#yoonseok drabble

[jemshopes]

Make Me Understand || Sope

--DRABBLE (COMPLETE)

--9.4K WORDS

--SOPE/YOONSEOK

--ANGST, HURT/COMFORT, GRIEF, TOXIC FRIENDSHIP, FLUFF.

--READ ON AO3 AND TWITTER

-when hoseok is abandoned by his so-called friends on the side of the road, yoongi flies from seoul to paris and spends all night driving to reach him. he doesn't consider other options. he just goes. and that's terrifying to realise.

[hopepoint]

Hoseok’s lips meet his and Yoongi panics. A thousand thoughts race through his mind before realizing Hoseok is about to pull back and his arms react before his flustered brain has time to process what he is doing.

He wraps his arms around Hoseok’s neck and brings him back into a slow kiss as his thoughts come rushing back a million miles per second. ‘Where do I put my hands, what if I’m not doing this right, oh god what do I do with-’

But Hoseok’s thumbs gently stroke his sides stopping his thoughts and allowing him to relax into the kiss. His face heats up as his nose brushes Hoseok’s cheek and he slowly runs his fingers through the other’s already tousled hair.

Yoongi feels Hoseok’s hands tentatively glide down to his hips as if he is afraid Yoongi will crack underneath him and his lips brush against his, also unsure. So Yoongi pulls him closer and kisses him hard making Hoseok tighten his grip on his hips.

Yoongi pours his feelings into every movement, touch, and kiss. He lets his thoughts fall away so all that remains is Hoseok’s lips against his. Yoongi’s fingers pulse and his knees threaten to give out as Hoseok deepens the kiss becoming more bold and insistent.

He touches him as if he were going to be burned and he kisses like he has never been hurt before. And his hands hold him like they have loved each other in another life.

Then Hoseok spontaneously pulls Yoongi toward his room, they stumble, but Yoongi just smiles into the kiss while Hoseok laughs against his lips, both happy to be in each other’s arms.

[hamsterclaw]

The Yoongi driving in the car in the documentary teaser!!! VOWS, VOWS, VOWS Yoongi!!!

Oooof the idea of Vows Yoongi driving is a whole mood.

A Vows drabble under the cut.

Warnings: Mentions of blowjobs

Yoongi looks up from his book when you burst into his study.

You look sexy and irritated, not necessarily in that order.

'Can you drive stick?' you ask, forgoing a greeting completely.

'Can you suck dick like a champ?' Yoongi asks, before he can stop himself.

You stare at him like he's spoken an alien language.

'I don't want to give you a blow job now, Yoongi.'

Yoongi closes his book and sets it down on the coffee table. 'The answer is yes to both, wife. What can I help you with today?'

'Yoonseok came over with Minju, and they've disappeared, and his car is blocking mine, I can't get out of the driveway,' you explain, so quickly it takes Yoongi a moment to process your meaning.

'You want me to move his car?' Yoongi asks.

You throw him a look so grateful Yoongi would move mountains to keep you looking at him like that.

A moment later you're both looking at Yoonseok's flashy Italian sportscar.

You toss him the key.

'Help me, husband,' you implore, hands clasped.

'Careful what you wish for,' Yoongi breathes. He drinks in the smooth lines of the bonnet, the leather interiors, the sleek chrome gearbox.

He unlocks the car, and you're already heading for your own, much less flashy car when Yoongi calls, 'Hey.'

You turn back, wide-eyed and looking sexier by the second.

'Get in, I'll drive you.'

You look perplexed for a split second, and then you're sliding into the passenger seat next to him, your whole face lit up with the mischief of what you're about to do.

'I don't know if Yoonseok would allow us to borrow his car like this,' you say, the soberness of your tone belying the naughty twinkle in your eye.

Yoongi shrugs, starting the engine, throwing the car into gear.

The vibration reverberates through the chassis as he revs the engine.

Yoongi pulls out of the driveway, rolls onto the road. He looks over to ask where you want him to drive you to, and you're already looking at him.

'I know I said I didn't want to give you a blow job now, Yoongi, but can I change my mind?'

Yoongi laughs, shifts gears, signals to come off the slip road.

'Don't worry, my love. I know a place.'

