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venusiangguk · 3 years

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the art of craving | jjk (m)

>>pairing: jungkook x reader / dilf!jk x grocery store clerk!oc

>>genre: friends with benefits, smut, pwp, a lil bit of fluff

>>word count: 6.9k

>>warnings: the domesticity... sob sob, the cutest baby... sob sob, dom jk, sub oc, age gap, all that good dilf jk stuff: asking for permission, saying thank you, oral (m), videotaping, sexual tension, balls in face, covering of mouth (?), a lil bit of external prostate stim bc jk deserves it 😌, dirty talk, creampie, sex in someone else’s house (? again), omg almost all members are dad’s 🥲, so many dilfs hhhh, hobi being out of pocket, questionable breakfast in bed 👍🏻

>>notes: HE’S BACK!! also i knocked this out in one day, so I'm sorry for mistakes or if it falls short, i tried to do dilf jk justice 🤧

>>summary: jk takes you to a bbq at his friends house. the tri-tip is good but the creampie is even better.

series masterlist, pt 1, pt 2, pt 3, pt 4

“Are you sure you’re okay with me coming?”

“Why wouldn’t I be?”

You turn to Jeongguk, who is kneeled down at toddler level. Nari’s got a strong grip in his hair as she uses it as leverage as well as a balancing aid as she steps one little foot at a time into her water proof pull up. He cut it recently, his long locks a little more clean cut and cropped. Still more than enough for little hands to yank, though. He winces, but takes it in stride.

“I don’t know you’re always a bit weird about us,” you say. No bitterness, more of just an observation.

Jeongguk looks up at you as best he can, before getting Nari’s bikini bottoms and repeating the same painful process he did with the pull up. “I’m not weird about it.” He can almost hear the incredulous look you’re giving him. “Okay, I’m not as weird about it,” he amends, “but this is just a group of my friends getting together, and we’ve all known each other for years so I don’t have to worry about what they think of me.”

You hum, walking to the bathroom to get your own bikini on. You’re adjusting the ties at the hip when you say loudly so he can hear you from his room, “You’re worried about what people think of us?”

The effort you put into trying to hold in your laugh when Jeongguk appears in the doorway with a disheveled baby on his hip is futile. Nari’s looking around like she doesn’t know how she got there so fast, shirtless with a half-on baby bikini top, the triangles falling down and resting on her round belly. She smiles big when she sees you though, kicks in her dad’s hold.

Jeongguk looks kind of disheveled as well, yet very serious as he says, “No I don’t care what people think about us, I just- am more worried what they think about me. I know it doesn’t matter,” he sighs dramatically, “but I’d rather people not think I’m a cradle robbing pervert.” He covers one of Nari’s ears with a big hand and pushes the other ear against his chest to plug it when he says pervert. She pops back up, unbothered like a little bobble head.

You walk over and stand in front of them both, taking the strings of Nari’s swimsuit and tying them at the back of her neck. You flick your eyes up to Jeongguk, as you make the bunny ears. “You’re not even 30 yet, relax Daddy.”

“And you’re not even 25,” he almost whines, and doesn't bother scolding you for the use of the d word. This time.

“And this one’s not even 2!” you say, over excited as you turn wide eyes to the baby in front of you, swiftly changing the subject.

Nari squeals at your excitement, leans forward in her dad’s hold till she’s got tiny, pudgy little arms around your neck. Jeongguk hands her to you with ease, tries to keep the sick adoration off of his face while doing so.

“Duuu!” she cries, holding up her hand. She’s got her middle finger and ring finger up, an awkward way to show ‘two’ but you let her have it, jiggling her a little laughing a praise.

“Oh, such a smart little flower!” Jeongguk coos, hand coming up to give her a high-five.

However, she just grips his thumb in her small hand, giggling in the infectious way that babies do, her little crescent eyes lighting up with love and glee and Jeongguk almost cries. He hopes she never stops looking at him like that or holding his hand like that.

The alarm on his phone knocks him out of his sentimental reverie as he begrudgingly frees himself from Nari’s hold. He calls into the bathroom, “We’re going to be late.”

You’re not bothered, instead just sitting Nari on the bathroom counter and doing her hair up in small piggy-tail buns atop her head. She plays with your belly ring while you do so, fascinated by the new cherry charm you have on it now.

“Did you hear me?” Jeongguk asks in the doorway.

“Yup, look at her,” you say, gesturing to the oblivious baby.

Jeongguk does, taps one of the buns. “How do you get them so symmetrical? I can never get it right.”

You hum, sitting her in the curve of your waist. You give her your manicured hand, nails decorated in crystals, to distract her. “I’ll teach you. Want me to get her baby bag ready while you load the car with her sleeper just in case she needs to nap while we are there?”

Jeongguk shoots finger guns at you, before pressing a quick kiss to your temple. You purr. “Good brain, I didn’t think of that.”

You walk out with him, set Nari down and let her toddle about. She hands you an array of things, helping you pack her bag while Jeongguk goes to his large walk-in closet grabbing the portable crib.

“Don’t forget her sock monitor,” he grunts, finally getting a good hold of it.

“Already packed,” you tell him, “Do you want me to pack her undies for after swimming?”

Nari’s speech may be a little delayed according to the doctors but her brain is big and functioning and everything else in her baby body is right on par, or even ahead of kids her age. They suggested early potty-training, and focusing on the positives as Jeongguk navigates the hurdles.

He looks contemplative before he shakes his head. “No, too much hassle, just pull-ups is fine.”

You throw him a look, but he’s already got his back to you walking out the room. “You know she’s never going to learn if you don’t stay consistent and keep a routine!”

“Yes, baby, I know!” he calls over his shoulder, “Fresh start when we get back!”

You roll your eyes. “Daddy’s so silly, huh?”

Nari babbles an affirmative, and with that, you shoulder the baby bag and carry the baby right out the door. Easy peasy.

~~~

“Hello my good bitches!”

“Hoseok!” Jeongguk whisper-scolds, a protective hand coming up to Nari’s face. For some reason he covers her eyes instead of her ears. Nari blows a blind raspberry, but is more or less content in your arms.

You’ve never met Hoseok before, but you know you like him when you watch his eyes rake over Jeongguk, a judgemental look on his face as he takes a sip from the red solo cup in his hand, eyes narrowed over the rim.

“What are you wearing?”

Jeongguk narrows his eyes back. Although his friend probably can’t see them behind the huge gold-rimmed, purple hued glasses Jeongguk is wearing. “It’s Fendi. Please move, this is heavy.”

It’s no secret that Jeongguk has a fat wallet to match his fat dilf ass, and that he likes the occasional name brand item in his closet. But he’s not frivolous, and it’s only once in a blue moon that he actually splurges on something as expensive as the bright yellow and white shirt he’s wearing currently.

If anything a good portion of his income goes to what he wine-drunkenly calls the ‘Flower Fund’. Essentially dollars put away for when Nari goes to university, or whatever she decides. Maybe she’ll start her own business like her dad. Your mouth may have dropped when he let the current balance slip. She’s not even 2 yet.

Anywho. The shirt that is the hot topic- it’s a bit out there, different from what he usually wears, but somehow he pulls it off, the white of the trademark F’s all over compliment the white, 5in inseam swim shorts he has on. You giggled in the car when he paired the sunglasses with it, but the more you look at him, the more you grow to like the statement piece.

His sleeve is on full display, and his arm is flexed as he carries the baby sleeper, finding a wall to lean it against. You’re still staring when Hoseok starts speaking.

“So you’re the hot Nanny he goes on and on about?”

“Nanny?” you ask, raising a brow.

“Hobi? Oh my god?” He shakes his head and his hands open and jerk in a very what the fuck manner. “I do not call you the nanny,” he stresses, eyes going to you.

You keep your brow quirked.

Hoseok laughs, nudges you with his hands open, nodding towards Nari. The baby looks like it's a very tough decision, choosing between you and Hoseok, but after an encouraging nod from you she smiles. Her baby teeth are on display, and her hands are grabby.

Jeongguk’s friend hips her, “He doesn’t actually call you the nanny, but he does talk about you a lot. All good things of course.”

You smile, your heart fluttering a little in your chest but before you can say anything Jeongguk is by your side, telling Hoseok a very adamant and stern, ‘Goodbye.’

Hoseok just laughs. “Okay, okay,” he says, raising his hands in surrender. The one holding the red cup catches Nari’s attention.

She pokes it with a tiny finger before smacking her lips a little. “Joofs?”

“Joofs?” Hoseok repeats, confused for a moment before he gets it. “Juice- yeah no. Not this. Let’s get you your own joofs.”

As he’s walking towards what you assume is the kitchen you call out, “Do you need one of her cups?”

He waves a dismissive hand. “Joon keeps some in the kitchen, go outside and meet everyone! We’ve all been dying to put a face to the mysterious __!” He turns to Nari making casual conversation till his voice fades with distance, “Still nice and plump I see…”

Something warms inside you. The fact that Jeongguk’s friends are all so close, that they keep little things for each other's children at each other’s houses, is so sweet and wholesome and so tender in a way that makes your heart want to burst.

Nari’s playroom has a few leapfrog’s with grade school games on a shelf and you had always wondered why. When you asked, Jeongguk told you that he sometimes watched Taehyung’s boys when he and his wife had date night. He has all the Tinkerbell movies on bluray for Jin’s daughter, and the Harry Potter ones for Yoongi and Jimin’s. As far as you know, Namjoon doesn’t have kids of his own yet, so it’s extra touching that he keeps baby essentials for Nari around.

You lean against Jeongguk, bumping shoulders with him. “Hoseok is nice, I like him.”

He rolls his eyes. “He’s the bachelor of the group. No relationship or kids. Hence the potty-mouth and the alcoholic joofs at 1 in the afternoon.”

You smile a closed lipped laugh, eyes glinting as you look up at him. He smiles back, unable to stop himself. He gives you an inquisitive look, the arm around your waist pulling you a little closer. The hand on your hip squeezing in question.

“Hmm?” he ponders, softly.

“You talk about me?” you ask, just as soft.

He hums, eyes dropping to your lips. “Just a little. Only to them.”

You and Jeongguk aren’t official. The circumstances a bit peculiar, the steps a little harder to maneuver. But what you have is good. A nice mix between fun and serious, committed yet free. You both know what you need to, feel what’s between you, even if you don’t name it or talk about it.

On your tiptoes, you crane your neck to reach his lips, and his eyes slip shut, ready to meet you halfway.

“Ah- Jeongguk you’re on grill duty!”

Jeongguk slumps behind you, a little groan sounding. “Okay!”

He sneaks a sweet kiss, before pinching your butt quickly. “Let me introduce you to the hyungs.”

~~~

Jeongguk looks almost as edible as the tri-tip he’s grilling. He’s got tongs in his tattooed hand, his hair held back by those purpley sunglasses that he’s pushed to the top of his head. His shirt is open, his toned tummy out and flexing whenever he laughs at something Taehyung says.

His eyes constantly look for you and Nari in the pool. He has an air kiss war with Nari for a while before she gets distracted by one of the other kids, asking if they can drag her around the pool by her floaty.

You’re pretty sure it’s Jin’s daughter, around 8 or 9. Smiling you nod, telling her you’ll help her. You keep a stable hand on Nari’s circular underarm floaty as she giggles and splashes, tickled pink at being doted on. She’s the baby of the barbeque, so she’s been handed around and loved on so much, giving the whole crew a dose of baby fever.

“You know, we got special toys and a playmat for her. She’s never liked the water.”

At the sound of a woman’s voice you look over your shoulder to see Jin’s wife sitting on the edge of the pool, her feet dipped in the water. She’s beautiful, high cheekbones and kind eyes. She’s smiling, and it has a hint of knowing to it. She nods to the lawn next to the pool, and you see said playmat has been commandeered by the girls.

This gets her daughter’s attention and she jumps up and down excitedly in the shallow end of the pool where you’ve ended up.

“I’m going to go play with them for a little bit, okay Nana? I’ll come back and swim with you soon!” she gives Nari a quick kiss before speed walking to the grass after a stern warning from her mother not to run by the pool.

Nari watches, her eyes wide and curious, and you give her another kiss (she’s been absolutely smothered today). “You’ll be able to play with them soon, don’t worry little bug.”

She wiggles a little, curls in on herself like your kisses tickle before she’s giving you a wet kiss back, her chlorine hands grabbing at your cheeks. You laugh with her, finally turning back to Jin’s wife.

“I don’t know, maybe she just needed another push.”

She hums, getting fully in the water with you. She makes a ‘come hither’ motion with a wave of her hand, gesturing for you to push Nari across the water to her. The distance isn’t far so you do. You and her take turns pushing the baby back and forth and Nari loves it, soft giggles spilling from her lips as she lets her hands drag in the water.

“Jeongguk says you’re really good with her. That she really loves you.”

You feel yourself flush. “That’s sweet of him, but he’s the one that’s made her so good with people.”

She shakes her head, laughing. “Uh, she’s good with us. Kind of a nightmare for people she doesn’t like. She’s almost as picky as he is about who gets to be around her.”

Laughing with her, you speak playfully to the baby. “You? A nightmare? No way!”

Jin’s wife notices the blush, the way you brush off the comments and direct attention to other things, so as she passes Nari to you again, she says, “I get it, I don’t mean to make you uncomfortable. I just wanted you to know that I think he trusts you and cares about you a lot. Not that he tells me of course,” she chuckles, “That’s boy talk, but Jin’s got a big mouth.”

“No,” you assure her, “I appreciate it, thank you for telling me.”

Mindless chatter ensues, baby babbles sprinkled in, Nari giving her two cents, as everyone waits for the food. Your name is yelled across the backyard, and the familiar voice is welcomed, as you make sure Nari is in good hands before swimming to meet Jeongguk at the edge of the pool. He’s got a piece of meat on a fork.

“Taste?” he asks, squatting in front of you.

You open your mouth, and he’s about to plop it in before he brings it back at the last minute, blowing on it a little. You laugh, endeared. Probably a habit due to always making sure anything he lets Nari taste isn’t too hot. He presses it to his lips quickly to test the temperature, before the fork is at your lips again, his other hand underneath making sure it doesn’t fall.

You groan, tastebuds doing a happy dance on your tongue as you chew.

“So good,” you moan, mouth still full, “I love the sauce.”

“The aioli,” he says, playfully snobby.

You roll your eyes, swallowing finally. “Whatever. I love it.”

He’s got a sweet smile on his face as his eyes search yours. They linger on your lips, and you think he may kiss you, but instead he wipes his thumb on your bottom lip. You can see a little bit of the aioli on it when he brings it to his mouth, eye contact deliberate as he sucks it off. It’s a bit naughty for him. Always careful about ‘pda’. But his doe-eyes are twinkling and he’s trying not to laugh as he says, “I love it, too.”

Sure that he can feel the spike in the air, you narrow your eyes at him as you whisper, “You’re mean.”

