#got7 bambam drabble

[spacequokka]

BB.one

Prompt: “I almost lost you.”

BamBam asked you to help take down the Christmas lights on his mom’s house, promising a burger, fries, and a milkshake for your troubles. Who says no to free food?

Things were going well until you got to the lights. Though you were wary about getting on the roof with him at first, you’d quickly swallowed your fear for your bestie. But then you lost your footing and slipped. Unable to catch yourself, you toppled over and fell two stories.

Darkness. Faint sirens.

You woke up in the emergency room with him at your side, red nose and puffy eyes. His fingers were a blur of motion over his phone. A sniffle.

“Bammie?”

He nearly dropped his phone to get to you. The gentle way his hands take one of yours was so unlike him, but not unwelcome. Soft BamBam is your favorite BamBam.

“Hey, beautiful.” He forced himself to smile. “I almost lost you.”

You frown, feeling the stiffness in your neck and legs. “What?”

He brings your knuckles to his lips. “Do you remember falling?”

“Barely.”

“You, um, you’ve been out for nearly ten hours. You may not feel anything because of the morphine, but you also broke your leg.” He smiled weakly. “And to say I’m so fucking sorry about this, how about free burgers and shakes for life?”

[yakuly]

˒ 🗝️ ..⃗. Key

[🫧] Fluff. [🌨️] Angst.

[🔮] Suggestive. [🫐] smut.

ꨄ Reactions.

ꨄ Drabbles.

ꨄ Timestamps.

ꨄ Headcanons.

ꨄ One-Shots

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[sweetestofchaos]

Prompt #16 - “Nooo let me sleep.”       Paring - Bambam and Y/N Warnings - SFW Word Count - 228

𝖯𝗂𝖼𝗄 𝖺 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝗆𝗉𝗍 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝖾𝗇𝖽 𝗂𝗇 𝖺 𝗋𝖾𝗊𝗎𝖾𝗌𝗍

There was an alarm going off somewhere in the room and you groaned. You reached out towards the nightstand beside you in case it was your phone and sure enough it wasn’t. Peaking your eyes open, you can see a small amount of…is that moonlight? Groaning again you glare at the motionless body beside you.

“Bam…Bam-” You poke his cheek, and he scrunches up his face before he slurps up his drool and turns his face the other way. “Bam,” you whine, poking your finger deeper into his shoulder.

“Nooo let me sleep.” Bambam grumbles and you roll your eyes.

“Your phone is going off. Make it stop.”

Bambam opens his eyes and turns his head back to face you, his eyes squinty as he takes in the world around him.

“Shit!” Bambam jumps up and nearly falls face first onto the floor as he scrambles for his phone that is tucked away in his pants on the floor. “I need to leave!” Bambam throws on his clothes and kisses the top of your head. “Go back to sleep, I’ll see in a few hours. Love you!” Bambam hurries out his room you stare at the open door confused. Pudding comes into the room and jumps up on the bed, curling into your side.

“You have such a weird daddy,” You mutter and go right back to sleep.

[chowyunnafat]

I’m too obsessed with this concept. But I love this trope, too. It’s supposed to be a showcase of dark humor and sentimentalism. But most importantly it’s just my own imagination.

She doesn’t understand why he’s standing in the middle of her living room, in the flesh.

But ultimately, she realizes that she’s the only one who can see him. And she helps him in the search for his body and gives his loved ones the closure he needs. For instance, she travels to LA, China, and South Korea to talk to his bandmates who are a lot more shaken up about his death than he’d ever realized they’d be.

Regardless, Ploychompoo doesn’t think he’s passed away. And BamBam might start living.

Maybe there’s a spark between them, too.

(Or I’m just inside my head too much).

(Or I’m just inside my head too much).

you got me

[pars-ley]

Can I just say an absolute huge thank you to everyone who has started following me recently and to the followers who have stuck around while I disappeared, how I got to 800 I will never know. But it means a lot, so in order to celebrate, I've decided to do a drabble game! Simply choose a member, one genre/au and one prompt from the list below, if you would like these to be fluffy, angsty or smutty please specify. Feel free to send an ask (anons welcome) or a message. Disclaimer: It will be member x female reader (unless you request gender neutral).

Choose one member:

BTS -

Namjoon

Seokjin

Hoseok

Yoongi

Taehyung

Jimin

Jungkook

Got7 -

Jackson

Jinyoung

Bambam

Jaebeom

Yugyeom

Mark

Youngjae

Choose one genre/au:

- Fake dating

- Best friends to lovers

- Enemies to lovers

- Office romance

- Coffee shop

- Soulmates

- Crime boss/mafia

- Body guard

- Single parent

- Idol

Choose one prompt:

1. "You knew me when I had nothing; when I was no one."

2. "I changed who I was for you, and now I don't know who I am anymore."

3. "You forget, I know all your secrets. I know you better than you know yourself."

4. "I feel like you're punishing me by being so sweet all the time, just stop. I don't deserve you."

5. "Just please, don't leave me."

6. "How do you expect me to focus, when you're walking around wearing that?"

7. "I know they don't want us to be together and I can't change that, but I will never stop loving you."

8. "I'd rather fight with you, than be with anyone else."

9. "You were the one that got away. I just wish I'd have told you back then, maybe things would be different."

10. "It's just temporary, but I need to know...will you wait for me?"

11. "It's not what it looks like, I swear to you."

12. "I can't believe I'm going to ask you of all people but I'm desperate. I need your help."

13. "Do you know what hoops I had to jump through to find you? Could you please just give me five minutes?"

14. "The way you taste, the feeling of your lips, you're like a drug to me."

15. "A kiss is never just a kiss, no matter what anyone says."

[the-selfish-goddess]

╭──────────.★..─╮ 𝕎𝕙𝕒𝕥 ℍ𝕒𝕡𝕡𝕖𝕟𝕤 𝕚𝕟 𝔹𝕦𝕕𝕒𝕡𝕖𝕤𝕥 ╰─..★.──────────

A/N: I was in a bad place mentally and had to prove to myself that I could follow through and finish SOMETHING. So I'm shamelessly posting Lovesick Agent Yoongi with just a smidge of GOT7 thnx. (Agent! Yoongi x Reader) (Ft. Agent! BamBam for a split second)

Summary: (Angst and Slight Fluff) Yoongi is given a new job, as an expert in stealth and assassination, he has seen and done many things in the field. Although, he knows every dog has its days. It seems he's met his match in more ways than one.

(TW: Mentions of Drugs, Mentions of weapons, Mentions of Death, Mentions of killing and Assassination, Graphic descriptions of death.)

Drabble 1:

He was simple, he always was.

Like clockwork: 

“Tick Tock” 

He moved his fingers over the pistol, gliding them over the knicks and scrapes in the metal. He thumbed the edge of the holster it was snuggled into, thinking of how many skirmishes he has been in with his trusty, MK23.

He noted how rare it was for him to just sit and reflect like this; it was a strange, yet, welcome feeling. His instincts told him that there wouldn’t be too many more days spent with it in his hands, he just had a feeling about it. 

“Tick Tock” 

He breathed in deeply, inhaling the smell of the earth around his body. As he had always done, he removed the last of the dirt from the deep pit he had dug. Carefully making sure to dig vertically so as to not draw attention to the plot of earth he had just upturned. 

“Tick Tock” 

He looked up above him, wiping the beads of sweat from above his eyebrows as he did so. The circle of trees around him rustled in the wind, the sound of the leaves scraping across the forest floor comforted him in a way he couldn’t quite describe. He watched on, the stars shining above him unbothered by useless mortal affairs, twinkling in unison.  

Somehow, they reminded him of the fairy lights you had hung up on his patio a few weeks ago. He remembers pitching a fit about them, grumbling about them being a waste of electricity.  Though, secretly, he enjoyed the personal touches you added to his space, it made him feel alive.

 You, made him feel alive.

“Tick Tock” 

He pulled the letter from his jacket pocket, the one that had been dropped in the mail for him a few weeks ago by his agency. It was crumpled and worn; A small wallet-sized picture of a woman was paper clipped onto the outside of it. Its condition was pristine in comparison to the paper.

He still remembered opening it for the first time.

He had just woken up to the sound of his text messages going off, a lone number ‘7’ in the message bubble let him know that his next assignment had been delivered to him. He pulled himself from his sleep-filled stupor, his body aching from his previous assignment.

“Tick Tock” 

He pulled himself back to reality and unraveled the paper. Trying his best to stay focused on the task at hand, your photo had fallen into the soft earth beneath his feet. He did not move to pick it up, instead, he stared at the words on the paper. Despite his best efforts, the contents took him back to that first day. 

