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Unusual Asks

Spotify, SoundCloud, or Pandora? 

is your room messy or clean?

what color are your eyes?

do you like your name? why?

what is your relationship status? 

describe your personality in 3 words or less

what color hair do you have?

what kind of car do you drive? color?

where do you shop?

how would you describe your style?

favorite social media account

what size bed do you have? 

any siblings?

if you can live anywhere in the world where would it be? why?

favorite snapchat filter? 

favorite makeup brand(s)

how many times a week do you shower?

favorite tv show?

shoe size?

how tall are you?

sandals or sneakers? 

do you go to the gym? 

describe your dream date

how much money do you have in your wallet at the moment?

what color socks are you wearing? 

how many pillows do you sleep with?

do you have a job? what do you do? 

how many friends do you have? 

whats the worst thing you have ever done? 

whats your favorite candle scent? 

3 favorite boy names

3 favorite girl names

favorite actor? 

favorite actress? 

who is your celebrity crush?

favorite movie? 

do you read a lot? whats your favorite book? 

money or brains? 

do you have a nickname? what is it? 

how many times have you been to the hospital?

top 10 favorite songs

do you take any medications daily? 

what is your skin type? (oily, dry, etc)

what is your biggest fear? 

how many kids do you want? 

whats your go to hair style?

what type of house do you live in? (big, small, etc) 

who is your role model? 

what was the last compliment you received?

what was the last text you sent?

how old were you when you found out santa wasn’t real?

what is your dream car? 

opinion on smoking?

do you go to college? 

what is your dream job? 

would you rather live in rural areas or the suburbs? 

do you take shampoo and conditioner bottles from hotels? 

do you have freckles? 

do you smile for pictures?

how many pictures do you have on your phone? 

have you ever peed in the woods? 

do you still watch cartoons? 

do you prefer chicken nuggets from Wendy’s or McDonalds?

Favorite dipping sauce? 

what do you wear to bed? 

have you ever won a spelling bee?

 what are your hobbies?

can you draw? 

do you play an instrument?

what was the last concert you saw? 

tea or coffee?

Starbucks or Dunkin Donuts?

do you want to get married?

what is your crush’s first and last initial?

are you going to change your last name when you get married? 

what color looks best on you? 

do you miss anyone right now? 

do you sleep with your door open or closed?

do you believe in ghosts?

what is your biggest pet peeve? 

last person you called`

favorite ice cream flavor? 

regular oreos or golden oreos? 

chocolate or rainbow sprinkles? 

what shirt are you wearing? 

what is your phone background?

are you outgoing or shy?

do you like it when people play with your hair?

do you like your neighbors? 

do you wash your face? at night? in the morning?

have you ever been high? 

have you ever been drunk? 

last thing you ate? 

favorite lyrics right now

summer or winter? 

day or night? 

dark, milk, or white chocolate? 

favorite month? 

what is your zodiac sign

 who was the last person you cried in front of? 

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soft asks:

cherry - what is your sexuality?

lollipop - favorite makeup products?

daydreams - if you could be anything or anyone, who would you be?

october - what month were you born in?

caress - do you like to snuggle?

ivory - describe your pajamas?

golden - favorite stationary product?

freckles - most-worn article of clothing?

twilight - best friend?

silk - do you like k-pop?

poppy - favorite pastel color?

dimples - most attractive features of a person’s face?

sunkissed - autumn or spring?

buttery - favorite snack?

whisper - how much sleep do you get?

pencil - do you own a journal?

cupcake - are you a good cook?

honey - favorite term of endearment?

clouds - describe one of your favorite dreams?

velvet - who was your first crush?

paper - favorite children’s book?

peaches - do you have a skincare routine?

mochi - favorite studio ghibli film?

backyard - did you ever have an imaginary friend?

strawberry - favorite fruit?

kiss - have you ever kissed a friend?,

nightlight - do you read before bed?

shampoo - favorite scent?

skin - what distant relative are you closest to?

aphrodite - favorite actress/actor?

cuddles - do you have any pets?

lace - if you own any dresses, which is your favorite?

sheets - sanrio or san-x characters?

cream - frozen yogurt flavor?

watermelon - do films ever make you cry?

sapphos - favorite poet?

plush - how many stuffed animals do you still own?

roses - what flower do you find most beautiful?

sweetheart - favorite mug/cup?

sunset - what are your pronouns?

