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Hello :)

Hey guys, First of all I would like to apologise for going off on a hiatus without any warning and my hiatus has gone on for very, very long. To be very honest, it's because I've been really worked up about school (I've dropped a few positions this term) and also because of some personal problems that I have yet to overcome and because of all that I've been thinking about deleting this blog. Honestly, now? I'm still considering it. I'm still wondering if this blog and all my stories means anything to any of my followers and maybe that's the biggest reason of all why I have thought of deleting this blog. I hope you all understand, and when I finally come to a conclusion, I will post about it. Thank you to all those who managed to read this far!!

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Like We Used To II Woozi

Title : Like We Used To.

No. of words: 2k +

“Do you love him?”

--

Jihoon remembers the first time he met you.

You were standing in the rain, holding up a bunch of sheets of newspaper over your head that didn't do much in providing you with shelter. He recognized you as a new trainee at Pledis. He'd seen your face around definitely, but never had the time to introduce himself. The rain poured down in heavy rivulets, soaking you from head to toe. Jihoon felt his grip on the handle of his umbrella tightened, and with a deep breath, he strides over towards you.

He reaches just as you were about to dash across the road, not bothering to take the traffic light. “Hey wait -” Jihoon finds himself saying, and you startle, yelping and slipping on wet cement. Jihoon jerks forward, acting fast as he reaches out with his free hand to grab your arm. You skid across the pavement, but manage not to hit the floor as Jihoon steadies you. “Hi,” You let out a pained sigh, “I'm so sorry I just -”.

Your head snaps up to him then, and he raises his eyebrows in amusement as your eyes go wide, and your mouth falls open in surprise. “Oh!” You croak out, “Jihoon sunbaenim!”. Wow, Jihoon finds himself chuckling, She knows who I am. You tear your arm away from his grip lightning quick, leaving Jihoon's hand to fall limply at his sides. “Are you okay?” He decides to say, tilting his head as he subtly leans forward so that you were sheltered as well.

You notice anyways, and the smile you flash at Jihoon makes his heart skip just a beat faster. “I'm okay,” You look down at yourself, drenched clothes and wet straggly hair, then you laugh. “I mean, I guess? This isn't the most flattering way for us to be meeting, is it?”.

Jihoon never says much. Well, he does sometimes, but only to people he was close to. So he just presses his lips in a straight line tightly, before letting out a, “No, it really isn't,”.

“Thank you,” You say, gesturing between the both of you. You felt the warmth radiating of off Jihoon from how close you were standing next to him, and you basked in it, a contrast to the cold, harsh weather raging around the both of you. “For this,” You look up slightly at the umbrella. Jihoon blinks twice, like as if being jolted back into reality. He stutters a little as he speaks, but manages to regain composure. “I – uh,” He shakes his head slightly, “No problem. I'll walk you back?”.

“If you don't mind,” You duck your head a little bashfully. You knew he was already part of a famous boy group, Seventeen, and while you were a trainee, it still felt like the both of you were worlds apart. Almost like you shouldn't be interacting.

Jihoon doesn't reply, merely circling his fingers hesitantly around your wrist and pulling you in so that you wouldn't get splashed further by the rain.

--

Jihoon remembers the first time you kissed.

It was cliche and all, but the both of you never regretted the way it went.

You weren't dating yet, but you guys were close... friends. Not like before, where the both of you were merely strangers to one another. He'd asked you out to have dinner with him, which surprised you. Of course it did. Jihoon rarely initiated things, much less dinner. He was the type who wouldn't be first to text, be first to say hi or anything like that. But he made an exception when it came to you – something the both of you hadn't realized.

The both of you had ended up eating black bean noodles, seated across from each other as you talked. You made jokes, and sometimes Jihoon would end up laughing, the type of laugh you rarely got to see. Where he would throw his head back guffawing, clapping his hands multiple times as his eyes turned into the shape of crescents. Cute. Sometimes he'd scoff and roll his eyes playfully, or retort with a sarcastic remark you knew he didn't mean.

It was nice being alone, just the two of you. In the company, you rarely got much interactions. It was always a passing nod of acknowledgement, or a short wave, and sometimes even a 'hi'.

Jihoon had walked you back, since it was already dark the minute you guys had finished. The streetlights were on, and it was dead silent at night. It made everything more heightened when you guys finally reached your door and you whipped around to say thank you.

You did, and then you faltered.

“I – thanks, for -” You found your breath hitching in your throat, “For today,”.

Jihoon's eyes are locked with yours, and he fights the impulse to lean forward and just kiss you then. “Anytime,” He shrugs dismissively, alot more casual than he feels. He doesn't know how long the both of you stand there before you part your lips, pointing a thumb at your door, “I – uh – I should get going,”.

Something in Jihoon's chest sinks, but he nods anyways. “Ok sure,”. He catches something like a flicker of anticipation in your eyes, but then it fades. You're about to whirl around to unlock your door when Jihoon grabs your arm gently, before pulling you forward just abit. It's one of the rare times he gives in to his impulse, and it overtakes him like a wave when there's a sudden change in the tide.

He leans forward, pressing his lips against yours, feeling his heart beat so violently in his chest and so loud in his ears that he's so sure you can hear it. But then you start to press back, and his shoulders start to relax as he wraps sturdy arms around your waist gingerly... slowly... gently. The both of you pull back, breathless and rosy – cheeked but the euphoria running through your veins was...

“I forgot to say goodnight,” Jihoon finds himself whispering. Your lips tug up in a smile, and you burst out in laughter, hitting him softly on the chest. “You're weird, Jihoon,” You joke, running fingers through his tousled pink hair. “In a good way,” You add when you see his face twist up.

“I'll see you tomorrow?” The unnecessary worry in his voice almost makes you laugh. “Yeah,” You place your hands on his shoulders for support as you lean in to place a kiss on his cheek, “Tomorrow,”.

He stands there, gaping and wide – eyed and completely frozen. It's only until you pry his hands off of you, all while laughing and telling him you had to go does he snap out of it. “Ah yeah -” He stuffs his hands into his pockets, “Goodnight,”.

“Night,” You smile, and it burns at the back of his mind throughout the night.

--

Jihoon remembers your first fight.

It had been over something stupid, but it seemed so major back then.

Jihoon was busy with schedules, staying late at the studio and always passing out the minute he got back to his dorm. He didn't have time to call, skype, meet up, anything. Even if he wanted to.

You understood. Of course you did, and you tried so hard to always remind yourself that he was busy right now and he couldn't always afford to make time for you when he didn't even have time for himself. But then when you guys did get the chance to meet or call or skype, he was always so distant and cold, curt and snappy and it made your heart squeeze in your chest. He had even fallen asleep once during a skype video chat, and you could do nothing but sigh as you closed the lid of your laptop.

You knew he was like this – that when he was exhausted he cut himself off from others, that he was so tired with only 3 hours of sleep that sometimes he'd just pass out. But it still itched a frustration inside of you. It's not until he accidentally bursts out at you do you fight back.

“Stop it,” He hisses, shrugging you off as he grits his teeth, “I'm trying to focus,”.

His tone, his actions, his everything threw you off. “Yeah I get that,” You snap, “It's what you say everyday now anyways,”.

You notice the way his fingers tremble as they hover above the keyboard, but you don't say anything. “That's because it's true,” He says quietly, fingers not quite able to press down on those keys. “Yeah and so is our relationship right?”. You sound childish even in your own ears, but you can't quite seem to repress it. “What're you trying to say?” He sighs, tired, tired, tired. So many times.

“That maybe it's time you focus on us as well,” You exclaim, “Because right now it's like you just dont care!”.

Jihoon feels the burn at the back of his eyes, and he bites down hard on his bottom lip to keep it back. “You don't get to decide that,” He hates the way his voice quivers, but he mantains the clarity in his words. “Maybe I do,” He can't see you, but he knows you're staring straight at the back of his head, eyes glaring, “Maybe I do because I'm getting the brunt of it,”.

“That's not fair, y/n, you know you don't,” Jihoon brings shaking hands up to bury his face in them. You're silent for awhile, and Jihoon thinks maybe you've calmed down. He's about to turn in his chair to talk to you face to face when your voice rings firm and clear in the air. “Forget it,” You hiss, “I don't even know why I try,” And with that, all Jihoon hears next is the slamming of a door as you storm out of the studio.

His head spins and his vision blurs and his body is sore from too much dance practices and his throat is dry from too much singing and right now, everything was just too much.

And you were no exception.