He had placed his long, black hair into a messy bun atop his head that morning, thinking nothing of it as he put his mug into the coffee dispenser. Ripping open the package he had retrieved from his mailbox, he was greeted with a cover letter of sorts it read: 

Good Morning AGENT 7, HYBE HQ has asked for your full cooperation on a new project. 

YOU HAVE BEEN ASSIGNED A NEW TASK, IF YOU ACCEPT YOU ARE REQUIRED TO COMPLETE THIS TASK IN 1 MONTH’S TIME, FAILURE TO DO SO WILL RESULT IN A BURN NOTICE.

By opening this seal and reading beyond this point, HYBE HQ will take it as your acceptance of this operation, and MIN YOONGI A.K.A “AGENT 7” will be placed under constant surveillance for the next month, and must report back to HQ weekly. 

FAILURE TO REPORT BACK TO HQ WEEKLY WILL FOREFIT YOUR AGREEMENT AND CONSTITUTE A ROGUE STATUS, THIS WILL RESULT IN AN IMMEDIATE BURN NOTICE

Yoongi sighed, “Enough with the fucking dramatics.” He groaned in annoyance. 

Breaking open the seal of the black manila envelope, he pulled a stack of papers free. His groggy form took in the envelope's contents; His eyes clocked the small, wallet-sized, photo paper clipped to the front of it. His interest was immediately peaked, you were breathtakingly beautiful. In his hands was page after page filled to the brim with crucial life details, he held your death warrant.

 TARGET: Y/N, Y/L/N  KNOWN ALIAS(ES): MIDNIGHT OR BLUE THIS TARGET IS CONSIDERED EXTREMELY DANGEROUS THREAT LEVEL : 0 (LOW NUMBERS INDICATE INCREASED DIFFICULTY TO AGENTS WHEN RANKED ON A 1-10 SCALE) PLEASE EXHIBIT EXTREME CAUTION WHEN IN CLOSE PROXIMITY.  SKILL SET: A comprehensive list of known skills is included below. However, It is important to note that: HYBE does not possess full knowledge of MIDNIGHT's capabilities. MIDNIGHT is known to fight with an unregistered form of combat. Y/N is speculated to have created a martial arts technique unique to their fighting style. Through careful analysis, HYBE experts have concluded that it contains mixed forms of martial arts that MIDNIGHT is speculated to have mastered. MIDNIGHT IS LETHAL IN HAND-TO-HAND COMBAT MIDNIGHT is said to have ample knowledge of poisons and medicinal remedies. MIDNIGHT often uses this knowledge in close combat against enemies; They have been known to create lethal combinations of incurable and fast-acting poisons to dip their bullets and knives into.  MIDNIGHT has extensive knowledge of various weapons and their uses. They possess the ability to dismantle and use their opponent's weapons against them mid-combat. TARGET HAS BEEN KNOWN TO ATTACK WITH A PERSONALIZED MK23 PISTOL DECORATED WITH A DARK BLUE COLOR AND HAND-PAINTED STARS.  Avoid direct contact with the Target when possible, Stealth is essential. ABOVE ALL ELSE Agent MIDNIGHT is a threat that MUST BE ELIMINATED.

“I love the kind of woman that will actually just kill me.” He mumbled softly, into his favorite mug. A small smirk spread over his face as he took a sip of the black coffee.

 “A burn notice, huh?” He thought to himself, he wondered just how detrimental your death was to his agency for them to assign him to you.

 They had not only called one of the top seven agents, but they had also risked threatening his life with a Burn Notice. Something they rarely resorted to unless an agent had gone rogue or broken code. He wondered if they had the other top six agents on standby just in case he failed. He wondered if they would be the ones to carry out the hit on him, he had hoped so.  This assignment was turning into an interesting one rather quickly. 

“Tick Tock” 

He watched you for days, waiting for the most organic moment to approach. It just so happened, you had given him an opening at a concert. He was dressed casually, an oversized black shirt and ripped blue jeans adorned his slender body.

 He had paired his attire with his favorite pair of black Converse and silver jewelry. A small silver chain hung around his neck, with silver rings adorning each hand. He made sure to have his tattoo sleeves on full display, intricate artwork trailed up his arms, hiding the harsh secrets of his trade beneath them.

Your file described men with an “Alternative”  style as your type and he wanted to stand out in all the ways that would have mattered to you; He still remembers the moment you locked eyes from across the dingy little dive bar.

 He’d be lying if he said his heart hadn't skipped a few beats. 

There you stood beneath the shitty lighting, a drink in one hand and your middle finger sticking out at the man in front of you. You stuck out your tongue at him, the sliver piercing on it glinting in the light. He was more than interested, the dude in front of you stomped away in anger. He knew his chance was now or never. 

He wished that he had told himself to stop before you had gotten a chance to disrupt his life. 

“Tick Tock” 

 You came into his life like a whirlwind, at first it was strictly business. He sweet-talked you, making you listen to sweet nothings as he spoke about fake adventures and very real feelings.

You spoke to him of your “Adventures” as well. When he would ask questions to deepen his understanding of your psyche, you would grow tense. Over and over again, he received the same responses that were delivered with a practiced ease.

You'd tell him that you had lived a million different lives, but you were sure this one had brought you to him for a reason. Each time you said that, you’d offer him a stunning smile that never quite reached your eyes. If he had been a “normal man”, he wasn't sure if he would have caught it. 

Still, he thinks of the night it all changed for him. 

You had just gotten home from another rave, one that you had forced him to accompany you to. He had been annoyed at first but figured that it would help give him an opening to kill you without having to fight you. He had gone with a hopeful mind, his knives concealed in a holster strapped around his ankle. He barely remembers the night, a drug-fueled haze clouds his vision when he tries.

You had just taken something, and he watched as you placed another small pill on your tongue. Pulling it back into your mouth and you smiled, your face filled with mirth…and something else he couldn’t quite place his finger on. It was a split second of vulnerability, then your carefully crafted mask was back up.

You reached out and pulled him in by the lapels of his leather jacket. He stumbled forward, his chest meeting yours halfway, and before he could protest, you had locked your lips with his. Your tongues clashed as the beat of the music pulsed in the background, the cold metal of your piercing against his tongue made him shiver.

You made sure to make him swallow whatever you had taken, and when you pulled away, your faces were flushed. You were both out of breath, and the tension was thick between you. There were hundreds of people around you, though, it felt as if you were the only two there.

He felt you shift under his intense gaze. In a brief moment of clarity, it dawned on him...you had planned this from the start.

You had picked the perfect place to test your theory, there was no way for him to throw up the unknown drug. The Rave was held in an abandoned warehouse with hundreds of other people, and he couldn’t risk leaving your side and losing the opportunity to strike. He also couldn't risk proving your suspicions of him correct.

The way you effortlessly played mind games served as a reminder of how dangerous you were. He couldn't afford to be inebriated around you.

The effect was almost immediate, things were amplified on this particular drug. He could feel the beat pulsing through his body. He watched the people around him become blurred, sweaty bodies danced against each other, and he could feel the sweat against his skin.

It was too much, too overwhelming. 

He reached his hand out for yours, searching for some kind of familiarity, in hopes that it would ground him. The feeling of vulnerability made his heart race and processing this emotion was far beyond his capabilities. He was fighting to stay sane among the sea of people. 

He felt weightless as he moved towards you. Somehow amid the drug taking effect and his subsequent disorientation, You had maneuvered your way to another part of the building. He stumbled towards your body, reaching for your hand and missing you by mere seconds.

He blinked and you slipped away from him in the crowd.

He tried to remain calm, but he couldn’t seem to get ahold of himself. Time seemed to stall, there he stood in the middle of hundreds of strangers. His body was trembling against his better judgment.

 He had to find you and get out, quickly, but you were gone. He had failed his mission and The Burn notice would be issued for him after he told the director of his Failure to execute MIDNIGHT. If the Top Six didn’t kill him first, he was sure that he was going to die of a panic attack right there. 

It was at that moment that he felt the gentle touch of a warm palm on his shoulder. He flipped around quickly, grabbing the hand that landed on him with an iron grip. He pulled the owner of the palm in close and there you stood, a look of confusion on your face. 

“Are you okay?” You asked, a look of mild concern lacing your delicate features. 

“No, please don’t do that. Don’t give me that look.” He begged internally. He doesn’t remember how long he stood there with your wrist in his hand, taking in each detail of your face. He only remembers pulling you, his savior, into a tight embrace. His racing heart slowly calmed itself, and he felt his shoulders sag in relief.

“You came back.” He whispered. 

“Of course I did, I never left.” You mumbled back. 

He doesn't remember much from that night, like where his Knives had gone or who bought whom tacos later that night, but he remembers the passionate love affair that followed. 

