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(1995 — 2024)

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[arttmeow]

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[taehyungsbreadcheeks]

🚨🚨🚨🚨

[amoreemioo]

plot. “i’m glad you’re okay” but said by someone who has just had the shit beaten out of them, to someone who is not hurt at all, is a brilliant trope and i lose my mind every time. connection. anyone. muse. tae.

"you're okay?" from what tae could see they looked okay — god, he hoped that was true. he hoped looks weren't deceiving, you know? "they were fuckin' dicks, i wasn't goin' to let them keep talkin' like that." tae scoffed softly as he let his eyes drift back towards the bathroom mirror of the single stall they had holed up in. both hands lifted to push his hair out of is face to get a good look at the damage done, assess and all. it was, quite literally, his money maker, after all! how long until a busted lip and bruised jaw healed? he'd just have to google it, he supposed — "we should have left," a sigh — now they risked running into those jerks on the way to the uber and tae wasn't looking to do all that again.

[jjongslight]

If Taem can go Georges Bataille on us, he can collab with Sufjan. As Suf commented on self-reflexively, they can be poster children of sadness and solitude together.

[deejayrpstaylorsversion]

Tae didn't mean to get caught with fire again but here he was. "Its not what it looks like i swear." He quickly blew out the flame that was in his hand. "I can explain"

[seokwrts]

I LIKE ME BETTER | jjk

PART FIVE | nsfw

summary : After walking in on her boyfriend Sanho cheating, Y/N moves out and ends up living with Jungkook, a cocky yet caring acquaintance she once couldn’t stand. What begins as a tense, passive-aggressive roommates situation slowly transforms into something deeper, as both navigate heartbreak, vulnerability, and emotional healing. Through stormy nights, late-night confessions, domestic routines, and quiet tension, Y/N and Jungkook gradually uncover the warmth and safety they’ve both been missing—especially in each other.

“After all, what’s the worst that could happen just living under the same roof?”

pairing : jeon jungkook x f!reader

genre : roommates , fluff , smut

word count : 4.2k

The days leading up to the party were tense.

Too tense.

Y/N barely looked at Jungkook. She was either gone—leaving early for her shift and coming back late—or locked up in her room with the door shut tight, a clear boundary he wasn’t allowed to cross. When she did emerge, it was only to grab coffee or slip past him silently, her eyes never quite meeting his.

Jungkook pretended not to notice. Pretended he didn’t wait up, earbuds in but no music playing, listening for the soft creak of the front door when she got home. Pretended the sight of her in Taehyung’s hoodie one night didn’t make his jaw clench so hard it ached.

There were moments, though—sharp, electric moments—when the silence cracked. When they passed in the hallway and her bare shoulder brushed his chest. When she bent to grab something from the fridge and he caught the curve of her waist, her tank top riding just a little too high. When she emerged from the shower, hair wet and skin flushed, walking right past him like he wasn’t standing there unraveling.

It was maddening.

He tried once—to talk. To fix whatever this was before it tipped too far.

“Y/N,” he said, low, standing outside her door as she opened it, towel slung around her neck. “Can we talk?”

She didn’t even hesitate. “Now’s not a good time,” she said, breezing past him without a second glance.

And just like that, the door closed again.

Now, the apartment buzzed with a strange kind of anticipation.

Like everything might combust at the slightest touch.

And maybe that’s exactly what they both wanted.

The group chat didn’t help either.

Group Chat: “the espresso sluts ☕”

(Jimin, Taehyung, Jungkook)

Tae:not to be dramatic but y/n literally remembered i take half a shot of vanilla in my iced americano ☕😩marry me rn

Jimin:you’re so easy bro 😭

Tae:say what you wantbut that’s real connection

Tae:

also her hair smells like peaches just putting that out there 🍑

Jungkook:ok

Tae:ok???

bro if someone made your coffee, remembered your order, laughed at your jokes AND smelled like fruit you’d write a whole ass album about her 💀

Jimin:he already did 🫣

Jungkook:what the fuck are you talking about

Tae: nothing bro chill 😭. just saying she’s sweet. and she actually listens?? kinda rare ngl

Tae: also she hummed while cleaning up today. cutest shit ever like little indie girl vibes 😭 i was dead

Jungkook: not that deep

Tae: you don’t get it she gave me this look when i almost knocked over the syrup bottle. like full-on death glare ,made me wanna knock them over again 🧍🏻‍♂️

Jimin: ur sick

Tae: sick in love y/n if you’re reading this, blink twice and say yes 💍

Jungkook: i’m muting this chat

Tae: why lmaooo??

u jealous or just allergic to happiness

Jungkook: tae. drop it.

Tae: damn okay 💀

someone woke up on the wrong side of the fuckin apocalypse

Jimin: 💀💀💀💀💀

Tae: anyway she said she’s helping me open tomorrow pray for me

gonna try to sneak in a playlist of just love songs and see if she notices 🤞

Jungkook: you’re pathetic

Tae: i’m romantic

there’s a difference 🕊️

Jimin: watch her play the guitar and he’ll propose on the spot 😭

Tae: wait she plays guitar????

i’m DONE

Jungkook: bye.

Jungkook has stopped responding.

Tae: …yo why is he always so grumpy these days

Jimin: idk

mercury in rage or whatever 😌

Jungkook stared at his phone screen, thumb hovering over the group chat before he locked it and tossed the device face down on the couch.

He couldn’t read another word. Not another “she’s so cute,” or “she made me coffee,” or “might marry her.” Not from Taehyung.

Especially not from Taehyung.

The worst part was—he didn’t even know.

He had no idea what happened between Jungkook and Y/N. No clue about the night they kissed. About the way things had shifted after. About how she’d started avoiding him like he was toxic.

Jungkook leaned back against the couch, running a hand through his hair in frustration. His jaw was tight, teeth grinding. That sharp, invisible thread between him and Y/N had gone slack. No more late-night conversations. No stolen glances. Just silence.