[remapped-soul]

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[justmorebtsffs]

💛💜 justmorebtsffs's Masterlist 💜💛

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Bless

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Jikook

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Drabble

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Love Yourself (Full length fic - 19/19 Chapters)

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Namjin

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I Could Never Forget You (Full length fic - 11/11 Chapters)

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SOPE (Yoonseok)

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Late Night Talking

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Run To The Light | Taekook (This Savage Song AU)

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NO SHIP (PLATONIC)

Cuddles (Sickie!Taehyung Caretakers!Seokjin, Yoongi, Namjoon, Hoseok)

[haileyjikai]

「 stay by my side 」 - yoonseok banana fish au

a drabble ft. banana fish spoilers, angst, and me crying as i write it.

!! i would suggest not reading if you plan on watching banana fish anytime in the near future

Min Yoongi was 19 when he fell in love.

He wouldn’t say it was love at first sight, because Yoongi believed that Hoseok deserved more than something so fanatical, but it was close.

The job wasn’t supposed to be anything special at its base, it was only going to be a quick interview with one of the gangs in New York as a favor for Jin’s cop friend.

But Yoongi couldn’t help but ask Hoseok about his gun, the revolver something that Yoongi could never really grasp the concept of needing in order to feel safe, and when Skipper explained why it was such a big deal he had even had the chance to touch it, Yoongi was intrigued.

Falling for him, was odd, and another unplanned aspect of his trip to New York.

Sometimes, Yoongi would ask himself if things would have changed if he’d never asked to see the gun.

Would things have changed if Yoongi wasn’t pulled from the scene with Skip? Would something worse have occurred? Would Hoseok have been left with Marvin in a different situation?

He’d realized he was falling after they’d fled to cape cod and Hoseok had patiently taught him to shoot, and Yoongi would never be able to shoot with the accuracy and ease that Hoseok could, but whenever Yoongi saw or held a gun, that was his first memory.

It‘s never the brief aiming at Jeongguk as he refused to believe Hoseok was anything but alive when he’d escaped from the boy’s house, never of shooting that bastard Dino Golzine to get Hoseok back.

It was always the younger’s hands on his own as he told him how to aim, it was of his back pressed into his chest as they held the gun away from his face, and of the sunlight glinting over cape cod as they forgot about everything else.

Min Yoongi was 19 when he fell in love, and he’d never gotten the courage to tell him, not even in the letter he’d left for Taehyung to deliver, and he’d regretted not confessing before his return to Korea.

Min Yoongi was just shy of 20 when he received the news he’d never get the chance to.

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did anybody order a plate of pain with a side of tears

[nut-today]

Why i never really want bts to ever collab with western artist is because...

Lot of them dont see music pure as passion but as entertainment (hope ppl get what i mean??? like in Korea entertainment industry is harsh as hell everything is business only the strongest one remain success they have to keep serious working in order to keep going while in the US things aren't really like that). That's why these days we always see same tune and song going on and on be it about booty or sex on repeat by every western artist bc they always go with whatever that's "in" (which i dont understand why degrading women is a trend). Sorry if some people don't agree by this I just speak from what I've observed. That's why i kinda feel :/ the first time i know bts (a group that work every ounce of their being & every seconds of their life for music) chose to do music with some EDM singer because i feel like their vision is totally different. But at the end I believe in bts and the passion they put onto their work so i hope my disappointment will be nothing after the song released, and that the only collab thing they do is composing the melody together plus rapper line is still in charge of writing the lyric so i hope on this one i still can believe in the bangtan i know, the bangtan who always want to pull their best to produce good musics.

[endlesskookie]

Yoonseok Drabble!

(Priest/Preacher! Yoongi &Trouble Maker! Hoseok)