 He thought of those long nights and early mornings with you. 

The lovemaking and the long-winded, 3 am talks, with no real point other than to hear each other speak. Those moments had made him giddy, butterflies would rise in his stomach at the thought of you. Something he had never had happen before. He was learning a lot about you, things that had not been mentioned in the papers he was given. 

You told him personal things, knowledge that seemed detrimental to who you were as a person. You told him about how your favorite pass time was to chart the stars and map constellations. How, when you were a kid, the only way to find your father’s secluded home was by using the Andromeda Constellation, which was only visible an hour before dawn.

How you only felt comfortable moving and living by the moonlight, because in your words, “the stars raised you.”  He even loved hearing useless facts, like how your favorite shirt was a thrift find that read “BUSH DID 9/11.” In bold black lettering.

 He remembers you caressing his tattoos, touching the raised skin with a tenderness he had long forgotten. He had gotten them years ago to cover the countless visible scars he had gotten from his extreme training and harsh missions. It was easier to try and forget them when there was nice art on his body, he could pretend to be somewhat normal.

You kissed each scar littering his arms, complimenting them with a fervor he wasn’t sure he deserved. Your delicate touch and sweet words made him feel like a person again. A talent he was sure only you possessed and like the simple man he was, he had fallen deeply in love. 

It was almost as if you had seen right through his shitty little charade all along. He wasn’t “Agent 7” around you; He was, and always had been, Min Yoongi. 

You had brought color into his dull and monotonous routine. A routine he hadn't even realized he was trapped in until you had come rushing in. It was as if he blinked and suddenly, weeks had gone by.  The Month was drawing to a close, like a moth to a flame,  he hadn't even realized when he had started to seek out your warm presence. 

It wasn’t until his assignment director slapped him with a dose of reality. 

“Contact with the Target, codename  MIDNIGHT has been established. How will you proceed Agent 7?” The cold monotone voice had droned on. He had heard that voice many a time, though, something about it unsettled him this time. 

Yoongi stared at the screen listlessly, the silence deafening as the harrowing realization dawned on him. He had forgotten his mission, he had forgotten that you were the enemy. How could a fool like him allow that to happen? 

“Agent 7, How will you proceed moving forward?” The director asked again, her flat tone slightly aggravated and impatient this time. 

Yoongi snapped his head up, making eye contact with the director. “Accordingly.” He grumbled before abruptly ending the video call.  

“Tick Tock” 

You were incapable of love, he could see how detached you were from him, from your reality. Though, he had hoped the 4 short weeks had spent with you was enough to change your mind. He couldn't bring himself to harm the only woman he would ever love.

 He laughed to himself, he liked to think that you had left him hints about how you truly felt. He’d like to believe that some part of you had tried to leave him room to judge who you were. He still feels as though he had become a fool. A simple little fool blinded by his love for you, that much was clear from the way he allowed you to slip past his defenses so easily…so quickly. 

He loved You; He needed You…Not the other way around.

Silently, he hoped that what little courage he had to say it to you would manifest itself tonight. 

“Tick Tock” 

He shook his head, removing those thoughts from his brain. Pulling his phone out of his back pocket, he checked the time. 

“11:55 p.m., July 31st.” He mumbled. Though there was no real sense of urgency in his voice, death loomed over him, like a mother watching her baby in its cradle. He had known it was time, he and death were old friends at this point.

 “They’ll be coming for me soon.” He thought to himself. Digging his hands into the soft earth around him, he gathered his strength to hoist himself up onto the surface. Right before he launched himself up, he saw a hand reach itself into the deep pit, the mysterious hand was outstretched towards him. 

He jumped back, no one should have known where he was, it was a secluded forest area owned by HYBE, and no one could know…unless..they were a field Agent. 

He had braced himself for impact, “A burn notice this early?” He thought to himself, he was confused since they usually went into effect 30 minutes after being issued. He quickly fumbled for his gun. He wasn’t going to go down without a fight, not yet. He prepared for the worst until he heard your soft timbre. The sound of your voice graced his ears and a flood of goosebumps erupted over his entire body. 

“Y/n.” He said softly, his shoulders sagging in relief, though the alarm bells that had set in still lingered.  

“Yoongi, pass me the shovel, it’ll be easier to climb out if you grab onto it and I pull you up.” You whispered. Wriggling your fingers at him, your face peeked over the edge of the hole. 

He wanted to ask you a million questions, but he couldn’t seem to find the words when he needed them. He knew it was an awful idea to pass you the shovel. Every part of his instincts shouted at him to listen, but he obliges anyway, unable to express his reservations about your plan. He launched it up, your hand gripping onto it and pulling it over the ledge. 

You backed away from the ledge and he feels a familiar shift in the air. He swallowed the lump in the back of his throat, tamping down the unpleasant feelings beginning to surface. He knew what came next, though he had vehemently hoped that it wasn’t the case. 

You were the one he wanted to love, he hoped you would give him the chance to say that, but,  from the looks of it, he didn’t believe that lady luck was on his side today.

“Tick Tock” 

The sound of a gun clicking filled the air. 

His vision of the moon and stars was obscured by the barrel of a suppressor. The dark blue gun attached to it stood out even in the darkness and the hand-painted stars glinted in the moonlight. He sighed, making eye contact with you. There was no hesitation, no fear in his eyes as he watched your movements. 

“You’re so smart Min, and it makes me fucking sick.” You said, your voice cold and calculated. “You knew this whole time, didn’t you?-” you whispered. Yoongi registered the slight tremble in your hand, “Who I was and what I was after…” 

He smiled one of those bright, gummy, smiles that made your heart skip a beat every time. You swallowed hard. “Agent Midnight, let's not play stupid.” He said, his deep timbre ringing out into the night air.

 Goosebumps erupted all over your body. His face showed no signs of distress, just a tinge of sadness and something akin to disappointment. The knowledge that you put that emotion on his face was causing a reaction of sorts in your mind.

It pissed you off to no end that he was the sole cause of your wavering emotions. There wasn’t a moment you could remember feeling like this. You don't remember feeling at all really; You hadn’t been given the chance to understand what love was…You weren’t capable of it, that's what made you such a wonderful field agent. 

“Agent 7, it's wonderful to finally meet you. I’m Agent 0.” You said, voice slightly trembling as you revealed your true identity.

Yoongi's mask of indifference broke as the realization that his mission was doomed from the start dawned on him. 

“The ever-elusive rogue, Agent 0, huh?”  He chuckled. “Humbled, truly.” He said, his tone devoid of all emotion as he realized just how powerful of an enemy you were. 

You were a legend of sorts at HYBE HQ. When “the numbers” were initially recruited, There were 10 total. They were all ranging from 0-10 based on their skill set. The lower the number, the higher the rank in the agency. He knows this because he had been recruited as one. Numbers rarely met each other in the field unless it was needed.

Of course, you had been seen as an all-star of sorts. Your knowledge was endless; Rumors of you being the "Angel of Death" had circulated during your stay at HYBE. No one knew what you looked like, only that you worked the most dangerous missions, and if you were assigned to a group mission, success rates skyrocketed.  

You were an important and valuable asset…a dangerous and volatile one to possess for any agency.

 It's said that after one particularly harsh mission, your psyche broke. After your stint in Budapest on a solo mission, you had come back changed. During your few weeks there, they lost contact with you, and with no way of finding out what happened to you, they had branded your mission compromised, and you were given the title MIA. 

They sent search parties in an attempt to recover your remains. However, every party they sent returned gravely injured, If they returned at all.

HYBE was at a loss. During this time, they had done their best to cover up the largest fuck-up they had ever had. Any records of your existence were wiped from their systems. The few who remembered you were forced to sign NDAs and anyone who did not cooperate with HYBE was branded a rogue and executed on sight. 

Eventually, they stopped sending search parties and assigned the other “numbers” to the mission instead. These were people you had trained with at some point or another, and they had the futile hope that maybe you would be receptive to their mind games. They started with 10, the least valuable asset HYBE had in their top agents, still deadly and capable.

 His body was recovered only hours after entering Budapest, he was beheaded and burned to a crisp, and nothing but his charred remains were found. The only thing left to identify him was a single tooth lodged into the back of his throat from blunt force trauma.

His skull was fractured from what they were certain was a kick to the face, and the tooth was left on purpose; It was a warning. Despite this, they sent 2 more agents. 9 stood no chance, his remains were never recovered, and it's still unknown what happened to him.  8… well, you eventually did come back with her. 

You had crashed into the front of the agency with your Black 1974 Chevelle SS, it's also said that the car was your one and only prized possession. You had mowed down almost everyone in your path, leaving a wake of blood and destruction from driving it through the front gates. 

