#taejoon pack

[stormblessed95]

https://x.com/2bukumi_13/status/1862123108057878936?t=oe4Rqzkvd0FlmoK8US5gjA&s=19

And i saw this edit and it's just the way he treats jm like a baby because that's exactly how you make a crying baby stop by hitting a thing that hurt the baby like toy or wtv. remember that clip where jm hits nd hurts himself with some ice pack/cube kinda that thing and to make him laugh he starts doing karate with it and jimin starts laughing and goes "okay okay" lol. It's adorable how he's the younger one than jm but the way he goes "Should i do it for you hyung? You'll hurt yourself". Now who's going to tell him that jimin is his hyung who's 2 yrs elder than him and is also very mm much more marital art trained than jungkook himself.

That army bomb clip as well like "you'll hurt yourself, shall i do it for you" and there's yoongi cutting army bomb along with jm as well but he's only focused on jm till he cuts it well.

Then the way he cares for jimin's food like he's always telling jimin to eat. "You gotta finish it all" and then in their one of the last live with taejoon when jm asked if it's okay to eat because he's hungry or smtg and jungkook tell jimin to eat some 3-4 times in between.

Once someone said the interesting thing about jimin and jungkook's dynamics is both of them think of each other as their baby and they both babies eachother alot and i can see how. the always the maknae jungkook goes hyung like when he's with jimin and you have jimin who's never not found jungkook cute because in his eyes jungkook is always cute. The way he still pinches jungkook's cheeks because he can't control himself. Then you have jungkook going "In Army's eyes jimin hyung is cute, he's cute in my eyes too but i always remember he's my hyung" it's like he has to remind himself that jimin is his hyung no matter how cute he finds jimin.

This was me blabbering random jikook shit

Lmao cute

[mymontage]

UNCHARTED with @deuxblues backdated: 2020

When it comes to producing a song, Yuchan’s greatest challenge is to not overthink every part of it. He composes, layers the sound, experiments with the audios from the sound pack he recently downloaded, and then thinks that he’s shooting himself in the foot with how instrumental he’s making his choruses. It’s a long procedure of picking and choosing and writing. It’s longer than it has to be, because Yuchan is nothing if his music isn’t tried and true.

He snaps out of it earlier this time, though. Attention stolen by the studio’s door opening in the corner of his eye, he sits up straight and puts the laptop that was previously on his lap to his desk. 

It’s Kevin Yoon! It’s Cho Taejoon! It’s… Blue. Joo Jaeyoon (which Yuchan, currently high on the studio air, laughs at. Jaeyoon’s name kinda sounds like their names mixed together. It's funny.).

“Hey?” Yuchan attempts to greet him, his hands removing his headphones from his ears so that they’re placed around his neck instead. He knows about this one, but of course he does. Yuchan had made it his mission, when Remedy were a lot less successful that they are now, to know the artists that are above them: faces committed to memory like flashcards, a position written beneath each name, a conversational snippet that was overheard, or general perspectives that their mutuals or tabloids share. Still, he’ll pass it off as a question when he later asks ‘You’re Jaeyoon, right?’ with just the right amount of ambiguity.

Yuchan stands up, bowing a little. The most raw form of Kim Yuchan exists in the timeframe where he’s inside the studio– and there’s something about Jaeyoon who just stumbled in and smells of alcohol. He’s intrigued. He looks down at his watch, checking the time. “I don’t think we’ve met before, uh– do you need anything?” He continues, shifting around a little.

[comfortjoonie]

Taejoon -- Overdrinking

hey guys! seems like a lot of you were interested in the overdrinking fic, so i made it. it's kinda bad lol. i tried my best.

TW: Emeto, alcohol, blood

“We should go home, hyung,” Taehyung says.  He hands a glass of water to Namjoon and stands up from the bar.

Namjoon is too drunk to stand up without help.  He’s exhausted and feels so sick and foggy.  “F-fine, that’s fine,” he says, Taehyung helping him up.  “I’ll call a cab.”

—

When Namjoon stumbles into the hotel room, he nearly collapses immediately.  Taehyung can hear his hyung’s stomach gurgling, knowing what it means, so he all but drags him to the bathroom and forces him over the toilet.  He breathes heavily for a minute, trying not to throw up.

“Hyung, you should get it out of your system,” Taehyung says.

