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lixhive · 2 years

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sweeter than suga | three

pairing: min yoongi x female!y/n | au: strangers2lovers, cafe genre: sweet! (fluff) | rating: pg13 | wc: 1.8k+

synopsis: “…you get an order for a couple of drinks at the cafe and a grumpy name named suga will pick them up. i wonder what drink is his?”

warnings: none author’s note: please give me any feedback.

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The soft pitter-patter of the rain filled your ears as you made your way to work. It was early in the morning, but the weather wasn’t the greatest. They predicted on the news that it was going to rain quickly, but as you walked, the rain was getting worse.

The simple patter was starting to hit your black umbrella harder. You just needed to round the corner to get to the café. “Why is it so gloomy?” You question. You quicken your pace hoping you can get to the café without the rain getting any worse than it already was.

You turn the corner and see a figure standing in front of the café. It was the weekend, and usually, you opened by yourself. It wasn’t as busy as it was on weekdays. As you got closer, the figure didn’t have an umbrella. “Yoongi?” You speak his name and he can’t help but give a tiny smile.

Truthfully, his heart is guiding his actions more than his brain. If he used his brain, he’d have an umbrella and not show up so early to see you again. His heart, on the other hand, convinced him to get dressed and go see you again. Once you call his name, a pink blush appears on his cheeks.

“Morning,” he said, a bit flustered. “Morning. Here, hold this.” You give him your umbrella, take out your keys and unlock the big lock on the side.

“Why are you here so early?” Your voice is laced with a bit of worry.“Oh, I um… I was going to order an Iced Americano.” That was true but he also just wanted to see you again. You finally unlock the doors and let Yoongi in.

You wouldn’t leave him in the rain. “Thank you.” “Don’t worry about it.” A giggle leaves your lips watching him get flustered. You go to the break room and place your things down. Grabbing a clean towel, you put on your apron and walk back to the front. “Use this Mr.Iced Americano so you don’t get sick,” handing him the towel.

“Sorry for the trouble,” he mutters. “Huh? You didn’t do anything wrong. Just bring an umbrella next time,” you give a small smile. “Oh, and your usual will be done in a few minutes.”

You get started with turning on the coffee machines and checking the inventory. Yoongi peers over at you as you start to work and get the café ready for other customers. He watches in awe the entire time and even forgets to dry his hair.

“Oh shoot, I need to bake the cookies,” you mumble. It’s been a constant thing. Any time he orders his Iced Americano, you give him a treat. Yoongi seems to like the cookies the most.

“Y/n?” Looking up from your current task, he sheepishly holds the folded towel in front of him. “Where should I put this?” “Umm,” you put the tray of cookies in the oven and turn back around, “I can take it.”

As he gives you the towel, he asks another question. “Do you need help?” “Do you want to help?” Countering his question with another. Silently, you take him by the hand and lead him to the back. You take an apron off the hook and hold it up, waiting for him to put his head through the top part. “Will I get paid?” He jokes. “No sorry, that only applies to actual employees,” you chuckle.

He puts his head through the loop and watches you tie the straps around his waist. “Alright, welcome to your first and last day. We need to bake cookies.” Following you, he watches you measure out all of the ingredients and get them mixed. Right after you instruct him to place the cookie dough on the tray with parchment paper.

“You do this every morning?” Yoongi puts on some gloves and starts to roll the dough in his hands. “Depends, most times its cookies. Other times it's cupcakes and cake.” Stopping him for a moment, you rolled up his sleeves. Making sure he doesn’t get his clothes dirty. “Don’t you work with someone else?” Another leaves his lips as he continues rolling out the dough.

“On weekdays I open with Lina. They tend to be slower than weekdays so I open by myself.” Once he finishes rolling out the dough, you instruct him to ball up the dough and put it in a bowl. Covering the bowl with plastic wrap, you place the bowl on the corner that’s closest to the oven.

“You like opening by yourself?” Another question from his direction. “Sometimes I do. I like the peace of the morning.” Your answer, revealing more about your personality. He hums a response as you grab a mitten and take the baked cookies out of the oven. Then he notices that they are the cookies you usually serve him. The chocolate chip cookies.

How’d I not notice? Seems like she thinks of everything. Y/n is such a mystery.

“I think you should go wash your hands instead of watching me, Yoongi,” You giggle watching the rosy color appear on his cheeks again. Flustered, he goes to wash his hands and dry them off while Y/n sets the cookies to cool. Eventually, you go check on Yoongi who was drying his hands.

“Anything else I should do?” “No, I got it. Remember, this is your first last day,” you smirk. Once again, you untie the apron from around his waist before looking up at him. The sudden urge to kiss the man in front of you was strong. Because maybe he felt it too. Maybe he can feel the air getting electrified. Maybe he feels the same attraction you felt for him. And with all that, you pull the apron close only to feel his lips on yours.

It’s just a kiss. It can easily confirm your suspicions. After a few seconds, his lips move alongside yours. As if to overcome the shock, he easily kissed you back. Nothing but a simple kiss, it confirms your questions. Nothing but soft lips moving in sync. His hands gently touch yours, as if to test his limits. Slowly his hands move downwards and stop at your waist.

Pulling your body against him, his warmth engulfs you. This answers a lot of questions. Only then you pull away from the kiss. A low hum comes from him and you can’t help but giggle. “It’s my last day because employees can’t be in relationships, huh?” He guessed it right. You nod your head not breaking his gaze.

His eyes quickly glance down at your lips. Truly you can see that the man in front of you is in a daze. One of the coffee machines go off and it spooks you for a moment. Remembering that you have a cafe to run. Quite literally, it’s your job.

Yoongi’s arms only tighten around your waist. “C’mon, I have to work,” you giggle. A sigh leaves his lips as he lets go. Eventually, he follows you back out to the front. You hand him his drink and the baggie of cookies. “Iced Americano and some chocolate chip cookies,” you say with a smile behind the corner. Before he said anything, he walks back to the glass doors and turned the sign to “closed.”

“What are you doing?” Confused by his actions, you walk from behind the corner. “I just need to make sure…” “Make sure of what?” And before you know it, he has you in an embrace again, his lips on yours. Happily accepting the kiss, you even laugh during the kiss. “Till next time,” he says while pulling away from the kiss. You answer back with a simple hum. “Till next time.”

Yoongi picks up his things and leaves.

“He’s in such a good mood.” If anyone glanced at Yoongi, they’d only figure out part of the reason why he was in such a good mood. Throughout the morning, the man noticed that the more he drank the coffee, more numbers would be revealed. “Should I not be in a good mood?” Hearing his roommates’ comments. “No, it’s just been a while since we’ve seen you this happy,” Namjoon says with a smile.

All the roommates were having a meeting and Yoongi wasn’t listening to a single word. Even though everyone noticed his change of mood, only Jimin and Namjoon were laughing about it. “It’s the waitress from the restaurant, right?” “Yeah, and like an idiot, he left without an umbrella to go see her. Whipped…” Jimin grins.

As the day continues, Yoongi sits and ponders what he should do next. He already saved your number into his phone. He was going to text you but now he doesn’t know what. After this morning’s event, the daze started to clear out and the panic started to settle in. Then there’s a knock on his bedroom door.

Yoongi doesn’t even answer, the door opens with a smirk plastered on Jimin’s face. Usually Jimin would ask to come in but since it means that Yoongi was in a good mood, he won’t miss the chance to tease him. “Did you call her yet?” “No, she’s still at work. What do you want?”

“Well, I came to tease you for the most part but if you need help, I can definitely help with that too,” Jimin says while taking a sip of his drink. What Jimin had failed to tell Yoongi, is that Jimin and Taehyung went to the cafe to go see this woman again. If she had such an effect on Yoongi, something definitely happened.

“So she is currently on her break I think… you could text her.” Immediately Yoongi glares at Jimin and gives him a look. “Stop messing with me, I’ll text her later.” “She clearly said she didn’t mind getting a message around this time.” Yoongi glances at his phone for a moment only for the screen to light up.

Clear as day, a text message from the number he just saved into his phone. Only for it to read, I’ll probably text you later because my break is almost over. Maybe wanna go somewhere tomorrow… maybe?

“What did she say?” Jimin starts to look over Yoongi’s shoulder and quickly Yoongi grabs his phone. Before Yoongi could text back, another text appeared. Two of your friends came into the cafe. They gave me your number.

You’re about to get off break in a few minutes, but you’re waiting for your screen to light up. The two guys that came in earlier, were all giggly while speaking to you. “Is that the iced americano guy? You finally got his number?” Lina asks while looking over your shoulder. “Yes, yes and shouldn’t you be wiping tables?” “Yes and I handed them to Genee because I wanted to see why you didn’t clock back in from break.”

Typically, you would clock back in a bit earlier to help out or finish some baking. Yet, here you were staring at your phone waiting for one simple reply. It hasn’t come yet and you’re getting anxious.

Then the little typing bubble appears, then disappears. I could maybe pick you up tomorrow @10am. Maybe to eat? Your face heats up a bit realizing he is teasing you but he accepted the date.

#btshoneyhive #houseofddaeng #btsgoldnet #min yoongi #min yoongi series #fluff #soft yoongi #bts jin #bts jhope #bts rm #bts jimin #bts v #bts jungkook #imagine #cafe au

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bluemari23 · 4 months

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main masterlist

this is going to be my main masterlist where everything is going to be organized☺️

I write for whichever member I choose to. this is my blog and I reserve the right to write whatever I wish.

IMAGINES

SEVENTEEN

8:32 | choi seungcheol

where you feel insecure during a cuddly morning with your boyfriend

lemon tart | choi seungcheol

a new cafe for a much needed date brings out tons of giggles and plenty of kisses

soul glow | choi seungcheol

you attended your first concert, waiting a long time to see your ult group perform. unable to recognize a soul bond taking place, you leave early, leaving seungcheol to scramble to find you.

soul haze || choi seungcheol

soul glow pt.2

you had just gotten home after leaving the seventeen concert early, only for your phone to start ringing with what you think is the biggest joke of the century. it turns out, that maybe you left too early.

anything for you | choi seungcheol

where he can tell your feelings are becoming too much again and he decides to keep you with him for the day

new _world || choi seungcheol

the night of your 18th birthday left nothing to be desired; waking up to no hint of any soul bond left you one of the unbonded. almost eight years later, however, you find out that you are very much not unbonded, and that your soulmate is someone who you admire. very much.

darl+ing you || choi seungcheol

new _world pt 2

You were on your way to South Korea, leaving your life behind to follow your soulmate back home. Your anxiety runs amok, and Seungcheol tries his best to get to know you better.

don't wanna cry || choi seungcheol

you had been ignored and neglected again, on the night of your soul bond anniversary. you were tired and felt defeated. and it took just that for your soulmate to snap out of his funk and remind you of why you were soulmates.

BTS

muscle tension | park jimin

you feel a little stressed after a family visit and your husband helps relieve some tension

cake cake cake | jeon jungkook

your boyfriend eats the cake for a party and thinks he can get away with it

hey soulmate | min yoongi

your first day on the job doesn’t turn out the exact way you envisioned

inspiration | min yoongi

you had been called to your soulmates studio for "inspiration" and walked into an unexpected but not unwelcomed situation

remember our touch || bangtan

you try to push away your bad memories and your soulmates help you replace them with good ones.

ATEEZ

warm and soft | kim hongjoong

your soulmate knows exactly what to do when he can tell your stuck in your head, needing to just feel him against you.

dancing like butterfly wings || park seonghwa

you’ve been feeling a little down lately as you experience another flare up, and not wanting to feel like a burden, you try to to hide it from your soulmate.

festival love || kim hongjoong

you wait patiently for your soulmate to finish his practice rehearsal for the famous festival so you can go spend the day together before his performance. Things don’t necessarily go as planned but everything turns out alright in the end.

dazzling light || kim hongjoong

your soul bond activates at a concert and you seriously doubt your actually going to be able to meet them, not when they are on the stage and more than likely can't see the soul light that surrounds you.

HEADCANONS

BOYFRIEND BTS

bts and how they would kiss their s/o

bts and the place they like to kiss you the most

bts and how they would react to being jealous

bts and how they would react to their s/o being shy with other people

bts members and how they would react to their foreign s/o being the 8th member of bts (poly)

bts members and how they would react to their non-idol s/o (poly)

bts and how they would react to their s/o falling asleep in their lap

bts and how they react to their s/o's natural hourglass figure

bts and how they react to their small/petite s/o

bts and how they would ask you out after you've been friends for a while

bts and how they would react to their girlfriend trying to hide their pots flare up

bts and how they react to your niece/nephew saying their name

bts members and how they would love their plus-size s/o

bts when their independent soulmate suddenly wants to be babied

hybrid!bts when they are clingy with their mate

bts: sacrifice you or the world

BOYFRIEND SEVENTEEN

bf!seungcheol and how he loves his plus-size s/o

These works nor any part of their content may be republished, reproduced, translated or used in any manner without the express permission of purpleyoonn. These are works of fiction. The names, characters, places and incidents are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously.

#bluemari23 #masterlist #main masterlist #oneshots #imagines

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kookslastbutton · 2 years

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Welcome to my library!

To check out a book, you must be 18+ as my work includes nsfw themes and are not suitable for minors. Secondly, please keep in mind that I write for a diverse audience. OCs within my fics will have minimal physical descriptors. I personally see my OCs as being about 24+ as well, but they are all most definitely 18+.

That said, thank you for stopping by. Please enjoy! 🥰

If you'd like to see older works head over to the archive.

Guide ✒

fluff (🌹) | smut (🔥) | angst (⚡) | favorites (♕)

coming soon...

Drabbles — ✨

End of the Line (M) 🌹🔥⚡//established relationship [1.3k]

"Your relationship with Seokjin hits a bumpy path when he notices you've been spending more time with his friends than him. It's an understatement to say your boyfriend has had enough of it."