--

Jihoon remembers alot of things. He remembers your first date, filled with alot of tripping and stumbling and blushing. He remembers the first time he introduces you to the other members, and they all welcomed you with open arms and warm smiles because you made Jihoon happy. He remembers your first time together, filled with 'I love you's and broken promises and sweet nothings. He remembers holding you when you were scared while the both of you watched horror movies together, remembers loving the way you nuzzled your face in his neck when you were sleepy, remembers everything from your touch to the taste of your lips to the beautiful brown orbs you held.

And of course, he remembers, the time you decided to break up with him.

You had shook your head, tears streaming down your face with a strained smile on your lips as you had uttered the very words. “I can't do this,” You had mumbled, “I'm sorry,”. And his whole world fell apart around him, he felt that maybe broken hearts weren't just a metaphor in romance novels but were so real and so painful.

“Let's break up,” You whispered, and Jihoon finds the light in his life start to dim.

“Why?” He had asked. And he always wished he hadn't.

“I don't love you anymore,”.

And as you walk out the door, Jihoon feels a part of his heart start to slip and fall from his grasp. And maybe severed hearts weren't real and soulmates didn't exist but if Jihoon said that he hadn't lost just a part of him that day, he was lying.

--

He doesn't quite remember, however, the part where you moved on and he stayed.

But it flashes before him as he sees you wrapped up in another man's arms, smiling the smile that used to be for him and gazing with so much affection and fondness in your eyes that Jihoon has to tear his eyes away, has to force his feet the opposite direction, has to pretend he doesn't quite feel anything when he was actually feeling everything at once. You said he didn't care, but how could you when you had moved on so fast?

Now, as Jihoon stands in front of you, clammy hands hidden shoved in deep pockets, wind blowing his hair back, he asks.

“Do you love him?”

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this is a little late but good luck for your exams! or what's left of it! (｡’▽’｡)♡

aaw thank you !! ノ(・ω・)ノ♡

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dont read if you dont want to see me freaking out over bts ynwa thank you :>

first of all, congrats bts for LITERALLY BREAKING THE CHARTS IM SCREAMING but omg ok like seriously im really happy for them im just :“)

spring day was an amazing comeback, i love it?so much? i cant explain it in actual words? help¿

the cinematography was just so beautiful and i loved the colours so much it was so aesthetic i have so many things to say honestly

and the lyrics of course, warmed my heart. as well as their voices ommmm– ((im rlly kinda upset over the line distribution though))

and they all looked so good im dead & im in love with namjoons hair colour ive always wanted that colour tbh.

(oH and the mv half reminded me of Run mv?)

also Not Today was so lit guys its my new jam ****

but all in all im just so proud of bts and i can already tell that it’ll be an amazing era for them ! 💓💓

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hello! droppin in to say how sweet u are for thanking ppl requesting ^_^ we really should be thanking you for your wonderful works! ♡

hi !! and aww ahaha thank you!

i’m always really happy when people actually send in requests/comments so i just hope to be able to show my gratitude tbh :> 

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Can I request a scoups fic based of Somebody To You by the Vamps?! <3

hi! sorry for the late reply but here it is!

thank you for sending this in :)!

also omfg i love the vamps and Somebody To You was one of the first songs I heard from them

Title: All I Wanna Be (Is Somebody To You)

iused to wanna be,

livinglike there’s only me,

butnow i spend my time,

thinking‘bout to get you off my mind, (yeah, you!)

“Youshould get a girlfriend,” Jeonghan waves a hand in the air, “Orlike a boyfriend, I don’t know, whatever,”. He glances atSeungcheol, who lay sprawled on the mat, with his sunglasses perchedon the tip of his nose. “You’re beginning to become a hobo, myfriend,” Jeonghan sighed, pushing the sunglasses so that it satright on the bridge of Seungcheol’s nose, “A hobo with a house,”.

Seungcheolturned away lazily from his friend, and the sunglasses fell off fromhis face, and onto the sand. He felt a light breeze caress hisexposed arms, felt his toes dig into rough grains of sand as hestretched his legs out, the mat just enough for only his upper half.If he curled up just right, he might be able to get his toes right atthe hem of the end of the mat. “And how would getting a significantother relieve me of my hobo – ness, exactly?” Seungcheolquestions, eyes fluttering shut. The warmness of the sun was justright, not too hot, and he basked in it. It wasn’t every day you gotsuch nice weather like today. He could hear the waves crashingagainst the shore, the sound of children squealing as they splashedwater at each other and the soft murmurings of people holdingconversations with one another.

“Idon’t know,” Jeonghan replies, “When you find someone you loveyou start living. For them and for yourself. I don’t know,”.

Seungcheoldoesn’t respond.

“Besideswhat about y/n? You’ve been hanging out with her quite alot recently.You can’t tell me you don’t have at least a little feelings forher,”.

Embarrassingly,Seungcheol felt his neck warm at the mention of your name. He let outa grumble, burying his face into the mat, and wincing at the roughtexture that scratched his smooth skin . “I don’t know,” Hemumbles into the mat, and he’s not quite sure if his friend can hearhim. He had met you three years ago, a whole cliche meeting with youbumping into him, and promptly spilling coffee all over his newtuxedo while he was on his way to a friend’s wedding.

Thenyou offered to make it up to him, passed him a piece of paper withyour number written on it, all flustered and apologetic. Andnormally, Seungcheol wouldn’t have called. He didn’t mind, didn’tneed you to make it up to him, but as he sat at the edge ofhis bed, staring down at the crumpled piece of paper with your numberon it, he caved in, and called. Ever since then, the both of youstarted hanging out more. At first, it was always Seungcheol, thenyou warmed up to him, considering him as a friend, and over time, theboth of you just started hanging around each other like as if you hadbeen doing it your whole lives.

Jeonghanhad complained that one time that Seungcheol didn’t spend as muchtime with him as he did with y/n.

“Youdon’t know?” Jeonghan’s voice is tinted with tease, “You meanthere’s at least like, 50% chance that you do?”. Groaning,Seungcheol flipped onto the other side to face his friend, “It’scomplicated. I mean, what are the chances that someone like her isgonna accept someone like me, anyways?”.

“Youguys are friends,”.

“Imean, more than that,”.

“Soyou do want to be more than friends,”.

Seungcheoltosses an arm over his eyes, mostly just to cover up his face and thefact that it had gone red. “I don’t know,”.

–

Lookat me now

I’mfalling,

Can’teven talk, still stuttering

Thisground of mine keeps shaking,

“Andthat’s all,” Seungcheol gave a polite smile to the waitress as hefolded his arms. He was with you at one of those fancy restaurants,only because it was Valentine’s day and according to the both of you:

(“We’reboth single so we should go as like friends,” You said asSeungcheol draped his jacket over you, before shoving his hands intohis pockets. “Valentine’s day for friends, to celebrate the deepdeep love they have for each other,” Seungcheol hummed, “You meanlike that?”. He doesn’t notice the way you have to duck your headto hide your face. “Yeah, you’re catching on,” You let out anervous laugh. Seungcheol cocked his head to the right, beforeshrugging, “It’s an idea,”)

“Wouldyou and your girlfriend like a cake?” The waitress points herneatly manicured finger to a picture of a cake, wrapped  with redfondant and shaped in a heart. “It’s only here for one day, but wemake it every year during Valentine’s day,”.

Seungcheolparted his lips to open, but at the mention 'girlfriend’ he found histhroat go dry. It was a stupid reaction of him, but he couldn’t helpit when his heart almost flopped out of his chest at the meremention. “No – I – uh,” He gestured to you, blinking moretimes than needed. “She’s not my uh – you see -” He tried, andfailed miserably to form a coherent sentence. The waitress smile fellslightly as she stared at him in confusion.

Great,he thinks, Now she thinks I’m a nutcase.

“Nothanks,” He manages out eventually. He glances over to you, to seeyour face slightly pink as you add on, “Yeah, we- we’re justfriends,”.

Thewaitress’ eyes widened and she started shaking her hands from side toa side, “Oh! No, sorry, I shouldn’t have assumed,” Then in arush, “Do enjoy your meals!”. The minute she scurried off,Seungcheol exhaled deeply, and stopped short when you startedbursting out into giggles. “What?” He pouts. “Sorry,” Yougrin, “It’s just – What was that?I’ve never seen you stutter so much before. I should’ve filmed it,”.

Seungcheolfound his face flush in embarassment, but he scoffed to hide it. “Iwas caught off guard, that’s all,”.