Yoongi was a righteous man. He lived his life through the light of the lord and followed the holy book by every word. He didn't curse, he didn't drink, and he of course didn't engage in intercourse-he was waiting for marriage. He doesn't understand how a young man, a teenager for crying out loud, was able to get him like this. Hoseok was a 18 year old and Yoongi knew he was bad news. He's never seen him at his church but he came walking up to him anyway, asking for a private bible study lesson and Yoongi agreed whole heartedly after Hoseok talked about wanting to give his life over to God. They ended up in one of the backrooms of the church after everyone has went home, Yoongi pulling out his black bible with beautiful green accents that his mother gifted him on the first day of the job. He doesn't know how it happened, he doesn't know why it happened but he does know he tried. He tried so hard to keep the sin of lust and the evils of temptation away. He knew that when Hoseok started kissing him, he should've sent the boy away, yet he didn't. He simple welcomed his lips with soft pleas of the word "Stop." Hoseok simply chuckled into his ear, voice dark as his nibbled on his ear lobe. "Do you really want me to stop, baby? Don't you wanna feel good?" He whispered and Yoongi was having a mental battle. Yet, he couldn't stop himself when the words tumbled out, "Y-Yes, please." "Such a good boy, good manners." He was praised and that's how Yoongi ended up on his back, holding his slim legs open as Hoseok used him, begs and pleas of the teenager to simply move faster and Hoseok's beautiful compliments of "Good boy, you're such a good boy."

[gingwrites]

Hi!!! So sorry I have been so inactive, my college exam is around the corner and I have been dying in my books XD but I have some time so I'm finally going to binge read your au

Also, Idk if you still want suggestions but I saw the list and If you still, can I request the number 11 of misc with your sope au pleaseeee???🥺 I also thought of jinkook with the 11 of misc 💕

Sope #11 Misc

Based off my social media au, but not required to read this drabble!

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“Is the cat in a onesie?” 

“Uh, no?”

“Oh really?” Yoongi asks, picking Shadow up from where she sat at his feet after running into the room a moment ago.

“Okay, so maybe?” Hoseok replied sheepishly. “But! You can’t blame me! It popped up on Amazon and you know how weak I am for Shadow. I mean, for crying out loud, I had a newborn photoshoot like a week after I met her. Isn’t she so cute?”

Tired of being held, Shadow squirmed her way out of Yoongi’s hands and ran out of the room.

“See, even she can’t believe you would buy her a onesie and doesn’t want anyone to see her,” Yoongi laughed.

“Why are you so mean to me?” Hoseok pouted. “I’m your boyfriend. You’re supposed to be on my side.”

Yoongi shook his head at his boyfriend’s antics. After being together for two years, he should be used to things like this happening. Shadow even had her own Instagram now, thanks to Hoseok. A lot of the pictures were of her getting dressed up, so Yoongi can’t really say he’s surprised. All the pictures were super cute, but he’ll never admit that out loud.

Leaning into Yoongi’s side, Hoseok pulled Yoongi’s arm over his shoulder to cuddle under it.

“Fine, she’s adorable. Is that what you wanted to hear? Are you happy now?” Yoongi replied once Hoseok got settled.

“Yes, thank you!” Hoseok beamed. Even though Yoongi couldn’t fully see his boyfriend’s face, he could tell it was lit up like the sun. He would say or do anything to keep the boy smiling like that for eternity.

Hoseok squirmed around for a second before pulling his phone out of his back pocket.

“Now that I have your approval, you can help me find a new onesie.”

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Jinkook #11 Misc

“Is the cat in a onesie?”

“Uh, no?”

“Then what do you call this?” Jin asked, walking into the bedroom with the cat in his arms.

“Uh, those are her pajamas. You know, she gets cold at night,” Jungkook replied, sitting up from where he had been playing on his phone on the bed.

“It’s noon. Why would she be in her pajamas?” Jin asked, one hand now on his hip. “Also, it would still be considered a onesie!”

“Ugh, okay, fine,” Jungkook gave in. “When I took her to the vet last week, we stopped at the pet store on the way home and we passed by the onesies and I couldn’t resist. I mean, just look at her! She’s the cutest cat there ever was!” 

Jungkook stood up and pulled the cat into his arms. She was still a baby, only a couple months old, and Jungkook loved to hold on to her. The two had only had her for a few weeks and Jungkook would do anything for her.

“See? Isn’t she the most adorable kitten you’ve ever seen?” Jungkook pouted, holding her up next to his face.

“Okay, I have to admit, she is super cute,” Jin finally gave in, a smile on his face.

Jungkook returned the smiled, grabbing Jin’s hand to pull him onto the bed. They both settled down on their side of the bed, the cat nestled between them.

“She has to get more shots next week, so you can come with me, and we can stop at the store on the way home and pick out a new onesie!” Jungkook spoke up once they got comfortable.