[softeryoons]

what’s up doc(tor Jungkook)?

Fluff | Straight fluff | Cute

1976 words

Archive link - https://archiveofourown.org/works/18894274

Yoongi gets sick. Luckily, super-caring-and-amazing-pro doctor-boyfriend Jungkook is here to help. 

“Babe.”

“Babe”.

“Baaaaaaaabe!”

“‘Baby?”

“My snuggly-wuggly tuggly baby boy?”

“Yoongi hyung, it’s time to get uuup!”

“Yoongles? Are you dead?”

Huh. This was going to be more difficult then it seemed. But Jungkook had a mission, bestowed on him by none other than the great gods above (Namjoon hyung, mostly). A mission to wake Yoongi up. Because, you see, they had to be on set for an interview in about 45 minutes, which meant they needed to be leaving in about 15 minutes. Which meant Yoongi needed to be awake. After a few minutes of discussion over the breakfast of cereal and toast that Yoongi wasn’t attending, it was decided that Jungkook should go wake him up. (Seokjin hyung said it was because him and Yoongi were dating, which meant Yoongi was more likely to listen to him. Jungkook said it was because Seokjin was a pussy and was afraid of the mean right hook a just awoken Yoongi could swing, but Jungkook went anyway. What was he supposed to do, say no to seeing Yoongi’s cute little nose scrunch when he wakes up?). Yet, here he was, absolutely nose scrunch deprived. Because a crucial part to seeing Yoongi up was, well, Yoongi waking up. And Yoongi wasn’t doing that, so here Jungkook stood. Standing over Yoongi, curled up under a mound of blankets.

“Babyyyyy…. please? Pwease? Pwetty pwease will you wake up?”

Jungkook was pulling out all the stops. Obnoxious baby voice, sickly sweet pout – one way or another Yoongi was waking up, whether it was because of the noise or out of annoyance.

“Yoongi hyung…Yoongles…Yoooongles!” “MMmmmnooo….”

Aha! At long last, a semblance of success! Yoongi had spoken! Well, while it wasn’t quite words, it was certainly noise. But as Yoongi began to wake up and peel the various blankets, Jungkook soon realised the reason for his reluctance. Because Yoongi, for lack of a better word to describe his cuddly, adorable, cute boyfriend, looked like shit. His eyes were red and puffy, his cute chubby cheeks were flushed, and his nose was red and runny. To his credit, it took Jungkook all of 2 seconds to get over his initial shock and switch straight into ‘super-caring-and-amazing-pro doctor-boyfriend’ mode. He dropped to his knees besides Yoongi’s bed and went to feel his forehead. Yoongi had other ideas. He batted away Jungkook’s hand, mumbling something unsavoury about mother hens and overprotective boyfriends. “Jungkook-ah, it’s not that bad. It’s just a small cold, really, I’ll be fi-”. Whatever Yoongi’s next words were, they were cut off by a violent sneezing fit into the tissues Jungkook had grabbed from the bedside table. (That’s right, he’s the one and only ‘super-caring-and-amazing-pro doctor’ boyfriend).