“Why?Never thought of me as someone who could be your girlfriend?” Yourtone is teasing, but if Seungcheol looks hard enough, he can see aglimmer of serious curiosity behind your orbs. Not very sure how toreply, Seungcheol shrugs, “You were pretty flustered tooyourself,”.

Hewatches as you lay back in your seat until your back hit the chair,“Well,” You begin, drumming your fingers on the table, “We’rearound all these couples and stuff, it’s making me feel abit… Idon’t know, awkward? Like imagine going to a celebration for pregnantmothers, and you’re just like, one lone single guy there. That kindof feeling,”. Seungcheol understands what you were trying to say,but even then, he snorts. “Thatisa bizarre example,”.

Youlift your hands up in the air dismissively, before putting them backdown again. “Oneday,” You say, “One day, we’ll become those pregnant motherstoo,”.

Seungcheolmakes a face and you burst out laughing, “Can’t you just say oneday we’ll have someone too?”.

“Samething,”.

–

alli wanna be

alli ever wanna be,

issomebody to you

“What’swrong with you?” Seungcheol found himself biting out. He couldn’thold it back in any longer. Ever since Seungcheolstarted hanging out with Jeonghan’s good friend, Sunmi, you startedto get itchy. Usually, you wouldn’t mind when he hung out with othergirls, so this was a first. It’d been going on for a few weeks now,possibly even a month, Seungcheol couldn’t remember.

Allhe knew was that he missed having you around, missed having youaround without trying to bite his head off and avoiding him like theplague. He couldn’t understand why. And sometimes, he’d avoid youtoo, just when his feelings got too overwhelming, and he needed abreak. Repressing emotions were never healthy, after all, and for along time… Well, Seungcheol’s been repressing… alot… ofemotions for you.

“Ofcourse it’s something wrong with me,”You accused, “And not you, right?”.

Seungcheolfelt his jaw go slightly slack, “That’s not what I meant!” Hespluttered, and you scoff, folding your arms tightly across yourchest before leaning back onto the white walls. “Yeah? Then what isit?”.

“I-”.

“Look,maybe it’s just me, but I can’t seem to understand you these fewdays,”. You interuppted, and Seungcheol felt his face flare redwith anger.

“Iwas trying to say – what’s wrong with us?God damn it, you think it’s been hard for you with-” He gesturedwildly between the both of you, “With whatever this isthat has been going on? It’s been hard for me too!”.

Afeeling of guilt pricks his heart as he watches your eyes flash withsurprise and hurt. “And -”He continues, wanting so much to let his feelings out and yet at thesame time struggling to keep the lid on, “And – you keep avoidingme, why is that?”.

“Youavoid me too!”You throw your hands out at this, an expression of slight disbeliefand a tint of anger crossing your face.

Seungcheolcouldn’t stop himself. The words flowed out faster than he couldcontrol and by the time he registered what he had said, it was toolate. “Maybe it’s because I like you! That’s why!”. He stares inhorror as your eyes go wide and you blink at him, without saying aword. Damn it, Choi Seungcheol! Heclenches his fists instinctively, then decides that… since he’salready in the deep end, he might as well continue.

“I’veliked you, okay? For a long time now. And well, it’s hard becauseI’ve always wanted to be somebody to you, but I don’t know how. Andwell, also because I thought you’d forever see me as a best friend,okay? I’ve been avoiding you in hopes the feelings would go away, butit won’t,” He parts his lips to want to say somemore, but all thatcomes out is a strangled noise. He doesn’t know what to say next. “Itjust won’t, y/n,”.

“But– you’ve always been somebody to me,” You say slowly, choosingeach and every one of your words carefully.

Seungcheolfinds himself letting out a strained laugh, “Just never in the wayI wanted to,”. “Wrong,” You retort instantly, and Seungcheolfeels his eyebrows shoot up in surprise, “What do you-”.

“You’vealways meant something more, okay?” You were closer to him now, butyou ducked your head, not able to meet his gaze. When you slightlylook up to catch a look at Seungcheol’s expression, you find yourselfletting out a frustrated sigh when all you get back is a pure baffledlook plastered onto his handsome features. “Yah! Seungcheol! Do Ihave to spell it out for you?”.

“Yeah,”He breathes, then a teasing smile tugs at the corner of his lips,“Yeah, I think I do,”.

“You’resmart enough, I don’t have to,” You protest when you realize whathe was trying to do. He’s closed the gap between you two now, andyou’re 100% sure he can see the growing blush on your cheeks. Youslowly feel his arms wrap themselves around your waist, andinstinctively, you find your hands reaching up to play at the back ofhis nape.

“That’sokay,” He whispers then, eyes glowing with so much affection thatit almost makes you lose your breath, “I can say it again…

Ilike you, y/n. A lot, and… well, I’m just happy right now, but…it’s sort of missing something, don’t you think? ” He tilts hishead to the side playfully, allowing his fringe to flop over hisforehead in a messy wave.

Youpull away slightly, “What?”.

“This,”.

Andwith that, he leans in to kiss you.

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guys look at jungkook hes so grown up im so :_) alSO hiS HAIR? IS? SO ? NICE ?? (picture creds in the pic)

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Could you do V's reaction to a jealous gf? Like due to an misunderstanding? Thank you Btw love your imagines i read them to sleep sometimes! ^^

hello :) ! thanks for requesting this and ahaha thank you, that’s really nice :_)

Title: Baby, I Just Need To Let You Know (That You’re The Best)

yourpov.

“Youokay?” Jimin’s grin falters as he takes a look at the expression onmy face, then down at my cup as I crushed it under my fingers. Isniffle a little, setting the cup down on a nearby table rougher thanI had planned. “Okay?” I grumbled, “Yeah, I’m fine,”.

“Youknow,” Jimin blinks at me, eyes searching my own, “For someonewho says she’s okay, you look like you’re about to explode at anysecond,” He makes a ‘whoooosh’ sound, throwing his hands up in theair and waving them around, trying and failing to imitate a bomb. Iglared at him, eyes piercing, and he stops midway, letting his‘ooosh’ die down rather comically. I would’ve laughed. Would’ve.

“Idon’t -” I groan, wanting so much to rub my eyes, but not wantingto smear my eyeliner at the same time. “Jimin, help me. Helpthis poor soul out. Do good once in your life, please,”. My bestfriends holds his hands up in the air, letting out a nervous chuckle,“Woah there, fam. I’m pretty sure I did many good things, even if Ido sin alot,” He ends it by waggling his eyebrows suggestively andI nudge him hard in the ribs.

“Idon’t get what you’re so uptight about,” He grimaces,rubbing at the part where I hit him.

“Ijust- he’s been talking to her since we got here. He hasn’t even comeback to talk to us once.” I complain, not really noticing the wayJimin’s face contorts into confusion. “I mean,” I find myselflooking at the girl up and down, “Yeah, she’s pretty. Ok fine,gorgeous. Tall too, taller than me that is. And definitely alotmore-” I made a weird gesture with my hand, wiggling my fingers,“Showy,”.

Iturn to Jimin before gesturing at my body, “You know? Showy? Likeskin showy?” I hiss.

“You’velost me,” Jimin shakes his head, staring at me like I had just goneinsane or something. Snatching his hand up, he lets out a yelp,followed by a very offended, “Hey!”. I poke out his pointerfinger, leaving the rest clenched before moving it over to what heshould have been looking at. There they were. Standing rightin front of Kim Taehyung, was a tall girl, almost Taehyung’s height,with long fawn brown hair that touched her elbows.

Itwas curled nicely, framing her face in all the right ways all whilemaking her features pop. She was wearing contacts, the colour ofocean – blue, and I couldn’t deny it went well with her fair skin.Watching as she smiled and gazed up into Taehyung’s eyes, I felt asting of envy. Shewas twirling a strand of hair around her finger, leaning closer andcloser to Taehyung without even the slightest bit of hesitation.

“She’sonto him!” I exclaim, not worried about others hearing since wewere at a party,and the music blasting was beyond deafening. “She’s onto myboyfriend, Jimin!”. Jimin shrugs dismissively, taking a random cuplying on the table that was half filled with soda. (He couldn’t takealcohol). “Don’t worry, Tae’s just making friends, he always doesthat,” Jimin cocks his head to the both of them, “You know whathe’s like,”.

Buthe seems like he’s enjoying it. Thatsmile, that smilethatwas usually reserved for me, he was giving it all to her now…

“Iknow,” I sigh, but even as I tear my gaze away from the both ofthem, I can’t help the painful squeeze in my heart.