Everyone who lived to see it said you walked out of the wreckage gracefully; your body unscathed. In tow, you had the newly deceased Agent 8, her body was almost unrecognizable.

You had dragged her twisted and mangled frame through the halls of HYBE. Her body flailing about behind you like a child holding her ragdoll. You paraded her around like a grotesque trophy, to serve as a grim reminder of who you were and what you were capable of.  Those who didn’t know of you or your infamy were running around to find weapons to retaliate. Those who knew better were hiding, praying for a swift death.

 It's said that you dragged her all the way up to the Head Office and kicked open the door. You launched her body in, throwing it onto the desk of HYBE’s CEO before slamming what remained of the door shut.

It's still unknown what happened behind that door to this day, but minutes later you came barreling out, exchanging gunshots with the best of the best throughout the corridors of HQ. 

Everyone in that room was maimed, everyone except for you. Those who had worked closely with you since your initial recruitment said that you were different... almost deranged. Any traces of humanity left were gone and your once aloof and easygoing demeanor had simply, vanished. No one in that room knew where you had been, what you had seen, or endured.

As quickly as the assault on HQ had begun, it ended, and You had disappeared once more without a trace. Yoongi had been next to go up against you, though he had never actually met you in person. The day he was to be briefed about his mission, you had attacked. 7 Agents remained, and HYBE refused to take any more casualties. 

“Tick Tock” 

“Y/N, you’re the one killing agents right?” You were quiet, your eyes zeroed in on his. He then heard another rustle in the distance. “You’re being watched, aren’t you?” He mouthed. Your eyes shifted in response. You stood there, the silence tense and filled with unsaid words, you were waiting for midnight, you were mere seconds away from finishing your mission. 

“Midnight, finish the job so I can report back to HQ.” A man's voice sounded from the trees. 

“It’s 11:59, hold your fucking horses BamBam, I have a reputation to uphold.” You snap back, your voice was even and calm. 

“Right, right, you only kill at midnight." He said, nodding his head. "Well, IT'S FUCKING MIDNIGHT, MIDNIGHT.” He whisper shouted. "And I don't feel like being caught in enemy territory over your reputation."  You flicked him off, never turning around to gauge his reaction.

“Tick Tock” 

You looked away from where yoongi stood, his pleading gaze was hurting your heart. Without any more hesitation, you pulled the trigger. A small “fwip” noise filled the air as you did so.

A burning pain shot through Yoongi’s body, it was unlike anything he had ever felt before, it was excruciating. It was then, that he remembered the papers he was given. You dipped all your bullets in poison, his death would be quick but agonizing. He bit his tongue, not wanting to show weakness in his last moments. He never moved to reach for his gun, he would allow you to hurt him, but he couldn’t bring himself to hurt you. 

He slumped down in the hole, his vision was going blurry, and he could feel his heart rate slowing. His gaze never wavered, making sure to keep you in his sight. He watched as your figure doubled and he mouthed out three of the last words he would ever say before he allowed death’s embrace to swallow him whole.

“I love you.” He choked out. 

He watched your blurry visage mouth out five distinct words. “I love you too, yoongi.”  and just like that his world faded to black, with a sad smile spread across his face. 

“It's done.” You grumbled, looking away from the hole.

It made you visibly ill to watch him writhe in agony, something that was never an issue before; You would have nightmares about this for sure. You pulled a small barely visible paper from your pocket and tossed it into the hole, and it landed with a small thud on his chest. 

“Good Job Midnight lets's report back to HQ and get you that promotion.” with that, you left the only man you would ever love behind, his body cramped into a grave he had dug himself. 

 “Tick Tock” 

Shortly after, a group of men found his body. Shaking their heads at their fallen comrade. 

“Midnight took another one,” Agent 1 mumbled, he was used to cleaning up after Agent 0 by now, he just didn’t expect Agent 7 to fall so easily. After checking the body for a pulse he confirmed Agent 7’s death. He let out a ‘tsk’ noise, the frustration setting in since he had kind of looked forward to the thrill of hunting Agent 7.  “Come on, let's report to HQ about his failure and collect the Burn Notice reward.” They all moved quickly, racing to get back to HYBE to collect the reward. 

 “Tick Tock” 

An hour later, Yoongi’s body shifted. He woke up with a strangled gasp. Groaning as he touched his body with a panicked fervor. It felt like a massive bus had landed on top of him, and his chest was burning from how quickly his heart was pumping. The paper on his chest was the first thing he grasped as his confusion set in, he should be dead. He felt you kill him, he. should. be. dead. 

He fumbled with the small folded note, yanking it open in hopes it would have answers. Your distinct handwriting was on it, it read as follows:

“I hope you can forgive me for hurting you. I shot you at a non-vital point with a bullet coated in a poison I designed myself, I named it “Lover’s Paradise.” It's meant to paralyze you for several hours and place you in a sleep so deep that your heart rate is essentially undetectable. Anyone who sees you would classify your body as deceased. 

Min yoongi, you’ve been dramatic since I met you. I have tried countless times to kill you since we met. I knew who had sent you and why. I knew who you were from the moment we met at the Dive bar. Still, I couldn't bring myself to hurt you. (despite my best efforts) Instead, I tried to make myself hard to love, I tried to keep you at arm's length. Though, somehow, you broke through my defenses. Your effortless way of loving me despite my flaws is what made me love you. I never lied to you, I showed you parts of me I thought had been killed and buried long ago. So, If you know what’s good for you, you won’t accept my invitation. 

You make me believe in love Min Yoongi, I'd like to explore that part of myself with you, in hopes that it won't backfire. I’ll wait for you in Budapest, I’m leaving a nondescript code I hope you’ll be smart enough to decipher on your own. I’ll wait as long as it takes, If you decline,  hope you’ll allow me to love you freely in our next life together. 

Yours and yours only, Y/N Y/L/N

[chaestats]

BG MASTERLIST

BTS

Namjoon

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Seokjin

-

Suga

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Hoseok

-

Jimin

-

Taehyung

-

Jungkook

-

OT7

-

NCT

Taeyong

-

Yuta

-

Mark

-

Kun

-

Johnny

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Jeno

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Jisung

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Haechan

-

Doyoung

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Ten

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Xiaojun

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Yangyang

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Jungwoo

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Jaemin

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Winwin

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Renjun

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Chenle

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Jaehyun

-

Taeil

-

Hendery

-

OT20

TXT

Yeonjun

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Soobin

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Beomgyu

-

Taehyun

-

Hyuka

-

OT5

Mtl with their fav cum spots

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STRAY KIDS

Chan

-

Minho

-

Changbin

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Hyunjin

Insecurity drabble gn!reader is struggling with ed

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Han

-

Felix

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Seungmin

Drabble where gn!reader loses a family member

-

Jeongin

Insecurity drabble fem!reader is chubby

OT8

Mtl to be down for a threesome & who would it be with

Mtl from the biggest to the smallest

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MONSTA X

Shownu

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Jooheon

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Hyungwon

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Minhyuk

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Changkyun

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Kihyun

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+ Wonho (my bb)

-

OT7

-

ATEEZ

Hongjoong

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Mingi

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Seonghwa

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Yunho

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San

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Wooyoung

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Jongho

-

Yeosang

-

OT8

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ENHYPEN

Heeseung

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Jay

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Jake

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Sunghoon

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Jungwon

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Sunoo

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Niki (No nsfw!)

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OT7

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GOT7

Jaebum

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Yugyeom

-

Jackson

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Bambam

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Youngjae

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Jinyoung

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Mark

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OT7

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[koishiro]

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ꒰͡⠀ . ℎ𝑜𝑤 𝑡𝑜 𝑟𝑒𝑞𝑢𝑒𝑠𝑡ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ミ★ ☽ ͡꒱

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𝐑𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐬: ᴏᴘᴇɴ .ᐟ‪‪‬

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𝑾𝑨𝑵𝑻 𝑴𝑶𝑹𝑬?

[request rules]

Join Koi’s taglist to be alerted for upcoming works!

Request to join taglist by commenting under this post with your username and character works you would be interested in! (E.g): koishiro, gojo/geto hcs

𝑯𝑨𝑽𝑬 𝑺𝑶𝑴𝑬𝑻𝑯𝑰𝑵𝑮 𝑰𝑵 𝑴𝑰𝑵𝑫?

Requests will be done on a first-come first-serve basis. Naturally, in order to submit a request, you will require some basic information of the work intended such as au’s, character, prompt, reaction, etc. Being more specific about the work you’re requesting will allow me to write a more cohesive piece in response to said request!