Series — 🌙

Those Eyes Chico (M) 🌹🔥⚡♕// slow-burn, coworkers2friends2lovers

"As the new marketing director for Min Yoongi’s upcoming D-Day album & tour, you’re expected to bring your expertise to the table. This shouldn’t be a problem—you’re the best in the business and you’re used to drawing a strict line between your professional and personal life. But what happens when the lines you’ve fought to keep as separate blur for the first time?"

series masterlist

enamored (M)🌹🔥⚡♕//strangers2lovers, independent artist au

"Min Yoongi is nothing who you imagined him to be when you saw him preform at the local cafe in town. Yet little by little he surprises you with his true self, until somehow you find yourself completely enamored with him."

one [4.6k] | two | three

Oneshots — ☁

what love feels like (M) 🔥🌹⚡♕//marriage au, parenting [6.7k]

"Being a mother to a beautiful baby girl and wife to an adoring husband is the most rewarding feeling in the world. But you also work a full-time job, are overtired most of the time, stressed, don't have any alone time, look very different than eight years ago, and sex? Well, that hasn’t happened in weeks. The gravity of the situation weighs on you until one day, all of your deepest insecurities rear their ugly head–that your husband might not love you as much anymore and someone could take him away from you."

take care of you (M) 🔥🌹⚡♕//established relationship, vacation au [7.5k]

"To keep your fiance' from burning out you suggest a weekend getaway to Gapyeong, a charming town about an hour outside Seoul. You've specifically asked him to leave his work equipment at home but like a deep-rooted habit, he still brings it with him. You're left with no choice but to find a way to get his attention back."

Best Intentions (M) ⚡🔥 //s2l, slight thriller, mafia au [3.4k]

"As vice president, you are obligated to attend your boss's wedding–you're also his friend. But while you should be focused on the newlyweds, you find yourself far too interested in the attractive best man and the woman who happens to be his plus one."

Sidelines (M) ⚡🌹🔥♕// friends2lovers, unrequited love [3.6k]

"Best friends since university, Yoongi has always been the first one rushing to your side. But when you fall into his arms after, yet again, another heartbreak, Yoongi reaches his breaking point."

Still got it (M) 🔥🌹⚡♕ //marriage au, pwp [2.3k] (my first bts fic )

"On your 10th wedding anniversary you decide to voice out some slight marital concerns to your husband Yoongi. You also slip out that you don't think he can get you off given the fact that the last time the two of you got it on was months ago. Yoongi makes you eat your words."

coming soon...

Series — 🌙

Guilty Pleasures (M) ⚡🔥🌹♕//loverstoexesto ?, colleagues2?, unrequited love (not poly)

"Three years of being Seoul's power couple earns you nothing but a big fat divorce settlement and your face plaster on every gossip column around town. You're angry, hurt, and desperately want to move on, but worst of all? You're still in love with the man who started the whole mess, even though the most he can ever see you as is a friend. The renowned actor you've hired to be your company's new endorser seems to have a soft spot for you though. He's easy on the eyes, you'll admit, but who actually wants a divorcee like yourself? It's unrealistic really."

series masterlist

Reflections (M) 🌹⚡🔥♕// photography au, modeling au, strangers2lovers [11.3k]

"As a new hire at one of the most prestigious jewelry brands in the world; Adrien & Rosamel in Paris, you've been trying to build your professional portfolio for months. So when global brand ambassador Kim Taehyung comes in for a photoshoot but his personal photographer is unavailable, the company offers the gig to you. Oh of course you take it in a heartbeat—it's a given."

Oneshots — ☁

Loverboy 🌹🔥⚡♕//established relationship [7.1k]

"After a startling conversation with your coworkers, you start feeling insecure about your sexual prowess. You don't initiate as much, you haven't worn lingerie yet, and you're still timid about doing much seducing with your body–are you giving your boyfriend boring sex? Taehyung reassures you that you are perfect and have nothing to worry about."

Baby Maker (M) 🔥🌹♕// pwp, marriage au [2.4k]

" You're pissed at your husband for being late to your weekly baby-making sessions."

Til Death Do Us Part (M) 🔥🌹⚡♕ //marriage au, pwp [2.3k]

"Thinking it be a romantic gesture, Taehyung tosses your GPS out the car window while honeymooning in Italy. Too bad it gets you both stranded in the middle of nowhere though. What the hell are you gonna do now?"

high tide (M) 🔥🌹⚡//established relationship, pwp [2k]

"Due to Taehyung's job as a cruise ship Captain, you are constantly miles away from each other. Weekly phone calls help and this one gets a little nasty and a lot sweet."

Series — 🌙

Guilty Pleasures (M) ⚡🔥🌹♕//loverstoexesto ?, colleagues2?, unrequited love (not poly)

series masterlist

Too Late To Dream (M) ⚡🌹 🔥 ♕//marriage au, age gap

"You did it. You married your college professor. You even bought a house together. Against all odds, everything had fallen into place. But after two years of marriage, you begin feeling something was missing. You want a baby but your husband can’t say the same."

series masterlist (completed)

Love's Remedy, On Fire 🌹🔥//college au, strangers2lovers

"Jungkook is a romantic. He comes from a highly intelligent family who wants him to carry out the lineage. Being this way, he goes to college to be a pharmacist but his friends say college isn't just about studying! With a little persuasion, he goes to his first frat party thinking his hat will help him pick up a girl-or woman he means."

series masterlist (3/4 complete; #4 on hold)

Oneshots — ☁

Can’t Help It, I Love You (M) 🌹🔥♕//established relationship [3k]

"Finally getting a day off, your boyfriend takes you out on a date. Everything is sickeningly sweet until you visit a cute little lingerie store. All he wants to do now is get busy in the dressing room."

prove it to me (M) 🌹🔥♕//one sided enemies2lovers, friend of friend [5.3k]

"I'm not your baby Jungkook. Remember that." Those are the words you say right before jumping into a one night stand with Jeon Jungkook, the man who's constantly annoying you with his college fling stories. You decide maybe just this once, you'll play into his game and prove to everyone that he's no more average than the rest."

in your arms 🌹🔥♕//established relationship, comfort, pwp [1.6k]

"You wake up next to your boyfriend for the first time since moving in with him."

When I Say Forever (M) *requested* 🌹🔥♕// wedding au [4.6k]

"It's your wedding day and the slightly shy yet handsome, doe-eyed stranger who chased after you when you dropped your wallet on the street three years ago just happens to be the man standing before you today." *requested*

Returning the Favor (M) *requested* 🌹🔥⚡//e2l, brothers best friend au [3.9k]

"Your brother's best friend crashes with you for the weekend because he doesn't have room at his place. How delightful for you...especially when you overhear Jungkook telling his buddy over the phone that you couldn't turn him on even if you wanted to—fucking prick. You will not be an object of embarrassment, he will."

Lovin' You Right 🌹🔥♕//neighbors au, inspired by jjk seven, enemies2lovers [2k]

"Your new badass neighbor won't leave you alone. You know the type, the guy your mama wouldn't want you bringing home. He'd break your heart as quick as he'd take it."

no reposting, copying, or translating my work– © kookslastbutton

#bts #bts smut #bts imagines #bts x reader #bts fanfic #jungkook smut #taehyung smut #jimin smut #hoseok smut #yoongi smut #seokjin smut #namjoon smut #bts au #masterlist #btswritersclub #kookslastbutton

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bethanysnow · 6 months

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Breakeven.

Prt 1.

Bang Chan X Plus Size Reader. Fluff mild angst. Slow burn?

The news broke that V from BTS's stalker was apprehended. The fact that someone got so close sent shock waves through the major companies to up security. Guards for even the groups that didn't have a major following, it felt incredibly necessary. Keeping the artists behind closed doors like hamsters in wheels and a very colorful and elaborate cage. The studio Stray Kids though did the majority of their work for their latest mixtape was across the street from a cafe. The road was mainly foot traffic and standing there on the concrete pavement was a woman with a guitar.

A foreigner. As divisive as that word is in South Korea, that's what she was...singing in English songs from a while back. Breakeven by The Script, Need You Now by Lady Antebellum. This heartache verbalized in the cry of the street. She bowed quietly with the smallest smile if people tipped her, that's at least what Chan noticed from his tower. Yes, the great tower of the unmarked building in the middle of the city. No one knew he was there, nor what the building was. Everyone below him just too busy with their own day to notice. He was grateful for that, but he found himself wanting to be amongst the people. Be there, go grocery shopping, go to a cafe. Exist in the cosmos of the cosmopolitin. So, looking out of the window of the studio he watched this woman. Living vicariously through her. He could hear her if he tried really hard with the window open, but most of the time it was when he snuck into the building he could hear.

Felix was setting down his things in a chair before seeing his friend deep in thought, not moving a muscle, just looking out the window. Walking beside him the blonde followed his eyeline to the girl.

"You know you can go say hi-"

Chan jumped not noticing the new presence slamming his hand over his heart. "Ah!-oh, hi...I dunno what you're talking about..." Brushing the comment off. Felix just raised a brow.

"You stand here and what...stare at her? Man, that's creepy- you wear a mask and a hat and go over. Say Hello"

Chan just shrugged. That was the thing with Bang Chan. With his life experience, the thing he never wanted was to be hurt like he was in the past. To suffer again the things he did getting here. There of course are other things, but when you are in this life it's far easier to make up stories about the driver, the barista, or grocery delivery person? Then to actually...know them. For then they could leave and you would be left alone. Parasocial relationships go both ways remember? So Chan for the first time in a while has had the time to look at the same girl and imagine. Imagine her life, why was she in Korea? Why did she always sing sad songs? Maybe she was a student and this is how she made extra money, or was stranded here and needed to find funds for a plane back home. Or just she liked singing.

So many questions and thoughts and contemplations on the idea of a person, a person he didn't know. While he and Felix went actually into the studio to work he couldn't get her off his mind.

Y/n though was very busy at work. It was hard to get people to notice you when you're in a larger body. At least notice you for the right reasons, notice the voice, the talent (as if). Southeast Asia had the beauty standard of a pin and people paid millions of dollars to fit it. The clothes, the almost infantilization of women? 'Cutesy' shit that made her skin crawl, she could dress like an idol, speak the language fluently, get her hair done at those fancy salons that give you tea; wouldn't be enough. So Y/n decided not to participate. She would sing, play guitar, and let that be the reason she was content. Be understood and heard through music. A couple months out of the year she visited a cousin who lived in Busan for work. Taking a week or so to visit Seoul it was her mission to live. Experience everything she could. That included what she normally did back home, just...here. Where Y/n would sing in front of a Starbucks or a dunkin, or dutch bros really whatever mall adjacent location would allow her to get a set in. Finding a cafe who agreed to let her perform on their property she set up. She just knew this wasn't a hot spot for tourism so felt comfortable in her ignorance if someone made comments she wouldn't super be able to understand them.

So she sang. Song after song not noticing at all the peering eyes from the man a floor above her.

Where Chris was watching. Dreaming of what she sounded like when she laughed, if she had a boyfriend or if he really should say hi to her...fate would have to decide as the rest of 3racha filed into the studio.

And so.....fate did decide.

~too be continued

#stray kids #bang chan #bang chan x plus size reader #works by me #breakeven #felix #skz

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kayleefriedchicken · 3 months

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This delusional user wants to read fluffy fanfics but is nowhere near good enough to write her own. Sigh.

So if anybody comes across this ask, can you please tag me if you are kind enough to write the following SKZ plots?

1) BTS x SKZ crossover with you as the main character. One of them is your best friend, the other is your brother, and the others are the supporting cast. Go with the flow, as you wish.

2) You are gorgeous, intelligent, and the light in everyone's life. Except that you were brought up with the idea that curvy can never be pretty (toxic family 'ideals' and the likes), so your self-confidence is all pretence because you never give yourself enough credit. You grow up in the shadow of your perfect baby brother (one of the SKZ members, of course), the only one who believes in you, is immensely proud of you and whom you love to the ends of the earth despite the toxic environment you two were brought up in. Said baby brother just wants you to heal, to love and be loved, and to have faith in yourself. Enter, [insert SKZ member - haven't decided whom yet, TBH] and a fluffy, angsty, heartwarming love story ensues.

3) I've always loved the idea of an overprotective younger brother who just wants his beloved sister to be happy and loved (I'm an only child, can you tell?), to stop being that stereotypical selfless noona who sacrifices her happiness for him just so he can be a success story. Maybe her happiness ends up being one of his members, and who cares if he's younger? It'd be an interesting direction, this oneshot or series.

4) What would SKZ be as an overprotective baby brother to his naive older sister?

5) SKZ being overprotective brothers of a member's noona, who's always looking out for them and whom they love like she's their own. The main plot being said noona's abusive ex-boyfriend harassing after he had the audacity to cheat on her. It can be a romance trope or just a platonic story, but I'd love for it to be SKZ as SKZ without it being an alternate universe (although an A/U might also work if the storyline is in that direction).

6) Been listening to 'Wow' by 3Racha on repeat and imagining the Noona they refer to is Y/N. Imagine this, you're the new manager that JYP had decided to add on to SKZ's entourage but SKZ don't know it yet. The boys saw you one morning at the nearby cafe and many mornings thereafter, just before you were officially onboarded. There was something about you that caught their attention that Han came up with this song about. Oooh, just imagine the chaos when you're finally introduced to them?! It'd be such a juicy story to read!

7) Am I the only one who's thinking of the backstory of Silent Cry? It's such a beautiful song and I've thought of some that will make a great fiction. My favourite is the one where, in an alternative idol world, you are Han's elder cousin whose family took you in after your parents' death - you're successful in your corporate job, beautiful, curvy and married to your childhood sweetheart; it seemed like you have everything on the surface. But you hide a secret, even from your doting cousin (who's like a baby brother to you) and his members (who love you like their own sister) - your husband is a manipulative, abusive man who had successfully hidden his dark side until a year into your marriage. Your once-natural confidence and bubbly self is now a facade, stripped away as soon as you're home alone; a facade so good, even Han never suspected until the boys dropped by unannounced at your hotel room while you're on a business trip, with the intention of surprising you for your birthday. You were sporting a fading black eye and bruises to your arm, which you tried to hide behind tinted glasses and a bathrobe you'd hastily pulled over your sleeveless top. The events that happened after - Han and the rest of SKZ finding out then working hard to bring you to your senses (in the midst of it, the song Silent Cry was born), finally peeling off society's toxic mindset and stigma of divorce, and liberating you from 2 years of hell. I've had variations where this is a platonic trope, a romantic one with one of the members, or even something in-between that is suggestive of a possible romance between you and one of SKZ. I would be so in-love with this series, I think I'll keep reading and re-reading this; I'm a sucker for sibling love (only child problems) and rescue stories involving a victim who'd usually be so strong (because it shows that anyone can be a victim, so we shouldn't be so complacent of those around us). Anyone willing to take this on?