“No, Yoongi. I don’t know if you’ve seen yourself but like, look at you! There’s no way you’re going to any interview– or anywhere, in fact, besides this bed. Not as long as I, your super-caring-and-amazing-pro doctor boyfriend is here to stop you.” “My super-caring…what? Anyway, you worry too much. I’ll be fine, truly! Just a dab of concealer and no-one will notice.” Yoongi made a good point. It was unfortunate, then, that his good point was immediately ruined by the fact that when he sat up to drive his point home, his head started spinning and he collapsed into Jungkook’s waiting arms. “I think my point has proven.” He mumbled weakly into Jungkook’s chest, causing the younger to laugh. “Yeah, you’re not going anywhere. Don’t worry, Yoongles. We all have sick days. You lie back down, and I’ll go talk to everyone else. Be back soon.” He patted Yoongi’s head and manoeuvred him back into a lying down position, kissing him on the forehead before standing and leaving. - - - - - Yoongi hated being sick. He hated having a headache. He hated feeling sore in all his joints. He hated feeling so weak and frail. And he hated people going out of their way to care for him. Which is exactly what Jungkook was doing. He had been up and down constantly, getting Yoongi more water, more tea, another blanket, checking his temperature, and pretty much giving Yoongi another headache with how much he’s fretting. He figures maybe he should be more sympathetic – to be fair to him, they haven’t been dating for that long, only pining for years, and this is the first time that Yoongi has gotten sick since they’ve started dating. So, maybe it’s understandable that Jungkook is stressed, maybe that Jungkook sees it as a kind of ‘test’ or whatever, to prove to someone (maybe himself?) that he can, actually, look after Yoongi. Hell or high water. Or nasty virus. But Yoongi is sick. So, he doesn’t have to be understanding. Or sympathetic. And sure, maybe Yoongi did like to be taken care of in ah...otherareas (but he wasn’t a pillow princess! No matter what Jungkook said), this was getting ridiculous.

After Jungkook has made his fifth round out of Yoongi’s room and back again (no, hyung, I swear! Tae always has the fluffiest blankets, so I’ll just get you one of his, so you can be super comfortable!) Yoongi put his foot down. Well, not really. Since Jungkook had told him to lie down, he hadn’t got back up. “Jungkook-ah. Seriously. I know you want to look after me but – come on! I know that Namjoon told you that you could stay only if you keep an eye on me and make sure I don’t get worse, but seriously. Sit down.”

“But hyung, what if you get uncomfortable or start to feel worse, and I know you’re too stubborn to say anything-” “Thanks, Kook.” “And then you just end up feeling worse and I fail in my duty as a super-caring-and-amazing-pro doctor boyfriend!”

“Kook. Kookie. Baby. Calm the fuck down.”

That, at least, got Jungkook to stop. Apparently, there’s something more intimidating about being told what to do when the order is issued by a small, grumpy man lying in bed. Yoongi continued, “if you really wanna help me and be my super-caring and whatever boyfriend, then calm down, lie with me, put on that stupid drama you got me addicted to, and cuddle with me until my stupid immune system get’s better at it’s job. Actually, don’t cuddle with me. I think the managers might kill me if I get you sick too.”

Jungkook laughed at the last statement, already moving to get Yoongi’s laptop from where it was charging on the desk. “Not a chance, hyung. You asked me to cuddle with you, and there’s no taking it back. I won’t get sick, anyway. Not me. I eat oranges. My vitamin C levels are so high, they’ll protect you too. But only if we’re touching so, the cuddling is necessary, in fact.” Jungkook heard the soft laughter from the bed behind him and smiled, glad that even though Yoongi was feeling bad, he still had an intact sense of humour. He smiled again as Yoongi immediately latched onto him as soon as he lay down, resting his head on Jungkook’s chest. As the opening scenes of the episode began to play, he felt Yoongi’s breathing slow and smiled softly once more as he ran his fingers through Yoongi’s hair. - - - - - Jungkook was not smiling anymore. Oh no. Jungkook was trying to, as quiet as possibly, curse the kitchen, the universe, and the creator of chicken noodle soup for making it so damn difficult. He thought it would be easy. He thought it would be a nice gesture for Yoongi. He had fallen asleep, sometime in the third or fourth episode. Ok, Jungkook thought, time for lunch. Time to sneakily un-intertwine himself with Yoongi’s arms, (a feat in itself, but only because he had to stop and coo at every one of Yoongi’s adorable noises), then go to kitchen and get working on the 100% absolute scientifically proven cure for the common cold – chicken noodle soup. It’s easy, he thought. I’ve seen the hyung’s do it a thousand times. Just throw the shit into a pot and wait. Easy. Yeah, real easy, Jungkook thought bitterly, staring at the lump, congealed mess that was supposed to be Yoongi’s lunch.