“No..don’t wanna..” Namjoon says, rubbing his eyes.  He’s so hard to control when he’s drunk.  Taehyung is lucky it’s 2am and Namjoon is exhausted, therefore way easier to manage.  Usually he gets tired and feverish like this, and sometimes he gets a little panicked, like right now.  Despite how big he is, Namjoon is a lightweight and always overestimates how much he can take. “Hyung, just let it up.  You’re gonna feel better once you do.”  Namjoon shakes his head and swallows.  Taehyung touches his forehead.  “You have a fever, hyung,” he sighs.  Namjoon suddenly gags and liquid mixed with bile pours out of his mouth.  He coughs and gags again.  Taehyung knows this could easily go on all night with how much he drank.  Taehyung hadn’t even noticed – he’d just gone to the other side of the bar and sat with a couple of girls he found interesting while Namjoon caught up with some friends from high school.  At 1am, one of Namjoon’s friends had crossed the bar and told him they were leaving, but Namjoon was way too drunk to be by himself.

“I don’t know why you drank so much, hyung.  And you barely ate anything today.  You know better than this.”  Taehyung is trying not to get frustrated, but he hates seeing Namjoon like this.  Namjoon vomits again, shaking his head.

“I don’t know…” he says. He grimaces and leans back against the bathtub.  Taehyung flushes the toilet.

“You need a bath, hyung, you’re sweating like crazy.”

“No…” Namjoon doesn’t want to get in the water.  The pressure of water on his stomach will make him throw up again, he thinks.  And he’s foggy, but clear enough to remember that every time he gets a fever, Taehyung makes him bathe in cold water, just like his mom did.

“If you take a shower, I’ll have to come in with you and make sure you don’t fall over or black out,” Taehyung says.  “And I don’t want to get my clothes wet.”  Namjoon sighs.

“Fine.”

Taehyung lifts Namjoon’s shirt off and strips him down to his boxers, running the bath.  Namjoon is breathing heavily with his head hanging down, looking pained.  “Hyung, get in now,” Taehyung says, helping Namjoon into the tub.  “Just sit here for ten minutes, okay?”

Namjoon is shivering like crazy, and he can feel the next wave of vomit definitely coming.  

“I’m gonna go grab you some water.  If you feel like you’re gonna pass out, get out of the tub.”  Taehyung leaves and fills up a glass with water, but when he hears a loud splash of water, he drops the glass on the floor and runs to the bathroom, not caring about the shattered glass on the floor.  He rushes in the bathroom to find Namjoon, soaking wet, vomiting into the toilet again.  He’s dripping water all over the floor.  Taehyung leans down and rubs his hyung’s back.  “Gosh, hyung,” he mumbles.  “You need to be more careful next time.” 

In between two gags, Namjoon responds.  “S-sorry,” he whispers, then vomits again.  

“Next time we go to a bar, I’m staying by your side the whole time.”  Namjoon finishes and fumbles for the toilet paper.  Taehyung takes a piece and wipes his mouth, then flushes the toilet.  “I’m sorry you’re so sick, Namjoonie.  Is there anything you need?  Ice pack? Stomach rubs?  Cuddles?”  Namjoon shakes his head.

“Sleep,” he mumbles.  Taehyung grabs a towel from the counter and drapes it over Namjoon.  “Take off your boxers and dry yourself off.  Taehyung looks away and Namjoon does so.  Taehyung wraps the towel around Namjoon’s waist and helps him to the bedroom.  Taehyung and Namjoon had requested a room with two beds – Namjoon usually hates having physical contact in his sleep – but they were only able to give them a room with one bed.  It made Taehyung sad that his favorite hyung wouldn’t want to sleep with him, but he respected Namjoon’s choice to sleep on the floor.  Except, when Namjoon’s sick, he always likes to share the bed with someone and have them close by.  Taehyung grabs Namjoon’s pajamas and hands them to him, but Namjoon is shaking too badly to put them on.  Taehyung helps him pull on his boxers, shorts, and socks and helps him into bed again.  Namjoon is exhausted.  Taehyung stays for ten minutes with him and makes sure he’s asleep before going to the bathroom to clean up.  It’s 3am and he’s completely exhausted.  

He grabs a towel and dries the bathroom floor, then grabs Namjoon’s boxers and hangs them to dry.  He’s draining the bath when he hears a thud and a cry of pain, and he rushes to the kitchen to find Namjoon sitting next to the broken glass with blood on his hands and just below his ribs.  He’d completely forgotten about the shattered glass.  Taehyung runs over to Namjoon, seeing the blood on the glass and putting the pieces together.  His shoes crunch on the glass.  Namjoon has tears in his eyes.  Taehyung curses loudly as he grabs Namjoon and drags him away from the glass.

“What happened?  What were you doing here?”

“I tried to gr-grab water, and I slipped on the water here and fell on the glass.

“I’m so sorry, hyung, oh, gosh, I can’t believe this,” he curses again.  Namjoon starts gagging and Taehyung grabs a bowl and brings it to Namjoon while he vomits, but nothing comes up and Namjoon sets the bowl aside.  He doesn’t know what to do besides try and stop the bleeding.  The cut on Namjoon’s stomach looks pretty mild, but it’s still bleeding a lot.  Thinking quickly, he grabs a dishcloth and presses it against the wound.  Namjoon’s hands are bleeding from catching himself, so Taehyung grabs another to wrap around his hands. 