(E.g): I’d like to request Gojo reacting to [prompt]

Naturally, requests will only be done when the request status is OPEN. If you choose to send a request when the status is CLOSED, it will be ignored until requests are re-opened (and then naturally, I’ll get to you soon!) requests are completed in about 1-2 weeks notice depending on how busy I am.

USE ASK BOX TO SEND REQUESTS

𝑾𝑹𝑰𝑻𝑰𝑵𝑮 𝑫𝑶’𝑺 𝑨𝑵𝑫 𝑫𝑶𝑵𝑻’𝑺

YES!

jjk men (gojo, geto, nanami, toji, yuuta, inumaki, itadori, megumi)

jjk women (nobara, maki, miwa, utahime, mai, shoko)

bllk boys (isagi, rin, nagi, sei, reo, chigiri, niko, bachira)

csm men (aki, yoshida, denji, kishibe, angel devil)

csm women (makima, himeno, power)

fruits basket (kyo, hatori, shigure, yuki, hatsuharu, ayame)

tokyo ghoul men (kaneki, hideyoshi, kishou, nishiki, sasaki, yomo)

tokyo ghoul women (touka kirishima)

haikyuu!! (osamu, astumu, hinata)

bnha (bakugo, tamaki, kirishima, todoroki, midoriya, dabi, shigaraki, aizawa)

genshin (diluc, kaeya, alhaitham, itto, kaveh, childe, zhongli, kazuha, thoma, dainsleif)

ateez (san, mingi, yeosang, wooyoung, hongjoong, yunho, jongho, seonghwa)

bts (jungkook, yoongi, jimin, taehyung, namjoon, jin, hoseok)

got7 (jackson wang, jay b, bambam, mark, yugyeom, jinyoung, young-jae)

monsta x (wonho, shownu, I.M, kihyun, hyungwon, minhyuk, joohoney)

fluff, comfort, au’s, prompts, etc. (I don’t write angst)

drabbles, hcs, oneshots, smut

share your thoughts in the ask box! I’m happy to elaborate on them even if not in formatted writing!

I really like learning new things so if I’m not familiar with the anime / game / kpop band, I will research into it but keep in mind it may take more time.

I do try and be as vast as I can with my posts ranging from anime to video games to kpop so I will accept any fandom requests as long as it keeps to my [rules].

I write for any gender and any pronouns! If you want a certain gender or pronoun please add that into your request otherwise I’ll keep to fem readers.

WARNING: my works do and/or will consist of some alcohol consumption, implied sex, detailed smut, substance usage, arguing, aggressive behaviour, suggestive content, making out, etc. my account is 18+, please be aware of this when reading! Works that do include any of the above will have warnings beforehand!

DONT’S!

no descriptive nsfw or anything suggestive for characters that are underaged (e.g: yuuta, nobara, inumaki, maki, itadori, miwa, megumi, mai) I will age these characters up if so

heavy topics like eds, depression, suicide, death, etc.

no oc/name inserts, works are entirely reader inserts.

no major injury, incest (just don’t be weird pls or I will ignore you)

NOTE: I have every right to decline a request if I believe I am not comfortable writing/delivering/posting said content!

[daemour]

You bring a glass of wine to your lips, letting the tangy bitterness envelop your taste buds. A smirk pulls at your lips.

This is my sub-masterlist for tipsy drabbles---the masterlist can support only so many links after all ;) Please enjoy the following content! The main masterlist can be found here

(All fics marked with a ♥ are smut/implied smut. Minors do not interact)

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ATEEZ

A Rose is a Rose - mafia! Seongjoong x f! Reader ♥

After leaving the mafia scene for five years, you’ve had to go back and beg for help from the boss of your former family…and your ex.

Manhattan - photographer! Hongjoong x gn! Reader

A late night photo inspiration leads to something more.

Brooklyn - photographer! Hongjoong x gn! Reader

Hongjoong invites you to his studio, but some complications occur [sequel to Manhattan]

GOT7

Bear like Marmalade - hybrid! BamBam x gn! Reader

You just want to enjoy a (pretty sad) dinner after moving. But your simple meal consisting of toast and marmalade is interrupted by your neighbour. Who really, really likes your food apparently.

Mini-Series

Red Lotus, Red Herring - assassin! BamBam x assassin! Reader (platonic) | An assassin should always be on their toes, a lesson you think you have down.

Between the Sheets - police! Yugyeom x gn! Reader ♥ | Yugyeom didn’t expect this.

Death in the Afternoon - husband! Youngjae x f! Reader | Youngjae’s late, and you’re worried.

Adios, Motherfucker - no pairing, Mark centered | All occording to plan. Remember Murphy’s Law, Mark.

Painkiller - yandere! Jackson x f! Reader | Jackson’s addicted to you.

Blow My Skull Off - implied police! Jinyoung x assassin! BamBam | A deal is struck.

Tuxedo - no pairing, Jaebeom centered | The game is almost over, but how will it turn up?

Last Word - light husband! Youngjae x f! Reader | Youngjae wakes up and can’t quite remember what happened.

MISCELLANEOUS

Planter's Punch - ex! Yoongi x Reader

Yoongi finds you drinking your break-up away in a bar. He wants to get you to stop drinking….but he is the cause of your break up.

French 75 - heiress! Joohyun x gn! Reader ♥

When faced with a marriage she doesn't want, Joohyun decides to take matters into her own hands

[sadienita]

Extras Masterlist

I no longer write for or take requests for these groups.

One Shots

2k Song Blurb Masterlist

BTS Married Life Drabbles Day to day life married to BTS

House Hunters (Seokjin) Sunny Side Up (Yoongi) Have You Met My Wife? (Hoseok) Babysitting Duty (Namjoon) A Dog Is A Practice Baby (Jimin) DIY (Taehyung) Grocery Day (Jeongguk)

Song Drabbles BTS Fluff

Stay Stay Stay (Seokjin) You Got Me (Yoongi) If I Could Fly (Hoseok) Moonlight in Atlanta (Namjoon) Animal (Jimin) Absolutely Smitten (Taehyung) YOUTH (Jeongguk)

The Four Seasons Season themed drabbles

Winter  

Let It Snow (Namjoon)

Deck the Halls (Hoseok)

Sleigh Ride (Yoongi)

Spring

April Showers (Jimin)

Summer

To Market, To Market (Seokjin)

How To Beat The Heat (Jeongguk)

Autumn

Apple Crumble (Taehyung)

Miscellaneous One Shots Should Have Deleted That (Hoseok)

Bulletpoints

BTS Babies Seokjin / Yoongi / Hoseok / Namjoon / Jimin / Taehyung / Jeongguk

Boyfriend BTS Seokjin / Yoongi / Hoseok / Namjoon / Jimin / Taehyung / Jeongguk

BTS Cuddles Seokjin / Yoongi / Hoseok / Namjoon / Jimin / Taehyung / Jeongguk

GOT7 Cuddles Mark / Jaebum / Jackson / Jinyoung / Youngjae / Bambam / Yugyeom

Mamamoo Cuddles Yongsun / Byulyi / Wheein / Hyejin

Pentagon Cuddles Jinho / Hoetaek / Hongseok / Shinwon / Changgu / Yanan / Yuto / Hyunggu / Wooseok

Twice Cuddles Nayeon / Jeongyeon / Momo / Sana / Jihyo / Mina / Dahyun / Chaeyoung / Tzuyu

Reactions

BTS on a Road Trip

Non-Kpop

My Friends as an Idol Group

[reithecat]

Recs

Stray Kids

★  Hyunjin

come here  ⋆

city stars  ⋆ ⋆ ⋆

drive 

two princes 

the duke and i

worn out jackets 

drabble: when hyunjin forgets your birthday... but so do you

don’t let me love you

fairy lights

your not so friendly neighbourhood superhero  ⋆ ⋆ ⋆ ⋆ 

texts w/ spiderman hyunjin

idiot

battle of wills 

switch it up

mean it  ⋆ 

TXT

★  Beomgyu

for worse and for better  ⋆

illicit  ⋆

i love you more

run

needed silence

02:36

21:30pm

hickeys 

Got7

★  Yugyeom

untouchable

racing hearts  ⋆

trash talks

got7 as a boyfriend based on their zodiac sign

relationship theory 

seoul drift

got7 network

★ Bambam

if you’re handsome

[spacequokka]

BB.two

Prompt: “I’ll get you back for that.”

If there was anyone you didn’t want to start a prank war with, it was BamBam. Sure, Yugyeom was a menace, but he knew when to stop. BamBam had no such weaknesses. He believed in conquering and winning battles.

Hence, the reason you were holed up in a broom closet, waiting for him to walk by. You’d gotten a bucket of slime and were determined to make him regret putting bugs in your desk. You’d taken on the desk job as a favor to Jaebeom but had no intention of letting BamBam get away with his prank.