But it’s not like it couldn’t be salvaged. Uber Eats existed. But he wanted to do this, at least, for Yoongi. Even if these were less then ideal circumstances, it was always nice to make a meal for someone you love. He could just order the Uber Eats and then put it in the pot, play off like he made it. But where would he put the already existing chicken soup-like…thing? Jungkook is pretty sure the plumber wouldn’t appreciate him pouring it down the sink – it could probably clog pipes at 20 paces. Just as he is debating on the ethical pros and cons of lying to his boyfriend about making him soup, said boyfriend appeared in the doorway.

Well, it was either Yoongi or a living, breathing blanket, which is what actually appeared. Yoongi had made it out of bed, but brought one of the multiple blankets with him, and had used it to cover almost his entire body as he walked (shuffled) towards the kitchen, only his eyes visible. “Jungkookie? Where did you go?” Jungkook couldn’t see the elder’s mouth, but he just knew he was talking in pout again. This was the kind of Yoongi he signed up to see in the morning – not the ‘I have had a terrible night’s sleep, woken up and realised I’m sick’ morning Yoongi, but the ‘I’m very cuddly and soft and have just woken up from a nice dream’ post-nap Yoongi.

“Nowhere, baby. Just to the kitchen to ah…attempt some soup.” That got Yoongi’s attention, and had him shuffling over to look in the pot. He frowned upon the sight of the greasy soup. “Is that…is that a noodle?” He asked, pointing at a blubbery, bloated pale thing. “Thank you for trying, Kookie but…maybe we could order lunch?” Jungkook smiled down at the talking mound of blankets and patted it on the head. “You’re the boss today, Yoongles. What do you want to eat?”

After about 3 seconds of deciding (obviously I want lamb skewers, Kookie. What else?), the two were sitting down on the couch and setting the same drama up on the TV. There was a moment of comfortable silence between the two.

“You know, Kook. When you’re not trying to be the best super-caring-and-amazing-pro doctor boyfriend, you’re actually really really good at taking care of people. Thank you for today.” He snuggled into Jungkook’s side, content with his confession.

“…..Just double checking, I am still a super-caring-and-amazing-pro doctor boyfriend, right?” “KOOK! Oh my god, shut up!” Yoongi hit him with the pillow, laughing behind his fake anger. “Just double checking, Yoons! Hey, ow!” Another hit from the pillow. “You’ve asked me so many times!” Another hit. “Ok, ow! That hit called for revenge!” Jungkook grabbed a pillow of his own. “Kookie, you wouldn’t hit an ill person would you? Jungkook!” Yoongi immediately went into defence, curling up under his blanket. “You asked for this, hyung!” Jungkook would feel guilty later. Now was the time for winning.

It was barely 30 seconds of playfighting before Yoongi was collapsing back onto Jungkook with exhaustion. A few more moments of silence went by, filled only with Yoongi’s heavy breathing.

“You are, by the way.” “Are what, babe?” “A super-caring-and-amazing-pro doctor boyfriend.” “Yoongi, you can’t just go around saying things like that. I could get a heart attack from the overwhelming amount of cuteness!” “Kookie!” “It’s true hyung. I’d be fine, though, everyone knows super-caring-and-amazing-pro doctor boyfriends don’t get hurt. Their too busy looking after their cute, sweet, amazing boyfriends.” “Oh, now who’s going around giving people heart attacks with their cuteness?” “Still you, Yoons. Don’t deny it.”

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lost and found (taegi)

Fluff | Angst | Cute

1584 words

Archive link - https://archiveofourown.org/works/18680977 

When Yoongi doesn't come home, Taehyung looks for him.

