#jimin is a kind of person who empathises with situations he go through

[tarus18]

Watching with subtitles makes more sense because translators lefts some parts while live translating

I like jimin's story telling, he is hilarious

[jingabitch]

fucked up was a slap in the face to how lonely I am and I really adore your softer yandere expression. Is it possible to request a short where it’s that time of the month & she’s really cuddly/needy one day, but touched repulsed another? 👉👈

asdfghjkl girl i 10000% feel that !! honestly a lot of the angst from the reader’s pov was drawn from my personal experiences LEL

hope you enjoy this short and it’s what you were looking for! it’s a little hard to incorporate the yandere into a situation like this where there’s no tension, but i hope i did okay anyway! let me know what you guys think hehe

Word count: 1347

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Namjoon has a high IQ.

That means he’s good at pattern recognition. It’s not, however, very helpful when it comes to predicting your moods and actions in this highly volatile period.

Heh, period. (He has a high IQ, but he’s just a guy, okay?)

He escaped to his home studio to lick his wounds after you screamed at him today, and that’s where he currently sits, frowning deeply at his computer screen. He knows he should be working, but instead he’s turned to Reddit to help him get through this trying time. Being fluent in English has never been so useful.

Outside, he can hear you whining to Taehyung and Jeongguk about how mean he was, trying to drink your hot chocolate, and he scowls. He only wanted one sip, he thinks bitterly. You’re usually so excited to share food with them, especially when Seokjin has made it, and in the three or so weeks that you’ve been with them, you’ve quickly become his biggest supporter in the kitchen, even going so far as to force the others to try his cooking when they’re reluctant to.

The trouble started this morning, he thinks morosely, when you slinked out of Yoongi’s room and into the bathroom an hour earlier than usual, and only got worse during breakfast. You’re not usually overly clingy, but today you shuffled out of the room still wrapped in your blanket and sat down right next to Yoongi on the floor for breakfast, so close to him you were practically in his lap. When Namjoon commented that you were probably getting in Yoongi’s way and he couldn’t possibly eat like that, instead of laughing it off like he expected you to, your eyes had welled with tears.

While you were burying your face into Yoongi’s chest, he rested his chin on top of your head, shaking his head slightly at the rest of them and mouthing, “Red sea!” 

That had been strike one.

Strike two came when after breakfast, Hoseok, who was distraught at how much pain you seemed to be in, volunteered to run out and get some heating pads and painkillers from the convenience store around the corner.

Namjoon said, very reasonably, he thought, “You can’t do that. You’ll be recognized and people will be suspicious that you’re buying those things together.”

In response, you gave him the saddest, most betrayed look he’s ever seen in his life. “You’re ashamed of me,” you sobbed, and Yoongi and Taehyung immediately hugged you tight, rubbing your back and shushing you. Even Yeontan came to find out what was wrong, scrambling into your lap and trying his best to lick away your tears.

“Nice going, hyung,” Jeongguk muttered at him, rolling his eyes, and Namjoon felt, again, like he was the only one who didn’t know what was going on. You’re usually so rational, so calm and pliant.

Somehow everyone else is able to endear themselves to you today. Hoseok by going to the convenience store for you, Jin by making you hot chocolate, Jimin and Jeongguk by being their usual clingy, affectionate selves, Yoongi because he’s your favourite and cuddles you when you go to have a nap after eating your painkillers, and Taehyung because he’s Yeontan’s daddy and the dog is probably your favourite companion in the house right now.

He sighs. Maybe he’ll just stay here for the next couple of days, to avoid upsetting you any further.

Of course, the pendulum swings again. 

A few hours later, he knows you’ve gotten up from your nap from the sudden commotion outside. You storm out of Yoongi’s bedroom furiously, the older man following you with a hapless and confused look on his face. Namjoon, who came out to see what was going on, can empathise. 

“No, baby, wait -”

You round on him furiously. “Min Yoongi, get away from me!”