And Taehyung—Taehyung was filling the silence with that damn laugh of his and “accidental” jackets and morning shifts together.

It was driving Jungkook fucking crazy.

He didn’t even know what pissed him off more: that Taehyung kept flirting like he was in some harmless romcom, or that Y/N let him. Smiled at him. Looked at him the way she hadn’t looked at Jungkook since—

He stood abruptly, pacing now.

What the hell was he even doing?

He hadn’t said a word. He hadn’t fought for anything. He couldn’t. Because he didn’t know what they were. What they were supposed to be.

He remembered the feel of her lips, the way she’d melted into him that night. The way her breath caught when he touched her.

And now she wouldn’t even meet his fucking eyes.

Now she wore Taehyung’s jacket.

His hands clenched at his sides.

Jealousy sat heavy in his chest—ugly, hot, unspoken.

He couldn’t even blame Taehyung. Not really. Not when he was the one who let her slip behind closed doors and never knocked.

But god—he wanted to knock now.

He wanted to barge in.

He wanted to make her look at him again.

Instead, he sat back down, eyes on the ceiling, heart thudding like it had something to say.

But still—he said nothing.

Jimin 🐣

yo

you good?

Jimin 🐣

and don’t send me some one-word bullshit

Jungkook 🖤

what do you want me to say

Jimin 🐣

maybe the truth?

like the fact you’ve been acting like a ghost since the kiss?

Jungkook 🖤

there’s nothing to say

she doesn’t want to talk

Jimin 🐣

so you’re just gonna sit there and watch tae flirt with her all day?

Jungkook 🖤

what do you want me to do?

she made it clear. she’s over it. over me

Jimin 🐣

bro she wore his jacket

not a wedding ring

Jungkook 🖤

might as well have

she doesn’t even look at me anymore

i’m not stupid

i feel it

Jimin 🐣

you don’t know what she’s feeling

you’re just assuming the worst and shutting down

Jungkook 🖤

she kissed me and then pulled away like it was a mistake

since then? nothing.

just silence. distance. and now tae

Jimin 🐣

she didn’t pull away, man

you did

emotionally

you shut down first

Jungkook 🖤

i didn’t know what the fuck to do

she’s my roommate

my friend

my… i don’t know

Jimin 🐣

your something

and that’s the part you won’t say out loud

Jungkook 🖤

it doesn’t matter

i fucked it up

Jimin 🐣

only if you keep pretending you don’t care

you think tae would even flirt if he knew?

Jungkook 🖤

don’t tell him

Jimin 🐣

i won’t

but that doesn’t mean you get to keep hiding

say something

or someone else will

Party Night

Jungkook didn’t want to go.

He told himself that three times while buttoning his black shirt in front of the mirror, jaw clenched, chest tight. But he still went.

Eunji was already waiting downstairs when he got to the car.

She looked like trouble. In the best way.

Curls wild and glossy, lips painted in some cherry-red shade that matched the peek of her lace bra beneath a sheer corset top. A short leather skirt hugged her hips, her heels clicking confidently as she approached him.

“Damn,” she said, eyes dragging down his frame. “You clean up nice.”

Jungkook gave a small smirk. “You don’t look too bad yourself.”

She leaned in without hesitation, fixing the silver chain around his neck, fingers grazing the top button of his shirt. “You gonna let me undo this by the end of the night?”

He chuckled, low and noncommittal. “We’ll see.”

In the car, she talked a lot. About a new session, a playlist she wanted him to hear, how she couldn’t believe he still hadn’t posted a selfie in three weeks.

Jungkook stared out the window most of the ride, letting her talk, nodding at the right moments, texting Jimin once:

“You there?”

“Already drunk 😎”

The party was already alive when they stepped in—bass pulsing through the floorboards, colored lights painting the ceilings, bodies moving in dim-lit corners, glasses clinking. Someone had pulled the couches to the edge of the room to make space for dancing. The playlist was tasteful, curated, shifting between moody R&B and alt-pop.

People noticed them the second they walked in.

Whispers buzzed in the background:

“Yo, that’s Jungkook from Blue Noise, right?”

“Isn’t that Eunji?”

“They came together?”

“Hot couple.”

Jungkook heard it.

He didn’t correct it.

Eunji clung to his side like she belonged there, hand already sliding down the small of his back as they moved through the crowd. She greeted a few producers she knew, threw compliments like darts. Jungkook nodded vaguely, cracked smiles. He was good at playing cool. Detached. Untouchable.

Until the door opened again.

And suddenly, the temperature shifted.

Like gravity tilted.

Everyone turned.

Taehyung stepped in first, tall and magnetic in a slim brown suede jacket and black pants, rings catching the light as he casually sipped from a flask. His arm was around someone—

And then came her.

Y/N.

Every head turned.

Her black mini dress shimmered faintly in the low light, clinging to her figure like it had been poured onto her skin. Thin straps framed her collarbones, the neckline dipping just enough to make Jungkook’s pulse stutter. The hem barely reached her thighs, and when she walked, it shifted like silk, showing flashes of leg that made him forget where he was.

Her makeup was soft but sharp—winged liner, flushed cheeks, red gloss that glinted when she smiled.

Her hair was pinned up loosely, curled strands falling like temptation around her neck.

Taehyung’s hand rested comfortably on her waist.

The room reacted instantly.

“Holy shit—who is that?”

“She’s with Taehyung?”

“No way that’s just his employee.”

“They look like a magazine cover.”

“They look like… sex.”

Jungkook couldn’t look away.

Couldn’t think. Couldn’t breathe.

His fingers curled around the glass Eunji had handed him, knuckles white.

“Who’s that?” she asked, voice neutral—but he could feel her watching him instead of the girl.

He forced the words out. “My roommate.”

Eunji tilted her head, eyes narrowing slightly. “Oh?”