8) On the way back to your car after a particularly gruelling night shift, you come across a horribly injured man in the back alley. You're a doctor with a strong belief in helping people in need, no matter who they are, and an equally strong belief in doctor-patient confidentiality. Which works well for the injured man because, unbeknownst to you, he's a member of a deadly underground group - the SKZs. He refused help at the hospital you work in, nor at any other hospital, so you made the decision to bring him home to treat his injuries. He's gone 24 hours later with a cryptic'I owe you my life, thank you' note, and that was the end of it. Or so you thought. Since then however, your very normal - very repititive - life has been a series of interesting incidents, including making the acquaintance of your mysterious new neighbour who, for some reason, seems familiar to you.

9) Your younger brother is one of the members of SKZ, and you get along fabulously with him and his group. He may be younger than you but, having lost your parents as teenagers, he has taken it upon himself to be your protector - sometimes even shadowing you on your dates without your knowledge (at the protest of his members because they felt it was a little too much - "Let your sister have some breathing space, for goodness sake, she's not a child!"). You sing really well but have never been interested in the music industry, finding passion in the law and are a successful lawyer. You have been featured in some SKZ and 2PM songs though, the uncredited female voice in some of their popular songs (let's pretend there are such songs). One day, you're pushed to the limelight after the firm you work in successfully saved an orphanage from losing its home (which was donated to them by an anonymous millionaire). You were, of course, the lead lawyer in that case. With that case being in the news constantly, your connection to the music industry (i.e. your brother) and singing talents are revealed. Fellow writers, take this forward however you see fit.

#SKZ #stray kids #SKZ x reader #stray kids x reader #SKZ imagine #stray kids imagine #SKZ x Noona #stray kids x noona #SKZ x you #stray kids x you

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You are so sure and confident about jikook...it makes me have a side eye you👀👀 did you know something which we don't??👀👀some inside secrets??👀👀

That tickled me anon. Ngl. 🤣🤣 I don't need to see their sex tape or the many nude arts JK has drawn of Jimin to believe in them as strongly as I do. 🤭🤭

We have 18+ moments which like I've mentioned before are reason enough. Then listening to Karmys is also key here. Like a major piece of the puzzle. Couple all that with Jikook and their families and that's all she wrote.

Can u imagine the amount of artwork JK's brother was tagged on? Hundreds! Thousands maybe. If you consider the vermin spamming BTS and their friends with disgusting tkk art. Hundreds he got tagged on. And out of all of them he approves only one? A Bamily one no less?

There is plenty of tkk art with bam and yet this is what he chose to accept. Not to mention how he only used to draw Jikook and post only Jikook.

Not Tkk. Not Jinkook. Not hopekook. Not yoonkook or Namkook. Jikook and only Jikook.

----- Again, JK's brother dressing his dogs in Jikook colours. 💛💜

All Jikookers already know those are the Jikook colors. Bonus with JK dressing them 👆🏽 in the outfits Jikook had on during LGO

Anyway, back to family.

----- JK's mom making sea weed for JK because it was Jimin's birthday

According to Karmy this is a testament to how close not only Jikook are but how much JK's family or rather his mom, values Jimin. (Ftr I think this story was embellished and I think Jimin was there but I digress)

Speaking of, more proof of how much JK's mom loves Jimin

That's her son in law right there. 🥺🥺

---- Jimin's dad using JK as the messenger for Jimin's birthday

Why not RM the leader? V the 'soulmate'? Why JK? 🤔🤔

--- Jimin's dad having ONLY Jikook stuff in his cafe. Not Yoonmin, not Minimoni, not Vmin or Jinmin. Just Jikook.

Putting JK's and both their solo songs in his playlist. Just JK. I don't need to remind y'all that other members have solos too.

Looks like Jimin's dad is really proud of his son in law 🥺🥺🥺

---- Jimin's brother getting upset because Jimin was spending too much time with JK and he thought Jimin was replacing him. That was in the beginning too so for those who say JK hated Jimin u think again....

----- JK knowing Jimin's grandma's birthday. Almost like he was there even, going by how Jimin looked at him for confirmation.

---- Last year. Apart from Jimin of course, the only other member Jimin's dad held an event for at Magnate was.......... you got it! JK 😜😜 (and no he didn't do it for RM. People tried to ot7 this by including RM coz their bdays are close when infact only JK's merch was being handed out to those who attended the event)

----- Bonus! Bam hearing Jimin's name and immediately rushing to the door thinking his other dad is here 🥺🥺

What can I say anon, i'm convinced. JIKOOK IS REAL. 🤷🏽‍♀️

People running around like headless chickens, yapping about how Jkk don't see eo anymore meanwhile these old moments shall never change the fact that Jikook and their families are super tight for some reason 👀 You can't erase facts people. No matter how much you try.

#ask shaz #bts ask #if jikook isn't real then neither am i #jikook is real #jimin and jungkook #jikook #kookmin #minkook #park jimin #jeon jungkook #bts #jimin #jungkook #jikook analysis #jikook families #jikook and bam

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moccahobi · 9 months

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The Creamed Pie

Summary: What a gross bakery name you thought as you entered, too hungry to turn down the promise of food. Allosexuals were getting more and more brazen by the day but succubi were worse, even if they were ace. And somehow you were helping that ace succubus now.

Pairings: Seokjin (BTS) x Reader

Rating: SFW (although I ask that because of the number of sexual jokes and comments, please just 18+ people read)

Warnings: sexual innuendos, mentions of death

Genre: fluff, humor, angst, succubus au, slow burn

Word count: 7.9k

The Creamed Pie

The cafe sign looked down at you with welcoming arms, steam and water puffing out from the name. And if it weren’t for your hunger, you might’ve looked over the bakery because of that name… you might not know much… but that was sexual. You barely even paid mind to how as you were about to give in and look up food nearby on your phone, such a tasty looking place came into view.

It was too good to be true.

Just a short walk from your new apartment was a cafe that could fuel you before work and fulfill your cafe loving mind on mellow days? It was a miracle and you could imagine the times you’d spend in here.

The cafe name though .... Were allosexuals ok?

You laughed and shook your head, your growling stomach you in. Despite the name, the inside wasn't playing off of such sexy themes.

In fact it was full of pastel colors and vibes. The tables were full of soft rainbows, each table and chair set a mix and match of all the colors. An accent wall of luscious ivy seemed to wave you over to settle into the couch right below it, full of plushies. There were even more plushies sitting on chairs and resting on the counters. It was an eclectic and interesting place that you could see becoming popular for its aesthetics off of social media… especially if they had those aesthetic bathrooms that people would spend twenty minutes in getting the perfect selfie.

The handsomest man in the world with a blinding smile rushed from the backspace, his smile wide and excited as he started fretting behind the counter. Pink oven mitts were barely off before he was shouting welcomes, his pastel blue apron dusted with flour that was sprinkling onto the counter.

"What can I get for you ?"

"An Iced americano, please."

For the briefest second, a frown took over his face before he rushed to make it. After he finished he grabbed a muffin and plated it.

"Here you go."

"Uh. How much is it?"

"Oh! Shoot. Forgot about that. You all normally have registers, right?"

"What?"

"Nothing. This is on the house," The man flashed a large smile. "For being my first ... customer."

You nodded, grabbed your stuff and sat down. He probably hadn't had customers because of the cafe name… Looking back over though, he didn’t even have a register.

Or… wait… there was one?

It seemed fuzzy, barely there in your mind but the longer you looked at it, the more you were sure that there was and always had been a register there. You shivered and looked down at your order. Maybe you should of gotten a hot americano.

Despite the off putting name (who thought of that name and approved it?), taste of the food was out of this world. Everything was bursting on your tastebuds and between the chewy fruit and a crunchy topping, the muffin was the best muffin you’d ever eaten. The owner knew what he was doing by giving you this on the house. You were groaning and vibrating with excitement with each bite.

Half way through your muffin though you froze, the hair on the back of your neck sticking up as you turned to look at the counter. The man was staring with a big smirk on his face, his plump lips spread thin and teeth on display as he watched you eat.

Creepy.

His smile dropped and he quickly went to the backroom to do something. You deflated once he was gone and finished up your coffee before rushing out. Maybe the cafe wasn’t a place you needed to go to again. That man was creepy and unless you were able to figure out a schedule for other workers, you don’t know if you’d want to stay long enough to eat there.

The cafe stayed with you like a ghost and before long, you were trying to seek it out matter how again. No matter how badly you searched though, you couldn't find it. Somehow the cafe wasn’t in the same spot as last time and you felt a shiver as you thought back to the man. Something wasn’t right with him. His smile haunted almost you as much as the muffin did. Yet he seemed friendly too… just… off.

The longer you thought about the cafe and him, the more you wanted to return (maybe with another person) to find out more about him and his cafe… if it managed to survive past a week.

It wasn't until you were caught by the rain on your way home from work that you found it again. Its name was still the same but the surrounding logo of food outlines made it look much more appealing and feel much less sexual. Gone were the water droplets and now there was a few different baked goods on it. Maybe the owner was upgrading his business to get more customers.

You rushed inside and stopped at the doorway to shake off the water, shivering as the cold stuck to you and the water refused to leave. During your move your umbrella broke and although you could use it if you kept your hand up to push it open, you didn’t want to do that… especially after working a long day. It was mindless of you to not get a new umbrella.

"Oh! Y/n-ssi! You're shaking. Here's a towel! Let me prepare some tea." The same man as last time said after popping out from the back room. You could hear him clamor around and before long you found yourself ushered to one of the cushioned chairs and wrapped up in a warm towel.

It wasn't until he came back with a hot cup of tea that you processed what he said, another shiver running through you at the realization.

"How did you know my name?" You asked, eyeing him suspiciously.

"Your credit card shows it on the chit system."

"You gave me my stuff on the house."

He froze before collapsing in the seat. across from you with a dramatic sigh, "Acting human is hard. Other succubi don't have this challenge!"

"What?"

"Oh shit. Be not afraid." He said, waving his hands around as if to try to put a spell on you.

What the fuck?

This can’t be real!

“It’s real, Y/n-ssi.”

…

No one else was in the cafe… you should play along. There was no telling what he might do to you if he thinks you didn’t believe him.

"So… You're a succubus? Well I hate to break it to you, you won't get any food from me."

"Oh on the contrary. Your first visit here was delectable."

"How! I'm ace! you feed on orgasms! Omo! The name makes sense now." You said, trying to think of anything to keep him talking.

"I'm ace too. And succubi feeds off of desire. Not orgasms."

"You're an ace succubus?" You asked, laughter rising from you at the contradiction. This man was pulling shit out of nowhere at his point.

"Hey! I hear your thoughts," The man said as he laughed, "Just because common media shows us as sex hungry demons doesn't always mean we are. And I am telling the truth. I don’t know how I can prove that to you but I am. I won’t hurt you if you don’t believe me. You don’t have to worry about that."

You froze. Any self aware man who--

“Knew about the struggles people have with strangers would be able to realize you’re worried about your safety?” He said, giving you a flat look.

Your mouth was hanging open as you gaped for something to think of… Were you actually talking to a demon? How was that even possible? The whole thing felt surreal but the same cafe showed up in two different spots ... he knew your name. No one else was here. He was unrealistically handsome. His food was unimaginably tasty.

"If you're trying to live like a human, you're failing."

"Care to teach me?" He asked and despite the suggestiveness of his words, when he looked up at you, you saw desperation and concern, “I only have a few more months to give this a try before they bring me back to hell and try to get me to do the usual succubi business of sex dreams and,” He shivered, “I can’t do that. I can’t go back.”

His anxiety was something you felt so viscerally. All the moments of people not believing your sexuality, questioning your jokes and actions when they didn’t fit into the stereotype of what an ace person should look like, the times people thought they could change you… you knew his pain and his anxiety. Maybe not as extreme as him if he was a succubus but you knew it.

“Yeah. I’ll help. But I will have you know, I do not like how you went to food. I get you want to do something different than sex but… food? It’s the oldest ace stereotype in the book! ”

He blinked slowly.

“What?”

“Media always portrays ace people as replacing sexual urges with food.”

The man started laughing, slapping his knee as rolled around in the chair, “It sounds to me like they try to understand their desires by putting others through a filter of their understanding. But food is one of the next biggest desires so I am not changing it. I’ve gotten enough desire from those who’ve visited already. Only a little though. Almost not enough. And so many other desires offer much less. But you’ll help me, Y/n-ssi?”

You sighed, “Yeah. I will… What’s your name?”

“Ah! I almost forgot you all can’t read thoughts. It’s Seokjin. Kim Seokjin. Nice to meet you. I hope you’ll help me stay on earth with this job...”

Seokjin groaned and threw a damp washcloth at you. Stupid demons have good aim it seemed because it hit your book, forcing it out of your hands, “I can’t believe you’re reading that.”

You shrugged and grabbed your book, “I’ll read sex scenes if the rest of the book is good. Besides, I mostly read what they say and skim the rest.”

“I can literally hear you reading each sentence.” He said and when you looked over at him, his ears were bright red and a frown was twisting his face.

“Would you like me to stop reading it for now? I have some other books I can read while you can hear my thoughts.”

He sighed and nodded, “I’d appreciate that. I can’t believe that you convinced me to buy an actual shop! Now I have to be in the shop more.”

You laughed as Seokjin whined, “You won’t get tons if you only target people who are desperate for food! You can still give them stuff on the house but now you’ll get more people with small amounts of desire as well.”

He groaned and threw his arms in the air like a petulant child and you were once again struck by the fact that he was a demon. A succubus. How the hell was this stuff real? How had you been roped into helping an ace succubus? It explained so much and yet so little about Seokjin. His looks, his flirty nature… but his humor? And his past? And his personality? Still so much was unknown to you and something deep in you was pushing you to learn more.

“I’m glad I’m able to still,” He twirled his hand, a beautifully decorated cake in an ornate cake display shimmering into view and telling you that it’d always been there, "I wouldn’t be able to own an actual shop if it weren’t for this.”