–

“y/n~”Taehyung grinned, nuzzling his nose into the back of your neck as hehugs you from behind. He feels you tense under his touch, and hepulls back just slightly, confusion evident in his brown orbs.Usually, you’d return the affection. “Jagi, what’s wrong?”Taehyung asks, tearing himself away from you so that he could turnyou around to look at you. His hands rest gently on your shoulders,and when he cocks his head in confusion, his hair falls into his eyescutely.

“Idon’t know,” You snap, shrugging his hands off of you, “Do you?”.

Taehyungfeels his breath hitch in his throat at the sudden hostility. “Uh,”Taehyung suppresses a sniffle when you start to fold your arms,hardening your glare in his direction. God damn, Taehyung, you’rea man, so act like one. “No?” He blinks. He sees your eyesflash with hurt, and for some reason, he flinches. He didn’t want tohurt you, never even thought about it. “y/n,” He sayshurriedly, panic rising in his chest. The both of you had had yourarguments before, but when you did, at least the both of you knewwhat the cause of it was, right now, Taehyung was completelyclueless.

Theboth of you were in the kitchen, the party still going on outside asyou could hear from the slightly muffled music being blasted fromoutside. “y/n,” He repeats, “Listen, I don’t know why you’re soupset but -”.

“Ofcourse you don’t Kim,” You call him by his first name and his mouthfalls shut in shock. You hadn’t called him by his first name since…forever. “You don’t realize anything,”.

Taehyungparted his lips to protest when the door to the kitchen slid open,and the music flooded the room. He heard the sound of heels clackingagainst the marble floor, and his head shot to the door. Standingthere, in a tight – red dress with pretty blue eyes and a stunningsmile, was Sung Ah, the girl he was talking to earlier. Withoutthinking, Taehyung broke out into a smile. “Sung Ah!” He beamed,and she let out a giggle, covering her mouth with her palm in a lady– like manner.

BesideTaehyung, he doesn’t realize the way you clenched your fists andfumed. “What’re you doing here?” Sung Ah asks, “I was havingfun talking to you,”. Taehyung found himself nodding, totallyoblivious. “So did I! But uh I came here to-” Before he couldeven finish his sentence, Sung Ah cut him off before lifting herindex finger lazily and pointing it at you. “Who’s she?”.Taehyung glanced over to you, and his eyebrows knitted in confusionwhen he saw your whole face go red. “y/n here-” He put an armaround you, pulling you towards his chest. He saw the redness in yourcheeks increase ten fold, and now that he had his arm around you, hecould tell your shoulders were trembling.

“-Ismy girlfriend,” Taehyung finishes. You snap your head up to him,and he returns the surprised look with a pout. “Why do you look sosurprised? I thought you’d know that we’d been dating for 3 yearsnow,” He jokes to lift the tension. It doesn’t work.

“Oh,”Sung Ah strides over to you, grinning, “Did you know I used to havethat title?” She let out a chuckle, “Yeah, 'Taehyung’sGirlfriend’. Used to be me. Did you know?”. Her tone isn’tmenancing in any sort of way, just casual. You push Taehyung awayfrom you a little roughly and he let out a little yelp in shock.“What?”  You threw Taehyung a glare in disbelief, “So,you’re saying… you’re his ex?”.

“Whatelse?” Sung Ah took a step towards Taehyung, before wrapping herarms around his neck playfully, “We haven’t seen each other in 2years. I got a shock when I saw him today, but we still get alongwell it seems,”. Taehyung strains a smile at that, patting her handawkwardly before gently prying her off of him. He kept his gaze onyou, watching as you frowned at Sung Ah, your small frame shaking. Hebit back a laugh when it finally hit him.

“Yah,Sung Ah, I think you should go,” He says it firmly, but politely.“I was talking to y/n here, we uh -” He scratched at the back ofhis nape, “We’re not done yet,”. Sung Ah recoils from him,fluttering her eyelashes in slight surprise. “Oh,” She pouted, “Ithought you’d want to talk to me,”.

Taehyungscrunched his face up. “Maybe later,” He shrugs. As Sung Ahleaves, she sends a blowing kiss along with a wink, and Taehyungforces a grin and a wave. Once the door slid shut behind her, heturned to you, eyes sparkling with a genuine grin on his face thistime. “What?” You say curtly. Taehyung doesn’t say anything atfirst, merely walks up to you before engulfing you in a big hug.

Yoursudden yelp gets muffled as your face was pressed against his chest.Taehyung stays like that for a minute, before pulling back slowly andpressing a fluttering kiss to your forehead, then your nose andfinally your lips. “Yah!” You exclaim once he pulls away, eventhough you could feel your heart start to race, “I’m not done beingmad at you!”. He grins, the boxy rectangular one that made yourheart skip a beat. “I know,” He pokes you in the cheek, and yousplutter, “You’re jealous,” He says.

“No!” You squeak, and Taehyung throws his head back, laughing. “C'monjagi, you know I know you better than that,” He presses hisforehead to yours, and feels happiness bloom in his chest when youdon’t pull away. “Look,” He begins, “There’s no need to bejealous of Sung Ah at all. You’re like-” He pulls back to take agood look at you, “Ten times prettier than her,”.

Taehyunggets a hit on the chest in return, but he doesn’t pull his arms offof you. “And besides, I like you for you, looks aside.”. “Fine!”You finally give in, “I was jealous, okay? I’m sorry! You justlooked so – like, happy with her. And then I find out she’syour ex? I – just -” You end off with a groan, burying your facein his shoulder. “Hey, I was just entertaining her, y'know? I meanjust because she’s my ex doesn’t make her my nemesis or anything,”He explains, “Just be polite, talk, catch up, just one of thosethings you do. And well, if I was honest, she’s very-” Taehyunglets out a nervous smile.

“Forward,”He manages out, “If you get what I mean.”.

“That’sexactly what I was worried about,” You mumble.

“Why?”Taehyung questions, the fondness in his voice evident, “I alreadyhave you, what more do I need?”.

Youblush at that, and Taehyung can’t help but smile. Rolling your eyesplayfully, you tear yourself away from your boyfriend, beforetangling your fingers with his, “Whatever. Let’s go find Jimin,he’s waiting,”. Taehyung lets you pull him forward, and he knowsthat you don’t really mean that 'whatever’. Especially when he seesthe smile that you try so hard to repress tugging at your lips.

Heknows you that well, after all.

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You don't have a lot of Exo asks so I feel a lil bit ~awkward~ asking this but, could you maybe write a scenario of Chanyeol trying to get you to play LoL with him?

hi!! 

thank you for sending in this request & it’s ok, there’s no need to feel awks :) !! also omg i just started playing league like last year Dec?? and it’s addictive gg

“Iswear to God, it’ll be worth your while,”.

Ilet out a small hesitant smile as I feel my boyfriend take my handsin mine. Chanyeol intertwines our fingers together, before slowlypressing the back of my hands to each of his cheeks and giving me hisround puppy eyes. Laughing, I pull my hands away, “Don’t do that,”I swivel away from him (i was on one of those chairs, the one withthe wheels, basically everyone’s favourite type of chair) turning toface the laptop he had set up in front of me. “S'not fair,”.

Helets out a short whine, before moving to stand behind me. He drapeshis arms over my shoulders, resting his head gently on the top of myhead, careful not to rest too much weight lest it made me feeluncomfortable. I tug softly at his fingertips, humming contentedly.

“ButI even set up the game for you,” His right hand reaches over to themouse, and my hand falls back down to my side. He doesn’t have to doso much as to just lean forward. “Look, there’s Lux, pretty right?”Chanyeol glances down to look at me and lets out a small chucklebefore poking my cheek, “Not your kind of pretty, jagi.Yours is better,”.

Iscoff, hitting his arm, “Charmer,” I say a littlemockingly.

“Iknow,” He grins. “Anyways, there’s others too like Ashe, or Ahri,-” I don’t quite register what he’s saying, only gazing up at himfondly as he rambles on about the game. He loved it, and it was niceseeing him talk about something so passionately. My heart flutteredin my chest at the sight, and I have to bite back a giggle.

“OrHeimerdinger,” He finishes. I make a face, “Heimer- what now?”.“You’ll learn it,” He waves a hand dismissively.

“Seriouslythough, please?” Chanyeol nuzzles his face into my hair,ruffling it up, “Just one game, and if you hate it, I won’tbother you anymore,”.

Ipress my lips tight in a straight line, considering it. Well… itcouldn’t hurt to try at least one. “Fine,” I resign, andwatch as his eyes shine brighter than it ever has, (kidding), “Justbecause you asked, though,”. He lets out a victorious cheer,flinging his arms around me, ‘thank you’s and 'i love you’s tumblingout of his mouth. “Okay, okay,” I laugh, prying his hands off ofme, “Let’s get this over with,”.