You held your breath as you heard his voice. With one hand on the doorknob and the other on your mop bucket filled with hot pink ooze, you waited. Just when you saw a flash of his platinum blonde hair, you burst out the door. BamBam was on his phone and didn’t notice the door open behind him.

His screech as the cold, sticky slime doused him echoed throughout the building.

“_____! What the hell?!” He looked at the neon puddle around his feet, shoes no doubt ruined. “I just bought these!”

“You didn’t give a shit when you poured a bucket of spiders in my desk drawer!” You counted throwing the bucket down with a loud clack. “I told you on day one, don’t start shit you can’t finish. When you laughed your ass off while I tried to empty my desk, I told you I’ll get you back for that.”

His jaw snapped shut. Though rage burned in his eyes, he didn’t speak. Instead, he nodded with a strained smile and replied through tight lips, “You’re right.”

[yakuly]

🪐 Ateez 🪐BTS 🪐 EXO 🪐 GOT7

🪐 Monsta X 🪐 NCT

🪐SEVENTEEN 🪐STRAY KIDS

🪐G idle

🪐 Projeto Bookverse

🪐 Reactions

Primeiro beijo com Ateez | First Kiss with Ateez

Monsta X indo para o exército | Monsta X going to the Army

Monsta X e a namorada vegetariana

WayV como candidatos da seleção | WayV as selection candidates

Stray Kids when you go to a university abroad

🪐 Drabbles

"Amor da minha vida" | "Love of my Life" | N. Yuta - NCT 127

"Jeon Wonwoo" | J. Wonwoo - Seventeen

[Português] ▪︎ [English]

🪐Timestamps

16:38 p.m — Z.Chenle - NCT Dream

[Português] ▪︎ [ English]

🪐 Headcanons

Ateez como deu namorado | Ateez as your boyfriend

Stray Kids como seu namorado | Stray Kids as your boyfriend

Nct Yuta Guitarrista

🪐 One shots

¤"Lego Love" | C. San - Ateez

[Português] ▪︎ [English]

Especial de aniversário Min Yoongi | Min Yoongi birthday special

¤ "Sunflower" | J. Hoseok - BTS

[Português] ▪︎ [English]

¤ "I Can't Stop Me" | P. Jimin - BTS

[Português] ▪︎ [English]

¤ "Oh, Loverboy!" | P. Jimin - BTS

[Português] ▪︎ [English]

¤ "Pensamentos sob o luar" | "Moonligh Thoughts" | K. Taehyung - BTS

¤ "Estrelas de reality show" | "Reality show stars" | D.O - EXO

¤ "Corset" | BamBam - GOT7

[Português] ▪︎ [English]

¤ "O escolhido" | "The choosen one" | J. Jaehyun - NCT 127

¤ "Golden Hour" | L. Mark - NCT

[Português] ▪︎ [ English]

¤ "Crush" | Y. Yang - WayV

[Português] ▪︎ [ English]

¤ "Lento..." | "So Was I..." - L. Mark - NCT

¤ "MagicHao" | X. Minghao- SEVENTEEN

[Português] ▪︎ [ English]

¤ "Love is a flight away" | Y. Jeogin - Stray Kids

[Português] ▪︎ [ English]

¤ "Namorado secreto (Idol!)" | "Secret boyfriend (Idol!)" | C. Yeonjun - TXT

¤ "Batom Vermelho" | P. Sunghoon - Enhypen

🪐 Fake socials

Ten como seu amigo/namorado (Snapchat) - WayV

[sweetestofchaos]

Yugyeom Masterlist

Story Key

Fluff 🎀 Angst 💔 Slice of Life 😊

NonHuman 🦄 Smut 🔞Dark 🚬 Hiatus 🛑

Writing ✍🏽 Complete 👍🏽 Mini Series 🤏🏽

Got7 Masterlist

Hard Hours: Different 🔞 requests

Say Yes ft. Jaebeom - While getting a late-night coffee, they find the best surprise. 😊

Kissing In the Dark: Going against his better judgement, Kim Yugyeom helps Y/N when she finds herself in a bind with the wrong kind of people 💔

Can’t look into his eyes: a drabble request 🎀

A New Lesson: Yugyeom thinks the new instructor is hot 🎀

I Won’t Let You Fall: Sleeping with the enemy🔞

Gray Sweatpants: You saw his post…hell the whole world saw this post. You. Were. Pissed. You vividly remember Yugyeom leaving the house in a pair of baggy black cargo pants…so why, why was that motherfucker dancing around in gray sweatpants? You weren’t with the shits and Yugyeom’s ass was about to find out. 😊(Suggestive)

4 Year Age Gap 🎀😊

Petty: Yugyeom ain’t shit and he knows it.💔🎀

ᴵⁿ ᴸᵒᵛᵉ & ⱽᵘˡⁿᵉʳᵃᵇˡᵉ: Home is where the heart is and your heart is with Yugyeom.🎀

Ghosted: Yugyeom is dating someone younger and Bambam is a little jealous that she has all of his time. 💔🎀

Sweet Pea 🚬💔🎀✍🏽 - coming soon

Sweetie ft. Jungkook of BTS - He wanted her for himself and he always got what he wanted. 🚬🔞👍🏽

Take Me To You: It’s your first Kpop concert and you are hype! - Meeting • Surprise • Wild Ways 🎀👍🏽

[chowyunnafat]

le grand bleu (part 4) 💙

le grand bleu (part 4) 💙

alt. title: everyday is like friday

•••

When PunPun barged into Jannine’s dorm room and threw something at her, Jannine could only look up in surprise. “What the hell?”

“You are a bad person,” PunPun said. “You made me come here in the middle of the night to make sure you were okay. But then I see that you weren’t even here. Don’t ever say I never tried to help you.”

Jannine stopped messing with the dress-form and gave her friend a look that said, “You’re not serious.”

“I’m being serious!” PunPun said. “Where were you?!”

Jannine stuck a needle in the dress form, and turned around to fully face her friend. “I was at the medical bay.”

“So, you were hurt!”

Jannine sighed. “No. I did not get hurt. Wait. Now my ankle is slightly sprained. I jumped from the balcony.”

“Cring herx (Really)?”

“Chai,” Jannine replied. “But I’m okay.” She turned back around to focus on the dress she was making, but stopped when she remembered something. “Oh yeah! And Milli tried to get her girls to jump me. And she was going to chop my hair off in the process?”

“You’re kidding!”

“I wish.”

PunPun sat down on Jannine’s bed, and grabbed her sketchbook, she looked at the sketch it was turned to. “Did you draw this?” She asked. “You’re going to recreate this?”

Jannine shrugged, still trying to prep the dress. “I’m not sure. I mean, it’s definitely going to be a dress I can’t model.”

“Well, I think it’s pretty,” PunPun said. “And this dress does fit your style.”

“Yeah, right.”

“I’m serious,” PunPun said. “Costume Design is more fun than Communication Arts.”

Jannine rolled her eyes and nudged her. “I didn’t know when public speaking became this thing everybody and anyone could do…”

“Khun,” She whined. “When did drawing and sewing become so too?”

Jannine couldn’t say anything in response to that, simply because she didn’t have one. She glared at her friend before focusing on the dress form. PunPun looked through Jannine’s sketchbook.

“You seem to have an affinity for blue,” PunPun commented. “Is it your favorite color?”

Jannine smiled. “Yeah. Something like that.”

“It’s gotta be,” PunPun said. “Your hair is blue.”

“Not by choice.”

PunPun opened her mouth, ready to question Jannine. But stopped short when she saw her friend’s face. It said it all.

“Did you hear about Saint’s party?” PunPun then asked.

“What party?”

“The costume party?”

“Mai?”

“The theme is: fairytale.”

“Fairytale?”

PunPun nodded. “I might not go.”

“Luh?”

“I don’t have a costume,” PunPun said. “My parents already gave me my monthly allowance that I immediately spent. And I don’t get paid from my other job until next week.”

Jannine nudged her friend. “Hey,” She said sitting beside her on the bed. “I’ll make our costumes.”

PunPun sighed. “You don’t have to.”

Jannine rolled her eyes. “I’m a fashion designer. I need to build my resume.”

Her friend bit her lip and looked thoughtful. Jannine smiled knowingly.

“Okay…” Her friend relented after awhile. “Thank you.”

Jannine nodded. She looked down and noticed the item PunPun threw at her. She picked it up. It was a tiny decorated baggy. “Khun.”

“Yeah?”

She opened the baggy. “What is this?”

“Oh,” PunPun said airily. “It’s a cleansing mask. I found it outside your door. It must be a gift.”