“Our cat is going to be the most spoiled cat in the entire country.”

“Yes, she is.”

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[kookmint]

YoonSeok Jhope/Suga for 33. "Something about you makes me want to commit extreme violence." ☺️☺️☺️ If you can!

33. “Something about you makes me want to commit extreme violence.” Yoonseok

“H-Hobi—”

Yoongi gets shoved to the left, a splash of liquid staining his burgundy flannel. He tries again.

“Hoseo—Hobi!”

Still no response, Yoongi gets shoved backwards this time, dragging him away from his intended destination.

“Ho—”

An elbow to his ribs. He’d had enough.

“Jung Hoseok get the fuck off of that table right fucking now!”

The few people that were surrounding Yoongi and crushing his body with their own, startle at his booming voice ringing in their ears. The pounding of the music was no match for Yoongi. It earns him a few sneers, but honestly he couldn’t give a fuck. His only concern right now was to get his—now wildly dancing—boyfriend off of the table in the middle of the room filled with drunk college students and perhaps smack him upside the head with the rate things are going. And more importantly not get another cup of jungle juice spilled on his clothing

“Dancing on the table again?”

Yoongi looks in the direction of the source of this rather monotonous voice to find Namjoon, Hobi’s roommate, standing next to him (when did he get there?) with a solo cup in hand and a bored expression on his face, eyes trained on the dancing fool on the table.

“Yeah?” Yoongi answers, annoyed.

Namjoon shakes his head in disappointment and clicks his tongue, mutters a “typical”, and walks away.

Yoongi decides to ignore Namjoon for the task at hand.

“Hoseok! Off! Now.”

Hoseok ceases the sporadic flailing of his arms and body to look down at his less-than-impressed boyfriend. Groaning, he steadies himself before hopping off the table, only to stumble and rather unattractively crash into Yoongi’s arms.

“Hi!” He grins.

Yoongi’s face is plain. He reaches down and grabs Hoseok’s hand gently. “Come on we are going to get you water. I can’t believe you did this again. It’s like you’re attracted to tables at parties. Last time you fell off for fucks sake. I thought you died!”

“It was only cause someone had spilled vodka on it earlier. I was fine! And you took me away from my fun!” He reasons, jutting out his bottom lip.

“You’re too drunk right now, let’s just sober you up some and I promise, you can dance the night away.” Yoongi starts for the kitchen again.

“But—but I only had one drink.”

Yoongi stops right in his tracks, slowly turning to look at the taller man in disbelief.

“You’re telling me,” he pinches the bridge of his nose. “You got that wild. That fast. After one drink???”

Hoseok opens his mouth only to shut it back up. “Yes…?”

Yoongi’s eyes are wide as he stares Hoseok down straight in the eyes, emotion rid from his face. “Something about you makes me want to commit extreme violence.”

The grand smile on his boyfriend’s face is the only response that Yoongi is greeted with. “And that’s just one of the many reasons why you love me.” Hoseok tugs on his flannel. “Now come dance with me. Let’s have fun.”

Yoongi groans, but let’s himself be dragged to the middle of the dance floor. Although he seemed annoyed, he couldn't suppress the small grin that made its way onto his face.

Yeah. Fun didn’t seem so bad right now.

[jemshopes]

i hate the rain || Sope Drabble

--SOPE / YOONSEOK

--in which hoseok confesses his feelings to yoongi, but yoongi confesses something else.

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"i'm in love with you."

he blurts those words to yoongi one night when it's just them in the practice room. rain is beating on the roof and he's always thought of rain as romantic and they're laughing because yoongi messed up a dance move, so the moment feels right.

or it had felt right until he realises he's said he loves yoongi instead of he likes him or he has feelings for him or any of the normal, sane ways to let someone know you're romantically interested.

"i-i'm demisexual," yoongi blurts back just as hoseok's heart begins to pound.

they stand facing each other, yoongi's eyes wide, his jaw tense.

and hoseok doesn't know what to say, so all he says is, "oh" and then he turns, picks up his coat, and leaves.

rain isn't that romantic, he thinks, as he walks aimlessly through the streets, letting it drench him. rain is more about heartbreak than anything else. he doesn't know why he's never considered that before, it's in all the movies. ***

"i didn't realise you felt that way about me."

that's what yoongi blurts the next night while they're in the kitchen, yoongi chopping vegetables, hoseok wondering how they ended up alone when he's spent all day carefully making sure this wouldn't happen.