Heshows me through a tutorial first, and it was draggy, and somewhatboring but maybe that was just me, since I hated tutorials, but itwas essential anyways, to be able to play the game. But Chanyeol’senthusiastic voice was enough to keep me awake, so I was grateful.It’s when I finally level up to be able to play properly do Iperk up just abit. “You’ll be playing with other people,” Hetells me and picks up instantly when my shoulders tense, “Notagainst them, you haven’t reached that level yet. But withthem.” He reassures.

“It’sgonne be kinda different than playing with a group of AI,” Chanyeoltalks, almost what I would call professionally.

Thecharacters I could choose were limited, since I was still on a lowlevel, but I stuck to Ashe. (“Why?” Chanyeol had asked,  towhich I shrugged. “C'mon, badass looking and frost powers? Can’tsay no to that,”). A minute into the game, and I found myselfrunning through it smoothly, without even having to need Chanyeol’sguidance. He lets out an impressed hum, and I can almost see himquirk his eyebrows behind me. “You sure you didn’t play behind myback or something?”.

“Nope,”I reply, popping the 'p’ with a satisfied smile tugging at my lips.I’m getting a little hooked I can feel, but there’s somethingmissing. And it’s not until I watch as the red bar on top of theenemy character disappear do I realize what it is. The words 'FirstBlood’ appear wide on the screen, before showing a small bar of mycharacter having slain the enemy.

Afeeling of pride blooms in my chest, and I leave the keyboard towhirl and face Chanyeol, glowing and beaming. Chanyeol’s stillstaring at the screen, mouth slightly slack. “But -” Hesplutters, “The only games you’ve ever played were The Sims andJust Dance 2016,”.

“GuessI’m kind of an all around gamer,” I joke, and he snaps out of hisinitial daze. Rolling his eyes playfully at me, he bends down topress a soft kiss to my cheek. “So, you’re gaming with me now,right?”.

“Hm,I don’t know, d'you promise to not get salty if I beat you?”.

Helets out a laugh, deep and soothing. “As if,”.

“Sonext time maybe CSGO, Fallout 4? Or if you want something likeLeague, DOTA 2?” He suggests, the both of us having completelyforgotten about the ongoing game.

“Iwas thinking watching a movie and lunch,” I scrunch my nose up athim and we break out into laughter. “Next time, though,” Ipromise, before promptly tackling him to the ground. Securing hisarms around my waist to make sure I don’t fall, he bumps his foreheadagainst mine gently.

“Nexttime,”.

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Supportive!bf S.Coups when you're struggling with homework please!

thank you for sending this in :) ! 

Title:  Oh, I think that I found myself (a cheerleader)

“Thisis so stupid,” I find myself wringing my hands into my hairas I stared down at the piece of paper layed right under my chin. TheMath questions stared back at me in triumph, and I so much wanted tojust flop down on the bed and give up. Except I couldn’t. Because itwas two weeks away from Finals and this piece of homework was goingto be part of my grade.

Andmy Maths was already bad as it is, I had to pull up my grade.Somehow.

Myeyes flickered to the clock sitting beside my pencil box. 5:30pm. Ihad started at 3:00. I groaned, burying my face in my  hands beforedragging my hands down my cheeks. I knew I shouldn’t haveprocrastinated, but I still did… There was a sudden knock at mydoor, and I jerked up straight. Thinking that it was my room mate, Ipush the heels of my palms into my eyes, rubbing them tiredly.

“Comein or go away,” I grumble, “Please,”. I hear the doorcreak open, but I don’t turn to see who it is. Then, “Even me?”.My eyes widened at the sound of that voice, the voice Irecognized so clearly, and I whirled to face him. Seungcheol wasstanding there, leaning against the door and grinning. He had a whitehoodie pulled over black pants and his hair was skimming his eyebrowscutely.

Pushingout my bottom lip, I pouted. “Nooo,” I sigh, “Not you,I really need you right now,” I extend my arms just as he stridesforward and the next thing I knew, my face was pressed against hischest as he wrapped his arms around me. My heart fluttered slightlyat the feeling, and I found myself smiling against his hoodie. Hepulled away after awhile, before kneeling down onto the floor so thathe’d be on the same level as I was. (yes, he was that tall).

“What’swrong?” He asks, eyes genuinely filled with concern as he brushedstray strands of hair away from my face. I instinctively lean intohis touch, and I don’t quite notice the small quirk of his lips as Ido so. I nod my head towards my homework that was sprawled messilyall over my desk. Pens and pencils were strewn everywhere, and eraserdust was filling up one side of my desk where I had shoved it all to.

Heleans over to take a look and scrunches his nose up the minute hesees it. I suppress a smile ; cute. “I get the frowny face,”Seungcheol empathizes, before swiping the tip of my nose with hisknuckle. I pull away, laughing. “Is this one important?” Hequestions and I press my lips in a resigned straight line. He knowsit means yes. “Okay then!” He decides, “Let’s do it!”.

“Whatdo you mean ‘let’s?'” I scoff, “It’s just me,”.

“Well…”Seungcheol drags on the last part, poking me on the cheek as he ends,“With every one question you do I’ll give you a kiss,”.

Ifind myself laughing as I smack his face away lightly with my palm.“Wooow,” I snicker, “That’ll surely give me motivation,”I add sarcastically. His bottom lip pushes out in a pout, puppy eyesstaring at me, “You mean it isn’t?”. I give him a sheepish smile.“Okay fine,” He declares, “After you finish this, I’ll orderpizza,”.

Hearingthat, my grin widens. “You mean it?”.

“Whendo I ever lie, y/n~?”.

Inthe end, we end up on the floor, him helping me out occasionallywhenever he could. He still stuck to his original promise of after Idid every one question, alternating between soft fleeting kisses andwell… the opposite of that. And over time, I found myself doing thework smoothly as I rest in his lap, back pressed against his chest. Irelax in Seungcheol’s arms, shiver slightly as he breathes down myneck to read the questions as well. Sometimes when I got frustratedwith the question, he’d sing me soft tunes until I ended up hummingalong to them, or he’d snatch the worksheet away from me beforeexclaiming that I needed a break before breaking out into a karoekesession.

“Annnnd,”He drumrolls, “Last question… done!”. He jumps up from hissitting position, cheering and pumping his fist in the air. I laughat his exaggeration, “I just finished my homework and you’re makingit sound like I just became the president,”. Seungcheol extends ahand, and I grab onto it. He pulls me up easily.

“Hey,I’m just trying to be happy here,”.

“Thankyou,” I feel my face warm as he wraps his arms around my waist,resting his forehead against mine. “It’s – I’m glad I have you,”I avert my gaze downwards, pressing my lips tightly together inslight embarassment. He lets out a deep chuckle , and only pulls mecloser. “Aw, y/n, are you blushing?”.

Iraise up a hand to hit his shoulder playfully, “No!” I defend,although I find myself laughing. He always does that – makes mesmile that is. “That’s okay. I’m glad to have you too,” He saysit smoothly, not an ounce of hesitation present.

“So…”I break the short pause, “Pizza?”.

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A look into BTS : Park Jimin’s phone

[ YOONMIN EDITION ]

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delivery boy!JunxReader like in BoomBoom?

notsure if you still wanted the spy thing or just delivery boybut i’m going with the latter if that’s okay :)

also thanks for sending in this request !

Title: Shot In The Heart (& You’re The One To Blame)

“Settledin good?” Soonyoung asks me as he flops onto his bright red couch.I give a slow nod, gentle fingers softly parting the curtains as Itake in the view from outside. It was my first time in Korea with mybest friend, Soonyoung, and I had to admit, it was a beautiful place.

Soonyoungwatches me for a moment, before going back to the television.“Pretty?” He questions, and I let out a chuckle. He knew me well.“Very,” I hum. Wind blows through the open window, and strands ofhair fall into my vision. Tucking them  behind my ear, a loud ‘vroom’catches me by surprise. I watch, as a jet – black haired climbs offhis motorcycle, a large parcel in one hand.

Hishair is sticking up a little oddly from the helmet, but still, I takea step away from the window when I find myself blushing. He’scute. His wide dark brown eyes search the area before he makes adecisive turn towards the house opposite ours. For a moment, I thinkhe catches me staring, but then he looks away just as quick and Ican’t tell.