He shrugs, pats your head. “Food’s ready, get baby. I’ll save you guys a seat.”

~~~

Everyone around the outside table groans. Hands are on bellies and arms are behind heads and buttons are undone after devouring the food. The kids table off to the side is conspiring on how to get dessert, and little Nari is just about knocked out in your lap, the bread of her cheek smushed against your chest as she nods off.

“Jk, the iron chef,” Jimin sighs, swirling his wine in his glass.

“For real, man…”

Compliments to the chef are spouted from everyone and Jeongguk humbly accepts. The conversation dwindles into something that is lulled and lazy, casual stories about the kids being traded. How Taehyung found his twin boys’ pee drawer. You cringe. How Yoongi and Jimin’s daughter said her first curse word at kindergarten and blamed it on her dad (the one with the potty-mouth… read: Yoongi). You laugh, carefully not to wake Nari.

One of the wives notices.

She coos, “Oh, looks like someone is tuckered out.”

Jeongguk glances at his daughter, brings a finger to her pushed out bottom lip and pulls it down a little, tiny bloop noises sounding when it snaps back into place. He’s evil.

Of course she groggily wakes up, grumpy and rotten as she screeches and groans, rubbing her face into your sternum. Her chubby foot kicks at her dad. He laughs a coo at her, and she just grunts, indignant and sleepy.

“Quit it,” you say, trying not to laugh at the scene.

He hums, shoulders shaking in amusement. “Let’s set up her sleeper,” he says to you before turning to Namjoon. “Can we set it up in the guest room?”

He nods. “You’ll be able to hear her if she wakes up?”

“Of course, we brought her sock monitor.”

“Sock monitor,” Jin scoffs humorously, “Wish they had those when Jiwoo was a baby…”

The voices taper off as you follow Jeongguk back into the house and after a pitstop in the foyer for the crib and baby bag you find yourself in a pretty decently sized bedroom. It’s furnished, but there’s enough space in the far corner for the sleeper.

You sit on the bed, sway back and forth with Nari still snoozing in your arms. You rest your cheek on her head, watching as Jeongguk quickly sets up her nap station. He looks strong, arms working as he snaps each piece into place. His thighs bulge a little, his swim shorts bunching and pulled taut over the muscle as he grabs her blanket and pig stuffie from the baby bag.

“She still sleeping?” he asks, once he’s finished.

You hum an affirmative, getting to your feet and walking over to him. He takes her, and gently lowers her in, staying near until he’s sure that the move didn’t wake her. She whimpers a little in her sleep and you quietly rustle through her bag until you find her paci. Nari quiets immediately, soft baby snores that sound more like tiny little sighs fill the room.

Jeongguk brushes her flyaways off her face, tucks the wispies behind her ear being careful not to snag on her tiny earring. He then turns to you and throws himself into your arms, slumping.

You groan under his weight, but embrace him nonetheless.

“She’s getting so big,” he whines.

“Turns 2 in like 2 months right?”

He nods, face in your neck.

“You gonna do anything for it?”

Sighing, he rights himself. He bends and gets the monitor sock, un-velcroing it as quietly as he can, and then does it up around Nari’s tiny foot as carefully as possible. She’s a pretty good sleeper, never really too fussy, but you can never be too careful. He then grabs his phone from the same bag, checking the connection on the app.

“Her mom was talking about maybe getting together for it,” he says, pocketing his cell and grabbing your hand. “We can do something though. If you want, you’re not obligated of course.”

Your smile is small, but you nod. “Of course I want to.”

His ex is something you both never really touch on. One of the only tense subjects between you two, the conversation always a little formal and stilted, but you get it. And it’s not your place to question him, or how he co-parents. Not your place to question what she would think if she knew about you, because you’re sure she doesn’t. Or else you probably would have been invited to the actual birthday party.

It’s cool. You get it.

You’re wandering aimlessly around the house, hand in hand, taking the well needed break away from the commotion outside. The company is great, just a lot, and you’ve wanted to get Jeongguk alone the whole afternoon. Now’s your chance and after the birthday talk, you could use a distraction.

He’s lazily showing around the downstairs bathroom when you take your chances.

“That’s the waterfall shower, the toilet- it has a bidet, how cool is that? That’s the tub, and- that’s the lock? What are you doing?” He whispers like he’s playfully scandalized by the way you lock the both of you inside.

You shrug innocently, as you step in front of him. Trailing your index finger between the slight dip between his pecs, down to the line between his abs, all the way to the light trail of hair that disappears into his shorts.

“Dunno… What am I doing?”

He hums like he’s thinking about it. “I think you’re being a bit suggestive…” he says quietly as he toys with the tie at your hip.

“Mmm,” you hum contemplative and teasing. You take a short step, closing the small distance between you and him. You wrap your arms around his neck, scratch at the short hairs at the nape of his neck. “What am I suggesting?”

Jeongguk’s so easy. He bends some, brushing his nose against your cheek, the hands at your hips already eagerly gripping and pulling you closer. Flush against him. His voice is soft, has a slight shake to it when he says back, “Not sure… tell me?”

You sigh, pleased, when he presses gentle, wet kisses to your neck. You whine a bit when he nips, his teeth sharp and quick. Eloquently you say, “Let’s have a quickie.”

Jeongguk snorts, a harsh laugh huffing into your skin. “Smooth.”

He’s teasing but his swimsuit doesn’t do much to hide how hard he’s getting, despite not even being touched yet. You change that, hand going down to cup him through the material.

“You wanna?” you purr, squeezing him.

He nods, finally kisses you. Slow and gentle. “Yeah,” he breathes against your mouth.

You kiss him with intention, then.

Tongues curl around each other and teeth click. Hands roam, bodies on fire despite the little clothing on your frames, the dip in the pool you had not too long ago. Jeongguk seems eager, kinda desperate as he breathes harshly against your lips, hands on your ass grabbing and kneading your cheeks in his big palms, pulling them apart a little as he presses his cock into your lower belly.

You moan when you feel how hard he is, when you feel how badly he wants you. Right here in one of his best friends' bathrooms. It makes you feel a little high, kind of dreamy as he backs himself to the counter, hooks one of your legs on his hip, forcing you to rest most of your weight on him, bracing yourself against his body.

With your legs now open, Jeongguk takes advantage of the way your pussy is right over his cock, rutting up into you, his hips moving hard and slow as he drags his length against you. You gasp, resting your head on his shoulder, eyes falling shut. Your acrylics grip at his shirt for a moment, basking in the way your clit is being teased. Pleasure making your whole body tingle.

“You’re so hard,” you whimper.

He makes a needy noise, sounding a little embarrassed as he urges you to look at him with a hand on your face. He watches you, as your brows turn up every time you feel the tip of his cock. Your mouth falls open, a silent moan, and he knows you’re trying so hard to be quiet. It makes him throb, jerk against your cunt.

“You’re being so good,” he praises.

Your eyes flutter a little, rolling back some as you nod.

He kisses you again, rougher this time. Your mouths stay attached as you finally free him from the stiff material of his trunks, pushing and pulling his foreskin over his tip. He has to break the kiss so he can moan, so he can look down at your tiny hand wrapped around him, fingers not even able to wrap all the way around.

“__,” he sighs.

You’re mouthing at his neck while you pump, a questioning noise being hummed into the column of his throat.

“You know how… how I’m gonna be gone for... like a week? For that business trip?” His sentence is broken up by lewd groans.

You tell him you know, distracted by the nasty clicking noises that color the air on every upstroke.

He stays quiet for a moment, tensed in your hands. Then he speaks in that unsure voice that he takes when he asks about something he’s not sure your response will be.

“You can say no… but I just- want you, even when I’m by myself… when I can’t actually have you...”

Gently, he pushes your leg off his hip, and reaches into his pocket.

That’s when you get it.

He pulls his phone out, looks at you a little nervously. His cheeks rosy and flushed. You’re pretty sure your pussy floods your bikini bottoms. Jeongguk wants you so fucking badly that he wants to record you, because he can’t go without you- not even for a single week. He could watch porn, jerk off to the thought of you, could even get someone else because you wouldn’t ever find out. But no.

He just wants you.

“Yes,” you say quickly.

Jeongguk beams, both his hands coming to cup your face- phone and all -as he kisses you. Quick, sweet kisses until he rests his forehead on yours, his breaths hot on your face as he lets himself fuck into your palm for just a moment.

“Will you suck me, baby?” he whispers.

And fuck his voice has that tremble to it, like he’s so turned on he can barely contain it. You nod in his hands.

“Gag on it a little? Hmm?”

“Yeah, whatever you want, Jeongguk.”

And that’s how you find yourself on your knees of a bathroom floor, Jeongguk’s fat cock in your mouth, his phone recording every tear that leaks from the corner of your eyes, every gag that reverberates when his leaking tip nudges the back of your throat, every gasp you take when you pull off. The spit slick sounds that echo as you jerk him off while you catch your breath.

His phone catches the choked moans that he can’t keep in, your mouth too wet, too hot around his cock. It catches all the dirty, salacious requests he asks you.

“Lick my balls,” he whispers.

And you do. With one of your hands you jerk his cock, as you look up at him. Part of your face is covered by his cock as you lap at his balls, relishing in the way he spreads his legs a little wider, wanting to feel as good as possible.

“That spot behind my balls- yeah, fuck-”

You bring your free hand up and press two fingers into his taint, massaging lightly stimulating his prostate from the outside, while still stroking and licking him. His cock pulses in your hold and you feel when a little drop of precum dribbles to your hand that’s working over his length. You moan and rub your thighs together.

He doesn’t ask for this often but you love it when he does. You love the way he gets so breathy, so airy with his noises. How his chest stutters with short inhales until he finally releases and exhales with long groans, sometimes light whines.

Right now, his head falls back as he exhales one of those deep groans, before he looks down at you again, adjusts the camera a little, eyes so dark and heavy just dripping with lust and arousal as you make him feel so, so good.

“Don’t make me cum, wanna fuck you,” he murmurs.

It’s almost like a warning, telling you to stop because he knows he won’t be able to do it himself, the buzz thrumming through his body too blissful for him to willingly cut it off, put it to an end.

You listen to him, one last long lick from his balls to his tip, before you’re standing, hopping onto the counter. Spreading your legs, you invite Jeongguk between them.

He’s still filming, angles his phone down as he presses the thumb of his free hand in between your pussy lips over your bottoms. He kisses you while he touches you, swallowing the little whimpers you make, makes sure the shot is right when you start to rock your pussy into his touch.

Trailing his fingers from your hidden slit to the knot keeping your bikini on, he gives you a quick glance, before pulling it. He hooks a single finger under the fabric, and drags it down until your perfect, little cunt is bare.

Bending down some, Jeongguk brings his phone closer to your pussy. It’s hairless, and smooth. Pussy lips puffy. When he spreads you open, your wet center gleaming on camera, you whine, closing your legs slightly.

You’ve gotten over your shyness with him, but having a pussy close up is foreign enough for you to get bashful. But he just shushes you, coaxes your legs open again.

“Have the prettiest pussy,” he tells you, as his index finger barely pushes inside. “Can’t wait to get my cock in here…”

Something seems to click at Jeongguk’s words. He stops the video and looks up at you with his expression pained.

“What?” you ask, kinda of out of it, drunk on arousal.

All he says is, “Condom.”

Your face falls. “Are there any in the bag?”

He shakes his head. “ You packed it, and I didn’t add any. Didn’t think we would need them.”

Normally you wouldn’t push him, would settle for sucking his cock, drinking his cum. Would be good with him eating you out, cumming all over his tongue. But your pussy aches, you're not sure anything but his thick cock filling you up will suffice this time.

“Well, we don’t need them…” you whisper.

“__…” He gives you a stern look. You feel his cock kick, though, where it rests against your thigh.

“Please,” you beg, hand going to his cock stroking it over your tummy. “I have the IUD, it’s like 99% effective I’m pretty sure-”

“Pretty sure isn’t convincing-”

“I’m really sure,” you say, “I need it.”

He looks like he’s fighting with himself. Weighing the pros and cons of fucking you raw for the first time. Feeling your tight cunt sucking him in every time he pulls out, no barrier between you.

He grips the base of his cock and you sigh relieved as he wordlessly slips his tip between your folds.

You hold his gaze as he starts to push in. His mouth falls open when your pussy swallows his tip, and when he reaches the hilt, you let out the softest cry, both of you gasping into each other's mouth at the first swift thrust he rocks into you.

“Thank you,” you breathe.

Jeongguk sucks in a sharp breath. Holds his hips still as his eyes squeeze shut for the briefest of moments before his hips start to move again. You’re overwhelming, he’s never been with someone who he’s had such strong chemistry with, someone who knows exactly how to please him, someone who he knows exactly how to please.

It’s only a few thrusts into you later that Jeongguk is groaning, pushing one of your legs back so he can see your slick on his cock every time he pulls out. “Fuck, this was a bad idea…”

You shake your head, eyes closed. “No I love it like this, can feel you so much better.”

He moans, presses his cock in as far as he can, hips right up against you. “Yeah, that’s why,” he sighs, “never gonna wanna use a condom again.”

The smile that plays on your lips is wicked. “Then don’t.”

Jeongguk laughs breathlessly, fucks you a little faster as he brings a hand up to your face. He loves looking at you while he’s inside you, watching as your features shift whenever he hits that spot. “Be good,” he tells you.

You listen to him, not because you want to, but because you can’t think coherently with his cock inside you. It’s slow, the noises in the bathroom echoed and loud, slapping skin not an option today, but god. He moves his hips into you perfectly, the head of his cock rubbing on your g-spot everytime he pushes inside of you, the drag of his swollen tip against your walls is dizzying.

He knows how to fuck you so well, having come to know your body almost as well as you do with how many times you’ve sat on his cock, how many times he’s plowed into you, how many times he’s coaxed leg shaking orgasms from your body with nothing but his cock. He knows that you like it when he gets a hold of your tits, when he flicks your nipples with the pads of his thumbs, so he finally moves your bikini top out of the way, does exactly that and he smiles when you arch into his touch.

The scolding he gives you when you accidentally knock the soap bottle over is playful. “Careful,” he whispers.

“Sorry,” you pant. When he tells you to keep it down normally, you usually have a little bit of leeway. But you don’t have that here. You know that you are a guest in the home and that this is your first time meeting everyone. You know that tainting the barbeque with sex noises is probably a bad first impression. That’s hard to remember, however, when Jeongguk fucks like he does.

He coos, his hips speeding up some. “No, don’t be sorry. So perfect. So good,” he sighs, “best I’ve ever had.”

“Just a little faster,” you plead.

The first time he fucked you, he told you he would give you whatever you wanted, and he’s never not done that. So he picks up his pace, one hand squeezing at your tits, the other at the meat of your inner thigh, and he feels how you tighten around his cock, pussy pulsing.

“Like that,” you sob.

“You have to be quiet, baby,” he pants, sweat dripping down his temple.

Like he spoke it into existence, footsteps sound outside the door. He doesn’t know how long it’s been since you both put Nari down, but it sounds like everyone is coming in from outside. Distant chatter echoes through the thin walls, the thin wood of the bathroom door. Whoever was outside seems to have just been passing by, but it lights the fire.

“Gonna make you cum,” Jeongguk tells you.

You try to respond, but the fast pace of hips knocks the breath out of you, knocks the words right out of your mouth. Your hands scramble on the counter, trying to support yourself, but its hard when he just feels so fucking good inside of you.

The slaps that start to sound are thankfully muted by the material of your swimsuit still halfway tied on, because Jeongguk doesn’t slow down, doesn’t falter a bit as he jackhammers his cock into your tiny cunt, deeming time a more pressing limitation than volume.

The frantic pace of his thrusts is an almost constant pressure on that magic, euphoric spot in your pussy. The pressure bleeds to pleasure and your arms and legs begin to shake, as your eyes are water from the effort to keep your moans silent, but you don’t know how much more you can take, if you’ll be able to keep quiet as he makes you cum on his cock.

“Can I cum?” you whisper, words fast and jumbled.

Jeongguk nods, swears as he keeps plowing his cock into you over and over again.

“Cover my mouth, cover my mouth,” you tell him, lewd urgency lacing your tone. “Oh my god, I’m gonna cum-”

The way that you look and sound when you’re about to finish with his hand over your mouth is wet dream material. Your brows are pinched, almost worried looking as you nod, letting him know that you’re there. The moans that you can’t keep in are muffled and desperate sounding under his palm, and jesus fucking christ Jeongguk can’t keep looking at you when you look like that or he’ll cum before you even get the chance to.

He leans forward, presses his face into your cheek. “C’mon, cum for me baby,” he encourages. Demanding yet so sweet as he takes what he wants from you.

You shake in his hold when you do as he says. Muffled moans turn to muffled cries as he fucks you through it, as he keeps his fat cock thrusting in and out of your convulsing cunt.

“That’s it. That’s my good girl-” Jeongguk, whispers before he buries his face into your neck.

After cumming your pussy always gets so warm, so swollen and tight and wet on the inside. And he knows he should pull out, shouldn’t risk cumming inside of you, but he feels like he physically can’t pull out. Like it would be a crime to not paint your insides white, just this once. The instinctual urge to bury his cock inside of you wins out as he loses control of his hips.

“Gonna cum inside,” he warns you.

The way you shiver in his hold at his words, just spurs him on more knowing that you crave it as much as he does. When he moves his hand from your mouth you immediately say a soft, delirious, “Please.”

He’s always had a thing for begging but that single word has never sounded as good as it does when you say with his cock buried inside of you. You sound drunk on him, on the way he fucks you and touches you and takes care of you. It only takes a few more frenzied pumps of his cock until he’s spilling inside of you, barely audible, gasped moans filling your ears.

The afterglow is short lived. The blaring knock on the door makes sure of that.

“You guys are sick, there are children in the house.”

It’s Hoseok. Because of course it is.

Jeongguk just groans, and when there are retreating footsteps outside the door, you finally let yourself laugh.

“Do you think anyone else heard?”

“God I hope not, I’ll never hear the end of it.”

“They didn’t hear the end of it either…” you tease.

Jeongguk puffs out a lazy laugh, his softening cock slipping out as he backs up. He looks down at your swollen pussy, sees the little drops of leaking cum. He takes his index finger and gathers it before pushing it back in.

“Bold,” you say, with a quirked brow.

He rolls his eyes. “Are you staying for dinner after we head back?”

His subject change makes you chuckle incredulously, but still you nod. “Sure, I don’t have work tomorrow.”

“Oh, so you’re staying the night?” he asks cheekily.

It’s your turn to roll your eyes, as if you weren’t hoping he would ask.