"i didn't realise you were demisexual," he blurts back.

"good. it was a secret." yoongi turns stiffly and opens the fridge, nodding at the contents. "did jimin-ah eat the last of the pickled radish?"

"i'll buy more," hoseok blurts, despite the fact it's late and the closest shop is five blocks away and there's no guarantee it will even be open.

but out he goes, forgetting his coat where it hangs on the peg. it's raining again and it soaks him through within minutes. the weather has been especially grey this week.

***

"what does it mean?" hoseok blurts five days later when yoongi walks passed his open bedroom door on his way to the bathroom.

"what does what mean?" yoongi asks, startled.

hoseok looks back down at his book, wishing he could shield himself behind it. "demisexual."

"oh," yoongi says, eyebrows rising, "it means i only feel sexually attracted to people after i'm close with them." he blinks and looks away.

"cool," hoseok says.

he can hear yoongi breathing through his mouth. ironically, yoongi had been the one to catch a cold from all the rain, not hoseok. he's only just getting over it and his nose is still blocked.

"what does your thing mean?" yoongi blurts, and begins chewing on his top lip.

"my thing?" hoseok asks, nonplussed.

"your thing," yoongi repeats, eyes wider than a rabbits in the headlights of a car. "you said you lo… you said you loved me."

"oh." hoseok swallows, mouth dry. "well, it means… what it sounds like."

"okay. cool." and yoongi walks away.

***

"when did you know?" yoongi blurts.

this time they're in his studio and jimin has been called away by jungkook on an emergency mission to help him finish a box of gimbap. now they're alone again and, although hoseok can't hear it, he knows it's raining outside.

he's sitting on yoongi's couch. yoongi is in the chair at his desk, eyes trained carefully on the screen.

"last year," hoseok says, too loudly.

"not long then," yoongi says. "that's cool."

"when did you know?" hoseok blurts a few seconds later, unable to bear the quiet.

"a few months ago," yoongi says. he nibbles at the skin around his thumb's nail. "well, i guess i always knew, but… you know… took awhile to admit it and all…" it's the longest sentence yoongi's said to him in two weeks.

"yeah, that does happen," hoseok mumbles.

"it does," yoongi says, smiling softly. "yeah…"

hoseok flushes. "i-i have to go. music… work…"

the door slams behind him.

***

three days later, there's a knock on the door of the practice room. at midnight. and hoseok has never, in all his years of practicing in this room, heard anyone knock on the door. he thinks he's imagined it until another knock comes.

tap tap tap.

tap tap tap.

tap tap tap.

he stops stretching, footsteps echoing around the big empty room. he opens the door.

"can i come in?" yoongi blurts. he's standing in the doorway, his hair damp like he's just got out of the shower.

"um… it's a communal space, so… yeah, sure?"

he steps back to let yoongi inside and in yoongi comes, gripping the hem of his shirt. they stand quietly, the sound of yet another downpour beating against the roof.

"you don't have to love me back," hoseok blurts, heart in his mouth.

"i-i don't love you back."

"oh."

hoseok had pretty much figured that out already, but hearing yoongi say it is a whole different thing, like being punched in the gut, slapped in the face and hearing no one in the world likes him and that he's utterly alone all at the same time.

"at least i know now," he says. "thanks."

he remembers to put his coat on before he gets outside this time, but it's a coat that's designed to look pretty more than protect him from the harsh weather, so he ends up dripping wet anyway.

he's really beginning to hate the rain.

***

he blurts several things to yoongi in the days that follow, not sticking around to hear yoongi's responses.

"we can still be friends, right?"

"this won't make things weird between us, will it?"

"we're adults. everything will be fine."

in the days after that, several times yoongi tries to get him alone, but he manages to dodge him every time. it's amazing what excuses he can come up with off the top of his head when he's feeling cornered. it's amazing he hasn't caught a cold yet walking around in all this rain. maybe typhoon season really will live up to its name this year.

***

he comes home, a month after his confession, tracking icy water down the hallway behind him. it's past midnight and every door is closed except one.