“I can explain -”

“There’s nothing to explain! You think I’m disgusting!” You cry, stomping to the couch where Taehyung and Jeongguk are sitting, playing with Yeontan.

“Noona, come sit,” Jeongguk says, smiling up at you, and you smile back at him. He always looks at you with such pure, unadulterated joy that you can’t help but be happy every time you look at him.

“Thank you, baby,” you coo at him, and Yoongi, sensing that he’s no longer welcome, makes eye contact with Namjoon, who tilts his head, inviting him wordlessly into the home studio.

“What happened?” he asks once the door is shut.

“Hell if I know,” Yoongi grumbles. “I wake up and find her on top of me like she wants to devour me whole.”

Namjoon raises a brow. That is strange. Usually it’s Yoongi who initiates their sexual encounters, since he’s the one with an insatiable desire for her.

“Exactly, I just reminded her that she’s - you know…” he twirls his finger in the direction of his crotch, “and she storms out of the room in a huff.”

Namjoon winces.

Soon enough, though, most of the boys have been kicked out of the apartment. Jin is especially wounded when you tell him that you can’t stand his smug face, and it’s a comment that would have you bent over his knee were they not all so acutely aware that you are bleeding and hence, in pain and also unpredictable in your current state.

Namjoon figures that this is just a different kind of normal, though, and after observing you for a little longer, he’ll probably be able to figure it out.

The next morning, everyone leaves for the studio except for Namjoon, who drew the short straw and had to stay home to watch you because no one knew what you would do when you were this unpredictable - what if you wanted to go for a walk outside?

He decides to leave you alone, though, rationalizing that you will seek him out if you want his company, though you rarely do, usually sticking to Yoongi or the maknaes. Or Yeontan, he adds dryly to himself. If nothing else, the dog really is the biggest winner here, going from spending most of his time alone in the apartment to having a 24/7 companion and treat dispenser.

Which is why he’s surprised when you walk into his room later that day, Yeontan at your heels. He’s sitting at his desk when you pick a book off his shelf and climb onto his bed to read it, giving Yeontan a little boost onto the mattress so he can curl up next to you. Since you’re home all the time, you’ve basically taken on the role of being his primary caregiver, and Taehyung is torn between jealousy that the dog is starting to favour you and fits of exuberance about how cute you are when you nap together.

“That’s my bed,” he objects to no one in particular. It’s not you he minds - he’s taken pains to keep his bed free from animal fur.

You look up at him over the book. “Do you want to share, oppa?” you ask, patting the bed beside you invitingly, and he’s so surprised at your uncharacteristic boldness that he just follows your direction, bringing his notebook along with him.

You snuggle into his side when he sits next to you, propped up by pillows. “I’m sorry about yesterday, oppa,” you say shyly and he looks down at you, surprised. You’re not done yet, though. “I know we aren’t as close as some of the other boys, but I want to be,” you continue with such sincere earnestness in your eyes that he can’t help but smile down at you.

It’s clear that you think he’s been keeping a distance because he’s shy and needs a little help being coaxed out of his bubble. He doesn’t mind letting you think that, though, especially if it means an easier time having you come to him.

After all, he’s keeping a distance so he can observe you better, not because of any reticence on his part. But he’d be a fool to let you know that.

[mrsamazingdreamer]

Just Roommates: Part 2

YAAAAAS.

HEY GUYS! A big hug and a bigger thanks to everyone who liked my story.

Check out part 1.

Here is part 2! 

Plot- Jungkook as your roommate + College adventures lol. 

Characters- Reader, Jungkook. 

Word count- 1.5k+ 

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3  Part 4  

casual texting shit- part 1, part 2  

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JUNGKOOK’s POV

Anything in the world would have been fine, but living in the same apartment as a GIRL was just a no for me. The reason why I had moved into an apartment was so that I could avoid being around the campus girls. But look at me now, I’m crying into a pillow, seeing a girl almost naked in my house. I’m so mad at everyone. They said that they will send in a ‘nice roommate’ who is perfect for my lifestyle and comfort… but no one told me that when I meet that person first will be like this. I want to die.