~~~

When you wake up in his bed, Jeongguk isn’t on the right side like he usually is. Instead, there’s a note letting you know that he’s in Nari’s room with her because she was fussy, along with a plan b and some flowers.

~~~

helloooo!! long time no see im so sorry for the lack of content im having horrible writers block 😁 but anyway~~ dilf jk!! hopefully the wait for part two was worth it, and that you liked it <3 if you did, pls pls reblog, like, comment, share, send an ask >.< feedback is so appreciated and i love talking to u guys <33 smooches cuties 😚 series masterlist, pt 1, pt 2, pt 3

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the most beautiful girl i’ve ever known- jung hoseok

boyfriend! hobi x chubby! reader- one shot !

word count: 2.3k

genre: angst

synopsis: you’ve always struggled with confidence- it’s simply part of who you are. always the chubby student in the class, always the one wearing pants instead of a mini skirt. as an adult, you tried to make peace with it, but after a horrible run in with your coworker, you feel like you just can’t do it anymore- at least, until your boyfriend takes things into his own hands. hoseok’s determined to get you to realize your own beauty, and he’ll do anything for that to happen.

warnings: body-shaming, work harassment, swearing, minor arguing

a/n: wow, first bts fic, here we go...

this fic was requested by a sweet anon- and if they’re reading this, i hope i did the request justice! i think i did well, though i tried to treat the topic with love and respect.

i hope everyone enjoys <333

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your apartment building’s elevator makes a polite dinging noise as the doors slide smoothly shut- and for the second time since they opened, you thank god the small space is empty.

elevators are generally silent places, but now the box is filled with the sound of your rushed, uneven breathing. you rotate so your back is pressed into the corner of the moving elevator, pressing a hand to your face. hot, silent tears stream down your cheeks. your thoughts are a jumbled mess:

god, how embarrassing. crying in a public elevator. anyone could walk in right now.

you try to take a stabilizing breath- but you quickly realize the attempt was in vain. your inhale causes you to hiccup and choke, making you cry even harder. you bury your face in your hands, wondering what you’d done to deserve this.

‘why this body? why?’ you think to yourself. it was a thought that came all too quickly, and one you were familiar with.

you don’t think you were ugly, not necessarily- but you certainly don’t think you were desirable, either. being overweight had always had that effect- not complete hopelessness, but a serious lack of overall confidence. and it’s not like you can help it- you try your best to stay healthy, but genetics do what genetics do. so you are overweight. some days, that fact it didn’t bug you- but today was not one of those days.

in the moment, you feel yourself reach up down and clutch at your own arms, squeezing the soft flesh. you groan quietly, unwillingly reliving what had caused this spiral in the first place.

one hour ago:

you had begun the day in a positive mood, really- but that had all gone to shit once the work day began.

you had a new coworker- mr. lee. he wasn’t your superior, but he liked to be called by his surname, apparently. he’d been hired on a whim two weeks ago, when the company lost the long time employee that previously held mr. lee’s position.

the man, though being probably a decade your senior, had a childlike way of going about the work day. he laughed at things that weren’t funny, and tried to make conversation even when you had your earbuds in.

you hated him, naturally.

he was just too much. over-caffeinated, controlling, and immature- basically everything you despised in a peer.

however- or up until today, at least- you’d been able to tolerate him. but while you were on lunch break, mr. lee drew the last straw with you.

he’d walked into the breakroom, already making too much noise. he was humming, and tapping his foot, and running the microwave, all at the same time. and, unfortunately, you were the only other person in the room- so he made a beeline straight for you.

“afternoon, peach!” he’d said. you hated the nickname, and had no idea of its origins.

“hi,” you grumbled, staring down at your food.

“i didn’t see you come in this morning.”

you made a noncommittal noise. “got here early.”

“right.” the man replied.

a beat passed, and the two of you settled into a stiff silence, only disrupted by the sound of your eating.

and finally, the vulture had a point of interest.

“you really gonna eat all that?” he’d said, looking pointedly down at your meal.

you’d frowned at the comment, and dodged the question. “why do you ask?” you’d replied.

“well, you know. didn’t think a girl like you would need all of that, right?”

you set your fork down, trying to keep your breathing even. before you had been able to come up with an answer, though, he’d continued:

“i mean, you should be trying to lose weight.” he leaned into the word ‘lose’, as if speaking to a child.

you remember your anger had begun to dissipate, quickly replaced by offence and sadness. you’d stood up quickly, grabbing at your things so you could leave.

mr. lee had frowned at your reaction. “come on now,” he’d said. “there’s no need to feel upset, i’m only being honest with you. you don’t want me to lie, do you? you’re fat, you may as well know.”

you spun on him. “and what’s so wrong with being fat?”

before he could supply you with an answer (which he surely thought he had) you’d stormed out of the room and requested the afternoon off.

and now here you are.

you stumble a bit on your way out of the elevator, cursing as you nearly drop your bag. when you finally make it to your door, it takes three tries to get the code correct.

you sigh heavily as the door to your apartment swings open. to your surprise, you find the lights still on, and it takes you a moment to realize why.

it’s friday.

hoseok had the day off.

shit.

you kick off your shoes and shut the door quickly, abandoning any efforts to be quiet. your own sniffles seem loud as you scramble to shut yourself in the hallway bathroom. you don’t want him to see you like this- crying, puffy, and chubby as usual.

right as you slam the bathroom door shut, you hear his voice.

“y/n?”

you grimace, clamping a hand over your mouth to stifle the sounds of your crying.

“y/n-ah, is that you?”

you hear your boyfriend pad into the hallway, and his steps falter when he discovers your belongings strewn about by the front door. there’s a pause, then the footsteps continue to the bathroom door- where, on the other side, you’re slumped against the cabinets.

hoseok knocks gently. “y/n? love, are you alright? i thought you worked until five today...”

when you don’t answer, he continues. “are you sick?”

you squeeze your eyes shut, and a small sob tears its way out of your mouth.

you can tell your boyfriend heard it, because his voice becomes even more frantic. “y/n?” he says, leaning against the door.

oh, hoseok. sweet, innocent hoseok. he was always so kind to you. you remember the day when he first asked you out- you’d been convinced it was a prank at first, but when you realized he was being genuine, you’d fallen for him instantly. now, you know that genuine was all hobi ever was.

he’d never called you fat. it had crossed your mind, of course- whether or not your size bugged him, or if he had to defend you to his friends- but whenever you’d been brave enough to ask about it, hoseok would always respond with: “of course not, my love, you’re beautiful.”

you’d never pushed it, though now you realize you always wanted to.

now you remove your hand from your mouth, taking a shaky breath. your voice trembles as you finally respond: ‘”i’m okay, i’m- i’m not sick or anything.”

you hear your boyfriend’s body slide down the length of the door, ultimately settling on the ground in front of it. you lean forward so your head is pressed against the wood- the two of you are sitting face to face, with only the closed door keeping you apart.

“y/n-ah, talk to me.” hoseok says. “please.”

your shoulders shake as another wave of tears crashes over you. “i’m sorry,” you manage. “i’m just- i’m not feeling very good right now.”

you can tell hobi’s face is pressed into the door from how close his voice sounds. his words are tinged with distress. “what happened?”

you sigh, overwhelmed with shame and anger. you don’t want to tell him- but of course, you know you have to anyways. if for anything, just to wipe the sad curiosity out of his voice.

“you remember- do you remember how i have that awful new coworker?” you croak.

there was a pause, then: “the older one?”

“yeah. he’s annoying. and rude.”

“okay, yeah. i remember.” hoseok says quietly, urging you to continue.

you inhale slowly. “he just- he said some things to me today, and i-”

hobi interrupts you suddenly, his tone having gone sharp. “what kind of things?”

you pause. “he said... things about my body. he said i needed to lose weight.”

hoseok says nothing, which is always worrisome. you can practically feel his emotions through the solid wooden door- a chaotic mix of distress, concern, and red-hot fury.

after a moment, your boyfriend speaks up. “y/n-ah.”

you hum dully in response.

“can you please open the door?”

you frown, but decide not to fight it. you know he’s only trying to help. so you reach up and scoot back a few feet so that the door can open inwards. hoseok, who had been so faithfully slumped on the other side, shuffles inside the small bathroom, still on his knees.

when he meets your eyes, you can see his heartbreak, and he can see yours. without any hesitation, he reaches forward and takes your face in his hands, softly caressing your tear-streaked cheeks.

you lean into his touch, allowing your body to fall forward into his. he slips an arm around your abdomen in support.

a few minutes pass without speaking, the air filled only with the sounds of hobi’s hand running over your back, and your laboured breathing.

finally, your counterpart speaks up. “y/n- is that all he said? the one thing?”

he places his hand on your jaw to lift your face away from his chest, wanting to meet your eyes.

you sigh, pulling away. “no, he- he told me that i should eat less, and that-” your breath catches. “well, he said i was fat.”

hoseok’s jaw clenches, and you shift in his arms. “what?” you whisper.

his eyes are aflame when he responds. “why would he say those things to you? i just- why did he think he’d have any right?”

you look away. “i don’t know. male workplace entitlement.”

hobi gives a wry chuckle. “that’s no excuse.”

“i know.”

“we’ll report him, alright? i will, if you won’t. that’s no way to be speaking to coworkers.”

you nod vaguely as hobi runs his hands up and down your arms. trapped underneath you, your right foot begin to fall asleep.

“baby?” your boyfriend asks after a minute.

“do you think he’s right?” you burst, eyes burning. “do you think i need to lose weight?”

hoseok’s face falls, and he grasps at your wrists. “y/n,” he starts.

“no,” you interrupt. “really, hoseok. i- i’m not enough for you, am i? i don’t know why you stay with me. you’re way out of my league.”

“y/n!” hobi snaps. his tone is suddenly sharp.

you shut your mouth, already regretting your words.

“my love.” hoseok whispers, his voice breaking. “how could you say that?”

you choke on a dry sob, unable to answer.

your boyfriend’s eyes search your face, desperate for an answer that isn’t there. “how could you ever think that you aren’t good enough? and- what, just because you aren’t skinny?”

you look down at the floor as he continues, blinking rapidly. the tears really won’t stop.

“that’s a silly way to think.” hoseok says quietly. “and i know that for a fact, y/n. because you are the most beautiful girl i’ve ever known. and you always will be, no matter how big you are. you could be four sizes smaller, or four sizes larger, and i would love you all the same.”

you burrow your face further into his chest. “you mean it?” your voice comes out in a whimper.

“absolutely.” he says, not hesitating. “there is no version of events where you aren’t good enough for me. you’re too good for me, honestly. sometimes i think you deserve better.”

you pull away now, frowning. “that’s not true.”

“why not?”

“well,” you falter. “because i love you. and i chose you. i chose you because i love you, and i don’t want anybody else.”

above you, hoseok smiles gently, waiting for you to hear your own words.

the realization hits, and you understand suddenly. he wanted you to say that, to hear it from yourself.

“oh,” you whisper.

“now do you get it?”

you sniffle, grateful that your tears have mostly subsided. “yeah,” you mumble. “i get it.”

“good.” hobi pauses. “i love you, y/n. and it doesn’t matter what anyone else says about you, because you’re gorgeous, and you’re important. and you will never be defined by your body. i’ll call your office and report that awful guy, alright?”

you nod silently.

“okay.” he says, nudging your arm. “now how about you get cleaned up? since you’re home early we can spend the whole evening together if you’d like.”

you perk up at that. “oh- yes, i want to.”

hoseok smiles. “i thought so. here-” he rises to his feet, extending a hand to help you. you take it, placing your palm in his. he lifts you to standing, then smiles again.

“don’t worry, my love. i’ll fix your mood right up. i even have some sample tracks i could show you!”

you smile gently. “that sounds nice.”

as he turns to leave, you clear your throat. “hoseok.”

he turns quickly, eyebrows raised. “hmm?”

you gesture for him to come closer, and as soon as he’s in arm’s reach, you lean over and kiss him.

it’s a gentle kiss, really. a kiss that says i love you, and a kiss that says thank you, for everything.

hoseok hums into your mouth, hands quickly finding your waist. you lean into him, body and mind buzzing. kissing hoseok is your favorite, because each time is just a little different.

your hands find his hair, and you smile against his mouth. you can feel him smile back.

he kisses you for just a moment longer, then pulls away.

he rests his forehead on yours, sighing lightly.

and you know that you have never felt more loved, more beautiful, more safe, then you do in that moment, with him.

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lesbian-vmin · 2 years

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Ppyong 220416 Vlive (Hope + Tae + Min + Kook) [Real this time + Vmin Focus]

All right. I had fun with the last analysis of this (x), which includes timestamps of practically everything I will talk about in here, so I'm not doing those again. Anyway, I want to be real with you guys, and actually do a Vmin analysis of this video some justice. You hear? (Below the cut)

In my last analysis, I really played around too much, and barely anything I said in there could be taken seriously. For that, I sort of apologize, but I also just wanted to have a fun light-hearted post where I could kind of focus on everything I wanted to in there. I had some Vmin moments, yeah, but I didn't have to set Hobi aside to do it. It was kind of just me reinterpreting my live reaction (a little more playfully) for you guys...in text form because I'll never do react videos.

This time, however, I'll get a little more into the vmin. I know we're all here because we're BTS fans first and foremost, but I can't deny my vmin friends some real and genuine vmin talk. So, if there are moments that seem like I'm setting Hobi aside in here, please view the original analysis. Because that's a lot closer to how I interpret BTS content when I watch it for BTS. When I'm analyzing it for Vmin, I have to, you know, focus on Vmin a little more.

Also, Hobi is my absolute fave, so don't come at me for "ignoring" him because I can assure you he has my full and undivided attention 98% of the time when I'm viewing any BTS content (even if he's not there lmao "where's Hobi? this would be better with Hobi.").

I feel like that's enough of a disclaimer, so let's get into it! Oh. And one more thing. This is a more serious, non-shippy analysis, so if you're looking for me to point out "proofs" in here, sorry. It's not happening. Although I may talk about potential here, that's not what this is about.

Let's talk about these two besties. When the live starts, we don't know that Chim is a part of it. We've already seen Hobi (particularly if you're watching the VOD and not relating to when it was actually live), so we know that he's going to be in there. It's not really until Jimin actually makes a sound and gets up into the camera's view that we know he's there. It's a nice little surprise. Even though Hobi is there, we have been waiting for a vmin live for a while. Even if there are other members involved, it's always nice to see Tae and Chim together. There's just something so comforting about them, and maybe it's simply how comfortable they are around each other.

Anyway, the nice thing about this live is that there's nothing really big that happens here, but it says so much about their friendship. There are so many little things here and there that kind of remind us how much they care about each other and how well they know each other.

There's the little moment where Taehyung tries to put some food on Jimin's plate, but there's no plate for him to place the food. It's possible that he may have been doing something else, if you really want to stretch away from anything related to vmin. He could have been wanting to dip the food in something? He could have wanted to do something else with it? But that all seems a little farfetched since he pretty much knew where the things were on the table, and turned directly into the direction of Jimin's plate. This moment seemed to stick out to me because it sort of shows how genuine this action is for them. We see it all the time where they are taking care of each other, making sure the other has food, and giving them eating utensils. Yeah, we see it with all the members, but I've noticed (possibly biasedly) that it's a thing for vmin. Like, they actively do it for each other all the time. Seeing it happen in this natural setting sort of solidifies how natural this sort of thing is for them. Did you see Tae putting food on Hobi's plate? I think not. (Well, he may have. I don't have time to rewatch every moment of the live again, so forgive me if I've missed that.)

This food thing isn't anything significant in terms of proving a relationship between the two. It's just an example of how they always seem to look out for each other and take care of each other. Since we see the same kind of behavior between all the members, it doesn't appear to be anything specifically romantic. Even if there could be romantic tones when it's between them specifically, this in itself isn't anything more than just a friend taking care of a friend as far as we know. But seriously. It doesn't change how sweet it is to see all the time.

There was a couple of times in the video that vmin seemed to be communicating in ways that we'll probably never understand. They have to have some sort of telepathy. There are timestamps in the other post, so I won't point out specific times here. However, we have the moment when they both sort of looked at each other and laughed about something. I may just not be able to understand something that's going on here, but at least I'm not alone. Hobi also seems confused about what they're laughing about.

Then we have the moment when Chim is looking at Tae, and Tae acts as though he can literally feel Chim's gaze on him. That is timestamped in the original analysis also.

Those two little moments there are pretty clear indicators of the level of understanding between vmin. First of all, Hobi didn't even seem to understand what was going on. If he can't understand (which he's pretty close to them and lived with them for several years), then I really don't think any fans can begin to understand.

I feel like there have been a few times vmin have stated that they barely even have to use words to understand each other anymore, and I think there's plenty of moments all over the place that sort of indicate that. Such as these here.

Anywho, there's other moments like where Chim was sharing Tae's spoon while eating the ice cream. Those moments are cute, but I want to move on and talk about the bathroom moment in particular. (Mostly because I feel like this becomes too tedious if I list every moment that happened between them.)

So. We have that bathroom moment. Where Jimin decides that he's going to go to the bathroom, and Tae decides that he's going to go, too.

Now, in my original analysis, I kind of hit this topic pretty lightly. Because it a mostly playful analysis as I got back into things, and I didn't want anything from analysis to go wrong. It was my first new content analysis in a while. In like a year.

What did I say in the original? That Tae may have been wanting to go to a different restroom or something? Well, let's talk about something else.