"i could love you back," yoongi blurts as hoseok passes his bedroom door, voice cutting through the silence of the night.

"if you don't catch pneumonia and die first," he adds, offering hoseok a sheepish grin. "an-and if you don't mind the demisexual thing."

hoseok stands in the hallway, shivering, and he doesn't say anything. he looks at yoongi, long and hard, until, at last, his numb lips begin to regain feeling.

"i don't mind it," he says, and locks himself in the bathroom until he's sure yoongi has gone to sleep.

the next day, they don't blurt anything to each other, but hoseok lets yoongi hold his hand when he reaches out to take it.

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[hopepoint]

Specters

-Mature | Chapters 10/? | 85k

- Slow burn, paranormal, with namjin as the main pairing and sope as established side pairing

- The fic centers around NJ (and partially JK) facing the ghosts of their past while finding friends, family, and maybe something else along the way

[yoongink]

sweet dreams.

Introduction: hoseok misses you, calls yoongi. Method: i wrote this years ago, but then my computer ate it ?? Result: >1k words, rated T for swearwords and implications. Conclusion: booty call implications.

Nothing’s quite right without you around, and Hoseok hates how painfully obvious the gap you’ve left in his life is. Even if you’re only gone for the weekend, visiting family and leaving him to go about his routines without you ‘getting in the way’, as you had put it. You had suggested that, with the flat finally all to himself, he could invite someone over, for dinner or drinks, run around naked, or watch porn on the big TV. You know, whatever it is he usually does when you’re not around.

It’s not that simple. 

Hoseok wishes it was, but he’s no longer sure what he does when you’re not around; the flat isn’t the only thing that feels empty without you. In fact Hoseok feels decisively like the half of one whole, and it frustrates him to no end because it was never supposed to be like this, and when the hell did he get this bad?

You’ve left a void in his everyday, if only to make it achingly clear how little the sum of his parts are worth without you there to keep the engine running. The hours tick idly by as he tries to remember how to make dinner for one, then spends another two considering what to make for himself, utterly adrift without your input. He ends up ordering in.

Nothing quite fits without you. The coffee’s not as good when he makes it. You might have taken care of that spider in the bathroom. You would’ve remembered to put milk on the damn shopping list, he thinks bitterly, scowling at nothing in particular and chewing handfuls of dry cereal directly from the box.

And he gets on like that, reminding himself throughout the day ‘what would you do’, mostly just filling the empty spaces with his imagination and it makes life bearable, despite the fact that it only makes him miss you more. It’s pathetic, he knows. And while his confidence has taken a hit, he finds he’s too far gone to care now.

Shit, he really is, isn’t he.

The weekend drags on achingly slow and, apart from the milk, you’re always the one thing missing. He’s lived surrounded by you for so long, everything becomes a reminder of how dependent he is on you, how much he misses you, how hopeless he is without you now, and most of all how desperately, stupidly, achingly, and utterly hopelessly in love he is.

He really is.

So he stays up late Saturday night, determined to enjoy and take advantage of his freedom, drinks beer and watches Netflix in his pants, and finishes the box of cereal.

He sleeps late Sunday afternoon, too late to make plans and get out of the empty house.

In an attempt to busy himself he does laundry, but is overwhelmed once more with thoughts of you when he finds himself crouched in front of the washing machine. In his hands, the sweatshirt you had borrowed from him last week. He slips up, faint memories of your lovely hands getting lost in the sleeves, getting lost in his hair, in his sheets, and with a thrill of guilt coursing through him, surrenders to impulse and crushes the fabric to his nose. Inhaling deeply, he detects faint lingering traces of what he suspects is your deodorant, nothing more.

He’s so disappointed and he’s in love with you.

The realisation has been grinding him down since the morning you left. He’s tried to deny it, but with the evidence all around him, he was forced to admit it now. Not having you around was driving him loopy, because you’re all he can think about and he’s beginning to realise that he’s wanted you for so, so long. He’s fallen in love with you, and it took him this long to realise, to accept it.

He’s in love with you.

It clings to his skin, making it feel unclean and electric at once. Like he’s betrayed your friendship, but for the sweetest secret. Sinful treasure.

