cheek instead. "After we finish decorating!"

He pouts, which makes you laugh more, and it's a sound that he can't resist.

"Fine," he sulks, reaching into a random box of decorations to pull out a couple of ornaments. "How about these?"

They're pretty, you think. But still, you laugh and shake your head, "Why don't we finish the tree before we pick out ornaments?"

Lucas is taken by the sight of you, smiling still in amusement at his antics. He feels so lucky because You're so beautiful, and smart, and wonderous, and he hopes there will be many more days like this. He smiles, "Good idea."