On one hand, you may be thinking that Tae had something else *eyebrow wiggles* in mind when he said that he was going to go to the bathroom with Chim. However, I don't really think that's the case. They're in the middle of a live here, so I honestly don't think the plan is to go on anything promiscuous, you know?

It is completely possible that Tae actually needed to go to the bathroom, too. He could have wanted to return to his own room to use the bathroom, but if he's willing to go to that extent because he actually needs to go, I don't see why he wouldn't have just thought to wait for Jimin to get done in the first place? It's not like he needed to go that bad. He ended up not going at all.

I don't really know what to say about that moment, but it really feels like there's something there. Not something hinting at anything kind of something. Just a something that's a little like "why though?" You know what I mean?

I get that they're friends, and I get that they like to spend time together. But I don't really get the need to go to the bathroom with your friend. I mean. Maybe. I do it sometimes if we're having a conversation, and we want to continue. But the conversation was with the armys. Not between them. It wasn't personal time. Not really.

Also the way Taehyung rolled his eyes when Jimin told him no? Like, it sort of felt like something along the lines of, "This is totally normal for us, but hey, we're live. I get it. I don't agree, but I get it." You know?

Jimin didn't sound any type of way? when told Taehyung not to go too (go with him?). And Tae, other than a hard eye roll, barely reacted to the rejection. So...I don't know. I feel like that just shows how normal it is for them to do stuff like that, but that Jimin doesn't necessarily feel it's appropriate to do on live...

Oh well.

On another note, I can't help but feel like this did sort of feel like a "vmin" live + Hobi. I'm not saying that Hobi was just there. They talk to him, he took part in the live, and there was a full few minutes of Jimin and Hobi talking on the couch while Taehyung was in his own little uniweverse. Despite the full on Hobi engagement, there were some things that did feel a little like Hobi was just sort of letting them have their little live time together.

Which does beg the question about the lack of vmin vlives. But let's not go there.

Anyway, that's pretty much all I wanted to say about this. I can get into really shippy things if I want to, but I didn't want to make this too shippy. I've noticed the behavior in my askbox gets a little toxic if I try to make something too shippy, and I also just want to talk about things honestly, too. The real things that we can confirm, and just the things we can ponder about.

Not really sure what direction this blog is taking from here. I'll still be talking about vmin a lot, but I don't know.

Maybe I'll just decide things to talk about. Maybe I'll let engagement decide my content flow. Regardless, I'm back and here to stay for a while, so...enjoy! Maybe you'll stick around and keep reading, even if I'm trying to be less shippy (not that I thought I was much shippy to begin with, but yeah...)

Also. This turned out longer than I thought. I'm sorry.

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yonkimint · 3 years

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Always [Hobi x Reader] - 30

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“Thank you, Kim Namjoon! What a lovely speech!” the DJ says, taking the mic back from Namjoon. Everyone is clapping and raising their champagne flutes in celebration of the grooms who are all bright eyes and wide smiles in their crisp white tuxes up at the front of the room.

You sit to Jimin’s left, gulping from your own flute, and praying that when the DJ calls you up to deliver a speech of your own, you don’t screw it up. Namjoon settles back into his seat to the right of Tae and leans around the grooms to give you a thumbs up.

Your stomach drops.

“And now we’ll hear from the other best man, Jeon y/n!”

You rise to your feet, feeling the eyes of every wedding guest fall on you, and try not to trip as you make your way over to the mic. The high heels aren’t helping and you stumble once but you can blame that on the alcohol. How many glasses have you had now? It’s hard to keep track.

The DJ passes the mic off to you and you grasp it with a small bow in his direction before he fades out of the spotlight. Now that you’re alone in front of all of Jimin and Tae’s friends and family — your friends and family too — the jitters really start to take hold.

You take a deep, steadying breath and search the crowd for the one person who can calm you down even from across a room. He’s waiting for you, a goofy, encouraging grin already plastered across his face, his warm eyes curved in little half smiles of their own.

You grip the mic a little tighter as your anxiety starts to slip away.

“Some of you are probably wondering what the heck I’m doing at this wedding,” you say. A nervous chuckle rings around the room. You laugh too and chance a glance at Tae and Jimin. They’re smiling but you can tell they haven’t relaxed yet. This is the hardest thing they have asked you to do in the entire wedding: speak to their love and happiness when they ripped away yours.

“Don’t worry, you can laugh,” you assure everyone, “I’ve been wondering what the heck I’m doing here too!”

You wink at Jimin and Tae before launching into the speech you’ve prepared. They suck in a sharp breath but there’s no going back now.

“I have been best friends with Jimin since I popped out of the womb basically — don’t tell my twin though cause he might get offended! Sorry, Kookie!” you call, casting an apologetic glance to your brother.

“It’s fine!” he yells back from his seat between Hobi and your mother, “Always knew you were a traitor!”

The reception hall erupts in laughter when your mom gasps and swats at him and you feel everyone start to relax finally.

“Anyway, I knew that Jimin and I were friends from day one because my dad captured our meeting on video and the very first thing Jimin said when he saw me was ‘yuck!’ and then he refused to let even my mom hold me,” you explain with a laugh, “So it’s no surprise that we always planned to be in each other’s weddings.

“And Taehyung, as many of you know, I have loved for a very long time too! Unfortunately, I wasn’t around to see their relationship flourish over these last five years but here’s what I can tell you about these boys. They love fiercely and passionately and I don’t think there is a single force on this earth that could tear them apart — and you can trust me because I have tried!

“But I think it’s pretty obvious to anyone who has met them how perfect they are for each other. They are both so driven, so full of life, and so in love. And, I’ll be honest, I wasn’t super thrilled when I found out just how in love they were five years ago and I was even less thrilled when Jimin asked me to be his best man a few months ago BUT just look at them!

“Don’t you see them and just hope you find someone who looks at you the way they look at each other?” you ask.

And while the whole reception turns to look at Tae and Jimin, you train your eyes on Hobi. You expect him to be looking toward the happy couple as well but his eyes never stray from your face. Your cheeks flush and you smile shyly.

“I love you,” he mouths. Something about the earnest expression on his face, or maybe it’s the soft yellow light dappling his skin, makes your knees knock together. Maybe it’s just him. Maybe it’s just that you know he means he’s in love with you. Maybe it’s that you’re in love with him too actually.

Whatever it is, you scrunch your nose at him. You can’t respond to him in the middle of your speech and he knows it and it’s not fair. His shoulders shake with his laughter but you can be patient. You plan on having the last laugh.

“And since I don’t think I can do their love justice in words alone,” you say into the mic as everyone turns their attention back to you, “I’ve gotten permission from one of the grooms to commemorate it in song.”

You wink at Tae who is already laughing. You had waited until late last night to ask him if this would be okay and he had agreed before you could even finish the request.

Jimin’s look of confusion is priceless and when you glance around the room at the other boys, you can’t help but giggle. Namjoon is shocked. Yoongi’s lips have puckered disapprovingly and Jin is rolling his eyes. Jungkook looks mildly curious. But it is Hobi’s reaction that you save for last.

He looks so worried. And that makes you laugh hardest.

“Bring in the drag loving orphans,” you shout and two servers open the doors to the kitchen to let five small children dressed in varying Dolly Parton costumes weave their way through the tables until they stand in the spotlight with you.

The whole hall is in chaos.

“Tae, Jimin,” you say, “to your love!”

You lift your glass half full of champagne, down it in one swallow, and then you start to sing, “If I… should stay…”

As you sing, the “orphans” begin to pull guests out onto the dance floor. Tae and Jimin, the first among them. From the corner of your eye, you see Namjoon make his way over to Jin and you fight the urge to cheer when Jin nods in answer to a question you can’t hear and lets Joon lead him onto the dance floor too.

Jungkook has grabbed your mom and is spinning her around the room. Yoongi looks amused but does not get up from his table, maybe in solidarity with Hobi who is so shocked that he looks like he’s paralyzed.

And it’s into Hobi’s eyes that you look as you sing the final notes of the song.

“Darling, I love you. I’ll always, I’ll always love you.”

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btsmosphere · 3 years

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Crossing Paths - drabble from the Crossfire universe

request from @excusemyuwus -

I remember Tae said he had a crush on her while working on that project so now I kinda want to see his pov of that time and how he was holding being around his crush lol, not gonna lie gangster Tae all nervous bc he like someone is something want to see (also imagine how much the guys would tease him uwu)

tumblr ate your ask when I tried to answer it, sorry! this is the only part I had copied, but if it ever resurfaces, I shall answer there. for now it is still refusing to cooperate so I am posting like this! (update: the ask just returned, it is here)

~pairing: taehyung x reader ~word count: 1.4k ~pre-relationship, fluff, angst, slice of life, mafia au, college au ~rating: g ~warnings: vague mention of gang activity, this is a gang au after all, but it’s not particularly prominent

~a/n: thank you for your great request! this was so nice to come back to, I am so sentimental about this series as my first bts fic🥰takes me back to when I was just getting into bts… it felt hard to do it justice! because of this, sorry it took me a while to write, but I wanted to do it well, and again I kept the theme of making my ‘drabbles’ wayyy longer😅final big thanks to the site being frustrating and eating drafts and such🙃🙃but here it is, finally seeing the light of day! I hope you enjoy it x

“I can tell something’s on your mind, Tae.”

Jimin stared coolly at his friend. Looking over his shoulder guiltily as he unlocked the door, Tae found the other boy with his hands in his pockets, looking expectant.

All Tae could do was shrug as he elbowed the door open, heading to ditch his bag.

“Hey, Jimin’s right.”

A light flick on Tae’s forehead made him startle, looking up to find Hobi grinning, though his head was tilted to one side in question.

“What is it?”

Jimin’s shoulder nudged his own as they sunk into the sofa.

Tae checked his phone.

“It’s just a project for class, don’t worry about it,” he pocketed his phone, ignoring their gazes, “I gotta meet with my partner in an hour.”

“It’s okay, I wasn’t staying that long anyway,” Hobi slumped down too, having helped himself to a drink from the fridge, “I’m on watch with Yoongi across town.”

As the discussion turned to this week’s jobs and deals, Taehyung rested his head back against the sofa. The sounds of his friends’ conversation was like static. Instead, he was picturing the scene in class earlier, as the slideshow was flipped to show the project partners on the screen.

Tae hadn’t been too fussed, idly playing with his pen lid as he searched for his name. But when his eyes fell on it, he sat up straight.

Having only bumped into you a few times in class, he had never expected his heart to be hammering quite so hard as he quickly scanned the room for you. Sliding his things away, he had walked towards you as everyone began to file out, meeting you halfway as you did the same.

Leaning against a desk to keep his jittery hands occupied, he grinned at you.

Your returning smile, he noticed, was much more nervous, only flickering into existence for a wavering second. The two of you had only a brief conversation to sort out when you would meet, before you had practically scurried away.

His eyes had lingered on you as his smile slowly sank.

Unconsciously poking his tongue against his cheek, Tae wondered if you were afraid of him.

“Hey!”

A finger clicked sharply in front of his face. He blinked back at Hobi’s grin, Jimin bursting into laughter at his side.

“Just a project, my ass,” Hobi shook his head, dumping an empty bottle on the coffee table, “don’t wanna be late, do you?”

A radiant smile was tossed over his shoulder as Hobi left the room, front door clicking soon after.

Sending his best friend a knowing look, Jimin also gathered himself to stand.

“Have fun tonight, yeah?”

He winked. Tae protested, shooting up from the sofa with an affronted look.

“So it is a special someone?” Jimin giggled.

“You’re impossible,” Tae grumbled, trailing after him to the door, “it’s just a project, I told you.”

Jimin hummed in a way which made it very clear he didn’t believe him.

“Don’t scare them off, tiger,” he remarked, stepping outside.

Tae’s shoulders slumped. He was certain that was just what he had already done.

“I’m busy tonight. And my house isn’t free, so I can’t have anyone showing up here.”

Namjoon chuckled across the line.

“All this for a college project?” Clearly he had heard about this from the others. “If you could lend Kook some of your commitment to school, that would be great,” he teased.

Sighing, Tae spun around to survey the road outside his window, ruffling his own hair.

“You’re very funny, but I need to go. See you tomorrow.”

Tae was certain he would never hear the end of this from the others. It was true that he had firmly set aside time for your meeting today, even if it was only for a minor college presentation. But it was important to him.

He knew that this was the only time he would get together with you, and though it would end as soon as the presentation was given, he couldn’t help but want to make the most of it. At your last meeting, he had been largely distracted by the dizzying height of your apartment, leaving him shying back from any windows.

So this left you with his house today instead.

Arriving soon after Tae’s phone call, you were both soon seated on his floor. Though you mostly worked in quiet with occasional, quick conversation, it was not awkward. Your legs lay close together under the coffee table as you scribbled away diligently on its surface.

Glancing over the lid of his laptop as his fingers hung idly, Tae sighed. Watching as your pen swirled across your notebook, he let his eyes drift across your focussed features.

He swallowed as he did so, teeth tugging his lip. A light frown came over your features. He couldn’t take his eyes away from your lips as your pen lifted to your mouth, resting between your teeth as you mulled the work over, eyes flitting about the page.

Eventually, the lack of tapping at his keyboard must have got through to you. You raised your head.

Too late to divert his gaze, Taehyung cleared his throat and muttered a proposal for a break. Eager as well to put your work aside, you clambered from the floor to join him at his offer of a drink.

Moving through to the kitchen, he made casual conversation, asking after your dad. Last time there had only been a brief meeting, as he met Tae at the door before you hurried him away.

Picking up on his offer to chat, you teased Tae for his fear of heights, giggling over how he had screwed his eyes shut whenever he had come within sight of the view from your windows.

Of course, Tae tried his best to roll his eyes at you, but the smile dragging the corners of his mouth refused to be suppressed.

He poured your drinks. When he turned away to put the cartons back in the fridge, he took a breath, trying to settle himself. Why did he feel so flustered?

Squaring his shoulders a little more, he turned back, only for his hand to catch one of the glasses. It clattered against the surface, barely leaving time for him to jump back and avoid being splattered with its contents.

You hopped from your seat, ready to help.

Swallowing down his shock, Tae scratched at the back of his neck to hide his slightly trembling hand.

“Don’t worry,” he quickly muttered, flashing a nervous smile as he gathered towels and set to cleaning up.

Soft laughter followed from you. Still, you reached across to help.

Righting the glass and taking one of the cloths to clear up, your hand came concerningly close to Tae’s own. He kept his eyes firmly fixed on the countertop, his cheeks warm even as you finished and he was rooting in the fridge again for a refill.

You seemed miraculously unfazed by his flailing, though, he noticed as you finally settled beside each other sipping your drinks.

“So it went well?”

Jimin nudged a reluctant Tae, eyebrows wiggling all the time.

“Yes, fine,” Tae groaned, trying to shrug him off.

Jimin did stop, but only in favour of staring at his friend with doleful eyes.

“Don’t be like that. You’ll see her again. You literally share a class!”

“It’s nothing like that,” Tae refuted.

He even halfway believed it.

You had got on well together, but surely not more than could be expected of most classmates? He sighed a little as he thought of it. It had been fun, but there was no excuse to spend any more time with you.

Besides, sparing one night to work on a project was a little different to becoming friends, or even more…

There was a reason the bangtan boys stuck to themselves.

But as he reminisced, he knew he had a soft spot for you, even if it should come to nothing. The project was over, the presentation given, but he still remembered the way you bounced with excited relief after you had finished talking to the class. Your face was glowing as you high-fived him with a grin, the work having paid off.

There was still a hint of nervousness though, and you had only given a timid smile and a small ‘see you later’ before heading out of class.

And that was the end of it.

But Tae smiled to himself. It had been fun, and he knew he wouldn’t be sorry if you ever crossed paths again.

Thank you for reading! Reblogs and comments super appreciated always!!

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procrastination-queenie · 4 years

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Anchor ⚓|| JHS

Pairing: Husband!au Hoseok x Wife!au reader.

Word count: 1k +

Warning: slight angst, brief mention of sex, very slight smut. Super fluffy.

Synopsis: As an artist, Hoseok came to understand that in order to appreciate art, you have to focus on the little details, and that was no different when it came to your relationship because it's a piece of art in itself. Or Hoseok reminisces on his favourite moments with you.

A/N: Edit is taken from the application Nichi, I only added a few stuff.

If you're interested to read something similar to this work for Hoseok, click here.💛

When they asked Hoseok how you both made it so far, he was at loss for words that could describe the magnitude of love, care, understanding, sacrifices, communication and patience that your relationship held. His brain displaying vivid images, a video of your memories spent together from the moment you met till the present day. No matter how he tried to conjure up words that describe the feelings he felt, he would never do it justice.

Your soft lips planted small kisses all over his face in a silent urge to wake him up. He smiled at the feeling of your lips that you made sure to moisturise before you went to bed. His head turned lazily to capture said soft lips in an idle good morning kiss that; even though it was nothing special, yet it took his breath away. The look in your eyes every morning with the sun rays accentuating your warm eye colour made him get lost in a non-existent dreamy world of fluffy clouds and cosy feelings bubbling inside his chest. He pulled you into his arms, basking in the warm silence of the morning before you both had to get up and begin your day.

Hoseok loved how you preserved your innocence in a harsh world. You were not some kind of angel, but your insistence to teach yourself to be patient and to learn to always see the good in the bad amazed him, and he slowly found himself infected by your persistence to become a better person because as you always told him: "nobody's perfect, Hobi, but we can always aspire to become whatever is near perfect," He found himself agreeing with you; however you were the only exception. To him, you are perfect.