Shameful and defeated Hoseok takes a long shower and narrowly succeeds in not smelling your shampoo, as he’s practically infatuated with the scent. He’s had to use it on a few desperate and forgetful occasions, and toys briefly with the idea of emptying his own bottle of shampoo down the drain for the excuse, but he thinks better of it, resisting the temptation with help from the knowledge that you’ll be back this evening.

He reemerges from the shower, thinking he has shaken the realisation, when he sees your missed calls and reads your messages informing him you’ll stay a little longer than planned, and Hoseok is still in a towel when he dials Yoongi’s number.

“You’re losing it.” Yoongi observes casually, doesn’t even need to ask the questions, and Hoseok resents him for it but then the older man is winding his cool fingers through his hair and he might be forgiven. Hoseok’s just glad not to be left with his thoughts any longer, doesn’t care that he’s an open book as long as Yoongi keeps turning the page.

“You should fuck.” Yoongi states the obvious, and Hoseok suppresses a shudder.

When you finally do return to your shared home, a few nights later and sometime past 1am, it’s to the sight of the two men entangled on the sofa, towels discarded, fast asleep, hair still wet from the shower.

You force a smile, even though there’s no one around to fool but yourself, and swallow the sinking feeling, the rising jealousy. Because it’s your own fault, for deluding yourself into thinking he might have missed you too. 

You cover them with a blanket, because that’s what friends do, and fall asleep wondering idly why on earth they smelled of your shampoo.

[weishenbwi]

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Hobi playing with Yoongi’s hair made him blush ~uwu

[minniepetals]

Would you mind doing a ot7 or Sope drabble where the reader planned a romantic date but something goes wrong so they stay home and cuddle instead.

“It’s raining,” you frowned the second the little drops were heard from the windowpane. All plans of having a picnic that day went down the drain and you found yourself sulking on the couch.

“Who cares Y/N,” Yoongi shrugged nonchalantly as he took a seat beside you.

“Yeah. I’m happy we get to have a day to ourselves whether that means going out or staying in,” Hoseok agreed, walking in the living room with blankets and pillows.

“But I had all these plans for a romantic date,” you pouted.

“Who said home dates weren’t romantic?” Yoongi chuckled, placing a soft kiss on your cheek. “Now come on, let’s help Hobi build a fort.”

It wasn’t exactly what you were hoping the day would end up as but since they were going out of their ways to make you feel better about your ruined plans, you sighed and got up to build the fort.

Once everything was set up including the snacks and laptop inside the fort, the three of you settled next to each other, wrapped in blankets as a movie was played.

“I still feel bad,” your voice whispered about five minutes into the movie.

“Babe,” Hoseok said, “don’t you like it better when it’s just the three of us? We don’t have to worry about onlookers or the bright, hot sun-”

“Cause we already have one right here.”

Hoseok laughed at Yoongi’s statement and your own giggles followed.

“What I’m saying is that sometimes it’s better just staying in.”

“Why aren’t you guys upset?” You asked, the crease of your eyebrows still there.

“As long as we’re together, who cares what we do.” As he said that, Yoongi wrapped his arms around you and Hoseok followed suit.

“Look at that, love, you had our kitten saying sweet things and you know he hates that,” the younger male teased, his cheek nuzzling against yours.

“Don’t be upset. I prefer home dates.”

“Thanks guys.”

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Let’s play a drabble game // More drabbles here

[bts-story]

a field of sunflowers somehow matches the color in hobis eyes and yoongis in love

Lilies means magnificence and beauty. They are often used for weddings, a combination of white and pink to express the innocence of the bride, sometimes with even a petal hidden behind the strands of her hair.

Peonies means bashfulness and compassion. Peonies were names in honor of Paeon, the physicians of the gods; they welcome summer with pink or red petals, lawning the ground of the gardens of one’s neighbors with grace.

Daisies are simple yet sophisticated and are probably some of the most beautiful flowers in the floral world. Daisies convey cheer and exuberance in spades and not surprisingly, daisies are popular both for gifting and growing in gardens, perfect for hiding secrets.