That was still something you’d need to get used to. He’d materialized so much around you, made it real and with a past in your mind. The world of magic that you’d been thrown in was overwhelming.

Whether or not Seokjin heard your inner monologue, he didn’t say, instead going about and cleaning tables. You watched from your corner seat, not yet gathering energy to open your phone and find a new book to read.

The ding from the door pulled you to your phone as you let Seokjin tend to his client. Business in the evening was slow for him and that’s when you enjoyed coming in to rest and help him navigate the human world. The man refused to get an apartment or home despite claiming he wasn’t going to hell to sleep. Where he slept, you didn’t know and that worried you only a little more than his incessant winking when he greeted new customers. And those occasional smirks he gave you when he was feeding off of you… well you were fairly positive he was feeding off of you.

You shivered and tried to bury yourself into your phone.

The next time you came over, Seokjin was struggling with his taxes, screaming at a computer that has always been behind the counter and shaking his head.

“You’re scaring customers away.” You said flatly as you entered, setting your work bag down on your seat.

“The shop is closed.”

You didn’t even jump as the shop sign flipped over to closed and Seokjin went back to yelling about taxes and eating the rich. A laugh left you as you watched him, his veins popping as he worked up a sweat with each hit of the computer.

“Do you want help?”

“No. I am going to make the landlord vanish.”

“Your contract literally had a clause that if the landlord died, his kids would get the place and they might force you out. Nothing will stop the onslaught of taxes, Seokjin.”

He sighed, “Silly humans and their useless taxes. What even is the use of business taxes?”

“I am the last person who’d know. I don’t do taxes nor do I own a business but I am sure the internet could tell you.”

Seokjin threw himself into the chair across from you and your heart leapt out of your throat as his chair wobbled dangerously before finally settling down. He wailed dramatically and grabbed your hands, warmth spreading from his touch as he complained about taxes more and more.

You laughed and shook your head again, grabbing a book from your bag and settling into your seat, “Have you eaten enough desire today?”

He sighed, “No… Especially with this frustration, I am so hungry.”

You should open your shop again then.

“Why would I when my favorite customer is here, though?” You looked up, heat rising to your cheeks as he sent you a wink.

What did this man have in store?

“Want to try the latest treat I’ve made! It’s a decadent lavender and lemon cupcake!” Seokjin was already up and about before you could say anything, his focus on making the cupcake look pretty on the plate. As he walked over, you noticed how he stuck his tongue out in focus. He was a cutie, you’ll give him that.

Before you could even blink there was a steaming mug of tea next to the cupcake as well and he watched you expectantly as you set down your book and took a sip.

“Ohhh. A chocolate tea with this is really smart.” You said, trying to focus on the flavor and not at how excitedly he was looking at you. It made you shy and yet at this point in knowing Seokjin, you couldn’t help but be edenred at how excited he got for you to try his food.

You tried to tell yourself that it was just for the desire he’d get from you but there was always a small voice in your mind telling you differently. Gingerly taking the cupcake, you unwrapped it and broke off the bottom half to put on top.

Seokjin groaned, “Can you not butcher cupcakes like that again?!”

“What! It’s a smart way to eat a cupcake and reduce mess!”

“It’s blasphemy!”

“Shouldn’t you like it more then?” You asked, silencing Seokjin with a bite of his cupcake.

Damn it.

Seokjin made good food.

Begrudgingly, you gave into the wonder that was the cupcake. It wasn’t too sweet, the tart lemon cutting through the sugar and allowing the lavender to hang in the back of your mouth for longer. And the frosting? A soft and tart cream that melted on your tongue, allowing the spongy cake to be eaten smoothly and softly.

Seokjin was smirking at you as you ate and damn it, he looked good.

You set the cupcake down and drank more of the tea, thankful for the change in flavor.

“It’s good.”

“I’m glad. I am feeling much better now myself.”

You scoffed and looked away as you tried to calm down your heart. This man would be the death of you.

Seokjin shook his head at a customer, a pout on his face as he handed over her food and drink. She didn’t seem phased though, waving bye with a smile and sitting down close to you. It wasn’t common to have people come in shortly after you arrived in the evening, the evening rush often starting closer to eight pm with students cramming for the next day. Yet here was someone who’d visited a few times before and was now fluttering her eyelashes at Seokjin as he cleaned up.

You chuckled into your computer as you watched him shy away, glaring at the counter that he was cleaning as she watched him intently. Maybe he was embarrassed by her thoughts. That made you laugh. The man was so handsome and whenever his forehead made an appearance (instead of his common bowl cut) people seemed to flirt with him more than normal… which was to say about every customer was more friendly with him.

Poor guy.

Seokjin glared at you, his nostrils flaring as he dramatically went into the back room.

The other customer deflated, turning to her food and phone as she settled in for the meal. You found yourself deflating as well, turning to focus more on your work. Normally you were good at enforcing a work-life balance but when the deadline for the project you’re heading is nearing and everyone else on your team is enforcing a healthy work-life balance, it was on you to pick up the slack. In the past, they were bad about working overtime without pay even when there wasn’t much to do so you were proud of your teammates. Truly… but the work wouldn’t complete itself.

The next time you looked up, it was because Seokjin had placed a big sandwich, bursting with luscious vegetables and egg salad on your table. A cup of tea that had always been there also greeting you. Your heart fluttered as you thanked him and watched as he sat down with a big sigh.

“I am so tired from standing all day, Y/n-ah! Why do people do this?” He said with a groan, rolling his feet under the table without a care for your shins he was beating.

You shrugged, “Put a chair back there then.”

“That’s really smart!”

“Thank you.”

“What are you working on? I don’t normally see you with your computer out.” He asked, leaning over the table and shoving his face near your computer screen. As if he could possibly read the document upside down.

Could succubi?

“No. I am too tired to go around. Besides I don’t know what it would say upright anyways.”

You nodded. It was always surreal when he read your thoughts but you were getting more used to it as you spent more time with him.

“Please eat by the way.”

Is he really hungry still? It was Monday and every Monday evening he bragged about how stuffed he was because of the worker rush.

“I know you’ve not eaten since this morning. Silly, silly, silly. Don’t overwork yourself.” He said, gently flicking your forehead.

You didn’t know if you believed him.

You looked over at the woman who was finishing her food… she was still here so you couldn’t change the subject to something succubus related… like how he always managed to have such a rush or how he still targeted people whose desires were strong and not in the area.

“Speak for yourself. You are open every day.”

His brows furrowed, “Is that not normal?”

“Are you a big corporation who goes through workers like wheat in a mill and refuses to close?”

He pouted and you felt the urge to coo, “I’m not a big corporation who is mean to workers. Are those? I wonder who--”

He stopped and looked at the lady eating. Were inhumane capitalist systems created in hell?

“From my understanding they’re human.”

You sighed, “Either way. Working every day, with the hours you work isn’t common.”

“Oh. I should close some days then. Would you want to do something with me those days?” His eyes lit up and you knew you couldn’t say no to him.

“Sure. That’d be fun! And I can help you find some other people you can spend time with.”

His brows furrowed once again, “But I like spending time with you. Why would I need others.”

Damn it.

Seokjin wasn’t good for your heart.

“Y/n! Y/n! I found this awesome song! Cake!” Seokjin was shouting excitedly, waving around his phone as he bound towards you, blaring an overtly sexual song and blissfully unaware of the many angry people looking at him.

“P-Please! Quiet the song!” You said, trying to take his phone as he pouted and kept it away.

CAKE! ON MY BODY! CAKE! PUT IT ON MY BODY!

“But it perfectly encapsulates my feelings about cake!” He said with a pout, wiggling around in a poor attempt to dance.

After way too long of him dancing and avoiding your grasp, you were finally able to get him to sit down and silence the song, your whole body bright with embarrassment.

“Seokjin… you can’t play a song like that in public. Even if you feel like it fits your feelings about a food. It’s so sexual.”

“What? How?”

“Oh dear. How do you have your bakery named The Creamed Pie and not know what cake is?” You wanted to cry at having to explain this to a grown ass man… a succubus.

“What about the Creamed Pie? Why are you bringing my love into this! It’s a beautiful name”

“Oh dear.” You shook your head, “It’s a term for a… sex action.”

“O-Omo! What? I had no idea! It fits so well! And cake?”

“Ass.”

“What?! No wonder my friends laughed when I told them what my bakery was named and my favorite song! I know! I will change the bakery name! Double Stuffed is another name I was considering.”

You facepalmed.

“Do succubi naturally make innuendos?”

“What?!”

“Just keep the Creamed Pie. It’s stuck at this point.” You said with a sigh, shaking your head as you looked at Seokjin fondly.

The man was getting so much better at blending into the human world. If you didn’t know any better, you’d think that he was human. But you knew better so you could guard your heart better. He was an immortal demon and you were a human teaching him how to act human.

You watched as he jumped up excitedly to greet a mutual friend of yours who worked at a pet shelter. Hoseok was being pulled excitedly by a new puppy who had to stay with the vet for the night. Laughter bubbled out of you as you watched the two interact, Seokjin throwing his whole body into snuggling the dog while the two interacted. Helping him get into different communities to make friends had been beneficial to you. Sure you had a few friends from work but that was about it, the move removed you from most of your previous friends after all. Seokjin got you into shelter work, a bookclub, a gardening club full of sweet old ladies. He’d made your world better by being in it.

How long would you be able to have Seokjin in your life before he’d have to move to keep his image up?

Would he last ten years before people started to notice he didn’t age?

You sighed, not wanting to get up and interact yet.

These thoughts of Seokjin’s transience had been bogging you down more and more. Sure he could live here for a long time… but would it be enough for you? He’s someone you want in your life for… as long as you live. Ignoring the flutters that have been occurring more frequently, he’s made your life so bright and you didn’t want it to end.

You hoped that Seokjin didn’t sense this from you. Aside from the embarrassment of these thoughts that he might hear, you imagined that your want to keep him in your life could feed him almost as much as his food.

Seokjin was looking at you, an unreadable expression on his face.

You shivered.

Maybe he already knew.

With a heavy sigh, you got up. The walk to Hoseok and Seokjin was full of trying to wipe your mind of the thoughts and the gloom. Think about puppies.

“You’re tired, Y/n. Take a nap.” Seokjin said with a sigh, taking a now empty plate from your table.

“Huh? I’ll be ok. I need to work on a bit more.” You said, waving him off as you continued to type away on your computer. A possible new job was opening in your work and you had to finish the application soon.

The laptop slowly closed on your hands, Seokjin’s frowning face greeting you. There was a blanket and a pillow on your table, the two plush and calling to you stronger than this application was. Was this succubus magic?

Seokjin sighed, “You won’t get the job if you’re burnt out. Take a short nap. I’ll wake you up in thirty minutes,” He must’ve seen something in your eyes because all too soon he was crossing his arms and sitting across from you, “I will bar you from the bakery as well. The door takes people to where they most desire but I can make it so it’ll take you to where you’re dreading.”

“The door can do that?” You asked, looking at the door with a new suspicion. You guessed it made sense that the door had some magic too since he could bring people in from all over the area who were desiring food.

“I am not changing the topic to educate you on one of the many things I’ve learned over my lifetime. Nap.”

“I’m not even that sleepy.” You said, but as you looked back at the door, you knew that you didn’t want to risk no longer being able to see this place. With a glare and a few curses for Seokjin, you grabbed the pillow and blanket, spreading out on the couch and trying to get comfortable.

Sleep didn’t come to you easily though. Seokjin was working still and despite your mind feeling oddly quiet, you couldn’t get comfortable. It was all made worse when Seokjin came over and adjusted the blanket, his hand removing hair from your face gingerly. He sighed what felt like a thousand unspoken words before finally going back to work.

But the ghost of his kindness didn’t leave you. Not the rest of that day. Not during your time at the pet shelter. Not at work. Not during book club.

You shouldn’t be so flustered by a friend’s action. You’d probably do something similar if his hair was in his eyes. It was just a caring thing to do.

Plus, the two of you talk about being ace all the time… but not romance. He still turns down every flirty customer… he could be aeromantic. Or not interested in humans. If you were an all powerful and eternal demon, you don’t think humans would appeal to you.

His touch haunted you as you watched as Jimin collapsed into Seokjin with laughter, Hoseok and Namjoon clinging to him at some joke that they’d told. It was barely even funny (if only you’d been listening). Physical touch has always been something you felt neutral about or blatantly shied away from and generally it didn’t affect you when others were able to so freely be physically affectionate. It was a ghost of a barrier keeping you minimally stimulated that you rarely ever overcame and no one else seemed to try to broach. There were some family members and childhood friends who you hugged or snuggled, but touch had never been something that you wanted or needed. Bodies were warm and quick to getting damp. You cringed at how Seokjin was attacked with affection and yet another part of you longed for that kind of affection from Seokjin.

To hug. To be caught by him. To be able to lean on him. To hold hands.

Jimin, Hoseok, and Namjoon never had a challenge with it.

Seokjin accepted it willingly… but you struggled to broach that.

Speak of the demon… Seokjin looked over at you, welcoming you closer on the picnic mat, his hands pointing to some cold fruits that had always been part of the picnic.

You leaned over and grabbed something to munch on with a smile, Jimin launching on you with his next roll of laughter. A cringe rolled through you but you didn’t push him off, his heaving chest tickling you into laughing as well.

The guys had been swapping strange customer stories for the past hour. It had urged them up the mountain they hiked and been the background noise of the picnic setup. Despite not working at a customer service facing job, you enjoyed the stories and how they reacted. Like Jimin had someone who wanted white black eyed susans in their bouquet… which didn’t exist. They meant daisies… but they refused to believe they weren’t black eyed susans. It didn’t take Jimin too long to convince them that white black eyed susans were super rare and upcharge the poor person on the common flower.

“You’re so devious!” Seokjin said, quieting his laughter with some of the fruit and watching as others around started to eat.

“Nuh uh! The dude was being really rude and I tried to explain it to him for over fifteen minutes. If he wants to think he got something special, let him. He came in wanting to spend more than he needed to anyways.” Jimin said with a hum.

Namjoon shrugged, “Here’s hoping he doesn’t find out ever. Hyung, this fruit is so good! Probably the best I’ve ever had.”

“Thank you!” Seokjin said, smiling broadly and winking at you.

