#{ ' felt tempted to make of this another dream but!!! i will behave for now uwu }

[ichoriism]

@temporalobjects​ inspired: 

❣️ jinwai *romantic music plays

Send ❣️ to catch my muse under a Mistletoe!

   his palms are sweaty, he notices with a grimace. stuffed into a casual outfit kyungmin chose for him, jin walks around the kitchen with words stuck in his throat. he carries the dishes he will have to do later but all his attention is caught by the pretty japanese man going around the bakery’s tables cleaning after customers once they leave. his eyebrows are slightly furrowed like it often happens when he’s focusing hard on a task and jin has to resist the urge to walk up to him and risk his life as he tells him he looks cute like this. 

   so he turns around and rushes back into the kitchen, missing the cue minyoung gives to taeil once he’s out of sight. taeil rushes to iwai, a smile on his face as he says ‘ iwai-san, could you please help us with the tables in the gardens? i’ll stay inside to place customers around. i think more will be arriving soon. ’ and iwai has no reason to suspect him, because taeil can look cute and innocent whenever he wants. jin doesn’t notice that he’s out as minyoung distracts him with things to wash and ‘ hyung, i think the scones are burning. ’ it’s such a freaking busy night jin almost forgets his plan for tonight. just as they save the scones and jin finishes the last round for the night, he glances to the clock and sighs. it’s so late already his plans have vanished through the door.

   so when minyoung asks him to go outside to collect the trash, he has no reason to suspect anything. he makes his way out not without glancing inside the bakery only to see no trace of munehisa anymore. he didn’t say goodbye, it’s not that strange, the japanese man is so considerate it’s one of the things jin treasures with careful hands. but his consideration still weighs on his heart sometimes. so he goes out, trash bags in hands, until he bumps against someone, the door closing behind them.

   he stares and they almost jump out of their skin as a thing falls from the little roof over the entrance. it dangles between them, this lingering smell of cookies and christmas. distantly, jin notices that it’s started to snow. snowflakes dust over munehisa’s eyelashes and he looks so small and so pretty before him, a flush on his cheeks, lips parted just barely. ❛ hi, ❜ jin breathes out, coy, heart singing, a smile touching his lips. 

   it’s all part of a plan, a very elaborated one to have been done by minyoung and taeil alone. but he’s grateful for this spot-on timing. he drops the empty bags on the sides as he steps forward. munehisa’s eyes widen, his flush growing to crimson and reaching the tips of his ears. jin bites on his bottom lip. ❛ i think we got mistletoed, ❜ he whispers, not afraid of breaking the silence but mindful of not cornering munehisa into something he doesn’t want. his heartbeat is wild but he stands where he is. how can he not when munehisa shines like this in a winter’s night? stars spilling behind him, soft brown eyes catching the light, pouty lips pink and looking so, so tempting, that cute mustache adding to the natural pout. 

   munehisa steps forward and they have the perfect height difference, jin notes for the nth time. the older dips his head a bit, angles it enough to break more of the inches separating them. the shorter man doesn’t move back, he leans in, pupils dilating as breaths mingle. sweetness begins at the tip of his tongue, tantalizing, the call of a siren urging him on. noses brush as eyelids drop slightly. ❛ merry kissmas? ❜ jin murmurs, earning a scoff that turns into something more as munehisa places a hand on his nape and finishes this distance.

[ddaenggtan]

what about a soft drabble where jimin comes home from military service???? i haven’t seen anything like that (i’ve been watching those videos on youtube and they never ever fail to make me CRY) ❄️

rip my heart i was v tempted to make this angsty bc i had the best idea for it ahahahahahahahaha bUT I DIDNT I PROMISE I WAS A GOOD GOBLIN this time

pairing: jimin x reader

wc: 708

warnings/genre: coming home fic, mayhaps i felt An Emotion while writing this uwu

The tick of the clock echoes in your ears, keeping your attention every time it starts to drift to other things. Most notably, the tests in front of you that you’re supposed to be grading while the class continues their busywork - which definitely aren’t some random worksheets you found in one of your online teacher groups, no matter what Hana in the classroom next door says, thank you very much.

Still, your kids are all behaving surprisingly well for a Friday afternoon; you’re the only antsy one in the room, apparently. You glance around again at the twenty-something collection of five year olds, each of them as dedicated to the task of coloring a flower according to numbers as the next. Their focus and concentration is admirable, especially considering they’re usually going absolutely wild around this time at the thought of going home and enjoying the weekend.

You’re just as apprehensive as they usually are, ready to leave the school where you teach and relax in your home for the night. It’s not ideal, since your boyfriend is still off doing his military service. That’s the thing you’re so excited about, though; he’s supposed to be coming back next week, and you’re on a mission to finish redecorating the bedroom you share. It’s a mess right now, your bed’s sitting in the middle of the living room, your dresser and nightstands in the center of your bedroom with paint cans and shelving unit parts everywhere else, but it’s going to look fantastic when you’re done.

You just have to finish it by the time he comes home next week.

“Miss, I need help!”

You stand and smile at the young girl who’s called you over; Huimang is your best friend’s daughter, and you love her more than nearly anything else in your life. She’s adorable, and she never fails to cheer you up at work.

The door opens while you’re helping her, and you don’t bother turning. It’s probably the principal, come to check on the classrooms as Seokjin is wont to do at the end of each week; instead you continue rifling through trying to help her find the right blue crayon for her Artistic Vision. It’s not until the class falls eerily quiet and Huimang’s eyes grow wide with joy that you finally turn.

Of all the things you could expect to see - Seokjin with his clipboard, maybe Hoseok with cupcakes for Huimang’s upcoming birthday, even your best friend Tae bringing in an impromptu art class - none of them can compare to the sight before you.

His hair is shorter, as per usual, and his muscles are more prominent than you remember, but the smile is as familiar as breathing, and his eyes still turn into crescent moons, and it’s been entirely too long since you’ve seen him.

“You...” Words swirl in your head as you stand from the crouch you’re in. You don’t ever look away, too afraid this is another dream you don’t want to wake up from. “You’re not supposed to be back for another week.”

“I know,” Jimin says, laughter in his eyes. “I wanted to surprise you.”

“But...the room isn’t finished yet, I thought-” Tears burn at the backs of your eyes, threatening to spill over with every second. “I thought I was gonna have more time.”

“I can always go and come back when you’re ready,” He says, taking a single step back toward the door. You rush at him, wrapping your arms around him and holding him so tight that your knuckles turn white.

“No, you’re not going anywhere,” You tell him, sniffling as you bury yourself in the familiar scent of him. “Never again.”

“Never again,” He agrees. He clears his throat a little, patting your back gently. “I think Huimang has a question for you, though, sweetheart.”

You pull back, wiping unshed tears from your eyes before you pull back just enough to turn around. You’re speechless when you see all of your kids lined up, helping each other hold up four large signs with a familiar phrase on them.

When you whirl back around to look at Jimin, he’s already on one knee, small black box open in his hand.

“Never again, sweetheart.”