The child-like behaviour that took over you when you were surrounded by kids never failed to draw a big fat smile on his lips. After running around, chasing your little cousin in an attempt to try and catch him, you settled on one of the bean bags next to Hoseok as your little cousin settled in the one in front of you. His small body lied on the big bean bag, small feet kicking at your knee, eyes looking at you with mischief from underneath his heavy lashes as he suddenly burst into childish babbles, making you chuckle and start to imitate him. The action made your other cousin, his sister who was only older than him by two years, join in with your babbling. Hoseok looked at you in admiration; he felt lucky to experience such private and sweet little moments with you. That night before you departed from your family's house, your baby cousin was sound asleep in your arms, a scene that made Hoseok's heart full as his eyes engraved the memory in the back of his mind. Something that like any other couple you both dreamed of and that is to start your own family...someday.

Apologizing was never an issue to you, seeing that you grew up owning your mistakes and taking responsibility whenever it was your fault. "I am sorry," you whispered kneeling in front of Hoseok looking right into his eyes. Sincerity evident in your glistening eyes, you set your hands on his knees as you waited for his reply. Sometimes he wondered how your ego never stood in the way of you apologising. "I am sorry. I promise I won't do it again," you apologised again for the discomfort that you've caused your husband. Hoseok sighed as he hugged you in a tight embrace, he could never stay mad at you, never. "It's okay Jagiya," he kept saying, rubbing your back in soothing circles to calm your silent sobs. "I am sorry,"

"I know, Jagiya. It's okay,"

Being intimate nowadays to some young couples like you represented nothing but wild, crazy, sex. You realised how it became a non-existent competition between whose husband or boyfriend made his partner feel better whenever you hang out with your friends. When it came to you and Hoseok, you vowed to never share such intimate details; it was something about the both of you that did not concern anybody else. You both also agreed to cherish those moments like how you both held hands when you both reached your peak. Your wedding ring glistening in the soft glow of the soft light that engulfed you both, catching Hoseok's eyes, reminding him that you were his and he was yours. He adored the way your lips met his in a desperate kiss, silently telling him how much you love him. Your muffled moans, like a rare good piece of music to his ears. The way you circle your arms over his shoulders pulling him close for a few seconds before the two of you pulled apart from the heaving and sweaty embrace. This was a world of your own that no one has the right to invade its borders. Exclusive only for both of you to enjoy and experience.

Communication was also the main contributor to your relationship. Hoseok remembers during Jimin's wedding when he made a toast saying "Hobi hyung and y/n are like role models to me. The way they loved and doted on each other isn't like anything I have ever seen before." Hoseok took your hand in his, lightly squeezing it. I love you, you turned your head smiling softly at him, your smile saying I love you, too back. Your eyes searched his face with a look of adoration before you pecked his lips and settled your head on his shoulder. Jimin was right; the boys rarely witnessed any of you raising your voice in anger towards the other, instead, you would both try and talk to each other. The fact that you were aware that communication is an important element to any relationship made you stand against so many hardships that could've broken you up. "So, here's to Hobi hyung and y/n for being my favourite couple of all time," Jimin said raising his glass, making his wedding attendees burst in laughter and awes.

Life wasn't always easy on the both of you, just as there were ups, there were downs as well; nevertheless, you remained stronger than ever with each others' embrace, not just physically but also mentally. Hoseok sighed as you pulled him into your chest, tears escaping down his face. Your warm embrace was enough to put his fast heartbeats in sync with your steady ones. You didn't say anything, you didn't need to, you just pulled him into your arms ready to stand and fight against what was bothering him. Hoseok also didn't need anything else other than the reassurance of you being there for him. "Do you want to talk about it, baby?" You whispered softly, running your finger through his chestnut hair. Shaking his head, he put his head into your neck, body entangled with yours in a beautiful mess on your sofa. "I just want you to keep on holding me," he answered back. You closed your eyes for a moment, sighing. If that's what he needs then that's what you're giving him. I am right here, love you tried to put your thoughts into action by rubbing his back and running your fingers through his hair now and then. He placed a small kiss on your neck as a silent thank you.

One of the things that you loved about your relationship was sharing what you both loved to do together.

You sat between Hoseok's spread legs, his arms circling you in a tight embrace as you read a book that held a small collection of poems that you really liked. Hoseok kept on slowly placing passionate kisses along your face starting with the side of your forehead, your cheek, your jaw, till he reached your neck and nibbled lightly on your skin. "Hobi!" You whined turning to look at him. " What, love," he smiled at your pout, "please, focus," you said trying to sound serious as you turned your attention to the poem that you were reading. "Baby, I am focused," he said continuing with his distractions making you giggle as you turned your whole body into his embrace, circling your hands around his neck with the poetry book still in your grasp. He felt the cold pages that flowed with art slightly touching the back of his neck. You looked all over his face before leaning in, kissing him, softly biting his bottom lip as you slowly released it. A playful gaze underneath your lashes was displayed to him as soon as you opened your eyes. You pecked his lips one last time before turning in your original position with a smirk on your pretty features. "Focus," you said again continuing with your reading, leaving Hoseok in a complete daze. He chuckled, before pulling you closely and nestling his head beside yours as his eyes scanned the poem you were reading.

"Y/n!" Hoseok whined as you yet again made a wrong step making you both stumble and fall on the floor of the dance studio. Lately, you've been wanting to try learning tango. Something which made Hoseok not hesitate for a second and jump immediately at the chance of dragging you to his safe haven, the dance studio. You laughed at your failed attempt with Hoseok hovering over you shaking his head with a smile on his face. "I am sorry, turns out it's not as easy as it looks," you said calming down from your laughter. "Baby, it is easy you just need to pay attention," he said pulling you up with him. "Come on. Let's try again," Not a few minutes later Hoseok whined your name, again, as he pulled back from your laughing figure, pulling slightly at his hair in frustration. Your laugh echoing throughout the studio put a small smile on his face as he shook his head. "Baby, no don't be frustrated," you whined playfully running towards him, jumping to wrap your legs around him. Hoseok holding you by your thighs while your hands rested on his shoulders. He laughed at your attempt to lighten up the atmosphere as you sensed his failure to help you learn a few moves. He looked up at you, chuckling when he was faced by your excited gaze and your small smile that he knew would burst any moment into a big one any second now. You leaned in to give him a kiss to encourage him which he reciprocated with so much love. Pulling back you push yourself off him, "let's try again. I promise I'll get it right this time," you said pecking his jaw. He nodded, his eyes no longer held frustration, but determination mixed with adoration to help you learn. That's how it always has been with you and Hoseok.

Shaking his head slightly to come out of his bubble, he looked at the interviewer still incapable of describing your relationship. Maybe someday when you both grow old together, he would consider writing a book to try and convey his feelings for you because by then you both would have learned more about each other and experienced every dimension of the other. So, for now, he was satisfied with his short answer which he knew that only you and he understood that it held so much more than the simplicity of it, "I don't know, I guess that's what love does, right?" He said smiling into the camera...

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houseforarmys · 4 years

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Woooh the moodboard is so fucking adorable :((( The balloons make me think of a surprise party! Let's say Hoseok just got his first job offer as a backdancer of a very famous singer and namjin surprise him with a party in which they end up confessing they actually both have feelings for him. At first he's super confused but in the end he realizes he actually loves them both back that way🥺

bbyyyy idk why i left yours for the last round i'm sorry!! but let's get into it, i'm gonna try my best to make it justice and so that you like it!!!🥺💜

pairing: namjinseok

genre: fluff

hoseok was never fond of surprises. for better or worse, they always scared him. like that one time jimin agreed on taking him to a special place to have fun that weekend, and it turned out to be an amusement park. or that one birthday party his parents made for him when he was eight and his mother invited that one girl that had every boy in class smiling. or that one party yoongi and taehyung did for him when he came out and hired a stripper. not good. at all.

so when namjoon called him telling him to come over sooner after having practiced the whole day, he was scared to say the least. sure, he was happy that he could manage to live life by being jungkook's back dancer, but no, thank you, the cake he had recieved from his friends had been enough and he wanted no more. parties included.

"surprise!" seokjin and namjoon yelled in unison, and hoseok laughed fakely. "oh c'mon, it's us, there won't be anything bad coming from us!" seokjin spoke and well, hoseok thought there'd be time to judge.

there was a second cake, and extra food that he was sure seokjin cooked himself. more balloons that could fit in his living room too and even one or two envelopped gifts. it drew a smile to his lips but still didn't lower his guard.

"we, wanted to talk to you too," namjoon said and something shifted in seokjin's expression, as if he hadn't expected those words so soon. "nothing bad. we hope,"

"you hope? you know what you wanna talk about," hoseok replied, laughing as he sat on the couch.

"but we don't know how you'll react," seokjin said. he sat by his side, and namjoon, on the other, took his hand. "god, you gotta do it," he sighed.

"we like you," namjoon said, as if it was the easiest thing to pronounce. "we've liked you for so long. we talked about it and decided that whatever your choice is, it's good. but it hurt us to keep it in like that for any longer,"

see? and this is another reason over why surprises suck.

with a though focused on himself and many more focused on not hurting any of them, he got up from the couch and turned to look at them.

"you both... like me? as in sexual interest and all that?"

"i mean, yeah, i'm attracted to men, hoseok. but it's not just me being sexually orientated to hoseok's and non hoseok's," seokjin replied. "there's also the namjoon's and the non namjoon's,"

"hyung," namjoon blushed and hoseok wanted to smile but he was uncomfortable and couldn't do it.

"but you wanna date me," he earned two nods. "both? and you two? what about you two?"

"well, we've tried. but... it never worked out that good," namjoon said. "we argue, a lot. and most times it feels incomplete,"

"maybe you're what we are missing," seokjin added. "and i don't mean that as in that we need you to love each other, it's just that we love you. and we love each other but it doesn't work just with us because it feels like something is missing and that is you, and we needed you to know so we can move on from this,"

"but, i don't know how that works,"

"do you feel happy with us? do you trust us more than friendship? only you can know how it works for you, hoseok,"

even with namjoon's words, he had no clue on what it meant. sure, he felt joy with them, and more trust than he ever felt with anyone else but was that all that it was? the thought of kissing them was never roaming his mind, even if his actions had always spoken louder than his inner thoughts.

"and if we try and it goes wrong?" he said.

"then we forget that happened. you talk about it to us if you want, if you can't seem to move on or if it still makes you uncomfortable or whatever, but we don't wanna lose you. we just wanna know if you love us back,"

"hyung, i don't know! i never saw you as anything else than what we were, but now... i'm confused. we can try, i'm fine with that. but i just hope it doesn't break all we have,"

"it won't, we'll fight to keep it, hobi," namjoon's words just made him nod and then again, he found himself, for once, confused over what to feel for that surprise party.

("surprise!!"

"oh god, not again," hoseok said, closing the door behind him.

"we adopted a dog,"

"wait, what?"

"triple marriage is not legal, so this dog shall be our wedding rings. hyung got us rings anyways, but you get it,"

"i'm dog-marrying two idiots. is the term dog-marrying correct or does it sound like i'm marrying the dog?"

"i'd say dog-adopting instead,"

"but then i'm leaving the marriage word out," hoseok said as he got kissed twice in each cheek, almost at the same time. "i can't even believe i'm getting married in any form. but yeah, i'm not against it,")

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sleephyjhs · 5 years

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You Come Out as Bisexual (Reaction)

[ requested / masterlist ]

a/n :: i’ve watched many coming out videos and have asked people who have come out themselves about their experience, but as this is something i’ve never done, i apologise if it seems unrealistic or reaching at some points.

KSJ

You’d spent the whole week figuring out how you were going to tell Seokjin, your best friend of many years, that you were bisexual. For the first time after months of different partners and experiences, you finally felt comfortable in the identity you had decided for yourself. Now that your parents were out of the way, the next person was Seokjin.

All in all, Jin was a very open and accepting person. No matter what you had to tell him before, he always seemed to take it better than you expected. Despite your certainty he would be just fine with your determined sexuality, a small fragment of you couldn’t help but worry.

You chose the car as the place to break it to him. Although there were thousands of better locations to come out, you worked out that a moving car lowered tb e possibility of him being able to walk out on you.

After a selection of karaoke songs and still a decent half hour to your destination, you turned down the volume to get his attention, “There’s something I want to tell you, Jin,” he raised his eyebrows without saying a thing to let you know he was all ears, “I’m bisexual.”

There was a brief pause between your words and his response; a pause that felt like forever, “Okay.”

“That’s it? Okay?”

“Well, your sexuality doesn’t negatively impact me or anybody else so there’s nothing for me to be mad about. But hopefully, you’re happier knowing more about yourself and your identity than you perhaps did before. And so I’m happy for you.” Seokjin flashed you a smile. Your eyes couldn’t help but become watery at his interesting but accepting reply to your news. Thanking him would never do your relief justice.

MYG

You knew well that Yoongi’s schedule was packed to the brim. He’d hardly come home in the past week. Sleeping at the studio every other night had become his routine.

Tonight, however, he’d assured you that he would be there to spend what little time he had with you. What he didn’t know is that you were preparing to tell him a secret you’d kept to yourself for a while now.

After three years of dating, you should have known you could have told Yoongi anything. But for some reason, announcing your sexuality to him felt a thousand times more difficult. You’d never seen him properly angry and your biggest fear was that tonight would be the first time.

You gave Yoongi a little while to settle down after coming home. Eating together wasn’t something you were able to do often, so you took your time to enjoy it while it lasted, “Can I talk to you about something?”

He nodded aimlessly, still chewing the last few strips of beef, “I’ve been thinking about this for some time, I just hope it doesn’t change anything between us,” You started, which caught his definite attention. Yoongi held your stare as you spluttered, “Yoongi, I’m bisexual.”

You watched with sullen eyes as his face fell to the table. Was he just processing your words, or was he reconsidering your entire relationship? It wasn’t unusual for Yoongi to fall silent at times, but sudden anxiety couldn’t help but fill your mind, “So I’ve got twice the competition now?”

Yoongi raised his eyes again to reveal a gummy smile, “This changes nothing, Jagi. I’m glad you felt able to tell me though.” He reached out for your shaky hand, brushing his thumb over your knuckles, “I’m happy you can trust me.”

JHS

Throughout your vacation with Hoseok, you couldn’t help but wonder when the best time to break your news to him was. Actually, you wondered if there was a best time. You had no doubt he would be accepting regardless, but a small part of you couldn’t help but worry.

On the morning of your last day at the villa, you made your way down to the kitchen where Hoseok had already prepared you a breakfast for the day ahead of you, “Good morning lovely, did you sleep well?” His beaming greeting couldn’t lower your anxiety that you awoke with. You simply nodded at his question and slid onto a barstool, “Are you alright?”

“Actually,” you began, fiddling with your nails, “there’s something I want to talk to you about.” Hoseok widened his eyes and slipped onto the seat opposite you, placing the last bowl of fruit in between you.

“I’m all ears, what’s wrong?”

You took a final deep breath, “Hoseok, I think I’m bisexual. I’ve been wondering whether to tell you or not because I’ve been scared of your reaction but-“ Despite your deep breath, you couldn’t stop pent up tears from rolling down your cheeks.

“No, jagi,” Hobi cooed, rushing around the island to comfort you, “you didn’t have to be scared, everything’s alright! How long have you kept it from me?”

He wiped away your tears with his sleeve, “A few months. I just didn’t want you to think I wanted to break up or anything-“

“I don’t think that at all. I’m happy that you’re able to understand yourself better now.” He placed a kiss on your forehead, and handed you the spoon he laid on the counter for you, “Come in, let’s eat something. There’s a long day ahead honey.”

KNJ

Namjoon had always been the person you relied on for your advice. Even the worst situations you had found yourself in could seemingly be answered by him. You texted him to alert him you had a new dilemma, and within minutes he’d invited you to your local coffee shop.

In half an hour, you made your way to the meeting place, only to find Namjoon sat at a table at the back with his order and yours before him. Since you could see a few pale sugar sachets on the table, you made your way over to him, not forgetting to brace yourself to receive his advice.

After a couple minutes of smiley greetings, Namjoon asked you to elaborate on what was playing on your mind, “How would you go about telling your parents something important without being cheesy?”

He stared at you blankly for a few seconds and proceeded to drop his chin slightly, “Oh my, you’re pregnant.”

“What? No, God no. I’ve been meaning to come out as bisexual for a while now-“ you paused mid-sentence, realising swiftly that you hadn’t meant to blurt the last part to him.

Avoiding his eye contact was difficult, so you instead faced your twiddling thumbs which laid softly in your lap, “You didn’t mean to tell me that just now, did you?” All hopes you had that Namjoon hadn’t heard you melted. Now all you had to do was face his criticism.

You shook your head in response to his inference, “I forgot that you didn’t already know. I’m sorry if it’s upset you.”

“Why would it upset me? It’s your love life, not mine. I’m glad you’ve been able to come to terms with it.” A smile spread from dimple to dimple as he took another sip of his americano, “All it means is you’re now officially getting more action than me.”

Regardless of how much of a good friend he was to you, a playful punch to the shoulder couldn’t be helped.

PJM