3:04 am

The bed is cold when Taehyung wakes up. He had only meant to have a nap while waiting for Yoongi to come home, but he had been asleep for longer then he meant and judging by the clock on his bedside table, it’s just past 3 in the morning. His Yoongi hyung isn’t here, his baby, his soulmate. And that’s just, that’s just unacceptable. And at this time in the morning! Taehyung immediately decides that something must be done. He steels himself for the coldness when he removes the sheets, slips his feet into those adorable bunny slippers Jimin bought him years ago, and begins the search for Yoongi. 

3:16 am

Taehyung has been everywhere. He’s looked in the kitchen. In the bathroom. In the laundry. In the other bathroom. Under the couch. In the closet. He even has a peek in Seokjin’s room, even though Yoongi hasn’t slept there for the 6 months they’ve been dating – he far prefers being surrounded by Taehyung, both in a physical sense when they cuddle and in a mental sense when he’s covered in his sheets. Plus, it means Namjoon’s free to visit the eldest whenever he wants so, it works out for everyone. Except for the fact, of course, that Yoongi isn’t there. Texting him is no help – it never is, Yoongi will only respond to a text under pain of death. But Taehyung has been trying anyway.

To: baby <333 Today at 3:07 am

where r uuuu? :(((((

Today at 3:09 am

im worried baby

Today at 3:12 am

r u hurt? have u been mugged?

Today at 3:13 am

OMG NOW I THINK UVE BEEN MUGGED PLS REPLY

Today at 3:15 am

i miss u :(

Today at 3:16 am

r u in the studio? u promised u would take a break :(((((((

No response. Taehyung sighs heavily. Yoongi still isn’t responding which usually wouldn’t worry him but just – it’s late (or rather, it’s early). His mind is filled with images of Yoongi working himself to death in the Genius Lab, ruining his eyesight and spine. It’s true, Yoongi had promised that he’d limit his time in the studio for the sake of Taehyung, and it’s true he’s been getting better with limiting his work, not letting his perfectionism force him to sacrifice his sanity. Still frowning, Taehyung grabs his coat and calls an uber to the BigHit building.

3:36 am

Taehyung lets himself into the Genius Lab. He remembers the day he got the passcode like it was yesterday – two months into them dating, he had been standing outside holding takeaway food and knocking on the door. Yoongi had texted him the code and even though he sounded aloof in the text, he was blushing like crazy and refused to meet Taehyung’s eyes once he got in. The code was (and still is) 123095 which is just – unbelievably adorable, and lead to Taehyung kissing every available bit of face that Yoongi wasn’t hiding in his hands. But now, each number causes a little more disappointment to fester in Taehyungs gut. And he knows its unfair, he knows that being disappointed because his boyfriend had to work is selfish but if he’s being honest, he doesn’t care. Yoongi had promised him this, had promised him he would be home before midnight at the absolute – absolute latest. And he wasn’t. Taehyung is young and allowed to be selfish, and half of his disappointment comes from concern for Yoongi. Every night that Yoongi spends locked inside his studio is another night that he hasn’t eaten properly, another night he hasn’t slept properly, and Taehyung is worried, ok? But he practices his best ‘No, I’m not angry Yoongi, I promise’ face and swings open the door. Yoongi isn’t there.

3:48 am

Taehyung isn’t stressed. He’s not. He’s really, really, not. He’s just anxiously pacing the length of the Genius Lab for fun. The fact he’s almost pulled his own hair out – well, that’s just him trying out a new look. Because Yoongi – Yoongi isn’t anywhere. He’s been waiting here for 3 minutes, in case Yoongi has just gone to get a snack. And then he went to check the dance rooms, checked the offices, checked the cafeteria, and ended up back at the studio. Again, no sign of Yoongi. In fact, no sign of another breathing soul, despite a security guard that looked at him oddly. He’s just so worried. The studio seems like he left in a hurry – his phone is on the desk and the lights were still on. He has no idea what he’s supposed to do now – go back to bed? Wait in the Genius Lab? Text Yoongi 17 more times? He tried the last one. There’s been no response. He thinks he’s justified in being concerned but now, there’s nowhere for that concern to go. He ends up wandering the BigHit building, hoping that Yoongi will jump out of nowhere – maybe throw him a 7-month early surprise birthday party. To no-one’s surprise, it doesn’t happen. 