And then Jimin walked over, grin already trouble. He was flushed from the alcohol, pink-cheeked and grinning too wide.

He raised his glass. “Might also be the girl he made out with a few days ago,” he said casually. “Maybe the one he’s in love with.”

Eunji blinked, slow and amused. “Spicy,” she muttered, sipping from her drink. “This should be fun.”

They approached.

Taehyung was all smiles, greeting people like they were old friends. He tugged Y/N closer to whisper something in her ear—something that made her laugh, mouth tilted, hand briefly touching his chest.

Jungkook saw red.

The fake small talk started. Stiff greetings. Forced laughs. Y/N didn’t even look at him at first. She smiled at Eunji, polite. Spoke to Jimin. Nodded at someone who complimented her dress. But Jungkook?

She passed over him like he was no one.

Eunji, picking up on it all, slid her hand up his chest again. “You okay?” she murmured low, feigning concern with a smile that didn’t reach her eyes.

“Fine,” he lied.

But inside, he was already unraveling.

Taehyung’s fingers stayed glued to Y/N’s waist. Her dress clung tighter every time she moved. Her laughter danced through the room like it didn’t know it was killing him.

And worst of all—

She wasn’t even looking at him.

She hadn’t even looked.

Small talk passed in waves—tight smiles and clipped words that barely masked the undercurrents beneath.

Eunji’s hand curled around Jungkook’s bicep, her touch casual but deliberate. She leaned in close, brushing her fingers lightly over his chest. “You’ve been working too hard,” she murmured, voice low, almost purring. “You need to let loose sometime.”

Jungkook’s eyes flicked toward Y/N, who stood a few feet away, arms crossed, watching with quiet intensity. He didn’t stop Eunji. Not yet.

Y/N met Jungkook’s gaze and held it, unblinking. There was something fierce in her expression, something that dared him to say or do anything.

Taehyung, standing nearby with a drink in hand, caught Y/N’s eye. His smile was slow, confident. “Come dance with me,” he said softly.

Y/N hesitated, then smiled—a small, knowing curve of her lips. Without looking back at Jungkook, she reached for Taehyung’s wrist and pulled him toward the dance floor.

The music swelled, bass pounding heavy and relentless. The lights flickered low and warm, casting everyone in shades of gold and shadow.

They moved together—slow, deliberate, sensual. Y/N’s back pressed against Taehyung’s chest, his hands resting possessively on her hips. Their bodies swayed as if daring the whole room to watch.

Jungkook’s jaw tightened so hard it ached. His fists clenched, nails digging into his palms.

And then, impossibly, Taehyung dipped Y/N and kissed her.

Hot. Raw. Like fire and ice all at once.

Jungkook’s breath caught in his throat.

He snapped.

Storming through the crowd, every step fueled by a rage that simmered beneath his skin for days.

He reached them and grabbed Y/N’s wrist, pulling her away from Taehyung’s hold.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” he bit out, voice low and fierce.

Taehyung blinked, unfazed. “Dancing? Kissing? Breathing? Isn’t that what people do?”

“She’s not—”

“What?” Taehyung stepped closer. “Not what, Jungkook?”

Jungkook didn’t answer.

He just grabbed Y/N’s wrist and pulled her out of the party without another word.

Taehyung took a step forward when he saw Jungkook yank Y/N toward the door, his brows furrowed in concern.

“Hey—what the hell?” he started, about to follow.

But a hand landed on his arm.

“Let them go,” Jimin said firmly.

Taehyung turned, surprised. “He just dragged her out. What if she doesn’t want to—?”

“She does,” Jimin said, quieter this time. “Trust me. He’s not gonna hurt her. Not like that.”

Taehyung looked at the door, still half-open, now swinging shut with the breeze. He hesitated, then let out a breath and stayed put.

Outside, the night had teeth.

The cold sliced through the haze of beer and sweat and music. Jungkook didn’t slow down until they were a good distance from the pulsing bass of the party. The parking lot was mostly empty. A few flickering streetlights buzzed overhead, casting long shadows.

Y/N yanked her arm free the second they stopped, heels scraping the pavement.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” she hissed, her voice trembling—not from fear, but white-hot fury.

Jungkook whirled around, his jaw locked. “No. What the fuck is wrong with you?”

Her breath caught. “Excuse me?”

“You show up with him—wearing that—and then spend the whole night grinding on him like you’re trying to piss me off.”

She blinked. “Oh, I’m trying now?” A harsh laugh bubbled out of her. “Funny. Didn’t know I needed your permission to dance. Or wear whatever the fuck I want.”

“You knew exactly what you were doing.”

“Oh, did I? What about you, huh?” she stepped closer, eyes flashing. “Letting Eunji hang off your arm like some glittery stage prop? You didn’t even flinch when she stuck her hand down your shirt. You let it happen. You wanted it to happen.”

“I didn’t stop her because I was trying to forget you!” he shouted, louder than he meant to. The words tore out of him, jagged and brutal.

Y/N flinched.

The silence stretched.

Jungkook stepped back, raking a hand through his hair like he was trying to hold himself together. “I’ve been trying to forget you for weeks,” he said, voice lower now. “Ever since you moved in and started taking over my space. Leaving your mugs everywhere. Your headphones tangled with mine. Fucking humming to my unfinished demos like they were yours.”

Her breath caught.

“And then that night. When we kissed…” He looked up at her like he was reliving it. “When you kissed me back—I couldn’t breathe, Y/N. I couldn’t fucking breathe.”

Her chest rose and fell in shaky rhythm.

“And then tonight,” he said bitterly. “You show up looking like that, with him touching you like it’s nothing. Like he gets to. And I just—” His voice cracked. “It felt like watching someone else unwrap the only thing I ever wanted.”

She stood frozen, heart in her throat.