Jimin giggled and gave you a look and you tried to shake it off. Seokjin winked often and this was about your little inside secret. They didn’t know he was a succubus or that he was feeding off of them as they are this fruit… or that he’ll live forever and eventually leave everyone here behind.

Seokjin looked into the woods around everyone as Hoseok took control of the conversation. He was talking about a tragic vet case he worked recently… which was as sad as your thoughts were.

“Why do you keep thinking about me leaving?” Seokjin asked as everyone started hiking back to the parking lot. He’d fallen behind with you and was speaking quietly as if he was worried about others hearing.

Probably because this got to his demonic ways… which they didn’t know.

You shrugged, “You can’t stay here forever. You’re immortal. Sooner or later people will realize that you’ve not aged a day and to keep eating desire you'll need to move. I’ve seen movies and read books about this.”

“You’re acting nonchalant but I can tell how much it’s hurting you. You’ve grown so distant.”

The trail was getting smaller and to continue talking and walking next to each other, your shoulders bumped together repeatedly. His warmth was welcome.

“I like you in my life.”

“And I’m in your life right now.”

“But for how long?” You asked, looking over at him with a glare.

“I don’t know. It’s not like I can’t figure out how to stay with you forever.”

“Seokjin. I don’t live forever. You do.”

“I don’t have to.” He said, untold words swimming in his eyes at that.

Before you could continue though, the parking lot came into view and Jimin was urging Seokjin into his car. You were once again alone with too many thoughts bogging you down.

Damn it, Seokjin.

You watched the back door swing open, two people sauntering into the bakery who you’d never seen before. Seokjin hadn’t talked about hiring people to work here and that was something the two of you talked about often. One of them made their way over to you, tattoos on full display as he dusted off his jacket and gave you a once over.

“Come here often?” He asked in the worst pickup line ever. It took physical strength not to cringe and turn back to your book.

“No.”

“That’s good to know. Want to come over to my place after?”

“Jungkook! What in the world are you doing?” Seokjin’s loud voice made the man, Jungkook, stand on edge. His eyes were wide and face pale.

“That is no way to talk to…” He looked over at you before looking at Seokjin again, the two entering a staring contest that could rival battles.

Was Jungkook a succubi?

You looked over at the other man, tall and lanky but dressed to the nines. They practically walked out of romantic dramas. Why were demons so bad at blending into the human world?

The other man started laughing wildly, Jungkook and Seokjin whipping around to looking at him, “S-Sorry. This human… they have such hilarious thoughts! I can’t tell if they’re insults or not.”

“Yes. When I first moved in they had a lot of comments about my shop’s name. Still can’t quite tell if they were meant to be positive or negative.” Seokjin said, not even sparing you a glance as he sized up the other demon.

“They were negative.” You said and immediately regretted it as Jungkook whirled on you once again sizing you up and giving you one of the worst smolders you’d ever seen in your life. What a disgrace to Flynn Rider.

“Hey! I will have you know that my shoulders are amazing! Wait-- Why aren’t you affected by it?” The poor man looked so confused and sad that you weren’t falling at his feet.

Seokjin coughed and Jungkook and the other demon’s attention was brought to you once again, “What are you two doing here?”

“We wanted to visit you. Especially with the current whispers we’ve heard down below.” The other man said, sitting down in a chair by you and taking a sip of tea that had always been there, waiting for him.

“I wanted to try your food! I’ve heard it’s really good!” Jungkook said, “And Taehyung said that we should have a serious chat with you about giving up immortality.”

Taehyung slapped Jungkook’s arm and shot you a look.

Your eyes shot up as thoughts started rapid firing in your mind. Why would Seokjin give up immortality?

“Y/n, I think you should leave for now.” Seokjin said, not taking his eyes off of Taehyung and Jungkook.

“But they seem like fun! Don’t you want to have fun, Y/n?” Jungkook asked, sending you a wink.

A growl tore you from Jungkook’s gaze, quickly making you pack up your things, “Seokjin’s right. I should get going. Good luck with the conversation, buddy.” You said, not wanting to give space for anyone to speak as you raced out of the cafe.

To your shock, exiting the cafe led right to your apartment door. How in the world did that happen?

The next time you saw Seokjin, he looked sickly and tired and was moving around the shop with half the energy and excitement that he normally had. He still tried to put on a smile for customers who came in and any time you opened your mouth to say something he glared at you. He wasn’t wanting you to bring up what was happening to him but you worried nonetheless.

Do demons get sick?

Is it possible for him to not be getting enough desire?

If so… you wished you could give him all your desire. Anything to keep him healthy and here with you.

Seokjin was so tired that he sat down at multiple points. It was during one time when he was resting his head against a table that you got up, determined to help him somehow. You moved behind the counter and started to make him a cup of tea.

Except… this man didn’t have any mugs.

You sighed and next thing you knew, a mug was greeting you. It had always been there. Looking up, you saw Seokjin looking at you from the table, his head turned to rest and watch what you did. He winked but didn’t do much else. Quickly you made the tea and grabbed one of the display sweets. It wasn’t much and Seokjin likely had something similar all the time but it was the most you could do without talking about whatever was going on. Before bringing the stuff to him, you went to the door and flipped the sign to closed. Seokjin wasn’t in a place to serve people right now.

You sat across from him, cringing as he struggled to get up and slowly sipped his tea. The cafe was filled with the sounds of him slowly eating and drinking, the man a loud slurper and chewer. Probably his one flaw.

“Hey! I am flawless!” He shouted, crumbs flying across the table.

“I don’t know about that.” You said, “Noisy eaters can be a big deal for some people. Can trigger main receptors in some!”

He scoffed, “Well not you.”

You shrugged, “No. But I don’t like it much still.”

He huffed but started to eat with less noise, “I will not change my slurping. It’s how you aerate the hot drink and cool it down. I don’t want to burn my tongue.”

“Didn’t know demons could.”

Seokjin stayed silent at that.

What did Jungkook and Taehyung talk about? What was happening to Seokjin?

He glared at you.

Puppies. Think about puppies.

“You think about puppies a lot. Do I remind you of them?” He asked, his cheeks filled with food and eyes playful.

“Hmmm. I think you remind me more of chipmunks or hamsters. But I like puppies! They’re cute.” You said with a laugh, half wanting to grab your phone and show him some pictures or videos of puppies.

“What about chipmunks and hamsters? No love for them? They live a short time, is that why?”

“I like them.”

“Yeah?”

You nodded, “I don’t know how long I’ll be able to see them when I do. Their life span isn’t a worry either. They might only be around for a short period of my life, but their owners… and I when I see them, love them for their whole life. Their life is full of love. Should be.”

Seokjin looked at his tea and nodded.

“You should make your way home early tonight,” Seokjin started, “I think it’s going to rain soon.”

His eyes were watery when you finally left.

Hoseok and Jimin could tell there was something up with Seokjin… they’d planned a small gathering and while Seokjin didn’t say anything, with only four people there, the tension was palpable. They were carrying the conversation and your worry for Seokjin only allowed for you to add in every once in a while. The chatter of the bar that you’d gathered at was practically screaming into your conversations. When he excused himself for the bathroom but left through the front, you followed.

“Seokjin. Are you ok?”

He jumped, his hands rising up to his face as he whirled on you, eyes wide, “Why are you out here? You should be inside having fun.”

Shaking your head, you came closer, “I wasn’t having fun before. It’s no fun when I’m worried about you. What’s up? I’m here for you.”

“The lights are up.” He said, his back hitting the wall as he sank to his knees.”

You grimaced. You’ll tell him about not touching the outdoor walls of buildings, especially bars, “I love your comedy but now isn’t the time. I want to help you. Do you need food? I can… I can give you desire.”

“Bars are rife with desire… I don’t,” he sighed and shook his head, “I’m feeding fine. It’s… this change is taking so much out of me. I’m exhausted. Change is hard.”

“This chan-” His immortality.

Seokjin didn’t look at you but you felt tears well up as he started talking more, “Jungkook and Taehyung told me the risks… and I still decided that…”

You grabbed his hand, your heart in your throat, “What are the risks, Seokjin?”

He squeezed your hand, pulling you down to squat next to him and despite the fact that your shirt likely had piss on it now, you wanted to be closer. The warmth of his hand and heat from his shoulder wasn’t enough. You didn’t move and he didn’t speak.

The hustle and bustle of the bar filled the tension like air to a black void and like a black void, nothing satiated the tension.

“I don’t know how long I have left on earth.”

“Do you have to return to hell?”

He shook his head.

“Fuck. Seokjin, what will happen?”

“If I’m not strong enough to not live with immortality?” He sighed and leaned his head on your shoulder but you couldn’t find any comfort in his warmth, “I guess my life will be like a hamster. Short but full of your love.”

Tears were fighting their way out of your tear ducts, “S-Seokjin. Wh… Don’t…”

“Would you run The Creamed Pie when I’m gone.”

You scoffed, tears getting into your mouth, “Aside from the fact that I have a job and hate the name--”

“It’s grown on you.”

“I’m not done, idiot. You’re talking like you won’t make it. Don’t talk like that.”

“Well… it’s--”

“There you two are!” Hoseok shouted, his eyes not yet adjusted to being out of the bar, “Get off of that piss stained wall and come back inside!”

Seokjin’s cafe disappeared.

It’s been weeks since you, Hoseok, or Jimin have seen him.

You had to take days off when you realized what had likely happened.

Damn it, Seokjin.

He didn’t even say goodbye.

You’d been crying your eyes out for hours at the realization. He was gone. You’d never see him again. The light that he brought into your life was gone. You were alone in your isolation, your heart breaking loudly in the silence of your apartment.

On day three of your crying, you got a knock at your door. Probably your neighbor wanting to complain about the noise again. Stealing up your energy, you hobbled over and prepared for her to berate you.

You looked through the peephole.

Seokjin.

For a second you had the strong image of opening the door and closing it on his face. But you were frozen, unable to move as a thousand thoughts rushed through your mind all too fast and jumbled to even process.

He was alive.

“I know you’re there. I can hear your thoughts. Please open up.” He shouted, knocking on the door once again.

You couldn’t face him though. He… you’d been grieving him. The loss of a friend and someone you loved. How could you just…

“Please? I missed you.”

If you weren’t dehydrated, you’d be crying.

“Don’t cry! Please let me in? I have so much to tell you.”

“LET THE DAMN MAN IN! I AM TRYING TO NAP.” A neighbor shouted and you finally found yourself moving, opening the door with shaky hands.

A warm embrace was wrapping around you before you knew it. Seokjin’s soft arms and firm hug holding you up as you lost your strength once again. He was cooing for you, rubbing your hair. For once, physical touch felt like a wash of warmth. Slightly too warm, yes, but it was filling a deep crave in your body that had never been there before Seokjin.

He practically carried you to your living space and set you down on the couch before going off to the kitchen to get something.

“No wonder you came to the cafe so much. This kitchen is really underdeveloped.” He said as he clattered around, opening cabinets and drawers.

You watched, open mouthed as your brain tried to process the man who was in front of you. He was glowing more than you think he had before, more youthful and handsome than he was before if that was even possible. There was a slowness to his actions that you didn’t remember being there before but that could have also been your shock of seeing him again.

“You’re here.” You finally manage to say when he sets a cup of water down in front of you.

“I’m here. Mortal.”

“Mortal.”

“Yeah. I… I didn’t say this before,” He started, grabbing one of your hands and forcing the water into it before grabbing your other hand, “I… I couldn’t stay immortal. Not… I can’t see my life without you.”

“So you risked me not having you in my life? Seokjin, I grieved for you like you were dead. I-” Your voice gave out and you saw tears bud in Seokjin’s eyes.

“I’m sorry.”

“How could you!” You gripped his hand tight, shaking it as you heaved, no tears coming, “I grieved for you! Seokjin I- I loved you and I lost you.”

“I’m back! And I will never leave you. I love you too.”

You shook your head, “I grieved for you, Seokjin. I need time. I can’t. I can’t disregard my upset because you’re back.”

He nodded, “I understand. I’ll be at the cafe when you’re ready. Is… is there anything I can do to help you right now?”

“Get out.”

A week later, full of Hoseok and Jimin pestering you, you walked into The Creamed Pie. You didn’t need a phone to direct you where to go after visiting it for so long but you didn’t even need to take ten steps to get there. Its door right outside your apartment, where it had been for the whole week. The fresh smell of baked bread hit your nose before the warm hug of Seokjin.

“I missed you so much.”

He was ushering you inside with a bright smile, the closed sign flipping over as the two of you sat down. Seokjin refused to leave you, tea and a sandwich appearing on your table. They’d always been there and you savored each bite. Their wonder was miniscule in comparison to being next to Seokjin again.

“Thank you.”

“For?”

“Returning to me.”

You grabbed his hand, bringing it over your shoulder as you leaned into him, “The cafe was always with me.”

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7ndipity · 2 years

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Sean-Norae (preview)

Selkie Taehyung x Reader

Summary: Selkies are shape-shifting beings from Celtic mythology, able to transform between seal and human by taking on and off their fur coat. Some legends say that if you find and return their coat to them, you're then bound together as mates.

Warnings: supernatural/fantasy themes, swearing, idk what else

A/N: Two Tae posts in one week? Yep! Here's a lil sneak peak at part 1 of another series I'm looking forward to beginning work on.(Supernatural soulmate academia cafe AU, Aka: How many favorite tropes/elements can I cram into one series? Idk, we'll find out I guess!) The full version of pt.1 will be out next month, let me know if you like it!

The song used toward the end is 'Where Love Is' by Kurt Elling.

(Sean-Norae is pronounced 'shan no-ray')

Spooktober m.list

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It was a cold, drizzly November evening, the kind that reminded you that winter was looming ever nearer. Along the city's riverfront, all was quiet, the sidewalks empty, the water relatively calm until a small face with broke the surface, it's dark eyes peering about cautiously, making sure the coast was clear before flopping up onto the bank. Seals were not a normal sight in this area and the last thing Taehyung wanted was to draw any unnecessary attention to himself at this moment.

He squirmed uncomfortably as he began to shift forms, working carefully to wriggle free of his coat, the sleek fur begining to feel like a diving suit a size too small against his now human skin.