Ever since you were little, you had considered your twin brother, Jimin, to be your best friend. Eventually, the two of you came to share everything that happened in your person life. This time, however, it took you more time than usual.

Jimin was the last person in your life that you hadn’t opened up to about your sexuality. Many years had been spent coming to terms with a part of you that had caused too many sleepless nights, and now that you’d found your solution, you wanted to share it with him.

The last concert of their Seoul series had come to an end, and the day before, Jimin had provided you with backstage passes to hang out afterwards. To beat the rush of adrenaline-filled fans, you headed out during their ending ments to be able to greet them as they came back.

“You made it!” Your attention was drawn away from your phone by the excited greeting deliver red by your brother. He jogged over to you with the little energy he had left and embraced you tightly, “I missed you!”

“I missed you too,” you laughed into his ear, before going to congratulate the rest of the members for completing their tour successfully. You tried to distract yourself from what you were really there to do, but it didn’t work, “Is there a place I can talk to you? Alone?”

Jimin guided you into a smaller vanity room and closed the door behind you, “What’s up? Did something happen?”

You shook your head, “No. There’s something I’ve told a lot of other people but I haven’t been able to tell you. I wanted to do it in person-“

Jimin raised his eyebrows as his eyes hollowed in concern for his sibling, “I’m bisexual.” In light of your news, Jimin leaned back and sighed in relief.

“You had me so worried for a second! Ahh I’m so happy for you!” Being the cuddly brother he was, Jimin couldnt resist bouncing from the sofa and embracing you, not forgetting to comfort you meanwhile.

KTH

When you both had enough troubles, you and your boyfriend, Taehyung, would retreat to the bedroom to share with one another and come to your own solutions. His intentive listening and soft spoken easily made you feel at easy, and so you picked this time to tell him your newest trouble.

Sexuality had always been a concern of yours, as you were never able to settle on what fitted you best. Coming to terms with your bisexuality felt like the biggest weight lifted from your shoulders, now all you had to do was open up to those closest to you.

Without your initiation, Taehyung called a ‘duvet meeting’ as you had nicknamed them. You listened closely to his concerns about his upcoming comeback and tried your best to console him as much as you could. The two of you had very different life experiences, but somehow still understood each other perfectly, “Can I tell you something too?”

“Of course you can, what’s up?” Taehyung replied, refusing to pull his eyes away from yours.

You breathed in, praying that he wouldn’t become angry at your news, “I think I’m bisexual. Actually, I know I am.”

His dimples fell from his rosy cheeks as he processed what you had said. You have him the time to think of how to respond, “What does this mean for us? Are you trying to tell me something else too..?”

“It doesn’t have to mean anything, Tae. It’s just a part of me that I wanted to share with you. I just need support, that’s all.” You explained, taking his hand from under the pillow and winding your fingers around his, “I don’t want anything to change.”

“Then it won’t,” He smiled, pulling the covers from your waists up to your shoulders, “You’ve got all my support, lovely.”

JJK

Growing up with Jungkook meant you followed each other everywhere and knew things about the other that nobody else did. When he came to Seoul yo train as an idol, you followed quickly to continue your studies.

When possible, it was difficult to find you separated. Whether you sat in on a dance practice or joined him in the gym, it felt strange when you weren’t together.

Jungkook has always been open-minded, which was one of the many traits you shared. You had to hope that opening up about your sexuality wouldn’t suddenly close his mind.

As soon as your work shift had ended, you headed through to the company, where you soon found Jungkook preparing a cup of ramen in the lounge. Of course he was, when wasn’t he hungry? As he witnessed you enter, he pulled another one down from the cupboard and made it to your liking. As he was the better chef between you, you left it to him.

Jungkook placed it down before you, but didn’t hesitate to start eating before he’d sat down, “I haven’t seen you in a while. How are you?”

You inhaled, praying that this wouldn’t be the end of your longest childhood friendship, “I’ve been thinking a lot recently and.. I think I’m bisexual. Actually, I know I am. I know it’s not really anybody’s business but, it’s still important to me.”

Jungkook let his disposable chopsticks sink to the bottom of the cup as he processed your newest secret, “So, I still have a chance with you?”

You widened your eyes as you stared at his serious expression. Had he really just confessed to you? Jungkook was one of the best pranksters you knew; it was difficult to tell between his genuine and fake seriousness, “I’m kidding!” He giggled, clapping mockingly as he finished another bite of ramen, “No but really, I’m glad you look happier now; miserable doesn’t suit you well. Just eat your ramen before I eat it.”

^ i am genuinely so sorry this took so long! school hit me harder than i thought it would. also thank you for clarifying in a different ask about not having to be romantic, i appreciate it! 💗

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sweetheartbtsateez · 5 years

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❣️ The best personality for BTS ❣️

softhxe said to memyselfandkpop:Hi! I love your writings ❤ Could you do a "The best personality for bangtan"? I mean, just saying the best type of person you think BTS needs (for dating) and the worst kind of personality, I hope you understood me uwu And take your time too, rest well and live happily ❤

Thanks for your request love! Hope you like this, and I’m sorry that this took so long <3 -Mary

Edit: btw most of this is written in female pronouns, hope you don’t mind

-This is just my opinion-

Jin

According to the zodiac page I just looked up, sagittarius men are generally idealistic, optimistic, God-fearing, generous, honest and truthful. Since Sagittarian males are gifted with strong intuition, they also make good judges of character. When it comes to love, Sagittarian males are passionate and straightforward. They are slow to commit, love the chase and are capable of walking from a relationship if the problems cannot be resolved. But, once they are committed, then, they can be very loyal to their spouses or lovers. The best matches for Jin would be other sagittarius, leos, aries, aquariuses and libras. Now, onto the request itself, I feel like the best match for Jin would be someone who’s not afraid to speak their mind, passionate about everything the do/enjoy, friendly, romantic, with a sense of humour as complex as his’, loves food (who doesn’t lol), knows how to cook and takes care of their friends. I don’t think he’d be into a overly cutesy type of girl, more like a fashionable and fancy type of girl. Bonus point if you can feed his ego daily.

Hoseok

Aquarius is generally considered to be the sign of the zodiac that is the most forward thinking. They love new ideas, progress, and inventiveness. Aquarians are also major humanitarians, in love with anything that they think will make the world a better place for the human race at large. When it comes to love match astrology, Aquarians are best paired with other air signs, or alternatively with fire signs (sagittarius, libras, geminis). For Hobi, I think he’d fall head over heels for someone with a great sense of fashion, is usually giggly and smiley, but can exude sexiness and confidence easily. Also someone who gets along well with his family (specially his mother and sister) and more on the extrovert side, but I do think that an introvert could also be a good match for him. Bonus point if you can dance (or want to learn) so that he can dance with you.

Yoongi

The Pisces personality is thoughtful and dreamy, it's fair to say that Pisces really does live in a dream land. Pisces is very sensitive and is extremely receptive to other people's emotions and is often weighed down by them, which explains why Pisces isn't compatible with every zodiac sign. The best matches for pisces are taurus, cancer, leos (like me yay) and libras. Now, I think we can all agree that clothing wise, Yoongi would love a girl who dresses in all black all the time, and has a kind of edgy vibe to her, but is actually a sweetie pie. He’d prefer an introvert, so that they can understand each other better. Also someone that loves cuddles, and has a deep love for music. Bonus point if you wouldn’t mind staying up late at the studio with him.

Namjoon

Virgo natives are practical, order-loving individuals that possess a strong need to feel valued and useful when it comes to all the major aspects of their lives. They are also logical, clever, detail-oriented folks who hold themselves (and everyone else as well) to very high standards. Virgos believe that if something is worth doing at all, then it ought to be worth doing right. They are dutiful and responsible, never the type of people to feel comfortable shirking responsibility – even on a temporary basis – and they are at their best when they have plenty on their plate to keep them busy. Taurus, cancer, scorpios and capricorns are the best matches for virgos. Personally, I think an ambivert fits Namjoon better, as I feel like that way he can get the best of both worlds. He needs someone with a positive mindset that can help him with his struggles when he’s feeling down. I think he’d love a girl who dresses well and looks good in anything. Also someone who enjoys quiet activities like photography, reading, hiking...I also see him going for a cute but sexy kind of girl, not too cute, but not overly sexy as well. Bonus points if you’d raise baby crabs with him and wouldn’t give him shit when he breaks something.

Jimin

Libras are beings that are very much concerned with fairness, justice, and most of all peace. They really do seem to live by the motto “can’t we all just get along” more than any other sign. Libras, like the other air signs, are also known for their high degree of sociability and love of intellectual pursuits, music, and the arts. They are definitely considered to be one of the most easy-going, agreeable signs. The best matches for libras are geminis, leos, sagittarius and aquariuses. Jimin is a sweetie pie who needs to be protected and taken well care of, no tea just facts. So I think that maybe a fierce and strong extrovert who always stands up for him and motivates and appreciates him would be the best match for him. Contrary to this, I think he’d enjoy a girly type of girl (wears a lot of bright colors, skirts, dresses...) Bonus point if you’d sing BTS songs with him.

Taehyung

Capricorn is a sign that tends to take a practical approach toward life. Capricorn natives are diligent, prudent, dedicated, and responsible. They never shy away from a challenge, and they are very success oriented. Laziness and apathy are words that are quite simply not part of the Capricorn vocabulary. Capricorns are definitely able to appreciate the finner things in life. Capricorn natives are also people that require a lot of recognition, as well as a sense that they are useful and necessary, in order to feel truly satisfied with their lives. The recognition they crave is generally more of the worldly, material variety, but I think that also translates into needing lots of compliments and words of reassurement. Once again, an ambivert suits Taehyung better. Someone who enjoys art, music, reading, shopping...Style wise, he’d love someone fashionable, who changes up their style almost every day and isn’t afraid to try new things. Bonus point if you’d paint and visit museums with him.

Jungkook

When it comes to romance, Virgo is a shy sign and often tries to hide this fact behind a very logical façade. In fact, strong emotions that seem to come out of nowhere strike Virgo as irrational and downright frightening. Through this lens, it's easy to see why some Virgo love matches fare better than others. Taurus, cancer, scorpios and capricorns are the best matches for virgos. I picture Jungkook falling for an edgy but shy kind of girl. Dresses in a lot of black with a street/tumblr/e-girl style. Definetly an introvert who loves video games, photography, memes and music. Also, he’s the biggest hopeless romantic ever, so make sure you are as well and he’ll love you forever. Bonus point if you’d stay up all night with him playing overwatch and eating ramen.

#requests are open #bts #bts ideal type #best personality for bts #bts reactions #bts drabbles #bts masterlist #bts scenarios #bts imagines #jungkook #jimin #taehyung #namjoon #hoseok #yoongi #jin

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blu-joons · 5 years

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Stylist!oc x BTS ~ BTS Headcanon

You were hired to work for BTS during their tour of your home country

Instantly they made you feel welcome and treated as part of their extended family, always making sure you were okay and happy

Namjoon was the first to approach you, always. As the leader he felt responsible to make sure you were alright that morning as he sat down in front of you

“I hope you’ve got enough sleep, there’s six other rowdy boys who are looking for your help to look good this morning.”

“You’re all handsome boys without me Joon, I’m just here to help with those finishing touches.”

Namjoon dedicated the most time to his hair, he wanted you to make it perfect, so not a single hair moved when he was dancing around

He was rather carefree with his style, he trusted that you’d pick something good and would happily wear it on stage

Unlike Namjoon, Jungkook cared less about his hair and loved for you to work on his makeup

You’d taught him one evening how to perfect his eyeliner as he was prone to smudging it

Every morning he would greet you with the biggest smile, chatting about anything that came to mind

“I tried that technique you taught me last night and it really worked, thank you so much!”

His style was anything baggy, it was easy to style Jungkook as he had such a simplistic style

“Y/N! Help me, nothing is working for me!”

Hobi was incredibly needy for your help, he was always around when he wasn’t sure on something

He was a perfectionist; the tiniest thing would panic him, and he’d need you to rescue him

You understood he had a bold style and helped him to find the perfect match to look perfect

He treasured a small bag you’d bought him once for his birthday, carrying it with him with all his hair products in it

Jin would always be flirting with you, messing his hair up or ripping an outfit just to spend more time with you

It was impossible to style Jin because he could never sit still

“If you move one more time then you can style yourself, you’re impossible to work with.”

“I’m sorry, I’ll be still, I can’t look good without your help.”

Unlike Jin, Jimin would sit perfectly still, following your instructions perfectly

He was big on eyeshadow, he loved to sit with you and discuss shades and palettes, alternating his colours, changing up his look

“I really like that pink; I think it goes nicely with my eyes.”

“I agree Jimin, you’ve got beautiful eyes they need to really pop on that stage.”

His hair was also a priority, especially when it had just been dyed, he’d beg you to help him take care of it

Taehyung loved his fashion, and loved how you styled him, the two of you would create several different outfits together

You styled more than just him on stage, he’d turned to you for evening wear, awards outfits, anything he needed to look good for

“I don’t know how you do it, but you just get me, you can’t seem to do anything wrong, it’s amazing Y/N.”

Yoongi came to you mainly for his hair, he loved when you’d crimp it or curl it for him

Also, you were the only person trusted to dye his hair for him, he’d knock on your hotel door late in the evening, a box of dye in hand, a smile on his face

“Please can we do it, I really could do with your help right now.”

It was a nightmare sometimes trying to control the seven of them, but it was always made worthwhile with how appreciative of you they were

You were more than just a stylist, you were a close friend, they could talk to you about anything and you’d always offer advice or just sit and listen, and let them rant to you

Whenever they were complimented on their look, they would be quick to credit you, none of it could be done without you

“Our stylist Y/N makes us look handsome, we’d all look terrible without her, she’s the one who creates these amazing looks.”

“Yeah, she’s a terrific talent, we are incredibly lucky to have her travelling the world with us.”

They trusted you fully, they were willing to explore and stretch their imaginations with your guiding

Every morning you’d wake up with a smile on your face knowing that you’d get to see them all

They loved to play pranks on you, hiding your hairspray or brushes, anything you’d need, would normally be snatched from your work zone

“One day I’m going to dye your hair the wrong colour or give you horrendous makeup for all the cruel pranks you pull on me.”

It was like a family, all the staff were more than just staff to BTS, they were a vital part of the group

Your phone was forever going off with them sending you ideas that they wanted to try out or selfies of looks they’d tried on themselves

Most of all, you understood how important the image of BTS was, and you were determined to do that justice, and make BTS the best-looking band in the world

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gqmf-bangtanmama · 5 years

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Winter Solstice

Warnings: slight A/B/O Dynamics

Genre: Werewolf au

Pairings: Yoongi x Jimin (main), Nam2seok (side), Taekook (implied)

Word Count: ~3800

MASTERLIST

*None of the gifs are mine.

Hi @sunshinebtss, I tried to fit in as much of your fave tropes into this fic as I could. The result may be a great story or the Frankenstein Monster of fanfic. Hope you have a Happy Holidays! Enjoy! -- Your Secret Santa, Peppermint.

Yoongi wasn’t a fan of these three day Winter Solstice gatherings. Too much socializing; too much politics. It was to be expected since it was a gathering of regional wolf pack to form and renew alliances, find mates, and sometimes even to make enemies.

The last gathering he’d attended was with his mother as one of her betas. Soon after his best friend, Namjoon had come into his power and split from his mother’s pack. Most young alphas could submit to the pack Alpha but Namjoon just could not so Yoongi’s mother had released him to start his own pack.

Unfortunately, Yoongi had felt the pull towards Namjoon greater than his bond with his mother so he’d left with him. A few weeks later they encountered the survivors of a pack war. They were a beta the same age as Namjoon named Hobi and a young alpha named Jungkook. They both had submitted to Namjoon and the four of them now lived together.

The Solstice gathering was neutral ground where multiple packs converged and the only thing Yoongi looked forward to was seeing his mother. Namjoon had also been talking about hoping to find a beta mate or even an omega one to help enlarge their pack. Yoongi knew that this talk of their Alpha mating upset Hobi as the beta had a bit of a crush on their leader.

As the small pack entered the gathering place, Yoongi saw an alpha pulling a blonde omega by the wrist as a group of betas laughed and followed them. He took a step towards them to protect the omega but Namjoon’s arm stopped him.

“They smell like pack, we can’t interfere. It’s against the rules, ” Namjoon warned. When Yoongi looked back towards the group two wolves had approached them; an alpha and a beta. Yoongi glared at Namjoon.

“They smell like pack, too!” Namjoon defended himself. The two alphas were now squaring off and the omega had been thrown to the ground. Yoongi didn’t even remember running but he was suddenly kneeling next to the cowering omega wolf.

“Are you hurt?” he asked. The blonde wolf turned his gaze to Yoongi causing the beta to gasp. He was beautiful; a button nose, sparkling eyes, a sharp jaw, plump lips and cheeks. Suddenly the omega threw himself at Yoongi. He buried his face in Yoongi’s neck and wrapped his arms around his neck tightly. Instinctively, he wrapped one arm around the omega’s back and the other under his knees before standing up.

His packmates made it to Yoongi side and when he looked over to the two alphas the offending one was on his knees baring his neck at their Alpha Dae, while the omega’s defender was refusing to submit.

“Seokjin, kneel!” Alpha Dae demanded.

“No!” the alpha responded. “This is the third time he has hurt Jimin. He submits now to your face but he disobeys your orders when you are not around.”

“Seokjin! I am your Alpha,” the wolf growled.

“Not after this.”