“I’m sorry are you okay?” a surprisingly soft noise and a warm hand lands on my shoulder. I got startled at the touch and quickly sat up straight.

“Uh I think so- never mind- I-I-I f-freaked out.” I stammered hard. From the corner of my eye I saw her, she was still in her towel, I noticed her eyes… they were very deep and from candle light reflection made them even more deep. I could feel her empathising with my situation from the look on her face.

“So, did I… I mean I should have waited and had a talk with you- “I cut her off and gave her my jacket looking away. “You will catch a cold.” I went into my bedroom without any delay or talks. I couldn’t have her sat there like that, talking to me. It was just really weird. I open my windows to just see how dark it was outside. This ‘Girl-Phobia’ of mine was really getting me to the edge. 

After all, I am a 19-year-old with raging testosterone.

I was blanked out at the thought of living with the opposite gender. Things could be just fine or maybe just so much worse. Either way, I was going to suffer.

It was 10pm and I was hungry fuck. I exit the room to see that girl was sat by the window in our living room, looking a bit sad. Now obviously, I had to do something about the person living with me being sad. Not going to lie, she was kind of cute.

ASDFGHJKL WHY IS THIS HAPPENING TO ME?????????? PLEASE sEND Help. TT

“Um, so, hi.” I awkwardly went up to her and just spat the most awkward greeting of my life.

“Oh, hey.” She looks up at me, fixing her hair and face and gave me a cute smile.

Aiggoo. Wae?!

“Earlier was really awkward and bad, so sorry about that.” I tried to makeup and apologise.

“That is fine I guess. I’m Y/N, by the way.” She told.

“I’m Jungkook. You’re new, here right?” I asked her trying to keep it chic.

“Oh, yeah I am. I think you helped me earlier today?” she said.

“Did I? I don’t know, I think I did, but, I don’t know, well, I must have, I’m too nice you know.” WTF JEON JUNGKOOK DA FUQ YOU SAYING?

“Haha, oh god, I think it was you so thanks!” she gave me shy look.

“You’re welcome, y/n.” I went to shake hands with her.

As I was proceeding towards her, I tripped onto the cushion and fell all over her.

WOW JEON FUCKING IDIOT. YOU TRIED. *SLOW CLAPS *

I was on top of a girl, ashamed and feeling awful af. She smells amazing though. OKAY WHAT-

“I’m so sorry! Oh, my god!” I locked my eyes with her as I apologise. I could almost feel her boobs which wasn’t helping at all. But I had to compose myself up. It was 10 seconds later, before I could get up off her and leave back to Korea. I felt my stomach rumble. She covers her face up and giggles in second-hand embarrassment.

SHE WILL DEFINITLY THINK IM A CREEPY DESPERATE PERVERT. FML

Y/N’s POV

“Jungkook” he is. And he is literally on top of my soul right now. Jesus fucking Christ, I could see his muscular arms and those clavicles and that slaying jaw line and that fucking face of his-

DID HE FALL ON ME, OR IT WAS AN ACCIDENT, BUT NOT GONNA LIE, I WAS LOVING EVERY BIT OF IT. JESUS, Y/N STOP IT ALREADY. HE IS YOUR ROOMMATE AND GET USED TO HIS PRESENCE NOW. ALTHOUGH ITS JUST BEEN LIKE 2 HOURS OF YOUR MEETING.

I had my eyes locked with his but my eyes were silently scanning him through, in those 10 best seconds of my life so far. I was surly heated up a little, but god, HIS STOMACH WAS HUNGRY, SO WAS MINE!

FML.

“Ahem, Jungkook.” I awkwardly spoke.

“Aish.” Typical Korean boy; He gets up off me and fixes his grey t-shirt.

We didn’t speak for like, 5 minutes. We were just sat there, in a dark room with candles and silence.

“Excuse me.” he barely heard him as he quickly left the apartment.