Stretching his limbs, he sucked in a deep breath and ran a hand through his hair, ruffling it slightly to rid it of any clinging moisture.

He hadn't planned on going swimming today, but something in the weather had brought out a nostalgic note in him, reminding him of home, and he just couldn't help himself. Sometimes, being in the water wasn't so much a choice for him as a necessity or compulsion.

The cold air now pricking at his newly sensitive skin, he quickly redressed in his human clothes, still where he had left them earlier on the bank, continuing to keep a watchful eye out around him as he did.

'Such a hassle.' he thought to himself ruefully, as he yanked the thick brown sweater over his head. The amount of time and effort required to shift between forms irritated him greatly. It may have been considered one of the greatest abilities of the Selkies, but it was also one their biggest weaknesses.

The entire process of changing was an intense ordeal; it was not simply taking the coat on and off, his entire body had to completely restructure itself, bones and muscles twisting and dislocating to accommodate the new shape. It was painful and disorienting and took a toll, leaving him fatigued and queasy as he grumbled to himself while tying his shoes. 'What's the fun of it, if you can't just pop back and forth?'

Climbing to his feet, he picked up the now discarded 'coat' and flipped it inside-out, folding carefully it so that it resembled a soft leather jacket, at least so long as you didn't look too closely.

Deeming himself presentable again, he made his way back up to the main road and set off to what had been his original destination for the evening, a smile creeping across his face as the half moon sign came into view, Café Sean-Norae.

Sean-Norae was a artist's paradise. The owners were married musicians who had wanted to create a space where artists could mingle and find inspiration. And, in his opinion, they had more than achieved that goal.

The walls were covered with all different styles of photography and paintings. In the corner, there was a small stage setup for music. By the counter, there was small bookshelf of plainly packaged 'mystery envelopes' containing poems or short stories for purchase. Even the name itself was a combination of cultures. The owners, Song-hwa and Patrick, had used their Irish and Korean heritages to make up a word that meant 'old song'.

Tae knows he hangs out a little more often than he should, especially for someone who hates coffee, but it was such a relaxed, bohemian atmosphere and he adored it.

"You're late today."

He looked up at the familiar voice, smiling in greeting as you cleared the table next to him.

"I was on a secret mission." He said putting a finger to his lips. "Very hush-hush."

"Clandestine, I like it." You chuckled. "You want your usual?"

"Yes, please."

"Coming right up." You said, giving him a quick smile that made his heart do a little flip.

Okay, so maybe there was another reason he was so taken with the cafe.

From the first moment he'd spoken to you, he'd been absolutely smitten. You were bright and friendly and sharp witted. You had excellent taste in music, often recommending new songs or artists to him. The two of you seemed to have a fair bit in common, both having moved here on your own for university.

He grinned as you returned with his drink.

"So, you noticed I wasn't here." He smirked. "Does that mean you were worried about me?"

"Only that I might have to walk home alone." You replied dryly.

"C'mon, you can just say you missed me." He teased.

"Not happening." You turned your back on him, as he laughed under his breath.

By this point in the evening, the cafe almost empty. The last of the open mic singers had left, leaving the space uncharacteristically quiet, aside from you and one of the other waitresses, Sophie, arguing about some drama you'd been watching, as you and the others prepared for closing time.

"Hey, y/n, why don't you sing something?" Song-hwa asked.

You looked up uneasily. "uh, I don't know."

"Why not?" Sophie asked, "I don't think I've ever heard you sing."

"That's because I don't sing in front of people." You stated, but she persisted.

"Oh, come on, I bet you're great. Please?" She whined, hanging on your arm.

"Ok, fine! Just stop doing that!" You laughed, de-tangling yourself from the younger girl.

"Yay!" She cheered, making you roll your eyes.

You went and picked a song that Patrick could accompany you with on the piano before stepping awkwardly up to the mic.

There was a brief pause before the piano the first notes drifted together, and you began softly.

"Dear heart, why will you use me so?

Dear eyes, that gently me upbraid.

Still, are you beautiful,

Oh, but how your beauty is raimented."

He froze as a strange, dizzying sensation crept over him, slowly raising his gaze to you. Your eyes locked and it was like a shot of whiskey flooded through his veins. His thoughts seemed to slow, he couldn't focus. Something was wrong, he felt like he was under some sort of spell or-or...

Siren song?

No. No, that wasn't right, you couldn't be. Surely he would've noticed before, right? You didn't fit the descriptions from the stories at all.

He looked around, struggling to focus, but nobody else seemed to be bothered by your voice.

His mind was beginning to blur, as if he were drunk, his breaths coming unsteadily. He couldn't take it. He had to get out of here.

He managed to stagger out the door, catching a glimpse of your confused expression just before the it closed behind him.

Swaying slightly, he made his way down the street, trying to put as much distance between him and you as possible.

The cold air on his face helped clear his mind a bit, but he still felt too warm, his skin too dry. The familiar ache came back into his bones. He needed to get in the water, fast.

Ducking down the alley alongside one of the shops, he followed the familiar path down to the water wall and slipped over, ditching his coat on the riverbank in the process, too rushed to bother with changing and dove into the water, fully dressed.

He surfaced, spluttering from the shock of the cold water on his human limbs, but he didn't care, at least he could breathe again properly.

He stretched out, floated on his back, feeling his heartbeat beginning to calm as he breathed deeply.

Able to think more clearly now, dozens of questions began running through his mind. What the hell had happened? The memory of your voice was still echoing in his mind. Even just thinking about it brought back a faint buzzing in his ears. He shook his head in frustration, trying to clear it away.

What were you? Some sort of Witch? Siren? Other? Did you know what he was?

His thoughts darkened. What if you did know? What if you were just playing some twisted game with him?

"What the hell are you doing, the water's freezing!"

He started at the sudden voice that rang out from the shore. Ducking towards the bank, he looked up to see you scrambling over the wall to come to his aide.

Crap, why were you here?

"Are you okay? What were you doing?" You fussed, trying to brush his hair out of his eyes.

"Felt like going for a swim." He said blankly, pushing your hand away. He couldn't be around you right now.

"We need to get you dry."

"I'll be fine." He tried to assure you, but you weren't having it.

"You're gonna catch pneumonia, are you crazy?!" You said.

"I said I'm fine." He snapped, straightening abruptly and walking away.

He only made it a few yards before you called out again.

"Wait!"

He turned around, freezing immediately as his eyes landed on you hurrying towards him, holding his coat in your outstretched hand.

"You forgot this" You said, offering it to him.

Fuck.

#taehyung #taehyung x y/n #taehyung x reader #bts scenarios #bts fluff #bts drabble #taehyung fluff #bts supernatural au #taehyung scenarios #taehyung reactions #7ndipity #spooktober #cafe au #selkie!taehyung #taehyung imagine

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trulylino · 2 years

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=> Blind Dates - BTS

Pairing: bts x gn!reader

Genre: fluff, drabbles

Summary: when your friends set you up on a blind date <3

Warnings: kissing, alcohol

Masterlist

Jin

"To the left, to the left!" You yelled out in frustration as the claw snagged the ear of the plushie Jin had been aiming for before ultimately falling back into the soft, squishy pile of toys.

"If you're so good then you try it!" Jin huffed beside you. It was strange to think that the two of you had barely known each other before today. You had ran into each other a couple of times at parties but had never exchanged more than a couple words. Now you were making your way around a random arcade in Seoul together, determined to win each game.

"Fine, I'll show you how it's done!" You laughed, putting a coin into the machine before expertly directing the claw into exactly the right position. The two of you watched intently as it lowered, reaching for the pig plushie, wrapping its arms round its back and finally picking it up. You instantly whooped triumphantly, jumping up and down while Jin, open mouthed, gawked at you.

"You must have cheated, you can't have got it on your first go."

"I'm not! And I'll win you one as well, as long as you let me see it next time."

"Next time? Are you asking me out on another date?"

"You bet I am."

Yoongi

When your friend told you that she had found you a date this was not exactly what you had in mind. You had pictured a nice restaurant, a bar maybe. You could only imagine your surprise when she had suggested that you meet at a cat cafe. It didn't seem the most typical of places, not very romantic or making room for something more steamy. But here you were and the second you locked eyes with your date you knew exactly why she had sent the two of you here. You smiled lightly at him as you greeted each other, the cats already beginning to wind their way around his legs.

Yoongi, the name which you had been given, seemed shy to say the least. He watched as you stroked a small white cat's head, how your fingers moved over its soft ears and how they flattened under your touch. Eventually you began to open up to each other, realising you had more in common than just a love for the furry (and one not so furry) animals you were surrounded with.

Hobi

It had been a long time since you had been on a real date. Sure you had a drink with a few people over the past year or so but it had never gone any further than that. Your friends had finally had enough. That's what had brought you here; in a nice outfit, your hair done and your expectations low. The cafe was quiet. Very quiet. In fact you could only see one other person sitting at a table without a drink. He was hunched over, hair styled to the heavens and his toned arms on display.

Only when he looked up did you realise who it was. Oh god. You knew exactly who it was. Your first year at university you had shared a class and you had silently pined over him, not managing to pluck up the courage to say anything. First year came and went and you had never seen him again. Until this very moment. He smiled up at you when he noticed you standing there, mouth agape and brows furrowed.

"Hey, y/n is it? I remember you. We shared a class first year!" Thank god for your friends.

Namjoon

The park was so pretty this time of year. This was why when Hoseok had given you his friend's number you weren't overly shocked when he had suggested you go out there. As you strolled next to each other, giggling at something he had said you took in the beauty of your surroundings. The flowers had come into bloom perfectly, their delicate petals presenting themselves to you as if to say 'look at me!'. Soon, however, you grew bored of nature and began to fixate on the man to your left. He was just as pretty as the park, if not more so. Your eyes darted between his perfectly sculpted face, to his clothes, back to meet his eyes.

Namjoon was bolder than you however, because when you broke the eye contact, nervously looking back to the grass, he only took your hand in his own.

"I was getting cold," he reasoned, the both of you knowing that he was bending the truth. "Hey look at these, you know that they breath through their skin?" He remarked, using his free hand to point to the frogs which were shading themselves under a bush. You simply shook your head in response, leaning into his arm to look at him some more.

Jimin

You wobbled along the ice, clinging for dear life onto the bannister. This was perhaps not the best idea for a date you had ever had. In your head it had been romantic. In your head. You hadn't taken into account the fact that you hadn't been to an ice rink since you were fourteen, however, meaning that you were set up perfectly for failure.

"Can you not skate?" Your dates voice piped up from beside you. "Here, I'll help you, take my hands." You looked him up and down for a moment before wearily unlatching one arm from the side of the rink. His hands were surprisingly warm considering you were literally in a room which vowed to never turn the heating on. He pulled you towards him, and you waddled after him, like a penguin learning to walk for the first time.

You shrieked as you were suddenly span around, Jimin's hair flying in the gust of wind you had created. And he was laughing at you. No, he was laughing with you. With you. Perhaps you could get behind this whole skating thing. You had just needed to find the right partner.

Taehyung

Anxiously you tapped your foot against the floor. This wasn't the first time you had been sent on a blind date by one of your friends but you hoped it would be the last. This one looked promising. You were waiting outside the arts centre, you had gotten there far too early so no one else was there. The crunching of gravel let you know that someone else had arrived.

You had seen pictures of your date to be. Blurry, grainy and extremely zoomed in from group photos. Maybe that was why you were more optimistic about this one.

...

Your forth glass of wine had perhaps been one too many. Maybe that was why you were here, with paint covered hands, while Taehyung's were raking their way through your hair. The wine was probably just an excuse you decided as you pushed yourself further into his grip, your lips melding together more and more by the second. You were sure if you stayed like this for a second longer you would be permanently glued like that. Or you would just get a lot more paint on your clothes than you expected you would tonight.

Jungkook

Jungkook was supposedly the perfect man. This is was Lia had been telling you while you got ready in your shared apartment. You wondered how he could possibly be as handsome and funny as she had claimed and you were almost certain that she would make a better pair with him than you, seeing as she was so infatuated with him.

But when Jungkook's car drives up to your flat all your worries go out the window and it all makes sense. He definitely looks the part. When he jumps out the car with a grin on his face to open the car door for you you realise that he's acting the part too. When you greet him with a hug and a brief introduction you are suddenly overly aware of everything happening around you. His scent overwhelms you, his arms ever present at your back, his voice like music to your ears.

The embrace ends all too soon and you're sitting in the car. You're worried it will be awkward but Jungkook has put music on and the two of you are singing along playfully to the words. You're not even surprised that he has the voice of angel. Perhaps he is one. You're sure of it when an hour later his lips are on yours.

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park-jimin-isnt-real · 1 year

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𝓶𝔂 𝓱𝓪𝓷𝓭

♡ pairing: namjoon x reader (soulmates) ♡ rating: G ♡ genre: fluff ♡ au: coffee shop ♡ tw: n/a ♡ wc: ~1.0k ♡ track: Love Maze ~ BTS: “Let them be them, let us be us. Love is a maze, damn, but you is amaze.”

♡ summary: You had waited years to find your soulmate, and the universe gave you the perfect one.

♡ an: this one goes out to @mintsugarmy! here's your green namjoon, love. i really liked writing this one. enjoy!! 14 Valen-tans Days masterlist ♡♡ main masterlist

There was no better feeling in the world than finding your soulmate. To find that hand that fit perfectly in yours in a way that instantly filled you with warmth and butterflies and made something inside you just click into place... it was all you wanted.

Finding your soulmate was based on such a small thing, too: hand-holding. The older you got, the more emotionally mature you became, the easier it was to tell if you had found your soulmate. Little children were so full of joy and unrelenting feelings (not to mention they were so playful) that holding hands with someone didn't result in that kind of found connection. Teenagers who were hopelessly romantic would either try to hold hands with everyone they came in contact with or avoid it altogether in an attempt to wait and make sure the first hand they held would be their one and only.

You fell more into the first category than the second as a teenager. You let your hands brush up against others as you walked past them in the hall at school or down the sidewalk, hoping to feel that tingle your parents had described to you. Eventually, as you graduated and entered university, you became a bit more careful and restrained, but that didn't stop your heart from dreaming. You wanted that accidental meet-cute so badly. There were countless scenarios you imagined yourself in.