“I hate it,” Jungkook continued, stepping closer. His voice was breaking now, every word burning. “I hate the way you look at him. I hate that he makes you laugh. I hate that he gets to carry your stupid bag and put his jacket on you like you’re his.”

She swallowed hard.

“I hate all of it,” he breathed, “because I want it. I want to be the one who makes you laugh. I want to be the one holding your hand and keeping you warm and hearing your voice first thing in the morning.”

Her lips parted, but no sound came out.

“I want you, Y/N.”

The confession slammed into her chest.

Jungkook’s voice dropped even lower, soft but broken. “And I think I’ve been in love with you since you made fun of my playlist and called my studio a cave.”

A breath left her lips like she’d been punched.

“You don’t have to say anything,” he added, eyes flicking away. “I just—I couldn’t hold it in anymore. Watching you with him was fucking killing me.”

Y/N stared at him—his shoulders tense, his hands curled into fists, his whole body shaking like he’d finally let go of something he never meant to say.

“I thought…” she whispered. “I thought you didn’t want me.”

Jungkook let out a bitter, empty laugh. “No. I didn’t think I deserved you.”

She took a step forward.

Then another.

When she reached him, she didn’t kiss him—not yet. She reached up and brushed his cheek with her knuckles.

“You idiot,” she whispered.

His breath caught.

“You’re mine too.”

And that was it.

That was all he needed.

He surged forward and kissed her.

It was soft at first. Barely there. Like something sacred. His lips moved over hers with aching tenderness, and her hands found their way into his hair, holding him steady like the earth had tilted.

But it didn’t stay soft for long.

Because that tension—the one they’d been sitting in for weeks—finally snapped.

And it all came rushing out.

Jungkook groaned against her mouth, grabbing her waist and hauling her against him. She gasped, fingers tangling tighter in his hair as his tongue slid over hers, hungry and rough.

Her back hit the cold side of a car, and she barely noticed. His hands were everywhere—her jaw, her hips, her thighs. She moaned into his mouth and he swore he almost lost it right there.

“You’re mine,” he growled, lips moving to her neck. “Mine.”

“Prove it,” she whispered.

He pulled her thigh up, pinning her to the car, grinding into her like he had no intention of stopping.

“Fuck,” he breathed. “You don’t even know what you do to me.”

She laughed breathlessly. “You’re not so unaffected yourself.”

He kissed her again—deeper, messier. His hands dipped under her dress, teasing along the edge of her thigh as she gasped into his mouth.

“Say it again,” he demanded.

She was panting now, lips swollen and breath shaky. “You’re mine, Jeon Jungkook.”

He kissed her like he wanted to devour her. And for the first time in weeks, it didn’t feel like they were running from anything.

They were finally colliding.

Jungkook pulled back first—barely, reluctantly. His forehead rested against hers, their breaths still tangled, lips kiss-swollen and flushed from the way they’d devoured each other against the side of someone’s car.

“We need to get home,” he muttered, voice hoarse, low, and thick with heat.

Y/N blinked up at him, her brain fogged with adrenaline and lust. “Now?”

“Yeah,” he whispered. “Before I fuck you right here.”

A sharp inhale left her lips.

She didn’t protest.

They made it to the car in a blur—Jungkook’s hand never leaving her waist, her thigh, her wrist—some part of her always under his grip like he couldn’t risk her slipping away again. He opened the passenger door for her, barely managing a breath as she slid into the seat, dress still riding dangerously high up her legs.

He shut the door with more force than necessary and jogged around to the driver’s side.

Once the engine roared to life, the silence inside the car wasn’t calm. It crackled. It hummed with tension.

Her knees were pressed together, thighs clenched. Jungkook’s hands tightened on the wheel, his jaw locked, eyes flicking between the road and her legs.

“Seatbelt,” he grunted.

She clicked it into place without a word. But when she leaned back, her dress shifted—just enough to expose more skin. He noticed. Of course he did.

The drive started smooth. Tense.

Until the first red light.

Jungkook’s hand gripped the gear shift, knuckles white. She leaned over, her fingers brushing the back of his neck. Light. Teasing.

His jaw flexed. “Y/N…”

She smiled, dangerous. “Yeah?”

“You’re driving me fucking insane.”

“Oh?” she leaned in closer, lips at his ear. “Already?”

He turned his head.

And just like that, their mouths crashed again.

Hot. Desperate. Full of all the things they hadn’t said for weeks.

Jungkook pulled her closer by the back of her neck, fingers sliding into her hair. His other hand stayed on the wheel—barely. She kissed him like she needed it to breathe, her lips soft and then rough, her teeth dragging along his lower lip as he groaned into her mouth.

The light turned green.

Neither noticed.

Until a car behind them honked.

They jumped, breathing hard. Jungkook let out a sharp curse and slammed the gear into drive, eyes wild.

“Fuck,” he muttered. “You’re going to kill me.”

“You started it,” she replied, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. Her lipstick was smudged. Her smirk? Evil.

The next few minutes were a blur of tension.

His hand slid to her thigh at the next light. Not innocently. Not this time. He traced slow circles, eyes never leaving the road—except when he glanced sideways to see her reaction.

She shivered.

“You like that?” he asked.

“You know I do.”

At the next red light, she unbuckled her seatbelt.

“What are you—”

She crawled over the center console before he could stop her, straddling him in the driver’s seat. It was reckless. Stupid. Hot.

“Y/N,” he warned, voice ragged.

“Shut up,” she whispered—and kissed him again.

It was deeper this time. Her hips rolled slowly against his, dragging a growl from his throat. His hands gripped her ass, holding her to him like she was the only thing anchoring him to this earth.

“Fuck, baby,” he hissed. “We’re not gonna make it home.”

“Yes, we are,” she gasped. “But barely.”

Another honk behind them. Another curse. She slid off of him with a wicked grin and adjusted her dress, licking her swollen lips. Jungkook’s hair was a mess now, lips red, eyes half-lidded as he focused on the road again, his breathing shallow.