“I have no idea what to do, hyung,” Taehyung sighs and runs a finger through his hair.  Namjoon looks like he’s about to pass out from the shock.  Taehyung pulls Namjoon’s hair out of his face.  “Stay awake, Namjoon-hyung.  Don’t go to sleep.”

I have no motivation lol.  This is where my brain ends.  If you guys want a part two i might do it but idk.  Sorry if this isn’t what you guys were hoping for.

[nxtahxro]

continued from here !

❝ i know i am , ❞ stiles hums out , in that sort of weird tone people get when they're teetering into the DANGEROUS territory of not being okay and their wound being too BAD ---- where they sound amused , almost drunk . stiles slips in and out of being aware of where he is , how close they are to the clinic ---- to HELP . his head tries to snap up at the sound of scott kicking the door , and stiles makes a noise when the world spins a little on him -- choosing to close his eyes against the dizziness .

❝ a STUPID decision , ❞ stiles tries to laugh , tries to play off how he doesn't feel right --- doesn't feel OKAY in a way that sort of scares him . the table is cold through his shirt and overshirt , and stiles makes a face . scott's touch is COMFORTING , and a hand shakier and paler than normal ---- than it should be , fumbles to lay over the one on his shoulder - his own fingers stained CRIMSON as he squeezes - grip weak . ❝ hey . . . scott ---- ❞ honey-browns that look a little GLASSY , in a way that has deaton looking at scott and then taejoon in barely-masked concern --- struggle to focus before he's finding scott's dark browns. ❝ if ---- ❞ how many times have they had to have this talk ? every time someone in the pack got hurt , when things lay uncertain . ❝ IF . make sure m'dad takes care of himself . yea' ? ❞

@divcrse

[paedeul]

@taephoon cont from here !

This was not how Youngwoo had planned to spend his night. Being called in for something like this—a life lost at the hands of his own men—was nothing short of a disaster. There would be consequences, no doubt. If the boss didn’t handle it himself, Youngwoo would make sure the ones responsible paid for their recklessness. But the more he listened, the more the story unraveled. Nothing lined up. No one could give him a straight answer, just a mess of half-truths and contradictions. The trigger-happy idiot who caused the commotion had earned himself a swift slap from Youngwoo—a warning. He was lucky to have walked away with nothing worse. But luck wouldn’t save him if this spiraled further out of control.

This wasn’t something Youngwoo could simply sweep under the rug. If the victim had a record, a past that could justify an easy cover-up, he might’ve spun some self-defense story or buried it under another pile of lies. But this was different. The target was clean. And now, the weight of this mess fell on him. His boss was already seething, and it was Youngwoo’s job to fix it. Which meant settling things with the K35. And more importantly—with Taejoon.

The scent of Taejoon’s cologne lingered—sharp, familiar, and almost distracting. Youngwoo resisted the urge to roll his eyes, exhaling slowly instead. “ Yeah, let’s play nice and get this taken care of, ” he muttered, leaning forward as he flipped open a pack of cigarettes. One slid between his lips with practiced ease, the lighter following from his pocket a second later. The no-smoking rule was the least of his concerns as the flame flickered, then caught, the first drag filling his lungs.

It was almost second nature now—pretending. Pretending that just nights ago, he and Taejoon weren’t tangled up in each other, that their bodies didn’t seek each other out in the quiet hours when no one was around to witness the truth. But here and now, that didn’t matter. Here, there was no warmth, no stolen touches. This was business. No room for anything else.

Once Taejoon finished flipping through the case files, Youngwoo let out a slow, measured sigh, tapping the ash of his cigarette into the empty glass on the table. “ I’m pissed. ” Understatement of the year.

Another drag, another plume of smoke curling in the air between them. “ Unfortunately, I can’t deny it. One of my men did shoot that fucker. ” There was no point in lying—especially not to Taejoon. Rival or not, Youngwoo had stopped keeping secrets from him a long time ago. With the room cleared, there was no one left to play pretend for.

“ Some of my boys are saying yours provoked ‘em, ” he continued, voice even, though the irritation simmered beneath the surface. “ Not sure how true that is. ”

[cherubzone]

. . . 𝑡𝑎𝑒𝑗𝑜𝑜𝑛 𝑙𝑎𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑡 ๑

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[hobaboy]

i hope you feel the same, with me.

[jivsco]

bts layouts

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[hsrkive]

taejoon layouts

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[jink9ok]

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[maybejk]

— bts + lesserafim layouts !!

[cryxtalsnow]

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[blovedhobi]

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[vantef4iry]

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[jinbff]

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