Maybe you would trip going down the staircase and a fast hand would reach out to catch yours and keep you from falling. You could bump into someone on the street and drop whatever you were carrying, then you both reach to pick up the same thing. You would even take going to the club and being asked to dance by a random stranger only to discover that they were your soulmate.

Your roommate often disregarded your daydreams. She had given up on the whole soulmate concept. Apparently, she had fallen in love with a boy when she was in high school, but she was so worried that he wouldn't be her soulmate that even though they dated she never held his hand. He'd had enough one day and touched her hand, and when they both didn't feel that rush, he broke up with her on the spot. You felt bad for her but tried not to let her story get you down.

You hurried to the local cafe on campus for your usual pre-art class drink, your paint-stained clothes currently hidden beneath a large green sweater. You painted celestial things, the stars and constellations and planets that didn't exist, things that cosmic energy practically radiated out of. You only hoped your soulmate would like the stars as much as you did. You wanted your first date to be stargazing.

The cafe was nearly empty when you walked in. "Iced mocha frappucino, triple shot, please," you told the barista. You paid the worker and then stepped off to the side to wait for the drink. You heard the bell above the door tinkle as another person walked in, but you didn't look up. You were looking through pictures on your phone, searching for inspiration for your next project. You became so engrossed in your search that you nearly missed your order being called. Without looking up, you made your way back to the counter and reached out to take it.

Something warm surrounded your hand, instead of your hand circling around the cup. Your heart nearly stopped as you looked up and saw another hand holding yours, also reaching for your coffee. Usually, you would have been upset that this stranger was trying to steal your drink, but not this time.

This time, your whole body tingled and filled with the most comfortable warmth. You took a breath and it was as if this was the first time you had ever properly breathed. Something inside you went click and you felt complete. You looked up to see the face this hand belonged to.

He was already looking at you, with a wide smile that showed off his dimples. His brown eyes sparkled like the stars you loved, as they took you in, and you easily smiled in return. "I'm Namjoon," was all he said to you, his voice deep and gentle and soothing. You could listen to him forever and it wouldn't be enough.

"Y/N," you responded, amazement and awe filling your voice. "Is this your drink?"

Before he could answer, the barista set a second coffee down on the counter, right next to the first. "Here you are, sir, iced mocha frappucino, triple shot."

Namjoon let out a small laugh. "You have good taste in coffee," he said as he used his free hand to pick up his cup. "Are you busy?" The hope in his voice was undisguised. Maybe he had been waiting just as much as you had been to find your soulmate.

Oh. Your soulmate. This gentle giant was your soulmate. The universe had chosen well for you, and you knew your next art project was going to be painting this man as the angel the cosmos had so clearly created him to be.

You moved the hand he held just slightly to entwine your fingers together. "I've got to get to class, but I'm free tonight?"

"Can I walk you?" You nodded enthusiastically. Namjoon offered to carry your bag for you so you could keep holding hands and carry your coffee. The walk wasn't too long, but you talked about the classes you were both taking and what books he liked to read and what you liked to paint.

When Namjoon dropped you off at class, you didn't want to let his hand go, but you knew this wouldn't be the end. He gave you his number, then asked the question you had always been dreaming of with that same wide, dimpled smile from earlier.

"Would you like to go stargazing with me?"

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svn-bangtan · 1 year

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⇥svn-bangtan© - Please do not copy or claim any of my work. For any readers under 18+ please do NOT read restricted imagines.⇤

Master Key: ®= 18+ ✿= Fluff ✯= Angst ♡= Personal Favotite ☼= On Wattpad ∞= Series

✍= Ongoing ♚= Coming Soon ✘= Hiatus ✔= Completed

Coming Soon

Soulmates ✯✿♡

Yoongi x reader

»Summary: Everyone had a soulmate and many find theirs much faster than others. Throughout her years being alive, Y/n is slowly beginning to lose hope in finding her soulmate. After becoming a successful artist and meeting a new client and a stranger at a cafe, things change very quickly.

In The End (Teaser) ∞✍✯®☼

Husband! Yoongi x Wife! reader

»Summary: Han Y/n, hailing from a prominent family in Seoul, returns to South Korea after years abroad. Amid her family's internal power struggle for their hotel empire, Y/ns disinterest in the chairman position disrupts the status quo. A mysterious phone call prompts her return, marking a turning point. As she confronts her arranged marriage to Min Yoongi, a once-fancied childhood crush, the stark reality sets in. The contrast between her youthful fantasies and the complex man he has become introduces unforeseen chaos.

Coming Soon

Seven ✿

Idol!Jungkook x Actress!reader

»Summary: After ending her 7 year relationship Y/n shares that her breakup with Jungkook was partially due to his unrealistic desire for sex seven days a week. If that wasn’t enough, Y/n seemingly keeps seeing Jungkook everywhere. Just know a lot has happened in the seven days they have been apart

The Favor ✿®

Jungkook x Actress! reader

»Summary: You’ve always had a thing for the maknae of BTS, but due to your close friendship, you let it go. Throughout the friendship, however, he’d always ask you for small favors here and there, and being as close as you are, you never objected. However, that was until he came over one day asking for another favor, but this time, it was something you never would have expected.

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anonnie-in-wonderland · 2 years

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Call Me Crazy…

Rating: T

Word Count: 4.8k

Warning(s): None

Summary: When Y/N gets her hands on the newest Samsung phone, she thinks at most she’ll get a little clout with her friends and fewer dropped calls. A direct portal to BTS? Not so much.

Tags: bts x reader | ot7 x reader | poly| FM!POC!reader

Ch.1: In Which a New Phone is Long Overdue

A/N: This idea was inspired by this commercial, which I immediately thought would be a good fic idea the moment I first saw it! Just never assumed I’d be the one writing it, so I guess I played myself…anyway, this fic starts in 2019 and is not “canon compliant” (I think I’m using that right). I personally see this Y/N as a POC due to the girl in the commercial this AU is based off. I think she was really cute haha that being said, you don’t have to imagine the commercial actress ofc. Uh, and Y/N is not really an Army at first, sorry. Just thought it’d be more interesting that way. *PLEASE do not ask about the taglist in this story’s comments*

“I can make it better, I can hold you tighter…”

Y/N breezed right by the girls passionately singing along to the latest BTS hit in the hallway. Classes had just ended and caffeine was calling her name. That test prep was a doozy and really, she should definitely—fish the buzzing phone out of her jacket pocket, apparently. If she could even locate it. Why did she adore multiple pockets so much in her outerwear anyway?

Her fingers seized the small device just before it went to voicemail, and she barely glimpsed at the ID before accepting the call. “Hey, heeey,” Binna sang, her good mood evident, “That physiology test? Nailed it!” Y/N smiled, knowing how much her roommate had been stressing that exam, despite studying nonstop for weeks in advance.

Stopping, Y/N tucked herself into a corner of the corridor, out of the way of her fellow students. The tall arched windows provided an unobstructed view of the campus’ sprawling lawn, and the students congregating on it. “I wouldn’t expect anything less from my bestie’s big brain.”

“Try saying that three times fast,” Binna laughed. “How’d your business presentation thingy go?”

Y/N cleared her throat, trying to sound serious, but secretly endeared by Binna. “It’s a supply chain management project. I won’t know how I did until the end of the term, but it’s coming together really well so far.”

“Ohh then are some celebratory drinks at the cafe in order?!”

Y/N dramatically clutched her chest, probably looking like she belonged in the theatre program to the people passing by. “I thought you’d never as—”

“…N?” Binna’s voice began to crackle, fading in and out. “Hel..lo? Y…?”

Gasping indignantly, Y/N took the phone away from her ear to glare at it. “Oh, no you don’t.” Reflexively, she smacked the bottom a few times, momentarily forgetting that would do absolutely nothing for failing reception.

“I’m losing signal!” She hurried to explain, “Text you soon!”

The sound her friend made came across as agreement, more or less, so Y/N hung up with a sigh. Her fingers skimmed the tiny, worn keyboard, prepared to attempt a short confirmation to meet at the cafe.

“Still not ready to give up on that dinosaur?”

Y/N jumped, halfheartedly glaring at the owner of the voice, who didn’t look the least bit apologetic for startling her. Rather, Chung Chin-Mae arched a brow, face blank as he waited for her to respond. “When are you going to cut that out?” She hissed, smoothing a hand down her already wrinkle-free blazer.

“When are you going to give up on that phone?” He returned, taking a delicate sip of his vitamin water. Y/N’s glare became a little harder, lip jutting out in defiance. He knew she hated when someone answered a question with another question. But she let him have it…this time.

“Why would I?” Y/N briefly clutched her phone to her chest defensively, ignoring the way Chin-Mae just shook his head. Returning to trying to get her text through, she added, “There’s nothing wrong with it…”

Her friend looked ready to swing his messenger bag at her—and given that it was always full and on the heavy side, that was bound to leave a bruise. “How many other people do you know still using a flip phone that outdated? It’s not even a touchscreen!”

“But it does the same thing!” Y/N grumbled, mentally crossing her fingers that the text didn’t freeze and delete itself. ‘Please, not while Chin-Mae’s here.’

They stood in awkward silence for over a minute, and she lowered her head, knowing the expression he’d be wearing. “It just does it a little slower…” For all his love of being right, Chung Chin-Mae (affectionately Chinnie to his friends) could have made an excellent lawyer, but his heart belonged to the arts. His interesting taste in strangely patterned button-ups and the streak of deep red dyed in his short, black hair were the only real outward indicators.

“How many years?” he asked.

“Huh?” Y/N distractedly watched her text finally finish sending, a little grin of victory on her lips.

“How many years since you got a new phone?” He clarified.

“Oh, um…eight.”

“Eight? Y/N…girl…” Chin-Mae looked like he was struggling to find the words, absolutely aghast, and she rolled her eyes. Yes, there was that flair for the dramatic she’d expect from a performing arts major.

Checking her math, she nodded, “Yeah, that sounds about right.”

Leaning into her personal space so that she could smell the freshness of his gum, he whispered, “Repeat after me: I will get an upgrade!”

“Only if it becomes absolutely necessary.” she countered.

“It’s past necessary; you might as well be dragging an entire phone booth around with you.”

“Haha…” Y/N chortled drily. “Anyway, aren’t you a long way from the art studio. Did you come to meet me?”

Huffing, Chin-Mae squared his shoulders, looking thoroughly exasperated. Though his next words confirmed it wasn’t at her. “I came to drop off Yè’s report to him. He’d be flunking that class if it wasn’t for me,”

That made sense, considering how forgetful her upperclassmen could be. Brilliant, but oh so forgetful. “You realize you’re dating now. It’s okay to call him Min Su.”

“Old habits,” Chin-Mae dismissively flapped a hand at her, not sounding too concerned.

‘Poor Min Su.’ she thought. He had been smitten with Chin-Mae practically since their first meeting, when the clumsy transferee had bumped into her friend and caused him to drop a still wet painting while trying to search for the right building.

Needless to say, Chin-Mae had declared war on the guy. He had never been the most forgiving to begin with, and man could he hold a grudge. Y/N winced as she recalled the way he hadn’t spoken to his roommate for just over a month after he ate Chin’s pudding snack.

So the odds certainly were not in Min Su’s favor. Chin-Mae remained icy towards him even after he tried to make it right by lending a hand so he could redo the ruined painting in time to submit to his art showcase by the deadline. She and Binna had watched (and silently rooted for Min Su) from the sidelines for the better part of their freshman and sophomore years. Eventually his kindness and persistence won Chin-Mae over…not that he ever really wanted to say he had caught feelings somewhere along the line. And now, they were finally dating. But Chinnie was only really slightly less reserved with his affections. At least in public.

“Anyway. My boyfriend is hopeless. What else is new?” He asked rhetorically, breaking her from her reminiscence. “Do you need a ride to the cafe or what?”

Y/N thought over the benefits of catching a free ride while her friend was in a gracious mood, or waiting on the shuttle. “I guess I could—”

“If you have to think about it, you don’t know. So let me decide for you…” He pulled out his keys and pushed at her shoulder, ushering her out of the corner and through the lecture hall. “You’re coming with me.”

Well, Y/N shrugged, if Chin-Mae had spoken…

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“Umm…” Y/N watched Binna bouncing in place, tongue poking out in concentration as she attempted to make up her mind. Luckily, the cafe worker looked more amused than irritated, but then her friend had that effect on people. Something about her quick smiles and the bright eyeshadow she typically wore made her youthful, energetic and approachable, along with the fun hairstyles she loved to wear when she wasn’t in a professional setting.

She was pure warmth, and destined to become an amazing pediatrician, if Y/N had anything to say about it. “Should I get an iced americano?” She asked no one in particular, “Oh wait, but it’s been forever since I had any boba. That’d hit the spot right now too…”

Normally, the campus cafe was packed, people chugging coffee in anticipation of a long class, or stopping to have a quick bite because they couldn’t be bothered to leave campus or cook for themselves (though it was far from the only choice). It was a welcome surprise not to be standing knee-deep in a line nearly out the door, everyone inside already sitting and enjoying their orders.

That meant at least they wouldn’t get nasty stares for holding up the line. As Binna continued deliberating, Y/N began envisioning the moment she’d take the first blissful sip of her own caffeinated delight.

Unlike her friends, who often switched up their orders, Y/N preferred what was tried and true: cafè au lait with skim milk and a half a teaspoon of sugar. A small fingertip poked her shoulder. “…do you think?” Y/N blinked, cocking her head as she tried to figure out what she was being asked.

Something about what drink Binna should have, right? “Uh…since you like mixing it up, what about something you’ve never had before?”

Her round eyes instantly brightened, turning to the barista with a confident grin. “Ohh, what’s on your limited edition menu right now?”

The barista shared a proud look with her coworker, who had finished rinsing out mugs and happened to overhear the question. “We’re doing our artist-inspired drinks. This month it’s BTS, since they just released a new album.”

The minute the words were out of the young woman’s mouth, Y/N began silently counting down, only reaching three before Binna let out a loud squeal. She always got that way when she got the opportunity to chat about her k-pop obsession. “Oh my gosh, that’s so cool!” Eagerly lifting the little mascot attached to her backpack by a keychain, Binna gushed, “You know, I’m actually Army.”