“Put your seatbelt back on before I make you,” he said through gritted teeth.

She clicked it back into place, but her hand stayed resting on his thigh.

The rest of the drive was torture.

She’d drag her fingers along his leg. He’d grip the wheel tighter. She’d moan when the car hit a bump and her body bounced. He’d mutter curses under his breath, threatening to pull over and end her right there.

By the time they pulled into the apartment lot, his shirt was wrinkled, her hair was a mess, and both of them looked like they’d just committed a felony.

Jungkook cut the engine, head falling back against the seat.

“We are so fucked.”

Y/N laughed—breathy, teasing. “Not yet.”

His eyes snapped open.

And the next moment?

They were stumbling out of the car, barely managing to lock it before they were all over each other again, right there in the parking lot, mouths clashing like magnets.

Hands in hair.

Fingers on zippers.

Heels clattering against the pavement.

But Jungkook pulled back, panting.

“Inside,” he said. “Now. Before I lose the last shred of control I have left.”

She didn’t argue.

She ran.

And he chased her up the stairs, every footstep a promise.

hey tumblr!

back with part five and omg i had so much fun writing this one 😭💥

jimin truly came through for jungkook — like, emotional support king behavior.as for taehyung… let’s just say, he really doesn’t know what he’s walking into. 😮‍💨

jungkook’s absolutely spiraling this part — from taehyung talking about her to him walking in with y/n at the party. yeah, chaos. delicious chaos.

hope you guys enjoy reading it as much as i enjoyed writing it. the final part is up next (full-blown spicy, you’ve been warned 👀🔥)

reblogs, comments & kisses are welcome here 💌

with love,

xo, ario 💗

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[shifterology]

𝓦HAT'S IN MY GOODIE BAG.

— teen fame dr.

hello british vogue, i'm aria solange onya and this is what is in my bag.

"what type of bag is it?"

the bag itself is a mini clare cross body in the colour blush pink from coach. my mum got it for me on my fourteen birthday and ever since i've held it very dear to my heart.

"could you explain the keychains on it?"

so the little monkey keychains i got from some little indie charity shop in London before i came back to NYC and same with the little bears — which i think are Sanrio characters — the miffy one was a gift from one of my bestfriends (tae) after he came back from japan.

"whats in your bag?"

so i always carry around a clawclip for kiyoko because she never carries one for herself. then my rhode lipgloss because having dry lips is an ick of mine, i cannot do it. a digi cam — if you know me, you know i love taking pictures and candids. my airpods because not being able to listen to music is like a death sentence. my phone obviously, it's my safe haven. a fan just incase it gets hot and i need to cool down. another pair of headphones because what if my airpods are dead? gum because if anyone told me my breath stunk, i'd crawl into the ground and never come back up. handcream because my mum has a thing against me being ashy outside. so yeah, that's whats in this little purse of mine.

[magic-shop-stories]

BTS as fathers pt.2 - YOONGI

other members JIN

pt.2 - YOONGI

Yoongi’s parenting style would be quiet piano melodies at 2 AM, handwritten notes tucked into lunchboxes, and a love so steady it feels like a heartbeat. He’s the dad who says little but sees everything.

💖 Emotional Side & Feelings

quietly devoted

actions > grand gestures

late-night tea talks

fixes broken toys/stuff without asking

introspective journaling

fears of emotional distance

love language: quality time & acts of service

all-night school project help

concert drives

soft at heart = tearing up at milestones, hidden behind a grumpy mask

Yoongi would express his deep love through subtle, consistent actions. He may appear reserved, yet every late-night conversation and gentle fix is a testament to his devotion. Though he worries about repeating his father’s emotional distance, he'd work hard to be fully present for his kids, even if it means muttering “Allergies” while wiping a stray tear at a piano recital.

👨‍👧‍👦 What He Does With His Kids

Music lessons: Home studio piano basics

“Finger placement matters. No, not like that...here.”

Quiet adventures: Indie bookstores, vinyl shops, late-night drives with lo-fi beats

Cooking: Simple meals like kimchi jjigae with extra tofu

“Eat. It’ll make you taller.”

EXTRA:

Vinyl Listening & Music Appreciation Nights: He has a deep love for analog music and storytelling through sound. On weekend nights, he'd sit in the studio or living room, with his kids dims the lights, and plays vinyl records, explaining what makes each song special

“Listen to this bassline—pure genius.”

sometimes, they take turns picking albums, and he lets them explain why they love certain songs.

he'd teach them how to handle vinyl properly

“No fingerprints. Treat it with respect.”

occasionally, he'd play them unreleased songs or rough demos, letting them hear his creative process

becomes a bonding ritual = music as a shared language between them

From teaching piano in his intimate studio to taking quiet midnight drives, Yoongi’s time with his kids would be filled with understated moments that nurture creativity and resilience. Whether whipping up a simple meal or listeninh to music together, every moment would be carefully crafted to make his children feel seen and supported.

📚 What He Teaches Them

Resilience

“Life’s not fair. But you’re tougher than you think.”

Creativity

“There’s no wrong way to create.”

Financial sense

“Save your allowance. That Dior hoodie isn’t worth it.” (Though earned, rewards follow)

Self-advocacy

“Speak up. Even if your voice shakes.”

Yoongi’s lessons would be straightforward and heartfelt. He'd emphasize bouncing back from setbacks, finding beauty in creative expression, and developing financial wisdom, often blending tough love with gentle encouragement to help his children forge their own paths.

💎 His Beliefs & Values

Mental health matters: open about anxiety

Work hard, rest harder: mandatory “lazy Sundays”

Privacy is sacred

shields from media, no paparazzi

With a balanced perspective shaped by his own challenges, Yoongi would instill values of self-care and privacy. He believes that mental health is as important as any achievement and ensures that his family has a sanctuary away from the public eye.