“Lookingat something?” Soonyoung joins me beside the window, seeing theback of Cute Delivery Boy slowly fade into the distance. A grin tugsat my best friend’s lips, “Hey, that’s Junhui!”.

Iclear my throat suddenly, and Soonyoung glances at me. I shake myhead to tell him 'I’m fine’ before saying, “You know him?”.

“Deliveryguy. Been passing me my parcels ever since I moved in. Don’t know himwell but -” Soonyoung folds his arms, leaning against the whitewalls. “Some people say he’s a delivery boy by day and a hella gooddancer by night,”.

Hemakes a weird sound resembling an explosion and wiggles his fingersin time with it. I can’t help but snort. “Pretty cool if you askme,” His gaze shoots back to the guy’s motorcycle. “Or maybe he’sa kpop idol trainee trying to earn some pocket money,” He shrugs,passing me a grin.

“Oh,”Is the only response I can form. Soonyoung strides over to thekitchen, muttering about cereal and some other thing. Just as soon asthe delivery boy gets back to his motorcycle, I duck away, moving tohelp Soonyoung with lunch instead.

–

“I– uh – I didn’t order anything, I think,” I stutter, flushingin embarassment as I blink rapidly at the guy in front of me. Fromafar, he’s cute, up close, Junhui looks good. Like really. Andtall. Very. He’s wearing a black snapback, that’s just notquite the same colour as his hair, and has a black coat on thatframes his broad shoulders nicely.

Andall that was not helping with the clarity of my speechwhatsoever.

Soonyoungwasn’t home, and I was guessing it was his parcel. Junhui smiles atme almost knowingly, like he knows the effect he has on me. “Iknow,” He smiles, “You’re not the usual guy I meet when I deliversomething here. Are you new?”. Instantly, I scrunch my nose up,shaking my head.

“NoI just – he’s – I’m staying here with him,” I glance down atthe cardboard box in his hands.

“Oh,”His eyebrows knit together a little, and I immediately wonder why.“Well okay, if you could just sign here for your boyfrien-”.

“He’snot - !” I exclaim, even though I’m used to people mistakingSoonyoung and I for a couple. Calming down a little, I laugh it off,“He’s a best friend,” I explain. The frown disappears. “Okay,”His eyebrows shoot up in amusement, “Sign here for him maybe?” Heholds out a pen.

Ido as told, and am about to thank him and close the door when hewedges a foot between the door and us. “Actually,” He looks mestraight in the eyes, and it takes everything in me not to stumbleback at the intensity of it all. Stupid, ridiculously, charminggood – looking guys I groaned internally.

“There’sone more thing, that I think you ordered,”.

Itilt my head in confusion, “Are you sure? Because I’m sure Ididnt,”.

Hissmile only gets wider, and for some reason, it makes my heart skip abeat. “Well, I’m sure,”.

Ishrug, doing the sort of chuckle where you breathe harshly throughyour nose. “What is it?”.

“Myheart,” He says without missing a beat. This time, I flail so quickmy forehead hits against the door, and I yelp in pain. I can’t quiteseem to focus on the pain when my mind was literally racing as fastas my heart, and the redness on my cheeks was increased tenfold, muchlike my embarassment.

Hisround eyes go even bigger in concern, and he catches my arm when Ialmost trip again. I bite down hard on my lower lip so as not toscream because in what part of my plan or my day was thisscheduled to happen I had no idea.

“Sorry,”Junhui lets go after a while, “Too much?”.

Mylaugh comes out a little strangled, and his eyebrows quirk at thesound of it. “Maybe,” I breathe.

“I’msorry,” He extends a hand, “I’m Junhui by the way. But you cancall me Jun. I just thought you seemed cute, and well, nice. So Ijust wanted to get to know you, and well, I was wondering if youwanted to go out,” He says all this smoothly, although when I shakehis hand, I can feel the slight tremble and suppress a smile. “Withme,” He finishes.

“I– wow, I’m sorry I just – I mean like sure, I’m uh – y/n,” Ipull away, hoping to god my palm didn’t feel as sweaty as I thoughtit was. “y/n,” His eyes sparkle at that, “Pretty name. It suitsyou,”. Could this guy get any smoothe- “How about tonight?If you’re not busy?”.

Ijolt in my spot as my train of thoughts get abruptly cut off. Helooks at me a little worriedly. I sigh, “Sorry, I’m just reallynervous,”. Crap, why did I tell him that?

BeforeI can correct myself, he lets out a chuckle. “It’s okay. It’s kindacute, really,” Jun gives me a wink, (wow, okay, that’s kindarude just stealing my heart like that.) “See you then? I’lldrop by at 8,”.

Ihum, taking in a deep breath. “Maybe,” I tease, “Perhaps. If Idon’t forget,”.

Heclicks his tongue at this, before holding up his index and middlefinger tightly together and doing a short wave, “I doubt  you’llforget,”.

Andas he walks away, with a big grin hidden from my sight, all I can dois shut the door. He’s right.

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A look into BTS : Jungkook's phone 

[ TAEKOOK EDITION ]

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since you write for pairings i wondered if you could do a yoonmin soulmate au? thank you!

thank you for requesting!! hope you like it!

Title: I Just Want To See The Light ( & I Do When I’m With You)

No. of words: 2k+

SoulmateAU where when you first meet your soulmate, you can see colours +their first words will be imprinted on your skin. but like, an editedversion of it (will explain in story).

Jimin’ssalty.

He’slike saltier than McDonald’s french fries, and saltier than Jungkookwhen he loses in a game.

Allhis friends around him had already met their soulmate, and wereforever going on about the beauty of colours. Jimin was happy forthem, of course he was, they were, after all, his friends. But healso couldn’t deny he was just a teeny bit jealous. And curious.Well, really curious actually.

Mostof his friends had met their soulmates slightly before or right atthe age of 17, but here Jimin was, at 19, with still nothing.Or, the correct word would be, nobody. Taehyung, one of hisclosest friends, had recently met Jungkook (his soulmate). Andalthough Taehyung did meet Jungkook at 19 (Jimin’s age), itwas understandable since Jungkook had just hit 17 when they met.

Itwas like a thing, where when you reach a certain age, you justseem to gravitate more towards where your soulmate would be, and youjust find them.

Like…like magic.

ButJimin was sure his soulmate was older. He could feel it. Itwas another one of those soulmate things, and the fact that hissoulmate was most possibly older, meant that it wasn’t quiteunderstandable that Jimin hadn’t met him yet. He knew of some caseswhere people never met their soulmates at all, and Jimin would neverwant that to happen to him. He was too much of a romantic, after all.

Itwas a strange concept, the whole soulmate thing. You could know theperson your whole life, but would never know whether he or she isyour soulmate until you reach 17. You don’t just see colourswhen you meet your soulmate. It’s when they speak their first words,and just as those words ink themselves onto your skin, you start tosee colour.

Ifyour soulmate was older than you, and you haven’t reached The Ageyet, your first words to them would appear on their skin, and they’dbe able to see colours. But for you, their first words won’t appearuntil you turn 17, and only then will everything come to light.Literally. This very much happened in Jungkook’s and Taehyung’s case.

“C'monJimin!” Taehyung passes him a grin as he pulls out what he calls a‘red’ tshirt. Jimin wouldn’t know, all he saw was black and white.“It’ll be fine! It’s like… being a late bloomer, ya know?”. AsTaehyung slides the shirt smoothly off the hanger, Jimin’s eyesinstinctively snaps to the small black words written across his paleskin. It said ’You’rean idiot, but I love you, Kim Taehyung,’.It was possibly one of the things Jimin would have neverexpectedto come out of Jungkook’s mouth. (That kid was hard as rock butseemed to turn into jelly with Taehyung.)

SinceTaehyung and Jungkook had been best friends before either of themturned 17, they were already affectionate to each other, hence,Taehyung’s tattoo. Jimin hoped to have something as sweet as that onhis wrist… hethinks.

“Lasttime I recalled, being a late bloomer isn’t exactly a good thing,”Jimin sniffles bitterly, pulling on the red shirt before reaching fora pair of pants. “Don’t. Take that,” Taehyung warned, “That’sorange.It clashes horribly with red,”.

Jiminretracts his hand quickly, before making a face. “Thanks,” Hemutters before taking the 'black’ – Taehyung said – pants fromhis best friend. “By the way, I’m going over to Jungkook’s laterfor a party. Wanna come?”.

Shruggingon a leather jacket, Jimin ruffles his hair. “Nah, I’ve got a shiftas pizza delivery boy later,”. Taehyung gives a simple nod, beforeholding out his fist. Jimin grins when he sees it, then bumps his ownagainst the blonde’s. Theypull away, mimicking an explosion with their fingers.