I just laid down on the mattress and had a mild thought on how cute this boy was. He didn’t seem like Jimin at all assuming how they could even be friends at all. I lay on cold mattress contemplating on what had just happened. I turned on some music for distraction and soon after went to pee.

It was 12 am almost and as I got out of the washroom, I noticed a pizza box. As I went near, I saw a little letter kept underneath. I was blank for a moment. I opened the letter and read it,

 ~~~~“Hi. So, I’m sorry about everything. I never planned on getting things so awkward on meeting my roomie for the first time. I hope I didn’t freak you out too much TT TT. 

Since you are my roommate now, have my contact- 0xxx0x00x0. And remind me to give you the keys later :).

p.s. this is my little apology delivery. Please eat well and dress warm for the night, y/n. 

-𝓳𝓾𝓷𝓰𝓴𝓸𝓸𝓴”~~~   

I clutched my heart and almost stabbed myself with those words in the heart.

CAN THIS MAN BE ANYMORE SEXY?! WELL, I MEAN NICE?! I was just worried for nothing. I was pretty sure he got uncomfortable too. This gesture of his made me feel all warm inside and things were no longer feeling strange from what happened earlier. I hope everything goes well.

“I wonder if he has eaten or not?” I say to myself as I stuff my mouth with the as delicious pizza as himself. Jesus Christ.

I read that letter about 15 times before saving his number in my phone. I kept the letter safe inside my diary and recalled the whole day in words. Soon after I went to sleep peacefully.

*buzzbuzzzbuzzbuzz*

MY FUCKING ALARM WAS BUZZING THE HECK OUT OF MY BRAIN.

-6am-

I saw the balcony glass door was ajar. I rubbed my eyes before focusing on what was going outside.

*SHOOK AF*

IT WAS HIM WORKING OUT.

“Oh mah gerd.” I screamed internally on seeing him wearing a vest, bandana and shorts and flexing those arms as he did the shoulder press exercise.

I went closer to see the proper image and only saw something inevitably hot. How his sweat was dripping down his neck to his chest and god had given me the chance of seeing his dark eyes being really charismatic. asdfghfjgkhlj. If this is what I was going to wake up to every morning, then I ain’t even complaining no more. 

I’M BLESSED.

Without making a sound, I moved away, not letting him know that I was lurking on him. I quickly freshened up and took a shower. I straight up went to the kitchen and thought of returning the favor, I guess. I made us both, toast, omelettes, some pancakes and orange juice. What a typical breakfast though.

“Woah, Y/N!” Jungkook exclaimed from behind me.

“You scared me!” I was trying to stay calm there.

He just giggles at the little table all full with food.

“Care to have some?” I offered him a seat which he gladly took.

“Yah, this is great!” his face had the sexiest look besides looking like a child in that moment.

“Thanks. And, thanks also for yesterday.” I told him.

“I think we’re good now?” He asked as he offered me a bite of his pancake. I just nodded and took the bite.

Y/N, THIS IS GOING SMOOTHHHH GIRL.

“Ah~ I’m so full. Thanks again, Y/N! I will go wash up now.” He says before walking towards the washroom. 

After a few seconds of him leaving, I widen my eyes in realization.

“OH FUCK NO.” 

JUNGKOOK’S POV-

This girl is really sweet! She made me breakfast. I think I will survive living with her. It doesn’t seem too bad. But I can’t let her know that I am actually uncomfortable and really intimidated by her presence. And I have major issues with her being a girl JFC. The letter really helped me when I utterly had words to say. No need to worry JK, let’s go and have a shower. Chill man.

OH MAN, HOLY SHIT.

As I entered the bathroom and was about to turn the water on, the sight I got greeted with was Y/N’s “woman stuff” and by that, I mean, serious woman stuff.

Please kill me.

Did I just see a fancy black lacy bra and its matching underwear, owned by my roommate of 12 hours?

Living with a girl was going to get a bit untamed.

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Thanks, y’all for reading. <3 xD PLEASE TELL ME IF YOU LIKED IT OR NAH. TX.

(Part 3: coming soon!)