🚫 What He’s Strict About

Respect

“You can disagree without being cruel.” - then sits them in the studio to write down the sharpest punchlines together

Honesty

“Disappointing me is worse than making a mistake.”

Screen time: Limits social media; promotes creative hobbies

Alcohol: you might think he'd be chill about it but he'd be strict about underage drinking, but also teaches responsible choices when older

Firm and fair, Yoongi sets clear boundaries. He demands respect and honesty in every interaction and enforces sensible limits on screen time. Notably, he is resolute about alcohol—prohibiting it for underage kids while gradually educating them on responsibility as they grow.

🤒 Handling Tough Situations

When sick: methodical care (thermometer, homemade ginger tea, Studio Ghibli DVDs)

“Rest. I’ll handle the rest.”

Misbehavior: calm discussion

“Let’s talk about why you did that.”

logical consequences (e.g. volunteering if careless with a pet)

Heartbreak: shares personal tales of teenage angst over hot chocolate

“First love’s like a song—beautiful, but not always meant to last.”

Whether it’s a fever or a broken heart, Yoongi would handle crises with a steady, thoughtful approach. He'd create a healing environment, be it with a carefully measured dose of ginger tea or a quiet chat that puts life’s disappointments into perspective.

🎁 Typical Gifts

Vinyl records: rare pressings

(e.g., signed vinyl for 16th birthday)

“Don’t scratch it.”

Music gear: vintage guitar or MIDI controller

“Make something honest.”

Luxury staples: subtle Valentino accessories

“Take care of yourself. It’s not vanity, it’s self-respect.”

Every gift from Yoongi meticulously chosen to reflect his children’s passions and his own refined taste. From rare vinyl to quality music instruments and understated luxury items, his presents would be both meaningful and practical.

👧👦 Parenting Differences: Daughter and Son

For His Daughter:

fiercely protective yet promotes independence

“You don’t need anyone’s permission to take up space.”

admires her boldness

secretly preserves her protest art

encourages pursuit of STEM or music, whatever she loves

For His Son:

focuses on emotional intelligence

“Crying doesn’t make you weak. It makes you human.”

bonds over basketball games (even if Yoongi is hopeless against his own son - YES! - believe me, he is good but his son would be better)

teaches practical skills: cooking, cleaning, money management

Yoongi would tailor his approach with care: nurturing his daughter’s independence and creative spirit while guiding his son to embrace vulnerability and practical life skills. His method would be to celebrate each child’s uniqueness while providing a consistent foundation of love and discipline.

💬 Typical Things He Says

“Think before you act. But don’t overthink.” “You’re allowed to be angry. Just don’t let it control you.” “If you’re going to fail, fail forward.” “Want a snack? I’ve got ...”

🌟 Family Rituals

Midnight snack sessions: 1 AM ramyeon under soft kitchen lights, life talks

Studio Saturdays: Home studio hangouts with doodles and songwriting

Annual hiking trips: Nature detoxes

“Fresh air fixes everything.”

Family time with Yoongi defined by unique rituals that blend creativity and calm. From spontaneous late-night snacks to relaxed studio sessions and refreshing hikes, these traditions cement the deep bonds they share.

🌍 Balancing Fame & Family

compartmentalizes work and home, home is sacred

occasional low-key studio sessions

no exploitation of their image

advocates for mental health resources for teens, inspired by his kids

Yoongi would masterfully separate his demanding career from his cherished family life. He'd ensure that his children are shielded from the limelight while still sharing bits of his world in a controlled, nurturing way.

💭 His Worries & Efforts

fears of emotional distance

schedules weekly “How’s your heart?” check-ins

overthinks birthday gifts to ensure they feel truly seen

quietly donates to youth art programs, promoting a kinder, less judgmental world

Haunted by the possibility of inheriting his father’s detachment, Yoongi would constantly strive to connect more deeply with his children. His careful efforts, both big and small, reveal a dad who is always learning, always loving, and always trying to create a better world for his kids.

[bangtanhoesthings]

Are You Sure feels like a travel video that a friend made and then shared with you. In the grand scheme of things, it's not sent necessarily to entertain you but simply to show you " Hey look! This is what I did, this is what I ate, this is where I went, doesn't it look fun?"

This show is about Jimin and Jungkook being vulnerable and authentic without the glitz and glamour. They could have very well incorporated a lot of activities and put on a show for our entertainment (they have been in the industry for more than a decade, trust me, they know how to) but they didn't because that's not what this was about.

With their go-pros in hand, they simply did what they wanted to do, went where they wanted to go and ate what they wanted to eat ( and boy do these guys know how to eat).

There are many scenes in the show that the two could have chosen not to show eg. Jimin's diarrhoea, Jimin's struggle with the slopes (why is it always Jimin ...lol). They chose to keep these scenes that depict them as regular human beings.

That's one of the things that made me fall in love with BTS. Despite the idol image, the boys have through the years tried to be as genuine as they possibly could within reason. When asked what being a regular human was like in the military, Jin answered that it was no different since who he is on camera is who he is off camera.

BTS cultivated a relationship with ARMY that allows them to be vulnerable. They don't always need to put on a show, they can just be. And this trust is perfectly translated through their musical experiments in chapter two. The fact that Tae was confident enough to release an RnB album, Joonie's indie RPWP album, Yoongi's album that was essentially him closing the door on his trauma, and all the other works the members released. We give them that freedom to explore, to soar, to breathe, to live, to be and to thrive.

I feel it's the same with this show. Jimin and Jungkook were willing to show us who they are because they knew we would not judge them for it (the sane fans I mean). From the bickering, to the play fights, to the semi-deep conversations, to the playfulness, to the moments filled with tension(not the good kind), to the softness. All this in its totality makes up a sum total of who they are and their beautiful bond. Which makes the "it's a script" arguments just downright laughable.