“Oh,” Jannine said. “I’ve been needing to change my make up routine.”

She closed the baggy and set it on her nightstand.

She then looked at her friend. “I’ll be busy for the next couple of days,” She told her. “I’ll be making our costumes, after all.”

PunPun bowed her head in thanks.

•••

It was the day of Saint’s fairytale-themed party. Everyone had been talking about it. Some spoke highly of a mixer Saint threw when he was in high school and was anticipating the university follow-up of it.

Jannine had finished her school assignments (barely) on time due to all her focus being on the costumes. Despite her professors giving her unimpressed looks, and BamBam noting that she was rushing when they were cleaning up the mess hall (doing the 1-scrub-there-and-1-scrub-here method), she put all of her focus on color swatches, marked down fabric prices, poking her fingers (“Shit!”) countless times while sticking the needle into the dress form, making coffee that contained almond milk (to keep her from passing out), and making sure her measurements were correct.

Basically, she hadn’t had a life for the whole week and a half.

“So, you’re a fish princess?” PunPun said looking at Jannine’s costume. “Then what the hell am I?”

“I’m a blue goby,” Jannine corrected, handing her friend a nude colored face mask. “And you’re the princess who never smiled, hence the face mask.”

“No one’s going to know who we are.”

Jannine patted both of PunPun’s cheeks. “Who cares? It’s not like we don’t look fairy tale enough.”

PunPun rolled her eyes.

As they exited the dorms, they bumped into the girls in dorm D58.

“Zom?” PunPun said in surprise. “Zom Marie?”

The girl looked surprised. But she recovered quickly, and bowed. “Sawadee. Chuu Som. You can just call me Som.”

“You still go here?” PunPun asked. “I thought you graduated–“

“No,” Som said. “I’m just part of the dorm staff.”

“Oh…”

“I also help out with the clubs.”

PunPun looked at Jannine. “She’s one of the coolest people here,” She said. “She speaks French, and won a scholarship to go overseas.”

Som waved away PunPun’s words. “Hello,” She said to Jannine. “Please ignore PunPun.”

Jannine laughed good heartedly. “You do seem like a really cool person, ka.” Jannine bowed. “I’m Jannine.”

“Jannine?” Som said, before her brows furrowed in sorrow. “You’re the girl that almost got jumped, weren’t you?”

Jannine blushed. She looked down at the ground. Dammit. Word spreads that fast, Huh? She thought.

PunPun sighed, and spoke. “Khun Som, it’s not really her fault.”

The dorm aid nodded. “No. I- I know that–“

The girl who stood beside Som spoke up. “Jannine,” She said. “Just be careful.”

The girl bowed with a nod as she touched her chest with her hands pressed together. “I’m Ploy Sornarin.”

Jannine’s eyes widened. “I- I’ll be careful.”

She bowed. “Khob khun.”

Som smiled and stepped back. She motioned towards their outfits. “Y’all’s outfits are fire!”

Ploy nodded in agreement. “Where’d you get them?”

Jannine blushed. PunPun nudged her in the side and readily replied with, “Jannine made them!”

Som clapped her hands. “Goals,” she said. “I’m just a girl version of Merlin.”

“I’m Tinkerbell from Peter Pan,” Ploy said.

“You both look spot-on,” Jannine said. “Where’d you find the costumes?”

“I DIY’d it from Pinterest,” Som replied with a shrug.

“Drama department,” Ploy said embarrassedly. “It’s from like two years ago.”

Jannine gave them both a thumbs up. “They’re fire.”

All 4 girls then proceeded to walk to where the party was taking place. The party was in the de-facto event hall, apparently Saint’s parents had connections; that’s why the headmaster was going easy on him. Yet, afterwards, an after-party would be taking place in the boy’s dorm. But the headmaster didn’t know that…

•••

As all 4 girls walked into the establishment all of those who’d already arrived stopped what they were doing, and gawked at them.

Jannine blushed.

That was when Saint approached them. He donned an Arabian Prince costume; as though he were trying to channel the protagonist of Aladdin.

“Y’all look cool,” he said with a smirk. “There’s actually a contest for best costume. And you all are good contenders.”

All the girls bowed in thanks but PunPun. Her eyes were staring daggers at Saint who simply stared back with his same smirk.

Jannine looked between the MC and her friend. Was she missing something?

“Thanks for the invite,” PunPun said to the economics major. “But I’m not sure this fixes everything.”

Saint nodded wordlessly with a straight face. “Krup.”

He then looked at Jannine and the rest of the entourage and gave a smile. “Enjoy the party. Thanks for coming.”

Jannine looked at PunPun. “Are you okay?”

Her friend nodded. “Yeah.”

“Then let’s party!” Ploy jumped in with, grabbing PunPun’s hand.

All 4 girls ran to the dance floor.

•••

Pooped, Jannine picked up a fruity drink from the bar and Minhyuk was the “bartender” once more and donning cat ears. She smiled at him.

“Hey,” She said. “You’re serving drinks again?”

He nodded with a smile. “Yeah.”

She smiled even wider. “What’s your major?”

“Music,” He replied. “But I might switch it to Business.”

Jannine nodded. “I see.”

He then asked, “What’s yours?”

“Fashion design. Concentration: costume design.”

He nodded. “Cool.”

She was about to ask him where he was from (she guessed South Korea) but she was interrupted when the music suddenly stopped playing. She then noticed 6 guys walk in and she recognized three out of the group of 6.

“BamBam?” She said to herself.

Minhyuk chimed in, “Ah, the cool 6”

“The Cool 6?” Jannine echoed. “Did I miss something, or….?”

Minhyuk laughed. “They’re like the king pranksters of the campus.”

Jannine raised an eyebrow as she got a better look of what BamBam’s costume was. Predictably, he was a prince.

But his prince look was a lot more fashionable and unique compared to the other “princes” on the dance floor. His colors were muted but electric tones: a gradient blue dress-top with 8 iridescent clasps adorning the front horizontally, black chino pants with a iridescent stripe running down the side of each leg, and finishing it off with a pair of custom made black Martin Valen low top sneakers. The crown he wore was a purple iridescent metal with little crystals shining off of them. He finished off the look with a pair of black Ray ban aviator sunglasses.

The rest of his friends were as follows: King Arthur, Robin Hood, a frog, The Gingerbread Man, and a duck. And admittedly, they didn’t look too bad either.

BamBam smiled and shouted out to everyone, “We’re gonna party like it’s 1999!” His 6 friends hooted and hollered behind him.

Everyone cheered and the music started up again. She then saw Saint greet them with bows and handshakes.

Jannine took her drink sitting on the island and took a big sip. She looked back out at the dance floor and she could no longer spot her friends. I wonder where they went off to, she thought.

She walked away from the bar and got back on the dance floor. Despite not being as talented as a certain someone when it came to moves on the dance floor she was pretty decent; she could attempt moves further than a normal fist pump.

“Jannine!” An individual donning a blue dress and white sleeves yelled as she ran over to the blue goby. “I finally found you!”

Jannine’s eyes widened in surprise as she finally picked up on who the person was before her. “Lisa?”

Her friend nodded happily. “I’m the heroine from Fairy Tail. Minerva Orlando.”

Lisa’s hair was as usual, but she had a small knot on each side of her head. Her dress was long, and the top of it tubed. Rather it being sleazy or voluptuous, it fit Lisa’s small frame nicely. It was more classy and cute on her than anything. Instead of ornate stilettos, Lisa had settled for ballet flats.

Jannine smiled. “I’m jealous!”

Lisa blushed. “Thank you!”

“Let’s dance!”

But before either girl could start busting a move, a guy stepped up to them. He was handsome in a way that almost reminded her of a certain prince.

“Hey ladies,” He said. “You both look awesome.”

Lisa and Jannine exchanged smiles before saying their thanks.

“You’re–“

“The Pied Piper,” He replied.

“Is that a real flute?” Lisa asked.

He held it up and looked at it. “Hell yeah, it is.”

Jannine laughed and Lisa looked impressed.

The Pied Piper met Jannine’s eye, and Jannine put her head down to hide her blush. Lisa must’ve seen the exchange because she immediately made herself scarce. “I see another friend,” She said. “I’ll be over by refreshments.”

Lisa gone, it was just her and Pied Piper.

“What’s your major?” He asked. “Mine’s Fire Science.”

“Fire Science?” Jannine said in wonder. “Mine’s fashion design, but it’s really costume design.”

He smiled. “Hence your amazing costume.”

She laughed nervously.

“Where are you from?“ He then asked. “I know that everyone who goes here isn’t always a local.”

“I’ve lived in all parts of Thailand since I was 10,” Jannine replied. “I was in Chiang Mai for the summer.”