A crowd had gathered and it was palpable the moment the bond between packmates broke. The new Alpha’s scent changed immediately as he came into his power. His former leader stumbled back with force of it.

The new Alpha turned towards Yoongi with a growl and Namjoon stepping in his path. Even new, if he attacked a rival pack his justice from the Alphas would be swift. The enforcement of the neutrality of the gathering was deadly.

“He’s feral!” Someone in the crowd yelled.

Hobi laughed, “No he isn’t.”

“Hobi, don’t!” Jungkook warned. “Can’t you feel his power? It’s like Namjoon.”

“No,” Hobi said. “But sensing a wolf’s strength has never been my thing. You always say that about Joonie too but I can’t sense it.”

Hobi stepped around Joon and walked over to the very feral looking Alpha.

“Hey, Seokjin, right?” Hobi reached his hands and placed them on the new Alpha’s shoulders. At his touch, Seokjin went from glaring at Yoongi to looking at Hobi. “That’s it. You can relax now. No one is going to hurt the omega.”

The crowd began to disperse as Seokjin calmed down and they realized he was no longer in danger of attacking anyone. Hobi instructed him to take deep breaths and his eyes began to clear.

“Namjoon, he’s an alpha with no pack to ground him. He’s not feral now but he might be soon.”

The beta who had been by his side earlier approached, “Jin, I’m sorry. I tried to protect Jimin but they were too strong.”

“You did good, Taehyung,” Jin said. “You ran and got me to protect him.”

“But now we are out of the pack.” Taehyung answered

“We?” Jin asked.

“Yes, WE,” the beta repeated. “I follow you, Jin.”

“Me, too,” an angelic voice declared from Yoongi’s arms. As they claimed Jin as their Alpha, Taehyung and Jimin’s scents changed to reflect their new pack alliance.

“Jimin, can you please release that stranger and come here?”

“Oh, Jin,” Jimin answered from Yoongi’s embrace. “But he smells so good.”

Yoongi put Jimin down when it looked like he was going to bury his face in his neck again.

“Jimin…”

“Oh fine,” Jimin said with a sigh before turning back to Yoongi. “What’s your name?”

“Yoongi.”

“I’m Jimin. WIll you sit with me at dinner, Yoongi?”

“Okay,” Yoongi said quietly.

Jimin ran over to Taehyung and dragged him away.

Jin touched his forehead to Hobi’s quickly and said, “You smell nice.” before following his new pack his ears bright red.

“Who thinks it's okay to just comment on people’s scents like that?” Namjoon asked. “It’s so rude.”

“Yoongi and Hobi don’t seem to mind,” Jungkook said. “They are both blushing.”

Later that night, Yoongi made his way to the field where the evening meal was taking place. His mother said that years ago alphas would hunt game and bring them to the dinner now most alphas just went to local big box club store and bought food for the meal.

Yoongi smiled as he saw Jimin hovering at the tables but not sitting down yet. When Jimin saw Yoongi, he smiled too and skipped over.

“Our packs have sat at a table over by that tree.” Jimin said linking their hands and leading him over to where the rest of their packmates were seated.

Yoongi could see that Hobi was sitting next to Jin. They were talking and laughing with the beta feeding Jin. This wasn't unusual. Often times betas and omegas would feed alphas from their plate or hands and if a beta was lucky an omega would feed them too. It was a sign of deference.

What was unusual was that the alpha was feeding Hobi too. For an alpha to be hand feeding a beta meant that he was courting him. Jimin gestured for Yoongi to sit before saying he would go make them a plate.

“Can he be anymore obvious in his interest in Hobi?” Namjoon said with a sneer.

“What’s the problem? They aren’t doing anything indecent. Or are you just jealous that Hobi isn’t doting on you, feeding you as usual?”

“I’m not jealous and I am perfectly capable of feeding myself.”

“Oh, really?” Yoongi teased. “Then why didn’t you serve yourself a plate?” Namjoon looked down at the empty table in front of him realizing that instinctively he had been waiting for Hobi to serve him as was his habit. With an angry sigh, Namjoon got up from the table to serve himself.

Jimin returned with an overflowing plate.

“I want to thank you for helping me today, Yoongi.” JImin said beginning to feed the beta.

“It was nothing. I wanted to step in earlier but Namjoon warned me away. He’s worried about making enemies but we’re allied to the strongest pack in the region.”

“The Min pack?” Jimin asked. “I hear their Alpha is really scary; she’s so powerful.”

Yoongi smiled, “She can be, especially when I didn’t do my chores. She’s my mom.”

“Oh -” Jimin said looking at Yoongi in awe. “Do you think I could meet her?”

“I don’t see why not?” Yoongi said. “Think she’d like you.”

“Really?”

“We have similar tastes.” Yoongi said with a shy smile. Jimin blushed and said he was going to get something to drink. Jin followed him to also get more food.

Namjoon was on his way back to the table and as he passed Hobi he put a piece of meat in his mouth. Hobi froze without chewing and Yoongi looked at his best friend in shock. Namjoon had also froze realizing what he had done.

Still holding the bite in his mouth he looked at Namjoon with a silent question, ‘do you mean it?’

“I’m sorry - I didn't,” Namjoon stammered.

“Spit it out, Hobi,” Yoongi said. Namjoon may be his best friend but he wasn't going to let him be a little shit to their packmate.

“No!” Namjoon said. “Don’t ... just …” Namjoon turned and left.

Hobi chewed the bite quickly before Jin came back and sat down with Jimin close behind.

Yoongi went back to paying attention to Jimin and continuing his meal and conversation. Suddenly Yoongi stopped, “Jimin, why aren’t you eating?”

“Because you are not feeding me.” Jimin said with a blush.

“You want me to feed you?”

“Yes,” Jimin said leaning into Yoongi’s side.

“But I’m not an alpha. Wouldn’t you prefer … ?”

“I am right where I want to be.”

“Okay,” Yoongi responded and with shaking hands reached towards the plate and grabbed some of the steak and held it in front of Jimin’s mouth. Jimin grabbed the piece delicately with his teeth.

“It’s probably too cold.” Yoongi said.

“It’s delicious,” Jimin said with a laugh. Yoongi smiled in relief and they finished their meal feeding one another.

Yoongi and Jimin also watched as Tae and Jungkook played the most ridiculous game at the table. A few times the beta acted like he was going to feed the alpha but instead he diverted the bite and ate the bite himself. He did so with a cute noise or sound effect and rather than getting upset at the teasing, Jungkook had the biggest smile.

Normally the young alpha was shy but with Taehyung’s outrageousness the boy was coming out of his shell. Jungkook began doing the same to Tae holding bites out for him only to eat them himself. They had now devolved into aggressively trying to force the other to feed them. Even if it meant diving towards the other open-mouthed and trying to take the food from their fingers. They were laughing too hard to be successful.

As night approached, Jin told his packmates that he was thinking they’d sleep in his car for the night and tomorrow they would make a run into town for supplies.

“Didn’t you bring supplies?” Jungkook asked.

“We would have been sleeping in the tent with our pack but I doubt they’d welcome us.” Jin said with a laugh.

“You can bunk with us,” Jungkook offered. “I’m sure Namjoon wouldn’t mind. We got a big enough tent.”

Yoongi wasn’t even surprised with how oblivious the boy was. He was so into his new friend.

“I don’t think that’s a good idea,” Hobi said.

“It’s fine,” suddenly Namjoon was behind them.

“Oh, really?” Jin said. “Thanks so much!” The two packs made their way over to where they had set up the tent when they’d arrived. Everyone took turns going to the communal rest area to wash up with Jin’s pack making a detour to his car to get their bags first.

Back home Namjoon’s pack lived in a two bedroom apartment near Jungkook’s college, but for the gathering they’d have to all pile onto the big air mattresses that were wedged together in the tent.

Yoongi took a place close to the edge and Jungkook laid at the opposite end. Hobi and Jin laid in the middle and Tae between Jin and Jungkook. Jimin moved between Hobi and Yoongi. Joon looked at them all contemplating where he should go.

“My shoulders a wide enough for two …” Jin said with a teasing smile at Namjoon.

“Oh my god,” Hobi laughed and blushed at the assumption that he’d be sleeping on Jin’s shoulder but the new Alpha just laughed.

Yoongi wasn’t used to snuggling to sleep with his pack let alone near strangers but JImin it seemed had no such qualms because he was literally already sleeping on Yoongi’s chest as Namjoon was experiencing an existential crisis. Jimin was softly snoring into his ear as Namjoon refused to back down and slipped between Jin and Tae.

“I must warn you,” Tae said, addressing Namjoon and Jungkook. “I will usually cling to whatever or whoever is next to me as I sleep.”

“Don’t,” Namjoon warned.

Now that everyone was settled the two packs drifted off to sleep.

The next morning Yoongi woke to Jimin’s face in his neck. He moved so that Jimin’s head was pillowed on his arm instead and he could look at his face. Jimin looked even younger than the 24 he’d told Yoongi he was. He looked like an angel, like a baby angel.

Yoongi realized how ridiculous his train of thought was and sighed but the sound must have awakened Jimin whose eyes began to open.

“Hi,” Jimin whispered.

“Good Morning,” Yoongi whispered back. Jimin pressed his lips to the underside of Yoongi’s neck and chin and Yoongi clenched his teeth. This was a very suggestive move on Jimin’s part meant to provoke and arouse him. Yoongi grabbed his jaw roughly and Jimin gasped when their lips crashed together.

It was too heated for a first kiss but Jimin’s teasing had pushed him past being tentative. Their lips and tongues explored each other and he slotted one his legs between Jimin’s. Yoongi pulled him closer and pressed his thigh against Jimin’s arousal.

Jimin let out a soft whine and rocked his erection against Yoongi seeking relief.

“Yah!” Jin’s voice rang out. “Can you not do that right next to us?!”

Jimin blushed and laughed covering his face then suddenly swung his arm over Hobi to slap Jin’s chest.

“Stop messing up my fun,” Jimin scolded. Namjoon shot up at the noise and Yoongi was surprised to see that his Alpha’s head was pillowed on Jin’s upper arm.

Namjoon tried to extract his hand from Tae’s. In his sleep the beta had grabbed ahold of his hand and had laced their fingers and pulled his arm around his waist. Jungkook was laying on his back and one of Tae’s legs was thrown over over his hips.

Tae opened his eyes enough to acknowledge Namjoon and release his hand before immediately throwing his arm across Jungkook’s chest and falling back asleep. Jungkook never even stirred at the whole commotion.

Yoongi suggested to Jimin that they go search for coffee and breakfast and the two left the cabin together. Once they arrived at the dining area Yoongi saw a familiar face.

“Ma!” Yoongi called out.

“Yoongi!” She replied and walked over to the pair. Jimin was frozen beside him. This was a normal reaction other wolves had when encountering his mother. Her power was overwhelming.

The two embraced and his mother noticed Jimin.

“Who is this?”

“This is my friend, Jimin.”

“You have friends?” His mother teased.

“Alpha Min, it's an honor to meet you.” Jimin said with a shy smile.

“Oh, he’s precious, Yoongi,” she said. “You may call me Jisun.”

“Thank you, Alpha … I mean Jisun.”

“What pack are you with?” she asked.

“Kim pack, ma’am.”

“Doesn’t smell like it …”she said with a smile.

“Different Kim, mom.”

“Oh, okay. Maybe I can meet them later?”

“Absolutely, Jisun,” Jimin said before running off.

“I didn’t mean right this moment,” she said with a laugh.

“He’s nervous,” Yoongi explained.

“Well, with good reason. I’m hearing rumors of a rogue alpha stealing omegas.”

“Who said that?”

“Alpha Dae.”

“He’s just upset that Jimin chose Jin over him.”

“I knew the story was suspect. If what he said was true, the whole gathering would have been on alert.”

“But he might be setting up a false narrative to justify attacking Jin after the gathering.”

“True,” his mother agreed. “Let’s see what we can do about that.”

Yoongi ended up spending the day with his old pack and catching up with his childhood friends. He thought Namjoon would have joined him but he was busy doting on Hobi. In fact Jin was with them and the more competitive Namjoon got for Hobi’s attention the more Jin found it amusing. Yoongi thought it was strange because alphas could get very territorial.

At dinner, Yoongi finally saw Jimin again. He dragged a wide-eyed Jin over to Yoongi and his mother with Tae following close behind.

“Alpha Min,” Jin greeted, when Jimin urged him forward. “It’s an honor to meet you.”

“Please call me, Jisun, Alpha Kim.”

“Thank you Jisun. I am Seokjin but my friends call me Jin.”

“Are we friends, Seokjin?” she asked with a smile.

“I wish to be,” Jin responded, eagerly.

“Do you have something for me?”

Jin’s eyes went even wider as he patted his pockets for something to give the Alpha. Jimin stepped forward and presented a box to the Alpha.

“On behalf of the Kim pack, I present to you this token of friendship.”

Jisun accepted the gift and opened the box and took out a crystal wolf’s head. In the dwindling sunlight it sparkled beautifully. She gestured to one of her omegas to come forward and they handed Jin a package. In shock he opened it and saw a crystal heart the size of his palm.

“Looks like our alliance is serendipitous Alpha Kim,” Jisun said, to the gasps of others gathered. “We got each other similar gifts.”

“Yes,” Jin said. “The Kim pack is honored to call you ally and friend.”

Yoongi smiled knowing Alpha Dae would never attack Jin when the Kim pack had such a powerful ally.

“I get great joy from mentoring young Alphas as they come into their power.” Jisun said. “Do you have territory yet?”

“Not yet,” Jin answered as the two began to eat. “Jimin and Tae will be going to college next month and I was planning to rent an apartment nearby.”

“What college?” Jisun asked and Jin answered with the same school Jungkook attended.

“Oh, how wonderful.” Jisun said with a smile to her son.

“We have already talked to them about the best places to look for an apartment.”

“Wonderful,” Jisun said. “Where is Namjoon, Yoongi? Is that boy avoiding me?”

“Not at all Jisun,” Namjoon said as he approached his former Alpha with Hobi and Jungkook. “I have been busy today.”

They all started eating and getting to know one another. His mother raised her eyebrow at Yoongi feeding Jimin but he just smiled at her proudly and she gave him a nod in approval at his chosen mate.

“Namjoon, eat this strawberry!” Jin said scolding the other Alpha as he fed one fruit to Hobi and held out the other for Namjoon.

“I don’t want to.”

“My uncle is a strawberry farmer.” Jin argued. “What if he picked this strawberry? You would disrespect my uncle this way?”

Namjoon fought a smile at Jin’s antics and Jin held the strawberry out for Namjoon to eat. He leaned forward and took the strawberry from him and Jin laughed. Namjoon smiled and bit into his honey bun. Jin opened his mouth wide in Namjoon’s direction and he held out his treat for Jin to take a bite.

Yoongi was surprised at this. It should have been against their instincts to behave this way towards each other.

“Wow,” Jisun said. “Alpha mates. It’s pretty rare. They usually need an omega to balance them.”

Hobi was laughing at Jin and Namjoon’s antics, finally getting the attention he wanted from Namjoon and also getting the same from Jin.

“How about a very caring beta?” Yoongi asked his mom.

“Mates always seem to make it work. That’s what proves them mates.”

“Looks like our packs are joining.” Jimin said to Yoongi. “Especially if it’s as your mom says and Namjoon, Jin and Hobi are mates.”

“Hobi always had feelings for Namjoon but he never could see Hobi in the same way. He needed Jin there to complete the puzzle.”

“We need to talk to them, Yoongi, to be sure.”

“We can discuss as a pack tonight.”

“Oh Yoongi, you called us pack.”

“You’re my mate, of course we are pack.”

“So you are just declaring me yours without my input.” Jimin said with a faux scandalized expression.

“Jimin…”

“I’m just kidding, my love,” Jimin said laying his head on Yoongi’s chest. “I knew you were mine the moment our eyes met.”

That night as the wolves made themselves comfortable in the tent, Yoongi brought up the merging of the packs.

“We’ve been getting along,” Namjoon said. “But that’s too much. How would that even work with two Alphas.”

“My mother said that packs can have 2 Alphas if they are mates.”

“Mates?!” Namjoon shouted and Jin looked at him sadly. “Alphas can be each other mates.”

“Don’t you want us, Namjoon?” Jin asked and Namjoon gasped. “Come Hobi,” Jin reached out for the betas hand and pulled him out of the tent. “Maybe he wants to work for it?”

Namjoon watched them leave the tent with his jaw clenched and pushed forward.

“Come chase us, Namjoon,” Hobi said with a giggle as the two ran off. Namjoon growled and was out of the tent a second later.

“I guess we’re one pack now,” Yoongi declared as they felt their new bonds formed.

The two other couples settled into a pile and went to sleep.

The next day the new pack left the solstice gathering in two cars towards the apartment the 4 wolves already shared. Jin and Namjoon were already talking about how the pack needed a bigger place. Yoongi was in the passenger seat with Jungkook driving and Tae and Jimin in the back seat. The three were discussing their college schedules.

Namjoon and Hobi were in Jin’s car and Yoongi was sure that Hobi was already researching rentals with enough space for all of them. At breakfast, Jin had approached Alpha Dae to request that his and his packmates belongings be mailed to him at their apartment. Under the eyes of the other Alphas including Alpha Min, Dae had agreed promising the items would be sent within a week.

The seven boys were beginning a new life together, Yoongi thought. A pack full of mates. He smiled wondering when Tae and Jungkook would realize their connection. The Winter Solstice gathering was a time for packs to bond, form alliances and celebrate together. Yoongi reflected how before this gathering he thought these gatherings were tedious.

Jimin leaned over from the back seat to kiss Yoongi and steal his snacks when he was distracted. He laughed at Jimin’s boldness and admitted to himself that this year he’d actually had a good time at the gathering.

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awake-not-today · 5 years

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NamKook The Gifted Hands/ Psychometry AU:

Detective Kim Namjoon is investigating the case of a child disappearance. When the child’s body is found, Namjoon finds himself trailing a murderer.

During his investigation he remembers a run in he’d had with a graffiti artist one night, and the artwork he’d done depicting the scene in which the child’s body was found.

The graffiti which had been painted a month before the discovery of the child’s body.

Jeon Jungkook is a small time graffiti artist with a secret, the power to see the memories of any living thing he touches. He hides himself away from the world, ashamed of who he is, that is until he’s thrown head first into a murder investigation and becomes the prime suspect.

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“Kim Namjoon! Are you out of your god damn mind?”

When Kim Namjoon had decided to become a police officer, he’d imagined his life being a little different.

Growing up he’d watched the cops on TV, a glamourous life of fast cars and fancy apartments, chasing down big bad criminals and saving lives. It was the dream, bringing bad men to justice and looking good doing it. It’s all he’d ever wanted. All he’d ever strived to be.

What he didn’t expect, however, was to be beaten around the head with a rolled up newspaper by his boss.

“You’ve been a detective for three fucking years, Namjoon! How the fuck did you fall for a pyramid scheme?” Seokjin was furious, angrier than he’d seen him in a long time. Namjoon managed to catch the newspaper before it hit him again, huffing out a breath as he pulled it away.

“Seokjin, hyung.” A hard glare. “I mean Sir. I didn’t know it was a scheme! A friend told me about it because I needed the extra money and network marketing sounded like an exciting opportunity.”

Network marketing. That’s what Hobi had told him when he explained the deal over a couple of bottles of Soju in their apartment. ‘It’s amazing! You pay in for all of the supplies you need and you come out making double or even triple your money back! It’s easy! It’s such a great opportunity!’

And even sober, it did seem like a great investment. A way to make some extra cash on the side. So Namjoon had gone along with it, selling his car and withdrawing his savings. It had all gone according to plan, that is until another precinct had burst in on their first meeting and arrested the guys running it. That’s when everything fell apart, and Namjoon realized he’d wasted a fuck load of money getting scammed.