That she was. She had the poster on her side of their room to prove it, and lots of merchandise on her desk and bookshelf. It was practically the only reason Y/N knew anything about BTS (or any other popular groups) to begin with, and her knowledge was less than that of a casual fan.

She could view a photograph or billboard advertisement and recognize she was gazing at the group of superstars who had captivated Binna and half the world. But if asked to pick them out individually and correctly name them…well, hopefully it wouldn’t be a life or death situation, because Y/N didn’t like her odds.

The next few minutes were spent with Binna and the cafe employees talking about the new album, their favorite tracks, leaving Y/N totally lost. While she was glad to see her friend having so much fun, she could really use that caffeine pick-me-up right about now. Maybe tuning into that telepathic link they always joked about having, Binna gasped, her lipgloss even shinier under the cafe’s atmosphere lighting. “Wait, oh no, you haven’t even gotten to order yet, have you? I’m so sorry. I’m terrible, your drink’s on me!”

Y/N smiled gently as her friend began to ramble about how awful she had been to make her wait for the last fifteen minutes, rubbing her shoulder in reassurance. But she wasn’t exactly about to turn down a free drink. Chinnie, who had opted not to tag along seeing as how he had a class coming up soon, was going to be sorry he missed out on being treated.

“I’ll take a…”

Binna interrupted her with a giggle, her cute little nose twitching. “Should I just order for you? I mean, I know what you’re having because it’s always the same thing. Every time. She wants a cafè au lait, skim milk and a half a teaspoon of sugar please.”

Y/N knew her friend’s cheerful declaration wasn’t in any way mean-spirited. It just wasn’t in her nature to be. She honestly couldn’t explain why that rankled her. Was it that deep down, she feared she was overly predictable?

“That’s not true…” she muttered, aiming to prove it. “I can change it up too. I’ll also take something off the limited edition menu…” She had missed what Binna ordered, so she ended with a shrug. “You can surprise me.”

The barista, whose tag read, “Minjun”, nodded eagerly. “You got it. Coming right up!”

Assuming they would wait off to the side, Y/N shuffled down the counter, only to catch Binna staring at her, wide-eyed. Today her eyes were rimmed in a nude eyeshadow, applied with an expert hand as always. “Okay, just say it.”

“You…” Binna glanced around as she moved her hands, “You picked something besides your usual!”

“It’s not that big of a deal…”

“Yes it is. For you, it is. You’re all about schedules and routines and…and sameness.”

Y/N felt her cheeks puffing, and hurried to calm herself. “Look, everyone gets tired of things being the same sometimes. I’m not that dull.” If her voice came out just a little snappish, Binna didn’t remark on it. The speedy service was a small blessing, their drinks being slid down to them as Minjun called out their orders.

Y/N squinted as she read the side of her cup, more specifically the label. Jimin’s Jumping Jubilation.

Binna silently motioned to a table, her eyes nonverbally apologizing in case her comment had upset her, and Y/N took the lead, playfully brushing her on the way over so she knew all was well. “So,” she said after taking a careful sip. “Jimin tastes a whole lot like coconut milk and dehydrated pineapple bits.”

Binna made a funny face, having finished taking a long sip of her Suga n’ Spice. The delayed snort was well worth getting slightly sprayed. Nothing about her friend looking anxious or down suited her. “Y/N!” Binna squealed, slapping at her from across the table. “You can’t just say that in public. People’ll think you read those dirty BTS fanfics.”

“They…have those?” She was well and truly clueless, and maybe it was for the best if it stayed that way. “You know what? Never mind.” Neither of them really seemed to mind the change of conversation, settling into their seats comfortably and watching the world go by outside. “Are you still going to the rugby game this weekend? Min Su and Chin invited me, but I’d feel like a third wheel on their date if you didn’t come.”

Binna’s cute manicured nails rapidly tapped both sides of her cup. “Oooh you know I’ll be there to keep you from third-wheeling.” she winked. “Plus, it’s KU’s biggest rival, right? That means Yonsei University boys.” Y/N cracked a grin as she watched Binna fan herself, pretending to swoon. “I thought you swore off boys at least until after finals.”

“I did!” She nodded expressively. “But there’s no harm in looking.”

“I guess there’s tha—”

“Eek, a bee! How’d it get in here?!” Her friend’s screech turned several heads, Binna trying to hop up from her side of the table and flailing just a bit to keep the buzzing insect at bay simultaneously. Y/N watched her arm strike the side of her mostly filled cup, the liquid splashing in slow motion…right over the ancient flip phone lying innocently on the table.

Realizing what she’d done, Binna stared down in horror. “Oops! Y/N I am soooo sorry! I swear I’m too klutzy to live, and you know I’ll make this right and get you a new one. You can have any color, just—”

“Bin,” Y/N held up a palm. “Breathe.”

Perhaps recognizing she had withheld a breath or two in the middle of her rambling, her friend took a deep inhale.

“I know you didn’t do it on purpose.” Though Y/N had a sinking feeling it would do very little good, she still attempted to dry off the phone with some napkins, able to see her reflection in the dark screen. “It was just…its time to go, I guess.”

Slowly lowering herself back into her chair, Binna stared down at the deceased cellular device, an errant giggle escaping. “Well now that you have to get a new phone, at least Chinnie won’t have a reason to keep bugging you about it?” she offered, looking entirely too cute to be mad at.

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Y/N cringed at her wet pant leg as she climbed from the passenger side of Chin-Mae’s car. If she’d known the day would end in rain, she would have worn rain boots, as much as they clashed with her business casual attire. It was a small miracle that she at least had an umbrella in her bag. Her friends huddled under and shared Binna’s, which featured a vaguely familiar pink bunny with a rather aggressively cocked eyebrow.

The bell above the door chimed as the trio shuffled into the phone store, which was nice and toasty to combat any would be draft from the rain. No one else was inside, only the quiet hum of the heat going filling the space. “Where do you think we should start looking?”

There were so many shiny models on display in different spots on the shop floor it was hard to know where to focus. No sooner had Binna asked than a Samsung employee popped up from the back room, a few boxes carefully balanced in his arms.

Glancing their way, the young man, who couldn’t be much older than them, gave a polite customer service smile. Y/N waited patiently as she set down the boxes on the counter near checkout then beelined straight to them, his name tag gleaming under the store lights.

“Uh-oh, someone needs a new phone, huh?” He sighed sympathetically.

“How’d you know?” Chin-Mae asked, hands tucked into his pockets. He was wearing Min Su’s favorite hoodie, which enveloped him quite well given the difference in their builds. Y/N found herself irrationally jealous, wishing briefly she had a boyfriend to steal warm, snuggly clothes from.

“I just thought it’s the most likely reason you’d come out in such nasty weather.” he explained. “This is the kind rainy evening that makes you want to get cozy somewhere.”

He wasn’t wrong, Y/N thought. What an intuitive salesman.

“It’s me,” she said, stepping forward and raising her hand. “I’m the one that needs the new phone.”

He hummed with a tilt of his head. “Ah, anything in mind?”

“Anything would be an improvement from that ugly old dinosaur she thought it was okay to keep for eight years.” Chin-Mae groaned. “It finally bit the dust today.”

“Actually, it was murdered.” Y/N corrected.

“I’m sorry!” Binna wailed, hiding her face guiltily.

“I certainly have to agree it was time for an upgrade.” The clerk whistled. “Eight years is quite a long time.” He began to walk, motioning for the group to follow as he looked over his shoulder. “I’m afraid I don’t have anything similar to what would’ve been on the market back then, even in our used phone selection, but I’ll do my best to find a suitable replacement for your baby.”

“Something simple that gets the job done.” Y/N piped up. “That’s all I need.”

“Please, tell her she doesn’t have to live like this!” Binna whined, clasping her hands together. “She can have style, high-tech features and efficiency.”

Exasperated, Y/N turned to glare at her friend. “Bin, I—”

“She’s right,” the salesman said, “I can get you all that. If you’re interested, of course.”

“She is.” Chin-Mae cut her off before she could so much as open her mouth. His grip on her shoulders was tight, almost like a warning…

Knowing that her friends weren’t about to relent, Y/N decided to cooperate and get it over with. She’d rip it off, like a bandage.

“I am.” She agreed, less than enthusiastically.

All three of them perked up, and Y/N had a feeling she was in for a long evening.

The clerk showed them various types of phones, rattling off their features with ease and even explaining how to navigate the touch screens. Y/N personally didn’t think she was that hopeless, but kept her mouth shut and let him finish each demonstration. Binna and Chin-Mae chimed in more than once, mentioning how impressed they were with this model or that and ushering her toward their personal picks.

Y/N wasn’t quite sure any of the ones they saw were right for her. ‘What happened to simple?’ she wondered. That concept had long since gone out the window it seemed.

“And this is the last one I have to show you.” The employee, who had told them to call him Suk-kyu, rounded yet another display. This one featured a line of phones in various colors, as sleek and fancy as all the rest. What caught Y/N’s attention was the flip design. Finally! An ode to the phones of yesteryear. “It’s the Galaxy Z!” Suk-kyu gushed, plucking one of the phones on the table from its resting place and carefully placing it in Y/N’s hands. “It’s got that old school design you like, but this baby is all new and cutting edge. Ask me what it does. It does it all!”

The man loved his job, that was for sure. It was either that or he got paid off commissions, because he was certainly making the hard sell. Suk-kyu let her see everything the phone could do. And true to his word, that was quite a lot. His eyes twinkled expectantly as Y/N deliberated over the seven colors it came in. “I think we have a winner!” he cheered, “Who’s your bias? That’s probably the best color to go with if you’re having trouble deciding.”

Y/N blinked, a pink phone in one hand and a purple phone in the other. “Who’s my…what?”

“Oh,” Binna chuckled, “There’s no need in bothering with that Suk-kyu. Y/N wouldn’t be interested in all that.”

“Interested in what?” Said girl asked quietly, beginning to feel like she was missing a vital piece of the conversation. The piece that made it make sense.

“Ah,” Suk-kyu rubbed his arm sheepishly. “I guess not everyone is. I just thought maybe you chose to get one of these phones because you’re a BTS fan. Most of the people who bought them have been. Actually we barely keep them in stock for long. This is the first time we’ve had all seven colors available since release day.”

“What’s with everyone and BTS today? What’s that got to do with the pho—”

Chin-Mae tapped her shoulder, pointing to direct her attention to one of the monitors mounted over their heads. Y/N gaped as she saw the famous boy band using the very same model of phone she was about to purchase in a commercial.

‘Of course,’ Y/N could have rolled her eyes. What product didn’t they endorse? ‘Okay, I guess it’s impressive from a business standpoint. I’ll give them that. It’s every company’s dream to find a brand ambassador with the golden touch that’ll keep the product flying off the shelves.’ As an aspiring businesswoman currently taking courses in product marketing and distribution, Y/N couldn’t deny they were something else.

“Uh…you know what? I think I’ll take this one after all.” She announced, ignoring Binna and Suk-kyu’s twin gasps of joy. “Just to try it out. If it’s good enough for BTS, I’m sure it’s good enough for a plain old business major like me.”

Seconds later, they watched the grown man skip to the back to retrieve the color she selected.

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Rubbing a knuckle over her eye, Y/N yawned, staring blearily at the time displayed on her new phone. Huh, almost midnight. Didn’t feel like it was that late…but then it might explain the heaviness of her eyes.

Binna was already tucked into bed and snoring quietly on the other side of the room, leaving Y/N up by herself, toying with the cellphone she hadn’t expected to become so invested in.

Hoisting herself off her mattress, the tired university student stretched, hearing the satisfying pop in her back as she crept toward the bathroom, phone loosely clutched in hand. She’d brush her teeth and then go to bed.

Tomorrow was a rare day off for her, so she had plenty of time to play with explore the phone’s features at her leisure. And, of course, get a leg up on her next assignment.

Y/N had always treated school like she intended to treat the business world, and no one survived in business unless they could always stay five steps ahead of everyone else.

Y/N shuffled completely into the girls’ shared bathroom, shutting the door almost all the way before she flipped on the light, hoping the tiny sliver didn’t disturb Binna.

Thinking it over, she scoffed at the notion. Yeah right, that girl slept like the dead. Someone could scream about a fire in the building and she’d just roll over.

Taking her electric toothbrush from the charger, Y/N rummaged under the sink, locating the small bag that contained her toiletries and squirting a little toothpaste on the brush’s head. She put the setting on a slow pace, always wanting to be sure she got every nook and crevice.

Running the brush everywhere inside her mouth, slow and methodical, Y/N hummed to a song she didn’t really remember. That helped her keep track of how long she needed to brush, even if the toothbrush had an automatic counter.

She had used a manual one for so many years, to do her own mental counting was simply force of habit. And she was nothing if not a creature of habit, according to most people who knew her. But, was that really such a bad thing? She never used to think so, but recently it felt like another way to call her bland.

Leaning down into the sink, Y/N spit, turning on the tap and gargling away the rest of the minty foam in her mouth. Satisfied, she spit again, splashing the cool water on her face and setting her toothbrush down. Patting her skin dry with a small towel, the young woman took a small sigh, raising her face to the mirror and expecting to see her tired reflection staring back.

Except for the fact that the person in the mirror did not have the right features to be her reflection. Hell, they didn’t even have the right gender!

Y/N’s eyes popped wide open, sleepiness dissolving in an instant at the equally shocked face of the man who was gazing back at her. His distractingly full lips were rimmed in white toothpaste, as if he had just finished brushing his own teeth. Light brown, almost tangerine-tinted hair hung messily into his dark eyes, which had enlarged to what had to be triple their normal size.

And his skin… it probably wasn’t the best time to be noticing, what with her clearly hallucinating and all, but he had to have the tightest pores. They were nonexistent, really. His skin was smooth and blemish free. There wasn’t much more of him she could see, save for the black t-shirt that hung from his impossibly wide shoulders, filling the rest of the space in the mirror.

It looked like he sucked in a breath at the same time she did, and Y/N finally stumbled back, unsure why she was seeing what she was. Blinking, she smacked both palms over her eyes and then opened them again, finding everything as it should be. The handsome man was gone, and she was alone with her reflection. All was right with the world.

Shaking her head, Y/N scurried from the bathroom and flipped off the light, trying not to drop her phone in the dark. Sleep. She needed sleep, and lots of it.

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