Some say "it's boring". Well yes, it's meant to be. That's why it works. It's simple. It's mundane. That's what makes it beautiful. Because despite them engaging in a few activities, the boys are out enjoying themselves and they just happen to bring us along. When you really consider how the show was structured you get to understand that this show was more for them than for us. Am grateful they shared with us all the same.

Is there a point to this long post, not really. Just a girl gushing over two men whose show has helped keep her sane these past few weeks. I want 12 more seasons. I want more travel adventures with Jikook. I want more "mukbang" videos. I want more "Are you hurt" moments with Jimin (jk, I can't take anymore of those). But most of all, I want them, together, having the time of their lives.

[swordsandholly]

A little sneak speak into a poly 141 x reader pro wrestling AU I’m working on for WIP Wednesday.

“Hello.” You blink up at the imposing figure above you.

Dark eyes stare down at you from behind his signature mask. A black balaclava with a sewn in skull covering his eyes. An iconic image in modern day wrestling.

The Ghost. Simon Riley. Current Heavyweight Champion. Thirty-one. Six-four and two hundred and fifty-five pounds. Lean.

You try very, very hard to ignore the fact that this massive man standing in front of you is wearing nothing but his wrestling trunks and knee-high boots. It feels so much skimpier in person.

“Och, yer the new announcer, aye?” Another man appears beside him. John MacTavish aka Soap. Another member of the 141 faction.

He’s pretty. The kind of pretty you’d recognize from a mile away. He was always one of your favorites to watch in the indies, when you could, and he continued to be a favorite all the way into the pros. He’s fast, high energy but a heavy hitter at the same time.

Current tag team champions with Gaz. Twenty-seven. Five foot ten, two hundred and twenty pounds and one of the prettiest men on the planet, as per the numerous fan pages dedicated to him and his kilt.

You nod, trying to calm down the rushing in your ears by giving your name and holding out your hand. Hopefully he doesn’t notice the shaking.

“Lovely tae meet ye.” He shakes your hand excitedly, a genuine grin splitting his face. “Donnae mind the big guy - he’s as quiet out of ring as in.”

You snort. So it’s not just the persona.

[maudlxne]

❝ In a world where you can be anything ──────────── ☾

⠂⠄⠄⠂⠁⠁⠂⠄⠄⠂⠁⠁⠂⠄⠄⠂ ⠂⠄⠄⠂☆ Be kind ❞

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[4ranghaes]

Another song fic with Taesan?🥹

(Love ur writing btw, hope this doesn’t stress u, take ur time hehe)

song fic!💋

now playing… this is how you spell “HAHAHA, we destroyed the hopes and dreams of a generation of faux-romantics” by los campesinos!

han taesan x reader [fluff/angst, gender neutral!reader, non-idol!taesan, i’m imagining the setting as like a shitty english uni house so hope you get the vibe lol]

warnings: problematic/abusive relationship, reader is having a panic attack, reader smokes, talks of drugs

a/n - no stress at all, anon! never be afraid to request <333 also i apologise because this song is probably NOT what you had in mind but, we abide by the playlist🙇🏻‍♀️

01:09 - “i just wanted peace,” he sighed, “i just wanted to sleep.”

“i’m sorry i’m not fucking perfect, taesan,” you snapped, your breathing deep and frantic, previously cried tears staining old mascara down your face.

the party that the two of you had abandoned hours previous could still be heard going on downstairs, music and people’s voices blaring as they disturbed the neighbours. you left housemates responsible for anything that was happening now.

“that’s not what i meant,” he huffed, watching as you got out the bed, storming over to the old, rusty sink in the corner of your bedroom and splashing your face with cold water, “are you alright now, love?”

you swallowed, nodding slowly as you walked back over to the bed, taesan pressing a kiss to the side of your head as you sat beside him. you lit up a cigarette with shaking hands, he glanced up and saw the old beanie of his covering the smoke alarm.

“you know that’s not what i meant,” he sighed.

“i don’t know what you meant at all tae,” you said, leaving his body again as you walked round the messy bedroom, “what are we even doing here?! what is this?! why did i just have a nightmare about you, taesan?!”

“about me?” he exclaimed, “what was i doing?!”

you cried out, practically tearing your hair out with the harsh grip you had on it, “i don’t know! maybe it was that fucking note again.”

your boyfriend scoffed, “please don’t bring that up again, y/n. that was a drugged up mistake, you know that!”

“‘i have left you, please never try to find me’?!” you exclaimed, “do you know how fucked up that is, taesan?!”

taesan couldn’t say anything in reply as you walked out to your balcony, finishing off your cigarette with long drags. he could hear occasional sobs, but he knew it was better not to react. eventually, the cigarette became a stub as you pressed out the flame on the corner of the railing, dropping it into the bucket you kept.

walking back into the room, the party’s eyeliner and mascara was now rubbed all over your eyes, leaving big streaks of black. taesan took in your appearance, noting the goosebumps on your arm.

he opened his arms, a silent invitation as you climbed back into the bed, burying yourself in his chest. his fingers brushed gently over your goosebumped arms, feeling each one of them.

you were still crying, tears falling from your eyes while apologies fell from your lips. taesan looked around the dump of your bedroom, unfinished poetry and books laid around, in the bins and on the walls; he couldn’t help but think they were indicative of your life.

“i can read you,” he whispered.

you sniffled, chuckling, “am i that obvious?”

“no,” he whispered, serious as ever, “your arm. i can read it.”

“like braille,” you sighed, staring off into the distance, holding onto the arm that was wrapped around you tightly. taesan nodded in reply, even though you couldn’t see him.

“i know,” he said, running one finger along a line of goosebumps, “i am wrong. i am sorry.”

“i know,” you sighed, kissing his arm as you listened to the background noise of 2010s indie party music, “i am wrong, i am sorry.”