Namjoon wasn’t sure how he always managed to let Hobi talk him into this shit. His schemes never worked out.

“Was this friend a Mr Jung Hoseok by any chance?” Seokjin sighed heavily, putting his hands on his hips as he raised an eyebrow. Namjoon didn’t need to answer, Seokjin was already snatching back the newspaper and beating him around the head again. “Why would you trust Hoseok? I thought you were smart!”

“I’m sorry!” Namjoon tried, inching away. Seokjin relented, flopping down into a chair and rubbing his temples. As much as Namjoon was his friend, as much as Seokjin loved him, being his boss was hard work.

“Jung Hoseok. For fucks sake, Joon. You remember how you met him, right?” Seokjin looked tired, making Namjoon feel a little guilty. “You arrested him for fraud. Fraud. How are you so gullible?”

“He’s not a bad guy, sir. He’s just a little misguided. You know that.”

“Yes, well. They wanted me to suspend you for this, you know. The precinct is a laughing stock.” Seokjin looked up at Namjoon, taking pity on him. “But I won’t do that. Instead you’re working petty crimes for the next three months. Got it?”

“Yes sir. Sorry sir.”

“Get out of my sight, Joon-ah. Go get something to eat. You’re on shift tonight. And stop trusting whatever Hobi tells you! The man is a fool!”

Sitting in the corner store a couple of blocks away, Namjoon sighed into his instant ramen. It wasn’t his fault, he was desperate. Being a detective didn’t exactly pay well, and while he knew he could get another job, he swore to himself that this was what he was meant to do. He’d made a promise, a long forgotten one, but he wouldn’t break it. Being a detective was what he had to do, no matter what.

Namjoon ate the last of his food and looked out of the window, noting how it had gotten considerably darker in his short time spent there. This was one of those nights where he just wanted to go home, to curl up in his bed and sleep off the haze of exhaustion weighing down on him, but duty called and he had to head back. Patting his pockets he sighed as he remembered he didn’t have a car anymore. He’d sold it to pay into that fucking pyramid scheme.

Thanks, Hoseok.

Loosening his tie a little, Namjoon stood and waved to the cashier as he left the store. The night was warm, and for a moment Namjoon just stood to appreciate it, and then shoved his hands in his pockets as he started his walk back to the precinct. He’d made it about a block when he suddenly needed to piss, taking a detour into an alley and hurrying along it to relieve himself.

“Ah.” Namjoon found himself smiling as he pulled himself from his jeans to take a piss against the brickwork. Tilting his head back as he braced a hand against the wall.

The feeling of being watched had his head turning, finding himself gazing at a boy with an incredibly unimpressed expression. Not that he could see much of his face beyond the hood and mask he was wearing, just big brown eyes and hair flopping over his forehead. Namjoon looked at the wall again, noticing the art that adorned the brickwork for the first time. “Quite the artist, aren’t you?”

The boy didn’t say a word, instead packing the spray paint cans he’s used back into his bag. Namjoon rolled his eyes, shaking himself and tucking himself back into his jeans. “That’s a misdemeanour, you know? Don’t let me catch you again.”

“And public urination isn’t?” The boy didn’t even look at the way Namjoon’s jaw dropped, stunned. Who did he think he was? Namjoon quickly zipped himself up and followed as the boy tried to leave, reaching out.

“Who the fuck? Wait. Let me see your face.”

As he reached out, Namjoon managed to grab the boys hand that was gripping the strap of his bag. The boy froze, stiffening like a board, under Namjoon’s touch for a moment, before gasping hard. “You’re a cop?”

Before Namjoon could even speak, the boy was turning and breaking away from Namjoon’s grip, spraying some paint directly into Namjoon’s face. Thankfully Namjoon managed to close his eyes, yelling out at the sting as he tried to wipe it away with his sleeves. When he managed to open his eyes again, the boy was gone. “That little bastard.”

Namjoon turned to face the wall again, looking at the artwork through squinted eyes. The guy was good, he’d give him that, although the theme seemed incredibly dark. It depicted a scene. A body in a bag, a children’s playground, a man dragging something, someone. Incredibly detailed, if not a little unnerving. The longer he stared, the more chilling it became. Wiping his eyes again, he turned with a huff, heading back out of the alleyway to go to the station.

“What a way to end a fucking awful day.” Namjoon huffed to himself as he scrubbed at the paint with a towel. The second he’d entered the station the guys had laughed at him, but then it was always the same. Namjoon didn’t exactly have a reputation for being the top cop, he was always the butt of the precinct’s jokes. He sighed, throwing the towel down on a desk and sitting against it, tilting his head back as he closed his eyes.

“Hey, Joon.” Namjoon turned toward the voice, finding a fellow detective standing right beside him. “Are you on duty?”

“Yeah?”

“Good. There’s a lady over there who’s kid has gone missing. I tried to tell her she needs to wait twenty four hours before we can file the report. Send her home will you? She’s determined to wait it out.”

“Wait!” Ignoring him, the detective walked away, leaving Namjoon to grumble under his breath as he looked over to the woman in the waiting area. “Why me?”

A pang of sadness hit him as he gazed over at her, seeing a picture being held tightly in her fingers. She looked so small, terrified. He couldn’t even begin to imagine the thoughts she must be having. He stood, walking to the coffee machine to pour a cup, before approaching the woman.

“Here.” Namjoon held out the mug and sat opposite her, perching himself on the small table in front of her seat. She didn’t take it, instead staring down at the photo in her hand. The kid looked young, no older than five or six, making a knot form in his stomach. “Listen, we can’t do anything right now. You’ll have to head home and wait it out. You know, in cases like these, kids usually turn up home within the first twenty four hours anyway and-”

“Will she be okay?” The lady looked up at him, voice breaking as she spoke softly. The look in her eyes was pleading, desperate. She didn’t look old, but she looked worn out. Who could blame her really? Her child was gone. “My baby? She’ll be okay, won’t she?”

God, he didn’t know how to answer. He didn’t want to make a false promise, or to get her hopes up. He knew how this could go, and with how young the girl in the photograph looked it seemed likely to go that way. This lady needed reassurance, but Namjoon wasn’t sure if he could bring himself to deliver any. No, he mentally scolded himself, closing his eyes for a second before looking back at the woman before him. The kid will be fine. He’ll find her. He’ll bring her home.

“Yeah. Yes. She’ll be okay.”

‘She’ll be okay. Please,’ Namjoon pleaded internally, ‘please let her be okay.’

Taking down a few details, Namjoon decided to prepare a file anyway, just in case. He didn’t want to have to spend time on the paperwork if the kid didn’t show up, she was so young after all. He escorted the woman out, having another officer take her home, before heading back to his desk to work on whatever bullshit cases he’d been left with.

Twenty four hours passed, and the kid was still missing.

It had been the first thing Namjoon checked when he got into work the following evening, getting there earlier than scheduled, and immediately filing the case. The first seventy two hours were crucial, and this little girl was only four years old. Her mother came back, giving Namjoon more details, and making him worry more. She needed medicine, and she had nowhere else to go. Her father had passed and she had no other family. This girl was officially alone and missing, and Namjoon was determined to find her.

“Seokjin, hyung!” Namjoon called out as he spotted his boss about to leave the precinct. He jogged over, holding out the file for Seokjin to look over. “A case came in that I think is pretty urgent.”

“Missing kid? How long has she been gone.” Seokjin glanced up at him as he flicked through the paperwork, looking over the photograph of the girl at the top of the file.

“Twenty four hours.” Namjoon started, about to inform Seokjin of her age when another detective approached, cocky. Namjoon hated him. He wanted to smack the smile right off his lips.

“Sir, she probably just wandered off.” The detective looked Namjoon up and down, smirking as he did so. “Besides. We don’t have the manpower to waste on this. Not with the drug bust coming up.”

“Are you fucking serious?” Namjoon was pissed. This was a fucking child they were talking about, someone’s little girl. “She could have been kidnapped. How is that a waste of manpower?”

“Joon.” Seokjin sighed, closing the file and handing it back. He ran a hand through his hair, glancing between the two detectives. “I hate to say it but he’s right. We’ve been told by the commissioner to put every available officer on this drugs case. Everything else has been put on the back burner for now. This is a big one.”

“But-“

“I’m going to trust you to handle this one, okay?” Seokjin smiled weakly at Namjoon, hitching his bag further up onto his shoulder. “You think you can handle it? You liaise with her mother and try to figure out if there is anywhere she could have gone. Rule out anybody close to her, okay?“

“Yes, sir.”

Not the result he was hoping for, but Namjoon was determined. He’d find the child no matter what, her mother was counting on him.

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xstrawberrykookiesx13 · 5 years

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Night before Christmas

Summary- You’re an international singer and best friends with BTS. You decide to pay a surprise visit to Seoul to meet the boys and your boyfriend Taehyung for Christmas eve.

Pairings- Taehyung x reader feat. BTS

Genre- Fluff, idol AU

Word count- 2000

You usually visited the boys during holidays but due to both your hectic schedules it was impossible for you to meet. Your collaboration had skyrocketed off the charts and was now nominated for a Grammy. Whenever you met the boys, it was usually for your performance, and at award shows but you’d hardly get to be with them the way you’d want to due to all the press.

It’s also been more and more difficult for you to hide your relationship with Kim Taehyung, your boyfriend of almost 2 years from the media, but you’ll tried your best to play it off as friends so as to not upset his fans.

It’s been almost a year since you last spent a day with all of them at their dorm. With their world tour ending and yours not beginning until the New Year, you decide to surprise them by flying to Seoul on Christmas Eve.

You take great care to not alert the media about your whereabouts and take a regular flight instead of your private jet. The K media always comes up with new articles regarding you and one of the boys. A few of the fans speculated that you and Taehyung were a thing after videos of him stealing a look at you at the BBMA’s emerged but it was soon forgotten. Most of their ARMY fans shipped you with Jungkook since you two were the closest in age.

You take a cab and go to their apartment in Gangnam. It’s almost 10pm so the boys would be back home from practice or so you hope. With their comeback scheduled to happen in February, they barely had any time to spare. Ringing the bell, you wait for one of them to answer as you hide behind one of the plastic plants lining the corridor.

Namjoon opens the door, looking confused as ever. He’s probably scared thinking it’s some sasaeng fan since they normally wouldn’t have visitors at this hour. He’s still in his gym clothes and seems to be growing out a mullet.

“Surprise”

You jump out from behind the plant.

Namjoon’s jaw seems to have dropped to the floor as he can’t process what’s happened. You hear the voices of the other boys asking who it is in the background.

Jimin comes running over when he sees you still standing outside the door. He’s dyed his hair back to its original dark shade.

“Y/N! I can’t believe this,” he says as he hugs you tightly and spins you around. You’re already dizzy from happiness. Namjoon’s still frozen in the same position.

With a baseball bat in one hand, Jin sprints through the room.

“Hyung will save you from the sasaengs,” he yells as he tries to protect his brothers. The bat drops from his grip as soon as he lays eyes on you. “Y/N, you’re the sasaeng?” You can’t help but giggle at his disheveled self. He’s in his RJ pyjama suit and his hair is sticking up from behind. Guess you succeeded in surprising them. “I even sent Jungkook to get his boxing gloves just in case. Our maknae really is the strongest among us.”

“I don’t doubt it,” you smile and put your arms around him. Still enveloped in his hug, you notice something behind the couch in the living room. “What’s that?”

“Ah, that’s probably Hobi hyung. You know he’s a bit of a coward.” Jimin gathers your suitcase and gets it inside the house. He also turns Namjoon around so he’s now facing the house.

“J-Hope!” Jin shouts. “You can come out now. The sasaeng turned out to be Y/N.”

You laugh and put your arms around Namjoon who sighs. He seems to be back to normal now. “Sorry for the surprise,” you whisper as he messes your hair.

Hobi awkwardly moves from behind the couch and comes into your view. You kinda feel bad for him. He looks the same way as he did during that episode of RUN BTS when he had to go on the roller coaster.

“Hi,” you smile and go to give him a hug.

“Y/N you almost gave me a stroke. It’s not good for my heart you know. You could’ve just told me you were a sasaeng. We’d still accept you.”

“Hobi, I think she was just trying to surprise us,” Namjoon speaks for the first time that night. You all burst out laughing just when Jungkook comes into the room with his boxing gloves on and Yoongi follows him.

“Can you’ll kids and Jin Hyung keep it down. I was trying to sleep. We have to go to work tomorrow,” Yoongi rubs his eyes and puts his glasses on.

“It’s Christmas tomorrow, Hyung,” says Jimin.

“And look at our present who just arrived. Although she almost sent us into cardiac arrest,” says Hobi.

“Speak for yourself,” scoffs Jin.

Yoongi comes forward and gives you a warm hug. “I think she’d be a more of a Christmas gift for Taehyung,” he says and pats your head. You blush at the mention of Taehyung.

Even before you’re done hugging, Jungkook pulls you from Yoongi’s hold. “It’s my turn now,” he pouts. You take a step back to see your best friend with his new red highlights and tattoos as he’s just wearing a black tank top.

“You look handsome, Kookie,” you say as he kisses you lightly on the top of your head.

“Y/N how can you betray me like that,” you laugh as the others sigh loudly at Jin.

“Come on now, get in quickly. It’s freezing outside.” Yoongi goes and closes the door as the rest start walking in. Jungkook lifts you over his shoulder as you scream and carries you into the living room. They all gather around you on the couch and start speaking together at the same time. Even after being fluent at Korean, you still find it hard to understand what each of them is saying.

Just then you hear footsteps coming from the first floor. Your heart instantly flutters as you hear Tae’s sleepy voice.

“What’s happening,” he groans. “Is it morning already.” You can’t help but almost tear up upon hearing your boyfriend’s voice. It’s been so long since you last slept in with him and got to hear his deep voice drop down even more octaves.

“Wait, let’s surprise him. He’s been whining about getting a gift from Santa all throughout Bon Voyage.”

Jimin runs to stop Taehyung from entering the living room and covers Taehyung’s eyes with his hands. He walks in dressed in his Burberry pyjamas to where all of you are gathered. This is your first time seeing him with his new perm and the pictures he’d sent you just didn’t do him any justice.

“Taehyungie, there’s a surprise for you. Can you guess what it is,” says Jimin.

“It’s something you’ve been whining about almost every day,” says Namjoon.

“Is it a Van Gogh painting?” asks Tae.

“Think again, Hyung. It’s even better.” Says Jungkook.

You smile as you see your boyfriend struggling to think. He hates such games especially when he’s sleepy.

“Can you show me what it is please. I’m too tired-“ you cut him off by gently giving him a small peck on the lips. Jimin takes his hands off his best friend’s eyes but his eyes are still closed. He opens them slowly as Jimin hands his glasses back to him.

You all laugh looking at how lost Taehyung looks.

“Surprise baby. I missed you,” you tear up as you embrace the love of your life and kiss him lightly. The two of you generally don’t do any PDA around the members but today you just can’t help it. The members who’d usually all complain in unison, today just look at you’ll quietly. You can feel them smiling even though your face is buried against Taehyung’s chest.

“I missed you too,” he whispers. You feel someone’s arms around your waist as they pull you towards them. You let go of Tae as you stumble backwards.

“Enough with the PDA. I missed my best friend too,” Jungkook says, holding you tightly. “I’ve got so many new video games to show you.” You turn to face Jungkook, a wide smile across both your faces.

“You need to get out of that room more, Maknae.” Jimin pulls you away from Jungkook’s hold. “Let’s binge watch the new drama on Netflix.” You pull Jimin’s cheeks as he puts his hand around your shoulder. You can’t help but check out how incredibly attractive he looks in those sweatpants and a plain white t shirt.

“Alright kids, we can do all those things later. Let’s get some sleep now. We have practice tomorrow then we can take out Y/N for dinner,” says Namjoon.

“I don’t think I’ll be getting any more sleep tonight,” Taehyung mutters out of nowhere. Jin swears loudly as the rest of you break out into laughter.

“I’ve got another surprise for you guys,” you say.

“Y/N, I really don’t think Jin hyung and I can take any more of these,” says Hobi, looking all alarmed.

“Did you get me those basketball tickets I asked you for last Christmas?” asks Yoongi.

“I did but that’s not what I’m talking about.” They all look at you eagerly, waiting you to answer. “I called your PD-nim and got you guys the day off tomorrow. Also, no more schedules till 31st. I’ll also be staying here till Taehyung’s birthday and we’ll be flying back to the states together for your New Year’s performance.”

There’s silence across the room. All their jaws seemed to have dropped to the floor.

“You’re the best, Y/N,” Taehyung cries as he hugs you and lifts you off the floor.

“This really is better than basketball tickets,” Yoongi smiles and kisses your forehead. “Thank you, kid.”

The rest of the boys are still busy Wow-ing at your surprise. You haven’t seen them this happy in a long time.

“You guys deserve it,” you say and hold your arms out, motioning for a hug. All 7 of them come forward and it turns into a group hug.

“Y/N, have I told you how beautiful you look,” says Taehyung, his face buried in the nape of your neck.

“You look beautiful everyday Y/N,” says Jimin. “Taehyung’s just saying this to get some action.”

Taehyung swears and all 8 of you start giggling like little kids. You finally break out of your hug.

“It’s Christmas eve, how about we watch some Christmas movie,” you say. “You guys get settled. I’ll make you’ll some hot chocolate.”

“I’ll make the hot chocolate, Y/N. You go spend some time with Taehyung,” says Jin.

“I’ll help you out, Hyung,” says Yoongi and you all start to disperse back to your rooms. “Maknaes, go and get pillows and balnkets to the living room. Looks like we’ll be sleeping out here tonight.” He motions towards Jimin and Jungkook.

“We haven’t all slept in the same room since our trainee days,” says Hobi. “Mostly cause of all the snoring.” He stares at Namjoon.

“I wasn’t the only one. And you have worse sleep habits,” Namjoon retorts with a pouty expression. Sometimes you forget that the leader is only a few years older than you.

Taehyung still has his arms wrapped around your waist. “Can someone tell me why Jungkook is wearing boxing gloves and why there’s a baseball bat in front of the door.”

You all turn to look at the maknae and start laughing once again.

“It was for protection. From a sasaeng,” says the oldest member, already in the kitchen.

“What?” Taehyung’s doe eyes widen. He looks as lost as ever.

“Jungkookie, you weren’t really about to beat up a girl were you. Hyungs didn’t raise you up to be like this,” says Yoongi and playfully slaps him on the back of his neck.

“I thought it was Dispatch,” laughs Jungkook.

“We’d all support our maknae, if you ever wanted to beat Dispatch up,” says Hobi. The others agree in unison.

“What are they talking about, Y/N?” Taehyung turns you around to face him.

“Let’s go to your room first, baby. We have all night to talk.” You kiss him on his cheek as you take his hand and lead him towards his room. It was going to be long Christmas Eve and you wouldn’t have it any other way.

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