“That’s cool,” He said. “I was in Hong Kong.”

“Hong Kong, ka?” Jannine said in surprise. “That’s cool.”

He laughed. “I’m glad you think so.”

She laughed.

“What’s so funny?”

“Nothing,” She said. “I’m just kinda tipsy.”

He shrugged. “Who says I’m not tipsy right now either?”

She smiled at him and he smiled back.

“Hey, would you like to—“ Pied Piper was cut off when he was bumped into from behind. He ended up toppling to the ground along with Jannine.

Her face turned warm at the close proximity. Pied Piper was hot. His eyes were big, and his smile was infectious. His lips were inviting too–

“Blue hair!” A familiar voice said. “If y’all want to do the devil’s tango, do it somewhere else, krup!”

Laughter followed, from both the speaker and a bit of the crowd. Jannine scrambled off of the guy she’d been admiring and looked up. It was none other than the Campus Prince. He looked smug, staring down at her like she was the piece of gum stuck on the bottom of his shoe.

She blinked back tears.

“You’re such a dick,” Pied Piper said to BamBam.

The crowd grew silent.

BamBam hardly look fazed. Or seemingly so.

A smirk still adorned his lips.

With a shrug he said, “Oh, really?”

Pied Piper didn’t bat an eye. “Everyone knows you fucking had to grovel to attend Hnung.”

Everyone witnessing the scene didn’t say anything. Some looked confused while others just ducked their heads down in second-hand embarrassment.

A couple members in BamBam’s entourage stepped forward as though they were gonna…do something. But, BamBam put his hand up, as though he were stopping them.

Even though everyone in the room missed it, Jannine could’ve sworn she’d seen the flicker of hurt and anger in BamBam’s eyes. It was a minuscule flicker, barely there. But she saw it.

Maybe her eyes were just playing tricks on her.

Nonetheless, she stepped in front of Pied Piper and said to the prince, “BamBam, I don’t want to do this.”

She said it firmly, but it wasn’t as aggressive as Pied Piper’s tone.

Jannine put her hand on her hip to not make it so obvious that both of her hands were shaking out of nervousness.

Even though the music was still playing, blasting out of the speakers loudly, and the ambience of the party strengthening as more people started to ease into mingling, BamBam and her were making a scene.

The campus prince donned a smile, but he took a step back. “Whatever, Ploychompoo. Desperate is what desperate does.”

She opened her mouth to protest, but she saw each of his friends give her a facial expression as though they were disappointed in her. Like she was the one at fault. But Jinyoung gave her a small smile.

She felt a hand on her shoulder.

Jannine nearly jumped out of her skin, but when she turned around, she saw it was Pied Piper again.

She smiled brightly. “Uhm, I’m sorry for his behavior,” She said to him. “I don’t know why he acts like that.”

Pied Piper laughed. “You don’t need to apologize.”

She nodded. “Ka.”

Pied Piper nudged her playfully. “You wanna go to the snack bar?”

“Sure.”

Jannine was on her fifth cookie when she heard Saint’s voice boom through the mic.

Pied Piper had to cut his story short. He’d been in the midst of telling her a story about when he was in China. He’d been made to participate in a survival game at a summer camp his parents had shipped him off to. The summer camp was located in China, near the Hong Kong border.

“Winners for best costume are Jannine Weigel! And…BamBam!” Clapping followed.

She looked at Pied Piper, who smiled at her. “Congratulations,” He said.

Jannine then turned her head to gawk at Saint in disbelief. “Are you…sure?” She and Pied Piper had actually been near the stage when the announcement was made.

Saint gave her his signature smirk that was as unsettling as smug. He nodded. “Chai. You and–“

“BamBam,” She finished. “We tied?”

Despite being confident of her design, she couldn’t say her costume character stood out in anyway. Ironically, if it weren’t for her blue hair she would’ve went as someone else.

“Someone told me you actually sewed your dress,” Saint said. “And your hair is fire. No joke.”

Jannine smiled. “Thank you, ka.”

Saint smiled back. “So, come up to the stage.”

Her eyes widened in alarm. “Saint, you can’t make me go up there.”

She then looked up at the platform where BamBam stood. He looked just as unimpressed to be up there.

She glared at him. He glared back.

Saint then grabbed her hand. “C’mon. You get a prize.”

“A prize?”

“Chai, krup,” He replied. “Just participate a bit, and you got it.”

Jannine hesitated. But finally relented with a nod.

When she walked onto the stage and got in position next to BamBam she heard him mutter, “I don’t want to do this either, weirdo.”

“Clown,” She shot back.

Looking out into the crowd, Jannine saw the squad she came with. PunPun held her drink up as though to say “You look great!”, Som gave her a heart, and Ploy gave her two big thumbs up.

“Sawatdee!” Saint said to the crowd. “You have the winners of the costume contest. Jannine and BamBam!”

Everyone roared with excitement and genuine admiration.

“Don’t their outfits look fire, krup?” Saint said. “They even match. Like a couple!” The crowd roared again. Whistles and affirmations were heard as well.

Jannine looked at BamBam who gave her a confused look.

She sighed. C’mon Saint, she thought annoyedly. Keep it short and sweet.

“What about a slow dance?” Saint said. “I know we have a lot of couples in the room tonight, and…I’m unconventional like that. So, grab a partner of any sex, and slow dance.”

When the MC turned around, Jannine shook her head. “Saint!” She said in a harsh whisper. “You said I’d only be up here to receive a prize and nothing else.”

Saint wiggled his eyebrows mischievously. “Jannine, relax.”

Before she could slap him, her hand was grabbed and she was being dragged to the center of the floor. “BamBam!” She whisper-yelled. “Let me go!”

Once they stopped, BamBam turned around and put his hands around her waist. “Okay, mai?”

She jumped almost at his touch. “What the hell?“ She said. “We don’t have to do this.”

“You still want your prize, luh?” He said.

She kept her mouth shut and wrapped her arms around his neck. She couldn’t look at him because she could feel his breath, and the proximity was awkward.

But when she stopped paying attention to that she found that the song playing was nice. And despite the bullshit that always followed her, her past self would’ve never bet on winning a costume contest and ending up slow dancing with a decent looking (jerkface). Maybe Past Self would have been happy.

Jannine let out a small snort thinking about her past dorky self.

“What’s so funny, krup?” BamBam asked with an eye roll. “You’ve almost stepped on my foot, y’know?”

“Mai?” She said with a raised eyebrow. “I did not almost step on your foot.”

“Yeah, krup.”

“Mai chai, ka.”

“You almost did, twice.”

She didn’t bother to respond anymore. She decided to simply imagine that it was Kunpimook who she was dancing with.

“ยังอยู่ (Still)” by Mirr continued to surround the room as every pair in the room slow danced.

•••

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🎃🍁 ~ SunflowerCheol’s 31 Days of Halloween ~ 🍁🎃

Hello! I have decided to do a 31 days of Halloween Drabbles/Oneshots and will be posting one every day up until Halloween! I took some things associated with Halloween and Fall time and made little drabbles/oneshots for different members! Here's a sneak peak of the members/groups (but not in order that I will be posting) I have decided to write for!

Chanhee (TBZ)

Sangyeon (TBZ)

Haechan (NCT)

Jungkook (BTS) and Yugyeom (GOT7)

Wooyoung (ATZ), Changbin (SKZ), Yeonjun (TXT)

Suho (EXO) and Sehun (EXO)

Tomorrow X Together

Monsta X + Wonho

Yoongi (BTS)

Kibum (Shinee)

Taehyung (BTS) and Jimin (BTS)

Johnny (NCT) and Taeyong (NCT)

Seungkwan (SVT)

Jacob (TBZ) and Kevin (TBZ)

Jinyoung (GOT7)

Hueningkai (TXT)

Baekhyun (EXO)

Jinjin (ASTRO)

Jackson (GOT7)

Changmin (TBZ)

Eric (TBZ) and Felix (TBZ)

Jungwoo (NCT)

Renjun (NCT)

Chenle (NCT), Changmin (TBZ), Jeongin (SKZ), Hueningkai (TXT), Sanha (ASTRO)

Lee Know (SKZ)

Yuta (NCT)

Taemin (SHINee)

Seventeen, hyung line

Ateez

Kyungsoo (EXO)

97 Line - Jungkook (BTS), Yugyeom (GOT7), Bambam (GOT7), Seokmin (SVT), Mingyu (SVT), Minghao (SVT), Bang Chan (SKZ), Hyunjae (TBZ), Jacob (TBZ), Younghoon (TBZ), Eunwoo (ASTRO), Jaehyun (NCT), Winwin (NCT)

Hope you are excited for them!