“Nice,”Taehyung chuckles, finger– gunningJimin as he does so. “See you later, amigo,”He shuts the door behind him and Jimin gives a dismissive wave.

Hechecks the watch on his wrist. 3:00. He had a few hours before work,might as well hang out with Hoseok. Fishing his phone out of hispocket, Jimin dials the number.

–

Jiminmet up with Hoseok at the nearby coffee shop. It was going finereally, Hoseok was still as bright as the sun as he rambled on aboutthe new gig he had (he was a performer, dancer to be exact) whileJimin listened. Jimin was always known for being a good listeneranyways. Sometimes he thinks that’s why all his friends stuck around.

Butthen there’s the familiar chime of the bells hanging on the doorhandles and Jimin turns to look. Which is ridiculous becausenormally, he wouldn’t have cared. But it was on instinct, like howyou automatically turn to look at someone who just walked in late toclass. Not that you were judging, but their movement was sudden, andit attracted you.

Exceptthis wasn’t sudden. It was normal. And yet, Jimin turned to look. Hefound himself enraptured as a black (well of course) haired walkedthrough those doors, hands shoved deep inside his matching blackskinny jeans. The guy seemed to have a permernant pout stuck on hisface but for some reason, Jimin found it cute.

Hiseyes ran up and down the guy shamelessly, and he found his heartbeatstart to pick up. But… why? Could it be…

“Jimin!”Hoseok snapped his fingers in front of Jimin’s face, and the youngerjolts in his seat. He looks up to see Hoseok’s eyebrows knittedtightly together in concern as he stares Jimin straight in the eyes.“Are you okay? You were really spaced out there,”.

Jiminlets out an incoherent 'yeah, i’m good,’ before pushing his chairback and standing up. “Look, I gotta go for awhile,” Jimin barelyspares a glance at Hoseok as he says this. It’s like he had tobe near that guy. Something in his gut was telling him that,screaming at him to 'move closer’.

Tappingon the man’s shoulder, Jimin was about to part his lips to speak whenthe man turned around abruptly, several cups of coffee in hand.Unfortunately, Jimin was standing a little too close, and thecups knocked onto his chest before promptly spilling down onto thefloor and staining both their shirts.

Jimin’seyes widened at the sight (and he was glad that the coffee waslukewarm instead of scorching hot) and he felt himself turn red. Theman’s eyes pierced straight to his, and Jimin’s breath hitched. Hecouldn’t even speak, not with that gaze on him. He wanted toapologize, wanted to buy the man another drink, but he couldn’t. Hewas frozen to his spot.

Theman’s eyes softened for just a second as he looked at Jimin, buthardened soon enough. He didn’t even talk. Not even to tell Jiminoff. Instead, a low growl tumbled past his lips and he shoved pastthe younger with a dirty look.

It’sonly when Jimin hears the 'tink!’ of the bells start to fade does hemove. The cashier is staring at him, and not in a nice way. Hegives a smile that he hopes is apologetic before bending down tocollect the fallen cups. Hoseok is beside him in record time, helpingJimin and passing him multiple tissues before the cleaner comes andshooes the both of them away.

“Whatwas that?” Hoseok exclaims as Jimin washes his hands in the sink.The smell of coffee is strong, and everywhere. “I don’t know,”Jimin swallows. All he can remember is sharp orbs as they staredright into his.

–

“You!”Jimin screeches into the phone, and one of his co workers halts togive him a look. He sends her a charming smile, and she blinks,almost confused before walking away. It works everytime. “That’snot how you speak to a customer,” The voice on the other line says.

“You’reno customer,” Jimin sniffles. He looks left and right, making surehis manager was nowhere near before continuing, “Fine. Whaddyawant?”.

“Theones we usually buy, but like 5 boxes of those. All large,”Taehyung replies. Jimin doesn’t have to jot it down to remember.“Yeah? For the party?”. “That’s right,” Jimin can almost seeTaehyung nodding on the other end, “By the way, there’s thiscute rapper here to perform for it. I think you might like him, likeas a friend or whatever,”.

Jiminthinks back of the man he saw at the coffee shop. Definitely lookedlike a rapper now that he thought about it. He shook his head, no,too vague.

“Pizzasare on the way,” Jimin says, ignoring Taehyung’s earlier statement.

“Thanksbro,” Taehyung hangs up the call. Jimin quickly relays the messageto the kitchen, before going about answering more calls. It’s whenthe multiple pizza orders have been made does Jimin put on hishelmet, and climb onto his motorcycle. Well… more like the shop’sone, so that he could make the deliveries.

Hedecides to go to Taehyung’s first. Anyways, Taehyung was their firstorder. Jimin gets there quickly, loving the feeling of wind againsthis skin and the thrill of exhilaration as he zooms and maneuveringbetween crowds. He reaches there in about ten minutes. Taking off hishelmet, Jimin ruffles his hair before running fingers through it inan attempt to try and tame it.

Heknocks twice. Something in his heart sinks when he hears whoops ofjoy and music blasting from behind that door, and he wishes he couldhave spent some time with his best friend too. Jimin doesn’t get longto lament when the front door clicks open, and the first thing Jiminsees is a tuft of hair.

Very,familiar hairstyleactually.

Itwas the same guy from the coffee shop. Instantly, Jimin can feel awarm blush spread across his cheeks.

“Areyou the pizza guy?” He asks, eyebrows arches, eyes flashing as herecognizes Jimin’s face.

Ina fluster and slight captivation, Jimin blurts, “I’m yourpizza guy,”.

Asthe last words leave his lips, Jimin feels a sudden sting on hiswrist and his head spins as colour seems to slowly sink and melt intohis world. The only thing he can seem to see is the man in front ofhim. The man’s eyes widened too, and he’s blinking rapidly at Jimin.“Oh god,” Jimin hears himself stutter, “You’re mysoulmate?”.

Ittakes a while for the man to reply, but before he does, he snatchesthe boxes out of Jimin’s hands and places them on a table somewherein the house. He rushes back to Jimin right after. “You?” Theman’s lips are softly parted, “The guy who spilled coffee all overme this morning?”.

Jimin’sface flares. “Th – that’s me,”. He could feel his heartpounding hard and fast in his chest as he gazed at the man in frontof him. Black hair and beautiful dark brown eyes. Pale skin and pink,pretty lips. Like sure, theother colours around him were vibrant and so alive andyet Jimin could only focus on his soulmate. Oh god, Jiminfelt the sudden urge to kiss him.“I never got the chance tosay sorry,” Jimin clears his throat, before passing a small smile.

“It’sfine,” The man says, “I’m Min Yoongi,”. He holds out his hand,and Jimin takes in a staggering breath. “Park Jimin,” He takeshis hand. Something like an electric tingle travels up his hand, andJimin can’t seem to let go. Instead, he interlaces his fingers withYoongi. “Nice name,” Yoongi takes this in his stride, and whenJimin looks closely, there’s a soft tinge of pink on Yoongi’s cheeks.Cute.

“I– ah,” Damn, why did he make Jimin so breathless?He wasn’t even doing anything except standing there, “I have work,”He swallows.

“Ican see that,” Yoongi murmurs. Beautiful,is the one word that runs through and through Jimin’s head, and hedoesn’t know if it’s because he can see colours now or whether it wasbecause of the man standing in front of him. “I’ll see you?”Jimin asks, unsure, hesitant…

That’swhen Yoongi breaks out in a smile, and Jimin’s heart almost beatsit’s way out of his chest. He’d give anything to see that smileagain. Yoongi after all, did seem like the type who rarely smiled.“Not staying?” Yoongi’s voice is whisper – like, eyes coy.Jimin has work, he knows this, but he also knows they make exceptionswhen you first meet your soulmate.

“Ah,fuck it,” Jimin finds himself grinning, and then Yoongi pulls himforward with surprising strength. “C'mon then,” Yoongi’s handleaves his, but Jimin quickly catches it. There’s this thing aboutyour soulmate, where you feel like you have this strong,undescribable bond between each other even though you may have nevermet. Words couldn’t describe such an emotion.

“Myperformance is up soon. I’ll be uh, rapping.” Yoongi’s eyes dart tothe stage.  By the way, there’s this cute rapper here toperform for it. I think you might like him. “Ohyeah, sure,” Jimin nods.

Yoongigives him a smile again, but this time, a more gentle one, andJimin’s heart flutters at the softness of it all.