Hoseok’s favorite flowers are sunflowers. He likes the form of it, don’t ask him why, he wouldn’t be able to find a proper answer to the question. He likes the smell of it, how they remind him of his grandmother’s house, back in Gwangju. He can clearly picture the vast bouquet of sunflowers carefully posed on the dining table, always seeking for a hint of sunlight which his grandfather would have delicately formed when picking the flowers at the end of their very large and very big garden. He would even dare to say the bouquet grew bigger each time around.

It’s way too hot for it to be the end of March. The snow is long gone, and the winter packed its bags to leave the place to the sweet weather of spring. Luckily, the sun is setting and soon, it’ll be cool enough for him to breath again.

They are filming for whatever, Hoseok can’t really remember, actually. What he knows, is that he hasn’t slept since they landed the plane in the large city of Osaka, and that was twenty-two hours ago. The landscape is beautiful, it could be a reason for Hoseok to stay awake and admire how the reflecting light of the sunset is delicately making that flied of sunflowers literally glow, though he can’t bring his eyes to stay focused and opened.

He can hear Yoongi’s laugh, far, far away and he wonders how can someone who’s usually so prone in loving the calm could have such a loud laugh. It’s a bit weird because, habitually, Hoseok is the one to chase around his friends, plant kisses around their necks just to annoy them just so they can think about something else but the way their feet are close to collapse on them due to exhaustion. But it seems like today, Yoongi may be willing to lift off that weight from his shoulders, just so he can rest a little while longer.

“Hey,” a soft voice came to disturb his almost-slumber and he doesn’t have to think much before recognizing it as Yoongi’s. Hoseok still opens one eye, arms crossed over his chest as he mumbles something incoherent under his breath. The sun is reflecting on Yoongi’s neon-blue hair in a strange manner, though the way just the tiniest of smiles adores his face is enough for Hoseok to open his second eye, intrigued. “We’re gonna start shooting again.”

Once again, Hoseok mumbles something that Yoongi can’t quite decipher but maybe it has something to do with the wind blowing between them or because Jimin’s loud shriek just echoed through the field. Yoongi is still kneeled in front of Hoseok’s plastic chair, though it should be the cue for him to get up and leave. However, he laces his fingers with the younger’s, thought Yoongi isn’t dragging him up and away with him with a cute chuckle yet.

Instead, he keeps his eyes locked on the younger’s sleepy face, a dumb smile at the corner of his lips. “What?” Hoseok wonders, holding back a yawn that he knew wouldn’t be much graceful.

Yoongi’s grin grew louder, and Hoseok could have swore he heard that mischievous chuckle Yoongi always does when he prepares to do something Hoseok is never sure about – it’s only then he notices the elder is suspiciously hiding something behind his back. Suddenly and before he had the chance to denounce that last point out, a large yellow something blocked his view.

He had to blink exactly three times before his brain finally succeeded in understanding what lied before him. Yoongi was holding proudly the most gigantic single sunflower Hoseok has ever seen, so bright and so clean it had the sun’s reflection blinding him for a good few moments. “Hobi-yah, look, it’s you.” Yoongi murmured amused, now his chuckle quickly transforming in that loud laugh of his.

The flower’s color is somehow(Hoseok has never been good with physics nor was he ever very fond of how worked the settling mysteries of the world) twinning with the light in Yoongi’s irises. There’s a spark of fire, desire and love mixing in that single look that has Hoseok’s breath shorter and his heart to pounce faster against his ribcage.

He hates this as much as he loves it. The hair at the back of his neck rises and every time he sees Yoongi, it’s like he’s never seen him before. He stares and stares again, and he needs help to get out of his trance because it’s starting to be long, now. And when he finally does, Hoseok takes the flower in his hands, stuttering on his own tongue and Yoongi wouldn’t be able to restrain the laugh escaping his lips even if he wanted to. “A sunflower?”

“To match your eyes.” Cheesy. Romantic. Easy, even. Maybe. In any way, it’s a success to make Hoseok’s heart to flutter and Yoongi couldn’t possibly label this move as being romantic, but it is, to Hoseok, at least. And it’s funny because, to each other, that sunflower match each other’s eyes and maybe their own pair of eyes belong to one another – maybe they both have that spark that only says, ‘I am yours and you are mine’. Maybe, just maybe, this is them and they are one.

Hoseok and Yoongi. Yoongi and Hoseok.

Like this, just like this.

Is it obvious I love sope with all my heart?? tears 

- Nageoire