3:56 am

He’s made it to the roof. From here, you can see the expanse of the city, but still feel removed. It’s quiet here as well. And cold. The ideal place you’d come to calm down and focus after a bad day working. Thinking back, Taehyung can’t believe he didn’t think of it sooner. Because there, leaning against the air conditioning unit, is a dark figure. As he gets closer, he can see the figure is wearing dark jeans and a large oversized hoodie. As Taehyung gets even closer, he can see the delicate features from under the hood – the doll lips and kitten eyes. Which are currently closed, showing that Yoongi is fast asleep. 

“Yoongi. Yoongles. Hyung. Baby?” A quiet groan, and a shift of the shoulders.

“Hyung, wake up please?” A moment, and then the pretty eyes open. “Taehyung-ah!” 

There’s another moment of silence, in which Yoongi takes in his position on the roof, the fact that Taehyung is still wearing pyjamas, and the fact that he somehow made it all the way over here wearing bunny slippers. Another moment as Yoongi wakes up and realises how long after he was expected home it is. One more moment, and Yoongi registers the relief and worry in Taehyung’s eyes.

“What time is it?” “It’s almost 4, hyung. What are you doing out here? Why didn’t you respond to my texts? I was worried, Yoongi-hyung, I- I missed you.” Yoongi frowns at the confession, but he seems more disappointed in himself at causing Taehyung to feel that way. He stands, leading Taehyung to the barrier at the edge. He chews his lip and tries to find the right words. “I’m sorry, Tae. I…I was having a bad day. Nothing seemed to go right for me as I was working and I…I don’t know what happened, but I just started thinking about all of these horrible things, Tae… I thought I was over having panic attacks when things didn’t go my way, but I guess…”

Yoongi lets out a bitter laugh, staring at the ground. He’s too ashamed of himself at putting Taehyung in this situation to meet his eyes. 

“And then I came up here to try calm down and I guess it worked a little bit but… I left my phone in the studio and just the thought of going back there seemed … too much. I’m sorry I didn’t respond to you, Tae. And I’m sorry that I didn’t come home when I should of, and I’m sorry I left you to sleep alone, and I know that this doesn’t really make it better but I am really sorry, Taehyung-ah, I’m so sorry and-”

Yoongi’s long winded apology is interrupted by Taehyung pulling him into an embrace. All the bitterness has melted out of him upon hearing Yoongi’s reason. But still, there’s something he wants Yoongi to hear. 

“You know hyung,” Taehyung speaks into the top of Yoongi’s head, refusing to let him out of the embrace. “You could have just talked to me. You don’t have to be alone in situations like these, hyung. Let me take care of you, ok?”

Yoongi swallows harshly and takes a moment to reply. “I didn’t want to-to bother you, Tae. I’ve always dealt with them myself and…” His voice is so unbearably soft and vulnerable it melts Taehyungs heart, but then steels it as he decides on a new resolve. 

“I’m not going to let you suffer alone again, hyung, ok? I don’t want you to. So tell me! No matter when or where.” The two pull apart as Taehyung looks into Yoongi’s eyes. 

“Promise me, hyung. Promise me you’ll tell me when you’re suffering.” “O-ok, Tae. I promise.” They kiss, sealing the promise as one Taehyung never intends to break. The romantic moment, however, is interrupted by Taehyung yawning loudly, causing Yoongi to take his hand and tug him towards the stairs down to the exit.

4:34 am

They sleep, bodies entwined. Their eyes are both closed. They sleep soundly throughout the night, the whispers of promises never to be broken ringing in their ears. There are far worse things, after all, to be ringing in your ear. (Such as the noise of an alarm clock going off at an unacceptable time, signalling that even those going on 3 am hunts for their boyfriend still have to get up at 6 am).

[softeryoons]

dammmnnnnn

he didn’t have to go that hard🔥

[softeryoons]

A GOD

I can’t breathe

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