He’dhave to deal with his boss’s scolding later, right now… well, Jiminwouldn’t want to be anywhere else. Except here. With… MinYoongi.

–

Yoongistill sometimes blames Jimin for their cheesy but matching wristtattoos, like two halves of a heart only whole when put together, butJimin isn’t complaining. He knows Yoongi sort of, kind of likes ittoo.

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Seventeen Members & the Pick up - lines they would use pt.2

Seventeen Members & the Pick up - lines they would use pt.2

S.coups:  Someone should call the police, because you just stole my heart!

Woozi:  You must be a hell of a thief because you stole my heart from across the room.

Joshua:  Let me tie your shoes, cause I dont want you falling for anyone else.

Seokmin: Excuse me, I just need some directions. I’m trying to reach your heart.

Seungkwan: You may fall from the sky, you may fall from a tree, but the best way to fall... is in love with me.

Jun:  I'm not a photographer, but I can picture me and you together.

Dino: Are you a question? Because I really want to find out more about you.

Jeonghan:  Would you grab my arm so I can tell my friends I’ve been touched by an angel?

Vernon: You must be Jamaican, because Jamaican me crazy.

Hoshi:  If I could reach out and hold a star for everytime you’ve made me smile, I’d hold the sky in the palm of my hand.

Wonwoo: I can’t take my eyes off of you. Unless, of course, you notice me. Then, I’ll quickly look away and pretend nothing happened.

Mingyu:  I have to show you the prettiest girl I’ve ever seen. (shows phone with frontcam)

Minghao:  Hi, I’m writing a term paper on the finer things in life, and I was wondering if I could interview you?

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Sins BTS is guilty of

Hyung line.

The following information is strictly confidential. 

Kim Seokjin:

 Age: 24. Born: 4th December.

Sin: Being too good looking and stealing hearts all around the world. Has such a nice and soothing voice that makes people cry (cough, his I Love You cover). Makes people stay up late because they think of him too much and keeps on fangirling instead of sleeping.

Min Yoongi: 

 Age: 23. Born: 9th March.

Sin: setting people on fire with his lit rapping. touch people deep in their hearts with his meaningful lyrics. wrecks people’s bias lists when he goes from a sexy motherfucka to the cutest thing alive in one second. whenever he uploads a photo on twitter, there will be more than 10 people in this world that collapse and are sent to the hospital, immediately. 

Jung Hoseok:

Age: 22. Born: 18th February

Sin: hurting people’s faces by making them smile and laugh too much. his smile and laughter is deadly, as it is very, very contagious. He kills more than 100 people a year when he dances. Is the most precious thing in the last century. 

Kim Namjoon:

Age: 22. Born: 12th September.

Sin: Makes people cry themselves to sleep at night by saying the most meaningful things and having such deep lyrics. Miss Right killed many due to a lyric in a certain part of the song (coughs violently). Makes people spend way too much money on Converse Highs because of his one single song. Is a great, great, great leader and deserves so much more.

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Back To December II Kim Mingyu

No. of words: 1k+

Summary: It’s New Year’s Eve, and it’s just you and him, at least, in that moment. Nothing could go wrong, right? Wrong.

aka A Not So Happy New Year :))

31 December 2016

“Mingyu!” I yell, squinting my eyes as I try to find him in the crowd. There were people everywhere and I could feel myself starting to get lost in the crowd. They were starting to do the countdown, and I had to find Mingyu, fast. He was my best friend after all, and we promised to spend the New Year together since we didn't have anyone else when the ball dropped. I'm not going to deny I want to kiss him, but I'm just scared of what would happen if I did. We'd been friends for more than four years now, and it's like as if we know each other better than we know ourselves.

I don't want to ruin that. Especially not on a new year.

He's tall. Really tall. And yet, I can barely see him. Everyone's starting to gather at the window, where there will be fireworks, and they're screaming. So, so loud. They all reek of alcohol and too much perfume, and the combination isn't one I call pleasing. They're all happy though, so I guess that's what counts.

“y/n!” I hear a familiar voice call my name. My heart skips a beat at the sound.

“10!”

Oh crap.

I whip around, trying to locate the source of the voice.

“9!”

Mingyu pulls me by the wrist before I can even see him, and I laugh as he tugs me into him. His hair is ruffled and messy, and I card my fingers through them to try and tame it. He laughs along with me, hands on my shoulders. I'm used to this... used to proximity with Mingyu, and yet, I can feel my heart bursting out of my chest as he grins down at me.

“8!”

I shouldn't be nervous. I shouldn't be this happy. I've been this close to Mingyu before, and I always hang out with him. Why should this be any different? “Finally,” Mingyu says, “I've been looking for you everywhere,”.

“7!”

His hands fall from my shoulders and to his sides, and I try not to look too upset over the loss of contact. “Oh yeah? I've been trying to find you. Where did you go anyway?”. There's hardly anyone around us... everyone else had gathered outside or were rushing to the windows. We didn't bother. “I went to help out with the food,” He glances to the kitchen, “I wish I could've spent more time with you, though,”.

“6!”

His words could be casual... or not. And I don't know which way to take it. The party was thrown at Seungcheol's place, and since he and Mingyu were good friends, Mingyu agreed to help out with the food. It's dark outside, and the lights in the house are dimmed, and I pray he doesn't see the blush warming up my cheeks. “So, uhm,” He says suddenly, and I snap my head up, alert. “I have to tell you something,”.

“5!”

I feel his hands find mine, and soon, our fingers are interlocked. “What?” I whisper, hoping my voice didn't waver. “We've been friends for a long time, haven't we?” He seems nervous all of a sudden, and it pierces me with panic.

“4!”

“Of course,” I reply, “Why the sudden question?”.

“3!”

“I was thinking,” He begins slowly, “I wonder if you're bored of me?” His grin is joking, and I can hear it in his tone of voice too. Still, my bottom lip sticks out in a pout, slightly offended.

“2!”

“If I was bored of you, I think you'd be able to see it,” I tell him, poking him lightly in the chest. “Never, Kim Mingyu,” I say firmly, “I'll never get bored of you,”.

“1!”

“Good,” He takes a step forward, and instantly, the gap between us is closed.

“0!”

I can hear the fireworks popping in my ears, but the sound of my heart seems even louder. He's leaning in, tentative yet firm. But the moment shatters when a high  - pitched voice cuts through the air and he pulls away, jolting. “Mingyuuuu!” A girl screams. I don't recognize her. She's taller than me... so much taller. And her purple locks fall over her shoulders in curly waves. For a second, she spares a look at me, and my breath hitches. Because she's looking at me like as if I was an unwanted pimple that just popped up on her clear skin.

“Uh...” Mingyu lets go of me, and I want to pull him back. I lock eyes with him, and find he's just as confused as I am. Still, he turns to the girl, and lets out a crooked smile. “Hey Tiff! Wow, you look great today,” He compliments. “Right?” She flicks her hair, battling eyelashes at Mingyu. I can see his cheeks tinge pink, and I swallow, hard. Before he can say another word, the girl jerks him towards her, cups his cheeks in her hands and kisses him. His eyes are wide with shock, but when they start to flutter shut, I find my heart squeezing in my chest. But then he pulls away, lightning – quick.

Yet, she loops her arms around his neck after bringing his arms to her waist. She uses two fingers to lightly grasp his chin, and makes him look forward at her. It must be one of Mingyu's friends... He has lots, anyways. Or might be someone who just met him today. That thought hurts even more. Why isn't he pulling away? Maybe he's too shocked, maybe he wants it... I don't know. I can't think.

She just barges in and takes him away faster than I can even speak... but then again, he was never really mine to begin with.

When he finally pushes her off of him and mutters something into her ear that I can't quite catch, she walks away right after passing him a wink, and blowing a kiss at him. I don't realize I'm crying until he leans forward to try and thumb them off. “Why are you cry-” He starts, but I speak. Louder, firmer. “Congrats,” I force a smile, and it's never hurt so much. My head hurts, from the too loud music and constant cheering, and my stomach is churning. Yet, none of that compared to the ache in my chest that I wish so much would go away.

“y/n, I can explain. She was my high school friend, she's always had this 'thing' for me. I had no idea she was he-”.

“I said congratulations,” I say curtly, and I watch as his eyes flash with pain. I remember the way he maybe, even almost, kissed her back. “It's New Years. You should -” I take in a staggering breath, “You should enjoy this,”. I whirl around before he can catch my wrist. I'm glad the crowd is back and the fireworks are done, because I easily blend in with the crowd, weaving my way around people until I finally reach the front door.

I can hear him calling for me.

I don't turn around.