[taehyungfirst]

Just popping in because I self-soothed (again) by watching the Winter Ahead MV (again) and it's just crazy not only how good it is -- like a full cinematic experience with the visuals and the acting not to mention the song itself being beautiful...but it's also kind of crazy the caliber of art we just accept Tae to produce now. Like can you imagine if another idol released literally anything he has released in his solo career. Like seriously? And I mean anyone -- including other BTS members (no shade to them, just singing praise for Tae). It's not just the style of the music (which is perfection and I'm so glad he's getting to lean into his personal style and the depth/range of his voice finally) but it's just the level and commitment to making something new and distinct and fully realized every single damn time.

From a blond hair, gold sequins Bowie-level icon in a Spanish cave and then we go all the way to dark haired tortured artist-leading man in a indie-period drama. And everything in between. We don't even get breaks in non-music projects because blue haired, half naked skater boy and quirky composer-meets-cute barista nearly did me in as well. And don't even get me started on LWA (please please act in something together please!).

And, yes, it makes me furious at how that company cannot and does not fully value or support him, his contributions or his art. I showed my non kpop inclined cousin the MV and she was floored. She thought it was so beautiful and even she was mad that it hadn't been shared more widely. But I also try to focus on the fact that Tae did the damn thing. He got to create and put out his vision and art. He got to authentically share parts of himself he hasn't been able to before. He was able to play his role in BTS, and continue to raise the bar and continue to exceed expectations (I've seen the Squid Game clip about 10485 times since s2 dropped), but also stay true to himself, seek out inspiration and kindred spirits, engage his creativity and put himself out in the world with such an immediately fascinating portfolio of work. He has really established a foundation for himself as an individual artist and musician. Anywho, just dropping by (while hiding from my family) to say that.

I can’t imagine anyone doing what Taehyung is doing, you gotta have a level of charisma that is not easily matched and that many idols in the industry are trying to replicate. This ask kind of summed up the journey with 2024 Taehyung and it makes me excited for the projects and new sides of Tae we will get to see this year. We’re in for a ride 🙂‍↕️

[iveneverbeenhere]

“I bite my tongue, it’s a bad habit”

Songs that BTS boys remind me of:

Summary: ^ Title explains it all fr.

Genre: Mostly fluff, Suga’s paragraph and songs are mostly smut, Jimin has vague Yandere themes, so if you want to skip go ahead 🫡

CW: Smut, facesitting, masochist Yoongi, a lot of these songs contain sexual themes, cursing and all that. Yoongi has songs that say the Word, so if you not black 🤨careful with ya act.

Word count: I cannot bother to count rn😭

A/N: Even when I’m not listening to K-pop, the brain worms will relate it back to kpop🙂‍↕️.

Jin:

🤪Cuff it - Beyonce

🤪Summer Renaissance - Beyonce

🤪Wasabi- Max

I will give a short paragraph because these songs all have the same vibe. Jin’s love feels light and fun. It feels like getting lemonade on a spring day. He’s truly the type of guy that when you fall in love with him, you fall for your best friend.

Additional song: Harley’s in Hawaii - Katy Perry

Min Yoongi:

🐈‍⬛I Will- Danny Brown

🐈‍⬛Throat baby remix

🐈‍⬛Here, there, and everywhere- The Beatles

We already know that Suga is the throat GOAT. He’s made it clear that his game is unmatched. On a more serious note, he’s lowkey a wild switch. Whenever he gives head he gets really submissive. Specifically when he’s in this headspace, he’ll want you to sit on his face. By that he means, suffocate him. He’s got a masochistic streak. However, when he’s not being a hoe, his love feels calm. Like chilling inside and then it begins to rain. I’d say it’s almost melancholic, but I think that’s because he’s a sad meow meow.

Additional Song: Sweater Weather - The Neighbourhood

J hope:

🦄Honeypie- Jawny

🦄Electric love - Borns

🦄Classic - MKTO

Jhope feels chaotic, almost pure when he’s in love. It's like being a little kid and your crush passes you a paper asking if you like them. He’s cute, if corny, but the sincerity of his emotions more than makes up for his cornballness.

Additional song: Everybody talks - Neon Trees

Kim Namjoon:

💍Stupid for you- waterparks

💍Die for you- The weeknd

💍Nvrmnd- I.M

Namjoon’s love simultaneously feels both unplanned and grounded. It’s not like he meant to fall in love, but when he did, he accepted it. You can’t exactly be mad when the sun decides to shine on you. He’s uncoordinated to the point of recklessness, but his devotion runs deeper than any others.

Additional song: Running up that hill - Kate Bush

Park Jimin:

🐶Do you? -Troyboi

🐶Lovefool - Twocolors

🐶Dream girl- Tanerelle

Maybe it’s because I recently wrote a yandere jimin fic but Jimin’s love feels almost clingy but sickeningly sweet. He feels like the type of guy to ask if you would still love him if he were a worm. He would send you pictures and texts throughout the entire day, even if he was supposed to be busy. He wants you to know that he’s always thinking of you.

Additional song: Needy by Ariana Grande

Kim Taehyung:

🐻🐯Bad Habit- Steve Lacy

🐻🐯King - Conan Gray

🐻🐯Strawberries and Cigarettes - Troye sivan

I’ve been obsessed with fri(end)s lately, so all V does is remind me of like Indie pop songs. Tae’s love feels naive, but exciting. It’s like when you get into your first relationship. It’s nerve-wracking but special. He’s the guy who makes puppy love feel like forever.

Additional song: The lourve - Lorde

Jungkook:

🐰Brainwashed- Waterparks

🐰Locked out of Heaven- Bruno mars

🐰Run away with me- Carly rae jepsen

Jungkook’s love feels out of the blue. He’s the type who falls first. The guy you’re friends with who started to be really complimentary towards you lately. It feels weird to both you and him, but it also feels right. Somehow his spontaneity makes him even more sure in his feelings towards you. He doubts he’ll regret you.

Additional song: I like U - Niki